My new drabble collection! A-Z Sladin! :D
I couldn't resist having 'Apprentice' as A. I could have done so much with it but this is quite simple, really.
Contains mature content.
Hope you enjoy!(:
Apprentice
After all this time, Robin had never gone back.
He wondered if his team...ex team had given up searching for him. Or rather, when they had, as it wasn't likely they were still looking for him now. Slade hadn't let him face his team after the last time – there were too many risks. So he'd taken the teen away, away from Jump, away from his friends, his team.
And now two years later, Robin found he didn't actually mind.
Slade wasn't evil-evil (although if he could mind read, Robin would most certainly be dead, or at least in a lot of pain for suggesting it). He didn't starve him, or make him any more miserable. He didn't beat him, didn't force him to do anything more than steal. Robin knew that most of this only benefitted the man himself; a starved and broken apprentice would be no good. If he forced Robin to kill, he would be un-cooperative, and hate his life, and the teen knew that Slade knew he would be no good if he was forced. He had to learn.
So training often involved the battering of many robots which were programmed to be way more human than a robot should be, to get Robin used to the feel. And Robin was getting used to the feel. He was getting used to everything, to stealing, to the thrill of the chase, to Slade himself.
Sometimes it scared him to be so comfortable around the man. He was a killer, a ruthless killer, and Robin could mostly relax around him. It unnerved him, but at the same time he was glad he hadn't spent all this time glancing over his shoulder every two seconds, for fear a one eyed man would spring up and beat him.
Robin had, of course, seen him without his mask, and vice versa. The white hair and eye patch had come a little bit of a surprise, but it suited the man. He was rugged, handsome, even. This, plus the purring voice, the actual verbal praise he was given, the 'special' feeling he gave Robin, all added up to Robin's tiny crush on the man.
He had a killer body, too (no pun intended). Robin would sometimes stare as he caught the man walking round the hideout shirtless or close to naked, and judging by the smirk on Slade's face, he would guess the man spotted him, or just knew he was that hot. The teen guessed it was a bit of both.
His reluctance to turn to the 'bad side' was the only thing stopping him from starting something with the man. Any other arguments were stupid. He wouldn't meet anyone else he could be himself with, who knew both sides of him. That was if Slade let him be with anyone else. Slade didn't seem old and that question had been answered six months after his capture, when the man had shown Robin the extent of his healing abilities by running a sword through his own ribs.
Robin shook his head. Too much information was passing through his brain as he thought over the last two years and now was a rare time he was allowed to rest. He was sitting on his bed, pushed into the corner of a practically bare room. It wasn't grim and ugly, contrary to what you might believe, but Robin simply didn't want to decorate it. His old room in the tower had been the same.
He was about to get up to shower when more thoughts came into his head and he paused to 'file' them. A little guilt at the stealing he'd been doing, but he rarely felt guilty about that anymore. He was getting used to it, like the dummies in training. He didn't even care that Slade was winning. He had never stood a chance. The man was deadly, he had always held back in their fights. Robin knew when he had lost. Besides, it wasn't like he was unbearable; they flirted on a regular basis. He was easy to be around.
Robin stood up, engrossed in thoughts of Slade. In thoughts of loneliness, in the realisation that Slade was really the only person he had left. He imagined them being in a 'relationship' – of a completely sexual nature, of course, no strings attached. As he stripped to get into the shower, he imagined Slade doing this to him, pulling off his black shirt, his tight trousers, his underwear. Running his finger down the dip in his spine as he reached to turn the shower on, grabbing his hips as they stepped into the shower.
Warmth pooled in his groin as he slipped his hand down from his hip to gently cup his cock, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to let the water stream over his face as he began stroking his rapidly swelling length with one hand. He groaned as he began to get all hot and bothered, imagining Slade's huge, somewhat calloused hand stroking him rapidly, the other hand tugging on his nipple, before sliding down his side, past his hip and round between his legs to probe at his hole.
Groaning again, Robin gently pushed one, and then two fingers past the tight ring of muscle and into the space beyond. His fingers weren't long enough to cause him any real pleasure, but the image of Slade just popping the head through in slow, shallow thrusts was enough to make him arch, impossibly close to release as he teased and stroked his very full erection. He hadn't done this in a while and found it ridiculously easy to come after a short masturbation.
After he shuddered his release, he stood under the shower for a while, scrubbing off whatever sweat, cum and general grime he had on him. Then he exited, dried himself off and pulled on some pyjamas before slipping into bed, as some of his darker emotions began to overwhelm him...
A few days passed. Robin handed in a German assignment, they sparred for five hours straight each day, and every shower time, Robin found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, desperate for it to be the man touching him.
