A/N: Happy New Year Kamorie! Yeah, this is a New-Years drabble for her, only because she scared the living daylights out of me, making me think I promised her a X-mas drabble and then forgot about it! It turned out I hadn't, but I, happily, promised her a New Year's drabble instead (one day early, 'cause I will have people over tomorrow…). Yeah. I am just a pushover sometimes. Please don't take advantage… ;o)
Warnings: This is a lemon, might be some language-warnings too and it is SLIGHTLY dark… … not too bad, though, although I hope it's enough to meet Kamorie's wish… Which I will tell you about in the bottom A/N… Robin shows himself from a slightly different side in this… I hope you will approve…Now let's go…
Blind Desire
It was ten in the evening, and the New Years Eve party at Titans Tower was a blast. It was a pity it would end with an even bigger one… Everyone was enjoying themselves and the Tower was seething with guests. Titans East were naturally there, many invited local teens, and even a few students from the H.I.V.E. It was the time of peace and good will towards all, after all…
As the skyline lit up everyone turned towards the panorama windows with a cheer, thinking someone started the fireworks early. Someone had. But it was not the fun kind.
Faces fell as they witnessed a huge fireball rising from Jump's business district.
"Titans, go!" Robin yelled "Everyone else, stay here!"
"Come on, Rob, We're going with you." Speedy offered, coming to stand protectively close to the Titans' leader.
"No, Ro- Speedy, you are guests… You take care of the party, we'll take care of the city…" Robin grinned and gave his very new, and more importantly, first, boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.
Speedy, a.k.a. Roy Harper, smirked. "Well, all right… we'll each do what we do best, I guess… but call us if you need backup!"
"Will do." Robin promised. "Let's go, team! Wipe those goofy grins off! Yes, Rae, you too! I saw it. Now MOVE!"
"Hey Titans!" Speedy yelled after them. "Bring him back before midnight!"
The business district wouldn't be doing much business after the holidays, except hire builders… When they arrived at the scene Robin took it all in quickly. Buildings were still standing, but they were badly damaged and not a windowpane was whole for an entire block.
"Thanks god it's the holidays… Everyone spread out! Look for victims!" Robin hoped there hadn't been any workaholics left in the buildings. If there had been, they would have been cured by now…
They had barely separated before there were new explosions. Robin looked up to see Starfire being thrown through a wall by a blast, as another one seemed to engulf Beast Boy in some kind of glue. A crackling sound was heard as another type of missile hit Cyborg, short-circuiting his system. Robin drew his staff and headed for BB, trying to pry him loose, while Raven reached out for Cy.
"No! Rae! Use your powers, don't t-"
Too late. Raven screamed and sank unconscious to the street. Robin swore and glanced at BB. He seemed out of it at the moment, but he would be fine. Raven and Cy were worse off. Robin expected Star to come flying any second and started to worry as he hurried over to his other team-mates. He never made it. Something laded at his feet and the world went white.
Robin was picked up from the blast and flung into a wall. Much too late he threw an arm over his eyes, crying out from the burning pain. He crawled to his feet, lowered the arm and blinked. He couldn't see!
A flash grenade… he realized. It must have burned my retinas… the shield in my mask didn't close fast enough. As a last hope he peeled a little bit of the bottom of his mask back, hoping the screen had activated late and blackened it. It hadn't. He still couldn't see a thing.
He started moving, hand against the wall, feeling more and more like a sitting duck. Someone had thrown those bombs, someone was here… He whipped out his communicator.
"Star? Come in Star!" Suddenly something hit his hand and he dropped the gadget, hearing it crash to the sidewalk. Then someone stepped on it.
Robin realized that he was still holding his bo-staff in his other hand and gripped it even more tightly. Without hesitating he swung it, being rewarded with a metallic crash as it hit something. Then something hit Robin. Something, no, someone, had slammed him into the wall again, wrenching the bo out of his hands. Robin felt he already knew that wall all too well, and tried to kick out, when something registered. A scent. He hadn't been blind nearly long enough to have heightened senses, but he knew this smell. Metal, blood, leather, musk… he knew who it belonged to.
"Slade…" he hissed.
"I'm impressed, Robin… how did you know?"
