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Take your Medicine	By : Imaginary Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 8215 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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One full day later Robin stirred his eyes from a heavy and dreamless sleep. The small clock that Robin had not seen before was on the night table. It seemed so out of place on the table. He knew that Slade had only placed the thing there so Robin could know how long he had slept for. He wished that the clock would have been there before so he'd known what time of day he was awake, but he guessed that time was irrelevant here. No matter what the time was, once Slade required him, then he did.
Robin didn't know the exact amount of hours that he had slept, but the date on the corner of the clock told him that it was now the last day with Slade for him.
Robin jolted up to sit on the bed. He couldn't go home like this, he was bruised all over! Forgetting for a moment the actions of yesterday, Robin started to map out his body. He knew that Slade had given him something to help with the pain and possible bruises, but one never knew how well they did in the end. Robin was pleased. He ran his hands over his body, trying to see what kind of condition he was in, and was glad to note that all of the wounds were minor. He didn't hurt at all. He was sore, yes, sore all over; his muscles and joints were stiff and his hands and legs ached, but he didn't hurt per se. He had some nasty looking bruises, but all the possible cuts had healed. So, if you ignored all the purple bruises littering his body, he was in rather good condition considering what had happened yesterday.
Robin smiled and was about to thank Slade, but noticed that the man wasn't in the room. Well, why would he be? After all, he had been unconscious for one full day and it was already noon. The man would probably be on his own business by now. Or he could just be in the kitchen. Robin hoped that the man was in the kitchen, since he wanted to thank him. Robin did not admit that he had hoped that the man was present to talk to him and explain to him what would happen on his last day. He did not want to admit that he felt like he had swallowed ice cubes that had fallen down through his throat and into his heart, freezing his intestines, when he noticed that this truly was the last day he would share with the man. Of course Robin wanted to return to his friends, but he also didn't want to leave Slade. He had grown to get along with the man, and starting tomorrow he'd probably have to fight him off tooth and nails to stop whatever plan the man had in motion. It was back to being enemies for them tomorrow; Robin couldn't even lie to himself to say that he wanted that.
Robin threw his legs over the bed to rise up and stand, staggering slightly. He was still slightly weak, but once he got his footing right, he managed to walk without a falter.
The first stop was to the closet. Robin opened it and reached for a new uniform, since the last one was in pretty bad shape from yesterday and Slade had probably already disposed of it. Robin did not touch the uniform though. He was too petrified to move for the moment as he saw his red, green and yellow colored uniform folded neatly at the bottom of the dresser, so that the black and yellow R badge was visible. The uniform had clearly not been there before. Robin reached out for it, feeling it in his hands. The material was way softer than the other uniform's was, and the cloth seemed at least one hundred times more familiar. Robin clasped it in his hands as he remembered his friends, family, and mentor. It had nearly no memories of Slade, only those where the man was causing him mental and physical turmoil, turmoil which he didn't want to be reminded of today. He chose not to wear the uniform, he would meet his friends soon enough, and just for today, he could enjoy his last day without them. Robin folded the uniform back up and put it in the bottom of the closet, taking his apprentice uniform to wear instead. Any other day, Robin would have said that he'd rather bite his fingers off than willingly wear anything with the man's insignia on it.
Today would be an exception.
Robin made a quick trip through the bathroom to check if all of his bruises were covered and to make sure that he was presentable. He was delighted to notice that his face had no major bruises or cuts on it, and that otherwise, he looked quite healthy. There was a small, almost unnoticeable bruise on his right temple, but he was just glad that there wasn't anything worse. He wouldn't want his friends to worry over him tomorrow. Or at least that's what he told himself; another reason was that he didn't want to look bad in Slade's eyes.
Robin raked his hand through his hair to pull it back to the way it usually was before he went to search
for Slade. He had an inkling that the man would be in the kitchen; although even if he wasn't, Robin would gladly have something to chew on, he was starving.
As Robin stood in the kitchen doorway he was glad to notice that Slade was sitting at the table, sipping some coffee. “Good morning Slade.” Slade was soon aware of the boy who was walking into the room, and nodded his head to him. “Good day.” Robin shook his head slightly as he noticed Slade's silent remark. If it was already past noon, it was no longer morning.
Robin went to retrieve something to eat and sat next to Slade, unaware that the other's gaze had followed his every move.
“It seems that you have made a nice recovery,” Slade noted as Robin met the man in the eye. “Yes, about that. I wanted to thank you, whatever it was that you made me drink yesterday, it sure did the trick. Thank you.” Slade took the pot of coffee that he had made for himself from the coffee maker and poured some in a cup to give to Robin, which he was very grateful for.
“I also notice that you chose to wear the uniform that I gave you.” When Slade had said the words, there was something in his voice that Robin recognized. Mirth, perhaps?
“Yeah, for today at least, when did you get mine? I didn't know what we would be doing today, so I chose to wear it. Do you have any plans,” Robin questioned as he began to eat; he had not eaten anything in a day, and the food was delicious, thus very welcome.
