This is one of those chapters! Where I got to warn you, this is one of the reasons it's labeled under M! Red light!
Warnings - possible character death, F'in' SEXUAL THEMES!
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Disclaimer - I no own nothin'
Chapter ten - Pleasant Tingle
Star was the first to act, or at least try to, slamming her fists against the door, denting it slightly, though being stopped almost immediately after.
"I wouldn't if I where you. I do own quite a few weapons." The speaker rang. The unsteady panicked breathing of their leader rang out as whatever the man was using to speak was brought to their friends lips. "Go ahead, Robin, cry for me." The team was frantic to retrieve the bird from this maniac, but what could they do, none doubting he would kill him if they tried anything. The speaker stayed on, the team able to hear everything the pair said or did, to shocked to move.
At first it was muffled sobs, though on the opposite side of the door the man stood over his toy, their leader, kissing him roughly, straddling his middle, his victim trying to buck him off, unable to breathe, near suffocating when the villain pulled away.
"Remember, Robin, your friends can hear, so do sing us a pretty song." A dark chuckle, a predators smirk aimed his way, making him shake, gulping, though the hero remained silent, suddenly having hands on his bare chest, not having had the opportunity to clothe himself since his attempt at showering. A single surprised screech exited his thin lips, before he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to avoid anymore. "Good boy." He moved to pinch the other unprotected nub, seeing the tears pouring down the pale, frightened features, moving the blanket down, past his slightly excited shaft. Before he was able to tease the member, his victim did the only thing that seemed plausible in the situation, he screamed, not in pleasure, but in full-blown panic, moving his knee to strike the underside of the beasts chin, the villain having moved to inspect his next task, a growl leaving his throat in response, the wounded Titan somehow able to run off the bed, not getting much farther than that, wounds still fresh from the last intrusion, crumbling to the hard tile, hissing as pain consumed him, though still trying to crawl away, a trail of cries following him, feeling the other grab his foot, pulling him back, a hand moving to his extension, running slowly from bass to head, making him bite harder to pink flesh.
Hours, it felt like hours when he couldn't hold them back any longer, mouth flying opened as a moan so pleading exited the boy's lips, the man couldn't help but chuckle slightly, gripping the boy's lower half. He knew what was to come next, wriggling his lower half, trying to escape the attack.
They all stood, though Beast Boy sat, leaning against the wall, trying to block out the voices, it being their turns to cup their ears, especially when they heard a gasp.
"No..."
"N-not there!"
"n-no! ~st-stop!~" Their was a moment of silence before the fearless leader shrieked, moaning like a street side whore, voice dripping with seduction as the man violated him.
The tongue slid past his cheeks, entering his hole, slurps sounding as the boy shivered in lust, not wanting to show any sign of enjoyment from the act, wanting to simply stop breathing, this being the worst possible turn of events, he- he was enjoying it.
"No... Not there! N-no! ~st-stop!~" It wasn't long when the screams of pure bliss forced their way out, making him hate himself fully, a loud sob still heard in the pool of ever-going lust, making the monster smirk.
"Good toy..." The panting Titan noted the change in wording, crying louder, though unable to stop the screams of ecstasy leaving him. He tried to crawl away, though his arms where like jelly, cock twitching, nearing release, but the man saw this, pulling back, moving his hand to tighten around his victim's length, turning him for but a second, if only to tie a string around the head. His face was flushed as he was returned to all fours, of at least two, arms refusing to stand, panting out.
"T-take it- o-off! G-gonna c-cum!" He stuttered, wriggling in the grasp, cheek touching the ground below, arms still like useless bags of straw, drooling as a finger traced his entry, making him tense, lying there for a moment before poking past his hole. He moaned.
"D-dosen't h-h-hur'?" His speech slurred greatly, noticing how his lower half tingled instead of burned, actually tingled, sending a shock of pleasure through his everything. Terrified, the bird tried to get his arms to work, only getting to his elbows before he was completely out of energy, huffing as the digit sunk deeper, a long ragged moan leaving his parted lips. Slowly, ever so slowly the man moved, making the tingle grow, shaft leaking pre-cum, unable to release, the boy's head leaning back as the man continued, dipping the tip of the second finger into his wet, tight end, hearing a hic-up, the boy panicking, though screeching in glee. A puddle of drool and tears sat under them, the boy seeing stars, Slade slowly curving his invader's, making the Titan scream in an explosive display of ecstasy, hitting his sweet spot, white sparks erupting in his vision, opening his mouth wide to release a sound that got even Slade excited, causing him to press the spot a bit harder, rubbing, earning a louder scream out of his toy, who seemed in a trance like state, the pleasant sting filling his everything, driving him mad.