"What to you mean?" Robin kicked out viciously, forcing the man to step back. He wasn't about to reveal his weakness willingly. But the man of course already knew.
"Since you can't see me… how did you know?" he sounded genuinely interested.
"I can smell you." Robin snarled.
His enemy chuckled low in his throat, making Robin's skin prickle.
"Sounds like I should change my after shave…"
"Yeah, didn't they stop making that brand twenty years ago?" Robin smirked and reached for a smoke pellet. If Slade couldn't see either, maybe he could keep alive long enough for his friends to wake up. He threw a handful of pellets on the ground and darted away, still with his hand on the wall. Suddenly the wall disappeared. It turned into another street. Robin racked his memory. An alley. But which one? One leading to the next block or a dead end? As Slade's bo crashed into Robin's back, he ran out of options and hurried forward a few steps before turning around.
"Nice moves, little bird."
Good. Keep talking. Let me know where you are… Robin reached for his belt again, and suddenly his hands sported several bird-a-rang's. He threw one in the direction of Slade's voice but didn't hear it hit.
"Any more toys you wish to play with?" the man asked.
To the right! Robin let two projectiles fly this time, but the result was the same. He started to back away, slowly, trying to hear the man's steps.
"What do you want, Slade?" He asked, trying to get the man to speak.
"Oh-"
Robin, faster than a snake, threw his last bird-a-rang.
"Ouch, that was close, my boy… you almost nicked my arm. Good…"
"Shut up, Slade!" Robin growled, hating to hear the teasing praise from the man.
"But I thought you were trying to keep me talking?" Slade asked innocently.
"Yes, but it turned out you bored me. I could barely stay awake." Robin shot back.
"Oh, why not take the belt off, Robin? I bet you would look good without it…" the man purred somewhere to the left of him now.
Robin reached for the belt again. "Funny, I think you would look good with a grappling hook in your chest..." he said, aiming it in the man's general direction.
"Bloodthirsty, my boy? It suits you."
Robin fired.
For a nano-second he couldn't believe himself. He had just fired something that could be a deadly weapon, at another human being. He was almost relived when he heard the thing bury itself into a wall.
"Another good shot…" Slade drawled. "But not good enough. We are through playing."
Robin didn't realize that he was still holding the grapple-gun in his hand until something tugged roughly at the cord connecting it to the hook. Instinct due from years of using the thing made Robin's grip harden, and he went flying into Slade.
"Ouff…" Robin gasped and found himself in a tight grip. Slade dragged him further down the alley and Robin grew cold, realizing that this must be the bad kind. The dead end kind.
There was a sound of a door opening and then Robin went flying again, crashing onto a cold, concrete floor.
"Welcome, Robin." The door closed and a click from a lock was heard.
Robin rushed to his feet and backed away, almost immediately backing into another wall.
"We are in a small, bare room. There are two exits, both locked. No windows. Sound proof." Slade told him bluntly, and Robin's stomach tightened in fear. Not that he would let Slade know. He reached for his belt again; he might still have a surprise or two in there. It was gone. His fingers twitched, unable to understand the concept, and a low laugh escaped his unseen opponent.
"I got rid of the thing in the alley. Hope you won't mind?"
"You are such a coward, Slade! Me being blind wasn't enough, was it?" Robin snarled, but then tried to collect himself. Losing his head would not help here.
"Oh, you are right. Let's even the odds…" There was a loud clank, followed by several others.
"What was that?" Robin demanded to know.
"My armor. Feel better?"
"If you want me to feel better, all you have to do is leave…" Robin smirked.
"On the contrary. I like to make you feel better by coming closer…" The man purred. There was another clank.
"That loose screw of your finally fell out?" chuckled Robin, ignoring Slade's strange comment.
"That was my mask."
Robin gasped. This… this was getting weird… "Wh-what do you want, Slade?" he asked again, unable to keep a slight tremble out of his voice.
"I have been watching you." The man answered, like that explained everything.
"Okay… so you're stalking me. Fun for you. So?"
"Yes. Very. Especially when you recently came to terms with that you prefer your own gender."
"What? I do not!" Robin exclaimed, mortified the the man knew.
"Really? Well, maybe you just haven't figured out the difference. You should let Speedy down gently."
