AN: I'm going to slap a 'dubious consent' warning on this one. Also a 'cliché as all hell' warning.

"I hate my life." Robin said to the empty warehouse. "I really, really hate it." His back was up against a metal support beam, hands cuffed over his head. His ankles were also shackled in place, the chain slung behind the pole. Robin huffed. He was cold, and his shoulders ached. He'd been there for nearly two hours. The HIVE had taken his communicator too, leaving him untrackable by his team. "Well, I guess I live here now." Robin muttered. "I will grow and DIE, bound to this pole. I will be buried still bound to this pole. Generations from now, my descendants will fight over who gets to keep this pole as an heirloom. I hate this pole. I want it to die a slow, painful death. Stupid, sadistic, asshole, bastard pole."

"You know, most people would blame the person tied them to the pole, not the pole itself." Remarked a voice to his right. Robin jerked in his bounds, and twisted his head to look. Beyond a broken-down conveyer belt was a pile of musty crates, and there was a shadow against the crumbling wood. "By the way, you talk to yourself a lot when you're stressed out."

"Go to hell!" Robin snarled, yanking at the cuffs again. "I don't need this right now!"

"Yeah, you just need me right now." Red X sniggered, and stepped around the boxes into view.

Robin tried to shrink back against the pole, feeling suddenly vulnerable. With his ankles bound, he couldn't even kick to defend himself. "Stay away from me." He threatened.

Red X crossed his arms. "Look, kid, I can't exactly untie you from all the way over here."

"Untie me?" Robin repeated, narrowing his eyes.

Red X snorted. At least, Robin was pretty sure he snorted: the sound was kind of weird through the voice scrambler. "Uh, duh? What did you think I was going to do?"

"…I'm not sure." Robin admitted. Maybe take my belt. Maybe, hurt me. Red X started to saunter closer, and hopped over the conveyer belt. "Why are you helping me?" He asked, shuffling his feet against the concrete floor.

Red X chuckled. Again, it sounded twisted and creepy through the scrambler. "Well…" He said, drawing the word out into a purr. "I was hoping that, if I did you a favor, you'd do me a favor."

Robin tensed again. "Of course." He growled. "What do you want, huh? Door codes to the Tower? Some of my weapons? Money?"

Red X reached the pole and stood in front of Robin. "Relax, kid." He said. "Nothing like that." He reached out and ran his hand along the underside of Robin's upper arm, dragging his palm in a slow caress. Robin's nerves lit up, tingling. "Heh. Tense, aren't ya?"

"What? What are you doing?" Robin demanded, as Red X stroked his arm again.

"Touching you. I think about touching you all the time." Red X said, and placed his other hand on Robin's chest, squeezing lightly. "Fuck. These pecs, kid, feel as great as they look."

Robin tried not to arch his touch, and bit his lip. His whole body was surging with hot, shivery excitement. "Red, why are you—" He cut himself off with a whine when Red X stroked down his abs, fingertips teasing the hard muscle.

"Gorgeous boy." Red X breathed. "Look at you, tied up and left for me like a fucking Christmas present. All I wanna do is unwrap you, see what's underneath."

"Are you gonna untie me first?" Robin panted.

Red X pressed in closer, until they were chest to chest. "Depends. You gonna let me kiss you?" He asked, tightening his grip on Robin's bicep.

Robin shivered and his knees went weak. "I, I—" I'm not sure. This was sexy as all hell, but kissing seemed so, intimate. So personal.

"Need a little more convincing, pretty bird?" Red X trailed his fingers down the underside of Robin's arm and over his ribs. Robin shivered again, and both of Red X's hands went to Robin's chest, squeezing and massaging his pecs until Robin moaned. "Fucking hell. That noise should be illegal." He squeezed harder, shifting his thumbs until he found Robin's nipples through his shirt. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs across them until they were hard. "Make it again." He growled. Robin moaned again, louder this time, and started to squirm. Red X chuckled, and started unbuttoning Robin's shirt, revealing his chest inch by inch. "Beautiful."

Robin felt like he couldn't breathe. This seemed more like a wet dream than reality, and when the rough Kevlar of Red X's gloves slid over his bare skin, his cock jumped in his leggings. "Oh!—" That felt better than he thought it would. Much, much better.

