Title: Don't Touch
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: M for molestation
Genre: Angst/Slash
Pairing: SladeRobin
Summary: Set during 'Haunted' in Robin's p.o.v. The Boy Wonder has really done it this time. His friends think he's gone Slade crazy, he threatened them, and now he has to deal with Slade while he's tied to a bed.
Don't Touch
Robin blinks and notes his surroundings quickly; he can tell he's back in the tower. But he can't be in the tower, Slade's in the city planning something and he's the only one who can stop the madman. He tries to sit up, tries to move at all, but he can't. Taking a quick look at himself he notices the bonds strapping him to the medical bed. They put him in the medical wing? But he wasn't sick, maybe a bit banged up, but otherwise fine. Why hadn't they just returned him to his room? Why had they strapped him down? Why would they…
And I'll take down anyone who gets in my way! His threat echoes in his mind as guilt overcomes him and he sighs aloud. He'll have to apologize; he didn't mean it when he had said it. He just gets overwhelmed when Slade's around, especially now that he really is the only one who can stop the villain, the only one who can see him.
"But must we keep him restrained?" Robin's head turns toward the door. He can see the outline of Starfire through the door's glass panel. Her voice gives away all of her concern. She never was one to hide her feelings and her emotions always burst to life when she talks.
"He threatened us, Star. He's dangerous." Cyborg's form fills up the panel as well. Dangerous? I'm not dangerous; Slade's the one who's dangerous. Robin grits his teeth. He really must have overdone the threat if his best friend really believed he was a danger.
"Dangerous? Try totally flipped-out coo-coo labonza!" Beast Boy flails his arms wildly in the air and then disappears from the panel by a powerful sneeze. Robin scowls, but then again, he always figured that Beast Boy didn't trust his stability. Sometimes, he didn't trust it either.
"We've gotta run some tests on him. Figure out what's wrong with him." Raven always was the smart one of the group, always able to keep her wit about her. But there's nothing wrong with me. Robin opens his mouth to call his friends in, to apologize to them, to make them untie him. He doesn't like being in such a state of vulnerability.
"Alone again, Robin?" and that's exactly why. Slade. He's here and Robin's completely defenseless.
Robin frantically looks around the room, trying to spot his arch foe. Slade exposes himself as he steps out from the shadows. "As long as I'm around…you are never alone." Robin's heart rate starts to speed up. He begins to struggle against his bonds again but to no use; the straps are strong enough to withstand Starfire's alien strength.
"Relax, Robin," Slade speaks quietly as he appears in front of the bed. Robin gasps and freezes as Slade leans over his form. "There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise this won't hurt." Slade's icy voice gives Robin the chills.
"What are you going to do?" Robin asks as he tenses again. Slade's eye glitters and travels from the boy's pale face, across his body, and stops on his green spandex. Robin doesn't like the way Slade's hand is hovering inches over his body and seemingly tracing some sort of pattern over his chest. He watches Slade's hand intently for a moment and realizes that Slade's tracing a 'S' design over his chest.
"I'm not going to miss out on this opportunity." Slade traces Robin's belt with his other hand lazily. "Not when you're finally in a position that won't allow you to resist me."
Robin gulps and his eyes widen even more if possible. Well his left one does, his right one still hurts and it's hard to just look out of it. "Slade, don't." Robin remains still though, afraid that any sudden movements might cause Slade to further his actions and besides, he knows he can't get away with the bonds strapping him in. Though it doesn't matter what he says to the man, Slade's plan is already beginning and he's not about to stop.
"Relax, Robin, just enjoy; you've had a rough day and you need something to take your mind off of it." Slade's hand roams from the belt to gently land over Robin's clothed boyhood. Robin's mouth shoots open and he looks at the door. If he can get his friends attention then he can—"I wouldn't Robin," Slade predicts his move, "They can't see me, you know that, and they won't believe you anyway."
"Slade," Robin's mouth goes dry. What can he possibly hope to say or do to prevent the man's motives? Is there even anything he could say that could make Slade stop? He doesn't think so. The man never listened to him as his apprentice, why would he listen to him while he's the man's captive?
"Do you even think your friends will trust you anymore? You threatened them, Robin, all for me." Even with a blocking mask, Robin can tell that Slade is delighted. "You may deny it, but you really are just like me." Slade rubs his lean fingers over Robin's groin and the boy bits his already bruised bottom lip to stop the moan that threatens to form. "Willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want. We even have similar goals; I want you and you want me."
"No, I don't want you, I don't want this." Robin shakes his aching head in protest as Slade's light hands suddenly become a lot firmer. "Stop," he mumbles weakly as Slade chuckles.
"Not now, not ever, Robin; I won't stop, I won't rest, and neither will you." Slade worked Robin's belt off of his slim hips with one hand while he continued to massage the boy through his spandex.
Robin knows that his heart rate is starting to rise and if it goes too high then his team will burst through the door and find him with a hard on, caused by Slade of all people. But he can't help it, the man's hands are so good and—"Oh!" down his pants now and when did Slade remove his glove? "Please, stop." He can't believe he's begged. But Robin doesn't want Slade's hands on him, especially not like this. But the man only squeezes and laughs.
"Why would you want me to stop, Robin? It's not like you have anything better to do." Slade wraps his bare hand around Robin's aching erection and starts to jerk. Robin can't help but moan as Slade speeds up.
He knows it's just another game to Slade, the man is just proving how much power he has over Robin and how he can do whatever he wants to him. But that doesn't make it any less real than…Slade himself. "Slade," Robin gasps. "Stop," Robin closes his eyes and arches his back as he comes, spilling all over Slade's hand and in his pants.
When he opens his eyes again, his pants are back in place and his bounds had been broken. Slade's still in the room though, holding some sort of tool that suddenly lights up with electricity. "You have a minute head start, I suggest you start running, little bird."
Robin growls and tears the heart rate monitors from his body as he jumps up and kicks the air vent. He takes a deep breath and glances back into the room. Slade's already gone. The chase continues. Robin just hopes he'll be able to escape his hunter because he fears that this time, the man has other plans than just caging him as an apprentice.
A.N. Yay! Sladin One Shots has hit over 100 reviews! Because of this joyous event, I promised Dark Austral, my 100th reviewer, this fic. I hope you liked it, Dark Austral! And I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed as well!
Now, I'll be updating like crazy today. This is the first of about...9 fics that I promised people. So, enjoy all the updates as I freak out to actually finish all of them before school starts tomorrow!