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The Incident	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5161 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Robin didn’t know why he chose this particular place to do it. Do him. But he did. He liked it. And there was something so deliciously erotic about fucking him here. In the very room he had spent hours upon hours working to capture him.
Now Robin had him.
And he would spend hours upon hours working to fuck him.
“ On the table.” Even though he ordered the other to do so, his hands shoved, pushing the older man down so his upper body was pressed against the surface of the table. When he tried to rise, an ungloved hand gripped short hair; forcing his head down.
“ Don’t move. “ Was the only warning, but that was all that was necessary. The larger body didn’t move again.
Robin stepped back, tugging his glove back on. For a moment he just admired the vision before him. That body, draped over his working table; the items that used to be upon it, now on the floor. He spent quite a few seconds committing to memory the way that black material stretched over and hugged a very lovely backside.
Smack!
The larger body stiffened, and a grunt was released at the harsh contact. Robin merely grinned lewdly. His hand did not lift from the place it had taken on the other’s butt. He gripped hard, making the larger body tense up.
“ I’m going to fuck this. I’m going to fuck you. “ The gloved hand moved around to roughly grab at the other’s hidden length. Robin rested his weight on the other’s back, grinding himself into his ass none too gently. “ I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re full. I want you walking with a limp. Everyone will know what I’ve done to you. “
There was a low moan, and the hips he was pressing into, pressed back. Robin stifled his own moan; his free hand gripping the slender hips without mercy. “ I thought I told you not to move. “
A chuckle from the stretched out body and a slight shrug. “ I couldn’t hear you from all the way down there. “
Robin bristled. Jabbing at his height was definitely not the right way to go for gentleness. The hand that had been gripping his hips, grasped the short hair; yanking his head up harshly. “ What did you say to me? “
There was still amusement in the voice, though it was slightly strained from the bent position his body was in. “ I said you’re too tiny to fuck. “
The Boy Wonder growled and shoved him down forcefully. One hand moved to hold the other down by the back of the neck, while his other hand pulled a Birdarang from his belt. The sharp edge out.
The blade side pressed against the tail bone of the other. But he made no moves. Robin eased up on the pressure, and began his cut. Slicing cleanly until the other’s whole crotch and backside were exposed. Stabbing the Birdarang into the table next to the other’s head, he ripped the rest of the material away.
Now his prize was completely and utterly exposed. Robin was delighted to find hot red coloring over his captive’s face. He walked around the table, cape swishing as he moved, to stand in front of the other. He was looking off to the side, resting his head on his arms. The blush was still there.
“ Get on the table. Lay on your back. Give me your hands. “ Short, blunt orders. This time the other didn’t provoke him. His body shifted until he was positioned as ordered. When both hands were presented to him, one of his hands held the wrists, while the other reached for something on the ground.
A metal cuff, bolted to the floor; specifically for this purpose. Chain links ran though it; connected to a pair of cuffs. Similar metalwork had been done on the table. Their purpose a little more practical. Robin tended to throw things when he was mad. More than once he had regretted over turning the table and destroying bits of evidence. Bolted to the floor, such actions were prevented.
But that made the table even more perfect for other actions.
Both wrists were restrained above the head of the other. Robin moved back around to the other side where his captive’s legs were dangling over the edge of the table at the knee. His captive stiffened, a half moan escaping when he wrapped his hand around the hardened, no longer hidden flesh. “ I should take you with nothing. Use you for my own pleasure and leave you here, just like this. “
His words were accompanied by tight, slow strokes. Robin’s breath was picking up considerably. His own hard organ pulsed against his tight confines. The view before him did nothing to ease the internal burning. His prize, stretched out, bound, flushed, fighting against the sounds the ex-acrobat was working to bring out.
Robin did not stop his hand’s movements, using the other to remove a vial of oil, from a set, in a compartment of his belt. The hourglass shape of the vial served only one purpose.
Easily opened with one hand...The empty side was smashed against the table to break; disrupting the balance within. Oil began to leak out over his fingers. Tossing the now empty vial into the garbage in the corner, those slick, dripping fingers smeared a trail from inner thigh to puckered entrance.
Hidden eyes were locked onto the face of the other, as his index finger slowly pressed inside. The ring of muscle tensed abruptly. Robin leaned forward, his hand capturing his prize’s chin before his lips were next. A hard kiss was shared between them. The moan that came from between them signaled the loosening of the ring of muscle. Robin could press his digit inside easier now.
