DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Justice, but Young Justice owns me. :p

WARNINGS: mention of rape, mention/possible description of sex, suicidal thoughts/attempts.

You have been warned, and if you take me to court, because something in this story triggered something for you, I will calmly refer back to the AN. Just letting you know.


Chapter 11

It was four AM, and Slade couldn't sleep. He'd tossed and turned for three and a half hours on the small, beaten couch in the apartment the League of Assassins gave him, before he finally figured out why he just couldn't fall asleep.

Dick wasn't with him.

Sighing, and knowing once he carried out his plan, there was no going back, Slade stood and grabbed his gun, creeping quietly down the hall to the bedroom where Dick was sleeping.

Being sure not to make a sound, Slade pushed the door open, and made his way across the floor to the bed. He stared down at Dick who had the sheets twisted around his legs, back turned to Slade. The shirt that was a few sizes too big, was stuck to his body with sweat, and his lips were parted as he gasped quietly for air, flinching every few seconds, as if he was being beaten. His eyes moved rapidly up and down and up and down, as if he was watching something falling over and over and over.

Frowning, Slade glanced over at the calendar, and let out a quiet sigh.

"The week before the day his parents died," he said quietly, before looking down at Dick, gun hanging limply next to his leg. "Nightmares, most likely. I should put him out of his misery."

Slade stood silently next to Dick's bed, debating, until the boy let out a high whimper, tears leaking out from under his closed eyelids. Sighing, Slade made his choice, lifting his gun up, and placing it on the bedside table, before climbing into bed behind Dick, untangling the sheet from around the boy's thin legs, and draping his arm over Dick's torso, pulling the sweat soaked boy close.

Dick reacted instantly, a loud gasp coming from his mouth, as his eyes flew open.

"St-stop," he stammered out in fear, his nightmare taking over his mind, as he tried to fight against Slade. But the mercenary was stronger, and better trained, and so he was easily able to stop Dick's erratic movements.

"Dickie, shh shh shh. Dick, listen to me, listen to me. It's okay. You're okay, I promise."

After a few seconds of Slade quietly shushing Dick, and carding his fingers through the boy's hair, Dick's eyes became less glassy, and he rolled over to look at Slade.

"Slade?" he asked in a whisper. Slade gave him a gentle smile, holding Dick's face in one of his hands, and kissing him lightly.

"Hey, Dickie, it's okay. I'm here."

Dick's lip trembled, and he buried his face into Slade's shirt, as he started to sob. Slade sighed, and pulled himself into a seated position, Dick with him. He held the boy tight to his chest, as he continued running his fingers through Dick's thick, black hair. After a few moments, Dick spoke, his voice muffled by Slade's shirt.

"I-I thought I was supposed to sleep alone."

Slade sighed, and he physically felt his heart ache for the boy in front of him. The boy he'd inadvertently fallen in love with.

"I forgot the date, Dickie," Slade said quietly, closing his eyes, and berating himself. "I forgot what happened. I'm so sorry. I never would have left you alone if I'd remembered."

"Does...does that mean you're not going to leave me alone?" Dick asked brokenly, lifting his tear streaked face to look up at Slade. The mercenary smiled, and kissed Dick gently.

"I'm not going to leave you alone, Dickie," he said quietly. "I promise. However…"

"However...what?" Dick asked nervously. Slade laughed.

"We can't sleep together with how horny I'm feeling right now. It'll only end with me inside you, and our pants on the floor."

Dick gave a lethargic shrug. "I wouldn't mind that," he answered honestly. Slade rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, Dickie."

Dick was quiet for a few seconds, before laughing quietly.

"You can't make it three months without sexually touching me, and we both know it."

Slade sighed, laughing quietly. "That's true I suppose."

"So why don't we do it now?" Dick asked, pulling away from Slade, to sit on the mercenary's lap, grinding his groin into the older man's. "No one's here, and we both want it. Why wait?"

Slade bit his lip, as he felt himself respond down there. After a few minutes, he violently pushed Dick away, and the boy fell onto his back, bouncing once or twice on the thick mattress. Before he could even right himself, Slade was climbing on top of him, yanking his shirt off easily.

"I hope you're ready, Dickie."


Sex scene ahead! Just warning you now!

Dick lay completely prone on his back, as Slade slowly but surely removed Dick's boxers, until the boy was utterly naked. Then, he sat up on his knees, between Dick's spread legs, and slowly began to undress himself.

"You're killing me here you know," Dick commented, as Slade removed his pants. "What's with the slow display?"

Slade shrugged, as he leaned into Dick, once both men were completely naked, and began to lightly kiss the boy's collarbone.

"Just thought I'd be gentle this time," he answered, kissing Dick's toned stomach.

Dick pouted, lifting his legs, to wrap them around Slade's back.

"Yeah, but I don't want you to be gentle," he complained, letting Slade pull him into a seated position. Slade rolled his eyes, reaching his hand towards Dick's junk, and fondling ihm. Dick moaned loudly, and Slade laughed.

"I'm being gentle, because you're hurt," Slade explained softly, as he pushed his own erect member into Dick's, causing both men to release a small amount of precum.

"I'm fine, Slade!" Dick argued, looking down at his stomach. "See?" he asked, gesturing at the smooth skin. "There's no scar. No sign I was even shot."

