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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
After another half hour, Slade and Robin made it to another hideout belonging to the villain. It served the same purpose as the warehouse Robin found him in: to hold a specific item. And that specific item would help them reach Gotham quick and efficiently.
Going to the right corner of the large, hidden building, Slade touched a few numbers on the keypad attached to the wall by the door. There was a double beep and then a sound of wheels and gears turning. Robin stood back a few feet and watched as the door slowly rose up into the ceiling of the building. Before it even reached halfway to the top, Slade walked inside, heading for a large black jet made of sleek titanium that was sitting directly in the center. Robin followed him inside after staring at the magnificent flyer in awe.
"It isn't that special," Slade said as he hoisted himself onto the wing. "But it will get us to where we need to go in a matter of hours." Robin stopped a few feet from the wing. Going to the back of the cockpit and storage, Slade pushed a button and a hatch opened. He pushed it back as far as it could go before stepping one leg in. "If you have to use the bathroom, do it now, otherwise I won't be making stops."
Nodding, Robin turned around, left, and entered a thicket of trees to do his business. He then returned, staring at the jet for a moment. Slade was already inside, getting the aircraft ready for take-off. Robin pursed his lips, wondering how he could get on the wing. It was almost two feet above his head. Looking around the thing, he made some calculations and then moved closer to the side. Slade looked out the cockpit side window to see what was taking him so long. His eyes narrowed when he jumped sideways at the side of the jet, at least seven feet from the wing, landed one-footed, and then pushed off easily to land on it. He then continued to the hatch as if nothing interesting happened. Snorting, Slade looked at his controls and adjusted some of the buttons. The engine came to life, vibrating the entire craft gently.
Robin closed the hatch before he stepped off the three steps and then turned. The inside was spacious with a few steel and wooden crates spread about. They were labeled as weapons, ammunition, and provisions. At the front, there were two seats, both with steering wheels in front of them of the cockpit. Slade was in the one on the left.
Still weary about how Slade was feeling towards him, Robin silently moved to the second seat and sat down, not touching anything but the seat belt to put on over his head. Slade glanced at him to make sure he was quiet and unmoving before pushing up on the throttle. The jet picked up speed as it made its way for the warehouse opening. Once most of it was outside, Slade pushed a button, and the jet took off skyrocketing into the sky. It soared thousands of feet into the air with barely any turbulence. It was pretty sturdy and practically purred like a kitten. Within minutes, the jet was high enough to become level. Slade turned on auto-pilot and then unbuckled his belt. Robin did the same and decided to look out his window at the black clouds as they zoomed by.
"We will be in Gotham Forest in approximately four hours," Slade informed him, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed. "So just sit there and be quiet for a while."
Robin looked at him out of the corner of his eye for a second before looking back out the window. The first forty-five minutes were dull and neither moved. Robin actually had his eyes closed and was curled up in the seat. It wasn't all that comfortable, to be perfectly honest. But he didn't want to disturb Slade in any way until he was for sure everything had calmed down between the two of them. He didn't know how long the villain could hold onto a grudge or his anger.
After the first hour and a half was over, Robin finally sat up and turned to place his feet on the floor. He then stretched his arms as high as they could go, hearing them pop in various places. Dropping them, he adjusted his posture and folded his legs on the seat. He stared out the window again, his stomach growling. His brow furrowed in annoyance as he tried to ignore it, but it was hard. If he wasn't so against killing people, he would've drank someone's blood before they left on this long flight. Now he had to suffer through it.
"…Slade?"
"Hm?" he asked, his eyes still closed.
Robin poked his pointer fingers together. "I just, um… What I want to say is, well…"
Lowering his arms to the arm rests, Slade looked at him. "Spit it out."
Robin lowered his hands in his lap and started twiddling his thumbs. "I'm…really sorry."
Slade blinked at the apology. Robin now stared at the palms of his hands, his eyes narrowed. He waited a while for his response. After staring at him, Slade looked out the windshield.
"Its fine."