Possessive teeth bit down from lips to throat. “ Do you know how sexy you are, laying here like this? Arms tied, lying on this table with your legs open, “ At that, the hand that had caught his chin, gripped the other’s thigh from underneath. Their hips were pressed together; Robin’s finger pushed deeper. His middle finger wiggled in next. “ You are making me so hard. I don’t know how much longer I can keep from fucking you into this table. “

Robin was having the hardest time between deciding whether or not to continue the pleasant torment his fingers elicited, or to remove them and make such torment mutual. On the one hand, he was enjoying himself immensely. On the other, he could be doing so in two places at once.
The tight heat around his fingers clenched. The confined throbbing in his pants throbbed just that much harder and frequent. This was it. If he didn’t do something now, he was going to blow it all right then and there.
“ Say it. “ The way he sounded when he said that, more authoritive than when he was giving an order to his teammates. Or a fleeing, or fighting enemy. More authoritive, and filled with lusty intention. Do as I say because I fuck you and you like it.
“ Nnh...No. “ His voice was heavily coated in desire. But then, Robin had expected him to say that. To deny him, himself of the pleasure that would come if he simply gave up. He didn’t work like that, however. At least, not often. Robin allowed a roguish grin to overtake his features.
“ Say it. Or I’ll leave you like this. You’ll be my fingerfuck toy until you surrender to me. You won’t get anymore than that. “
That made the other think. Not lie silently in thought, however, as he continued to pant and writhe. It wasn’t necessarily a horrible thing he had threatened the other with. But it wasn’t what both of them wanted, even though it would take care of the sexual need. It also helped that Robin kept pressing down on that hot bundle of nerves to keep his prize from thinking too much on it.
“ Hnn! “
“ Say. It. “
“ ...Take me. “
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With a harsh gasp, Robin shot straight up in his bed. Then he looked down and saw that he was...sitting straight up in bed. The place where he happened to be sitting up bore a distinctive wet spot on the sheets. It was only after the Boy Wonder wiped some of the sweat from his forehead and noticed his heart rate was accelerated that he noticed the wetness.
Once his hidden eyes locked onto it, they remained that way for a long time. Robin simply stared at it; as if staring hard enough would make his mind give up the facade and concede that he was awake. But the wetness didn’t fade away as a remnant of sleep. In fact, it was starting to get cold and uncomfortable.
Tentively, his hand tapped the wet tent. With a hiss, his hand drew back.
Well shit. It’s real.
Both eyes closed as his hand came up to his forehead. If the erection was real, then what he got the erection from was actually what the erection was from. He really did have that dream, and he really did have a hard-on from that dream being what it was.
No, wait! He corrected himself. There was no proof that it was that specific dream that made him excited. It could have just happened. It could be a dream he didn’t even remember that caused all this.
Let’s see. Starfire in a bikini. Heh...That did a little something at least. Alright, so maybe he was having that beach dream again. He wouldn’t mind that one bit.
Kitten in a bikini. Ugh. The tent nearly dropped completely. Or at least, he felt like it should have. The more he thought of that, the more he feared for the well-being of his...little teammate.
Alright. This is the deal-breaker. Slade in...anything other than that suit. Trunks. Let’s do trunks. No sense in scarring ourselves. There was little to no response.
HAH. Take that hormones. I own you, fools, I’ll be attracted to who and whatever the hell I want. Robin grinned, and dropped back on his bed; arms pillowing his head. His grin remained as he gazed at the ceiling. He knew it was a load of hormonal crap his pituitary gland dumped on him. No way he was attracted to Slade. Especially not in swimming trunks.
Loose clothing just doesn’t do it for him. He’d probably be more comfortable in something tight...Tight shorts. They’d have to be really short so they wouldn’t ride up. He wouldn’t like that. Hell, who does? I bet he’s pale under there. Pale skin...black short shorts. Well, I guess they’d only really be short shorts if he bent over for somethi-OH MY GOD.
Robin lifted his head up, fearing what he would see would correspond to what he was feeling. The throbbing life was back in his manhood with a vengeance. Growling, the Boy Wonder ripped the sheets off himself and grumped out of bed. The soiled sheets were yanked away from the mattress and bundled up in a ball.
He was glad it was still so early in the morning. Not that he was worried about running into anyone in the hall. There were a few unspoken, but known rules around the Tower. If you were to see a male walking through the halls at any given time taking his sheets, and only his sheets, to the laundry area, there were to be no questions asked, no stares given. He was just liable to bite their heads off and not really feel sorry about it later.
The trek down to the area kept him occupied with thoughts of daring Beast Boy to say one joke about him and his sheets. But there was no such brave occurrence. Now, as he shut the washer lid and hopped up on it, he had time to think. The dial was turned, the water began to run, and Robin began to think.
