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Summary: Fanon Au. Being 18 years old and in a secret relationship with his art teacher Adrian while living with his homophobic grandfather should be problematic enough for Robin. Yet when his grandfathers former protege learns of his relationship he demands to be paid for his silence...

Smut, dub con and blackmail

Notes: yes this update is review motivated, thanks for the feedback :) and the second Sunday with an update^^


Breakfast before school on a Friday

His grandfather studied him with open worry in his eyes during their breakfast. Well today had been the first day on which missed his training because of sleeping late, or so he had claimed. Honing the skills his parents gave him was his way of paying them his respect. And now he missed it in favor for sleeping in? That sounded weak even to him, he could understand his old mans worry but it wasn't like he could tell the true was it?

-Entering a closed, soundproof room with Slade and his new attitude is scaring me-. Nope, sure the man was very attractive but Robin preferred to be the in control of a relationship, simply because he would be the sexually submissive partner. His desire for toys, different sizes and textures of phallic shaped objects, got him a pretty clear impression. He didn't dare to actually buy any of these toys, the fear of getting caught was too strong, but there were other ways to experiment, especially in his private bathroom with different shampoo bottles.

The easy part with his art teacher was that he was attractive and sexually experienced, yet one word about abuse of power would be enough to ruin his career. A few fake tears should take care of his family. Yet Slade wouldn't have a problem with a higher authority, Robin was the defenseless prey and they both knew it. A power the older man seemed to reveal in, how he had claimed his virginity for his own made him shiver and to his shame not only in fear.

Inwardly grimacing as the door to the kitchen opened he watched as Slade greeted his grandfather first and focused on him. The single gray eye focused on him and he yawned in return, his mouth open-wide and both hands still on the cutlery, as scared as he was of Slade, the younger man wouldn't go down without a fight. So he ignored one disproving look from his grandfather and the dangerous glint in Slade's eye while he excused himself from the meal. Really who would have thought of the school as some sort of sanctuary?


School

Secretly flirting with Adrian during their lesson was just the rush of power he needed. All the aerialist needed to do was to brush the tip of his pencil against his lips or suck on it as if in deep thought. Adrian would constantly look to him, focused on the movement of his lips while almost losing the ability to continue teaching. He was tempted to ask the man how he should hold his pencil, maybe even have him stand behind him so he could press against his growing erection which none of the other students seemed to notice. Yet as entertaining as the thought was Slade's claim to be his first still lingered in his mind. It was true he was still a virgin, giving head was easy he still had full control over his partner, but t let another take him required trust. He sighed softly, teasing his art teacher forgotten, and focused on the current problem. What should he do? Teasing the older man had been fun, yet he was already regretting it. Disrespect the man who blackmails you and values respect. Sometimes his temper really got the better of him didn't it?. It wasn't like he could just run away. Having chosen the security of the stable home his grandfather gave him rather than his extended family in the circus made sure that he wouldn't be welcomed back with open arms. Living on the streets didn't seem like an appealing prospect either. He would go home and he would have a plan for sure.

A soft movement in his pocket made him pause, his mobile-phone? Curious he took it out and read the text message:

Samuel, an old friend, is rather sick. I will be gone for at least a day. Use the weekend to rest your tiredness might be the first sign of a flue, love grandfather

Shocked he clicked as the second message turned up:

I expect you home by 8pm little bird