“I don’t have any plans. Originally, I would have made you run on some small errand for me to prepare against those idiots, but as the problem is taken care of, there is nothing on the agenda for today. I got your uniform for you while you were asleep. Your tower may be very well guarded, but it still isn't impenetrable.”
Robin nodded and was secretly glad that he didn't have to do anything, but also he knew that it would get boring. He didn't have anything further to add to the conversation, so he busied himself with his food.
They ate in silence. It was a comfortable silence that neither of them wanted to break, but there was a twinge at the back of Robin's mind that told him that he should say something. That something in particular would be him thanking Slade for saving him yesterday. He knew that he was more than relieved to see Slade coming after him, and he knew that he was truly thankful. Thanking the man for healing him seemed to be way easier than thanking him for saving his life. Robin chewed as slowly as possible to prolong the silence so that he wouldn't have to start the conversation. A part of him truly wanted to thank the man, namely the good and rightful part, but another part just wanted to walk away from the room without saying a word. Robin had finished his food and was walking to the doorstep when he stopped to turn around and look at Slade. The man was looking at him, probably wondering what was going on, but waited for Robin to talk.
“Thank you.” Robin mumbled and stared at the floor.
“For what?” Slade turned in his chair so that he was facing Robin, waiting for him to particularize.
“For saving me yesterday... I was sure you would leave me there to die. I didn't want you to come and endanger yourself, but you came anyways… I'm glad that you did, and I'm very grateful.”
Slade leaned back on his chair, resting his back and arms on the table. “Very grateful you say? What would you do to make up for that?”
Robin stared at the man for a while before he finally got back his ability to form words: “What? What do you mean?”
“As much as your words mean, I would love to know exactly how thankful you are.” Robin felt a small tug at his lip, almost making him smile. “Trust me, I'm very thankful.”
“Prove it,” Slade dared, and Robin felt the smile spread until he was almost grinning. He understood what the man was after, and he wasn't the least bit against granting it to him. Damn, he could say that he wanted it as much as the other did; fuck what his friends said.
Robin took a few uncertain steps, standing so close to the man that their knees were touching. Robin
then bent so that his face was level with Slade's, he was sure that the other man could smell his breath through the slits of the mask. Robin lifted his hands to the man's mask, not sure if Slade would even allow the action, but as Slade did not move to stop him, he lifted the mask just enough to reveal his lips. Robin noticed that Slade had a short white beard, and as he kissed him the stubble tickled his chin and cheeks. He wouldn't have it any other way.
The kiss started casually, being merely a long kiss with no tongue in it. Slade did not move from the place where he had been sitting, letting Robin initiate the kiss. The younger of the two grew concerned for only a second due to Slade's lack in returning the kiss, but Robin reminded himself that the other had actually urged him to it. This was one of those tests Slade was so fond of. Without using words, Slade was asking Robin if he wanted it, daring him to pursue it if he was sure about his opinion. And Robin was rather sure that he did want it.
Robin was nervous for a moment as he opened his mouth to kiss Slade more eagerly, allowing his own tongue to trace the man's lower lip. The man tasted tempting and felt alluring, and the act was oddly familiar. It didn't take much for Robin to get more urgent with his kisses, wanting to devour the man. He let his tongue taste him, and feel him, inviting the other to the small dance, and Robin was really glad when it did.
Slade subdued Robin's lips with his own, causing the teen to moan into the kiss, and Robin felt the other’s hands on his lower back, pulling him even closer. Robin's knees resisted the pull on his back for only a moment before he relented, letting Slade pull him forward until he was sitting on the man’s lap. Slade’s hands traveled over his back, and Robin locked his arms behind his neck to pull the man even closer. He willed to merge all his previous worry, appreciation, and absolute need for the man in the kiss. Robin pressed his chest against Slade’s much broader one, and wished that he could feel the man's chiseled muscles without the hindrance of clothes. He played with some stray gray hairs that had peeked out from under Slade's mask with his fingers as he devoured the man's lips. The kiss had soon formed into a battle within their mouths, and neither of them was willing to revert. Their tongues clashed and traced each other’s teeth, and Robin even tried to bite on Slade's lips to get the man to lose his cool. But it seemed that no matter what he tried, Slade always found something even more arousing to play on him, making Robin nearly whimper into the kiss.
Robin had to cut the kiss short to gasp for air, but he didn't let Slade rest. He attacked the man's lips again with a new fervor, loosening his hold from the man's shoulders to slide his arms down Slade's chest and abs. He let his fingers feel the muscles and grope the man through his uniform, feeling pleased with himself as Slade grunted into the kiss.
Robin found himself with new hope of claiming the man's mouth, but of course the man was one step ahead with a plan already in the works. Slade thrust his pelvis forward, rubbing his groin on Robin's, causing the teen to moan. The man was hard, and Robin could feel him even through his clothes. He couldn't deny it, he was too. He was hard and erected and practically begging for the other to do something about it. He thrust back against Slade just as eagerly, and as Slade's hands traveled down his sides, rubbing his chest and pressing on his stomach; Robin grunted, burying his head on Slade's shoulder. Slade may have won this round. Robin panted in the man's ear, and he laid small, absentminded kisses on the bare skin he found below the ear. Slade turned them around and pressed Robin against the table so hard that the edge of the table dug into his back, but he didn’t mind.