Robin felt like he had been hit by a bucket of cold water. "Wha- I- you- what do you know about Speedy?"
"Oh, more than you, I would wager… though I'm glad you have resisted his charms so far… he's getting pretty frustrated, you know."
Robin couldn't help but smirk. Oh, he knew. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy, he did. A lot, but Roy usually swaggered around like he owned the world, and Robin felt that the archer should have to put in a bit more effort than a smile and some cheesy lines to get into his pants…
Slade say the smirk and laughed again. "That's good, you know. Play hard to get. Some people need to be taught that there are limits."
"That's right, Slade. But don't put yourself down. I'll be glad to do it for you." Robin mocked and with a snarl threw himself at the man, trying to knock him into a wall. Knock him out, get the key, get out. Easy plan. If Slade had cooperated. Instead Robin was thrown back, and before he could launch another attack, he found himself pinned to the wall.
"The first lesson your little boyfriend needs to learn, is that you belong to me." Slade growled in his ear and again Robin felt those chills.
"What? Is the great Slade jealous?" Robin teased, but quieted when one of the man's knees forced itself between his legs.
"I know that you planned to make this night special. Be sure it will be." The growl had now lowered to the deep, purring voice Slade liked to use with Robin.
The boy started cringing. "If you are thinking what I think you are, forget it, Slade! I am not yours! Let me go!"
"Oh, but you are… And I couldn't very well let him have you first, now could I?" The man's hand was sneaking up under Robin's shirt. Robin closed his blind eyes and drew his head back. With all his might he slammed it forward, hitting, not the man's nose as he had hoped, but his jaw. It was enough to get out of the dangerous grip, though, and Robin dashed away again, arms out so he wouldn't run into anything, towards the opposite wall.
He heard Slade make a disapproving noise behind him.
"Robin, Robin, Robin. It's a small, locked room. You are blind, and I have only been toying with you so far… do you really think this could end any other way than mine?"
"You will have to kill me first, Slade!"
"Really, what a morbid suggestion!" the man exclaimed, but sounded like he was thinking it over. "Nooo… I think I would rather hear you moan, after all…"
Robin laughed harshly. "Moan? Not if you don't mean curses, you despicable son of a bitch…"
"You don't think I can?" The man sounded close again.
"No!" Robin answered, before he could stop himself.
"A bet, perhaps?"
"Yeah, right, I'll fall for that one… sure!" Robin snorted.
A hand closed on his arm.
"There are many ways to make someone fall…" a smug Slade told him and once more Robin spent some involuntary time in the air.
He expected to land on the stone floor, but instead hit something soft. He felt around.
"A mattress, Slade? Don't tell me there are rose petals on it too, you would make me cry."
"No, but the sheets are rather clean…" the man chuckled. "And about making you cry…"
Robin tried to roll off the mattress, but Slade threw himself on top of him. Robin felt crushed.
"Get. Off. Me."
"I would rather get you off…" the man admitted and managed to peal Robin's gloves away.
"Pig!"
"Oh, shut up, Robin."
Suddenly Slade's mouth pressed onto his, and Robin now had both Slade's hands and lips to fight. The man was straddling his hips, pinning him down securely, and his hands were busy unclasping the cape and dragging Robin's shirt over his head.
"You shouldn't really wear layers, boy, it takes too much time to take off…" Slade growled around Robin's lips, and as the boy instinctively opened his mouth to answer back, Slade took advantage. Now Robin wasn't only fighting on two fronts, he was managing to be losing on both of them, too.
Slade's lips finally left Robin's and the boy got a gasp of air before Slade pulled his shirt up with a hard tug, trapping Robin's hands above his head. The man then let go for a moment, and Robin heard the rustling of cloth while fighting to pull his arms free. When he managed that, his hands shot up to push the man off, but as they made contact Robin froze. Slade had taken his own shirt off and what Robin's hands felt was warm skin and hard muscles.
"If you are going to feel me up, at least do it correctly." Slade chuckled and the man grabbed one of Robin's hands and placed it over his own groin. Robin blanked out for a second as he felt the hot, hard bulge under the man's pants, and only one word flashed across his mind. Hung. He didn't realize that Slade had let his hand go until moments later, when he hurriedly snatched away his own, blushing madly.
