Title: Dark Austral's Birthday!
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/slight non-con
Pairing: Sladin
Summary: It's Dark Austral's Birthday, or at least it was this week. One subbmissive, apprentice, sex slave fic up! Not too detailed since I never do for B-day fics.
Perhaps
Perhaps it's been too long. Robin had been his apprentice for a little over two years now. The first year was nothing but unpleasantries for the both of them as Robin silently and not-so-silently rebuked everything Slade did. Robin had remained himself, diligent and loyal to his friends and family, for that entire year and then some. Even after his friends left Jump City, their tails between their legs, in order to avoid fighting their once-friend—still a friend but they'll never know—and to try and push the memories away.
Perhaps he's been too harsh. Robin had remained the strong, confident fighter he always was and always will be. He continued to try and take Slade off guard everyday and even had the nerve to defy him once his friends had left. Believing that Slade wouldn't use them against him anymore; the boy was still so innocent even after everything he had been forced to steal.
Perhaps he finally did something right. Robin had finally stopped his quiet snarls and angry glances. It had taken over two years but Robin, at last, just nodded and did what he was told to do. He attacked the guards without too much concern about their health and stole the weapon at a new—personal best—time. The weapon had been handed over and the same questioning that had grown to be a routine since the Titans had left passed between them.
"Who do you work for, Robin?"
"I work for the purpose of justice and everything good." Slap!
"You, Slade, only you,"
"What are you?"
"I'm my own person and I always will be." Hit!
"Your loyal apprentice, your loyal servant to do whatever you wish for me to do."
"What am I to you?"
"A psychotic bastard." Whip!
"My master,"
"What is your purpose in life?"
"To lock you in jail for the rest of your life." Punch!
"To please you in any way I can."
"Go rest, my apprentice."
Perhaps it had really been too long. Robin's old remarks were nothing but whispers floating in the room. And Slade had barely been able to contain his joy when he had heard the total submissiveness in Robin's voice. The boy had changed. He was physically stronger, his build a bit leaner in a way that spoke of long, lithe muscles. He was smarter and able to figure out any situation within moments and find a way to work the event to his advantage. Not to mention he was emotionally guarded now. His face never spoke of his feelings and he hid all the emotion that had once been in his voice. But it was the physical difference Slade was really noticing as Robin walked the still confident stride out of the main room and toward his sleeping corners.
Perhaps it would be wise for Slade to focus on something else. Robin had been his thoughts since he had first taken the boy in as his apprentice. It had always been about the boy, about the challenge that Robin was and about the way Slade wanted to control every aspect of Robin. Even through the thoughts of the boy, past being Robin's master, warden, and the executer of his friends, Slade was still a man. He still had a very healthy libido. But he had always pushed that away because Robin was simply a boy and already hated him enough.
Perhaps…No, Robin was just a boy. Slade leaned back in his chair and sighed as once again his thoughts went to Robin's lithe body and he imagined if Robin would give into him now. If he could actually trust Robin he would have gone onto one of his business trips, rescued someone, killed someone else, and gotten laid to release all the sexual tension he had built up once he had noticed how Robin's butt looked tight behind the spandex.
Perhaps a man possibly could die due to his libido. Robin certainly had gotten used to his life without seeing anyone else except for the occasional guard that was unconscious the next second. Slade reasoned that he could to. Except that he had a camera in every room in his lair and had caught Robin jerking off in the shower, waking up in the middle of a wet dream in his bed and forced to finish himself off. Again, Slade's libido had forced him to notice how perfect Robin's body seemed to be for sexual contact. The way his stomach went tight when he pumped into his own fist on top of his sheets. The way he panted and moaned wordlessly, begging himself quietly for release.
Perhaps Slade just needed to rethink his views on Robin. Robin was his servant now, his, finally—it had taken long enough—submissive apprentice that didn't even need to be threatened anymore. Maybe he really did think of himself as being Slade's loyal apprentice and would be willing to do whatever Slade demanded him to do. But Slade wasn't a rapist and Robin was still just a boy. Except he wasn't because it had been two years since he had taken the sixteen boy in, making him now an eighteen year old man.
Perhaps he was acting a bit undignified as he practically ran to Robin's room. Still, he slammed Robin's door open and the boy simply stared at him. Robin had been getting undressed, standing in only his boxers, staring at the man breathing heavily in his door. Slade brought his hands behind his back and tried to will his libido—and his erection—away before he excited himself for nothing. He wouldn't be a rapist, no matter what.
"Apprentice,"
"Yes, master?"
"You are willing to do whatever you can to please me, correct?"
"Yes, master, of course."
"You will do anything as long as it pleases me?"
"My purpose in life is to please you, master."
Perhaps he was beginning to imagine things. Robin wasn't staring at his erection. The boy was bright and perceptive, but not like that. He had a beautiful alien under his finger for a while and hadn't known. There was no way Robin would be able to tell that Slade wanted to flip him over and sink into him with one powerful thrust of his hips.
Perhaps he was dreaming. Robin was pulling his boxers down. He looked up at Slade and shifted uneasily for a moment that made Slade's erection pulse in his pants. Robin turned and laid down on his bed, on his stomach with his head pillowed on his folded arms.
"Master, I wish to please you in any way that you need."
Perhaps it's been too long. Slade should have figured out Robin's Birthday sooner because it had definitely been too long for him to have gone without this activity with his submissive apprentice.
A.N. In case anyone is interested, I have a link in my bio about Holiday presents. Anyone who reads my fics, even if you don't review, can request a Holiday drabble since they are only 250 words so I'll be typing them out one right after the other as soon as the Holiday season starts. I don't expect any gift from anyone else except for them to request a drabble because writing makes me happy! So go to my bio, click the link, request what pairing you want, and then wait until I contact you with your drabble!
By the way, it's not just SladeRobin drabbles. I even have other fandoms that's not Teen Titans.