"U-untie..." He received no response, a half hard cock finding its place over his entrance, making him grit his teeth, remembering his last experience with said events, expecting a great deal of pain, knowing his wounds would reappear, and pleasure would be replaced with pain. The head was pushed into his tight door, though slow, surprising the bird, it pushing forward, still slow, a hand grabbing his raven locks, pulling back, though the pain only added to his pleasure, shrieks leaving him. The man was nearly half way to bass when the lethal form decided the pace was to slow, driving him over the edge, pushing back with an uneven moan, pushing the alpha on, causing him to enter fully, burying to hilt, screams sounding as he exited only to reënter. The process continued, the hero moving into the thrusts, unable to control himself, feeling wave after wave of underlining bliss rack his form, making him shake wildly, hands balled into fists on the floor, screaming out, positively delicious phrases to the male on top of him.
"P-please...! M-more...! H-h-harder...! S-Slade!" That pushed his invader over the edge, an intense warmth filling him as the man dug deep, making him moan, eyes clouded in bliss, crossing for but a moment, hormones going wild at this point. He felt empty once the other pulled away, causing him to whimper, thrusting forward, mind mush at this point, extension aching between his thighs.
"Have you no shame." He smirked, the Titan not responding, thrusting the tile , not having cum since the experience had begun, whimpering until the other moved to his cock. "Ask nicely, Robin... Ask your master nicely and maybe I'll allow you to cum..." Even in his current state he hesitated, though only until the hand pulled away, panicking, saying the words under his breath at first. "What was that?" The microphone was brought to his lips, crackling as a sob started again.
"p-pl-please... L-l-let me c-cum..." He stopped, still reluctant to say the one word the other especially wanted to hear the broken bird say... But it eventually slipped past his tongue. "m...m-ma-master..." His cry worsened, his aching manhood being to much, feeling the string pulled away, making him scream once more, head shooting back as load after load left him, shaking violently by the end. The tears far out-weighted the drool as he was dropped to the ground, ashamed of himself, curling into a ball, ignoring his slightly tingling end as he cried freely, no longer caring, depression washing over him, leaving a heavy cloud to fill his chest, eyes shut tight, a flood leaking over, the villain leaving him to shiver in the cold room. Why hadn't his friends saved him? He thought, a click sounding five minutes after the other'd taken his leave, his team still with shock, The green changeling puking in disgust at the events that had occurred. How could that monster do something so horrible to their friend?!
Just looking at their once fearless leader made their hearts drop, crying fully, hands moved to hide his face, gripping his jet black locks, seeming to try and shrink into himself. A blanket was draped over him by the dark enchantress, using her magic to move him to the bed, nearly dropping him as a realization hit her.
"He's healed..."
His unconscious state took him to a place he really didn't want to go, the man's haunt. Though it was different. Instead of the cold grays and blacks, the atmosphere was filled with yellow and red, giving the room a warm feel, making him feel welcomed somehow. The tingling started in his lower half, making him blush.
"Hello, Robin." His head turned to look at an unmasked Slade, him feeling like he was watching from a distance as his doppelgänger smiled to the villain, graciously accepting a hot kiss from the other, having his head pulled back.
He was shocked awake, breathing heavily despite the dream not being near as unpleasant as usual, noticing the largeform standing at his bed side. He immediately started screaming, back arching with a pained expression playing his lips, trying to back away. Hands where there to hold him down almost immediately, a simple voice ringing out.
"Shhhh, shhhhh." He felt himself slowly calm, seeing his friends around him, looking down with pity filled eyes, making the boy feel awful, guilty for being such a burden to his friends, wanting to cry, but feeling it would be best if he didn't.
"Robin, you are healed somehow, but you still need to rest, take it easy, you've been through a traumatic experience." Their was a flashlight hovering over him to check if he was aware of his surrounding, he was. He nodded, closing his eyes, thinking back, feeling ashamed for the way he'd acted. Maybe he was just a common whore, the way he'd been acting, and his friends had heard... His eyes where wide for but a moment before falling shut again, his companions thinking that was strange, but simply waving it off as trauma. His friends had heard him! No! His team had heard him! How could he go on leading a team that saw him as nothing more than dirty, impure, unclean. He tightened his eyes, they knew, they all knew he was a slut, all knew he'd been violated by his worst enemy and enjoyed it. He couldn't shake the feeling of shame consuming him, the black goo growing thicker, saying but three words as he drifted into unconsciousness, a realization overcoming him, simply exhausted.
"...don't... tell, Batman..." His team-mates all looked at him with concern, feeling he'd somehow find out despite.
"What- why...?" Beast Boy, sat, trying to decode his thoughts, figure out what had just happened, though he already knew, just trying to cope somehow..