"I was hoping you'd like that." Red X murmured, and pinched Robin's nipples, tugging and teasing them. "How about that kiss now, kid?" Robin panted hard but didn't answer. Red X chuckled again, and trailed one fingertip between the muscles of Robin's abs. "More?" Robin nodded mutely. "What should I do to you next, huh? How should I convince you?"

"Whatever you want." Robin said, as Red X toyed with the band of his leggings. "You, you can do whatever you want."

"Kid, what I want right now is to be kissing you, but you're makin' me work for it." One hand was still rubbing and kneading Robin's chest, stroking over his sensitive nipple, while the other continued playing with his waistband. "How about I suck your cock? God, the way you're tied up, you can't grab my hair…can't wrap your thighs around my head…you'd just have to keep still…let me tease you…I bet you'd beg, say 'pretty please' until I gave you what you needed."

"Y-yes, Red, please, suck me, please, I won't struggle, I promise!" Robin begged, and Red X slipped two fingers into the waistband. Fuck, fuck, the scratch of that Kevlar was really starting to turn him on. And the fact that Red X had left his mask on was unfairly, criminally, hot.

"Say it again."

"Please!"

"If I do a good job, make you feel nice, can I get that kiss?"

"Yes, yes, of course, Red, please—" Robin pleaded, yanking on the cuffs.

Red X took his hand off Robin's chest, and pushed the bottom of the mask up, over his nose. He had the prettiest skin, and sweet plump lips. "Shush, kid, don't fuss. You're gonna get it, beautiful." He promised. Robin erupted into shivers again. Fuck, fuck, that voice. Soft and rich and all he wanted was to hear it say 'Like that dirty boy?'. "Get used to saying 'please', gorgeous." He said, his voice dropping to a purr again. He reached out to cup Robin's cheek, his thumb running over Robin's mouth. "You're gonna be screaming it before I'm done."

Red X stroked Robin's lips in another rough caress, and then sank to his knees. "Bet you've got the prettiest cock." He breathed, and started to peel the leggings down to Robin's ankles, the green spandex pooling over the shackles. Red X took a long, careful look at him, which just fueled the fire in Robin's gut. "Heh. I was right." Red X said, and slid his hands off Robin's leggings and onto his calves. Robin squirmed, suddenly self-conscious. Red X just kept staring, and god, he even licked his lips. Robin felt his skin get hot and prickly and knew he was turning pink all over.

"You're blushing. Adorable." Red X trailed his hands up Robin's legs, pausing to squeeze his thighs. Robin, against his will, let out a low, horny noise, desperate for Red X's attention. He wasn't denied. "Damn kid, look at you. You're getting wet." Red groaned, his breath ghosting over Robin's bare skin. One gloved hand wrapped around the base of Robin's cock, earning a surprised sigh of pleasure. "God, I gotta fucking taste you." Without anything further, Red X slid his mouth over the head of Robin's cock.

Robin let out a shriek that died to a pathetic moan. Red's mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue kept rubbing teasingly against the underside of the head. "God, god, yes, that's so good." Robin whimpered, watching as Red X started bob his head, his tight mouth moving along the shaft. "You're making me feel so good." Red X hummed, and started to suck.

Red X kept moaning and sighing around him, like Robin tasted wonderful. Every time Robin tried to buck his hips, Red X would curl his hands tighter against Robin's waist and pin him to the pole. Robin eventually fell still, keeping his promise not to struggle. Red X never gave him enough to let him come, just sucked lazily and teased the underside with his tongue. Robin begged, oh god did he beg, but Red just 'Mmm'ed and kept going.

"I wanna come please please please don't be cruel let me come make me come haven't I been good I've been good please Red please you're torturing me I just wanna come for you please." He babbled, hanging limply against the pole. Red X muffled another moan around him, and pulled his mouth off. He kissed the head, and smiled when Robin whined.

"Poor baby." He cooed. "Look at you, so needy for it."

"You're enjoying this way too much." Robin snapped. Or tried to. There was no edge to his voice. Instead, he just sounded desperate and horny and helpless.

"Enjoying what, sucking your cock? Who the fuck wouldn't enjoy that?" Red X asked, before giving him a teasing lick. "Hmm. Wanna do this all the time." He slid his mouth back over Robin's cock, and Robin cried out.

