(Alright, this is the LAST one, I swear. No more deleting after this, I promise. Okay, I was getting board with the previous stories, they were too … out of character. So, last one I swear.)

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Robin felt his heart pounding in his chest, sweat dripping from his face, adrenalin spread through his system by his pounding heart. He only fought this hard when facing Slade. They were energized, focused, and enjoyed the opportunity to face their old opponent again. They were athletes after all.

Slade was a little surprised at how well Robin was doing. He'd even placed a few hits, that weather he himself knew it or not, drew some blood. It had been quite a while since Slade had seen his own blood; it was rather nostalgic. That's my boy. He chuckled to himself as he began to put forth perhaps the most effort he's ever had to against Robin. He's getting better.

"Well done" Slade wiped away a few drops of blood that had dripped from his cracked metallic helmet "but you're beginning to tire, while I have energy to spare."

"Just tired of standing around talking" Robin growled, trying to sound less out of breath than he actually was. Fighting Slade was frustrating as it was exhilarating. Although Robin didn't want to admit it, he got a thrill from their encounters. Slade was always, to say the least, challenging. There was never a dull moment. Slade kept him on his toes, but Robin always exceeded expectations. Tonight, at least to his knowledge, would be no different.

They were both watching each other more intently than usual, paying closer attention to every detail; the speed at which each other's chests rose and fell, the slightest hints of expression, and ofcourse, each other's movements.

Robin threw himself behind another swing, which Slade swiftly blocked, grabbing Robin's thin wrist and using the force of the blow to render him on his back, slamming him hard against the linoleum tile. The blow knocked the breath right out of him.

Slade seized the opportunity and pinned him still, holding each of his wrists to the linoleum floor. He didn't intend to hurt him, he never did. He'd just wanted to restrain him, to keep him from foiling his plans. This one he'd thought-out quite cleverly. After all, Robin wasn't the only one who's skills had improved. Robin's friends would never be able to figure this out without him, they needed him, and Slade was counting on it.

Robin struggled in vain against Slade's firm grip on his wrists. He was getting rather agitated. "Let me go!" He managed to knee Slade in his side, knocking him off balance a bit. Slade, then quickly pinned his legs down as well with his knees. The position was awkward to say the least.

Robin began to struggle again at the cruel way Slade had pinned him under his weight. He was going to have bruises on his thighs from Slade's knees the next morning. Although he knew he hadn't a chance at getting free, he continued to struggle against Slade's weight.

Suddenly, to both their surprise, during all the struggling, Robin had accidentally brushed up against Slade in a place that had become rather firm due to the adrenalin. To Robin's surprise, he'd had the same problem.

Robin quickly darted his gaze away from Slade, hoping he hadn't noticed, but to Robin's surprise Slade pressed himself downward into contact with him again. Robin jolted at the twinge in his groin and instinctively brushed himself against the contact. Slade tightened his grip on Robin's thin wrists and responded by doing the same, perhaps himself, completely on instinct, but after he'd done it once, he failed to stop. Robin could feel a sudden wave of heat surge through him, barely even realizing what was going on. He'd forgotten about the mission, forgotten about his friends, about fighting, the only thing he could think of was how damn good it felt. Robin's tense body relaxed as he laid back, enjoying the pleasant sensations of the friction created by the continuous dry humping.

Suddenly, Robin was snapped back to reality when he heard the sound of Slade unclasping the plastic utility belt that circled his hips. "n-no" His breathing was still erratic from moments before.

"Quiet" Robin heard something in Slade's voice that had never been there before. It sounded like a mix of aggression and impatient, almost uncontrollable lust. The thought sent another wave of hormones over Robin as the belt was removed and tossed several feet aside.

