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Once Bitten	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 3420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
When Robin had let Slade go, the villain left the warehouse, coming up with a plan to stay out of Robin's sight. He was sure he could stay hidden for the rest of the night. After half an hour, Robin left the warehouse and started his search. He ran across rooftops, slunk through alleys, and checked places he thought Slade would hide. For half the night he had no luck, but that only made this game of cat and mouse better. Robin couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun.
Meanwhile, just a few blocks away from Robin's next roof, Slade was leaning against the wall of an alley, his arms folded over his chest. He thought back to Robin and how he was acting. He seemed to have changed slightly. And he didn't mean the whole vampire fangs and goth look thing. No, Robin almost acted like a seven year old kid that found humor and fun in the weirdest things. Slade started to wonder why he even agreed to play this game.
Up above, Robin was nearing Slade's hiding spot. He jumped straight across the two roofs and then felt something cut into the back of his mind. Landing, he slid forward on his heels and then spun around, sniffing the air. His eyes flickered in the moonlight when he smelled his wannabe mate. Being as silent as the grave, Robin moved towards the edge of the roof and peered over. Down below, he saw the top of Slade's masked head and grinned. Gripping the metal edge tight with both hands, he vaulted over and dropped. Sensing something heavy coming down towards him, Slade jerked his head up and saw Robin turn and land in front of him. His eye was wide in surprise. How had Robin snuck up on him?
Standing up straight, Robin grinned deviously. "Found you."
Slade smirked behind his mask. "Yes, but can you catch me?"
Robin blinked in confusion for a moment. Before he could do anything, Slade escaped the alley and ran down the street. Realizing he had been tricked, Robin chased after him, feeling the thrill of the hunt course through his veins. Slade vanished from sight again. He was now on a roof, changing course several times to try and confuse Robin. It seemed to be working since he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Needing a short break, Slade ran behind a concrete box with a door and leaned against it. He got his shortened breath back.
"This is turning out to be a very bad night," he said to himself. "Stupid brat. Why did you have to pick me? Of all people? Why couldn't you have wanted a girl?"
"Has anyone ever told you you talk too loud?"
Slade jumped in surprise. Jerking away, he saw Robin standing in front of him, his face blank. How had he snuck up on him again? Slade soon glared. "What has gotten into you?"
Robin frowned. "What do you mean?"
Slade scowled. "You're acting very out of character. Normally you hate it when I'm "playing games with you". Instead of picking that alien you're so fond of, you chose me. Out of all the people in the world, it had to be me?"
Robin thought long and hard about that. Why had he chosen Slade when before he was going to go with Starfire? Why was Slade more appealing to him than Starfire, the girl he shared a kiss with in Tokyo and felt love towards for three years? What was wrong with his brain?
"I don't know."
Slade sighed heavily, making Robin take a step back like a puppy being scolded. "This whole thing is just one giant mess. If I wasn't one to back out of a deal, I would make you pick someone else." Slade looked sternly at Robin during his pause. "Sunrise is in an hour and twelve minutes. You have that long to catch me."
Before Robin could nod or say anything, Slade jumped backwards off the roof and out of sight. Robin blinked rapidly in surprise before tucking his head in towards his shoulders slightly and growling.
"I don't care why I picked you. I'm still going to win. And I know how to, too."
Turning around, Robin started running across the rooftop, heading back the way he came.

Slade returned to his warehouse just twenty minutes before sunrise. He desperately hoped Robin had given up the chase and found a different female mate. But boy was he wrong.
Slade was suddenly tackled from the left. He fell to the floor a few feet from the door, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Something heavy was clinging tightly to him. Managing to roll onto his back with his elbows propping him up behind him, he saw Robin hugging his middle, his head resting against his sternum. He quickly looked up, grinning with his eyes closed. His sunglasses were gone, probably to avoid breaking them during his tackle.
"Gotcha," he said playfully. "I win."
Placing his right hand on his shoulder, Slade tried shoving him off, but Robin wouldn't budge. His eye narrowed. "I think you need to find someone else who would be interested in you, not me."
