Teen Titans; The Fighting Life – Epilogue Story; Chapter 25: Master of Ceremonies; What We're Owed in this Lifetime – Light over the Horizon

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Slade's game ended with a pause between the two; that Dick was starting to crack before the butler, and something Alfred had said irked Slade….

Badly enough to call his bluff.

Without saying a word, a beaten apprentice and his master were forced to find a way to communicate to Lord Trigon; with the dutiful butler left in the library to mutter and lick his wounds, praying for a proper resolution.

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Slade wanted out of his limbo – status, he wanted full control.

~We have continued gathering souls for you on this world, yet the deal is still not complete. The girl? Has she finally come to her senses? ~ Through their link, Slade could speak to his "partner" on the go. Something felt wrong. This body, every urge was, not where he'd wanted it to be. Richard stood beside his master and listened, making Slade a bit nervous.

And yet, Slade was talking about Raven. Of Course, who else could "she" be?

In their link, Richard stayed beside his master in the astral scape that connected the two minds. A trick Slade had acquired as Trigon's business partner and ally.

Trigon grumbled, and did not want Slade claiming his powers before the demon could punish the minion of his same undoing.

~ The time is nigh! We cannot force ahead fate, for it is a delicate matter. You only draw on your own seclusions; the boy is one, and so too shall be my daughter. All…For an eternity, shall ye rule. You will have your reward; a citadel here, to redirect my power as you see fit to secure all the mortals' wills before a single planetary sphere. Yet, you crave the time when you should perish…I do not disregard thee or thoust concern… still, do not test my strength over your own. ~

~I've been patient long enough. So, tell me? Is there a way to speed up your recovery? A world war? A pandemic? I can make it all happen, if you should allow –

~Insolence! The test of those born to die is NOT to wish upon the hour of their death! You fail to understand how souls should be taken, for you kill for mere profit. Ah, how could YOU know of the ones you've slaughtered mercilessly?... ~

Slade ignored Trigon's rant. ~We can still make this work, but the Justice League could destroy our plans before the time IS right. I am here to prevent that. After my meeting with you a month ago; I had become a feared "name" in Jump City, you allowed me to use your fire magic and the relics I stole. However, to trick the Titans you stayed away after, well…and now, I am here to return the favor for a single chance to have your cooperation; Lord Trigon. ~

~You flatter yourself all too well, Meta – mortal. ~ Trigon snorted. ~ The gods of war to your plane cannot defeat me. Only my daughter Raven may banish me – so in this universe, I've risen to avoid, no…prevent this possible outcome. She is not going to have the opportunity…But, you are certain that the boy can be used for –

~ You seem to pity his mental state, but I won't be shy to the fact that "this" Richard would be a fine addition to your line. If, you'll consider it…~

What Slade had not told the heroes; Raven had already guessed partly, but not for what she'd expected.

Richard would become a living vessel to Trigon, and the rest of his mind would be split. The boy would be able to commit to his own oath, as well as stay beside Raven with both left under the demon's influence. As long as Slade didn't piss off the JLA.

But, his later body…

Trigon's vessel, it would be a strange way to go.

Stripped in three…

~ Robin's darkness would be that to take up my legacy, while the remainder, would serve as your vessel. Am I being perfectly frank? ~

~ But…. ~ Dick started to come up from his phase. ~ What about Raven and –

~ I said you'd wed…. but, not yourself. Trigon wants to make sure that the bloodline is pure. ~

Dick was unable to grasp it, until a twinge had gotten his goat.

The collar.

"S…s…orry…." Dick came up to his master who petted the boy on the head, knowing his new trinket had the child's attention fully on what he was to do to appease the mad man. He did want to keep him happy, right?

"We won't let him mar you too badly, not to worry…. Nameless, I have put my work in to, create…. Richard." Slade tilted Richard's head up to meet his eye. "However… he is not needed, any longer. He'll be resting for a very long time…. As you should be –

"No, master…. I DO want to meet her –

~The boy is curious to know of the women I'm to use his body to wed for an eternity. ~ Trigon nodded, interrupting the evil mortal's courtship.

~ The two need not meet; I fear his state is still, resisting your controls, and my own. By way of protective magic. See to it, Slade that he is prepared for me and I shall return you to your rightful place as ruler of this domain under my dominion. ~

~ Of course. I wish to uphold our agreement until the bitter end, your majesty. ~ Slade returned his attention to Trigon. The demon in red however, only toothily smirked to reply back with a cackle;

~ That, will never come to pass. ~

After the message had been sent, Slade sighed as Trigon let his hold go over Slade's mind. Slade looked to his apprentice, only to freely grip the boy's scalp with that free hand, and tug Richard's face to meet his leering one eye again.

Leering, he was bored? Tired? Wh -

No, he wanted something else.

To be accepted.

