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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

Chapter List
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- 14
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Decided to post a day early because yesterday I felt like total shit due to womanly things and wanted to update then, but then you would've had to wait 2 extra days for next week's upload, so I saved it for today. This chapter is fun, but also humorous ;)
SladinForever

Before bed, Slade and Robin had brought the dining room table back inside and put food away and washed dishes. They hadn't talked much since their tense talk. Robin still felt kind of bad for the way he acted towards him and was unsure of how to talk to him. After a good night's sleep, he was sure he'd have more to say to Slade. He really was sorry for making him feel bad.
Lying in bed the next morning, Robin was still mostly asleep when Slade got in beside him. He lay halfway on top of his body, wrapping his arm around him. Robin stayed asleep, although his body was vaguely aware of the added body heat, but he was too comfortable to wake up yet. With his face near his neck, Slade lightly blew on his collarbone, teasing him. Robin lifted his hand to brush the feeling off, but all he managed to do was drop it, barely touching Slade's face with the tips of his fingers. He turned his head in his direction, breathing out hard but quiet through his nose. The air traveled through Slade's bangs, tickling Robin's nose and part of his cheek. He still didn't awaken, but he was getting there. Slade stared at his peaceful face for a moment longer before carefully moving his body over him. He held himself up with his hands to keep most of his weight off his smaller frame. With his knees on either side of him, he moved his hips forward and then back, rubbing against his crotch. He stopped to see if Robin reacted, but he was still blissfully unaware. That would soon change, Slade thought with a smirk.
Slade grinded slowly against Robin, seeing one ear twitch out of the top of his eye. He did this for almost a full minute before his eyes fluttered open blearily. He felt something rubbing against him, but couldn't really tell what it was. Closing his eyes tight, he tilted his head back, stretching. Still rubbing against him, Slade lowered his head and licked up his neck. He trailed his tongue over his chin and, as his head lowered, kissed him on the lips. Robin kissed back, his ears twitching and his tail patting the bed as it moved up and down. Now that he was more awake, he registered what was bumping his crotch and hips.
Moving his head to the left, Robin asked, "What are you doing?"
Slade kissed just below his ear, making him flinch. "Dry humping you."
Placing his hands on his shoulders, Robin pushed him back, giving him a quizzical look. "Dry what?"
Slade chuckled. "Dry humping is sex without penetration," he explained. "Since you won't let me go that far, this is the next best thing. It isn't as great as actual sex, but it'll be enough. For now."
Robin snorted. "It's annoying, to be honest. Weird even." He quickly remembered last night. "Um, I mean, the feeling is weird, not the fact you're doing it. It's kind of odd, but- Wait, that's not what I mean either! What I'm trying to say is…"
Robin continued to stumble on his words, but Slade just chuckled. "By all means, keep going, but you're looking silly right now." Robin's mouth was wide open as he stopped. He quickly closed it. Chuckling again, Slade ran his hand down his bare chest and then tweaked a nipple. Three things happened at the same time: Robin's ears quivered violently, his tail jerked, and he meeped. Slade chuckled at the high-pitched sound. "Did you like that?"
"W-Well…"
Ending his dry humping, Slade moved down, lowered his head to his chest, and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Robin's body jerked at the foreign feeling. Slade sucked on it for three seconds before licking it. Closing his eyes, Robin groaned softly, electricity flowing through his chest. Slade rolled his tongue around the perking nub swiftly, getting a weak moan from him this time. Robin lifted his hands to his head and felt his hair through his fingers. He couldn't help but run them through it, it was so soft. Slade licked up his chest, kissed his neck when he reached it, and then laid beside him, wrapping his arm around him. Resting his head under his chin, he closed his eyes and exhaled. Robin smiled softly down at him, running his fingers through his hair.
"What are we doing today?"
Pushing his arm underneath him, Slade wrapped his arms around his middle. "I don't care. You decide," he said quietly.
