Yield (Part 3)
By: The Villain's Vindication
Robin knew he was making a mistake.
There was just no way to justify bringing his archenemy into his home, sheltering him, healing him.
There was just no way this would turn out well.
Slade had made it quite clear that he was all about power and metal and blood and pain. There was no good in him, nothing selfless anyways. Robin did remember how many times Slade had saved his life, saved the world, but the man's heart was black, no two ways about it.
But they were the same.
In the same manner Slade saw evil in Robin, the boy could see the potential for real good in the villain. Robin sighed, it was too late to go back now at any rate. He had been surprised when the man... well, boy... had actually taken him up on his offer. Slade must really be in a bad way, Robin thought, to ask for his help. The hero turned to his team, an explanation for their newest member already flooding his tongue.
Good thing he was such a good liar.
The double doors hissed open when Slade walked in. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but he really needed to eat before resting. Otherwise he would have never braved a visit with the Teen Titans as weak as he was.
"Hello new friend!" the Star Bitch flew up to him in greeting, thankfully her crushing hug was aborted by Robin's quick hand. "Starfire no, remember I told you he was hurt?"
Slade frowned at that. He never liked the idea that people new he was injured, even when it was true. He steeled his mind though for his real concern. He glanced over to Raven. She would no doubt be the hardest to decieve. In fact it was possible she already knew of her perfect leader's most recent betrayal. Slade couldn't help but smirk at that, but he tried to turn it more tired looking than sinister.
"Yes, I'm sorry but introductions will have to wait. I'm starved," Slade winced internally at his language, but it was necessary to his new guise as a teen. He wobbled when a heavy hand from Cyborg came down on his shoulder, "no worrys man, Rob told us all about you already."
Slade turned and raised a disbelieving eyebrow at Robin. The boy was warming up a hamburger and corn on the cob in the microwave to distract himself from Slade's scrutiny. But he couldn't hold down the blush at the other boy's gaze.
"I hope he didn't tell you everything," Slade said trying to smile. Robin wasn't stupid, he knew, so his identity was safe for now.
Beastboy jumped up into his face, a look of awe in his large eyes, "he told us you killed Deathstroke! Is it true? That's awwwwwesome!" the boy said without waiting for reply.
Slade was impressed with Robin's solution, just like always. "It's true. Slade won't be bothering Jump or anywhere else anymore," Slade said meaningfully.
"You remind me of someone," came a dark voice from behind the Green Kid. Slade saw Robin freeze in the midst of setting the food on the table. He too had wondered how they would slip this one past Raven. "You aren't Red X are you?"
Slade honestly laughed at that, though it was more in relief than anything. At the moment he knew he wouldn't survive an attack by the girl. "No, no. This isn't my normal choice of costume but I don't do the whole cape thing."
Raven nodded slowly, still suspicious. It was clear they would have to be careful around her.
He disintangled himself from the group and walked over to join Robin. The boy had made dinner for himself as well having missed it working in Gothem. As he sat next to him Robin smiled tentatively, "I told them all about how you worked with me in secret these past months as a spy. Slade never did have any luck with loyalty in there apprentices, did he?"
Ah, so he was a treacherous Deathstroke apprentice who had finally brought the criminal down for good. It made for a good story, but Slade was still concerned as to what Robin had named him, so to speak. Well best to be straight forward, the more he acted like Robin the faster the other's would come to trust him as well. He knew the apprentice bit would not help him there as they had been betrayed by a 'former' apprentice once before.
"Didn't tell them my name, did you?" he asked quietly.
Robin shook his head minutly, "I just told them your hero name. It made sense because none of us go by our real names here anyways." The boy smirked at the slight.
"I'm not going to like this am I?" Slade mumbled, taking a bite of hamburger. He remembered Robin already put him in a Batman shirt. He could only pray the boy hadn't given him any matchingly Batty names.
Robin laughed at the look on the other's face, "I thought about It Seems You Can't Kill Me Lad and Reincarnation Kid, but I told them your name's Striker. I hope that's okay?"
Slade nodded in relief, "that sounds about right."
The pair turned there heads at the sound of shuffling feet. Beastboy and the others stood in a group with a worrisome smile on their faces.
"It's just that, well you two seem so familiar with one another, so confortable. And, there's no reason for Robin to keep your spy mission a secret from us unless..." they boy's face changed into a leer, "you're his secret boyfriend."
Robin's face ripened into a giant red tomato, "I told you guys a million times I don't have a secret boyfriend!" he yelled, slamming his hands on the table as he stood.
Slade was going to kill them all now, Robin was sure.
"But he's just your type Robin!" Starfire clapped. Slade looked up at Robin, raising his eyebrow. He didn't think it was possible but the boy's hair was turning red.
Robin sputtered at Slade's look. The man was laughing at him! He just knew it!
"NO guys... just... no." Robin shoved them out of the room, "go to bed, you guys earned yourself and early training session for that!"
"Aww maaaaaaaaan!" Beastboy's complaint made in through the doors as they slipped closed. Robin banged is forehead against the metal. He just couldn't believe that had just happened!
