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You HAVE to read "For Better and for Worse" to understand this story! Sorry…
This story is for Alonein-darkness7 who suggested a "what if" from "For better and for worse", namely: what if the acid didn't hit Slade?
It's also for "The Darkest Half", I think it was, and others, who suggested I could write a dark "what if" when I was moaning in the first chapters that I didn't know where to take the story. I opted for a happy ending for the original, but I guess this is for EVERYONE who wanted it dark. Can't get much darker. The last part can be slightly crack-ish, though… if you can see past what happened before that…
Disclaimer: Don't own them. If I did, Amnesty and the UN would get involved after this story. At least.
Pairing: What do you think? Really?
Background: Have to read "For better…" This story starts with a quote from it.
Warning: SERIOUS warning here! THIS IS DARK! It contains rape, torture and… it's not a nice story, m'kay? If you have the tiniest doubt if you should read this, STAY AWAY.
Since this story isn't a happy one, it's simply called…
For Worse…
- Quote from original story-
"What's the hurry? We got all night… and since you wanted me to make it pleasurable I will take my time with you…" Slade purred, but he still sat down on the bed and started to take off the heavy boots.
This was what Robin had been waiting for. All the fidgeting with his shoe had allowed him to palm the vial. As Slade sat down, one foot over the knee to pull his boot off, Robin quickly popped the lid of the container off with his thumb.
- End quote-
(Again. Before starting… read the top A/N if you haven't. Or I will call your mother.)
He never anticipated the sound to be that loud. It wasn't really, just a soft 'plop' but it was more than enough to alert Slade. As Robin brought his arm forward there was a sharp pain as it was hit to the side. Robin watched in horror as the precious contents of the vial splattered uselessly over the floor and wall, where it started so smoke slightly. Still following the plan, he grabbed Slade's gauntlets from the dresser behind him and headed for the exit. He managed to get one glove on and get the hand on the doorknob before being hit from behind and slammed into the door. The gloves were taken away and Robin himself thrown across the room, onto the bed. He quickly rolled backwards and stood there panting, as Slade pulled on the gloves and calmly picked up the vial from where it had fallen.
"Nitric acid, Robin? Good work getting it past the robots. They were told to scan for metal and search you, but they must have missed this."
Robin's heart was pounding. Slade was acting way to calm for someone who just almost got drenched in acid. If there was any justice in the world, the man's bare torso would have been half melted by now, but there he stood, praising Robin for being devious.
The boy backed away, but soon ran out of space. The bed sat between them, though, and Robin glanced at the door again. No. It was locked and he needed Slade's gloves to open it. He was interrupted in his thoughts.
"Now, Robin. Get on the bed."
The boy shook his head.
"I see…." the man purred. "So this 'I'll do it' only applies when you have a weapon, does it? Well, boy, it end's here. From now on we'll do it my way." Slade reached back into a drawer and once again Robin was staring at long steel chains.
"If you give in now, I'll only fuck you twice tonight…" Slade offered, only getting curses in reply from Robin. "No? You want more? I should have guessed…" suddenly he let one of the chains lash out, and Robin, trying to block it so it wouldn't hit his face, found it wrapping itself around his wrist with the help of the heavy manacle at the end. Slade gave a powerful tug and the boy stumbled, almost flew, forwards and landed across the bed. Desperately Robin flipped over and kicked out at the man, just to hear a click as a manacle fastened around one of his ankles. He cried out in terror as he felt his left foot being dragged down and fastened at the end of the bed with another horrible click.
"No! No! You can't do this! Stop! I-!" another chain lashed out and hit him on the side of his head. Robin almost blacked out for a moment, giving Slade enough time to secure his other leg. He then fastened the arm-chains to the headboard and climbed onto the bed to straddle the boy's thighs. This made him vulnerable to Robin's fists, which now flew through the air as the boy fought desperately. Slade caught them easily enough and avoided the head-butt this time.
Robin screamed again in frustration and fear as his left hand was pulled up and shackled in place. He managed to get his right arm free and clawed at Slade's chest as nothing else seemed to help. The man just calmly grabbed onto Robin's free hand and, looking into the boy's eyes, fettered that too to the headboard. As the final click was heard all energy drained from Robin's body. He slumped back into the hard mattress and closed his eyes, sobbing now.
"Please, Slade…. after everything today, please not this too? Please…"
"Oh, be quiet, boy, you are not even naked yet."
Robin's chest was bare, though, and Slade ran his hands over it, smiling behind his mask as he felt the boy cringe and try to get away.
