A/N: o.o Short...chappy...but...kinky? O.o; Deal with it. Thanks for your reviews. I love you people. Two updates in one day...my excuse for this thing being so lame. Erm...yeah. But, I think I'm actually coming up with a plot now! Yay!

-Apprentice, Continued-

By Lyla Hayden

Part Five:

"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." Robin opened his mouth to scream but his mouth was captured by Slade's. A tongue slid into his mouth and Robin bit down on it. Hard. Slade groaned when shocks coursed through Robin's body, lightly caressing himself as well.

Robin felt himself getting weaker in the arms of this...man. This man that had caused him so much trouble. So much pain. Why was this happening? Robin closed his eyes (when had he opened them?) and fought off a moan that his traitorous body wanted to let go.

Slade's hand moved from Robin's stomach to his manhood, gripping him with unneeded force. He began to stroke him to full hardness and Robin choked back any and all sounds he wanted to make so much.

The hands left him for a moment and Robin's eyes rolled into the back of his head, still trying to fight off the feelings. All skin-to-skin contact was gone but Robin could feel Slade's every movement on the soft bed. Why wasn't he moving?

He felt so...numb, but with feeling. As if that made sense, as if ANY of this made sense. Slade returned to his pet and ran his hands up Robin's sides. Said boy just rolled his head off to one side, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

His eye flew open when he felt a finger probe at his entrance. Touching was okay, maybe not completely, but he could deal with it, but NOT THIS. Robin attempted to move but that numbing sensation was there again and he found himself unable to move.

The finger pushed its way in and Robin tried his best to get away from the invader, but to no avail. After a moment of its poking, it was removed. Robin sighed mentally with relief. That is, until two fingers slid inside.

What was worse was that he wasn't hating the feeling the fingers provided to him. After a moment, the two fingers turned to three and Robin found himself wantonly trying to push his legs farther apart, despite the fact his mind was screaming about who it was that was making him feel that way.

When the fingers left him, he whimpered at the loss for but a moment. Slade made a soft 'shhh' sound and readied himself at Robin's entrance before pushing his way in at a slow pace, enough to let the boy get used to it.

The fingers were fine...but this hurt! Slade leaned over and huskily breathed on Robin's neck. "Gawd..." he muttered biting gently on Robin's neck. A few moments later, Robin had grown accustomed to the feeling and wasn't really objecting, except for the whole 'It's Slade' part that seemed to be drowned out in the sensuous sensations that he found coursing through his every fiber.

Slade began to move, slowly at first, but beginning to build up some speed. Soon he had a steady speed going that both of them found quite enjoyable. He pumped harder when Robin let out a moan of pleasure.

Slade's hand slid between them and began to stoke Robin's length with a speed that matched his own. Robin turned his head off to the other side, letting out another guttural moan that sent shivers down the older man's spine.

Slade increased his speed, pumping into Robin one last time before coming inside. The splatter of the warm liquid sent Robin over the edge, him coming only a moment after Slade. He collapsed on top of the boy and licked up the blood that pooled where he'd been biting earlier.

"Robin...Love....We can begin the third stage of your training after we've bathed." With a gentle kiss to the boy's lips, he pulled himself out of the weakened Teen Titan who lay there in his own blissful world for a few moments.

"More!"

"Harder, damnit."

"This sounds so bad, guys."

"What?" Starfire looked up from the cookie dough she was now folding to see Raven standing there shivering slightly. Cyborg grinned and tossed more chocolate chips into the mix. "We're making cookies. Would you like some when we've finished?"

"Why are you making cookies?" she asked, one eyebrow delicately arched.

Cyborg whispered to her, "We're keeping her mind off of Robin."

"Oh." She blinked softly. "Then, yes. I'd love one when they're done."

"What about tofu cookies? We're going to make those next! Fake eggs...milk-less chocolate...sounds great, doesn't it?" Beast Boy grinned from ear-to-ear.

"Yeah," Raven muttered, "sounds peachy." Once the cookies had been placed in the oven, the group sat around waiting for Beast Boy to make his own...special cookies whilst the others' cookies baked in the oven.

"I found something today." All of their heads snapped up to meet Starfire's gaze. "The man at the plant that the signal traveled through said he'd seen Robin with Slade. They were arguing about something and the guy said that he would look into where they went. Apparently, Robin's tracker was dumped by their plant."

Robin let loose a moan that shattered all of Slade's self restraint. Robin was sitting in his lap, curled up in the bathtub. Slade had begun to give Robin a very...thorough cleaning when he reached his privates.

Slade pushed his hand between the two of them and since they'd just finished doing it but five minutes ago, Robin was practically ready to go. Slade took no time in his prepping of Robin before he entered him in one go.

Robin arched his back, once more lost in the sensations. "I...hate you..." Slade laughed and nibbled at the bruising skin.

"I know, pet. I know."