What?! Another one?! Yes, this tends to happen when you work on many drabbles at the same time… And besides, I'm having such remorse for the last fic… putting Robin in a dress… I should have my throat cut with a dull knife… Well, BEFORE you do that (because I know you are still upset) you might as well read this too… It has an OC in it so it should make some people angry…

Pairings: Slade/OC and Slade/Robin

Disclaimer: Own the Teen Titans? In my dreams…

Background: this is set in the Apprentice-timeline… well... loosely… so no background info.

Inspired by: this fic was inspired by two sources: "Slinkers" cartoons "Night Time Visitor" on Deviant Art (read all of them! They will make you laugh until you die! Oh… should be a slight health warning on them…) and a suggestion from "slade/robin fan" who did not really suggest this, but the suggestion was an inspiration, anyway… She (?) also suggested the use of another character… but since I am only familiar with cartoon-Teen Titans I felt more at ease using an OC (oo I was too laze to do research, 'kay?!) ;o)


Green Suits You

"Oh Robin, honey! Could you come in here for a moment?"

Robin edged into Slade's bedroom, practically feeling the scars forming on his soul. Being the man's apprentice was disturbing enough. Seeing this... Arrrrggghh... he wanted to claw his eyes out. Fortunately it wasn't Slade who had called him. It was her. Correction. He wanted to claw her eyes out.

"Yes Mistress?" Robin tried not to sound too disgusted. Not that the blonde would notice.

Slade had made him start calling her "Mistress" from the first day. Now it had been two weeks. And if Slade didn't kick her out soon, Robin would. He had introduced her as 'Sindy' or 'Sin' for short. She's not even a real Barbie? Robin had thought at the time.

"Could you be a sweetheart and bring me a drink? Anything will do..."

SURE anything will do, you'd drink detergent if you thought it would give you a buzz, you...

"Yes Mistress. Anything for you, Master?"

"No apprentice, I'm... satisfied..." Slade smiled at him, stretched out in bed with his hands behind his head. The blankets only covering the essentials, Robin noticed. The man had taken off his mask a few weeks into their training and Robin had stopped staring open-mouthed at him by now. Almost. Robin had refused to take his own apprentice mask off, though, and so far Slade had thankfully not made him. He had given him his mask, after all.

"You better be, you big lug!" The woman exclaimed, slapping his arm lightly. "The things you made me do last night..."

Robin winced. His room was next door after all. He had sworn to himself that if he ever had sex he would rather tape his mouth shut then make any of those groaning, screaming, moaning and begging noises Cindy seemed to enjoy making.

"May I go, or was it anything else?" he hurriedly asked as the woman started to let her hands play over Slade's body.

"You may go." Slade nodded and Robin fled.

Unfortunately he had to return a few minutes later with the woman's drink. He knocked on the door, though. No barging in. He had learned that the hard way.

"Enter."

Robin almost dropped the drink when he spotted the woman straddling Slade. Only sitting, Robin sincerely hoped. She was naked, though, but then again, he wasn't sure he would recognize her with clothes on.

"Your drink, Mistress..."

"Oh, come here, boy... don't be shy! Isn't he just adorable, Slade? We should take him to bed with us!"

It was a good thing she just grabbed the glass, because now Robin really dropped it, taking a few steps back in alarm.

"Don't seduce my apprentice, Sin..."

"Oh, I know you don't mind a man in your arms now and then... and I sure wouldn't mind two!" Sindy pouted.

Slade turned his eye towards him and seemed to think it over.

"Robin is a boy, not a man." Slade dismissed him, making Robin blush angrily. He was no boy, damn it!

"How old are you, Robbie?" Sindy asked, smiling a rather hungry smile at him

"Fifteen" Robin answered curtly.

"See! He's fifteen! He's more than old enough! I was twelve when I bedded my first man."

Yeah, but that's because you are a WHORE, lady... Robin thought sourly, but rather correctly, as the woman ran the biggest brothel in town.

As the woman finally left after finishing her liquid breakfast, Robin knew Slade would take the opportunity to sleep for an hour or two. It was Robin's job to clean up and prepare a meal for him when he woke up. He grudgingly started, knowing full well by now that the hideout was impossible to escape from. Doors would only open to Slade's, and now Sindy's, touch and there were no windows or other means of escape big enough. The trigger was, as always when Slade slept, kept in a safe next to the bed, also coded to touch, so Slade could get at it within seconds.

