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Far Back In Time	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 2814 -:- 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 two OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
It was pitch black. Not much stirred, but the wind was blowing at about fifteen miles an hour. Inside the house, there was dead silence, but not for long. There was a creak on the stairs and then the soft padding of feet across the wood floor. Soon, the door at the end of the hall opened and a large, shadowed figure walked in. The door closed silently behind it. Lying on the far side of the bed with his back to the room, Robin was fast asleep. His half empty glass was sitting on the bedside table with perspiration traveling slowly down the side. His chest was bare and it moved steadily up and down while he breathed. He was unaware of the figure approaching him.
Carefully grabbing the bed cover, Slade pulled it off Robin and then sidled in to lie behind him. Pulling the blanket over them, he forced his body up against Robin's own and slowly pushed his left arm under his side. Robin mumbled in his sleep, unaware of the heavy body pressed to him. Slade pressed his hands to his stomach and pulled his lower body back. Inhaling, he closed his eyes and placed the indent between his chin and lip on his shoulder. Robin was blissfully unaware of everything. With the extra body heat, he was extra warm.
Within minutes, Slade and Robin's breathing were in perfect sync. Slade wrapped his arms tighter around him, feeling his beating heart in his gut with his hands. Robin suddenly shifted his legs, bending them so that he spooned Slade. Their bodies were now perfectly aligned. Opening his eyes slowly and partly, Slade stared at Robin's stomach, his vision slightly blurred. Moving his head down slowly, he pressed his mouth to his shoulder, closing his eyes again and lightly kissing the supple skin. Robin shifted again, this time his rear pressing hard against Slade's crotch. If he wasn't asleep, he would have thought he did it on purpose. Then again, Robin didn't seem the type to purposefully buck their ass into someone else's crotch. Especially not another man's.
Ignoring his mind from ordering him to stop before it started, Slade kissed his shoulder again, harder this time. His right hand slowly lowered towards the front of his shorts. His fingers moved underneath the waistline and then gently snaked their way towards his crotch. They stopped just above the base of Robin's penis and then moved back again. Slade was now practically massaging his stomach, digging his fingertips gently against his skin. Soon his left hand slid inside his shorts to start rubbing the lean muscles. They then moved towards his taut thighs and started massaging the base of his legs.
In a slight stupor, Robin's eyes slowly tried to open, but they were heavy. He wasn't too consciously aware of the sense of touch yet, but he realized something seemed off. But it felt good, whatever it was. Then he felt a pressure building on the side of his neck, along with something warm and wet. Mumbling nonsense, Robin's body started to tighten, as though that would help him stop feeling these strange sensations. After a jolt passed through his neck and shoulders, Robin half-groaned, half-whined as he pulled his arms tight to his chest. The second he heard a zipper being pulled, his eyes snapped open in shock.
"Wh-What the hell…?"
"Shh, don't speak," Slade said in a soft, purring voice. Grabbing the waistline of Robin's shorts, he slowly pushed them off his hips, exposing his cheeks. Growling, Robin locked his legs tight, trying to stop Slade from lowering his shorts off his legs to expose his body more. With his hand, he slid it in between his legs and pulled the right one up slightly in the air. Slade pulled the shorts down until his arms couldn't stretch out anymore. They hung around Robin's knees, making it easier to spread his legs. Slade breathed hot air on his ear as he whispered, "Relax…"
Robin was about to protest about how tired he was and that he didn't want this, but Slade slid a finger into the crack of his ass, making his breath catch in his throat. With his other hand, Slade undid his belt, pulled it out from under his hip, and tossed it to the floor behind him. After pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, he got situated and comfortable on his side while he fingered him. Just his finger alone made Robin lose his breath and start to pant.
"S-Stop…"
Slade pushed a second finger into him. They pushed further in, opening Robin up enough to get the head of his cock in with little to no difficulty. Robin's right hand gripped the sheets tightly as he tightened his body, trying to make it ignore the now very hot fingers. A short moan forced out of his throat when Slade pulled the fingers out slowly. Once they were completely out, he pulled one ass cheek away from the other with one hand and grabbed his slowly forming erection in the other. Aligning the tip to Robin's puckered entrance, Slade bucked his hips harshly forward, entering halfway already. Robin cried out from the sudden intrusion, which he quickly tried to stifle. The work was done, however, and he felt Slade yank him back by the stomach.
Once his dick was fully inside him, Slade grabbed Robin's hips firmly, pulled his waist back slightly, and then thrust forward. With his body cramping in the position it was in, Robin relaxed slightly and panted as Slade hit his prostate. Moans filled the room, causing him to move fast already. Robin suddenly tilted his head back when Slade bit into his shoulder gently, crying out. He didn't want this right now, but damn did it feel good.
Robin yelped in surprise when Slade forced him onto his stomach. While on top of him, he lowered one hand from his waist, forced it under his side, and gripped his penis firmly. The other hand stayed on Robin's hip, using it for momentum on his thrusts forward. Robin pulled his arms out from under him and bent them in front of him. His hands gripped the pillow tightly. His chest pressed forward into the mattress with each hard thrust from Slade. His moaning grew louder and more frequent, enticing the man behind him.
"Ah…m-more… G-Give me m-more…!"
