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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
- 13
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- 15
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Updating a day early because I love you guys and this chapter is awesome and you'll love me so much more after this! Anyway, I hope you liked what I did with the last sentence in chapter 13. It was always the biggest question of Teen Titans and now I gave it a twist. And just like the original question, there's still no answer for it, but Robin's determined to find one. Will he succeed? Read on!
SladinForever

After four days of lying in bed and reading fifty or so books from Slade's collection, Robin was back to learning self control. He would meditate half an hour before performing a few simple exercises and then battling robots. At the moment, he was up against twenty robots, dodging mostly to upgrade his agility. He paid extra attention to how a robot moved. He observed their feet the most. Sometimes it was easy to tell where they would go. A slight turn of its toe to the left meant they'd go left and so forth. Deciding if they would go back a few steps was harder, but that hardly mattered. Robin would leap and kick the moment that happened.
A robot dodged to the left when Robin tried to kick it. It got behind him and grabbed his shoulder. Grabbing it with both hands, Robin easily flipped it over his body and then spun it around. Stopping, he threw it at another robot that came towards him. They both crashed down on top of each other. The one underneath shoved the other off and tried to get back up. Seeing this, Robin thought of something. Three more robots approached him.
"Time-out!" As if on command, the robots stopped their advance. Robin put up a finger to signal for one minute as he reached into his belt pocket and grabbed the black communicator Slade gave him. Pushing the power button, Robin touched the screen and a menu appeared. He pressed a phone symbol and then heard a beep. "Slade."
Registering his voice command, the communicator turned black for three seconds before Slade's face appeared. "Yes, Robin, what do you need?"
"Yeah, uh, did you ever program your robots to work together?"
"…No."
"Why not?"
"Does it matter?"
Robin lightly glared at him. "Well yeah. You wouldn't waste so many robots if they just helped each other out every now and again. Instead of helping its partner after I threw one robot at another, it shoved it away and left it on the floor. They both can still fight, but not when one won't help the other up. It's just…pathetic really. It would make fighting them that much harder too."
Slade was silent for a moment. "…I would think you'd want it to be slightly easy."
"Back when I was with the Titans, yeah, but not now. Besides, how else am I going to get better if you make things easy for me?"
"Alright, I see what you mean," Slade said. "I will change the components of their basic chips and then reprogram them later. For now, you'll have to do with what you have. And I'm sorry I made them too easy for you."
Robin blinked at the apology. "Um…thanks?"
"Of course."
Robin was about to hang up when he thought of something else. "Hey, no hurry on the robots, okay? You should finish upping your security first."
"If you insist."
"Okay. I'll be inside by dinner time."
"I will see you then."
Robin hung up first and then dropped both his head and arm, sighing. Why did he have to snap at him like that? Now Robin felt bad. Pocketing the communicator, he looked at his still motionless robots.
"Storage. Now." While the robots went away, Robin walked towards the training room door. He needed some fresh air to cool his head. Outside, he went to a tree and jumped to grab the nearest high branch. "Let's see how many pull-ups I can do in three hours."
Gripping the thick branch tight, Robin began his pull-ups. On his computer in his room, Slade was updating his security measures. He made it so it was near impossible to hack and control, but more importantly, impossible to detect. The signal would bounce off millions of servers across the world, so it would take forever to pinpoint. Even if someone was able to find it, it wouldn't show their exact location. Slade didn't think Bruce would try too hard to find Robin after he told him what had happened to him and that he was fine, but it was better safe than sorry. Bruce preferred to act first and ask questions later, so it would be impossible to tell him that Slade had been good to Robin.
"You always were too stupid to plan ahead, Bruce," he muttered to himself. When a thought came to him, a small smirk quickly played across his face. "Well, not with everything."
If there was one smart thing Bruce Wayne had done right, it was take Robin under his wing. If he hadn't, then there wouldn't be a Robin. After another half hour, Slade was done. He ran a test for another thirty minutes, ending with success. The computer had given up its search by then. The Batcave computer was slightly stronger than Slade's, but he wagered it wouldn't be able to finish the trace after forty-some minutes. It was strong, but not strong enough.
