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It wasn’t unusual for Dick Grayson to call Slade’s door, he came as Dick Grayson to his place, and he came as Nightwing through his window, what was unusual was Nightwing knocking on his door, asking for Deathstroke's assistance.
“Why should I help you?” Slade asked, serving Dick a cup of tea, made the way he liked it.
“You live on this planet,” Dick smirked at him, sipping the chamomile tea, “and it would be a shame to lose our reservations because the earth exploded.”
Slade made a noncommittal noise, sitting next to Dick. He looked at the kid, the tired lines around his eyes, how his smile was tight and lacking its usual brightness.
“That bad?”
Dick said nothing, he tossed his head back, eyes closed. He took a deep breath before looking at Slade. He didn’t beg or try to talk Slade into agreeing. He didn’t need to, Slade was ready to save the world if Dick Grayson asked him to.
That’s how Slade found himself, rolling his eye at the apprehensive looks that followed his every step. To be fair, everyone was tense, trying to find a way to stop the bomb that was going to destroy the planet from the inside. Slade wasn’t the only morally ambiguous person in the place, though, Luthor was at the center table, discussing plans and solutions with the ones that had enough patience for him. Talia was close, Damian glued at her side, glaring back at anyone that looked at his mother. Cheshire had acknowledged his presence with a nod, but she had stayed close to Red Arrow.
Slade served a cup of coffee for himself, it was bitter, hot on his tongue, and the caffeine was strong, like the coffee Dick had in his place. Maybe he should ask for the provider.
He caught Nightwing’s tired eyes, sitting next to Batman, rolling his eyes at the heated discussion he was having with Luthor. Slade pointed to the coffee maker, Dick nodded with a smile before directing his attention to the meeting.
Slade poured a packet of sugar and two of cream in Dick’s coffee. He left it next to Dick, pressing his fingers on Dick’s neck. He sat next to him, hiding a smile behind the styrofoam cup when Nightwing’s foot hooked his ankle.
“So far, Nightwing’s plan is the most reasonable,” Slade said, making everyone at the table look at him.
Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Luthor, and Nightwing were the only ones that kept discussing their action plan after what felt like hours. Slade was tired, and he could see Dick was running on fumes right now.
“If the blueprints you had here are correct, the best course of action is Nightwing's plan.”
“Are we going to let the kid be in charge?” Luthor asked, his tone full of mockery.
Dick tilted his head, he gave Luthor a sharp smile, cold and dangerous.
Slade wanted to kiss him.
“Well, your plan relies more on luck than other things.” Dick straightened his back, chin up, he projected his voice beyond the little circle of people at the table, calling everyone’s attention. “We have the blueprints of the bomb, we know where the command posts are going to be, and how to deactivate them. As the blueprint shows, we need to deactivate the ten command posts at the same time, and we need a password that only a few people know. The best plan of action is to take control of all the posts at the same time and use the password.” Nightwing looked at Luthor, his smile all teeth, Slade tried to hide a proud smile. “A coordinated attack won’t let them contact the other command posts or warn the central. Seizing one by one would take us more time and word of our interference could easily slip between the bases.”
“And how do you plan to coordinate that amount of people?” Luthor scoffed, arms crossed over his chest, he turned to his side to look at Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman, giving Nightwing his shoulder. “In a plan like that, we rely on the people's precision and ability. And how are you planning to coordinate ten teams? they block all radio frequencies from the outside.”
People started whispering, Slade could see the Titans sharing the same proud smile Slade was trying to hide.
“If we go in at the same time they will be overwhelmed, no one will come to their help.”
It was like watching a tennis match, Nightwing and Luthor interchanged blows, keeping the tone of a pleasant conversation. Slade wasn’t a man of words, but he could appreciate the ability to see a sharp tongue in action, turning its enemy to shreds with nothing more than words.