Dick's eyes grew wide.

~ Don't let him in –

A *Slap* across the face. Dick gasped and spat out a bit of blood from his mouth. The floor could have it. His head would remain attached -

"You're subconscious is still rejecting me…" Slade hissed, furiously. "For this DEAL to work, you have to let me in. NOW. I COMMAND IT –

"NO!"

"You've already tried my patience one - too - many - times now, app –

"Not… -

The man didn't let the boy finish.

Another hit had Richard seeing stars.

"WHO?" Slade dragged the boy by his scalp and at the back of his neck towards the bat computer's chair. In the cave, Constantine's attacks were useless. They were safer here than in the manor, where Dick could reclaim those missing memories.

"You'll not me deny this time I've got left, appre-

"Not! –

Slade tossed the boy into the bat's computer chair; his frightened face was now back to looking like Robin's old look of denial and disgust.

"I'll TAKE IT." Slade leaned over the boy as Dick proceeded to bat the man off of him.

~ Too heavy, not…~

"That! –

"Agh!" Another punch to disorient. Slade's eye behind the mask looked ready to maul him as before.

"You've played your hand, but now it's my turn; the offer?" Richard did know, as his breathing hitched.

The batting then stopped, mid – way.

"The one where I'd promised to personally break you?"

Dick froze and his hands went all but still. To his sides, as his face looked to the man for any signs of sympathy at all, left in that lone orb of charcoal grey...

"This isn't right…. Trigon –

"Trusts us, and when he does lose his focus…. We'll take his throne. THAT." Slade leaned into the chair as Richard scrunched up into it some more. Cowering as he had in the bedroom the last time…

The man's hot breath was suffocating the child. Wide eyed and determined to discover a way out.

But…

There wasn't.

"THAT. Apprentice, is why you must obey…Or you'll only let the demon kill us both off…And Raven…?"

Slade cocked his head in question of that thought as Dick sat petrified in his chair.

"I was going to keep her, to service you if you'd obeyed my every command….so? Why don't we get started, then –

"Wait! –

"I've done so already in letting you stall, and yet you've continue to fight me." Slade stood a bit taller. Dick wouldn't run. His friends and the world's safety were on the line.

"I…"

Still, he was afraid… the impending doom, giving up his soul to a monster that was not Trigon.

Because Slade in a way, was also all – seeing to the boy…

Dick shook his head, breathing harder. Trying to stay together.

"I…. I'm not…. –

"If you don't do as I command, then your body, your soul?"

Richard gulped. His lip trembled, he felt so weak. So frightened by the man's gaze.

"They won't come back up. I can truly promise that to you, especially from what your debt is to me…" Slade leaned back in, his eye in a squint as if toying with the boy's emotional breaking point. Widening the gap, for the day that he'd have his apprentice willingly. He reached out a gloved palm to caress the boy's face, only to let it go just as soon. Dick trembled, he didn't know what to do.

"I can do far worse than simply beat and rape a teenager into submission. You know that. It's my job to get information out of my client's targets, at any cost –

"But you won't hurt kids… –

"Children... "Slade shook his head with a mild chuckle behind the grates of his mask. Standing upright in front of his witless protégé. Richard exhaled; the air returning to his lungs, the man giving him space…

"Oh, Richard…. Where did I leave that part out?" He asked in a mocking tone. "They, are safe from my hand. But, teenagers though? They are just moments away from becoming a threat to my plans. And, quite frankly? I don't care what science tells me."

Dick's eyes bulged out.

~ Shit! His morals were sick! ~

"Oh… my God…. you are a! –

"Angghh….!" Slade had activated the nanobots in Richard via their link, and the collar was going along with this plan. Liking the pain that it could siphon off. Dick's face was bright red. His pants, too tight….

Such a blur as Dick felt his lips tingle…. some –

"NO!" He fought it back but his body, was unable to comply. No magic, only his mind for now was safe.

The headache returned as the bots took hold of that too. Panting, trying to come up for air.

All the control. All the power.

"Now, be a good boy and let me take what's owed. You still owe your master that blowjob. Alright…. We'll start by stripping away that ego of yours, for good -first.

He reached out to touch the air in front of them, and Dick screamed.

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~I found it! ~

Jinx came out of her trance, instantly. Sweating from her great big discovery. "You don't wanna know what, but you can't stay in the watch tower like a bunch of babies. You have to go, now!" She warned the heroes.

"What? What did you sense?" Hawk woman asked eagerly.

"Get me Kid Flash, you have to go to –

"What!?" KF came zooming out of the med bay to see Jinx in her state of unease.

"Are you ok –

"NO! Your leader is about to let us have it! Slade is winning! I saw! He's going to take over the world soon, and there is nothing –

"What about Trigon? And friend Raven?" Starfire interjected. "Why do we not worry about the demon who has made a contract with the other mad – man?"