Slade opened another program on his computer. It was a camera monitoring program, so he could check up on Robin with footage. When he didn't see him in the dojo, he had a camera search the outside. It only took ten minutes to find him still doing his tree pull-ups. Getting a slightly closer look at him, Slade saw sweat all over his face and arms. He wondered how long he had been going. He was very good at it, finishing eight pull-ups in just three seconds. Robin seemed to get stronger and faster each day, much to Slade's delight. Robin never ceased to amaze him. Slade was quite proud to have him around.
After a few more minutes of watching, Slade turned the footage off and then left the room. He went to the equipment storage in the dojo, grabbed the main fighting disk for the robots, and then brought it back inside so that he could modify it. By the end of Robin's three hours, he had performed four hundred and sixty-six pull-ups. He dropped down, falling to his butt instantly. He rested his aching arms in between his legs, panting. For a few minutes he regained his strength. Getting back up, he stretched for five minutes and then started climbing a tree. He timed how fast it took him to reach the top—about two minutes. He sat on the highest branch that could support his weight for a while, thinking about what to put in his letter to Bruce. He wanted to tell him enough without telling him too much. He didn't want Slade's name mentioned at all. Either he had to make some dude's name up or not provide one at all. He guessed he would go with the latter.
Out of nowhere, Robin's stomach growled. Groaning, he stood up and started to make his way down. Inside, Slade was throwing dinner together in the oven. They would be having Stouffer's lasagna with garlic bread and salad. A few minutes after setting the timer, the front door opened and Robin walked in. He stretched and yawned as he made his way to the kitchen. Slade sat back at the table to work on his chip. Going to the refrigerator, Robin pulled out a bottle of water and guzzled it down without pause. When it was empty, he lowered the bottle from his lips and let out a refreshed sigh. His stomach growled again, so he grabbed a slice of cheese from the door. Hearing the wrapper being opened, Slade glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Dinner's in the oven."
Robin closed the door and then turned to him. "I need something to tide me over. What are we having?"
"Lasagna."
Robin nodded while nibbling on the corner of his cheese. He threw his wrapper away before sitting down and watching Slade work. Sitting in front of him was a machine that was as thin as a laptop, but light enough to hold with one hand. The robot chip was sticking two inches from the side, like a card reader for cameras and such. Slade was typing away at the keys. Robin finished his cheese before asking a question.
"Did you finish your security upgrade?"
Slade touched the screen that was filled with equations that only geniuses would be able to decipher. "I did. You can send Batman a message now."
"Can I do that while waiting for dinner?"
"You may."
Robin stood up, pushing his chair in. "Thanks."
Slade just gave a nod. Turning around, Robin entered the hallway and went to Slade's room. He sat down at his computer, lifted the lid, and opened the E-mail application. He typed in the Batcave e-mail address in the To box, then typed "Greetings from Robin; Here's an Update" in the Subject header. Clicking on the message box, he started typing his explanation e-mail. It took ten minutes to get his words right. He decided to leave Slade as anonymous. After re-reading it twice, he moved the mouse to the Send button and paused. What if Slade's new security measures weren't good enough? He would get into serious trouble if Bruce did track him down. Robin was now having second thoughts.
"Go ahead and click it." Jumping, Robin looked over his shoulder and saw Slade behind him. "I ran a test and my tracker failed to locate us. Its safe, I promise."
Robin stared at him with an unsure look for a moment before looking down at the mouse and clicking the left button. The e-mail was sent and the application closed.
"I hope you're right…"
Robin slumped in the chair, feeling weary. Standing directly behind the chair, Slade placed his strong hands on his shoulders and started massaging them. He used his thumbs to dig into the base of his neck, moving them in opposite directions. Robin closed his eyes in relaxation, feeling slightly better. By the time he was in a shower before bed that night, he would be fully content. He needed a good night's sleep.
"Is this helping?"
"Mh…yeah."
Slade pulled up on Robin's shoulders to sit him up, so that he could reach lower. He used just his thumbs to push around his spine, loosening up the tense muscles from his many pull-ups. Placing his arms on the desk in front of him, Robin leaned forward and rested his head on them. Slade then started using his knuckles to knead his back. Sometimes places would pop, rather loudly at that, but Robin didn't mind. He was feeling much better because of it.
