A/N: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! ::Happy grin:: I'd have updated sooner, but I seem to have caught a cold. ::Sniff:: Not fun. But it gets better. o.o I've hit major writers block. Iuno if I want the TT's to save Robin or if I want Robin to fall for Slade or if I want Robin to learn to just deal with it all... ::Growl:: DARNIT! I do know that the TT's are not only WAY ooc, but they'll play a big part in whatever ending I choose. o.o; So...whoo! This...story...sucks...x.x Sorry. My first Titan story. SOOOOO ooc... ::.Dies:: Anyway...on with my short, stupid, pointless update...
-Apprentice, Continued-
By Lyla Hayden
Part Four:
Slade laughed and picked him up, dropping him into the bath. "Either you clean yourself or I will get in there and do it for you." And Slade just sat on the corner of the sink and watched. Robin ducked down a bit behind the tub wall and looked at the man.
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"No." Robin sat there for a moment. When Slade began to move, Robin jumped and began to bathe himself. Slade sat back down with a grin and just watched in unnerving silence.
When he was done, he looked up to see Slade standing there with a thick white towel in his hands. "Stand," he said hoarsely. Robin slowly stood up, gasping when the cold air hit his wet skin.
Slade wrapped the woolen towel around the smaller boy and tugged it tight around him, slowly beginning to dry him off, acting completely oblivious to the fact that not only was Robin's face bright red, but he was fighting it with everything he had.
"Stop moving so much! I can't dry you if you squirm like that!"
Robin sat across from Slade at the table, eating breakfast, or at least Slade was. Robin's face was a bright red. The only clothes Slade had given him were a pair of boxers and...well...socks. He was not only embarrassed, but freezing.
'Then again,' he mused, 'this is not unlike the pool...only...' He eyed Slade nervously and looked back down at his hands intertwined in his lap. 'I wonder what my friends are doing right now...'
"Eat, pet. Your training begins today, and we do want you to have enough energy to finish day one off without any...mistakes." Grumbling, Robin began to eat his eggs as he glared across the table at Slade.
Starfire whined and curled up on the couch. "What are we going to do about this?"
"About what? Robin leaving? There's nothing we can do, Starfire," said Raven. "There was something about his eyes that said he wanted to go with him."
"But...Robin's not gay! And he definitely wouldn't like Slade like that, even if he was gay!" Starfire shrieked. She wasn't going to give this up without a fight.
"Raven's right, Star. Robin LOOKED like he wanted to go," Cyborg interrupted.
"He looked like he wanted to be Slade's apprentice the first time, didn't he?" Starfire glared at the two of them.
"Well, I think he did want to. To save us, you know?" Starfire sighed and curled up. "I don't know what we could do even if we wanted to save him." Cyborg typed away at his laptop once more. "So just drop it, Star."
"But...THEY KISSED!" She flailed her arms around frantically.
"Star..." Cyborg muttered warningly. "Drop it. I want to finish writing this story. Kudo is just about to find out that Rikou loves him!" Starfire sighed and rested her chin up on her knees, hugging her legs to her chest.
The door burst open and Beast Boy came running in. "I found his locator. It was-"
"In the dump?" Raven asked. Beast Boy held it up and nodded. "Slade must have taken it off and tossed it. Not that we expected any less." She closed her eyes. "Now could we please just drop the subject for now at least? I'm trying to meditate."
"Writing. Shhhh!" Beast Boy plopped down by Starfire and looked at her. She just sat there thinking. 'Bleh...we shouldn't just take this sitting down, damnit!' Beast Boy slid an arm around Starfire and closed his eyes, resting it on her shoulder.
"Let's go take a look around the dump later on today, okay, Star? We can even ask the truck drivers if they know where it came from." Starfire smiled and nodded, feeling a little better.
"Shut up! Writing!" Cyborg hissed. The remainder of the group smiled knowingly and stayed quiet.
"A little bit to the left, pet."
"Gr...there?"
"Yes," Slade purred. "Wonderful." Robin growled again as he moved to add a tad more rubbing solution to the mixture on Slade's back. Robin sat over Slade's waist, straddling it, so he might be able to massage the area better.
"Okay. Enough. Your turn." Before Robin had a chance to think that statement through, Slade had thrown him down on his back and was towering over him. "Turn over, pet." He did as he was told, or at least started to, when Slade just gabbed him and flipped him the rest of the way. "Faster, pet, faster."
Robin jumped when he felt Slade straddle him as he'd just been doing. Cool liquid was sloshed over the bare skin of Robin's back. He made a little 'meep' sound and attempted to move away, only to be stopped by Slade squeezing his hips tightly with his knees, keeping Robin in place.
Robin winced in pain but made no further attempt to move. He bit down on his lip as hard as he could, ignoring the blood that was now being drawn. Fighting off a moan at the soft-soft-hard touch of Slade, kneading at his back in a slow rhythm.
He let out a gentle whimper when Slade paused in his administrations to apply more oil. Although Robin didn't see it, Slade smirked. Once more Slade began to massage the boy's back in a way that made the boy completely relax, near to the point of him falling asleep.
"Robin." The name was whispered softly and rather huskily. Robin turned his head off to the side and opened one eye to look at Slade. Slade leaned over and placed a kiss on Robin's shoulder before his hands slid up to work on that part of his back.
If Robin wasn't so relaxed or so much in heaven, he'd have objected to the kiss, but he feared that if he objected to that, Slade would stop everything, and it felt so good. The way his fingers made those little circles, pressing softly for a moment before applying a slight amount of pressure made it feel so...perfect.
The massaging stopped and hands flipped him over, pouring oil on his stomach. Robin just went with the flow, too relaxed to care at the moment. His eyes fell closed once more as that same rhythm that Slade had been using on his back now was used on his chest and stomach.
It all felt so wonderful, Robin seemed to forget who was making him feel so good. But it all came back to him about ten minutes later when Slade's tongue replaced his hands on Robin's chest, trailing up to his neck.
Robin's eyes flew open as if he'd just been dropped in a pale of ice-water. Robin grabbed at Slade's head, trying to push it away from his neck. Alas, Slade saw what he was attempting to do and pinned Robin's hands above his head with just one of his own before continuing to lick and now nibble on the tender flesh of the Teen Titan's neck.
Robin shrunk back into the folds of the blankets that pooled beneath him, still pulling at the hands that were holding him in place. A smooth, oily hand slipped beneath Robin's boxers, underneath the rim and pulled it down and off the boy's legs.
Slade pressed his knees between Robin's thighs, pushing them apart. Robin's eyes grew wider and pulled at his hands even more, trying to free them. Slade growled softly and bit down on Robin's neck making him cry out.
"What the hell are you doing?" Robin screamed out, just now finding his voice. Usually he was so loud and sure of himself, but this...this was new territory. Slade ran his free hand over Robin's bare stomach.
"Training. Massage, first stage. This, second stage. Just lie still and enjoy yourself."