"That sick bastard!" They all turned to Starfire, wide eyed, where had she heard that word?!
"We-we need a plan." Cy spoke.
"How does someone plan for something like that?!" The changeling was frantic, breathing harsh.
"I don't know! We just... We need to comfort him somehow-"
"I agree, but fighting about what we need to do won't help." Raven decided to end the argument before it began, motioning to the table outside the kitchen
, Once all were seated, the enchantress spoke.
"First thing we should figure out is if we should seek professional help." They all looked at the tables surface, seeming afraid to speak, that was until the orange Titan whispered.
"No, that is for friend Robin to decide." They all nodded in agreement at that, taking note to ask him later in the day.
"What about Batma-"
"No! Robin said not to tell!" The youngest's fingers dug into the woods edge, tears in a puddle, as he interrupted the metal boy.
"But, he told us to tell him-"
"It's not up to him! It should be up to, R-Robin!" A hand laid on one of his shoulders, claw marks forming on the smooth top, despite him not having morphed, turning to see a cloaked form at his side.
"Beast Boy's right. This is up to Robin. If he doesn't want us to tell, Batman, we don't." They where all silent, knowing she was right. He would be the one most affected by such decisions.
They spoke for a bit longer before returning to the infirmary if only to check up on the boy. He hadn't moved since they'd left, luckily, not knowing what they'd do if he'd left, or worse. Star hadn't stopped crying since her failed attempt at breaking the door, eyes slick with the tidal waves of tears leaving them, all trying to calm down, though they could hear screens breaking, having ran out of light-bulbs long before, night falling over them before long, the boy still snoozing.
It wasn't long when the final Titan drifted to sleep, leaving the traumatized boy to wake with no one to comfort him. He didn't mind, in fact, he prefered it, really needing a shower, and seeing as he was healed, decided to try accomplishing at least that before the others noticed he was gone. He was relieved somewhat that certain areas didn't hurt, though that was short-lived, the thoughts of actions taken before washing over him. He soon entered his room, throwing the sheet to the laundry basket before going to the closet, taking a uniform from the hook, accompanied by a mask, rubbing his eyes, already feeling the tug of exhaustion. His feet hit the tiled floor, a memory of his time with Slade ran through his head, when he'd showered right before... He sighed, turning on the warm rain, running a hand through his hair before starting to thoroughly scrubbing his slim form down, swallowing back a wave of unwanted tears, threatening to leave him. It wasn't until the water turned a clouded white that his eyes widened, legs shaking, folding under him, knees slamming against the tile, doubled over as his stomach churned, jolting as he felt a load forcing it's way up. He just barely made it to the toilets edge when he hurled violently into the bowl, thinking of what had been released inside him. His knuckles where white as he gripped the sides, shaking, load after load of acid pouring out of him, his violators seed spiraling down his thigh, making his cry aloud, unable to hide the distress, though it wasn't as if he could be heard by anyone.
"Delayed reaction..." A dark purr from the mercenary, smirking wildly behind a screen as the Titan broke down, deciding to leave him be, for the moment at least.
He dry heaved a few times before lying his head on the glass, breathing heavily as the sob escaped him, tears falling into the tainted water below. He wiped a hand over lips, moving to return to his shower, still crying more than he would've liked, the rivers washed away with the white coating his leg, him continuing his attempt at cleansing himself, though whatever he did, he couldn't clean himself. He just felt so dirty, the pit of goop making him grab his chest, coughing greatly, throat already soar from before, only growing worse with each outtake of air. He washed his hair quick, scratching his nails into his scalp, soon rinsing away the suds, shivering before finding the will to exit the spray, turning the knob until the water stopped. His uniform was pulled on, then his mask, before walking towards the infirmary, glancing at his bed before deciding it was best to go wait for his friends to wake, not wanting to be more of a burden then he already was to them.
"Strange..." The predator leaned forward, watching as the Titan return to the medical wing, but then stop in the doorway, looking down.
The first of the hero's didn't wake until the next morning, seeming content as she stood, though she usually did, planning to make some tea, pausing for but a moment before deciding Cyborg must have done it, thinking it over farther when she noted the leaders masked eyes, staring towards the ceiling, seeming to be deep in thought.
"Hungry?" The boy, nodded, not needing words to say he wasn't hungry, the half blood walking to the kitchen, deciding when he felt better, he'd find the desire to eat. She understood he'd been through a lot in the past few weeks, and simply trying to cope.
Titans should've done something... I don't think Slade even had a weapon!
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I'm completely prepared to get some hate for that one... But in the end, it shall be rather fluffish. (I know every time I say that it seems less likely.)
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