Title: Fallen
Author: Rai Maroi

Fandom: Teen Titans
Genre: Romance/Angst/Tragedy
Rating: M, Mature audiences only!
Pairing: Slade/Robin, Slade/Robin?
Summary: Sometimes all we really need is a way to vent. Both Slade and Robin find that out the hard way.

Note: The songs used are not my own. They are products of the wonderful Alternative Rock band by the name of Evanescence.

Chapter Five: Bring Me to Life

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Robin opened his eyes, realizing he wasn't on his cot, but in a soft and silk-covered bed. He saw the colors and knew then. Quietly, he sighed to himself and gently turned over in the man's arms to face him. It seemed as if he was asleep. Slowly, he ran his hands over his own body to find that he was bare. "Slade…"

Leading you down into my core.
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul.

"You know… don't you, Slade?" Robin whispered. Tears welled in his eyes. He averted his eyes upward to keep the tears at bay. He sniffed, but the tears finally fell free with a touch of Slade's hand. "Damn it."

"Yes. I know."

"How lo-long have you be-been awake?"

"I'm an insomniac. I don't sleep." Robin closed his eyes as he tried to think of a plan quickly. What would give him less pain?

"Are you… made for me… cutting myself?"

"Not necessarily. It is only common sense you would resort to that after the… when you're depressed."

"After my rape was what you were about to say."

"Yes. However, that is irrelevant for now. I am more interested in the design you chose. Why a bat with an S?"

"It symbolizes your fight against Ba—my old mentor and yourself. I had been in his shadow, and you were also in his shadow. You're just trying to take over his work. I'm not sure exactly." The man traced the design onto his chest. Both were surprised by the boy's response.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold.

"Why your thighs, Robin?"

"I wanted to hide it as long as possible. I didn't want you to find out and punish me for it." Again, Robin was stunned at the truth that had come from his mouth so freely and willingly.

"On the contrary, little Robin. I love how you did the design. It's a bit choppy and could be cleaned up here and there; otherwise, it's a beautiful work of art." Slade leaned on one elbow, trailing the fingertips of his other hand down to the boy's hip. "The only difference between that bat's symbol and this one is that it combines his and mine into one. But the difference between him and me personally… I love you like a real person. He only cared." Slade placed a chaste kiss to the boy's pert nose, watching as it wrinkled and wriggled. "I love you. I'll never hold you back, never put you under my shadow, Robin."

Until you find it there and lead it back home.

"Slade."

"Only when you're ready now." Gentle lips kissed a pale throat that was exposed. "I won't force you a second time. Your decision. You set the pace, place, and time. Only when you're ready because I… I love you, Robin, like no other could… can… will."

Wake me up inside.

The declaration of Slade's admiration made Robin go speechless with his mouth wide open. He closed it and tried to speak. He did this several time, but nothing came. All he did was make himself look like a fish out of water, gasping to breathe again. Finally, he was able to form words once again after he took a deep breath, calming himself. "I don't know if what this feeling is is love for you. I'm so much younger than you and it isn't right for us to be doing this."

Wake me up inside.

"No one needs to know, Robin."

"They'll find out eventually."

"We'll deal with it then."

"Slade… I don'tlove you, but I do lust for you."

"Lust can easily turn into love."

"Even hatred or loathing."

Call my name and save me from the dark.

"Robin…" Slade straddled the boy's lithe hips. He leaned down until his lips were mere centimeters above the kid's. "I'll only give you pleasure from now on. The pain will be inevitable though."

Robin turned his head before those lips touched his. They brushed his cheek instead. "I want to, Slade, but I'm not fully ready."

Bid my blood to run before I come undone.
Save me from the nothing I've become.

The boy sat huddled over himself as the shower heads all sprayed down onto him, washing away sweat and tears. He had scrubbed his body raw until his skin turned red. He wanted everything gone. He wanted to be able to scrub the scars on his thighs off and take it all back, but no matter how fiercely he washed, it wouldn't disappear. That was when he had fallen to the floor, curled in on himself, and began to cry tears no one would be able to distinguish between the water drops.

Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me here.

Slade placed a hand on Robin's shoulder. The boy jerked and fled from the touch. The kid turned around with wide blue eyes to stare at the man. Those eyes widened farther, if they could, because of the fact that Slade was bare. The boy cornered himself against the wall. Slade kneeled in front of him, but those eyes never flicked up to his face.

"Robin." Still, those eyes didn't waver from where they were trained. "Look at me, Robin." Finally, with a grip of the boy's jaw, Robin looked up. "I will never hurt you, little Robin," he whispered and captured a pair of surprised lips with his own. He ran his tongue over those lips, but they never parted in permission. Sighing, he pulled away. "That's fine. I won't use force."