Needing a harder thrust accuracy, Slade released Robin's hip, grabbed his shoulder tight, and forced his chest off the bed, giving him no choice but to be up with the help of his hands. Slade also got onto his knees, keeping his legs spread away from either side of his waist. He then wrapped his arm around his stomach, his hand on his hip. As he thrust forward, he pulled Robin back to meet them while still maintaining a grip on his erection, which was spilling pre-cum. Robin moaned and panted, throwing his head back with every few hits to his prostate. Sweat traveled down his body as the heat of the room seemed to increase. The lower half of their bodies were still covered by the comforter after all.
"Ah! Ah! Ah Slade!"
Robin suddenly came with a loud cry. He felt his cum shoot out of his penis and onto the bed. He mentally apologized to Edmund for soiling his sheets. Letting go of the limp organ, Slade used his now free hand to grip the back of Robin's hair tight, forcing his head back so that his throat was exposed. He panted hot air on his ear as he licked the lobe. Robin half-moaned, half-whined when he forced it inside his ear. It was extremely wet and warm and it didn't sit well with Robin much. He was hot enough as it was, so he didn't want anymore.
Slade gently nibbled Robin's earlobe, emitting a grunt from him in response. He then licked behind it, pressing his tongue to the base. Their bodies were moving in perfect sync and Slade was nearing his peak. With a few more, hard thrusts, he burst hot, sticky liquid.
"AH SLADE!"

Slade was lying on his back beside Robin, staring up at the ceiling. Robin had his back to him, his eyes closed in a glare. He had been that way for almost ten minutes. Turning his head in his direction, Slade stared at him silently for a few seconds.
"I can sense your hostility. Do you want to talk about whatever is wrong?"
Robin was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I'd like to talk about it."
"Alright-"
"You're a goddamn jerk!"
Blinking in confusion, Slade got up on an elbow to see him better. "Excuse me?"
Robin got onto his stomach to glare at him. "You heard me."
"What did I do?"
"What do you think you did? You came in here, in the middle of the night, and when I'm dead asleep, you wake me up for a goddamn booty call! And before you ask, yes, I do have a fucking problem with that!"
Slade was almost speechless. "You didn't have a problem while we did it, so why are you mad now?"
"Because I was asleep! You selfishly woke me up for your own damn pleasure and that was it! You had no regards for what I wanted and what I wanted was sleep! And the only reason I seemed to enjoy it is because my hormones are fucked up! Now get the hell out so I can go back to FUCKING SLEEP!" Robin forcefully rolled back over so that he didn't have to keep looking at Slade's dumbstruck face. Closing his eyes tight again, he ignored him, not caring if he did leave or not. After staring at him for a long time, Slade slowly sat up as not to annoy him more and got out of bed quietly. He headed for the door when Robin thought of something else. He rolled back over to glare after him. "And another thing!" Slade glanced over his shoulder at him. "If you ever try to have sex with me again, so help me God, I will castrate you with Edmund's giant clipping scissors!"
Robin flopped back down, yanked the covers over his head, and closed his eyes tight. Slade stared at him with wide eyes for a few seconds before looking away and leaving. He closed the door gently behind him. Finally relaxing, Robin took a deep breath, let it out loudly, and then tried to go back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Slade was standing in front of the basement door, contemplating whether to go down and talk to Travis to relieve his mind of what happened upstairs. After a minute, he opened the door and descended the stairs. Down at his workstation, Edmund was cauterizing the end of a wire to the motherboard. He wore clear eye protectors to avoid getting sparks in his eyes. Slade approached him in his usual silent way when Edmund spoke.
"Everything alright upstairs?"
Slade stopped a few feet from him. "So you heard?"
"The walls aren't soundproof so I can hear pretty much anything."
Slade walked around him to stand at the head of the table. "So you heard more than just Robin yelling at me."
"Yes, I heard all of it," Edmund said, examining his blueprint. "I ignored it of course. Not much can distract me, but I prefer to be alone."
Slade was quiet for a second. "Do you think I was being selfish?"
Edmund paused to look at him. "Do you want the truth?"
"Of course."
Edmund went back to work. "Yes, you were being selfish."
Sighing, Slade rubbed the back of his head with his eyes closed. "I seem to always have that problem."
"If that's what you believe."
Slade lifted his head back up. "How should I make amends?"
"Ever hear of the term 'apology'?" Edmund asked, not taking his eyes off his work.
"I know what it is, yes," Slade said. "I'm just never any good at it."
"Then you're shit out of luck my friend."
With that, Edmund buried his nose back in his work. Slade watched him for a long time, thinking. Once he was done, he walked back to the stairs and went back inside. He entered the living room from the kitchen and saw Samael curled against the couch. Pushing the table away after stepping over him, Slade sat beside him and started petting his head. Samael's eyes drooped and then closed. The very tip of his tail was barely hanging onto the end of his nose. Once he fell asleep, it fell to the floor with a soft thud. Slade stared at his peaceful face as he kept rubbing his head.
"I'll make it up to him tomorrow, Samael. I promise."
After another minute of petting him, Slade got up, laid on the couch on his back, and closed his eyes, trying to come up with a way to apologize to Robin for his behavior. He wasn't very good at saying 'I'm sorry' the right way, but he could very damn well try.
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