Robin thought his chest would explode from his rapidly beating heart. Slade was exploring his upper body and all the boy wanted to do was scream. He bit back the cries, though, knowing they would only arouse the man more. As Slade suddenly moved off him and away from the bed, Robin was relived. It didn't last long, though, as Slade returned with two long metal poles. Robin cringed as the man laid them down close on either side of him and secured them to the top and foot of the bed. The poles looked to be of the same kind of material as the bed itself, and Robin suddenly had a feeling that this bed was built for this. Built to restrain him and let Slade fuck him. He couldn't hold back a cry at realizing this.
"Now. On your back like a girl, or on all fours like a dog?" Slade chuckled, running his finger over Robin's chest. The boy closed his eyes tight and just shook his head.
"Come on, Robin, tell me how you want to be fucked…"
"With love, by Red!" the boy snarled, and tried to bite the finger who had now moved up to his face.
"A biter, huh? Can't have that…"
Slade moved off the bed again, and returned with something that looked like a hard rubber ring in a small black harness. Robin didn't understand what it was, and it wasn't until Slade slipped the harness over his head and pressed his fingers into his cheeks to make him open his mouth, that he understood. With that in his mouth he wouldn't be able to close it.
"Nhhh…!" the boy fought as long as he could, but the inside of his cheeks had started to bleed from being pressed into his teeth and he finally gave in. The black ring slipped into his mouth, over his teeth like double mouth guards, and stayed in place with the help of the harness Slade now tightened.
"Delicious…." Slade drawled, looking down on the helpless boy. He let two fingers invade that pretty little mouth, smiling as he noticed that Robin was trying to bite down or at least only close his mouth. He couldn't do it of course. The 'O-ring-gag' was a wonderful invention in Slade's opinion, and he had lot's more toys he wanted to try out. But later. Most of them were more fun when the partner was willing, and in a few days or so, Robin would be…
Slade moved off the bed, yet again, and Robin stared at him in horror as he pulled a lever at the head of the bed, making Robin's arms rise up, Just before Robin thought he would be torn apart, Slade moved to the foot of the bed and loosened the chains at his feet slightly. Robin now half sat up in bead, arms tugged painfully upwards. He had been right, this bed had been designed to fuck him. The boy made a scared noise and closed his eyes again as Slade removed the rest of Robin's clothes. The boy's scrubs were easily torn off, and he boxers were no match either. Slade then undressed himself, smiling behind the mask in anticipation.
The boy became rigid as he felt the man straddle him yet again. Something was pushing into his mouth, something a lot bigger than a couple of fingers. Robin tried to shake his head, but Slade took a firm grip on his hair, as he pushed in deeper. Robin knew what was happening, but tried hard to ignore it. As the man's member pressed into his throat he choked, and his eyes flew open from the shock. Slade didn't let go, though, only pressed on until the boy was seeing black spots in front of his eyes. The man withdrew, just keeping the head of his cock in the boy's mouth for the moment, sliding it inside his cheeks and across his tongue. Then he suddenly thrust forward again, fucking the boy's mouth in earnest this time. He was annoyed that he couldn't get the boy to really deep throat him, but Robin's throat was just too tight still. Weeeeell… a bit of training and maybe another growth-spurt and the boy would be able to… that was the curse of being big, Slade figured. The man was getting close and debated with himself if he was going to allow himself to come, but decided he would. He recuperated amazingly quickly after all and the thought of coming in Robin's mouth was too tempting… with a last couple of thrusts he emptied himself and withdrew. He stared into Robin's mouth, marveling at the sight of his cum covering the boy's tongue and slowly slipping into his convulsing throat. He quickly undid the harness and pulled the gag out. Before the boy had a chance to react he slapped a hand over his mouth and pinched his nose shut.
"Swallow" he ordered calmly, and the blue eyes closed as the boy underneath him obeyed.
Feeling Slade's weight lifted, Robin dared to open his eyes again. Was it over? Surely Slade wouldn't have the energy to actually rape him now, would he? His spirit soared as he felt his hands being lowered and he slid down on his back again. Then Slade moved to the foot of the bed and Robin felt the chains there loosen as well. Slade was going to let him go!