"BECAUSE." Jinx gasped out with her body still shaking. "He knows how to control Trigon and steal his magic; to use him like a weapon. That thing…. Ah

"The staff…" Constantine grumbled. Jinx collected herself. That feeling…. So dark…

"Yes...It can be used the same was as Raven's gem…." Jinx held her skull as she felt the connection still unbroken. Slade was taking something sacred, defiling it….and she couldn't stop shaking. Is this why Raven had lost? She'd felt it too? The energy of demon?

"Sit, we must collect more information if we can about im." Constantine directed Miss Martian to try her luck in locating any surviving Titans or JLA members trapped on earth. Starfire and KF made sure that Jinx was mostly undamaged by the dive into the teen's line of sight.

"This was never about Slade buddying' up with a devil, he was the damn monster to begin with. Always one step ahead, and now he's gonna get what's coming –

"What? Slade? What did he …?" Bb tried to understand from beside star and Cy what that implied.

Without his smokes, John felt hopelessly ansty to head back to earth and perish with his comrades in one final hurrah.

"The backlash of his contract; a curse that even Slade can't counter I bet…."

"What…what is it?" Cy gulped. "Something pretty bad, you guess?"

"Really… It could turn the world we know into a living hell that is unreachable by any rescuing party, or it could turn his world to absolute dust. I don't know. Trigon was once god – like in his status, but his magic has since become tainted. He used to live among those of Azarath as a head –

"Wait, what? He's actually normal?" Jinx gawked. "You, told me he wasn't from here –

"Most interdimensional beings are still carried by their mum and dad's loins, lov. The powers of Lady Azar were dark; no matter how you know it to be in the story of her coming, but those powers also inhibit light magic to counter the contrary abilities that a user of her congregation may exact upon one's enemies in battle, or to protect Azar's temple… I believe that Trigon was once a dark sorcerer who gained a few ranks up from within another interdimensional hell. Maybe even as a corrupted lord or as a deity like Azar - it states in his list of abilities…like most gods, they fall and may become a might wicked, soon after. Causing mischief, chaos... As is the case of your "devil" here in Earth's theological tales of good versus evil. Recall that this is a parallel world to beastie, Slade." John tried to explain. "He's set on having what he wants, with bodies strewn about to accomplish this. He's doing one think though that turns me off…He is avoiding sacrificing Robin's whole soul. He'll split it, Sure - but he won't bury the entire corpse."

"He…. cares?" Starfire didn't know love this way, but it was perverse and cruel to call that man good by any means. Slade was twisted and surreal in his belief of a proper afterlife.

That was a line he should not have crossed.

"Think of it this way, an angry uncle kills his brother's child; pure and decent. Like Loki and Baldur. Or –

"We get it, Batman was the main reason but he couldn't have only wanted Ro –

"He wanted to feel, but I don't know why…. This universe isn't like the one I was from recently. I traveled, and saw many different outcomes. Even with Trigon, I doubt this outcome will last if someone else looses."

"What are you talking about?" Sneered Jinx. "I know Raven and you put a wall up psychically to protect Robin, but right now that wall is what's keeping us from getting away from this crazy "outcome" you keep talking about so high and mighty." She responded.

"No. That wall is actually not a good thing. If another outcome appears and Dick does lose to his keeper, what do you think happens with his head if Slade wins but never destroys his subconscious self? If it lags on until he's grown? I think that we can always look to the past, but for some reason…I believe we need to focus on now. If Dick ever beats Deathstroke and takes the crown, what will happen if he's not like the monster he's beaten?"

"Is that a trick question? Dude! Rob would so be evil if he's all screwed up! I don't buy it –

"What if he uses Trigon's magic to reverse this entire scenario from the start?"

Bb went quiet at that question. This was a quiz. Someone was getting graded afterwards.

/

~Did you know? Did you know? The child of Trigon is supposed to wed a mortal man! From earth, no less. Ohh! I wonder if sister will invite any guests to her wedding? ~

~Shadows can talk, yes, they can; listen from the walls and the homes of those who cannot see us! Tee hee! The realm of Trigon is prosperous, but there is another! Of lovers! Of doom too come! Oh no! Oh No! Did you know? Did you hear? There is someone who loves the mortal she is to wed – but they cannot love, isn't that strange? ~

~It is! It is! The horror oh, the horror! Wait! But wait! There is time, is there not, time? Time to visit and cling to the present –

~Present? Where? ~

"Shadows, begone!"

The one to banish the talking shadow whisperers was a rather disturbed version of the one who could stop all of Trigon's wrongs for good, however….

Hell, was besides the reason. She was trapped in a place that could have been once called home. The spirited evils had dispersed, while this protagonist continued to scout the area of her own free will.

Raven's cloak had since gone to become white and grey as it seemed her powers were no more useful than her lineage to an all-mighty demon king.

