Title: Fifty Shades of Slade

Chapter Title:Bound

Rating: M for obvious reasons.

Disclaimer: I don't own this… I think that's why there's Teen Titans Go and no season 6.

Author Notes: Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and follows!

Sorry about the late update. Life got in the way. I actually had to do real work instead of write... That and trying to write the next interlude was pretty difficult. I kept redoing it over and over again and then I scrapped it all over again. Rinse and repeat. Ugh.

Anyway, I thought it was necessary to try to see Slade's view on the entire thing. Not to worry, he'll get his apprentice fantasy eventually. (Emphasis on eventually.)

Warnings: Shibari, rope-play, Female!Dom, Male!Sub, pegging, fun stuff...

Please enjoy!

They weren't the same people who had entered the contract, but they could pretend they were, couldn't they? (Then again, they were smart enough to know how that would work out.)

They weren't supposed to be bound together. It was just sex, or at least that was his plan. Fantasize about her and fuck her and go home and stay away until the fantasies got to be too much and the cycle repeated.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He once told Wintergreen that this was just a convenient, temporary arrangement. Now, he wasn't so sure.

Trying to describe whatever…this was, was like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube when you're color blind. Difficult. Almost impossible. (Believe him, he's tried.)

Yes, they were bound by limits, but they had made leaps and bounds since they started. They were not sure where this relationship was bound, but it was bound to go somewhere.

(If he was a truthful, honest man, Slade would have admitted that perhaps that he wanted this to go somewhere.)

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The darkness kissed him as tenderly and sweetly as a lover. A blindfold had been secured around his head, covering his eyes, with Raven's deft fingers. Her light touch sent shivers down his back, her knuckles gently stroking his face.

No sight… Just feeling. Just touch. Just her.

"Comfortable, Slade?" she crooned in his ear.

He leaned into her touch. "Yes."

"Good." Raven's hand traced his collarbone before dipping down to roll his nipple between her fingers, gently at first but slowly gaining pressure. Slade shifted on the floor, instinctively arching his back from the sudden burst of pleasure. Her breath was heavy in his ears. "So sensitive… You'll be sure to enjoy tonight."

"Will I?" He gave her a cocky grin.

"You will." She laughed. Slade could picture her now, her violet eyes going dark with dominance, her face curled into a smut smirk, her slender fingers just twitching in anticipation. "I'll make sure of it."

She placed his hands behind his back. "Ready?" Raven pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"Always." Slade leaned back, trying desperately to touch her more, but he saw nothing, felt nothing but air. He was being consumed in darkness, and she would lead him out.

"Safeword?" Raven pressed up against him, her own burning heat driving him further into that heady, dizzy anticipation for what was to come.

"Adeline."

"Good boy." He heard a rustle behind him. Slade's heart began to race, thumping painfully in his chest. The burning, floating anticipation… The act of just submitting to her careful hands… The quickness of his breath and the heartbeat… The rising temperature of the hand that she gives him and the shivers… Slade lowered his head, his hands gripping each other, as he sat before her submissively.

He gasped the moment he felt the rope touch his skin. "Raven…"

Raven's hands traveled quickly over his body, looping the rope around his chest her fingers nimbly forming knots. She bound his chest and arms before letting the rope just encircle his now aching cock and coming back up again. He was drowning in a rush of heightened sensation and pleasure, the way she was slowly anchoring and consuming him at the same time.

He whimpered when her hands left him. Slade thrashed helplessly, sweat dripping down his body, as he silently begged for more.

"Shh… I'm only getting more rope," Raven whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heady. "There, there, pet." She ran her fingers through his hair, her lips brushing against his cheek. "Tonight's all about you."

She wouldn't shake, wouldn't falter. Not with Slade's trust in her hands. With every tug, every knot, she felt his entire body become less and less Slade Wilson's and more and more hers. He moved with her rhythm, letting her work her magic. Azar. Raven loved that expression on his face, the one where he lost himself to the blinding desire and pain, the one where he was, without a doubt, hers and hers alone.

She gave the rope an experimental tug, making Slade's breath get caught in his throat. Raven examined the tightness over his pulse points, slipping an index finger through his cuffs. "Too loose? Too tight?"

Slade twisted his wrists, strained against the ropes, so they dug into his chest. The rope was firm, but the stray fibers had been meticulously burned away, the rope precisely prepared just for him. "S'fine, master," he mumbled. Slade felt dizzy, that swirl of hazy feelings that threatened to take him.

"Good." She chuckled. He heard the creak of the beam, felt the pull of the rope. Slade's ass was now presented to her, his body hanging from a rope. His feet dangled uselessly, just off the ground. His body was so heavy; it drove the ropes further against his chest. Slade tried to move into a more comfortable position, but the slightest movement and his whole body would sway.

He struggled for breath. It felt like all the heat in his body was being squeezed out into his throat. It stuck there. He wasn't strong enough to make it move, nor was he weak enough to let it control him. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Nothing he could do to stop being crushed, contorted. Everything was coming in flashes, his breath, short and hot. The pressure was killing him, consuming him.

"Do you feel that?" Raven murmured. Her fingers traced meaningless patterns into his skin. "It's the weight, Slade, the weight of all your sins, all your secrets, all your lies."

"Master…" He felt his chin being violently seized, forced up to look up in that sea of blackness. His pulsing cock twitched. Slade tried to shift, but that only bound him tighter, causing him to drown once again in the sea of pleasure and pain.

"Does it hurt? Can you feel it in your chest? Does it burn?" Raven's laughter rang in his ears.