Slade sighed, pushing Dick back down onto the bed, and gently laying his heavier body weight on top of the younger male.

"But there's pain," he said quietly, slowly putting more and more pressure on the spot where Dick was shot, until the boy whimpered, and Slade let up. "See?" he asked, as he began kissing Dick along his pelvis. Dick rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but it's just a little pain," he said, moaning quietly, when Slade spread his legs farther, and began to kiss along the inside of Dick's thigh. "I can handle it, Slade. I've been hit with a crowbar more times than I can count, not to mention, thrown off of more buildings than I ever thought possible."

"Dick, has it ever occurred to you that I can stand seeing you hurt?" Slade asked suddenly. "It hurts me every time it happens, because I know I couldn't have prevented it."

"You couldn't have prevented Jason from shooting me," Dick said slowly, trailing a finger down Slade's stomach, smiling when he felt the muscles under the skin tense up. Slade shook his head.

"Yes, I could have. I could have shot first. But I didn't, and you got hurt because of that."

Dick rolled his eyes. "You know, you're really killing the mood with all this serious talk. Just fuck me already, would you?"

"You want me to fuck you?" Slade asked, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Alright," he agreed darkly, as he got up on his knees, and towered over Dick. "I'll fuck you."

With one hard thrust, he was inside Dick, eliciting a high, sharp scream from the boy, followed by a long moan of pleasure. That was the only go ahead Slade needed.

For the next hour, he thrust himself in and out of Dick, fueled only by the boy's screams, moans, and his name, over and over and over, muttered in such a state of ecstasy that Slade hoped he never came.

But all good things come to an end, and so did Slade. At half past five, and hour and a half after they'd started, he came long and good, pulling himself out of Dick once he was empty, and dropping onto the bed, pulling the exposed boy tight into his chest, and burying his face in Dick's raven hair. Dick laughed quietly, still panting heavily from the thrill he'd just experienced.

"I thought you didn't want to go hard," he gasped out. "What was that then?"

Slade laughed quietly, and ran a finger along Dick's sternum, before he answered.

"You asked me to fuck you," he whispered into Dick hair. "I was under the impression fucking was violent."

Dick laughed, as his eyes slowly slid closed, and he turned around so that he was facing Slade.

"I love you," he whispered, as he curled up against Slade's warm chest, burying his face in the killer's neck, and closing his eyes, letting sleep claim him.

Slade nodded, running his fingers through Dick's hair, as he whispered back,

"I love you too."


Sex is over. You can look back.

Slade lifted his arm from over his eyes when he heard a light rap on the door. Groaning, he glanced over at Dick, who was sleeping peacefully, snuggled up into Slade's side, lips parted ever so slightly. Sighing, Slade kissed Dick's forehead, before quietly standing, grabbing his pants from where he'd left them on the floor. Quickly pulling them on, and covering Dick's naked form with the bedsheet, before padding over to the door, and opening it.

"Psimon," Slade acknowledged, when he saw the telepath there. "What can I help you with?"

Psimon was silent, taking in Slade's ragged form, and the close strewn about the bedroom behind him, putting two and two together in his head.

"You had sex," he said simply. "I was under the impression you weren't going to touch him for three months."

Slade rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well he wanted me to sleep with him because of nightmares, and you know how it goes from there."

Psimon nodded, before looking over at Dick, who was shifting restlessly.

"The brainwashing is wearing off again," he commented. Slade rolled his eyes, though his heart picked up speed at the news.

"Then just repair it," he argued, dragging Psimon over to the bed. "You've done it before."

Psimon shook his head. "That's exactly it," he explained. "I've done it too many times. Soon enough, maybe even now, his mind is going to be immune, and I won't be able to do that anymore."

"So...what should we do?" Slade asked, casting a look down at his lover. Psimon was silent for a few seconds, before speaking.

"I can put him in a coma. At least until we decide how best to advance. He can't wake up unless I wake him up, or he leaves my telepathic range."

"Yeah, but if he's in a coma, how's he going to leave your range?" Slade asked. Psimon took a deep breath.

"I've heard news that the Justice League is going to let themselves get caught, in order to find the boy."

"And they can take him out of your range," Slade concluded. Psimon nodded, and Slade shook his head. "Not if we act first."

"What do you propose we do?" Psimon asked respectfully.

"First," Slade began slowly. "Put him in the coma."

"Are you sure?" Psimon asked. Slade took a shuddering breath, before nodding, not trusting himself with words. "As you wish."

The room was silent for a few seconds, as Psimon started unblinking at Dick. The boy shifted once or twice, before going still. Psimon then tore his eyes away, and looked back to Slade. "It's done. Step two?"

"We show the League he's in a coma, but change his memories before they can save him," Slade said firmly. "Would that work?"

"Of course," Psimon said, nodding. "Are we removing his memories after they see him."

Slade nodded "yes."

"Very well," Psimon agreed. "In that case, I suppose I should inform you that the League of Assassin's meeting in starting soon."

Slade nodded, turning back to Dick. "Thank you for letting me know. I'm going to get him dressed, and we'll be right there."

"You're not leaving him alone?" Psimon questioned. Slade's gaze turned dark.

"No," he said under his breath. "Never."


Hey guys! Sorry the sex scene was short, but he was a little more gentle than I'm used to writing (what does that say about me? :/)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please please please review! And thanks for reading!