Slade let his hands roam all over Robin's torso as he claimed Robin's mouth again and Robin submitted to the man's caresses. Slade practically pinned Robin to the side of the table, devouring his lips. He shivered as the man's hand reached downwards, finally reaching its destination, grasping firmly on Robin's cock and squeezing the thick muscle.
As he began kneading the throbbing erection, Robin moaned loudly, abruptly breaking the kiss as he arched his back against the table, making his head hit the surface almost painfully. There was a small string of saliva hanging on Robin's lip which was being grandly ignored as Robin pushed himself against Slade's big and talented hand. At this point Robin was so far gone that he didn't care if the man
bent him over the kitchen table and fucked him right there, as long as it meant that the man wouldn't leave him dry.
“Oh god, Slade, please!” Robin whimpered, lifting himself up to close tightly around the man as he desperately and shamelessly rubbed himself on Slade, feeling that the man was at least as hard as he was.
“Would you like it if I took you right now? Fucked you so hard that you couldn't even remember who your friends were,” Slade murmured into Robin's ear. He gasped; yes, he wanted it! He needed it! He felt like he would burst if the man did not touch him right now. And it wasn't just because of the need to get off, he wanted Slade. Not just anyone, but Slade, the man who had been a pain in his ass ever since he decided to move to Jump city. Now the man would be a pain in his ass in more ways than one. Or at least hopefully he would be. He cared for the man. He cared for him more than he was willing to admit, and he couldn't hide it. He needed Slade; he wanted him close to him, and right now, he wanted him inside of him.
It took Robin a while to be able to convey anything meaningful other than moaning and panting and a random declaration that was distinctly similar to him chanting the words “oh god” over and over again.
“Who is Starfire?” Robin managed to pant with a broken voiced whisper, now that he had gotten a moment to breathe. To Slade those had been just the right words.
The man pulled Robin closer to himself, if that was even possible, and kissed him eagerly. Robin was enthusiastic to answer the kiss. Slade slid his hands against Robin's back and slithered them around to Robin's sides before lifting the kid up. Slade was now standing, holding Robin as if he was hugging the teen; Robin automatically wrapped his legs around the man's waist, afraid that he might slip from his hold.
Slade did not wait for any further invitation as he took Robin with him to their bedroom. Robin did what he could to distract the man by licking and kissing his neck, smothering the man with kisses. Slade almost decided to have Robin against the wall, or against the bedroom door, as it was getting harder for him to walk a straight line to the bedroom without swaying or hitting the walls, thanks to the other's teasing, but Slade refused to be weak minded enough to even consider such a thing.
Once they had finally made their way to the room and the door was slammed shut behind them, Slade threw Robin onto the bed. The other watched as Slade straightened his mask, fighting to get rid of his belt so that he could strip himself.
Robin on the other hand was more than eager to see what Slade looked like beneath all that armor. Slade unstrapped the metal plates, letting them fall to the ground with loud thumps, and then began throwing off his gauntlets; Robin was pulling off his own gloves as he waited for Slade to get rid of his shirt.
Slade had only just pulled off his shirt as he got on the bed to help Robin with his. Slade more than secured Robin down on the bed by sitting on Robin’s legs with his own, and began pulling off the uniform he so enjoyed on the other. He appreciated Robin’s body way more than that cloth, even if it didn’t have his claim on it. After the shirt was nearly torn off Robin, Slade let his sight devour Robin's body, enjoying what he saw. He let his hands fall onto the other's body now that he didn't have clothing to protect him.
Robin shivered as Slade's calloused hands felt rough and strong against his skin. He tried to reach out for Slade, but the man pinned both of Robin’s hands above his head with one arm, playing with his smooth skin and tracing his abs with his other hand, and then finally sliding it up to tweak Robin's left nipple. Robin automatically curved his back and tried to reach up from the bed to meet Slade's touch. The man tweaked and slightly twisted the nub, letting his thumb knead the sensitive nipple before he traced his fingers along Robin's chest. He repeated the act to the other nipple before tracing his touch to the way lower regions on Robin's body.
Robin was breathing heavily the whole time, feeling slightly nervous. The man was going to take his virginity after all; he had never thought of any man like this before, and yet here he was, pinned on a
bed under Slade, and biting his lip so that he wouldn't moan out his name too.
Robin sighed as he could feel Slade's touch on his cock through his pants, and he wished that the annoying garment would be taken off already.
Slade teased Robin by cupping his balls through the cloth, causing Robin to moan as he thrust upwards. Slade let his hands slide up and down Robin's cock, pressing enough for Robin to feel it, but not enough to give him any kind of satisfaction. Robin was panting by now. It wasn't until Slade slipped his fingers under the waistband of Robin's pants to tease the skin under, that Robin tore his hands back from Slade's hold to feel Slade's broad shoulders, strong chest, chiseled abs, and firm back with his own hands. Slade was handsome. He was strong, masculine, muscular, and everything Robin admired in a man.