Robin turned in his seat to look at him. "But its not. You're in this long, obnoxious mess because of me. You told me no, but I did it anyway. And what I did while turning you was even worse. What the hell would possess me to get turned on by drinking someone's blood? I mean, I masturbated on you for fuck's sake!"
"…I didn't really need to be reminded of that," Slade muttered.
"The point is, everything is my fault and I don't want you to brush my apology off with "its fine". Because it's not."
Placing his arms on the arm rest, Robin dropped his head onto them and sighed. Slade stared motionlessly at him with a slightly raised eyebrow for a moment before reaching over and placing his hand on his head. Robin froze, his breath stopping for a split second. When the hand moved back in a gentle, petting gesture, he relaxed and then slowly untucked his head. He looked up at Slade in curious surprise. His hand moved to the side of his head, so that he could push a stray hair back into the gelled spikes. The tips of his fingers ghosting over his skin and through his hair felt surprisingly nice and gentle.
"I forgive you."
Robin froze again. "What? Really?"
Slade pulled his hand away. "Yes." They stared into each others' eyes for a few seconds. Something stirred inside both of them. Slade's eyes narrowed inconspicuously at what he was going to say and do next. "Come here."
Robin's eyes widened in confusion. Slade continued to stare blankly at him. The longer he stared at those mysterious eyes, the stronger the feeling in them became. Sitting up straight, Robin carefully stood up, not taking his eyes off him. He hesitated for a moment, but managed to move his right foot around the seat. He then moved towards him. It was as if Slade was possessing his every move with his eyes alone. It was interesting to know who was the real master of this inconceivable relationship.
Finally, Slade was able to sit back in his seat, staring up at Robin as he stood in front of him. Somehow already knowing what he wanted him to do without saying so, Robin stepped closer. Slade watched in absolute silence as he began to straddle him, his legs on either side of the seat. Robin swallowed nervously, wishing he'd move or something as he stood over him. Grabbing his arms, Slade pulled on them and placed his hands on his shoulders.
"Slade…?" Robin asked cautiously.
Moving his hands down, Slade grasped his waist firmly and then pulled him forward and down. Robin's crotch bumped into his stomach and his arms bent at the elbow. With his legs hurting at such an angle, he bent his knees and placed them on the edges of the seat, hugging Slade's legs. The villain stared at him, not having to say anything to get him to do what he wanted. Robin hesitated, as he was much closer to his penetrating eyes, but then inched his face closer. When their noses almost touched, he tilted his head to the right, breathing on his mouth before lightly touching his lips with his own. Robin's eyes narrowed heavily and held a dream-like look as he carefully pressed their lips harder together. When he fully succumbed to his taste, he closed his eyes and kissed him.
Not exactly sure why he was allowing this, Slade kissed back, parting his lips a bit. They kissed with the same amount of pressure a few times before Robin kissed back harder. He slowly inched his way higher onto his knees and wrapped his arms around Slade's broad shoulders. As if on their own, Slade's hands went to Robin's waist and he pushed his shirt up to expose his taut stomach and smooth back. Tongues were soon added, Robin practically licking his teeth and then his tongue. When the shirt neared past his chest, he stopped just long enough for the shirt to be removed before going right back to kissing.
Robin ran his pale fingers hard through Slade's white, almost luminescent hair, gripping him as their kissing grew more passionate. The man's hands returned to his waist and was massaging them. Robin mewled at the pressure. His stomach was pressed close to his ribs, feeling them as Slade breathed through his nose. It was getting harder to breathe the longer their lips were together, but Robin didn't want to stop. Slade's whole mouth just felt amazing, especially his highly experienced tongue that was hot and slick and just—
'What the hell am I doing?! I have to stop this!'
Robin would have stopped if he could, but that was just it. He couldn't stop them from doing this and he couldn't stop this amazing feeling. Especially now that Slade was unbuckling his belt. He moaned into the next rough kiss as his jeans were unzipped. When Slade's hands were back on his hips, he bucked upward and felt the hem push down and slide off his rear. Fingers now traveled down the area below his hip bones and then moved around to the back. Robin tensed and then pulled away from Slade's mouth. He panted above his head when he lowered it to lick up Robin's chest and across his collarbone.