"Well then I don't know either." The room became silent for a while. Robin continued to move his fingers through Slade's hair as he stared across the room. Just lying there wasn't a bad idea. It was very relaxing. Robin felt Slade's chest moving against his own as he breathed. He suddenly smiled big. "Wolfy loves cuddles."
The corner of Slade's mouth went up in a half smile. Resting his head down, Robin closed his eyes and inhaled. They laid there for god knows how long before his stomach growled. His eyes snapped open as Slade tried not to burst out laughing.
"Does my little wolf want breakfast?"
Ignoring his stomach, Robin wrapped his arms around him and held him, almost possessively. "No, I want to keep cuddling. Mine." Slade chuckled at his word choice. "Yes, right now, you are mine, not my stomach. And you will stay right. Here." Robin's stomach growled again, longer and louder this time. He sighed in annoyance. "This is so not fair."
Slade was still for a little while longer before coming up with an idea. Wrapping his arms tighter around him, he quickly sat up. Robin gripped him tight at the sudden move. Turning around while still holding him, Slade stood up and headed for the door. Robin hmphed at him, but rested in his arms anyway. Slade walked down the hall, entered the kitchen, and then sat him down on the counter. He then moved towards the refrigerator.
"What sounds good to you?"
Robin gripped the edge of the counter as he stared at him. He thought long and hard while Slade rummaged through the fridge. He suddenly perked up and jumped down. "Deer."
Slade straightened and then started to turn. "Pardon?"
When Slade turned around, Robin was gone. His eyes widened slightly. Where did he go? He heard the front door open and then close. Now what did he want to be outside for? Closing the refrigerator door, Slade headed out of the house in search of him. Outside, deep in the forest, Robin was sniffing some deer tracks, trying to locate the maker. He had run all the way there, leaving Slade far behind. Lifting his face to the sky, he sniffed the air and found the deer's location. He bounded further into the forest, going to the right. It didn't take him long to find the lone deer, which was actually a buck. But it was still young and only had a small rack of antlers. Slowing down, Robin crouched as low as he could and examined the buck for a while. It was just grazing, eating grass and sniffing the forest floor. It moved a few paces forward. Being as silent as possible, Robin made his way for it. When he was just a few yards away, he bolted up and forward, claws and fangs at the ready. Hearing him, the buck turned its head and swung his antlers at him. Robin was thrown to the right. He crashed and rolled on the ground before stopping on his upper back, his legs high in the air. After falling down, he lifted himself up and shook his head. He then looked up and gasped. The buck lowered his head as it charged and struck out at him with a sharp tine.
Back at the hideout, Slade was at the forest opening, calling for Robin's name. There was no answer, so he was either ignoring him or long gone while probably hunting for a deer or rabbit. So there Slade was, waiting for his return. For several minutes he listened and waited and then, not long after, felt as if something wasn't right. Robin couldn't possibly take this long to come back. Slade had seen him run and he was fast when on all fours. Bringing something back wouldn't be too much trouble either. Something was definitely wrong. Getting worried, which hardly ever occurred with him, Slade ran towards the trees in search of him.
Using his tracking skills and instincts, Slade searched for any footprints embedded into the grassy ground and any disturbances caused by a human. He didn't find any, but there were some animal tracks. Suddenly, something changed. Slade slid sideways to a stop, blades of grass coming up around his feet. Something was racing towards him, and it was big. Bigger than Robin. He quickly got out-of-the-way when a young buck ran right in his path. Catching something on its antlers, Slade instantly became alert. Suddenly, a bird screeched overhead. Jerking his head up, Slade saw an eagle. It was flying in the direction the deer had come from. He wasn't really sure why, but something made him follow it. Call it intuition. By some chance, maybe the bird was leading him to Robin. Slade really hoped he was right. The eagle swooped into a tree a few minutes later, Slade not far below it. When he ran around a large oak, he saw something long lying on the ground. The closer he got, the clearer he saw that it was Robin. His back was to him and he was unmoving. That couldn't be good. If he was right…
Slade slowed and inched his way closer to Robin. His tail lay limp and his ears were down. Slade walked around him and then crouched in front of him. His arms were in front of his face and his eyes were closed. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him. Stepping one foot closer, Slade reached out, grabbed his arm gently, and slowly pushed him back. So much for nothing wrong with him. There was a puncture wound at about the center of where his ribs were and it was bleeding. There was a small puddle of blood seeping into the ground. When Slade lightly touched the bloodied area, Robin's eyes snapped open in a panic. With fight or flight taking over, he couldn't stop himself from lifting his right leg and kicking Slade in the chest. He slid backwards a few inches. Quickly realizing who it was, Robin immediately began to apologize frantically, despite the hole in his chest.