Robin practically grunted out the man's name as he started to kiss Slade's shoulder, intending to leave his mark on him. After all, Slade had marked him not too long ago; it was time for him to get his revenge.
Robin heard Slade’s breath hitch in his throat as he caressed him with his lips and his tender touches. Slade himself was clawing on Robin's hips before he once again began to dig his fingers under the waistband, tugging slightly. Robin lifted his hips in invitation for the man to get rid of his pants. Slade didn't wait for any further permission; he pulled the other's pants to his knees, letting his hands feel Robin's now shaved legs with his touch.
Slade had nothing against hair; in fact, he would have preferred to know that the young man in his arms was truly becoming an adult already. The man didn't fret in it for long; he had a far more pressing matter at hand in the moment. He grinned as he slid his hands down Robin's stomach, the kid may not have much hair on his chest, but the happy trail traveling down his stomach and towards his boxers showed promise. Slade felt the trail of hair with his fingers as he traced it downwards, following it to the waistband of Robin's boxers, which were hanging rather low on his hips at this point.
Slade let two of his fingers trace the very base of the glory hidden underneath the garment, feeling the warm bush of hair that protected the prize. Slade let his fingers slide along both sides of the cock as he pulled the boxers downwards, making Robin moan and breathe fast with impatience. Slade then pulled the boxers off with both of his hands and threw the pants away from Robin's knees, making sure to throw them as far from the bed he could.
And wasn't it a sight. Robin was laying on the bed with only his mask on, taut muscles tensing, and chest rising and falling with the other's breath. Robin had the body of a swimmer, broad on the shoulders and slimming downwards. Robin lay under him, spread on the bed with knees bent slightly, and Slade couldn't resist himself as he thrust himself up against Robin, connecting their groins and rubbing their manhoods together. Even if Slade still had his pants on, he enjoyed feeling the hardness of Robin under him. He may have always admired the kid from afar, but now the kid was about to be his.
Robin was already weeping precome, and the transparent liquid was smearing on Slade's pants as Robin shamelessly thrust against the man, eager to have some more contact between them.
Robin was panting, moaning, and wriggling under Slade as he clawed his hands on Slade's torso, leaving red trails behind as he scratched the man's sides. Slade had hair on his chest, which Robin pressed his head into while trying to muffle his moans to mere whimpers. Robin was close to being pudding in the man's hands. Those strong hands that made him go so mad under his touch; Slade's arms were totally something up there in Robin's “Must love” list. Strong, muscular, and talented. The hair on the man's arms was tickling him as he explored every inch of Robin's skin, and Robin loved it. He let his hands rake downwards on Slade's body until he was tugging at the man's waistband. He was more than eager to strip the man of the last piece of clothing on his body; a request that Slade was more than willing to grant. Slade lowered his hands from Robin's much smaller ones and moved them for him, helping Robin to strip the man of his pants.
And man was he impressive? It was first time that Robin had seen the man's cock, and even if he had
felt it through his clothes several times, those rare occasions did not do justice for the sight of it. Slade was thick if anything, but the length wasn't a disappointment either. Not that Robin knew what to expect anyways. He could not compete with Slade in the area, even if he didn't think of himself as smaller than average for his age. He just hoped that he didn't seem like an immature child in Slade's eyes.
Not that the matter was a deterrence as Slade kicked his pants off as soon as possible, mounting Robin again, and pinning him to the bed as he buried his head into Robin's shoulder, allowing Robin to hear the man's raspy breath.
Slade had their pelvises thrust against each other; his hand was squeezing them both in his huge fist and Robin enjoyed the feeling of the man over him. Slade’s broad body covered Robin almost perfectly under him, and their legs were tangled together. Robin felt the other's strong legs rub against his, and he found himself regretting his decision to shave his legs. With Slade, Robin didn't feel any uncertainty of his own body; it seemed like Slade was only encouraging him to be the man he was supposed to be. Many girls swooned over him and the Titans, and more than once did he have an uncertainty of himself as he looked at the models in the advertisements along the city; perfect people, not with a single trace of hair or fat on their body. Slade somehow managed to walk in and prove that masculinity truly was a whole different matter altogether.
The man was perfect: tall, strong, and proud, and most of all confident, with a great status behind him. It truly was a thing in itself to let the man dominate him and show Robin his exact place. Slade did not let his whole weight crush the teen, but nevertheless Robin felt secure under the man, he felt like he was the only thing keeping Slade in position, and he felt good for it. He may have been submitting himself fully to the man, but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He wanted to be overpowered and taken by him, he wanted to feel him, touch him, kiss him, and he felt like he wouldn’t be able to remain in his skin if the other teased him any further!
“Slade, please!” Robin groaned. He wasn't completely sure what he was asking for, but his body was tingling all around, telling him that he wanted more. More of what, he couldn't say, but he could start with devouring the man's lips.
“Take off the mask; I want to be able to kiss you,” Robin said boldly, and Slade stopped for a moment to consider. Robin almost felt regret for opening his big mouth and most likely ruining the mood with his greediness, but Slade surprised him yet another time today.