Right now, they were lying on a roof across the road from a short, bald man in a suit carrying a large briefcase. That briefcase was full of small weapons belonging to the man who had hired them to take him down, and they were waiting for him to go into the small alley nearby, where he would meet with the man he was giving them to, so they could jump him easily.
Just then, the man began to move and Robin followed Slade across the rooftops. They ran and jumped quickly and quietly, dressed in complete black save for Robin's silver 'S' above his heart. Robin wouldn't be doing any actual killing, just watching how Slade did it. He was fine with watching Slade for now, though, considering the man's bulging muscles flexed rather nicely beneath the black Kevlar, and Robin was slightly ashamed to admit to checking out the man's ass.
They continued on, though, until they reached the alleyway, and waited for the man to arrive. The one receiving the weapons was already there, and Robin saw Slade eyeing him but apparently decided against killing him, for now. They were, of course, still on the rooftops, which were lower here, but they were confident they couldn't be spotted.
It took the man ten minutes to arrive. Robin was not a patient person but a quick look from a single steel eye, surrounded by the orange that made up the left side of his mask, Robin huffed quietly and waited impatiently. Finally though when the man did appear, Slade stepped forwards and in a single leap he was off the roof, his sword slicing through the man's neck. Slade grabbed the briefcase, stabbed the wide-eyed receiver in the throat, and leaped back up to where Robin was waiting. Quick and efficient. Robin barely even batted an eyelid.
As they made their way back, Slade ordered Robin to give him an account of exactly what he'd done, how long it had taken for him to jump, to draw his sword, for the men to die. Robin, knowing by now what was expected of him, recalled the events perfectly and the man nodded, satisfied.
Giving the briefcase to the client and receiving money didn't take long, so they were soon back at Slade's hideout. The man ordered him to do his maths homework before going to take a shower himself, and Robin sighed as he sat down with a pencil, staring at the daunting tasks.
He did the first question quickly, but not as quickly as he could have done. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of Slade to focus on the questions. He began to think about it more. Slade wouldn't let him go. He'd train him until he was a killer, until he was so used to this lifestyle that he wouldn't be able to break away, much like Slade himself. He wouldn't escape this. He couldn't be a hero any more.
So why bother holding back?
Robin knew Slade preferred male company, even if he did shag the occasional woman, so that wasn't an issue. He wasn't exactly the worst person ever. He wasn't insane, he wasn't completely cold hearted. He was smart, he could be pretty funny. It wasn't like Robin could be with anyone else for the moment, so why bother trying to stop what was apparently inevitable? He knew Slade wasn't likely to say 'no', if Robin asked for it.
So, strengthening his resolve, Robin stood up and made his way to Slade's quarters. He reached the large room with the large bed that Slade owned and pulled his shirt off, and then pushed his trousers down, his heart beating rapidly, partially nervous, partially excited. He reached the en-suite, where he heard the shower running, and took a deep breath and entered.
There was a shower curtain in front of the shower, and Robin wondered if Slade knew he was here. Putting that thought out of his head, he steeled himself, pushed his underwear and socks off and pulled the shower curtain open enough for him to enter, and stepped in.
Slade was facing where he'd come in, his thick, white hair plastered to his head. He had apparently taken off his eyepatch to wash his hair and face, and now he stood facing Robin, in the midst of putting it on, water running down his muscled body. His molten silver eye stared directly into Robins', and the boy took a deep breath and another step forwards, determinedly running his hands over the man's hard, wide chest, down over his abs and then behind his back and up again, stepping closer still, his eyes fixed on Slade's face as he finished tying the eyepatch,.
Then the man's previously expressionless face twisted into a smirk and the look in his eye turned hungry.
"So you worked it out, then? 'If you can't beat them, join them'?" He said, and Robin sighed with a nod, his lips meeting Slade's chest softly. It didn't even surprise him that he probably had this planned all along. It didn't matter anymore.
Then Robin felt a pair of large, warm hands run down his sides and cup his bare ass, and he shivered, leaning in to the man, who began to knead the flesh with his hands. Robin started to get hard, but was delighted to find he was not the only one affected by the heat that seemed to envelop the two bodies.
Robin looped his arms around Slade's neck and pulled himself up to press his lips against his Master's, and the man pushed his ass up so his legs wrapped around Slade's hips as he devoured the teen's mouth, kissing him for all he was worth, and Robin gave as good as he got, craving this heat, this lust, this...freedom, of sorts.
The teen ran his fingers through Slade's thick hair as they kissed greedily, tugging his face closer, grinding slightly against the man's thickening length. He moaned softly as he grew harder himself, and Slade smirked as he rubbed his tongue hard against Robin's, gripping the boy tightly, idly thinking that this was a pretty good kiss despite Robin being a beginner.