Raven looked around to see fire and chattering souls wherever her head did turn to spot them. Under rocks, by paths that stretched unto infinity, and so long ago had she known this god - forsaken space…

Of memories she'd tried to forget, but they were hers. They belonged, as did she.

Or, she had once believed this, had it not been for the Teen Titans.

She'd been saved by the four, and she was now indebt to their fearless leader most of all.

Had he not pulled her from her dreadful miseries, she'd still be wandering the world looking for a way back.

Home. Sighing… Home, was not here. And yet, a part of her had lived. And so, she set forth –

As the brave could never hope to tarry.

She scaled cliffs from memory.

Passed demonic guards without being spotted.

She knew every nook, cranny, and trap of this space in Trigon's world. In his mind, and without the map she'd be lost again.

Somehow, the irony suited this Titan's scenario quite well.

She needed that part of her darkness to get free; to rise to the earth's crust and find her friends before it was too late.

"I might already have lost him…" Raven clutched the side of her head from the aura's energy of the one she would be bound to. Or, her other self; the one that Trigon wanted to –

She looked up. He wasn't supposed to harm her…And yet, Slade…He'd crossed a line. He was infected by the madness of her father. For sure. Slade wouldn't have raped a child, or a teen. He wasn't that….

No, he was. Something else bothered her though.

He'd protected Dick from becoming like Raven. Totally obedient. She'd sensed it too. He didn't want the fight left out of Robin's alter ego.

As the EGO was to the SELF. Well, the Alter - self was now Nameless. A drone; a simple lap – dog, to satisfy Slade's every whim and desire.

And blind for it…to want to do so for the man behind the mask…

She'd not considered how this would be connected to the end of the world. Robin as collateral. Or Batman in the grave to satisfy the boy's new master.

It made her mad, angry. Slade had tried so many tricks before, but this…was a crime against nature.

~I can try, I know I can…~ She just knew her powers would be weakened since she'd come this far. However, her telepathy was as any empath. Always there from birth. She tried…and what she found was far more than she'd been willing to question.

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Hate me.

Hate me.

Still not me, but somebody like you.

I could never….

/

Cold water, he was drenched in sweat. Poured a -top his ebony locks to swelter – and yet…

He took it all in, as if this fire hadn't been lit by a single match.

No, by a fiercer sort of quarrel from within –

Sickly, as if dying. He was choking.

He couldn't tell. Seeing what lay beyond the void, Dick winced. So much pain, it urged him to look up.

To beg out and to know of the one who'd administered this waxing and waning feeling from his gall to the crown of his head. Eyes barely opened; he saw a light…A swinging lamp?

What was it? Why? Why?

Oh, right…Slade had promised…. He'd promised…

To break me.

/

Choking the life out of Dick took some real stamina, for sure. He did so to administer a slow faux - death. The boy would come back. The Nanobots would react and heal his bruises…and then?

They'd start all over again.

Hypnosis he had used; as a way to trick his apprentice's body into recovering out of sheer instinct. Slade could control every cell. To fake a death without the use of drugs or machines, Dick had to learn that this would be a true shaman's death.

The boy stayed in his grasp; still as a lifeless doll, as one shaken by a rabid pooch. Slade whispered into the boy's ear as he stayed close…So close…

"Every layer I peel back, you'll recover a part of yourself. And when you stop breathing again, you'll continue the cycle of death, and rebirth until every part of you is laid bare before me to rip to pieces – I'll keep the parts I want from you, apprentice…. But, your ego? Is going to crack like an egg. And I'll be there to clean up the broken shards by hand, bit by bit. So…. I hope you'll have a good nap…. Now….it is time to wake up! –

Dick gasped as his body returned from the den of the underworld. Oh, he'd seen so much in his mind, but was it all –

"Hello, Robin. Time to die –

"WHA–

"NNHAAAAGGH!" The boy was throttled to the chair as he left the world, only to return again and again. He miraculously yet briefly saw them, he recalled Bruce and Batman.

When he was killed, it was there. And then…. he died, and it was all lost.

Again

And again

And again.

And still, Slade was looking for a way inside. A way to break him as he'd promised in their earlier delay.

Richard couldn't fight. He couldn't win…But, for some reason, every time he was about to be strangled, he resisted. That part. The part Slade refused to properly kill off, was what he was probably still looking for.

His resistance. His denial. His rebellious self.

He wanted to tame it. To keep it close. To capture its image as his own muse…

And his enemy, that still remained too close for comfort.

"Let's speed things along. I am going to confuse your senses. You'll feel pain from this, but also pleasure in what I give. You'll not deny me, now…. We shall continue…."

Richard's eyes popped as Slade's mask went up and his bearded face came forth to take Robin's lips in a passionate, heated kiss.