Stepping around to Robin's side, Slade crouched down and worked on his lower back with the ball of his hand. His fingers pulled on the other side, pulling the two halves of his spine together. Robin glanced at him over his arm, blinking every few seconds. He took notice of how good Slade was with his hands. One minute they would be causing pain, then the next they would make it all go away. It truly amazed him.
"Are you daydreaming about me naked?" Robin came out of his thoughts, his smile vanishing. He blushed, making Slade smirk. "Guess I was right."
Robin snorted at him before turning his head the opposite way. "I was not. It just amazes me how your hands could cause someone pain one second, but then ease it away the next."
"You forgot causing someone to become rock hard too." Robin quickly forced his ears down. Slade chuckled. "It was a joke."
"I don't care."
Slade finished massaging his back a minute later. Standing up, he left the room to check the timer on the oven. Robin lifted his head, stretched and yawned before getting up, closing the laptop, and going after him. There was just eight more minutes left on the clock. After putting the garlic bread in the oven, Slade started washing the salad with cold water. Robin got two plates and two salad bowls down and set the table. He then filled two glasses with cold water. Once the buzzer went off and the lasagna and bread were removed, Slade turned the oven off and put both on the table. He grabbed forks and napkins before sitting down with Robin at the table. They dished up in silence.
"So, I saw you doing those pull-ups. How many did you do?" Slade asked before taking a bite of bread.
Robin swallowed some lettuce and shredded carrot sticks. "A little over four hundred and fifty in three hours."
"That's impressive."
"Thanks. Batman wouldn't think so though."
Slade accidentally swallowed too much, but he amazingly didn't choke. "He just doesn't know your true worth. I, on the other hand, do. He just doesn't take you as seriously as he should."
Robin stared blankly at him for a second in silence. "I guess not."
Robin didn't want to believe that it was true, but some part of him knew it was. When he first stumbled upon the Batcave and asked Bruce to let him be his sidekick, he had refused. Only when Robin showed him what he could do did he give him a chance. Even then, Bruce babied him and didn't let him get too close to danger. Maybe if he had given Robin more of a chance at getting faster and stronger, he wouldn't have suffered the bullet that almost took his life. Bruce had become even more protective after that fiasco, even going as far as revoking his hero title. That's when Robin had had enough and left Gotham to work for himself.
"He taught you as much as he knew." Robin looked up, coming out of his thoughts at Slade's voice. "So you can't really blame him for that."
Robin stared solemnly at him for a few more seconds before continuing to eat in silence. Slade went back to eating as well. Dinner was finished in silence. Fifteen minutes later, Robin drank the rest of his water before standing up and pushing his chair in.
"I'm going to shower before bed."
Slade got up and started cleaning the table and kitchen. "I'll do the dishes then."
Nodding, Robin turned around and left. He returned to Slade's room, grabbed clean clothes from his dresser drawer, and then entered the bathroom. He peed before turning the shower on. Setting the clothes on the sink counter and a towel on the closed toilet, Robin carefully undressed and then stepped into the steaming shower. For twenty minutes, he washed his hair, tail, and ears thoroughly, scrubbed his body with soap, and then rinsed off. He had to tug hard on his tail to get all the suds out of it. It was a pain in his ass to do it too. When he was finally done, Robin adjusted the shower head before sitting down with his back to the hard stream. His tail lay limp behind him, half of it facing the right. He closed his eyes to meditate while relaxing under the heat. Soon, all sound was muted on his ears and he felt as light as a feather. Tonight would be a good night for sleeping. He was so far into his relaxed state that he didn't hear the bathroom door open and then close. Slade's shadow fell upon the glass door. It showed him undressing quietly. Robin's ears twitched, but he ignored them. All he wanted to do was relax and think of nothing else.
The glass door silently slid open and Slade stepped inside the shower. Suddenly feeling a new presence in the room, Robin's eyes opened and he jerked back in surprise. Slade laughed at him for this. Robin growled angrily at him.
"That wasn't funny!" Slade's laugh turned into a light chuckle. "And what are you doing? Can't a guy bathe in peace?!"
"I can't join you? I'm hurt," Slade mocked.
"That's right, you can't! Now get your naked ass out of here!"