They reached a truce, and finally decided on a plan. As soon as Nightwing was free Slade dragged him into a broom closet. He slammed the kid’s back against the door, and, before Dick could ask what’s going on, Slade started a hungry kiss. Nightwing stood still on his arms, Slade licked his lower lip, and the kid climbed him like a tree. Dick wrapped his legs around Slade’s waist, holding himself up, smart fingers taking off Slade’s mask and tossing it away.
Slade felt the powerful muscles in Dick’s legs, delineated by the skin tight suit he liked to use, tense by the effort of keeping himself up. Slade kissed his neck, right over the start of his suit, he traced every muscle and crevice over Dick’s clothes, taking Nightwing’s breath away, holding him there until both of them were dizzy and satisfied.
“After this is done I’m gonna take you away,” Slade promised, worrying himself with Dick’s earlobe, “I’m gonna take you to the beach and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Dick moaned, pushing Slade away.
“I’ll make sure you keep your word.”
After that they went their separate ways.
Nightwing made sure to organize and prepare all the teams, he dominated the room, and made everyone fall back on his command. He flaunted his charm, sweet words making everyone feel at ease. Slade pushed down the wish to take Nightwing back to the closet every time he heard someone talk about him, surprised and annoyed that the kid had managed to wrap everyone around his finger.
At least he got Dick to ride his thigh the night before the D day, touching moles and scars, mapping every inch of skin, seeing Dick coming undone under his hands.
Things went as planned the next day. Each team managed to control their base, and Slade had the rare pleasure of seeing Nightwing use his sharp edges to get information. Slade enjoyed the sight, Nightwing smacking people around to get what he wanted, turning up the electricity of his escrimas, spitting out mean words, and using his cruel streak to get the answers he wanted.
After that, Slade could barely keep his hands to himself.
They ended up in a cubicle, at the end of the infirmary they had put up for the mission. Nightwing’s pants down, Slade kneeling at his feet to suture a nasty cut he had on the leg, foot on Slade’s thigh. He still had his mask on, and Slade couldn’t see his eyes, but he knew, like he knew his own hand, that Nightwing was looking at him with lust.
Slade kissed his knee, Nightwing’s breath heavy, loud. He moved his lips up, kissing the thigh, watching Nightwing’s hands twitch, his hips rock in the gurney, his erection barely covered by his underwear. Slade bit his inner thigh, looking up at Dick as he pressed his mouth against the covered erection, mouthing at the head of the cock. Dick twitched, his thighs squeezing Slade’s head. He moaned when Slade pulled his underwear to the side, the gentle suck on his cock making him tremble. He worked Dick fast, they didn’t have much time, he licked from root to tip, he sucked the head, and took all of Dick’s cock inside his mouth.
Nightwing pulled Slade’s hair, rough leather rubbing the back of his head, tangling his hair and pulling it, hard enough to make Slade groan. He touched Dick’s back, holding his waist when Dick started to thrust his hips, fucking Slade’s mouth, not caring about muffling his moans.
Head tossed back, cheeks a lovely shade of pink, and pretty neck arched, the collar of the suit pulled down enough to show the bite mark Slade left last night. Nightwing made a beautiful image for Slade of debauchery, coming down his throat, pulling Slade down as far as he could go.
Slade stood up, kissing Dick as he pulled his pants down, fishing his cock out. Dick smiled at him, putting those blue fingers on his mouth, the vibrant blue beautiful against the pink of his lips. Nightwing took off the glove with his mouth, making a show of taking the fingers inside his mouth, taking it off with a sultry smile.
Slade kissed him, searching for a sachet of lube he had on his belt, squirting it on his palm, taking his own cock, hard, in his hand. Dick joined him, using the precum to get his finger slick. He played with the head of Slade’s cock, following the rhythm Slade had with his hand.
He came on Dick’s hand, and the kid lifted his hand to lick the cum out of his hand, sensual tongue going up and down his fingers, licking his palm, moaning in pleasure. He did the same with Slade’s hand, moaning around his fingers, head tilted to the side as he cleaned the mess they did.
“I’m going to ruin you,” whispered Slade, a hand holding Dick’s hip, the other holding his jaw.
“I can’t wait for it.”