"S-Slade… We h-have to…s-stop…AH!"
Not only did Slade suck a perked nipple into his mouth, but the tip of his right pointer finger pressed against Robin's puckered, virgin hole. His arms wrapped tighter around him as the villain tried shoving it inside. The muscles contracted around it, not liking the sudden blunt intrusion. But as Slade sucked and licked his chest with that hot tongue pressed hard against his pale flesh, it eased up and more of the finger slipped inside. Robin continued to pant and moan from Slade handling him like this. He slowly started to realize why he picked him, of all people. This infuriating man was just so, so—
Robin cried out when the finger finally shoved in all the way, the tip barely touching a pleasure spot. Lifting his head, Slade attacked the front of his neck with rough, slightly nibbling, kisses. After twisting his finger, he pulled it out almost all the way and then quickly thrust back in. Robin cried out again, which ended in a long moan. He started grinding against right below his sternum, his penis slowly becoming erect. He didn't think such a thing could happen, being dead and all and not having had human blood in almost twenty-four hours, but it was still happening. Slade had better stop soon, or he'd beg to be fucked until he passed out.
When he felt sharp fingers bite into his back, Slade seemed to come to his senses a bit. He pulled away from Robin's neck and breathed slightly out of breath. He shoved his finger in one last time before regaining control of himself. With a growl, he yanked the finger free and was about to shove Robin off him when something beeped. They both froze from the out-of-nowhere noise. The beep then came again and, after two seconds, once more. The distraction was a relief, however, and Robin scrambled to unstraddle Slade without falling over since his jeans and boxers were down to his thighs. Slade sat up and looked at his dashboard. On its own screen was a radar circle with the green grid. The hand was spinning around in a clockwise direction. When it reached about four o'clock, the beep came again and something flashed on it. Robin was standing between both seats as he fixed his jeans and belt, looking at it.
"Um…please tell me that dot means there's a plane or other aircraft close-by."
"If it was, the computer would tell me," Slade said. "If it doesn't know what it is, nothing happens but the blip. You may want to buckle up."
Robin's body startled. "Oh, right. Good id-"
There was a loud crashing sound and the jet flipped to the right to go completely sideways. Robin was forced in the same direction, his body crashing into the window. The glass shattered from his weight and the force and he was sent right out of the aircraft. With a cry of surprise, Robin snatched out at the edge with his left hand. With all his might, Slade pulled the steering wheel to the left to right the jet. When it was straight again, he slammed his thumb against a button on the grip. Robin's body had hit the side of the jet, but his legs were forced behind him when it gained a huge burst in speed. He gripped the edge harder, biting his tongue to prevent from screaming. Looking at his radar, Slade saw the blip far back from their position. He pressed the button again and the jet returned to its originally speed. Robin's legs fell heavily and he jerked down. This time, he couldn't hold back the cry of pain.
Hearing the sound, Slade remembered about Robin. Putting the jet back on auto-pilot, he jumped to his feet, rushed to the other side, and looked out. Robin was holding on one-handed, the only thing helping him hold on being a piece of glass that was still stuck in the frame. The point came out of the top of his hand, covered in what seemed to be black blood. Ignoring the coloration, Slade leaned out as far as he could without dropping out and grabbed around Robin's shoulder and part of his neck. Robin gritted his teeth when claws dug into the ligaments and muscle as Slade began to pull him up. With his other hand, he grabbed the one stuck on the glass and yanked it up.
"That fucking hurt!"
Slade stepped back as he pulled Robin back inside. They landed on the floor in front of the seat. Grabbing his hand, Slade turned it palm up and brought it to his face. He then gingerly touched it, making Robin growl in pain.
"Stop being a baby."
Robin glared at him. "Then you slam your hand onto glass, and see how you like it!"
Slade practically threw it back at him. "I've been shot multiple times and I didn't flinch." He jerked to his feet and then turned around. He returned to the chair and checked his radar. "Now sit down and put your seat belt on. There's two unknown objects now. And they're gaining on us."