"I think I want you on your hands and knees…" the man mumbled almost to himself, crushing Robin's hopes. He took a firm grip around the boy's ankles and flipped him over. Robin kicked as much as he could, but now he finally found out what the metal poles at either side of him were for. They had closeable hooks welded onto them and Slade could slip the loops of the chain through, securing it at any interval. Fastening Robin's right leg loosely for now, he moved on to the left one, bending it so Robin now was on one knee. He secured the chain at the manacle, making it impossible for Robin to move the foot at all. He then repeated the procedure with the left leg, leaving Robin neatly on his knees. He moved to the boy's arms, fastening them on the poles as well, closer to his body. Slade then stepped back to admire his handiwork. The boy had been screaming and cursing at him the whole time, but now, being in position, he had hung his head and was sobbing quietly. Slade's eyes moved to the bed it self. It was a piece of engineering art. There were lots of extra parts, poles and chains could even be fastened to the ceiling, and many parts could move around… actually… he went to the foot of the bed, grabbed the two poles Robin was chained to, and loosening a clasp, he slid them a bit to the sides, making Robin's legs spread apart further. The boy yelped and stared up at him over his shoulder. Slade secured the steel rods again, feeling very happy with himself.
"So Robin… are you ready?" he grinned as he went to the dresser again, getting some lube this time. The boy would be tight, after all.
"Slade… please…. have mercy! Nooo!" The boy screamed the last word as Slade climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself behind Robin.
"Mercy? Like you had, trying to throw acid on me?" Slade purred, coating a finger in lubricant.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Anything but this, please!" The boy was frantic now, trying to pull away.
"Anything? Maybe… Red in your place…?"
"No! Not that! No!"
"As you wish…." Slade pushed the tip of his finger in and Robin tensed.
"Relax and it will be easier… not that I really care." Slade told the boy and pushed his whole finger into him in one go.
Robin whimpered, a lovely sound according to the man, so he added another digit, making the boy cry out louder. Sick of waiting he straightened up, prepared himself and removed the fingers from the boy.
"I have wanted to fuck you for so long…" he purred to the boy. "Good thing I caught you before Red had a shot, right?"
"I hate you!" the boy sobbed, shaking under him. "I believed you when you said that you would let us go! And you o- AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!"
Slade finally had found a new way to make Robin stop talking, He wondered if it would work as well on Red. He doubted it. The kid could probably keep yapping while giving a blow job. He would have to test that. Sinking into the hilt without pausing, he took a moment to enjoy the feeling, before starting thrusting into the boy.
In the beginning Robin tried to snarl in defiance and anger, then the screams began. Later, as he found how the screams egged Slade on he tried to hold them back and they turned into whimpers and sobs. Then there was silence only disturbed by ragged, labored breathing, merely gasps, as the boy's body fought to stay alive. Slade took his time with him, trying all sorts of positions, until the boy's body was limp and unresponsive. Like a cat tiring of playing with the mouse once it's dead, Slade finally released the chains. Looking down at the crumpled form on the bed, the man smiled behind the ever present mask. Checking the damage he noted that there was blood, but not too much. The boy would heal and be fuckable again soon enough. Other than that his body was more or less covered in bruises from the chains and manacles, but also from when Slade didn't feel he screamed enough. He pulled on a pair of pants and his boots, hauled Robin's body over his shoulders and headed back to the cell.
Red screamed in hate and rage as he saw Slade with Robin's mangled body. Slade had to use the shock-collar on him to keep him from attacking, even though he had a broken arm. Even that nearly didn't work and Slade had to turn the power up to maximum before the boy collapsed on the floor.
Throwing Robin down on it with him, Slade brushed his hands contently and left them there.
Robin woke up to darkness and pain. He moaned quietly and immediately felt a hand on his arm. He cried out in alarm and tried to move away.
"Shhh… Robin, it's me! It's Red! It's only me!" the thief's voice was thick from crying and Robin almost didn't recognize it.
"Red…? Red, I'm sorry! I failed… I…"
"Sssshhhh…. honey…. love…. It's okay…" Red whispered, uttering one of the greatest falsehoods in the history of the planet, but didn't care. Robin started to sob, and Red couldn't keep his own tears at bay either. He had moved the boy to their bed, wrapped his naked body in their only blanket, and he lay next to him now, holding on to him tightly. Robin suddenly clung to him too and the boy's cried themselves to sleep.
They awoke as the light turned on. Still clinging to each other, they both gasped as Slade walked in.
"Ahhh… my little lab-rats…. how are we feeling today? Robin?"
The boy whimpered as he heard his name and his grasp on Red tightened. Red himself had never looked more dangerous. Eyes blazing, he stared at the man he hated in utter silence. Only that in itself was scary.