Breathe into me and make me real.

"Wha-What are y-you doing in he-here, S-Sl-Slade?" the boy shivered out. The question was warded off with a shake of the man's head. The man stood and left Robin there, shuddering and chattering his teeth from the cold.

Bring me to life.

"I want you to live your life to the fullest… but how can I make you do that when you don't trust me?"

"I do trust you! I do!"

"Enough to have sex with me? Enough to trust me not to bring harm to you?" There was silence. The only sound that interrupted the silence was the steady beat of the water pounding against the tiled floor. The silence was an answer in itself for Slade. "I though that was the case, Robin." Without another word spoken, Slade departed from the shower, leaving the boy to think everything over.

Wake me up inside.

He had two options. One, he could ignore Slade and pretend that nothing had happened. Two, he could confront Slade, apologize, and deal with everything then. In his opinion, he would choose the former over the latter, but he knew he would have to confront the man sometime and sort everything out then. However, if he chose the latter, he would have it over and done with that much sooner.

Robin cursed himself beneath his breath vividly as he shut the shower off. Grabbing his robe, he chose the latter.

Wake me up inside.

His body agreed with him, making him uncomfortable between his legs now. Something heavy seemed to settle in his lower stomach. He rubbed at his belly, trying to get rid of the feeling, but it wouldn't leave.

Call my name and save me from the dark.

"Slade! Wait please!" Robin called out to the retreating man. To his surprise, he did. As he approached the man from behind, he could feel his face warm up and his heart racing and his throat constrict to form a lump in the back. "I want to talk," he whispered, barely, making him wonder if Slade had heard him at all. "I need to talk." Slade nodded his understanding and lead the way to his room. Robin shut the door behind him.

"Well?" The man sat down on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. "You want to talk… so talk then."

Bid my blood to run before I come undone.

Robin took a calming breath, but could feel himself unraveling slowly, his resolve sinking away to be lost. "I do trust you. I… I—I want t-to." The man's brow rose in question. "I want to have sex with you, Slade," the boy said slowly, drawing out each word, each syllable, in turn. A shiver ran through his body at the mention of intercourse. A smile spread over the man's face for a mere moment before it disappeared. "Please, Slade?"

"Really and truly?" The boy nodded his head. The smile returned, but more inviting this time. Slade held his arms out and planted his feet firmly on the ground. The boy hesitated a moment before he ran to the man's embrace, burying his face into the warmth of the robe Slade wore. A gentle hand threaded through black, tangled hair. "I won't hurt you, Robin."

Save me from the nothing I've become.

"Just relax." Slade brought Robin's face to his, capturing the boy's lips in a loving kiss. Those same lips parted in invitation when a moist tongue begged for entrance. Blue eyes clenched shut as the boy concentrated on the kiss. So riveted on the clash of lips and tongue, in the fight for dominance, to where Robin never noticed he had been lifted to be settled onto the bed on his back until Slade was above him.

"Slade," he whispered. Robin looked down as the man untied both of their robes in a swift movement. The boy scooted back as he sat up on the bed. "How are we going to do this without pain?"

Slade hummed in thought. "We can do it hands and knees."

"That's degrading! I want to be in a position that isn't so dog-like," he mumbled. "Can't I be on my back?" Robin shivered. Fingertips circled his nipples in a sensual manner, but it still tickled him.

"That causes pain because of the compromising position."

"But what's left then?"

Bring me to life.

The bird shuddered beneath his touch at the glint in his eye. "You can sit in my lap," Slade whispered, loving the image he got himself. He knew the boy saw the same image because Robin's jaw dropped open and his eyes widened. The bird shuttered.

"If th-tha-that's all that i-i-is left."

"Trust me… it is," was whispered hotly in the teen's ear, causing a blush to form. Slade crawled over the other's form to settle his back against the headboard. One leg was bent at the knee to have it (the knee) clear off the bed by a good three to five inches. His cock stood stiff and blushing with the strain. An inviting look encouraged the teenager.

Robin smiled at the man, crawling to him on hands and knees. Before settling in the man's lap, their lips connected. Sapphire eyes closed at the wondrous sensation on his lips. Those eyes flung open at another type of sensation as it washed over him from his entrance. He broke the kiss to look over his shoulder, finding that Slade had his index buried into him to the third knuckle. He arched and grunted when the finger curled inside of him. "Ah, Slade."

"Does it hurt?"

"No. No. It's strange though."

"You will become accustomed to the feeling, my little bird." The boy gripped Slade's biceps, resting his head on a shoulder and trying to relax his body. He bucked. Slade took that as a go ahead and added two more fingers slowly. The teenager shuddered, clinging more tightly to Slade.