Slade took the jet off auto-pilot, grabbed the steering wheel, and then quickly turned a different direction. Robin flew sideways against the chair, his bloody hand landing on the rubber floor. Pain ruptured through his entire hand, wrist, and part of his arm. Growling, he shot to his feet, turned, and slammed into the seat. He quickly buckled up, his hurt hand shaking. When he was situated, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the roll of white bandages. He quickly wrapped a bunch around his left hand. Before he could slip the end into a sleeve, one of the two dots reached the center of the radar and the jet flipped forward. Robin screamed in surprise again as they almost went completely upside down. Slade pulled up on the steering wheel as hard as he could. The jet almost fully righted itself before it began to spin.
"DO SOMETHING!" Robin yelled, his eyes clenched completely shut from all the stumbling around.
When the jet was back on its belly, Slade pulled back on the steering and made it go higher. The two blips fell behind, but quickly started catching up again. Seeing this, Slade jerked it to the right, made it spin once, and then dipped it down. The blips flew off diagonally in the upper right quadrant before circling back around, down towards the center line of the right side. Slade continued to steer the craft in wild directions, spinning and dipping to try and lose the blips, but they were very persistent.
Having an idea, Slade quickly turned the jet towards one of the blips, flipped a switch on the left side of the dash, and then held down a button on the steering wheel. The sound of firing bullets was muffled on the inside. Robin managed to see them vanish in the darkness. His eyes widened when something black came flying straight for them, dodging the bullets with ease. When the weird shape was feet away, Slade quickly pushed a new button and a missile came out and fired. Something came out from behind the figure, came to the front, and then hit the missile right back. It veered of course, spinning wildly. Slade's eyes widened.
"Shit!" There was an explosion and then the jet dipped and moved back to the left. If it wasn't for the seat belt, Robin would've fallen right out of the chair sideways and crashed into the side of Slade's. There was fire and smoke coming from the busted wing after the missile made contact. The jet jostled and vibrated violently as Slade tried to steady the aircraft. He looked at Robin. "You're going to need to take over!"
Robin looked at him in alarm. "Why?!"
"I'm going to try and stop these things myself! You need to fly the jet!"
"I can't fly a broken vehicle!"
"Then do you want us to crash and die in the explosion?!" Slade asked angrily.
Robin bit his bottom lip. He didn't think of that. Growling, he threw the seat belt off. "Okay, fine!"
Slade used a burst of speed on the jet again, leaving the blips far behind. Then they both got up and Robin went to the pilot seat while Slade moved to the back. Opening the hatch, he hoisted himself out and slammed it down. Robin was gripping the steering wheel tight, trying to keep the aircraft steady. Almost his entire body shook. Looking at the radar, he saw the blips returning. He just hoped Slade could handle himself against whatever these things were.
"You better not die on me, asshole," he grumbled.
Slade was standing by the left side of the middle of the jet and was leaning over to see the wing's damage. Luckily only less than half had taken the hit. With his even more enhanced ears, he heard the flapping of wings behind him. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the dark figures drop down and land with its knees bent and one hand on the floor. It stood up as the wings began to fold back into its back. When it looked up, it revealed a male human about thirty with black hair, red eyes, and wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. Slade turned to face him, his eyes narrowed.
"Why are you attacking my jet?"
A second black figure, this one shorter, came down and landed near the hatch. He had brown hair, emerald green eyes, and wore the same black clothes. He also looked younger than the first figure.
"We just want the boy on board," the first figure said. "If you hadn't interfered, I wouldn't be attacking your aircraft."
"And what do you want with Robin?" Slade asked.
The figure smirked wickedly, pearly white vampire fangs poking out. "That's none of your business, old man."
The second figure looked back at him. "J, please."
The one named J snorted. "Relax, bro." He looked back at Slade. "Surrender Robin to us, and you won't get hurt."
Reaching into his belt, Slade pulled out his hefty bo staff and extended it at his side. "I can't let you do that."