"Not very talkative this morning? No matter. I am only letting you know that the preparations will start now and your treatments will begin this afternoon. Trust me, you will feel a lot better afterwards." He chuckled under his mask and threw a bundle of clothes on the floor. "There, Red, make sure he gets dressed. Don't want him catching a cold, now, do you?"
As the man left the room, Red went to get the clothes, knowing it might make Robin feel a little bit better. He helped him to dress, trying not to see the blood and the other stains, and then made him lie back down. Sladebots walked in and during the morning the outer room was totally emptied. It was then cleaned and plastic was put down on the floor. The boys sat close together, watching everything in silence but then the robots returned carrying something between them, and both of them gasped in horror. It was two metal surgery tables with shackles.
Robin whimpered at the sight.
"I… I'm scared, Red…" he whispered.
"You? No way, Rob… you are the bravest guy ever…" Red tried to sound perky.
"He… he will tie us to those things and then… then he'll take you away from me!" Robin sobbed.
"Never, Robin! All the drugs in the world, all the pain in the world, couldn't do that!" Red snarled at the tables and robots. "I promise…" he added softly.
"I… I hope he'll kill us…" Robin answered. "He has this bed… and chains… I…." Robin broke down and cried, clutching at Red who could only hug him back.
"What do you say we at least give him a fight, candy-lips?" Red whispered, but to his dismay Robin shook his head.
"No use… he'll win... he'll always win…"
Slade had finally done it… Red's brave little Robin was gone…
"Yeah…" Red admitted "but maybe not by as much, eh?"
They both knew that this probably was the last time they held each other. This room was the last thing they would ever see… at least with these eyes, untainted by Slade's drugs. The time passed far too quickly, though, and when Slade walked in they held each other even closer. Slade opened the gate and slade-bots poured into the cell.
"The older one first." Slade instructed and Robin screamed.
"No! No, Slade, don't take him! Don't! No!" the space was too confined, and the robots too many. They soon had the boys overpowered, dragging Red through the opening.
"I want you to watch this, Robin…" Slade told the sobbing boy who was forced to stand right on the other side of the bars so he had a good view. Red fought fiercely, but with a broken arm and robots encouraged to take advantage of that, he really didn't have a chance. He was strapped to the table and new robots came in, carrying trays with syringes and bottles of chemicals.
Slade went to stand by the bars, next to Robin.
"The injections will hurt. His body will fight the chemicals and there will probably be some tissue damage as well." Slade informed the boy.
"Please…" Robin's voice sounded as broken as he felt.
"No, Robin. If this kills him, I will know how to alter the drug for you. You should be thankful, boy." Slade drawled. "Let's begin. The first injection." One of the Slade-bots shoved a needle into Red's arm. The boy only groaned at first and turned his head, looking at Robin.
"I love you… I will always…. AAAARRRRRGGGHHH!" Something was happening as the chemicals surged through the boy's bloodstream.
"Red! Red!" Robin screamed as well, voice cracking. "I love you! Please! Don't leave me! Please!"
Hours went by. Red was given different injections at carefully scheduled intervals. Both the boys had stopped screaming now. Red was barely breathing, and Robin had retreated into himself. It was too late… too late…
"Last one." Slade informed Robin who barely raised his eyes. There was another scream, more like a low wail from Red, and then it suddenly was cut off.
"Red? Noooo…" Robin sobbed, coming back to reality, and looking over at the body on the table. Slade stepped forward, checking Red over and then stepped back.
"Ah, well. Time for you, Robin." Slade motioned to one of the robots to open the gate.
The boy in the cell suddenly exploded. The robots holding him had no time to react before they were turned to shrapnel, and the boy took more down as he busted out of the cell. He would probably have made it out the door, but he wasn't heading that way. He had only one thought in his mind. Red. He rushed to the table and shook his boyfriend's body.
"Red! Red, please wake up! You can't die, please!"
The boy on the bed suddenly took a gasp of air, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey… " he murmured, smiling slightly. "Robin? What's up…?"
Robin had never felt happier.
"Red, Slade failed! You're okay! I…" Robin stopped himself as something cold got into Red's eyes.
"Slade never fails!" the older boy snarled. "If you ever speak that way about our Master again, I'll kill you!"
Robin backed away, into the arms of Slade himself, who let his hands clamp down on the boy's shoulder tightly.
"But… but…" Robin only stuttered.
"How are you feeling, my boy?" Slade asked Red, and when the teen's eyes shifted to the man they changed. They got soft and shone with love.