Yet, his grip on the boy's neck did not end. He still tried to strangle, but it was a strange way to go.

The pain became something unreal, unheard of. He felt the bots working against his wishes as Slade made his teenaged pupil moan in his throat. Then, he died and was again greeted by the man in his eyes…

Good…. You're learning…. Succumb to it…. Let me take a peek….at what you're willing to sacrifice everything for…. ~

The link further weakened Grayson's walls, as they allowed the kiss to deepen further, as Deathstroke took the boy once again. Slade's hypnotic song made Robin blush. His mind – taking "metal collar" Dick gripped onto and tried to tug it at his own throat, just to feel those larger hands and his own touching as Slade continued with this pain for pleasure trade off.

His apprentice's young body grew slowly hotter and his own pants cramped by the taste of poison on his lips. Sweet nectar, in fact…. Honey on the tongue.

~N…N…. o…. -

~Yes…. You want it. Don't you? Tell me the taste is enough to satisfy…You'll be letting go of this pleasure, very soon...~

Slade tightened his hold from around the boy's neck. This time, it stung. The collar was digging into his flesh.

Richard's eyes popped as his hands moved to push at the man's chest on "bare" instinct. He was going to kill him, again! No! He had t –

"NNHHMMMM!" Dipping the boy's head back even more, his neck craned uncomfortably to nearly tip the chair from the ground, but Slade held them steady. He'd not let go again.

~You are my way into that world. I want to show you the paradise that I've been searching for…. Let me in and I won't let you starve for affection any longer. Think of it; you'll finally have a place to call your own. You won't fight and kill; you'll only do as I wish. To please me…. You don't want to fight. You want to be forever cared for –

~NNMMM…~

The kiss was more likely bordering into nips of ecstasy at this point. Slade's lips let his bird breathe, as that goatee left to find another spot to toy with on the boy's lilt little body. Not so little by his angle. Not anymore. Another moan from the cat.

Another growl from the big bad tiger.

~ Dizzy…~

Dick felt his head spin backwards as the blood rushed to his groin. And to his skull, as the chair was further tipped. It dawned on him that Slade had moved the seat to lean it against another surface so that they'd not crack their skulls wide open (should he push for more bonding between master and apprentice.)

Slade let his words grace the boy; draping over a false hope, a false underatanding as he strugled in silence. "Mmm…...you are still fighting your master, Robin.…I think we can fix that –

"Ulp!" Dick was tugged from the seat at lightening speed. Slade had him on the ground on his ass as he took to finding dominion over the tainted throne and sat; his own larger pants now pulled lower and his belt loosened just so that this little punishment would sink in.

"Being the bottom is no privilege, yet...to put it simply...you'll need to continue to earn your keep. And this, is your reminder of why you serve me. Your city, your team. All of it belongs to me now. Accept that and accept that you can no longer change what has come to pass. Go on, apprentice. Show your master just how sorry you are. Or…. I'll gladly get you to prove to "Alfred" that you no longer serve the bat."

The way he said it, the stiffness in Dick's throat as he coughed up phlegm to get better. To feel well again…. To keep Al from dying as he had…

Yet, he was serious. No more mister nice Master Slade…He had to try to face it…

But…

Dick was speechless. He almost wanted to gag at the position he was in. "You…. are serious…. You want me –

"I expect no less from the hero who's sworn to me his very life AND the lives of his former friends." Slade answered. "Now, do as you are told. Come. On your knees."

"Th…. the gel –

"No." Slade denied his apprentice that right. He'd feel, not be numbed to his punishment.

"Go ahead, grip it and start before I drag you over here, myself."

Dick felt the lump grow. It stayed put as he tried not to lose his mind to the scenario in which he'd been placed by some "mysterious figure." (Fanfic writers. Hah.)

"I…. I don't have a choice."

"Now you get it…then, what do you do? What comes next?" Slade was teaching him to die, here was a time to truly lose his confidence, or to regain it wholly. As another he'd hardly recognize.

Here, there were only those who took too long to keep soft. And those who couldn't hold their, cum before the other.

Here, was a way to make him sorry for all he'd done to infuriate the man. To try his patience.

Slade was serious, so Robin brought his soon ungloved hands up, letting down the man's underwear to find that his body moved and his brain had turned to ice and liquid.

He was slush, but his hands moved and fumbled with what lay beyond the cloth. An instrument meant to punish him and reward what efforts Slade's apprentice might present on future –

"Wa –

"Tick – tock, Robin." Slade tapped his foot and tried to bring the boy back. Dick blinked back into his body. He looked up at Slade with eyes the size of dinner plates. Frowning, he had trouble with his focus.

The man grinned and leaned a bit to seek out this slight of a shocker. He wanted to keep the child busy for as long as it took to crack that shell set around his not so humble protégé. He purred to the child, lastly.

