SladinForever's Sladin Collection | By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 4785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. Set during Trouble In Tokyo, which I do not own. Basically a one-shot of every Sladin fans' dreams would happen in the movie
Robin quickly pushed the bartender back against his racks of liquor. Without another word, he turned towards the door to the garage and headed for it, grabbing a black helmet on his way out. He entered the dimly lit garage and saw several motorbikes. All the owners had abandoned them when he had arrived at the bar. Robin could faintly hear the sirens coming closer to his destination. Sighing, he walked over to a blue bike near the back wall. The keys had been left in the ignition. Perfect. With no time left on his side, Robin quickly started the bike. He was about to kick up the kickstand, but an all too familiar, purring voice spoke up from behind him. "Let me be the first to congratulate you on the bad boy attire, my dear Robin. It suits you quite nicely." Robin quickly spun around, only to be kicked hard in the chest by a metal foot. He crashed into the wall a few feet behind him, instantly becoming winded. Holding his balance, Robin looked up and glared behind his dark sunglasses, his teeth clenched in anger. "What the hell are you doing here, Slade? Shouldn't you be in a cave somewhere?" Slade, Robin's arch nemesis and one of the toughest villains ever, snorted in amusement. "Now, Robin, is that any way to greet an old friend?" Robin snorted. "Old, yes, but never a friend. I told you that before. Now I don't have time for your crap." Robin's eyes widened and he flinched when Slade moved so fast. He backed himself into the wall as far as possible. Slade towered over him, a smirk behind his mask. "I have made time for you, boy." "Then get out of my way!" Robin gasped in surprise. He clenched his eyes shut. Slade had his right arm against the wall by his head, gripping his wrist tightly. "Let me rephrase, Robin. I have given you enough time for the both of us. The police are in a small roadblock and will take a few more minutes to actually get here." Robin opened his eyes to glare at Slade. "So, until then…" Robin's eyes widened in surprise. Slade had rested a hand on his left hip, causing a shiver to go up his side. Robin knocked the hand away. "What the hell are you doing?!" Robin didn't like how gentle Slade's touch had been, and in such a weird place no less. Before he could react, Slade had his other hand by his head, his grip on his wrists tightening. "What's it look like I'm doing?" he asked, almost mockingly. "Does my touch bother you, little bird?" Robin growled. "I really have no time for your sick games, Slade," he retorted. "I have to-!" Robin gasped and closed his eyes again. Now what the hell? "Wh-What are you-?" With his heart pounding in his chest, Robin turned his head to the side and started to pant. Slade moved farther against him. "I'm making you feel yourself up; what does it look like?" "Wh-Why-? Nngh!" Both Slade and Robin's hands were in his boxers, making him stroke himself. The boy continued to pant, his eyes now closed. "S-Slade…" Slade chuckled in his ear. He managed to remove his mask without Robin noticing. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Robin couldn't reply. He was starting to feel weak in the knees. "We can go even further, little bird." Robin shivered when Slade licked his earlobe. Jolts of shivers were sent all the way through his chest and to his crotch. A strangled moan escaped his throat. "A-Ah…fuck…" Slade chuckled into his ear again. "I will take that as a yes, little Robin." The Titan leader felt Slade's hand leave his boxers and then heard the sound of his belt unclicking. He then heard a zipper being pulled. "W-Wait a m-minute-NNGH!" Slade had yanked Robin's pants and boxers down to his knees and quickly shoved a gloved finger into his entrance. He added a second finger soon after and spread them apart in a scissor-like motion. Robin shivered violently. "S-Stop…" Slade teasingly pulled his fingers out, but held the very tip of it on the opening. He felt the muscles quiver around it. "I hope you are ready, Robin, because I haven't the necessary preparations handy." Robin couldn't suppress his moan. Taking that as a sign, Slade removed his finger completely and slid his hand around to the back of his thigh. Robin let out a whimper of surprise when he lifted his leg, taking it out of the sleeve of his boxers and pants. A load moan escaped him when Slade pulled down on his leg, pulling him down onto his pulsing member. "Ah! S-Slade…" Robin's muscles tightened around the protruding mass deep within him. "Nngh!" With his hand still gripping his leg, Slade pulled out over halfway and then quickly thrust back into him. "Ah!" Releasing Robin's other wrist, Slade grabbed his other leg and lifted it out of his pants. Subconsciously, Robin locked his feet together around the small of his back. Slade leaned farther up against him, keeping him expertly pinned to the wall. Robin continued to pant and moan, his eyes unable to open. Slade started to thrust in and out of him fast, the very tip of his cock hitting his prostate. Jolts of intense pleasure went through his body. He soon had his hands around Slade's neck, staring down at his chest as he panted. Slade leaned towards his strained face, kissing him for a brief moment. Taking his right hand off his thigh, Slade rested it by his head against the wall, the tips of his fingers digging against the stone. Robin's mind was clouded over by the wonderful feeling Slade created in him. The thoughts of killing the other, pink villain and the police heading their way had completely left the building. Slade's pace quickened, making Robin's back and ass bump almost painfully into the wall from the force of his thrusts. Arching his head back, he cried out, a lot louder than he meant to. Slade then attacked his chest with kisses and licks, his wet tongue playfully licking his right nipple, the bud hardening almost instantly. Robin moaned loudly again. Needing air, Slade ended his nuzzling and breathed heavy, hot air on his chest. He then slid his left hand around to grasp Robin's lower back for a better grip. Pushing on it while he moved, his thrusts became harder. Robin was almost screaming now as this amazing feeling filled him to the brim. Slade was now nearing his peak… "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Grabbing a hold of both legs again, Slade pushed his body up against Robin. The boy panted as his head rested near Slade's own. He recovered first. "Good boy." There was a split second pause and then he chuckled. "Or should I say bad boy?" After taking a minute to recover, Robin growled. He still didn't open his eyes. "Sh-Shut…up…" Moving one hand to his belt, Slade unhooked his mask and placed it back on his face. Moving away from the wall with Robin still in his arms, Slade bent down and laid him on the floor. He stepped back and smirked down at him. "Blame the clothes you decided to wear, Robin," he said with a slight chuckle. "Though I do admit, they suit you much better." Robin pushed himself up into a sitting position. Reaching over, he grabbed his boxers and pants and quickly pulled them on. "It's only temporary, you ass," he said angrily. "And-Huh?" When Robin looked up, Slade was gone. His eyes narrowed in a glare and he growled. "Fine, don't even tell me why you fucked me, bastard." Standing up on slightly shaking legs, Robin zipped up his pants and then walked to the motorbike. Harshly thrusting the helmet on his head, he sat down on the bike, started it up, and waited. He heard the police waiting for him in front of the garage. They didn't matter to Robin right now however. All he could think about was Slade, the man he hated so much. 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