Slade stepped one foot closer. "That's no way to treat the man that saved you." Crouching in front of him, Slade smirked. "Instead, you should be thanking me."
Robin tried to move back, but Slade grabbed his hips and pressed them down. Robin stared wide eyed at him as he laid on his stomach in between his legs. Lowering his head, Slade licked the side of his limp penis, making him shudder. He then moved it to the right to try and lift it in the air. Robin's ears twitched violently and his tail tried to wag, but it was too soaked to move much. Putting part of his lips around his penis, Slade licked and moved it along to reach the head. He licked it up and into his mouth. The tip of his tongue slipped barely two centimeters inside the slit. Robin felt electric-like shocks course through his penis and into his stomach. Leaning back against the wall, he bit his lower lip to prevent a moan as the tongue slipped a little further inside. The foreskin started to part and peel back.
"S-Slade…"
As Slade slipped his mouth over the hardening organ, his lips pushed the foreskin back more until it was fully peeled back. Soon, just a few inches of flesh was left and Slade started sucking and licking. Closing his eyes and biting his lower lip harder, Robin stifled a moan in the back of his throat. He slowly lifted his knees and planted his feet firmly on the bath tub floor. The stream from the shower head pelted on Slade's broad back and shoulders and trailed and trickled down his sides and lower back. He didn't seem to care about the water hitting his face as it bounced off Robin's left knee.
Opening one eye a little, Robin started to pant hot air. Slade's mouth was so hot and wet that it sent jolts through his crotch and stomach. Tilting his head back, he bit back a loud moan. His hands fidgeted as he dug his fingers into the floor. Slade sucked his shaft harder and bobbed his head up and down a bit as he used his oral sex skills to make Robin feel good.
"A-Ah…"
Robin continued to pant and moan the closer he was to his orgasm. Unable to keep his hands down anymore, he placed one on his chest and the other on his stomach. He slowly ran them over his hot, wet skin, making him even hotter. Soon his penis was all the way in Slade's mouth and he sucked harder and more fervent. His hands rested on Robin's sides and he used his thumbs to massage his navel. Robin suddenly bucked his hips when the tip touched the back of Slade's throat. Luckily he didn't gag as he almost swallowed it. It made Robin cry out and suddenly cum unexpectedly. Slade's eyes clenched tightly as he froze to allow it to slide down his throat. When Robin relaxed himself, he slowly pulled back, saliva and cum falling down the sides and landing on his balls.
Instead of getting on his knees, Slade let his limp shaft go and then trailed a wet, sticky tongue up along the base of his stomach. His forehead bumped into Robin's hand, so he quickly jerked it back. He shuddered as Slade licked his navel, practically fucking his belly button with the tip of his tongue. He used his feet to move further up Robin's body. The teen moved his hands to his shoulders and then moved them down his slick back as he attempted to get halfway on top of him. Reaching his chest, Slade sucked one of his nipples into his mouth and licked it fervently. It hardened and perked up more. Robin was still panting as he watched him work. He was feeling a bit more relaxed now. He slowly lowered his legs back down and placed his feet on the small of his back.
Slade was now sucking and licking Robin's left collarbone as he moved for his neck. Robin dug his fingers into his muscled back and scratched up before wrapping his arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and moaned when Slade trailed his hot tongue up the side of his neck. He tilted his head back so that he could attack the front with passionate kisses. Robin's throat vibrated when he moaned weakly. With his hands, Slade gently touched his warm body, sometimes massaging certain areas, like his thighs and lower stomach. If anything, it relaxed him further.
Finally reaching up to Robin's ear, Slade whispered, "I can't wait for you much longer, pretty bird. I know you will be able to handle me." Robin's ear twitched. "I know you can do it, Robin. I believe in you."
Robin was still for a moment before he lifted his right hand and pushed his fingers through his hair. His eyes narrowed as he thought about the next step. Why was he so against going all the way anyway?
"I'm scared…"
"I would think there was something wrong with you if you weren't," Slade said gently. Robin pressed the side of his head against his own. He ran his fingers through his hair as he kept his arms wrapped around his neck. "I would never purposefully hurt you, Robin. You're all I have."
Tears formed in Robin's eyes. Slade must have been lonely for a really long time. He couldn't imagine how painful that would be. He thought Slade would prefer the life of solitude, but now he wasn't so sure. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and then released a breath.