Cleaning up in the kitchen he then went into the man's bedroom to tidy it, trying hard not to make much sound. He also tried hard not to look at the things he was putting away. Nothing too extreme today, he noted, but he did find a pair of handcuffs. Holding them absentmindedly he wondered were he should put them. Then Robin spotted something on the other side of the sleeping man on the bed. A cell phone! Did he dare? If he could tip off his friends about the probes Cy might find a way to get rid of them... if they were out of danger, Robin would be free, right? Free to do what he wanted anyway...

He put the cuffs in his pocket and closed in on the bed silently. He had to either crawl over the bed to reach it or lean over Slade. He chose the last option and gently stretched over the sleeping figure. Suddenly Slade muttered something in his sleep and turned, making Robin bump into him. Then an arm caught him around the waist and before he knew it he was dragged into bed and pressed to Slade's body. Slade's naked body, his mind happily registered.

"Back so soon…?" the man mumbled and Robin realized that Slade was still more than half asleep. He held his breath as one of the man's hands ran lazily over the side of his body. Slade then seemed to settle, presumingly falling back to sleep.

Robin was in a state bordering on the line between panic and pleasure. He had fantasized about being in this situation, but if Slade would wake up, now…?! God, he would be in so much trouble! Robin squirmed slightly, but the arm around him only tightened.

"Sin…" Slade murmured and Robin had never hated the woman more. Then Slade's face was very close. And then it got closer still.

Slade was slowly waking up, barely registering that he was in fact kissing someone. Sindy. But no… the hair his hands ran trough was soft, but much shorter than the woman's. The lips kissed him back eagerly, but not with the same jaded professionalism, and the slightly stale scent of makeup and perfume was gone, replaced with clean skin and a faint smell of soap. Slade opened his eyes.

"Robin!"

The boy under him tensed, masked eyes widening in horror.

"What are you doing here?!" The man sounded angry, and Robin's eyes darted to the safe.

"I… I'm sorry, I just wanted to…"

"Wanted to do what?"

Robin blushed and groped around between him and Slade, finally finding the cell phone.

"I was just putting this away…"

Slade took the phone from Robin's hand.

"Wanted to call your little friends, didn't you?" he growled.

Robin realized that he had made a big mistake.

"I…. I…"

"Honestly Robin, I'm beginning to feel that I should just get rid of them once and for all…" Slade said and tossed the phone on the floor, where it slid half across the room before stopping.

"No! Please! I'm sorry, Master…. don't… don't hurt them… Please?"

Having a begging boy underneath him made Slade grin.

"All right… so what were you doing, kissing me back…?"

Robin's face turned redder.

"It… it felt nice… I wanted to…"

"Sure you did. Now go back to your room and let me sleep." The man said, turning away from the boy and onto his back. He folded his hands behind his head again, intent on just laying there and remembering the taste of Robin's lips.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no." Robin sounded very determined, and suddenly Slade had a raven-haired teenage boy straddling him instead of a well endowed blond. Well. He didn't care. He didn't expect the handcuffs that the boy whipped out of his pocket, though. The boy was fast, and in the flash of an eye the man's hands were chained to the bars on the headboard.

"What do you think you are doing, apprentice?" Slade half expected the boy to bolt for the phone. He didn't expect an apology.

"I'm sorry, Master. Please don't be angry!"

"I am angry, boy! Explain yourself!"

"I… I want you…"

Those might be the sweetest words Slade had heard in his life, but he wasn't going to let that show.

"Come to your senses, apprentice… release me and go to your room and your friends will not pay for this, only you."

"Shut up, Slade." The boy was angry now, the man could tell, and he scowled down at the man under him. "I'm not a damn kid, I know what I'm doing!" At that he pulled his t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. Slade would not make this easy on him, though, and bucked his hips suddenly, making the boy join the shirt on the floor. Swearing, angrier than ever, the boy got to his feet and pulled down his pants, before throwing himself at the man again. To Slade's amusement Robin left his shorts on. The boy was clearly not that bold yet. Now he had to deal with eager teenage hands, rapidly discovering his body and sneaking in under the sheet that had covered up his lower regions until now. Robin's hand closed around the shaft, fingers barely reaching around it, and Slade bucked his hips for another reason this time. He was growing hard, telling himself that he was letting himself grow hard, and Robin was delighted.

"See, Master! You like this!"

"The human body is more or less wired that way, boy…" Robin just huffed and continued until the man sighed. "If you insist on doing that, there is oil on the nightstand. Use it."