"Red, Red, please, I'm gonna die—" Red X wrapped a hand around the base of Robin's cock again, stroking the part that didn't fit in his mouth, and focused his attention on the head. He sucked harder, rubbing his thumb along the underside. "Yes, yes, fuck, Red don't stop, you're so good." His cock was leaking pre-cum, and his whole body had gone hot. He was babbling nonsense, and Red X groaned in agreement. "More, I need a little more, please just a little more." Red X smirked around his cock, and slid both hands to Robin's ass. He purred, and relaxed his jaw. He took Robin deeper into his mouth, and squeezed his ass playfully before swallowing Robin's cock into his throat. "That's cheating!—" Robin gasped, and Red X smirked again. Red X swallowed around him, throat working along Robin's shaft. "I'm right there, please, I love it, please!" Red X continued to bob his head along the last couple inches, and fuck, fuck, his throat was so warm and tight, and his hands kept squeezing, and now and then he'd give the side of his ass a teasing smack, and when Robin's resistance broke and he thrust hard into Red's mouth, Red X moaned desperately—

Robin came hard, gasping and whimpering, and Red X sucked him through it. When the twitching died down and the over-sensitivity became too much, Robin whined a little and tried to pull away. Red X pulled back, letting Robin's cock slip out of his mouth. "Shush, honey, I've got you. Did that feel nice, gorgeous?"

"Felt amazing, you're, fuck, you're good at that." Robin mumbled, watching him in a daze. Red X grinned at him, and took a second to stroke and pet Robin's thighs. He took a hold of Robin's tights and gently pulled them back up into place. Robin sighed and his eyes fell closed, letting his head thump back against the pole.

There was a muffled clink, some metallic scratching, and the shackles fell open around Robin's ankles. Robin sighed gratefully, too worn out to thank him out loud. Red X's hands rubbed his legs gently, massaging out the ache. Robin was just a teeny bit in love with those hands. "Just relax kid, I'll have you loose in just a second." Red X promised. He got to his feet, and resumed running his hands over Robin's chest. "Poor kid. Bet your back and shoulders are just killing you." He murmured. Red X slid a hand over Robin's cheek, coaxing him to lift his head. Robin opened his eyes, and found Red X watching him with a smile. "I think I'll take that kiss now."

Robin nodded, and Red X's thumb gently stroked his jaw. The Kevlar of the suit rubbed against his chest, catching at his still-sensitive nipples, and Robin felt the hard ridge of Red's erection pressing against his hips. Red X leaned in, pressing his lips to Robin's. Robin, still keyed up, opened his mouth for Red's tongue, and moaned at the bitter taste of himself. Robin was anticipating something rough, demanding, and overwhelming. Something like the mind-melting blowjob he'd just been given. Instead, Red X was gentle. He kept the kiss soft and almost tender. His hands were cupping Robin's face, an oddly protective gesture, and now and then he'd slide his tongue lazily against Robin's, like he was in no hurry.

After what seemed like not long enough, Red X pulled back, slightly, and stayed there, gazing at Robin. "God you're pretty." He murmured, still stroking Robin's cheek.

Robin blushed. Again. "Thank you." He said, and tugged at the handcuffs. "Red?"

"Oh, right." Red gave him a peck on the cheek, and stepped around the back of the pole, working away at the cuffs. Is he humming? The cuffs unlocked, and Robin let his arms drop. God, that felt good. He was just starting to rub at his own wrists when Red X stepped back into view. "You sore?" He asked, gently, and reached out to run his hand over Robin's shoulder.

"Yeah, but I'm fine." Robin said. He looked Red X up and down, and then stepped in closer. "So…" He slid an arm around Red's neck, and rubbed his palm against Red X's hard cock.

"Jesus, kid." Red X growled, bucking into his touch.

"You want me to return the favor, right?" Robin said, kneading his cock. "You want to use my mouth?"

Red X laughed. "Use?" He grabbed Robin's hips, and tugged him close. "Baby, I don't wanna 'use' you at all."

Robin's hand went still. "Huh?"

"This isn't about getting off, gorgeous. I can do that by myself, or pick somebody up for the night. This is about you." Red X gave Robin's lower lip a hard nip. "Get the picture?"

"…Oh." Robin said.

Red X reached down with hand and grabbed Robin's wrist, pressing Robin's hand further against his cock. "You want that?" He asked. "You want…me? Us?"

Robin pulled his hand free and undid Red's belt. "Yeah." He dragged Red X down into a kiss, and shoved his hand down his waistband. "I want us."