He was not attracted to Slade. He couldn’t be. He liked girls! And then, even if he was attracted to Slade, how could it be possibly, that this didn’t happen earlier when he was alone with the supervillain for an extended period of time? It didn’t make sense to his well-taught problem-solving algorithm.
Robin supposed there was the idea that Slade could be drugging him again. But he’d just had a physical not three days ago. Something to effecting him after that, this much should be showing more outward signs. Plus, if all this were Slade’s intention, he probably wouldn’t have thrown that factory sized robotic drill at his head.
There was the idea that Slade could be seducing him. But that solution held as much water as the drug one. Again, why would Slade purposely, physically deter him from coming in contact with himself, if that was what he wanted originally?
Raven would know if it were magic. Cyborg would know if it were technological. He should know already since it was something otherwise. But dammit, he couldn’t figure it out.
And the more Robin sat there, and thought about how much all of this didn’t make sense, how his reaction had cost him the capture of Slade, and Slade in general, the more mad he got. The metallic supervillain better not have that same haughty attitude the next time they met.
I had him on his hands and knees. If I were so inclined, I could have made him my bitch. I could have made him limp out of that damn factory, for all the Titans to see. He wouldn’t be so cocky then...
It was then another problem was brought to his attention. He glared at the tent in his boxer-briefs. His glare didn’t lessen as he slid off the washer to journey to his shower.
“ Traitor. “
The cool water woke his nerves up immediately. He began to feel refreshed, better in terms of his mood and thought process. At least, for a little while. His hand curled around his manhood, lazily moving to bring around the release of tension. Robin refused to enjoy it. It was simply a means to an end.
Slade’s end. What an asshole. Causing my havoc and disarray in the middle of the night because he decided to appeal to my hormones. I’d take him right here in this shower. Right against this wall. Shove his face against it and just FUCK him. If the others hear, then they’ll know what I’m doing to him. Me. Then maybe I could get some sle-
Robin’s thoughts stalled as he finished processing what had just run together as a few thoughts strung together.
“ ... “
Sneering at the suddenly offensive tile, he stroked harder.
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This was the chance he was waiting for! How arrogant can you be?! Coming back to the exact same place, on the exact same day of the week, to steal the exact same thing. He wasn’t even annoyed at Slade’s brazenness. Truth-be-told, he really didn’t plan on Slade’ attacking the same place, same day of the week. He thought the superviallin would do better than that. And thus, if he hadn’t been shown footage himself, he might have thought that it wasn’t Slade at all.
As it was, he was heavily on the offensive this time. Whatever happened, he just kept attacking. It didn’t matter whether or not he flew into anything important, or painful. Well, it still hurt, but he didn’t let it stay in mind too much. Not tonight. Tonight was for beating all his frustrations out on Slade for.
After that damn night with the damn sheets, and the damn cold shower and his damn hormones, he had three more dreams. One of them in the Bat-Cave, and an interesting way to get Slade on the computer there. The other two had him washing his sheets all over again. Music playing somewhere; Starfire must have fallen asleep with he radio on, he reasoned later. In both dreams, he’d have to chase Slade. Every time he got close, something would happen, and the supervillain would slip just of his reach. He couldn’t be sure, but in his dream, he thought the music was coming from Slade. At least the singing, but it wasn’t his voice. There was no other way for Slade and happy music to be naturally associated without one destroying the other.
Not that it made it any less sexy the way he had taunted him to make the Boy Wonder give chase.
He had a lot of frustration built up thanks to those dreams and the man in front of him. Robin fully intended to take it all out on him too. He was hurting in certain places from being thrown and punched and kicked. But he still kept coming back, fierce and angry.
Slade hadn’t brought up the incident since he and the other Titans had cornered the supervillain. Maybe he really had forgotten? If he had chosen to, Robin was mildly grateful. Only mildly, because he did want Slade to remember that he had him beaten once, on his hands and knees. Never again could Slade say that Robin had not beaten him by himself.
“ My. Such anger. You know there are pills you can take for that. “ He dodged lazily, refusing to acknowledge that Robin was fighting him so hard that he might be in danger of injury. That only made him want to hurt the other more. He should have known that he was becoming reckless, but Robin didn’t care. He just wanted to knock some smugness out of the older male.
“ I will have you as my prize again! “ There was a flash of...something in Slade’s eye. Some form of emotion? But that couldn’t be. Not him. Nevertheless, the motion the supervillain had put himself into stopped. He corrected his form and lashed out with his arm. It was only because he had lost his balance and he was already falling that Robin avoided the vicious backhand.
