Nemesis Ch. 14

Citrus

Aloha, everybody. Had to make a few notes before this chapter. This chapter contains a lime(hence the title...). Which in FanFiction means masturbation or something of the sort, so if anyone's uncomfortable with this, than skip this chapter. If you wanted it, then enjoy.

More extreme OOC, hell, you can't, have slash without OOC... Just enjoy teh slash, ok?

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Slade had to do something now, because it was eating him up inside. Robin was his, dammit. And before he knew it he had flipped Robin over again. Robin thought this was over, oh was he wrong.

Out of no where, Robin felt Slade touch his member again, which was still slightly hard, and he gasped. Slade started to stroke ever so slowly up and down his length, and suddenly, Robin didn't know right from wrong anymore. He let out a light moan. He dared to look down at Slade and his actions, with wide, nervous eyes. He had to question, even if at the moment he didn't want to.

"S-Slade...?" Robin asked weakly. Slade ignored him and continued, making Robin lean his head back and gasp again in pleasure. Now Slade was indeed 'pleasuring' Robin on purpose. And Robin had no clue what to do. His once arch-nemesis was trying to stroke him into arousal. Where has the righteousness gone? What the hell was Slade thinking?! But as much as he wanted to pin the blame on his captor and put an end to this, his desire greatly out weighed his other want.

He cried out. He had never felt anything this fantastic. It was like his groin was on fire, and this knot in his lower stomach was tightening. It almost hurt. He was so used to rough treatment, but this felt so damn good. Slade was being very careful, and it was amazing. And being a teenager who passed puberty, his hormones were going on a joy ride.

"Ah, Slade!" Robin cried out again, a subconscious reaction made him spread his legs to give Slade more access. Slade smirking like a wolf under his mask when he heard his name cried on the boy's beautiful lips. He kept his eye on Robin's face the whole time. Robin groaned wordlessly. Slade was still stroking at a dreadfully slow pace. Trying to tease him, to see how far he could really go with this. How far would Robin really let him go? Slade then moaned quietly, almost unaware he let that out. And unknowing if Robin heard him.

Robin heard Slade moan. And it almost made him blush at the fact that Slade was getting turned on by this. Slade increased his strokes. Now the kid was almost whimpering. No wait, yes, he was actually whimpering and Slade was loving it. Hearing Robin whimper in pleasure was like an answer to his prayers. It was such a pretty sound. He knew Robin never felt anything like this before.

"Slade!"

Robin yelled again, anxiously. The pleasure was overwhelming, all he wanted was more, for Slade to never stop. And it didn't look like Slade was going to anytime soon. Robin's vigorous panting was becoming hard to ignore.

But soon Slade was became a bit too bold as he traveled down Robin's anatomy to rub, maybe a little too hard, at Robin's sensitive balls. Robin yelled. Almost sounding like a wail. Half pain, half pleasure. And Robin didn't even know he did it, but he reached down and grasped Slade hand again, stopping him once more. Robin looked down at Slade, still trying to control his heavy panting. Slade froze and looked up at him, apology written in his eye. Had he gone too far? Maybe that was crossing the line. The boy had made it clear that they were to sensitive to be touched. And yet Slade still did it. You jackass! You ruined your opppurtunity! He didn't blame Robin for wanting out now if he did.

Robin saw the sincerity in Slade's eye, and did something even more unexpected. He turned Slade's hand face up, and stoked his bare palm with two of his fingers.

If Robin could see under his mask he would've seen Slade mouth agape. Touche' Robin, touche'... He was using his own technique on him. This was fully unexpected. Even if the kid was indeed that traumatized little boy he held last night, he still had some of his old spark in him. No matter what, he will always be Robin.

So, maybe he was overreacting? Would Robin let him continue?

Robin smirked just the tiniest bit when he saw Slade's expression just through his eye. Even with the mask on it wasn't hard to figure out. Slade continued to watch the confusing youngling quietly. Obviously he knew what he was doing. Slade didn't think he could ever catch him more off guard, but somehow he found a way. Robin sent him this odd, yet lustful look. Either that, or it was all in Slade's mind. But he was pretty sure he wasn't going crazy. The kid wanted this. Slade was sure of it.

Slade's hands moved back up to Robin's erection.

"Ahn.." Robin let out breathlessly. He cupped his boyhood gently and Robin whined. Slade knew the boy needed release, and truthfully, Slade was teasing him. Slade liked to tease.

Robin let out strained sounds and arched as much as his body would allow. Slade then put his whole large fist around Robin's boyhood and pumped carefully. Robin yelled and thrusted his hips. This was the last he could take. He shouted Slade name loudly and cried out before spilling his essence onto Slade's hands. Robin settled back down on the bed, panting heavily with his eyes closed.

He used the washcloth to wipe off his hands and Robin's legs. Slade let him stay in his little world for a few more moments, still listening to the boy whimper weakly. His chest heaved. Slade looked at the mess they had made. The boy was going to need new pajama bottoms and sheets.

Meanwhile Robin looked like a wreck. His hair was tousled, and it clung to his forehead with sweat. He still panted. Slade shook his head and sat on the bed next to Robin after fully taking off his now soiled pants, and started stroking his wet hair with a still bare hand.

Robin opened his eyes to look up at Slade who was now sitting next to him on the bed and petting his head. Robin looked up at him with half lidded eyes, clearly pleasure filled, even though Slade couldn't see his real eyes. His breathing got slower. He subconsciously nudged his head into Slade's hand. Slade stared down at him softly. Seeing Robin recover, and now show signs of definite affection towards him. That's my boy.

"...Slade..." Robin sighed. Looking up at Slade as if he was his god. He was more than very relaxed right now, so he didn't even consider the fact that it was Slade, and that he was calmer then he's ever been. And that his once enemy just jerked him off. But he actually felt really good. He didn't know whether being extremely comfortable with Slade next to him was a good thing or not, but as far as he was concerned, Slade was no longer a threat to him anymore. ...And he really liked that.

Slade looked down at the boy and stroked the side of his face with care. And Robin caught a glimpse of the human behind that mask.

"Very good, little bird." Slade said in a soft voice, stroking Robin's hair.

"...I-I'm not little..." Robin muttered stubbornly, still having that spark, as he decided it would be more comfortable with his head on Slade's lap and more access to the massage. Ignoring the little pain it brought. Slade almost chuckled at the statement, but the movement surprised him. He looked down at Robin in his lap. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. And same goes for Robin.

"Yes you are." Slade said, putting an end to that conversation.

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T'aww. Gotta love the slash! I love fluffy-ness. Heh. Well, I'm really sorry it's so short, but I had to cut it off there or I would get onto another topic. I decided to go with the idea of a lime in this chapter, and then go immediately back to fluffy mode. I hope this is likable to everyone else. So, tell me whatcha thought.

Oh yea, and Happy early Halloween! What chu guys gunna be for Halloween? I got a werewolf mask. w00t.

D.O.P.