Robin was almost gawking at the man as he reached his other hand to the back of his head to unlock the clasp that kept the mask in place. Robin felt how his heart had sped up and how his breath had gotten stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe that Slade was actually taking his mask off; this was such a luxury and a treat in itself.
Robin tried to see under the mask as Slade lifted it off, but the shadows swallowed the entire exterior of the man's face. Robin found himself holding his breath as he watched the man's hand move slowly further from his face, until suddenly the man moved faster than a snake, causing Robin to gasp.
Slade had just flipped the mask over and covered Robin's own face with it. The mask was on sideways so that it only hid Robin's upper face, not allowing him to see a thing from under the mask. Slade held the mask in place and enjoyed Robin’s moist lips which were slightly apart due his astonish. The mask covered everything on Robin's face except the tip of his nose, his lips, and his defined jaw.
Slade laughed deeply at Robin's shocked expression and claimed his lips now that his mask was no longer in the way. Robin sighed into the kiss before he answered the man back with his own kisses. He hadn't quite meant this when he asked Slade to remove his mask, but Robin didn't dare defy the man. As long as it meant that the man was showing him his appreciation, like he was now, Robin was fine with it. The only downside was that he couldn't see the man at all; he could only feel the man's kisses and touches and hear the bed sheets ruffle under them.
He wished that he could see what the man was doing to him, he wished to let his eyes ravish the man, but he couldn't. It was a clear trade-off, his sight for the lips, which were proving themselves worth the
trade every passing second.
Robin moaned and thrust upwards, growing seriously impatient as the man's lips claimed his own over and over, before Slade began traveling downwards. He kissed Robin's jaw and the jugular in his neck, and bit down where his shoulder met his neck before licking the spot on the collar to ease the ache. Robin shivered as Slade kept pleasuring him, and he moaned as the man sucked on his shoulder, forming yet another hickey on him as a mark of ownership.
Robin was panting hard enough for the man to need to keep Robin's chest down as he moved even further downwards. Slade's face was almost pressed against Robin's hot chest and Robin could feel the man's beard tickle it. He could feel the man's nose touch his skin every now and then and moaned as Slade's cheek pressed against Robin. Slade then moved to his destination and licked Robin's nipple, rolling his tongue over the nub before sucking on it. Robin almost tried to wiggle free from the touch as it felt so unfamiliar, but he moaned earnestly as Slade kissed the nub, tracing his teeth over it and biting it slightly. The nipple was a really sensitive part of Robin and the kid was sure that he would feel a small ache and tinge way after the sex was over if the man kept on going. Slade rolled his tongue around the nub once again before sucking on it and placing another lick over it. Robin's chest was moving up and down as he nearly hyperventilated under the man's caress, but Slade's touch calmed him down as he caressed his pectoral with his free hand that was not holding the mask. Slade finally kissed the nipple goodbye before blowing hot air on it, which soon felt like ice as the saliva cooled on Robin's skin. Slade then moved to repeat the act to the other nipple.
“Slade please, god, stop teasing.” Robin managed to gasp as Slade bit on his nipple, making Robin emit an embarrassing squeal. Slade only laughed with the nipple still in his mouth, causing cold, pleasant shivers to travel along Robin's spine. Robin arched his back as Slade traveled his way down, kissing Robin's stomach and trailing the thin line of hair with his tongue before getting even lower. It took everything Robin had to stop himself from coming as Slade nuzzled his nose in Robin's pubes. Robin had an idea of what was going to happen, and he found himself looking forward to it, even if he did not want to come just yet.
“God, Slade!” Robin elongated the last letter in the man's name unnecessarily long as the man closed his hand on the base of Robin’s cock, pulling back the foreskin and trailing his tongue slowly from the root of the cock to the very tip, finally rolling his tongue around the head. Robin was trying to hold his breath to stop himself from breathing erratically as Slade coiled his huge hand around his cock and gave it one firm tug. He began licking his way down to the underside of Robin's cock. God did the man know what he was doing. Robin was leaking precome so bad that he could smell the bitter scent of it himself; the aroma flowed in the air and began filling the room. The smell was thick and it screamed of the sex that was soon to come.
Robin moaned again as Slade kept traveling further down, leaving Robin's weeping cock behind, pressing it against Robin's stomach with his arm, tenderly and leisurely rubbing it. Robin was getting shivers so bad that he wanted to lock his knees together to push Slade further, but the man found Robin's balls and licked them with his tongue, even cupping one in his mouth, causing Robin to spread his knees fully open. He let Slade have all the space he could possibly need.
“God, please, don't!” Robin found himself begging. He did want it, he wanted it so bad! But he was afraid that if Slade continued any further he would come prematurely. He didn't want that, and he was pleased to find Slade slowing down. The man stopped rubbing his cock but didn't stop playing with his tongue. Robin didn't want the man to stop; the man was tasting them, kissing them, and brushing his tongue between them along the small rut.
“Please, just-” Robin was out of things to say, he was currently on a cloud so high up that he could assure that he was in heaven. All his thoughts were a haze and he couldn't concentrate on anything else except the touches and caresses he was receiving. “Slade, please, I want-” He still wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but Slade seemed to know that for him.