Robin leered at him. "Hey, we had a deal. I caught you, therefore you have to be turned." Lifting himself up, Robin grabbed a hold of Slade's shoulders tight and shoved him onto his back. Straddling his stomach and sitting on him, he stared down at Slade with a seductive grin. "And I decided what kind of mate you're going to be."
Before Robin could tell him what that was, Slade shot his arm out and grabbed a firm hold of his throat. Robin reeled back slightly, his eyes wide and cross-eyed as he stared at his arm. With insane speed, he released one shoulder, grew out some very sharp, thick claws, and slammed them into Slade's mask. There was a few loud cracking sounds as lines appeared in the cheek and ear parts of the mask. Slade had jerked his head to the side, to lessen the blow, but it wasn't good enough. His hand was still gripping Robin's neck tight. Snarling, he jerked back, getting himself free. Slade then tried to punch him, but he grabbed his wrist and forced it to the floor by his head. He growled down at him, fangs exposed.
"You promised, remember?!" Slade froze at the tense tone in Robin's voice. "I caught you fair and square! Now stop fighting me and let me turn you!"
The two enemies stared strongly at each other in silence for a long time. Slade soon reverted his gaze down, closed his eye, and sighed. "Fine…"
Robin continued to glare for a few more seconds before his face softened and he slowly released Slade's wrist. He took his hand back, placing it on his ruined mask. Robin watched in mild fascination as he began to take it off. Slowly, his eyes widened when he realized what Slade was doing.
"You…You're going to show me your face?" Slade paused to look at him past his fingers. Robin looked nervous. "W-Wait, I…I-I don't think you should. Can…Can you leave it on?"
Slade was surprised by this to say the least. "Shouldn't you know the man behind the mask that you're about to turn? Wouldn't that be fair?"
Robin opened his mouth to answer, but didn't know what to actually say. So he closed it and nodded. After hesitating, Slade slowly pulled the mask away and threw it off to the side. Robin's eyes widened when he saw his face. Slade was probably in his fifties because of the white, messy hair and mostly unnoticeable wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. Speaking of eyes, the right had a scar running diagonally across it and it was clouded over. The other was a stunning, steel blue. Staring into it made Robin shiver, in a good way. His breath hitched in his throat, which he soon swallowed down. Slade's eye narrowed softly at him a few seconds later.
"Are you going to gawk at me the rest of the night or are you going to get this over with?"
Robin came out of his tiny trance. Shaking his head, he cleared away the thoughts that threatened to come out. "Erm, right, sorry." Reopening his eyes, Robin looked at his face, still in a slight state of shock. Slade was just so, so… "No wonder I wanted you."
Confusion flickered across Slade's face for just a moment. "In what way is the question."
Robin smiled softly at him after a few seconds, reaching for his head. "Does it matter?" Robin touched his hair, noting how soft it was. He smiled a little stronger. "I'll try not to spill any blood on this handsome face of yours."
Slade snorted. "Handsome… Now I know something's not right with you."
Robin just chuckled softly before trailing his fingers down the side of his face and to his neck. His happy face quickly faltered. "I'll try not to make it hurt."
"I'm used to pain." Exhaling softly, Robin lowered the Kevlar from Slade's neck, leaned all the way over his strong body, and extended his fangs. He braced himself before chomping down. Slade jerked involuntarily as they pierced through his jugular. Robin mentally apologized before closing his eyes and starting to suck out his blood. The moment it trickled down his throat, his eyes snapped open and flashed red. Something else quickly changed in him. Slowing down slightly, Robin moved his left foot over and placed his toes to Slade's crotch. He pressed down, making him jerk in response. "R-Robin…?"
Ignoring him, Robin lowered his hand to his skull buckle and pulled it open. He continued to suck Slade's blood slowly, feeling it fill his veins, which started to turn black. Neither noticed this odd phenomenon. Robin pulled his jean zipper down and then carefully moved his fingers into his boxers. Slade could feel his knuckles pressing lightly to his sternum, so he wondered what he was doing. Robin closed his eyes tight and grunted against his neck. Slade then felt his hand bump lightly into him as he moved it back and forth steadily.