"Time, is not on your side. You'd better hop to it, White Rabbit or you'll be late for the end of the world…And, don't you have a bride to save, Robin?"

/

If we showed you the outcome, if we showed you how he grimaced at his throat wearing a coat of semen in only milliseconds, then you'd certainly imagine a "fin" where "the end" should have been.

Well, Slade had to break him. Getting Trigon's vessel to lie down low at his feet was no easy task. The boy, needed a lot of patience from his teacher. In other words…

He was a rather, slow learner in the art of deep throating.

Then again, it took practice. They didn't have all day, as Slade made sure the boy was paying close attention to detail. If he could crack a safe's combination, why should this be any different?

There was no mystery to the humming as it left sensationally static vibrations to move up and down his long shaft, while the boy's head was forced to comply in the very beginning with some help from the nosy nanobots.

If only that had been Wayne at his feet…In a way, it could have been. Dick's black hair bobbed as his body twisted to secure every drop from the slippery shaft. If only he'd put more effort into fighting than pleasing the man before…Still…No, matter.

He'd learn, just as much as before.

Slade decided to give the boy a wake up, so he shoved in deeper, watching the kid's eyes bulge from their black and blue sockets.

What was this? Was he already done?

"You'll have to do better than that. This blowjob was long overdue; since the events in Bludhaven. A whole two weeks worth of waiting on your promises…..so, you'd better force that throat to work a bit harder for your master's sake, or Starfire's life will end up shorter than the average Tameranean lifecycle –

"Mmmhhmm!" Dick shook his head as he let his lips again tickle the man's dynamite length. Still, it was no small feat. Slade had exposed his member before to the boy. Well, he'd also left Robin's ass exposed but that was besides the point.

The boy sloppily deep throated while he could muster up some courage - as he'd picked up a few start - up tricks to get the job done. Was Slade a whore or a king? Did Richard even know how to woo a woman? No, he was a pathetically sheltered teenager who'd left his heart to lady justice, long ago.

His body twitched a bit as his reward was nearly in sight. The boy bucked and the man's thick pre cum swished past his tongue. Not bad for a first blow. But far from over. Slade got teste as the boy's head of hair was gripped, this time not letting him go at his slower pace, but at rapid speed for the man stay happy. He needed to think like a winner, like that hero he'd discarded. Or someone was going to suffer for the child's insolence later…

The pacing almost stalled as Slade opened his mouth to add in;

"You'll take the rest, no spilling a drop or her head will roll under your watch. Continue –

"Nm-hmm!" The boy's mouth was given the ride of its life a Slade hand clutched the back of Richard's dark head of hair, pressing him forth onto his master's cock without a way turn back the clock.

End of the world…. this was what people did at the end; they hid deep in the shadows, searching for a good –

"Fmm-mnc-kck!" Dick Sputtered out a word that was hidden beneath those lips; those abused lips, now.

Slade simply let his apprentice drink in the unbearable truth.

He was nothing. He could not leave; how could he erase the past now? Slade would never let him go…

It had always been about him. He wanted Robin's all…And now, he almost –

Dribbling forth, Dick sucked down the fluids as the picture of a short pipe, only able to catch the mother load before his head was dragged in deeper again; to catch the rest, came to mind...

Water logged with cum.

Oh…he couldn't displease his master…It was escaping his lips…too much to mix with his saliva. His raw taste. Everything would soon ache for more…

Right…. Slade was here, they were safe…He could go on –

The boy's last reward came at a sudden cost of his thoughts and a portion of his control was no more guaranteed, while the flow seemed to have no stopper to it. He'd been long overdue for this. No joke there….

Slade soon again spoke with a tone that conveyed warning.

Dick wanted to cough. He'd lost their little game. Robin panicked as the poor boy was tugged off of the man's larger member with a swift yank of it from his tortured lips. He coughed more times than he could count and tried to stop the semen at his throat from making him blind, but not from desire. It was too much to –

"You left some behind, so I'll be taking something precious from you now." His eye grew wide at the tortured hero's gasp on those stained and pretty lips, "Say goodbye to that alien, hero."

It clicked as the intense feeling of their relationship, was the only way out. Dick felt it shatter. A window. A balcony.

Walls of his sanctuary had started to break and shatter by way of psychic visualization...

He could see the window panes rupturing to shards a plenty. The roof caving in...

With a gulp, he drank up the last of the man's thick fluid and said not a word, cleaning up the engorged shaft as a cat to a saucer of milk. His master's cock was near spotless by the time the boy was through. Like the pink jelly in the bedroom, the white liquid made his body tingle all over.

So, Dick let it go. He said something to stop this horror, this man from taking all that he had left to protect.

"No... I'll do it. I'll give you everything…." He said, after the cum had gone down into his stomach. Warming every inch of him... As if by a lure, a charm, he slowly picked himself up to climb into the man's lap. Willingly.