Slade moved once again, feeling confident that Robin wouldn't be coming just yet. The man traced his
tongue down along the crack, needing to push his hand under the teen to hold him up, so that he could finally reach Robin's entrance. He began licking the hole, making Robin tense up and blush so hard that he became glad that the mask was covering his face. He was so embarrassed that Slade had gone down there. He did not want to see it, it was embarrassing and wrong, it was dirty, and Slade shouldn't be doing it.
“Don't.” Robin begged, as the blush threatened to travel down his throat. He didn't want to see it; even the mental images were too much. The act was so unfamiliar, so wrong on so many levels, yet Robin found himself moaning and gasping as Slade forced his tongue inside the boy. Robin lifted his knees onto Slade's shoulder in half-assed effort to cover himself.
Slade withdrew his tongue and rolled it along the ring of muscles, causing Robin to shiver and clam up. Slade let him do no such thing before he already penetrated Robin's hole again, practically fucking the teen with his tongue.
The words were stuck on Robin's tongue as he dug his fingers into the sheets, holding onto them for dear life. “Oh god,” Robin moaned before whimpering for Slade to stop, the plea was half-assed and Slade knew it, Robin was enjoying it way more than he let on. “Stop,” Robin plead with a broken whisper as Slade took his sweet time stretching the other's hole with tongue before finally pulling back, leaving Robin short of breath.
“That was-” Robin was lost with words. Amazing was the first thing that came to his mind, followed by words that were similar, but with a few minor differences.
Slade reached over him to the night stand, another hand still holding him in place, but Robin didn't notice as he was too busy panting for air, which he was sure, had deserted him for good.
Slade leaned back behind Robin, which he could tell since the weight in the bed shifted, and soon he heard a loud pop in the air as if someone had opened a cork or something.
“You want some more, don't you, Robin?” Slade asked, finally talking back to Robin now that his mouth wasn't so occupied.
“Oh god yes,” Robin whispered and Slade hummed in appreciation. “It's nice to know that I'm that good. Good enough to be called a god,” the man teased and soon something cold was poured on Robin's stomach. It was too thick to be liquid, but not quite as thick as hand cream. Nevertheless, Robin hissed at the cold and reached his hands over his head to grasp onto the headboard of the bed with all of his strength. Slade licked his lips as he watched Robin tense up, noticing how his muscles moved and twitched beneath the pale skin of the other's.
“Warms it up quite efficiently, don't you agree?” Slade murmured into Robin's ear, making Robin shiver as he felt the hot breath on the side of his face and the man's beard tickling his cheek. Robin was panting so hard that random strings of hair were fluttering in the air, landing on his face every time he inhaled, and pushing off as he exhaled. The lotion on his stomach was still cool and making Robin's skin get goose bumps. The icy fluid was slowly dripping down Robin's side, making him shiver as it began dripping onto the sheets. Robin accidentally rolled over and hissed as his back got a feeling of the cold and slippery goo.
“What is it?” Robin hissed as the lotion finally started warming on his stomach.
“Lubrication,” Slade explained as he dipped his fingers in the lube, tracing them along Robin's stomach. He then moved to his chest, rolling his fingers along each of Robin's nipples twice before scratching Robin's sides, making the other hum in pleasure.
“I am going to prepare you now, last chance to back down,” Slade admitted as he dipped three fingers into the pool of lube on Robin's stomach. He started from the base of his cock and worked his way up to his chest. With a generous amount of lube on his fingers Slade placed the digits at Robin's entrance, waiting for further approval.
“Why would I ever? Just fuck me already, Slade!” Robin was practically drooling under his mask, being more than ready and eager to have the man inside him. He wanted, no he needed to have him, as cheesy as that sounded; he felt like his erection would kill him if he didn't get release soon.
“With pleasure,” Slade said as he thrust the first finger past the ring of muscles and into Robin's hot cavern. Robin didn't mind the slight twinge, and it didn’t really hurt, it just felt awkward. Of course it felt awkward, after all, nothing was meant to go in down there, only out, and it wasn't even his finger up there.
Slade lifted Robin's left leg up high to give himself more room and ease Robin some. Slade moved the finger back and forth inside Robin, twisting it and making a “come hither” motion with his hand, causing Robin to gasp in surprise. Slade did not leave the kid any time to react before he pushed a second finger in. The second finger felt even more uncomfortable than the first and there was now a rather faint, distant throb of pain. Robin withered as Slade twisted his fingers in the hole, thrusting them deeper and further. He began twisting them around again and hooking his fingers, causing Robin to moan. Slade was pleased and grinned to show it; Robin had finally begun to slowly thrust back against his fingers. Slade decided to add the last finger just to be sure; Robin frowned then, the pain finally present. He groaned as Slade moved the fingers in him as if he was fucking him with them, but it wasn't until Slade twisted them around and curled them, hitting Robin's prostate, that Robin began to moan. The man rather enjoyed hearing Robin's moans and whimpers.
Slade thrust his fingers in and out twice more for show before withdrawing them, much to Robin's dismay.