Robin made a slight gasp as Slade grabbed at his dark green pants. "… ah …" he closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. He could feel his entire body fill with heat as Slade unbuttoned and drew down the zipper of his pants. He let out another gasp as Slade reached in his pants to retrieve that most intimately sensitive piece of anatomy. Slade teased him for a while, enjoying the way Robin squirmed, before becoming impatient himself. He began wrestling with the boy's pants, and in a fit of frustration and impatience, ripped them off.

Robin let out a light groan in frustration at the lack of sensation as Slade let go of him. Slade chuckled to himself at the thought of Robin being so desperate … well; he was a teenager after all. Slade himself remembered struggling with his hormones at that age. Slade quickly began unbuckling and unzipping himself. Robin looked down at found himself once again … outmatched by Slade. He wasn't sure if he should run, scream, or send in a picture to National Geographic.

"Brace yourself, Robin"

When he realized what Slade was attempting to do, he was immediately filled with panic. He tried desperately to struggle away, but he was mercilessly pinned. "Please, no!"

Slade didn't even consider stopping, he'd already gone this far, and he wasn't leaving this without a little release. He forced Robin's legs apart a little farther. … He hadn't any idea how he was going to do this without any sort of lubrication. He was ill prepared. Why shouldn't he be? The thought of fucking Robin certainly never crossed his mind. … However; he did like the idea.

Robin squirmed and struggled as he felt the end of Slade's … for lack of a better word, enormous member was pressed against his entrance. It felt like it was on fire, it was so hot, and for some reason, that thought turned Robin on. Suddenly, and without warning, Slade began trying to press himself into him. Robin let out a shriek at the pain. He could feel warm tears welling up inside his eyes as he looked down and to his dismay Slade hadn't even gotten in past the tip.

"Relax, Robin" His voice sounded frustrated. He was almost growling at him.

"I … can't!" Robin cried out as Slade continued to shove more of himself into him. Robin let out another helpless scream, and could feel his arousal dying down. "Please, Slade! N-no more"

Slade, more out of the realization that this would be impossible then out of mercy, reluctantly pulled himself out. Immediately afterwards he dismounted and knelt next to Robin, pulling him forward by his hair onto his hands and knees. "Unless you want me to force you into your previous predicament …" his speech sounded rushed and aggressive "I suggest you get started." Slade pulled Robin by his hair to his hard errection.

Robin was surprised at the hard, rather large object thrusted towards him. He wasn't quite sure where to start. … It wasn't that he was afraid or disgusted, though had he not been aroused himself he probably would have been. … It was that it was so … big.

Realizing quickly Robin's dilemma, Slade chuckled to himself. "Too much for you to handle, Robin?" he trailed a hand down Robin's taught stomach down to his arousal.

Robin let out a slight gasp as he reluctantly answered "n-no."

"Then get on with it already"

Obediently, Robin widened his mouth and slowly pulled it inside. "mmMmm"

Slade's hand tightened on him. "Good boy" he began stroking rhythmically "but don't just sit there. Use your tongue."

Robin did as instructed, and was promptly rewarded for it; Slade's touch getting tighter, and faster. "Mmm" Robin let out a few muffled moans at the stroking. He'd never experienced this kind of stimulation before. Not only was he a virgin, but Robin had never allowed himself the release that his teenaged body craved.

Robin soon found himself nearing his arrival, speeding up his pace on Slade, running his tongue over the tip and bobbing his head for good measure. Robin felt himself getting hotter by the second, moving in rhythm with Slade's strokes. He let out what appeared to be a loud muffled groan as he climaxed. He immediately pulled away from Slade and fell back. He wasn't about to suck Slade off.

"Robin" Slade warned, "Need I remind you of what will happen if you refuse to comply?"

Robin spoke, panting between words "Go to … hell."

"I don't much care for the tone you're taking with me, boy" Slade sounded a combination of amused and enraged "you're not in aposition to refuse."

Robin could see by the way Slade eyed him that this was far from an empty threat. … It's not like he was left with a choice. "… Fine" he leaned forward and took Slade back into his mouth, picking up where he'd left off, trying to speed things along.