"M-master, I—"

"Quiet, slave. Or else I'll bind up that pretty mouth of yours too." Her fingers dipped into his mouth. Slade opened wider and sucked on her fingers. Saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth. Raven gently wiped it away, her hand sliding up his inner thigh. "Don't worry, slave. I'll help you carry that weight. I'll help you carry all of it."

Raven watched Slade gasp as her hand wrapped around his cock. He bucked involuntarily, trembling, moaning, gasping. Little whimpers flew off his lips, and Raven felt her self-control slip just a tad, her thighs rubbing together furiously.

"You wanted control, with Robin, with Terra…" She squeezed his ass. Slade writhed, the rope painfully digging into his skin. "Look at you now, slave. You can't even control your own body." Raven smirked. "You're almost as bad as a bitch in heat."

Slade heard her move away, heard the sound of something being squeezed. Her warm touch lathered cool and wet gel in and around his hole, and he felt something very solid just touch his ass.

"Tell me, slave, how long have you wanted this, you little whore? Being someone else's plaything? Getting fucked in the ass?" she whispered. Slade couldn't even find the words to reply. He just turned around as best he could, panting helplessly, groaning against his restraints, and it seemed that was enough. She stroked his chin, her tongue leaving a trail of wetness down his cheek. "That's my little bitch."

Raven gripped his hips, her hands leaving marks, his body swaying precariously, before she thrust into him. Slade met her movements, ignoring the pain that heightened his arousal even more. His body wasn't listening to him anymore. His walls clamped down on the strap-on with such intensity that he was beginning to just lose sense of everything. All he could feel was that unyielding feeling pumping in and out in and out, stretching him wider and wider, the fire of desire, and Raven's weight against his. For some reason, he felt lighter than ever. The weight was gone.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chanted, his body rocking as Raven's thrusts became more and more intense. She pulled his hair back, causing him to feel like she was going to almost rip it all off from his head. The pain sent a jolt through his system, an electrical charge that made him even more drunk on her and the ropes. "Please… More… Fuck… Please…"

"As you wish." Raven reached down to take hold of his aching, untended cock. She began to pump him furiously, her thumb gently circling his tip. His senses were overloading. The pain, the pleasure, it was all mixed together until all he could knew was her. The need and want was becoming intoxicating, intertwined to the point where they were finally the same.

He was becoming undone in the ropes, under her touch. Slade was seeing stars. Arching his back, he offered her everything, except for his wildly beating heart.

"Master… Cum…" Slade panted. "Please. God. Please. Please."

Raven laughed, but her breath was strained. She felt pressure against her clit from the base of the harness when she pushed into him. Every thrust ground her clit even harder. Raven was close too, riding high on the power. It took everything to upright, to keep pushing him, because tonight was about him and his pleasure. "Cum all you want, pet."

It felt like everything was on fire. Every last nerve was screaming for release. With a gasp and Raven's final thrust, Slade saw stars floating across his vision. He came messily, his cum dripping down his leg and onto the floor. Everything was swirling. It was hard to breathe. The weight was back, pressing down onto his chest, bearing down like there were thick bands wrapping around him.

He was lowered to the ground with shaking limbs. The floor was cool, calming. Slade tried to push himself up, but his legs wobbled underneath him, and he fell forward, only for gentle hands to catch him mid-fall and tenderly lay him on the ground.

"Careful, careful," she soothed. Raven's hands began to undo the knots, remove the loops, and unbind him. The bands around his chest were loosening. His ears were filling with white noise. The blood was starting to flow again, the ecstasy and languid enchantment and intoxication coming with it.

He felt so alive. The sweet pleasure of release. The sweet pleasure of living.

The ropes lay scattered haphazardly around them. As she took off his blindfold, Raven kissed him on the cheek. "Satisfied?" she asked, smiling.

"No. More. More." He reached up to cup her cheek. His eye was desperate. Slade was riding high on the hit, on the pleasure, on the pain. "Please…"

"No. You're tired." Raven pulled him close.

"S'okay." Slade nuzzled against her, burying his face in her breasts. "I want more."

"No." Raven cradled his head in her lap, wound her fingers through her hair. "You did well today, Slade, but you need to rest." Slade looked up, frowning. He may have been a consummate professional, but even he knew how to do a puppy dog face. Raven kissed his cheek again. "Later, greedy man."

He grinned. "I am, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are." She looked at the marks winding around his skin, raw red. Her smile faded as she traced over the lines. "Come on. Let's get you fixed up."

"It's fine."

"No. It isn't." Raven began to heal him, running her magic up and down his body. "Sorry." She looked down at the floor, blushing very prettily. "I'll do better next time."

"You did well this time." He reached over to nestle himself comfortably in the crook of her neck. "So, will you help me carry the weight?" Slade murmured in her ear. "Or was that just hyperbole?"

Her face flushed even brighter. (But he heard a muttered "yes" all the same.)

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It was just sex. (Or at least that's what it should be.) No strings attached. No feelings. No messes to clean up. Just sex.

That was the plan. The execution was lacking, to say the least.

She wasn't supposed to know his face, for one. (But she did.) She wasn't supposed to know his birthday. (Somehow, she found out.) She wasn't supposed know his past. (And yet, she knew all of him like he knew all of her.)

Raven wasn't supposed to know a lot of things. (Didn't stop her from knowing.) He wasn't supposed to know a lot of things. (Didn't stop him from discovering.)

It was just sex. (Then why didn't it feel like that?)

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(If he were a truthful man, Slade would admit that he was more bound to her with each passing day.)

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