Robin was withering on the bed as Slade ran his whole hand over his stomach, gathering lube in his palm before rubbing it all over his penis, making sure he was fully covered by it. Slade then lifted both of Robin's legs onto his shoulders as he positioned himself at his entrance, making him try to push back against him, much to Slade's pleasure. The man's cock was throbbing for action, and it was finally time to grant it after waiting so patiently.
“It will hurt, brace yourself,” was the only warning Robin got before Slade buried himself to the hilt, getting quickly past the most crucial part, just like pulling off a band-aid. Robin uttered a yelp; he could feel Slade's balls against his skin, that's how deep the man had thrust himself in. A scream was caught at the back of Robin's throat, the sudden intrusion hurting. The ring of muscles gave way to Slade's cock and Robin felt like his ass was being torn. Robin was gasping for breath for a moment as Slade didn't move and inch inside him. He leaned forward to whisper to Robin's ear: “I couldn't wait. The pain will fade, I promise.” Robin listened to Slade murmur in his ear and he nodded. The pain was already fading, but the sharp stab like twinge was not a pleasant experience. Robin waited for a moment longer until the pain at his entrance faded, feeling how he had been filled like never before. Robin fought off the lump from his throat to speak, “Move, just- Move!” and began to thrust himself against Slade.
Slade did not need any further invitation. He pulled backwards so that only the tip remained sheathed, preparing to penetrate robin yet again, this time not intending to stop.
Robin gasped; the movement was just as brutal as the first had been, but it didn't hurt nearly as bad this time. He was moaning and panting as he arched his back to better adjust himself for Slade's intrusion. Robin twisted his head back to expose his throat, moaning Slade's name as the man hit a spot within him, making him jolt like a course of electricity had just seared through him. Robin moaned and locked his feet behind Slade's back. The mask was starting to slip from Robin's face as he moved his head, but Slade didn't care to hold it in place as carefully as he had a moment ago. Not that Robin would have seen anything anyways; he had his eyes sealed shut in pure bliss.
“Slade!” Robin moaned, trying to aid the man by thrusting with his legs, pulling him closer every time the man pushed in. Robin's palms were turning white due the force he was using to grip the headboard.
Robin moaned again as Slade did a particularly deep and hard thrust, followed by four really fast ones as the man resumed with their rhythm.
“Keep talking Robin, I love your voice,” Slade growled and Robin felt the vibrations of his voice go straight down to his cock. Slade sounded positively arousing, his voice hoarse and filled with lust and need. The man said he loved the noises Robin made; did he even bother to notice what his voice did to
Robin?
“Shit, do that again. Harder, faster, deeper.” Robin moaned the words out in between thrusts and Slade complied with every word, hitting the spot right on, causing Robin to whimper.
“Keep that up and I will make sure you are limping home to your friends,” Slade growled and Robin almost screamed as the man took Robin's dick, giving it hard yanks while devouring Robin's lips at the same time. Robin came on the spot. He didn't know if it was the words or the actions, but Robin felt his head go light as he shot his come onto his stomach, smearing Slade's hand in the process. His muscles clamped around Slade, making the man come with a grunt, all while buried deep within Robin.
Slade fell on top of Robin after that, covering the other with his body. Robin didn't even care to complain about the man's weight. He liked himself just where he was, supporting the man that had just made him have the best orgasm of his life.
They both panted hard for several long minutes after that. Slade pulled himself out after a while;
Robin was still in such a haze that he didn’t even notice. He couldn't form words, he wanted to say something to the man, but he couldn't think of anything that sounded at least remotely sensible.
Robin's limbs felt like they were lead, heavy and difficult to move, but still he forced his hands to coil around the man lying on top of him in an awkward embrace.
Slade didn't seem to be able to form words either; he laid one last long kiss on Robin's lips before stealing back his mask and clasping it tightly in its place, not letting Robin see a thing.
“That was amazing,” were the only words Robin could form. In fact, the only thing he could come up with, when he thought about words to describe the moment was amazing. The word repeated itself time after time in his head, polluting his thoughts.
Slade only grunted in reply, not denying it, but just not caring to elaborate.
“May I ask why you did not show me your face?” Robin asked. He did not feel hurt because the man did not trust him enough to show him his face. Precaution was important, they both knew it.
“The same reason why you are still wearing your mask,” Slade mumbled and reached his arm to the edge of Robin's mask, looking as if he would take it off Robin's face, but not making a move to do so. “I can't trust you to know my face, just as well as you won't trust me.” Slade moved his hand to gather Robin in his arms before rolling over, switching their position so that Robin was lying on top of him, both in comfortable position.
Robin pondered Slade's words for a while after that. He knew that the man's words were the exact truth and nothing less. Yet, he felt like they were a lie, in one way or another. Maybe he would show the man his face one day. Not today, not tomorrow, probably not in a long time, but one day, he just might.
“You are thinking so hard I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head. Just go to sleep,” Slade murmured.
Robin then buried his head in Slade's chest, making himself some room in the man's armpit, and followed the man's advice.
They were both asleep sooner than they had thought possible, and neither of them was bothered to trouble their mind with such pathetic thoughts as this being their last time together like this. Once they woke up again, everything would go back to what it once used to be.
Yet, they both slept peacefully, completely ignorant to their current situation.