"Do you really think I'm ready?"
Slade smiled softly. "I do."
Robin sighed. "…Okay."

When they were out of the shower ten minutes later, Robin was on his back in Slade's bed, waiting for him to return from the bathroom. His tail was mostly dry now. He scratched the back of his left ear and then shook his head when the biting itch was gone. Slade soon emerged with something in his hand. Going to the side of the bed, he got on it with his knees and moved closer to Robin. He straddled his legs and showed him what he had.
"This will make everything easier on you." He started unscrewing the cap. "It will be cold for a few seconds. Hold that." Robin took the offered lid and held it against his chest. Parting his legs, Slade moved in between them, dipped his pointer finger into the tub, and pulled out a gel-like, foggy white substance. Setting the tub aside, he pushed Robin's left leg back to expose his ass crack. He parted one cheek and then gently placed the fingertip to the puckered hole. Robin jerked back in surprise. The gel really was cold. Slade slowly tried getting his finger inside. Robin whimpered as it went in to the first knuckle. He tensed and practically swallowed the whole finger. He growled in pain. "Well don't do that."
Robin growled lightly at him. "I couldn't h-help it!" Slade slowly wiggled the finger inside, coating his tight inner walls. Robin whimpered again. He could feel Slade's heart beat right from his finger. "T-Take it out…!"
With his free hand, Slade gently rubbed his thigh. "Just calm down and relax. It will only hurt worse if you don't."
Robin gave him a pleading look. "I…I don't th-think we should do th-this…"
Slade moved his hand to his stomach and rubbed it. "Robin, lightly close your eyes and picture something that makes you really happy. Meditation will help you relax. Now, close your eyes."
Staring uncertainly at him, Robin swallowed and then nodded. He slowly closed his eyes and thought of something peaceful. It didn't take him long to hear the sound of waves crashing into something. He tried to pinpoint the exact location, but a warm light touched his face. Opening his eyes, he mentally saw the sunset on Titans Tower. He sat with Starfire, who had her arm looped with his. The beautiful orange glow from the setting sun was brilliant and serene. Back on the bed, Robin looked calm and relaxed. He breathed steadily through his nose, hardly feeling Slade insert a second, lube-covered finger and then spread both apart to open him up.
"I'm almost ready. Are you still thinking of that happy thought?"
"Mmm, yeah…"
Slade smirked. "Good boy." He slowly removed his fingers, grabbed his ass cheeks, and spread them apart. Some of the lubrication was on the outer ring. Moving further between his legs, Slade positioned his slightly erect penis and pressed the blunt head to the hole. Robin's eyes snapped open in shock when he felt something thick and veiny forcing its way inside his rectum. "How are you holding up?"
Robin slowly looked at him and swallowed. "O-Okay…I guess." Nodding, Slade looked at his stomach and forced more of his length into him. When he was halfway to the hilt, he stopped, pulled back an inch and gently thrust forward. Robin gasped. "W-Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Y-You don't have STDs or anything, do you?"
Slade snorted. "Well it's a little late to be asking that now."
"Just answer the fucking question!" Robin slapped a hand to his mouth in shock. "Sh-Shit. I'm…I-I'm sorry."
Slade thrust in once. "Robin, if I knew I had diseases like that, I would either use a condom or not do this at all. Besides, I don't fuck everything that moves. In fact, to go into my personal life a bit here, I haven't had sex in years. Now, keep thinking of that happy thing and let me do this."
Robin stared at him for a few seconds and then nodded. "Okay…"
Shaking his head in annoyance, Slade thrust in, hitting Robin's prostate on the first try. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Wh-What…What was that?"
"Your prostate."
Robin groaned. "W-Well hit it a-again."
Slade smirked. "Oh I was planning on it."
Robin's body moved back with the next thrust. He tried to breathe steadily and think of the sunset, but it was impossible now. His head rolled to the right, a moan passing his lips. He suddenly wanted to hold onto something as this amazing feeling filled him to the brim. Not meaning to, his arms shot out, his claws extending. Slade growled lightly as they pierced his back after he wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down. Robin groaned.