Without any warning, Slade leaped forward and attacked J with his staff. He easily lifted his arm to block it, not feeling any pain. Slade lifted his left leg and slammed his foot into his chest. J flew back by the hard force, but his wings appeared and stopped him. His brother tried to sweep Slade out from under his foot, but he spun around and slammed his lifted foot onto his leg, stopping it short. The vampire rolled onto his stomach and lifted both legs, pushing off with his hands. Slade fell over backwards, but he finished in a handspring. The smaller vampire jumped to his feet and then aimed a roundhouse kick for his stomach. J came up over Slade's head and then spun around with a kick. Slade grabbed J's ankle and slammed the staff into his brother's knee. He then spun around, throwing them both off the jet. J's brother fell headfirst while J flew backwards. He threw his body over and dove after him.
The jet suddenly tilted to the right. Slade nearly lost his balance. Pushing a button on the staff, a blue energy blade came out of one end. He slammed it into the titanium and then held on. His legs slipped off and he dangled in the air. The sound of two heavy bodies soon landed on the jet's side now that it was completely tilted. Back inside, Robin was trying to right the aircraft. He was pulling it the opposite way it was tilted as hard as he could. Behind him, the hatch screeched open and he looked from the corner of his eye, hoping it was Slade. The jet soon came back into properly alignment. He looked back and saw a leg clad in black emerge, but the shoes were not ones he recognized. Robin quickly concluded that the two blips were people. But how did they get up here?
A second leg landed on the steps, but both quickly vanished and he heard a cry of surprise. Looking at the radar, he saw one of the dots move away from the center. Robin heard more commotion since the hatch hadn't closed. Glaring suddenly, he looked back out the windshield and jerked the wheel to the right. There was a loud crash and then he heard someone being punched. Robin righted the jet and then dipped down. The sound of Slade yelling his name reached his ears. He then twisted the jet almost in a full three-sixty before straightening it out again.
Robin suddenly screamed in fright. J had landed on the windshield, one hand on the glass. His other was curled into a fist and held by his head. He aimed a punch at the glass, but it just shook. He did this several times, trying to smash through it. A few cracks appeared. Glaring at him, Robin pulled back hard and fast on the steering wheel. The jet skyrocketed into the air and tipped all the way backwards. J lost his balance. He flipped over and then rolled off. When it was nearly on its back, Robin made the jet spin around to be back on its belly. They were now taking off the opposite direction.
Outside, Slade pulled the bo staff out of the titanium, reached up as high as he could go, and then slammed the blue blade back in. He now had two, one in each hand. He pulled the left one out and did the same thing as the right. Slowly but surely, he made it to the top of the jet. Before he could stand, he heard the two brothers land a few feet in front of him. He jumped to his feet and attacked them with the two glowing blades. The brother ducked while J tilted all the way back. Lifting his right leg, he kicked the staff right out of Slade's hand. It went sailing and spinning through the air, lost forever. Grabbing his remaining staff with both hands, Slade brought the blade down at J's chest and stomach, to slice him open, but he rolled to the right. The blade went into the titanium instead. Rolling onto his feet once behind him, J lifted his clawed hand into the air and then slammed it right through the floor. He then yanked his arm to the right, breaking off a good-sized strip of titanium.
Pulling the staff out, Slade spun on his toes, aiming the blade for J's head. His brother threw himself at his side. They fell back, the blade barely missing their hair. J cut more into the jet as they sailed by. Then they both jumped to their feet after untangling from each other. Jumping in the air, J slammed his feet into the gash and there was a terrifying screech and snapping of wires and of breaking titanium. J and his brother jumped back as the tail of the jet was cut in half and fell. Cursing, Slade ran to the hatch and jumped inside the jet. Robin's whole body was shaking violently as he held the steering wheel really tight. Reaching his side, Slade grabbed the wheel and then yanked Robin out of the seat with one hand, the staff's blade barely missing his head.
"Sit down! We have to land!"
Robin practically jumped into the passenger seat and threw his seat belt on. Slade flipped a few switches and pushed a few buttons. The nose of the jet suddenly tipped forward and they began to descend. Robin looked at Slade, holding the arm rest with both arms tight.
"What happened?! What's going on?! Who were those people?!"