"What are you doing?" Robin whimpered against his neck and bit even harder. Slade clenched his eyes shut tight. "Th-That one hurt…" Robin continued to move his hand, which Slade realized was now a fist. His eyes snapped open abruptly when he realized what Robin was doing to himself. "Robin, y-you need to…s-stop masturbating on m-me…" Robin growled against his neck. "H-Hurry up and f-finish the job y-you l-little…brat. Stop s-slowly sucking me dry."
Robin continued to ignore him, too fueled by Slade's blood filling his stomach and moving through his veins. He moaned against his neck when he suddenly ejaculated prematurely. Slade could feel his pants turning wet against his chest. Grabbing his shoulders, he tried pushing him off. Pulling his hand out from between his thighs, Robin placed it on the side of his neck, smearing semen. Slade grimaced as it soaked through his Kevlar. He quickly tensed when Robin stretched his legs out and rested against him. Now what was he going to do?
As Robin continued sucking Slade's blood, a little faster now, he began to buck his hips back and forth. Slade instantly realized he was dry humping him. How annoying… As he felt his life slowly slipping away, he closed his eyes, trying to drown out Robin's penis rubbing against his through their pants. Robin kept grunting and moaning as he felt himself harden again. He soon spread his legs so that his knees were on the concrete floor. Slade felt his arousal getting bigger, so he clenched his eyes tighter together. It was hard to think of something else, especially since the teen was, essentially, fucking him, just without penetration. At least it was better than his penis actually being inside him, Slade decided.
After almost a minute, sound became mute to Slade's ears. He felt like he was leaving the real world as more of his blood was drained. Soon, he couldn't feel much else except for the blunt-feeling fangs. Robin was almost done at this point. Slade's grip on his shoulders was easing away. Any second now and he would have no blood left. His closed eyes softened and he slowly felt himself drift off into nothing…

Robin slowly retracted his fangs from Slade's neck. Looking up at his face, he saw that he was indeed dead. He racked his brain for a memory. He needed to exchange blood with Slade. But how? He couldn't do anything, so how was he supposed to drink from him? Sitting up and sitting on Slade's pelvis, Robin placed his hand to the side of his face, resting his elbow in his other hand, and started tapping his temple, like Pooh Bear from Winnie the Pooh when he was thinking hard. Something swiftly flashed into his mind. Robin lifted his head, grinning. Reaching into Slade's belt, he found the bladed boomerang that he had been repairing before he showed up. He pulled it out, lifted his arm, and placed a blade to his wrist. Cutting into it, blood gushed out.
Robin moved further up Slade's body, tilted his head back with his other hand, and held his bleeding wrist above his partly open mouth. Droplets began to drip, missing a few times to land on his chin and upper lip. Growling at the misses, Robin forced his wrist against Slade's mouth. His lips parted more on their own as he pressed down. Robin now felt the blood fill his mouth and go down his throat. Once the blood started clotting, he pulled his arm back, lifted his wrist to his mouth, and started licking it. Smoke rose from the gash when he pulled away. In fascination, Robin watched his wound heal right before his eyes.
"Okay, now that's cool."
Once the wound was completely gone, Robin looked at Slade's peaceful face. Seeing the blood drying around his mouth, he leaned down and started licking it up. He started from his chin, then the corner of his mouth, and lastly his upper lip. When Slade was clean once more, Robin sat back and admired him for a bit. He had been somewhat surprised at the man's appearance. He almost pictured something different, like black or brown hair for instance. He remembered the eye thing when Slade's mask had been knocked off by a fire demon during Trigon's reign, so that was no surprise anymore.
After examining Slade's face and strong torso a little while longer, Robin stood up, stepped his leg over him, and then turned back around. He stood by Slade's head, staring down at him. Bending his knees to crouch, Robin grabbed underneath his armpits and attempted to drag him over to a nearby stack of crates, to help sit him up. When Slade woke up in a few hours, he would need to drink some of Robin's vampire blood. He vaguely remembered having to exchange blood up to three times when he was turning into the vampire that he was today.
Going to the front of Slade when he couldn't back into the crates anymore, Robin pushed him up against the bottom one and then sat in front of him with his legs crossed. He then waited patiently for Slade to come back from the dead.
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