He'd not need the bots to show him what to do. He'd already had a good teacher…. now, it was time to get that extra credit.

Lips were there, and then, hands through hair and skin... He tried his best to use a little moan to entice the man as they kissed…. But –

It was half – hearted. It always would be. Dick's desire only functioned if he could not truly "love." But to reap the benefits. He had to be ruthless to feel anything, just like his master.

Slade was a cruel teacher, surely – for Robin had been given lee way by the man too many times and that wasn't a part of their bargain to begin with.

"Sorry." Slade left the kiss and gently caressed the boy's cheek. As if apologetically, he frowned but and mocking pouted his lips.

Dick's reddened cheeks made Slade's inner evil self of lust, mad with a desire impregnated by sheer distrust. His apprentice was at least trying to get what he wanted. But it was all for naught. Not for him. Not for anyone else.

"She'll not live to see it with you; our world..…. Here, is where you shall belong…. By my side…."

Still as he ever could, he was placed where there was little room left between them. Dick's face flushed crimson, his eyes only saw and felt as the heat inside him refused to die. Urged to sit where his master had unlimited access, he knew what the man wanted and was willing to comply. He had no other choice. He gulped up his pride and swallowed it whole.

"I don't want your body left alone, I want it all, that part you won't show another living soul….so…. will you? Let me in, child? Apprentice?" Slade directed the boy to lose his pants entirely, his belt and so on. Richard did.

He settled onto the tight rod as it hadn't finished taunting him. Yes, his bum would be filled before dawn with the man's seed. He had only this outcome to expect.

Only this time, no rape. No regrets.

He'd do this of his own accord. A true hero to go down in flames.

The man's cock was placed directly over by his apprentice's exposed hole, he pushed down onto it with a wince as the PTSD of their first night egging him onwards. With the biting lips and the seething in and out, all of his boy;s reaction was entirely relevant (in Slade's apprentice's case.)

A first break. The bots had gone into full swing to sweeten their deal.

As if this were again, his very first time.

And again

And Again.

Just to satisfy the lust behind the mask's man's intent. His true reason for becoming a criminal, perhaps.

To give the man a proper reward for all he'd done.

Savior? Hah! A man in a devil costume could do better –

Dick didn't scream, he couldn't have! The boy threw a hand to hi s lips to hide it. That shrill cry. No…

Slade watched and waited before they'd begun to move into a steadily, rising rhythm. The boy's eyes were pricked by light tears at the corners of them. That could happen on a first. He had to loosen up…that would be with time…

As if Slade would let the boy off that easily. For now, he'd ache to release his whole self to the man.

"After this little moment, you'll finally give up…and…. the link cannot be broken….so…show me, apprentice…. What you…are willing to sacrifice…!"

Another thrust, and another, and another.

As soon as they'd been bent in twisted knots for that time, Dick simply fell onto the man's shoulder and sung out the only sad song that he could recall.

"S…. sl... sla...slaaaade!" The boy came, and it took about the perfect timing in all the universe to hear that sweet tune again. The boy's song was set in stone, his command had the teen coming with his head thrown back in no time.

Richard leaned back into the man's shoulder and threw his arms round his master's large neck with a great big sigh. He panted heavily, and again the man was not yet quieted by the boy's breath "tickling" against his neckline. He became active and harder than earlier, as the teen stayed within those arms and continued to moan out the man's name.

Layer by layer.

Bit by bit.

He'd leave the parts he didn't want…behind….to die…. like this –

A position shifted and the teen's ass was grabbed to push down harder onto the man's cock as Dick clawed the man's back, falling forwards, then to be pulled - with his wrists pinned to his sides as the intensity made him howl out in shock.

~IN! LET YOU…INNN!"

"Very good…!" Slade thrust inside, once more, and the world suddenly turned to white.

/

Painted in a memory that did not need to answer to time's redirection. It was a vision of a man clad in black with a blue bird as his symbol for justice and peace about his chest. He stared back and gave a weak smile to the barer of such a fine curse. The vision's self and its masked eyes were by far more expressive than the Batman's, and his hair longer than Slade's warrior tale had been a mere two months ago.

All in black, no greys to be had…

"That was me…. That was…" Dick wept as he continued to see the crashing bricks of his consciousness come loose from within his withering mind.

In

Out

IN

OUT

IN….

In Slade's arms, he was petted, made to let go. To forget. The Titans were going to lose. He had to stay, he wanted to keep living…for now…he didn't want to end the world…

"M- m- master!…." Dick *moaned* in a sobbing riot as Slade was compelled to comfort what was left of the boy's grief. One last go, one last release and he was through….

Until it lay as nothing…Until he'd withdrawn his sword, saved it for a tougher fight. The boy's ass throbbed as Slade coaxed the crying teen to know his place, slowly pulling out as the boy softly yipped from the sensation of having been taken by a truly mad man...

