*Author's note: This is inspired by a fic I read on DeviantArt, called Gems of Chack (also an excellent pairing) by Crystallicsky. The stories are mine, and the pairing is Sladin, but that's where I got the idea. Anywho, if you haven't figured it out, these are short Sladin stories featuring different precious or semi-precious stones.*
Slade's hand moved slowly, carefully across the soft skin. The boy beneath him was so beautiful this way, skin pale and dampened with sweat. The faintest of moans drifted up to his ears and he smiled. His hands kept moving, tracing delicately across Robin's back. He wanted to savor this, to make it last forever, but he knew it would be kinder to end it soon. After all, he mused, the boy was his now. He could do this as often as he liked.
There were a thousand thoughts flashing through Robin's mind. He was on a bed somewhere, in a brightly lit room. He'd been captured by Slade, who had given him some kind of drug. He was naked, and he was covered in sweat. But the thought his mind kept returning to was "It isn't working." The drug had immobilized him, certainly, but he could still feel every excruciating moment. "IT ISN'T WORKING!" His brain screamed it at him, over and over. A faint moan burst from his mouth, the only sound he could make in his paralyzed state. He heard Slade chuckle above him as those strong, steady hands moved inexorably.
"Shh, my pet," murmured Slade "It will be over soon." He paused to wipe the blade, then gently began to carve the "d". As the mind of the boy beneath him broke from the pain, Slade thought of how wonderful it all was. His bird, lying on his bed, with his name carved into that smooth, pale back. The blood provided a beautiful contrast, dripping down that alabaster skin like liquid garnets. "Never fear, Robin," Slade whispered softly "When I'm done, the whole world will know you're mine."