Slade was still chuckling. "Want to cancel that bet now?"
Robin, even though he was blind and had a mask on, still tried to glare up at the man. "Congratulations, Slade. You have just taken the term 'bastard' to a whole new level."
Slade snorted and Robin felt him move down a bit, now sitting across his thighs and knees instead of his groin. The man's hands ran up his hips, all along the sides of his body, making Robin snarl.
The best thing with having Slade on top of him, if it indeed was a 'best thing' with that situation, was that Robin knew where the man was. So he knew where to hit. And Robin didn't go for any girlie-like slaps. He used his fists. Lying down meant that they didn't have much power behind them, though, and Robin changed tactics, hitting the man with the side of his hands instead, chopping at his upper arms and shoulders, trying for a good hit to the neck. These strikes at least made Slade grunt, but it also meant a counterattack. Robin found both his hands caught and forced down to his side.
"Really, Robin, I suspected you might like it rough, but isn't this a bit extreme?" Slade teased him.
"What? You bruise easily?" Robin smirked back.
"Trying to mark me?"
"Get any closer and I'll mark you with my teeth!" Robin promised.
"I could never imagine that you would be so eager our first time… well, good for me, I guess." Robin heard the man admit and he blushed again.
"There won't be a first time, Slade! And sure as hell no second! Besides, how can you be so sure I haven't already-"
"Because the archer would have strutted around with a big grin on his face…" Slade growled in Robin's ear, and the boy twitched in surprise from the sudden closeness.
Robin smirked again, knowing Slade was right. "Sure, but before him-"
"There was no one before him. That boy was supposed to be your first. And believe me, you don't want that."
Robin felt many things until that moment. He was frustrated and he was scared, but Slade's last comment made him furious.
"What the hell do you know about what I want, Slade? Let me give you a clue: it's not this!"
"No? Tell me when you change your mind."
Hot lips pressed down on his again, but left before Robin could bite. Instead they traveled down his neck, were they stopped for a moment.
"My turn to mark you…" he heard the man purr before the lips were back, sucking, licking and biting.
That will leave one hell of a hickey… Robin thought. Then an even more terrible thought crossed his mind. Would he be left alive long enough for it to go away? The notion made Robin freeze again. At the beginning he had believed that the man would kill him, but when the man had revealed his true intentions, that immediate fear had gone away. Now, trapped, it came back. Being found dead was bad enough… but dead and raped?
Slade had noticed that Robin had tensed up and was breathing rapidly in small gasps, clearly on the verge of panic.
"Easy, boy… I can be gentle if you let me… even though I don't think that is what you want…"
"Don't…"
"Oh, but I will… Not having fun yet?"
"No... don't… don't… let them… find my body…" the words were a low growl, but the plea shone through clearly.
Robin felt the man sit up a bit. For once Slade seemed lost for words. Or maybe he was quietly smiling. Robin had no way of knowing.
"I won't kill you, Robin." Slade's voice was low but serious, all mockery gone.
"You… won't?" the boy asked suspiciously.
The chuckle came back.
"No. I will claim you, make you mine… educate you… why waste time with that, simply to end your life afterwards?"
"You must think you are one hell of a teacher." Robin snorted, but, incredibly, felt slightly better.
"Oh, I am." Slade leaned down over him again, pressing him harder into the mattress.
Slade's lips came back, tending to the, now rather bruised, spot on Robin's neck, and the boy made a small noise as he was touched there again. Slade then moved down, spending time on collarbones and shoulders, before reaching the boy's nipples.
"Do you," Slade started, interrupting himself every few words with another kiss or nibble. "know… why I also… know that… you are… a virgin… Robin?"
"Pray tell…" the boy muttered between clenched teeth.
"You are not desensitized. Your whole body is one, big, erogenous zone."
"If you really think I enjoy this, your brain isdesensitized!" Robin gasped as Slade licked a nipple roughly.
"You don't? Then what, do tell, are currently stabbing my stomach?"
Horrified, Robin couldn't answer, and Slade let one of Robin's arms go, sliding that hand down under the boy's waistband. Robin immediately tried to push him away, cursing loudly when he felt his pants and underwear being pulled down over his hips. Slade let his other arm go to, and quickly moved down to avoid the blows from Robin's hands.