Slade retracted the blade, made the staff compact again, and put it away before putting his seat belt on. "The tail was sliced off; we were attacked by two vampires; and they wanted you."
"I thought so when one of them tried smashing the windshield! What do they want with me?!"
"They didn't say," Slade answered, holding the wheel tightly again. "Everything will be fine. I won't let them take you."
Robin looked disheartened. "And if they do?"
Slade looked at him and saw the worried look on his face. Snorting, he looked out the window again. "I suppose I'll have to save you then."
Robin stared at him with the same look for a few more seconds before smiling faintly. "Thanks."
They continued to descend at an even pace. The closer they were to the ground or body of water, the failing altitude siren went off. It beeped steadily. Soon they were at fifteen thousand feet, fourteen thousand feet, thirteen thousand feet, and so on. They soon broke through the heavy cloud cover. Robin was glad to see they would be landing on land rather than sea.
"Brace yourself," Slade warned.
They were just four hundred feet from the ground when something happened. The jet was forced to the right. It rolled violently, sending what was left of the crates everywhere. The wing suddenly hit the rock, breaking clean off. It was amazing that the seats were still staying attached after so much rough treatment. Robin stayed tensed up even though his mind screamed at him to relax. He could feel his strength slipping away. The jet crashed into the ground several times. Luckily it was slowing down from the friction of the two elements. Eventually it was just sliding while slightly tilted to the right. Robin relaxed slightly as they began to slow.
"Well, that wasn't so bad!" Slade rolled his eyes. Robin took his seat belt off. "I wonder how far from Gotham we are." Right as Robin looked over at Slade, he caught a glimpse of the shorter vampire flying right at his window. His eyes widened. "Slade!"
Slade didn't get the chance to look as the vampire flew right through the glass. He was knocked back into his chair by the force as he sailed past. Robin tried to get his feet on the chair to jump over it, but the vampire crashed into him and grabbed a hold of him. They flew right through the broken window. Slade yanked his seat belt off and was about to go after them when J came flying through the windshield. He tackled Slade hard, managing to break the seat off the floor. They were sent sailing backwards out of the ruined jet tail. Slade slid out of the seat and quickly rolled them over. Straddling his stomach, he began punching J hard in the face. Behind them near a cliff, Robin struggled to get free from the other vampire's hold.
"Let go of me! Whatever you want, I won't give it to you!"
The vampire managed to pin him down, arms and all. "Please stop struggling. If you come quietly, you'll be fine." Robin noticed the soft tone to this young vampire's voice. He didn't appear to be much older than he was. He still wasn't gonna give in to him though. "Please stop before-"
"K!" The vampire flinched and then slowly looked over his shoulder. J stopped a few feet from him, blood pouring out of his nose. "Would you just knock him unconscious already?"
Robin managed to see past them both. His eyes widened when he saw Slade lying curled up on the ground, unmoving. He began to put up his struggling again.
"What did you do to him?! What did you do to my mate?!"
"Bah, he's just asleep right now," J said, annoyed. "We only had one order and that was to kidnap you."
Robin glared at them both. "Why?"
J stepped around K to see him properly. "That's a need to know basis."
"What you're doing is personal and I have every right to know what you want with me!" Robin practically screamed, his eyes clenched shut.
K glanced up at his brother. "He has a point."
Jerking his head around, J glared at him. "Shut up!" he spat. K grew silent. Looking back at Robin, J scowled. "I'm not allowed to tell you. And neither is K. Now, are going to go willingly, or do I have to knock you out?" Robin put up his futile struggling again, kicking his legs now as well as trying to pull his arms free. Taking that as a no, J came around to Robin's head, crouched, and then touched a spot on his neck. He pressed hard, making Robin completely stop. His eyes became vacant and then slowly closed. He fell limp under K's hold. Sighing with relief, K released him and then stood up. J picked Robin up by the armpits, turned him around, and then flopped him over his shoulder. He looked at his brother. "Let's go."
Turning, J extended his wings and then skyrocketed into the air. K did the same with his wings, but glanced back at Slade apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Looking up, he pushed off the ground and flew after J, leaving Slade far behind in his wake.
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