Just like he used to look at me… Robin noted dully.
"I feel fine, Master Slade!" Red sounded perky and happy.
"But…" Robin tried again "You... you said you wouldn't leave me… you promised!" Red gave him a look that conveyed to Robin that the thief couldn't imagine ever promising him such a thing.
"There, there, Robin…" Slade whispered in his ear. "I think I have something that will make all this go away… it will make you happy…"
Robin only nodded, and let himself be lifted onto the other metal table and strapped down. He wasn't going to fight anymore. What was the point? Slade prepared Robin's injections himself, and then stood next to the table to look down on him. Robin looked back, only loss in his eyes, and Slade reached up to remove his mask. Robin's eyes traveled over the sharp, cruel, yet strangely ageless face, but there was no interest in the look, it merely registered, and barely that.
"It's time to start." Slade said, almost softly, and Robin felt the first needle slip in.
Three weeks later.
Robin snuggled up closer to Slade, sighing happily. He peered over at Red on the other side, who opened an eye and grinned lazily. Robin grinned back. He liked Red. He loved him. Master Slade had explained that they were like brothers and had to share him sometimes. Slade liked them to perform for him occasionally though, and Robin had a feeling that real brothers didn't usually do those kinds of things with each other. It didn't matter. He loved Red and he loved making Slade happy even more. He didn't mind sharing very much. Robin knew he was Slade's favorite though, and he liked to remind Red about that. The other teen could be pretty annoying, claiming first rights as he was the oldest, and Robin had to defend his position sometimes. Master Slade didn't object. He liked them being jealous at each other over him as long as they didn't bother him too much.
Slade… Robin's stomach fluttered a bit and he glanced up at the man. He was looking back, smiling slightly, and the boy became lost in that gray eye. The man had taken his mask off when… when… Robin wasn't sure. It was strange, this feeling he had that there had been a 'before'… surely the world had always been like this? He could remember a lot about this 'before-time', though. He remembered his parents… and Batman… and the Teen Titans… but surely he had always loved Slade? Anything else seemed impossible.
Well, the man had taken off his mask and Robin adored the angular, handsome face. There was something he had to tell him, though…. What was it? Yeah…
"Master? I… I have had those dreams again…"
Slade frowned slightly and Robin cowered, looking worried. He knew these dreams were something his Master didn't like, and as he only wanted to please him! It broke Robin's heart to see the man's expression. Especially at a time like this when Slade had been so generous as to let them spend the whole evening with him… it seemed like a bad repayment for his kindness to make him scowl now.
The dreams where bad though… It was like part of him was screaming at him. Screaming at him to wake up, but he didn't want to! The voice was so full of pain, grief and fear and Robin didn't want to wake up to that! Not when he was so happy!
"I… I'm sorry Master, I can't stop them, please help me again?"
"Heh… Robin is in trooooubble…" grinned Red over Slade's chest. "I never need any shots!"
"No, Red." Slade sighed. "Robin needs them because he has a very strong and determined mind, though…"
"Which means you are stupid!" grinned Robin back at Red who stuck out his tongue at him.
"At least I can deep-throat!" Red got back and Robin frowned. It was a very sore spot his brother had hit.
"I'll learn! I will!" he wailed and turned his eyes to Slade.
"Yes, you will, my bird…" Slade calmed him and ruffled his hair.
"I'm sorry, Master Slade…" Robin mumbled against the man's chest, hugging him tight. "I only disappoint you all the time…" there were tears in his eyes and voice now.
"No, you don't little one… you are very good to me. Now cheer up! How about going outside tomorrow?"
"Wow! We can!?" Red perked up, looking delighted. "Can we have lunch out too?"
Robin giggled. Red only cared about two things other than Slade: food and sex. He usually wanted to combine all three if possible.
"If everything's quiet you can." Slade nodded, making Red utter a little sound of glee.
"Is everything going according to plan, Master?" Robin wanted to know.
"Oh, yes, but there are still some rebels out there…" Slade told him.
"May we fight them again?" Robin wondered, a hint of bloodlust in his voice.
"If you wish."
Robin grinned. Did he ever! He had been shocked to find out that the virus Slade was using to make this world his, wasn't perfect. It did only affect humans and left meta-humans and aliens uncontrolled. They had in turn helped regular humans to protect themselves in suits and masks and this little army was now fighting back. No matter. They were few and had the whole world against them. Everybody loved his Master. Well. Robin loved him the most, of course.
