Dis: see chapter 1
Sum: see chapter 1. here: Slade plans and fails^^ And Richard can't hold his wine
-I kept myself from writing porn because of a request in a review (hint hint hint^^), I hadn't thought about it but it is funny to have Slade trying while Richard is obvious^^
"I understand but still," this was getting very uncomfortable for Robin.
"But what apprentice?", asked his master in a neutral tone.
"There is only one bed master..."
"Well this is one of my old safe houses, they are all equiped for one person." Richard nodded, it was a reasonable explanation. It wasn't like his master could have predicted such a situation, maybe they could take turn using the bed? A common thing for single persons in the circus. They had a little space for their own things but otherwise shared a trailer, better a used bed than none at all. Couples or families got their own place as well as more important acts like he had been one. However if they trained together they would have to be at best form at the same time, a different sleeping pattern seemed rather backwards in such a setting. "Apprentice", Richard snapped out of his musings as his master addressed him, "we will do some light sparring." Robin smiled, moving around helped him relax, he could never sit still for long, so it was a welcome distraction. He looked to Slade only to see the man undress? Yes, his master just folded his t-shirt into a neat square. He got a good look at his masters naked upper body, it was painted with red lines, old battle scares not exactly an ugly, yet he wouldn't call it attractive either. "Little bird", his masters voice was low and the single eye glowing in a mix of satisfaction and something else, "Your turn pet." "Excuse me?", hopefully he didn't sound as surprised as he felt."Remove you shirt, no need to wear it while training. It would only get dirty." Well that was... economic friendly? A rush of uneasiness filled him, but he suppressed it, his master would never harm him, so no need to feel like a lamb trapped in a cage with a lion. Richard slowly removed his t-shirt, care fully avoiding that older males gaze.
Slade was confident, The younger male followed his instructions obediently, completely trusting him. Not to mention how Richard had stared at his naked upper body, it was obvious to him that Robin hab been checking him out. Why else would the boy stare at him like that? During their training he could entice the boy further and if the desired effect didn't happen there was still dinner with a fine bottle of strong wine...
Training without something to cover the upper body was surprisingly entertaining. His master had a very defined body every muscle movement was clear giving him precious movements to expect the mans next moves. It was like a very high level agility excercise. Was that the real intention of his master? To train his battle instincts? Satisfied with the explanation he started to enjoy himself, every sense of unease discarded.
Failure, Richard was enjoying himself but not in a sexual way, The young male acted like an excited puppy, which was rather contra productive for his plans. After the training he offered to cook dinner while Richard could take a shower. A simple tomato sauce with noodles. The wine should be sweet enough for his pet, sadly he had no knowledge there. As a hero trained by the Bate Richard never drank alcohol. Having several secrets to protect it would have been more than dumb on his part to get drunk. However he liked sweet foods, so a sweet wine should be at least liked. Yes the plan should work nicely...
His head felt funny, everything was blurry. He has been curious about the wine and taken a big gulp, at first it was pleasant not as sweet as grape juice but never the less tasty. However after a few moments the taste turned bitter, so he had instinctively taken another sip to get wash the taste out of his mouth it didn't exactly work. His master, for some reason still without his t-shirt, kept refilling his glass. Honestly he didn't know if it was second or fifth glass now, yet he kept drinking to get ride of the bad taste of the tomato sauce, nothing like the fresh sauce his mother always cooked. He kept drinking to distract himself from the pain he felt from missing his parents. Another sip and the world faded to black...
Another failure... he had noticed Richards dislike for the tomato sauce, yet he couldn't have taken fresh supplies it might have caused some questions why nothing else was prepared for them. Carefully he carried the sleeping boy to their bed and turned the bed so it lied on the edge,n if the food might try to escape at least he wouldn't be in danger of choking or ruin their bed. Another plan was already forming in his head, they needed a cover story for their neighbours and didn't really look like father and son. Acting like a couple in public should Richard get thinking of the idea and the cloth shopping they needed to do...
-so during their shopping trip who should they meet?
Damien or Bruce or Clark?