"Well that was informative-"
"Don't. Say. Anything."
"-though no surprise really. One question though." Slade asked from behind the poor boy.
"...What Slade?" Robin replied with trepidation. He could only imagine what all Slade thought about him being gay.
"Where is my room? I should get some rest now if I'm to be ready for training in the morning." Slade struggled to hide his amusement when Robin collapsed bonelessly to the floor in relief at his change in topic. He loved to torment his bird, but he was honestly about three seconds from blacking out again.
"Up the stairs and down two doors on the left," Robin supplied from the floor.
Robin was shocked when he awoke the next morning and the Tower was still intact and all his friends were still alive. It seemed Slade was being honest the night before about not causing trouble.
For now.
His team was running trials on the course until their feet bled though for the truths they spill last night. Robin looked away from them to Slade who was stretching slowly off to the side. The mercenary was clearly unused to the form his now fit in, and it was oddly endearing to see the powerhouse so awkward. Robin knew he aught to savor the moment for he knew it wouldn't last.
It was several minutes before he realized he was admiring the corded muscles of the other boy's arm.
He flushed and turned his attention back to his team, but his mind wouldn't let him. Slade was attractive, there was simply no way around it. The assassin was only the tiniest bit taller than himself but was much more... filled out than he was. Now that he wasn't half dead, Robin could see that he had truly become a miniature form of his former self. His white hair was longish, hanging down into his smoke colored eyes.
Whatever other genetics that unfortunate street kid might have contributed must have been flushed out of his system in the night. It was all Slade, all strong, young, sweaty, hot...
"Robin please! Can we stop now? Or are you going to keep staring at Striker like he's a piece of meat?" Beastboy's voice rudely cut into Robin's meandering thoughts.
"Twenty more laps for that!"
"Awwwww!"
Slade thought it was as freeing as it was confining in this new body. Having depth perception again after training so long without it was hindering him, but he knew he'd get used to it soon enough. There was also this issue of his age. He could feel his hot blood and noticed all his unstable moods. His immaculate control of his body and mind had been stripped from him.
Hormones, goddamn it.
But he was experienced enough to deal with them, that's what he hoped was the case anyway.
They made him think things though.
His obsessive need for Robin was being corrupted like it was a physical happening. Before it had been a near fatherly need, but this body wouldn't let him think that way. His mind was turned now, and even though he was aware of it he couldn't change it.
The feeling of Robin watching him made his skin prickle.
The thought had honestly never crossed his mind before, even when he had Robin submitting at his feet as an apprentice. He had been so old already, so over such things. But now it was all he could think about.
The boy was his weakness, and he wanted that weakness now more than ever.
He turned and caught Robin's eye. He knew his own gaze was smoldering but found he didn't care as the blush on the other boy's face spread to his ears.
Hell.
He wasn't even homosexual. There was just something about that fucking boy...
Maybe there had been some subconsciousness seed of this sort. There was no way something this strong could just appear. Maybe he hadn't been completely honest with himself about his greatest obsession.
Slade slipped off that evening, just for a bit. He normally never partook in any sort of drug, but tonight he thought he deserved a drink. He stole a bottle of tequila easily enough before swinging back up to the tower roof with one of Robin's grappling hooks, which he had also stolen.
Old habits and all that.
He settled down on the soft sparing mat that took up part of the roof. He opened the bottle and took a shot straight from it. Before it took quite a lot to get him drunk but he imagined that he was smaller now, with a whole new liver, it might not take much at all. He took another shot as the barest sound of footsteps approached.
"Come and join me Robin. I'm celebrating my new life," he smirked over his shoulder at the boy.
"You're not old enough to drink anymore Slade." Robin frowned crossing is arms. "Mmm," Slade hummed, taking another shot in defiance, "always the Boy Scout."
"And I'm missing a grappling hook." Slade chuckled, his chest was already beginning to warm from the drink. "Have you come looking for a fight little bird?"
Robin huffed and gave in, sitting next to the man. "No I don't want to fight, and don't call me that, not 'little bird' or-"
He swiped the bottle from Slade's hands and took a swig, "-'boy scout.' You know I'm not either of those." Slade's smirk threatened to overtake his face at the memories, "so I do."
After that they sat it silence for some time, trading the bottle back and forth between them. In the mean time Robin became quite drunk and Slade wasn't much different. Slade hadn't planned it that way, but recently he hadn't planned anything. Things just seemed to happen.
It was an interesting change.
"I dare you to take off you mask."
"What?" Robin's eyes widened in surprise.
"You head me. I dare you to take it off, or are you to chicken?" Slade said. He thought it woefully unfair that Robin got to see his face if he didn't get to see the boy;s in return. "I'm... I'm not a chicken," Robin slurred, "I'm a robin, and I only wear this stupid thing to protect Batman."
"Stupid?"
"Ya... it itches..." Slade threw his head back and laughed unabashedly. "Well then take it off. I've no beef with Batman. All my work has to do with you." Why had he added that last part, damn it? Made him sound like some pathetic fanboy.