"Oh Slade, I'm so sorry! I thought you were the deer, coming back to finish me off!" Slade slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't break anything, did I? I'm so sorry-!"
Slade looked at him in disbelief. "You're worrying about me when you have a hole in your chest?"
Robin blinked in confusion. "Huh?" He looked down and saw blood trailing down his chest and stomach. He turned very pale. "It…It impaled me! What the fuck!" Slamming his hand to the wound, Robin dramatically fell over and growled. "Oh god it hurts! Oh Slade, please, do something! I'm dying! I see the light at the end of the tunnel!"
Slade stared at him with a raised eyebrow and looking strangely at him. "Stop being over dramatic."
Robin rolled on the ground. "I'm not being overly dramatic! I keep getting closer to the light! Do something; quick!" Slade stared at him a few seconds longer before standing up, walking to his side, and then crouching before him. Robin whimpered, his eyes clenched tightly shut. Producing a lot of saliva, Slade lowered his head close to the puncture and then spat on it. Robin's eyes snapped open again. "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWW!" Robin quickly sat up and tried wiping the spit off of him. "That was gross! Why'd you do that?!"
"You asked me to do something fast to help you, so I did," Slade said.
Robin quickly wiped his slobbered hand on the grass. "How is spitting on me helping me? It's not going to do anything!"
Slade stood up. "Robin, infused in my DNA is the ability to heal faster than a normal human being. How do you think I make my special healing ointment?"
Robin looked at him in disgust and disbelief. "You've been putting saliva on me? That's unsanitary!"
Slade snorted down at him. "That's only a small part of the formula. It's mixed with other natural ingredients. You never would have cared if I never told you what was actually in it."
"Well, it's too late now," Robin said agitatedly, attempting to stand. "I'll never use it again." Feeling unbalanced suddenly, Robin started to fall backwards. Slade grabbed his arm and pulled him to his body. Robin rested against him, feeling dizzy and tired. "Can we go home now?"
Slade stared down at the top of his head, wondering if Robin heard himself say what he said. He never thought he'd hear those words come out of his mouth. Robin's home wasn't here, it was in Jump City. But he could never go home. Not like this. Placing his hand on the top of his head, Slade ran it between his ears.
"Yes, we can."
Lifting his unfocused gaze, Robin stared up at Slade's face, looking a little drunk. "With more wolf cuddles?"
A tiny smile tugged at Slade's mouth. He softly chuckled. "Yes, with wolf cuddles."
Smiling big one last time, Robin lowered his head back to his chest and passed out. Closing his eyes and snorting softly, Slade picked him up like a small child, with one arm under his rear, and headed back home. Up above in the tree, the bald eagle father watched them leave. After a few seconds, he lifted his beak to the sky and felt the world shift. Trouble was coming, and there would be nothing to stop it.
"Remus, you must hurry. We are running out of time."
With a cry, the eagle flew back for his nest, where his small bundles of joy would be born and waiting.

When Robin woke up in a groggy state, he was in the infirmary. White bandaging was wrapped around his chest. Sitting in a chair by his bedside, Slade was reading a book, holding it up in his right hand. His left was holding his head, his pointer and middle finger pressed to the side of his face as he leaned on it. His elbow rested on the arm rest of the chair. Turning his head, Robin saw him.