He was done, for now.

Slade soothingly cooed to the child to have him stop shaking. His voice was as a dozen daggers to the mind and spirit of the teen, as Dick's voice echoed out.

His cries remained unheard by anyone else.

"You're finally perfect, my little bird …. like you must be…I'm very proud…of you."

Dick sniffled and could not flee; he didn't want to leave. There was nothing out there to return to. Slade had won. And he…was finally a part of the man's big plans for that unyielding future.

A future as unclear as the name he now bared.

Nameless. A soldier without a heart to love by.

Nameless; his master's prized possession for all eternity.

/

The day finally dawned, and the world shook its tendrils as fate's hand was laid down flat against the stony grit that was the Earth's decimated surface.

What should have been a lovely take over and backstabbing plot overhaul, had turned into a game – yet, the winner?

Was certainly not Raven.

For the false face of the empath was laid to rest. The bride was not to be.

Trigon was sealed up tight as a Pandora's box became his new home, as Slade had predetermined that his victory should be a riveting success.

Starfire had been killed by her "unknown" illness right before the battle. All but Robin had shouted out her name as she'd fallen from grace in her sleep. He'd only looked on at the fight, unfeeling as he'd chosen to be for all but his master.

Constantine had been spat out into space; without the pity of the fates to guide him to his time. Forced to wander throughout, searching for a doorway towards the present time line.

To no avail, his luck had run dry...

Cyborg was taken out, permanently by commando bots and fire beasts that the nanobots had taken over. The infection was quite severe. He'd cursed Slade's name to the heavens, and Flash wasn't there to call Deathstroke's bluff. He'd been able to self destruct to prevent any more casualities…but…

Beast boy had lost control of his animals, and Wonder Woman had killed the boy to save the Titan from his suffering body – it had been rejecting the anti - Nano – bot's treatment, as Aqualad's case had proven to be quite fatal as well…

Speedy had died by fire protecting whomever he could. A true hero; Arsenal. A willing warrior to the blaze.

Miss Martian had been away from her body too long and did not return. Zatanna ha been zapped and charred beyond repair. Not even a curse could be uttered in her dying state.

Jinx had eventually succumbed to a mental breakdown by one of Slade's mind games, and KF never looked back as he ran while the world worked into a blazing inferno to catch his quick feet from escaping the Titans' punishment.

GL had suffocated from poisonous gases from below the Earth's crust, come up to greet him as he'd called out to the Lantern corps for help.

Not a soul listened as he shut his eyes to the endless destruction of his home world.

And as for Hawk Woman and Jhonn Jones? Something close to "abduction by tentacles" that cannot be describe due to the sheer length of time for one to be tormented by such figures from the mysterious, unknown.

Bumble Bee had died trying to protect what humans she could, with any remaining Titans still lagging behind as her leadership had faltered. Slade had made sure of that, and had send Richard to quiet the newer heroes of Young Justice before they could try anything stupid.

Super boy almost went after Slade, but Trigon's magic presence and Slade's undying wit were something unparalleled and incomprehensible to the teen son of superman.

Superman had lost the sun's light, so he's slowly died as a result of his ongoing grief for the mortal of his ongoing affections - Lois Lane.

Robin was his foot soldier, his killing drone as he didn't even quip or utter a word the entire ceremony to fight, over earth or over Starfire's bots eating her away as she slept and dreamed of a time without Slade coming into their lives.

With one last face off, KF came back to try and use the speed – force, combined with the time - relic or techno magical amulet…

But Slade shattered that too.

"I have plans for this world, if anyone still objects!?"

He shouted this, and the people listened. The candy had been in their systems since the time before Trigon's arrival. It would have been impossible to say that time could ever be stopped…

Just as the Nanobots, no one would ignore the mercenary and victor over Lord Trigon's reign, ever again.

"We've done it, apprentice." Slade stepped down from his pillar, as KF and any living Titans were left shaking their heads at the Titan traitor. His blood-soaked suit was all but glorious, but Richard's eyes were a turn on. They craved more. So much to heal the hurt that they both felt.

"You've made this world a reality by keeping your promise to me. And that is a promise I intend to make you keep, for a very long time…" He lifted the boy's chin to him as Robin smiled back.

Weak from the rush dying off, Dick spoke and hoped that he'd never utter another sound for as long as he should live in regret.

But, he could not. He didn't regret it. There was still one more thing….in the future. One more thing to do to see this through.

"I'll be glad to follow you there, Master. Please, show me the way…" Was all he could add as a blazing inferno took off in the distance from behind them. Slowly, Slade lifted up his mask to have the greatest desire made clear, one he could ever hope steal in a single given lifetime.

The most perfect equal. And now, it was all his.

/