Even if it was true.
After a moment of thinking Robin lifed his hands to his face, "...'kay, but just for you," he whispered. When he pulled it off to reveal his dark blue eyes the air between them changed somehow. Slade knew he had been given a gift just then, and his face flushed further from more than just the alcohol. Robin's blush darkened as well, "do you recognize me?"
"Robin I couldn't recognize a polyplastic beta-laser from a flashlight right now. I'm hammered," he leaned in a bit closer than he meant to look into Robin's eyes. "But I can recognized that you're beautiful."
What? Had that just come out of his mouth? Slade wanted to hit himself.
"Um... uh..." Robin was struck speechless at that, and when had Slade gotten so close? "I..." his gaze dropped to Slade's mouth, "this... uh... we shouldn't..."
"Yeah probably not. It's a terrible idea," Slade agreed but he didn't move away. Instead he lifted a hand to cup Robin's cheek, running his thumb along the still red skin from where the mask had been pulled away. "Robin, let me."
But the Boy Wonder shook his head, "I can't. What about everything you've done? I can't just-"
"Let me," Slade said more forcfully, "...please." Robin felt the bottem drop out of his stomach at that word. Was this really happening?
And then Slade got tired of asking.
He kissed Robin harshly, pushing him until he fell of his back. Slade pressed him down into the mat. There kiss was sloppy because they were both drunk, but it didn't seem to matter. It was so good. Robin whimpered, pushing against Slades chest. This was wrong for some reason but those reasons were slipping away from him as Slade tongue curled against the roof of his mouth. Robin's hand had a mind of its own as it traveled up Slade chest to the back of his head, tangling and pulling at the snowy hair.
Slade's groan was trapped in the mouths as they kissed again and again and again. Slade broke away from him for just a moment to pull his ridiculous Batman shirt off his chest. Then Robin's hand was pressed against hot muscle and he whined so perfectly. He nipped hard on Robin's ear and hitched up his shirt, running his nail across one of the boy's pink nipples.
"Let me," Slade's breath puffed humidly into Robin's ear. His other hand was hovering above Robin's belt and those were the only words he could seem to remember at the moment. Robin's sweet mouth had stolen any others from him. Robin's heated gaze turned nervous, "but I've never... I haven't..."
"Please," there was that damned word again. It sent a shiver through his small frame and he couldn't do anything but give in. He nodded and Slade unhooked his belt, opened his pants, and pushed them and his boxers down in an unrestrained hurry. Slade sat back on his knees panting. He took a look at Robin, the boy's shirt shoved to his armpits and his pants around his knees. The hero was flushed and panting, his eye glistening even in the darkness of the night. Slade pulled the tequila back into arms reach and poured a shot into the boy's belly button. Robin twitched at the cold of the drink so Slade grabbed his hips to still him. He leaned in and nibbled his way down the boy's stomach before suckling the alcohol from his soft skin.
While the boy was distracted he spilled the rest of the tequila onto his fingers. Robin was to drunk and relaxed to tense even when he felt a wet finger touching him there. He gripped Slade's upper arms as that teasing finger became more insistent, pressing up and, oh god, inside him. Robin gasped at the feeling. Slade's brow dripped with sweat as he sunk into the boy. He was having trouble focusing with all the incredible noises the boy made. He leaned up and captured a pebbled nipple in his mouth as he worked in a second finger. Slade wedged hid free hand under Robins right knee and pushed it up towards his chest.
Robin cried out as the change in angle made Slade hit his prostate. God he was gonna cum and they hadn't even... he wanted... wanted...
"Slade, I need..." Robin wheezed as the fingers struck him again and again mercilessly. They pulled out suddenly and he was flipped around, his chest pressed into the mat. He could hear Slade opening his fly behind him and, oh gooooood.
"Slade it's too much... ngh... I can't take it," but the other boy just pressed in until their hips rested against one another. Robin's eyes rolled back in his head. Slade was huge! It was too much!
Slade's hand twisted in Robin's raven hair and pulled his head back viciously. He trust slowly only a few times before his pace became furious and had Robin screaming. Robin's mouth hung open and he could swear he felt Slade up to his throat. Drool crept down over his chin as he attempted to keep up with Slade's movements.
"Haaa, Slade, oh god!" Robin couldn't shut up if he tried. He felt his knees burn as they slipped on the floor. He was struggling to stay in place, struggling for breath. "Slade!"
The assassin felt more powerful now than he ever had in his life. Robin's screaming had him teetering on the edge of climax from the very start. The boy was so perfect, so tight and hot, and no one had ever touched him here before. The boy below him gave a strangled sound as he came without any touch to his own cock at all.
Slade groaned and his hips stuttered as he flipped off the edge, filling the boy with his cum. Robin moaned at the hot feeling inside him. He was already so full it wasn't fair that the feeling turned him on, even as spent as he was.
They collapsed together into a pile of messy hair and tousled clothes. Still panting heavily to catch their breath.
God that had been good.
