Title: "Please, don't tell."

Prompt: Enemy

Rating: M, sexual conduct and some dubious consent

Characters: Raven / Malchior, Malchior / Robin

Notes: The direct sequel to "In Your Sights". Malchior's question at the end shows that their little affair may not continue to be consensual on Robin's part.

It did not start off innocently. Robin isn't even sure how it started; one moment he was flipping Malchior onto his back (because finally he had bested the dragon) and the next he knew he was pressing his lips against the dragon's and was going ass over teakettle. What began in the training room was a battle of egos, fighting to put the other into submission.

Robin thought he'd won at first. Now he isn't so sure.

When he got up, he pulled up his pants, tugged his collar up to hide a hickey, and glared.

"Tell no one," he rasped. (Now he knew why Raven was always so loud; it felt like he'd torn his own throat just to choke back any noise.)

"Robin, now who would I tell?" Malchior shot back, calm despite the fact he had bite marks on his thighs and a bruise on his collarbone. (How would he explain those to Raven?)

Robin paled. Whom could he tell? The tabloids, his enemies, his friends?

Raven? Oh god, Starfire?

Malchior smirked as the realization struck him. Only then did the dragon get up and make himself presentable. As he began to leave, he made a point to brush—gently, like a caress—against his arm and Robin's knees began to shake.

"Shall we carry on with training tomorrow, Robin?"

"…yes." ("I'll do anything, please don't tell.")

"It is hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head."

-- Sally Kempton