"S-Sorry…
"Don't worry about it," Slade said huskily. Robin moaned when his next thrust hit his prostate again. "Arch your back. Good boy."
Slade slid his arm underneath Robin and wrapped it around until his hand held his hip. He held his butt up off the bed for an easier penetration. With the use of his knees, he thrust in and part way out, repeating the process accordingly. Robin clawed his back to hold on when he quickened his pace. A loud moan passed his throat and he couldn't help but urge Slade to be a little more rough and faster. Robin decided he could handle much more than this.
"Oh G-God…S-Slade…" Soon their bodies moved in perfect sync, Robin tightening around Slade's cock lightly to be pleasurable, not painful. It was as if his body knew this day would come. Or perhaps his wolf instincts were more dominant than his human side. Either way, Robin wished he had been with Slade sooner. How could he have missed this? "Ah…ah, hah! I…I-I…cum. I…I-I have to…c-cum…"
Yes, Slade knew he had to. He couldn't very well ignore Robin's leaking tip against his stomach, now, could he? Placing his forehead on the bed beside his head, he slid his hand in between their bodies and grasped the pulsing organ. Robin cried out when he touched the sensitive tip covered in pre-cum. Slade opened his mouth in order to breathe, breathing hot air on his shoulder. He tightened his body in order to move a little faster, Robin's penis sliding easily through the semi-tight hold of his hand. A sound halfway between a moan and a growl escaped him. He tightened around Slade again, crying out as every nerve was touched. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his peak. Slade thrust in again.
"AH!" Robin spilled his seed all over his and Slade's stomach, his cum coming out in hot streams. "Ah, hah, hah…"
Lowering his hand back on the bed, Slade lifted his head, hoisted Robin's legs up higher so that they rested at his hips, and then forced himself onto his knees. He wrapped both arms around him and, as he thrust forward, pulled his body up against him, making him cry out. Robin's tail started to wag slowly and his ears folded back. He wrapped his arms tighter around him, placing one hand to the back of his head and gripping his hair tightly. He could feel Slade's member swelling bigger and bigger that it almost hurt. Maybe that was supposed to happen? Pain mixed with pleasure? Yeah, Robin would go with that. Besides, either/or, he had never felt anything better than this. With his shoulder closer to his mouth, Slade bit into it and then licked the faintly bruised skin. Robin gasped within a moan when he had done it, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the same time.
"Wh-Who is th-the wolf…n-now-? AHH!"
Slade just came when he had asked. They fell silent except for their labored breathing. Robin's claws slowly retracted from Slade's back, which had droplets of blood on it, and released the back of his head. He lay limp against him. Robin didn't know it, but Slade's tiny wounds were already closing and healing. It was only a matter of time before he recovered and thinking of the perfect comeback to Robin's question. He smirked.
"That just makes me the Alpha."
Robin was confused at first, but then he remembered. "S-So then I'm your b-bitch?"
"No, that would make you an Omega in this relationship."
Robin furrowed his brow as he frowned slightly, looking up at him. "What makes you th-think we're in a r-relationship? We've established you find me c-cute, as much as I hate being called that, and yeah we did kind of have a d-dinner date, but is there l-love there? Isn't that wh-what a real relationship is? Love and doing things together?"
Slade hummed lightly. "Maybe. I haven't felt much of an emotion. So as far as loving you? I don't know. But that doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. All I know is that you belong to me, seeing as that's the way wolves live. Once the Alpha has found his mate-"
Robin snorted. "Yes, I know. And once sex ensues, it makes it legit. Somehow I don't mind it working out that way. I mean, people that know me would think I would. I have no idea why though."
"You were against it for a while, remember?"
Robin scratched his head in between his ears. "Yeah, but I think it was because I wasn't so sure at the time." Robin looked away. "I do admit I find you attractive, but would the old me think that? You don't always have to see someone's face to think they're attractive. At least I don't think you do." Robin sighed, looked back up at Slade, and then shook his head. "I don't know. It makes me wonder why feelings are so complicated."
Slade had to agree on that one. That was one of the reasons he didn't like to show emotion. They always complicated things, like this moment for instance. Would they ever feel love toward one another or was this simply a sexual attraction? Exhaling, Slade lowered them back down, pulled out, and lay right up against Robin on his side. He wrapped his arm around his back and placed his chin on his shoulder. Robin rested his arm in between Slade's arm and side, placing his hand on his back. His tail wrapped itself around him.