Robin himself was thinking that this was way better than 'pretty good'. This was hot, fiery hot; he could feel every contour of the man's chest against his own, he could feel the cock pressing at his ass, he could feel the man's hands, kneading his ass. He had to pull away, gasping for air before he blacked out, and a smirking Slade began to attack his neck, leaving a shivering and shuddering Robin with marks which wouldn't fade. The teen moaned his approval at the treatment, feeling the hot water cascading over their bodies, adding to the hot, steamy, slickness of it all.
Slade then turned off the shower, however, and stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around them and drying them quickly, pausing to massage Robin's aching erection, and the teen groaned at the feeling. Slade smirked, threw the towel away and resumed kissing the dizzied teen, leading him into the bedroom as he did so. Soon they were on the bed and Robin was exploring the man's body with his lips, hands and tongue.
He marvelled in how hard it was compared to his own. The man appeared to be made out of solid muscle. Robin took his time over his nipples, enjoying how they got hard under his touch, and then went down to Slade's nether-regions, heart beating nervously. What if he couldn't do this...?
But he turned out to be a natural, or so Slade would tell him later, as he sucked the head into his mouth and rubbed the bottom with his hand, closing his eyes, actually enjoying himself. His mouth sank deeper and deeper until most of it was down his throat and then he glanced up at Slade with half lidded, bright blue eyes, filled with desire. He felt the man tense and saw him take a deep breath and smirked as he realised he'd just made him lose control for a second.
As payback, Slade grabbed Robin's hair and started to fuck his throat. It hurt quite a bit but Robin focused on teasing, rubbing and massaging the man's balls, until he pulled his cock out of Robin's throat and pulled him up suddenly, so he was sprawled on top of him, an expression of endearing shock on his face. Slade noted he was still hard and smirked, flipping them over, deciding to explore Robin's body himself.
He soon had the teen gasping, arching and moaning, sweat covering his body, his legs spread wide as the man fisted his cock and pushed two fingers up his ass. Robin could feel nothing but pleasure, heat and arousal flooding through his body as he moaned for Slade to just get on with it. The man smirked, quickly coating his shaft with lube on the bedside table, and sat back, pulling Robin back on top of him.
"Go on, apprentice," he smirked as the boy sat in his lap, staring down at the two, angry erections pressed together between them. He glanced back up into the aroused, predatory silver eye and took a deep breath, steadying himself on Slade's shoulders with one arm around them, the other gripping the base of Slade's cock. And then he was pushing down, moaning, his head thrown back in pleasure as he sank down on the man's erection.
"Fuck," he groaned as the felt himself being filled rather rapidly. "Fuck," he gasped again as he was sitting on the man fully now, Slade's cock throbbing inside him. "Oh, God, fuck me," he gasped, staring desperately into Slade's eye. The man felt a powerful wave of arousal and dominance crash over him and, with a growl, flipped them over and did as the boy asked.
Robin groaned and moaned, barely able to do anything but hold onto him and take it as he thrust in and out roughly, with long, yet fast strokes which clipped his prostate every time. He was gasping and keening and moaning wildly, clinging onto the man's hair as they ravished each other's mouths. Why had he waited so long to do this? This was heaven!
"God," he groaned, and Slade smirked, biting the boy's neck roughly in reward for being named a deity. Robin managed to weakly push his hips back, seeking more contact as he was well and truly fucked. Slade was pretty sure the teen had come at least twice by now, and he grinned as he continued marking the slender column of his apprentice's throat.
"Oh, fuck, Slade," Robin screamed, and his last release was his final one, as Slade couldn't hold back after seeing the boy's face as he was overcome by pleasure. They came together in one roaring fire of passion and Robin whimpered as he slumped onto the mattress, hot cum soaking his and Slade's stomachs. He could just about feel it dripping out of his ass but ignored it, too busy focusing on the high that he had just experienced.
Gasping for air, he just lay on Slade's bed for a while, barely aware of the man slumping next to him. When he finally regained his senses, it was to the man shuffling down the bed again.
"Whaa-?" he mumbled eloquently, and Slade smirked.
"Just cleaning you up."
And then Robin felt a hot, wet member swipe over, around and in his entrance, and gasped as he realised Slade was genuinely licking his ass. He spread his legs a little more, unsure of how his body could be so eager for more when he felt he could sleep for a hundred years. However, his cock began to grow again as Slade's tongue fucked him and he moaned as the man licked his shaft, balls and entrance, and proceeded to pleasure him until he came.
Thankfully it didn't take as long but Robin was now on the verge of falling asleep. Slade couldn't bring himself to kick the boy out, instead lifting him up and carrying him back to the shower. And as the man scrubbed him down, he realised Robin wasn't just an apprentice anymore. He was a partner. And Robin realised that he didn't have a single regret, and knew then that he was truly under the man's power, but it didn't matter.
Because this was where he belonged.
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