"Slowly" Slade urged, grabbing Robin by his hair, moving him in a circular motion.

Frustrated with how agonizingly slowly things were going Robin pulled away. "What's in it for me?"

"I'll call off the attack" Slade was growing more impatient.

"Do it now or no deal."

Without hesitation, Slade reached down to his belt and called off his drones, then swiftly grabbed Robin by his hair and forced himself into his mouth.

"MMMF!" Robin sounded as though he was trying to yell something at him. Slade had little interest in what was coming out of his mouth at the moment.

Slade, still gripping Robin's ebony hair tightly, tilted his head back, and forced more of himself down the boy's throat. Robin struggled, trying desperately to breathe, which seemed to arouse Slade more. He let out a groan and cruelly thrust himself farther down the boy's throat. Robin began to struggle animalistically to free himself from the painful, large, throbbing mass that was brutishly blocking his airway. Most of his fighting was out of instinct, due to the fact that Slade was choking him. The vibrations sent from the struggling, as well as the mental factor of seeing Robin choking on his cock became too much for Slade, and he let out a low groan as he came.

Robin was disgusted to find himself with a mouth-full of a hot, sticky, milky substance, with an awful, bitter, salty taste.

"Swallow it"

Robin shuddered at the thought and got ready to spit it out, but before he could do so Slade covered his mouth and nose, inhibiting him from breathing until he swallowed. Robin felt himself gag the first time he tried to force it down, but eventually he'd swallowed all of it and let out a gasp as Slade released him from his grip.

Slade stayed for a moment to catch his breath and make himself decent before he left. Robin tried to force himself after him, but he was left weakened from the experience. He could barely get his legs to close enough to put his torn pants back on, which was in itself a chore. He decided he wouldn't let Slade get away with what he'd done.

Robin made certain that he'd made it back to the tower before his team did, holding his torn pants up, looking down at the white stains on his red shirt from the semen that had fallen out of his mouth. He was disgusted with it … disgusted with himself. It was evidence of their encounter.

He'd get rid of the uniform, but now wasn't the time to worry about it. He had one thing on his mind, a shower. He felt filthy. How could he have let Slade use him in such a way? He was disgusted with himself.

He turned on the hot water and let it run for a minute while he undressed. Pulling those sweat and semen-soaked clothes off of him nearly triggered his gag reflex. Seeing himself in the mirror provided added humiliation. He could see the bruises on his wrists and thighs from when he was pinned … and ofcourse … the blood from when Slade had tried to penetrate him.

He sat at the edge of the shower for a minute, adjusting the water temperature until it was hot, but not to the point of scalding … though he felt like he needed to burn away some of the filth, he wasn't going to do so at his own expense. The hot water felt heavenly upon his skin. He enjoyed the sensation of the water running through his hair, then down and off his body, washing away the sweat, blood, and semen from his body. For him, this wasn't just a shower, it was a baptism. It felt purifying. The water seemed to wash away all the disgust, shame, and regret. Even if only for a moment, he could forget, and wash his mind clear.

The relief was short-lived. Even with the warmth and comfort of his body being clean, his mind began to drift back to that scene. … He began to replay it, over and over, like a broken record … of how Slade had used him … taken advantage of him … seduced him. It was at that point he'd realized the effects his thoughts were having over his body. He looked down and saw that he'd become aroused yet again. … You've got to be kidding.

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(Hurray for new fan fic! Keep in mind, this is the third Sladin fic I've done (I've scrapped the other two 'cause I got board with the story line … plus I never took the time to re-read them before I posted them.) I like this one best, Robin's not some weak victim, and more of the struggles are in his mind … plus, there are too many Slade/Robin rape scenes. Slade seems too calculating to be a rapist. He wouldn't have to, he'd just manipulate Robin into doing what he wanted ... but I digress. I'd love to get your opinion on this one (I probably rushed things, but I made sure to save room for all the good stuff to be in the next few chapters.))