"I won over Red last time." he informed the man happily, and Red snorted.
"You were just lucky kid! My arm was still healing!"
The boys kept track of how many masks they could tear off their human enemies, taking delight in the terror they saw in the unprotected faces as they realized that they were right then being infected. It was more fun than to kill, anyway. Killing was saved for the freaks. Slade was working on a slightly different formula, though, and Robin was sure it was going to work.
"Nah, I won 'cause you are a total NPVA" Robin grinned.
"Am not!" Red protested. "What does that mean, anyway…?"
"No Practical Vertical Application" Robin said smugly and heard Slade chuckle. Red looked pretty blank though, so he decided to dumb it down. "Means you're only any good lying down…"
"Heeeey!" Red protested and then chuckled himself. "Well, at least I'm the best at that."
"You are so not!" Robin hissed, and started climbing over Slade's chest to get at the insulting boy.
"Now, that's enough…" Slade caught him before he could get at Red. "You are both great, now kiss and make up…"
Robin lowered his eyes.
"Sorry, Red."
"Sorry, Robin."
They leaned in over their master's torso and their lips met in a passionate kiss. When their master said "kiss and make up" he meant it. Slade pulled them apart, holding them close to his sides and the boy's snuggled happily up to him again.
"Will the new virus be ready soon?" Robin wondered.
"Yes… in a week or so I believe." Slade answered.
Robin smiled.
"When it is, can't we make Superman take it to other planets?" Robin wanted to know.
"A little greedy, aren't we?" Slade chuckled, ruffling Robin's hair to reassure him that he didn't mean it in a bad way. "Maybe we can do that one day, but first we have this planet to clean up, right?"
"Yes, Master."
"Are art-students necessary?" Red asked, and if you didn't know the background it was a strange comment. Slade and Robin immediately understood though. Slade, and now the boys, held the opinion that this planet was overpopulated, infested if you will, with useless people. He had started the 'clean up' as he called it immediately. The details were gruesome, but let's just say that the hospital wards for the terminally sick and disabled were empty now, there was no homeless, drunkards or drug users left in the city. Slade spared talent and beauty, but his plans went much further than this city. The world was infected by now and, to be honest; there were countries that would be much prettier without quite so many people, Robin mused. Robin admired his Masters views, also pointing out how good this would be for the environment. If the planet was to be Slade's, Robin would make sure it was going to be in good condition. Red and Robin were encouraged to discuss what kinds of people could be deemed as useful and who was to be destroyed. Now Red seemed to have a problem with art-students.
"Why?" Robin wondered.
"I seem to remember meeting one… snotty git…" Red growled, and Robin laughed.
"Well, you can't go around killing a whole group because you don't like them, nut-head… you are not being logical!"
"So, what are they good for?" Red asked challengingly and Robin thought about it for a moment.
"Well… I… guess they could, like… do wall paintings?"
Red snorted. In his view a piece of art was a freshly baked pizza.
"If it makes you feel better, you can kill a few art-students…" Slade purred.
Robin sighed, Red always got his way!
"It's no fun, anyway" Robin murmured, and Slade frowned down on him.
"What do you mean, Robin?"
"They recognize us now, they know we are yours, so they don't even fight!"
"Yeah, it's no fun unless they at least try to run away…" Red agreed. "That's why I prefer rebels!"
"Me too… hope we meet some tomorrow." Robin nodded. Then he looked up at Slade.
"Can we stay the night? Please?"
"Yeah, we'll make it worth your while…" Red promised and grinned, hand starting to move over Slade's thigh beneath the covers.
"I'm spoiling you two rotten, you know…" Slade sighed and Robin's smile widened.
"We know… but… please…?" he started kissing the man's neck.
"All right. You can stay."
"Yeay!" Red shouted, making Robin giggle again.
"I love you, Master." Robin whispered.
"Me too." added Red. "I love you! I'll never leave you. I promise."
The end.
A/N: DARK enough for you? Huh? Had to add the 'after-scene' at the end there… in a perverted way I think it's funny… -grins- Sorry, I do!
And no, I don't hate art students... I have studied digital art myself... it was just the first thing that popped into my mind... ;o)
This story wasn't supposed to be finished now… I thought 'the Darkest Half's' story would be done first, but that is 32 pages long now, and I STILL haven't fitted everything in, so… it will be a little longer… I gotta find a name for it too… I will most likely concentrate on that now… it will turn up here in Drabbles… eventually… until then…
All the best!
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