"Some day we will know," Slade said.
Robin smiled softly. "Yeah…" For the next several minutes, they laid there in silence, neither moving. Robin was just about to close his eyes when he saw something move. Eyes widening, he lifted his head to look over the bed. That's when his heart stopped momentarily. "S-Slade?"
"Hm?"
"The tongue from the robot! It's alive!"
Slade's eyes shot open. They both sat up abruptly, looking over at the floor. The slimy tongue that belonged to the dismantled fighter-bot was inching its way towards the foot of the bed, leaving a blue trail behind. A metal piece was attached to the back end, helping it move. It suddenly pounced at the bed after getting up on its behind and then fell from its back weight. Jumping up and ignoring the trails of cum sliding down his body, Slade jumped off the bed beside the tongue and then kicked it. It flew back and crashed into the wall. It was still momentarily before moving again. Robin got up and grabbed his underwear and shorts, not wanting to fight the thing butt naked.
The tongue suddenly shot out, landing on Slade's foot. He stepped down on it, but it wouldn't let go. As he lifted his foot to try again, the tongue jumped onto it and then jumped again, landing on his hip. It continued its way up his body while he tried swatting it away. Robin yanked his shorts on right when it reached the right side of Slade's neck. Grabbing onto it with both hands, he tried to pry it off. He then flinched, a menacing growl passing clenched teeth.
"Dammit. It bit me."
Yanking out a boomerang from Slade's discarded belt, Robin ran over and stabbed the tongue with one end. Its hold loosened, allowing Slade to pull it off and throw it across the room. The tongue hit the wall and then fell with a splat. Slade's neck started to burn, making him clamp a hand to it. He felt the ooze and droplets of blood against his skin.
"How can a tongue bite?" Robin asked.
"I think it had burs inside the tissue and it forced them out, piercing me," Slade replied. Starting to feel dizzy now, he fell to his knees. "There must be poison in it. If it's the same poison from those bullets, then I will be unconscious soon. My body already feels numb."
Looking around, Robin found Slade's boxers. He went over and picked them up to hand them to him. Slade took them with a nod and attempted to pull them on after sitting. His breathing was unsteady and exhaustion was trying to force his eyes closed. While he did that, Robin washed cum off his chest and stomach and then dried off with a towel. After lifting himself up to yank his boxers over his butt, Slade fell sideways with a growl. Robin came out, went to him, and instantly knelt beside him, helping him roll over onto his back. His ears were folded back.
"This must be what slowly dying looks like."
Slade snorted in amusement despite the situation. "I wouldn't know," he said tiredly. "Haven't died that way before."
Robin blinked a few times before glancing at the tongue, which was still motionless. Just to be on the safe side, he walked over, stabbed the metal piece on its behind, and then pulled the blade across the entire tongue's length, cutting it in half. The poison within spilled out onto the floor. Robin then grabbed the towel he had used from the bathroom and laid it down on top of it so that no one would accidentally step on it later. By the time he returned to Slade's side, he had his eyes almost fully closed. Robin landed on his knees beside him and sighed.
"I hope that thing came alone. If the one who sent it is coming after me, I don't know what I would do."
Slade grabbed his hand on the floor. "If they are coming, I may be conscious before they arrive. If not, well I would just come after you and rescue you."
Robin smiled softly down at him. "If that isn't love, I don't know what is." Moving his legs out from under him, Robin laid his lithe body on top of Slade's chest and stomach and laid his head down. Slade managed to wrap his arm around him. With his hand on his chest, Robin moved the tips of his fingers across his skin, like he was pawing him. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and then let it out, feeling relaxed. "Someone has to take care of you, you big lug."
Slade didn't reply. His heartbeat was slowing. Even though Robin knew he was just unconscious, he still felt upset when his arm slowly started to fall. His ears fell and tears formed in his eyes once the contact was completely gone, hoping to God that Slade would be okay. That's when Robin decided-
I love you.
Robin believed that now. He still wasn't sure why, but he found that he didn't care at all, because it no longer mattered.

To Be Continued…
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