Frozen inside without your touch, without your love.

"More. I'm ready." Robin felt the fingers remove themselves from his body leaving him empty. He lifted his head and stared at Slade's eye in reassurance as he was lead to the man's leaking erection. Slowly, he lowered himself to be impaled. He seated himself fully in the man's lap and shifted for comfort.

"Robin—Dear God… You're still so tight… so warm!" Robin's eyes clenched shut before he remembered to breathe and relax. He leaned against the man inside of him, gaining time and his breath back. "Start moving, Robin. Are you okay to do that?"

"Y-Yeah," he shuddered. The teen braced his hand on the other's shoulder and the headboard behind him. Robin lifted himself until on the man's tip was still inside of him before plunging back down into his lap. 'I hate everything about you,' Robin thought. 'So why am I doing this for you?' The teen continued to lift and plunge himself down onto the man. His arousal rubbed teasingly against the man's chest, exciting them both farther.

Slade gripped the boy's length in his hand, having the thought to take care of it himself in his mind. He bent forward just enough to lick the tip when Robin rose up. That alone made the Boy Wonder hesitate in his pace. Slade mimicked the pace the teen had set. His fingers resting at the base when Robin was in his lap, seated, and near the head with a lick from his tongue when the man was nearly all the way out of the kid. The pace was quickened.

Pleasure pooled heavily in their stomachs as they came closer to their climax. Robin was the first to tumble over the rocky ledge, but was soon followed by Slade when the boy's walls clenched around him like a vice. 'Why do I love you?' ran through the teen's mind as he fell against Slade.

Darling, only you are the life among the dead.

'I do love him…' Robin thought, keeping his body from tensing. 'And he's all I have anymore.' The realization hit him as the man's arms wrapped around him to comfort. His own arms wrapped around the man's chest, pulling them close, as his head rested on a fairly comfortable shoulder.

"I love you so much, Robin." He placed a kiss to the teen's forehead. Blue eyes closed tightly before a tear fell. He licked the salty liquid away. "Don't cry. Are you in pain?"

"No," that broken voice whispered.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because… I love you too."

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see.

"I… I've always loved you, but you… you never saw it," the teen whispered.

"I see it now. I won't be in the darkness anymore when it concerns you."

"Really and truly?" Those sparkling blue eyes opened to look at the man's single eye. The eye closed and the head nodded. Robin tightened his hold and smiled. He pressed his lips to Slade's.

Kept in the dark but you were right there in front of me.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems.

"I've waited so long for you…" Slade murmured, parting his lips to allow Robin into his mouth. That tentative tongue moved slowly and cautiously until it came into contact with Slade's tongue. The two appendages danced gently. Slade cupped the back of Robin's head, keeping him there as he lifted his body off his lap to be more comfortable.

He whimpered at the loss. "Slade." The other's tongue darted into his mouth forcefully, deepening the kiss more.

Got to open my eyes to everything.
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul.

"Anything and everything of mine is now yours, my little Robin. There's nothing you don't own that's mine, me. I want to hear you say it again… Please."

Robin smiled, knowing the man was crazy over him. "I love you, Slade," he murmured, kissing the man's jaw.

Don't let me die here.
There must be something more.

Slade bent his head and stole another kiss from once innocent lips, kneaded a once innocent ass. Robin would never be innocent again. He had made certain of that and now the boy was all his to enjoy. "I love you too, Robin," Slade muttered and began to kiss, lick, bite, and suckle on the boy's throat. "Forever."

Bring me to life.

Spring Break, baby! I'm free for a week! It's perfect, but I won't be having the computer all week because my mother is also off work for the week and I have to share. Darn having to share… Internet was out when I typed this chapter up because my brother had it. ANOTHER thing I have to share. Dang… I have a lot of 'sharing' to do… and sharing issues. Here are reviews now.

Thank you to—

SladexRobinForever: Amazing. Well, I'm glad you liked that chapter. Hope you liked this one too.
Raven-loves-Sanji: It's possible. I just can't resist putting Robin in a skirt. I wasn't really aiming for 'cute'...
xOxSuchAClamityxOx: Yes'm. A gay dance club. Ya know... you guessing the ending is so horrible! I hate it when people assume things! They make an ass out of themselves sometimes...
Mitzumi Kare: Yes'm, well, I hadn't wanted to use Tourniquet for his suicide. He's already cut himself... he doesn't need to do it again to die... Now that you mention it... I can barely listen to Haunted myself, but I still love the song. The sound of every person who's been raped is screaming... It's horrible... -shivers-

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