"Yes Master." Robin reached for the bottle and soon Slade's shaft was well covered.

"The oil is editable, you know…" Slade smirked at Robin whose breath caught in his throat.

"You want me to… you wouldn't mind…?"

"See it as a way to start working off your punishment in advance."

The boy didn't answer, but Slade soon felt something hot against the tip of his cock. The man carefully moved his hands, twisting his wrist, not wanting to alert the boy to what was happening. The boy was very busy at the moment, though, and didn't have any warning.

Robin reveled in the feeling of something he had dreamed about for weeks now. Suddenly two hands pressed down on the back of his head and he gulped as more of the shaft was forced into his mouth. Then the hand's let go and Robin's head snapped up in fright. Slade was free!

"How-"

The man caught him around the upper arms, flipped him over on his back and slammed him into the mattress. Before the boy had time to react his own wrists where caught in steel and arms chained over his head. He struggled against the bonds, rather afraid right now.

"How did you…?" he asked again.

"Trick handcuffs…" Slade grinned and Robin relaxed somewhat. He knew about those. He would be able to free himself too, if this got out of hand. Not that he didn't want it too…

"So… this is what you want, is it, boy?" Slade asked, caressing his body.

"I'm not a boy!" Robin protested again.

"Answer me."

"…Yes..."

"You are allowed to leave… your friends lives are not on the line here… you can go back to your room…"

"No. I want… I want this…"

"You are sure? Last chance."

"Please kiss me, Slade."

"I will do a lot more than just kiss you…"

"Promise?" Robin grinned faintly.

"Point of no return…"

"Stop talking."

There was a laugh behind them, interrupting.

"Isn't this cute..." Sindy leaned in the doorway. "I forgot my cell... so he finally came around?"

Robin looked blank.

"What are you...?"

Sindy started giggling and even Slade chuckled, as he played with Robin's hair.

"God, kid, I never thought it would take you this long! I mean fucking Slade is fun and all, but for two weeks! The man wore me out! Well... you'll know what I'm talking about soon enough I'm sure..." she grinned.

"You mean... you? He? You knew!?"

"Well, Robin, you have practically left a trail of drool after you since I removed the mask and armor... but you just wouldn't take the step, so I had to... persuade you..." Slade smirked, not looking sorry at all.

"Why didn't you...?"

"I couldn't. I hold your friends lives in my hands. I had to make sure you were doing this for the right reasons." the man now shrugged.

"I'm surprised you care..." Robin growled, having a feeling that Slade really didn't. Much. And if he did it wasn't for the right reasons.

"Well, my work here is done." Sin grinned. "Enjoy yourselves boys!" she waved and disappeared out the door.

"Shouldn't think so..." Robin hissed and struggled with the handcuffs. They wouldn't open! "Hey, you said these were fakes!"

"The ones you used. Not this pair..." Slade smirked, closing in on him. Robin struggled harder.

"Stop it, Slade! There's no way I'm letting you-!"

"Do this...?" Slade grinned and kissed him. Robin succumbed under those lips and didn't struggle as Slade lifted his legs, spreading them and bending them up towards Robin's chest as he placed himself between them. A hand was at the side of his face and Robin's eyes flew open as he felt a light tug. Slade's lips had left his and the man was now looking down on him. Robin felt a pressure at his entrance at the same as Slade slowly started to peal off his mask. He only whimpered, both wanting the man to stop and go faster at the same time.

"S-Slade… please…Not… not the mask… must protect…"

"Everything of yours belongs to me now, boy… even your secrets…I'll have them all, soon enough…"

Suddenly there was a thrust that made Robin throw his head back and scream. The pain was somewhat dulled, though, by the burning across his face where the mask had been ripped off.

He looked up at the face above him and fought an urge to cry. He had wanted this. He had longed for the man's touch, somehow forgetting what kind of creature he was. Criminal. Mercenary. Ruthless. Coldhearted. And he had given himself to him without realizing that it meant giving the man so much more.

I won't tell him. I won't… I won't give in… they will be safe… they will…I will keep their secrets…

He continued telling himself this as Slade started to move inside him… and he still believed it as he heard himself scream his Master's name in ecstasy for the first time…

THE END.

A/N: Whoops. Turned darkish there in the end… Surprise, surprise… Had no idea it would do that… well… I'm not changing it… It's just a drabble after all… Did this help at ALL towards my redemption? At ALL?!