"What're you reading?"
Pausing, Slade turned his eye on him before lowering the book and looking fully at him. "Fight tactics. There are some good exercises in this one." Standing up, Slade put the book on the side table and then stepped to the side of the bed. "How's your chest?"
Looking down, Robin gently placed a hand on the puncture. "It hurts a little."
"I can imagine… I had to put on more spit."
Robin's eyes narrowed in disgust. "You're not funny."
"That's what you're going to call it, so, in a way, I'm being serious," Slade said with a smirk. Robin lowered his hand and leaned back all the way. "You'll have to sleep in here for a few days."
Robin pouted. "I hate staying in hospital rooms."
"You will heal faster in a sterile environment. I'm not going to waste resources on my room to make it so."
Robin sighed. "I get it. The question is now, what do I do all day?"
"Good question," Slade said. "I have a lot of books for you to read. How do you feel about books on war?" Robin shrugged. "I'll fill a box of books for you to look through."
"Okay. Can I use your laptop?"
Slade quirked an eyebrow. "To do what?"
Robin scratched the back of his ear. "It's been a really long time since I checked my e-mails. I also think I should message Batman. He hasn't heard from me in a long time. He doesn't even know about my transformation. He'd want to give Poison Ivy a piece of his mind." Slade stared at him for a few seconds before turning sideways and rubbing the back of his head. Robin's eyes narrowed. "What?"
Slade glanced at him. "Were you planning on telling him about me during your explanation?"
Robin blinked. "He'd ask questions if I said some random stranger helped me. Why? Would it be bad if I did?"
Sighing, Slade grabbed the chair and turned it around to face Robin as he sat down. "Batman and I don't see…eye-to-eye."
Robin smiled. "I could've told you that."
Lifting his hand, Slade placed it on Robin's knee and moved it up and down along his leg. "If you told him and he got angry, he would find a way to trace where you sent the message back to me and probably come down to give me a piece of his mind."
Robin laughed. "Yeah, that could be a problem." Pain shot through Robin's chest. Leaning forward, he clutched at it and growled. "Shit…" The pain slowly subsided. Robin laid back down again. "Don't make me laugh…" he said through gritted teeth.
"You started it."
Robin tried not to laugh but it slipped out faintly. "D-Did not…"
Slade patted his leg. "I think you should hold off telling Batman for now. I want to up my security first."
Robin thought that would be fair. "I can wait a few days."
Standing up, Slade leaned over and kissed him. "Good." Slade stood up straight, turned around, and headed for the door. Robin slid further down the bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "I'll bring you some soup I made while you were passed out."
"Okay…"
The door closed behind Slade. Robin stared at it for a few more seconds before turning his head to the left and closing his eyes to rest. It wasn't long before Slade returned with a hot bowl of soup. He set it on the small bedside table and then turned it around so that the tray hovered over him. Robin slowly sat up, picked up the bowl, and started to scarf down his food. Slade grabbed his book and sat back down to read more. When Robin was full, he set the bowl down and then licked his lips to get whatever was left. He then looked at Slade, his head tilted slightly. Feeling the stare, Slade glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
"What?"
"I'm not sure," Robin said. "There's just something so different about you."
Slade looked at him fully. "How so?" Robin shrugged. "…Do you like it?"
Robin stared at him in silence for a long time. How could he answer something he couldn't understand? "I really don't know."
Slade stared at him for a moment before setting his book down and standing up. Robin lifted his gaze as he stepped to the edge of the bed and moved his head closer.
"When you figure it out, let me know," he spoke softly in his ear. After kissing his temple quickly, Slade turned around and headed for the door again. "I'll go gather those books for you."
Robin watched Slade's retreating back in silence, wondering what this feeling was inside of him. What was this difference he saw in his ex-nemesis that he hadn't before? Why did everything have to continue being so confusing? Sighing, Robin laid back down, placed his arm across his forehead, and stared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes.
"Who is Slade now?"

To Be Continued…
- 12
- 13
- 14
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