It was now more than ever, that Robin was sure the flash was just his imagination. He observed the other from the ground as he panted. Slade chuckled.
“ Careful. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt. “
That did it.
That was the straw the broke the robin’s back. The Boy Wonder launched up from the ground. He was a flurry of punches, but not kicks. He knew Slade would be waiting for one. He was aware that he tended to kick more when he was angry. Yet, he kept punching, and backing Slade up.
The other knew what he was doing, however, and instead of backing up another step, his armor-plated leg launched forward. It caught Robin in the side, but he didn’t allow himself to fly far; hanging onto the appendage. He yanked as he fell, bringing Slade down with him.
He did not release the leg, nor did he try to kick at the older male with his legs. Instead, Robin used his grip to keep Slade down, and get up his body. In his rage still, his hands held the other man’s wrists down. Robin had the presence of mind to stay seated on Slade’s midsection, not on his legs. He had gotten his rival down once again, damned if he’d get thrown off from his rightful place.
Truthfully, neither knew exactly how Robin was keeping the other’s hands down on the floor. But Robin did know, if he stopped doing it and started thinking about it, then he would lose whatever was making him do it. Slade would regain the upper hand. He had to, absolutely had to, keep the other man off balance.
Too bad he wasn’t thinking that far ahead.
“ How dare you speak to me like that! I had you on your hands and knees, Slade! Hands and knees! You were my prize and you’re my prize now. Not Trigon’s, not Beast Boy’s, not Terra’s, not Raven’s, mine! I will conquer you! You’re going to call me ‘master’! “
He really should have quit right there. But there was something inside of Robin, bubbling to the surface and easing, not forcing it’s way out. And the more he talked, the closer and closer it came to the surface. Robin could feel it himself, but he just could not make himself, did not want to make himself stop talking.
And finally, it just slipped.
“ And I absolutely DO NOT want to fuck you over a table! “
The silence that followed that statement seemed to pound in both male’s ears. Robin had frozen up. Slade did not move. His eye was wide, and staring at the younger male. If Robin could see his face, he was sure Slade would look like he wanted to say something, but none of the words that came to mind seemed to be anything that fit what he wanted to come out.
Robin couldn’t believe it himself. Dammit, why did this man make him lose such control all the time? And goddammit! What was that throbbing in his pant-Ohhhh shiiiiiit.
Slade’s body twitched when he felt the hardened flesh jerk against his midsection. His eye became wary; his body tense. Fingers twitched with every breath he took.
Somehow, Robin was positive he didn’t have to fear some smartass comment from the supervillain. Slade looked like he didn’t know what to think or say. In some part of his mind, Robin wondered if he were blushing under that mask. The thought made his lips twitch upwards, despite the situation.
Finally, Slade did do something. His eye narrowed, his fingers curled down into fists, and he let out a huff.
“ Pervert. “
Robin had enough sense to look put off by the insult. Yet, did not feel insulted. That happens when you get head butted though, he realized. He was knocked from his perch with a grunt. When he sat up again, and the little Starfires stopped poking at the stars around his head, he was facing Slade’s glare.
This time, his arms weren’t folded. He was shaking minutely again, but Robin knew what that shaking was for.
“ You’re mad at me. “
It was such a simple statement. Robin was halfway frightened by the more than flash of emotion in Slade’s eye. The supervillain’s balled fists rose somewhat. But whatever he was about to do, he changed his mind.
The Boy Wonder moved to get up from his forcibly reclined position on the floor. When he moved, Slade moved back a step.
That’s different.
Slade’s action, and the burst of heat in his stomach when he considered it. The grin that had almost come over his face was starting to show. Emblazoned, Robin spoke words that came naturally.
“ Are you embarrassed, Slade? I wonder if you’re blushing under there.“
The older male twitched, and turned on his heel to stalk away. “ Shut up. “
Later on, Robin would be further distressed and disturbed by his own behavior. He would curse, and throw things, and snap at his teammates and yell at every teenager-y hormonal thing he came in contact with.
But as for right now?. He was watching Slade’s ass as he stalked away, jumped up to the window set that he had just himself, escaped through their last encounter.
Slade turned to glare at him one more time. The Boy Wonder was unfazed though; thoroughly entertained with the idea that he had made the damn near apathetic supervillain flustered. His grin came through all the way; predatory teeth in his direction.
Before he disappeared into the night, Robin was sure he heard Slade hiss at him.
Wait...He just...He just got away. AGAIN.
“ GODDAMMIT! “
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