But no perfect moment lasts forever.
Robin was the first one to wake. They hadn't slept longer than one hour max, but neither of them cared. Robin was content just lying in Slade's arms for another quarter of an hour before he finally deemed himself ready to face the day. Slade looked so good when he was asleep. The man's mask was where it used to be, but the naked body that was displayed before him was a sight to behold. Robin let his eyes travel up and down the man's body for a moment as he decided to rise up, with a wince, to get dressed
before he got a boner.
Robin silently and carefully sneaked his way through the room to the bathroom where he showered and looked in the mirror. His throat, neck, and shoulder area was filled with small love bites. He still had some of his bruises from yesterday, but he was fine, for the most part that is. He wondered how he was going to cover up the bruises on his throat, and hoped that his uniform had a collar to hide them. He'd have to make something up for his friends to explain his swollen lip, but he guessed that he could blame it on an accident of some sort.
Robin sighed as he exited the bathroom to search for his clothes. Their clothes were scattered all around the room and it took a while for Robin to find all of his own. He was already pulling his pants on when he realized that he'd probably be kicked out rather soon, so he decided to wear his Titans uniform instead. Robin sighed as he pulled off the pants he was just about to pull on, going instead to retrieve the other uniform from the closet.
Robin held the Titans uniform in his hands with a forlorn look. He thought that he'd be happy to go home to his friends, but for some reason it was hard to even think that this was the last day that he was going to be with Slade. His faith was only made weaker by the fact that he'd actually formed feelings towards the man; and considering what they had just been doing on that bed mere hours ago, this was extremely difficult for Robin.
He had to get his priorities sorted. His friends were his priority; his job protecting the city was his priority. He had been eating up borrowed time for the entire past week; it was time for him to return home. Robin sighed as he began to dress.
“Don't be so sad, I bet your friends will shower you with love and attention once you are back at the Tower.” Robin hadn't even realized that Slade had woken up. The man was sitting on the bed and obviously checking him out. Robin pulled his pants on with a blush on his face. Slade may have seen, touched, maybe even licked every part of his body, but Robin still felt embarrassed to parade around naked.
“You know that I would always be pleased to have you stay here,” Slade offered, but Robin had to shake his head sadly.
“I can't. I signed up for this hero thing a long time ago, and now I'm suffering the consequences,” Robin said dramatically with a fake smile on his lips. He was trying to play up the situation with a joke to ease the mood.
“I figured as much. I thought that I'd be able to bend you and make you stay. I thought that if you spent enough time here, I'd get you brainwashed enough to want to stay, but the longer you stayed, the more I realized that you would never be kept here against your will. Hence your name, you are meant to fly free,” Slade said while he stretched. He went to get a clean uniform from the closet, reaching over Robin's half clothed body to get it, leaning closer than was probably necessary. Robin knew that the man was doing it on purpose.
“Better late than never,” Robin mumbled and blushed as the man brushed against his naked torso, making him shiver.
“Who knows, maybe a different time and situation could present us another chance. I'm not giving up on you yet.” Slade grinned and brushed his hand up and down Robins arm, making him unconsciously lean closer, yearning for the touch.
“I would be disappointed if you did,” Robin managed to reply before he forced himself to step back, getting some distance between them so that he could pull his clothes on.
“I want these dog tags off me, Slade,” Robin announced once they were both modest and fully clothed. The other merely nodded while explaining that it could be done by turning off the chip with yet another injection, and once done it would leave the body naturally.
The trip to get the chip removed wasn't nearly as awkward as Robin had thought. They used the last hours they had to act as civil as they could, neither of them worrying too much about their very near future. So the last of the time they had together was spent completing the unfinished business they still had and trying out some test courses they had used before. They even ended up having yet another row of sex after Slade announced that as colorful and blinding as Robin's uniform was, he found Robin absolutely irresistible in it, and that he really would like the idea of tainting the hero. Not that he hadn't done it before, but now that Robin was back in his own colors, it seemed even more personal.
Evening came too fast for the both of them. The sun was setting and it was already nine o'clock. Slade had escorted Robin all the way to the front doors, standing at his doorsteps like a statue, watching as Robin walked away from him. Robin was already by the gates when he turned around to see Slade still watching after him. The man nodded to him, turned around on his heels, and walked inside his base, no doubt preparing to change all the passwords to make sure Robin didn't bring his friends in uninvited.
So this was their story, one week together and now it was over.
Robin felt a sting at the side of his eye, and he was sure that he would start crying any minute, but the tears never fell.
After all, he was the hero of Jump city, the leader of none other than the Teen Titans; it was time he returned to his duties.
Robin laid one last look at Slade's base before turning his back to it and walking into the sunset. From where he looked, the sun seemed to be setting behind the Titans Tower, which could be seen out at the sea. It formed a bright halo around the Tower and the sky was red.
The Titans were his friends now and forever, and it was time he returned to them.
Robin bitterly laid his last goodbye to the man with the black and orange mask as he prepared to return to his friends, all of whom had probably missed him badly.
With that Robin started to limp his way to the tower, his ass hurt too much for him not to.
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