Robin was now free to sit up, and finally get some power behind his punches, but as he tried, having struggled half way, something hot and wet engulfed his member. Robin fell back down and arched his back with a cry.
Instead of crushing Slade's nose, his hands now clutched the sheets uselessly. He didn't notice that Slade had stopped straddling his legs, and for a second the man's mouth left his member as Slade pulled Robin's boots off and then removed his pant's completely. The boy had no time to recover, though, before the talented mouth was back. Robin groaned and bucked, drawing up his knees a little bit, opening up his legs. Slade quickly moved between them, and when Robin realized what had happened, it was too late to close them again.
A hand replaced Slade's mouth, stroking slowly, and the man worked upwards again, leaving a trail of bite marks and red bruises behind.
Robin had trouble finding his own tongue, as Slade's did such a good job, and his hands seemed to have locked themselves to the sheets, claiming that they would take no part in any attempt at making this incredible feeling go away. Part of Robin's brain agreed, while the other one kept trying to come up with escape plans, now resorting to visual aids. The more relaxed part of the brain started to throw tomatoes at the boring part and came up with some visual aids of its own. Rather raunchy visual aids.
Slade had reached his mouth again, making Robin's tongue do at least some work. The hero-part of Robin then pulled itself together and, barely, managed to turn his head to the side. Slade didn't mind, and attacked an ear instead.
"You know," the man purred "you are pretty big for a teenager. I guess that's good news for me if I should ever let you top…"
One part of Robin purred back with a silly grin on its face, and the other wrote an angry letter to the editor. Of that, only part reached the intended destination.
"You…. piece of… go… rather…. porcupine…" Robin growled incoherently.
"You should be more polite to me, considering I got you by the balls. Literally." Slade warned, and gripped the boy more tightly. Robin made a sound that could have been a curse, although it sounded rather needy.
"This is better than playing with yourself, isn't it?" The man chuckled and Robin's brain only came up with:
"Ass!"
"Yes, I know you want it up there, Robin. Patience."
"No… you… big…"
"Yes, I am a lot bigger then the little toys you like… does Cyborg know what happened to his largest screwdriver? You seem to enjoy that handle, though…"
Robin flushed bright red again.
"… how… the… hell…?"
"Oh, I bet you knew, didn't you? You knew I was watching…You like to perform for me…" Slade chuckled. "I like when you use your own fingers too… I bet you can't wait to find out what mine will feel like, can you?"
Slade then let go of Robin's member, wringing a frustrated growl from the boy's throat, which was silenced then Slade's fingers pushed into his mouth.
"Get them wet… I know you mostly use your own saliva." The man told him and pushed his fingers in deeper.
Robin didn't have time to even think about biting before the fingers were gone again, and then there was a pressure between his legs. A very welcomed pressure, part of him thought. Feeling one finger slip in, he suddenly were able to move again, and started trying pushing Slade off. Robin could not bench-press that amount of weight, though, and could just as well have tried to lift the man off him with mind power, for all the good it did. While the sensible part of him seemed to have rather good control of his upper body now, the vile, horny part spread his legs wider and lifted his knees, giving Slade better access.
"You're going… to … regret this!" Robin snarled, making Slade snort in amusement.
"No I won't… and neither will you…" The man told him as a matter of fact, and then added a second finger.
Robin began making low 'uh-uh-uh' noises as Slade started pumping his fingers inside him. The man sat up on his knees and unbuckled himself, but Robin only felt the weight lift.
"Turn over, Robin. Now." Slade used all the authority his voice could muster. And as this tone could make a wild tiger obey, Robin, in this state, didn't stand a chance. It rather surprised the boy to find himself on his stomach all of a sudden, but then the fingers returned and his mind waved a white flag, finally giving up completely, and went out for tea.
Slade, feeling he had prepared Robin enough, slipped his fingers out, lubricated his cock with his own saliva and grabbed the boy's hips, lifting them up. Robin now was on his knees but with his chest still pressed into the mattress, a very good position for him, Slade decided.
Robin felt the head of Slade's cock slowly press itself in. Yeah, this was way bigger than the screwdriver handle… he grunted and pushed back. The man might be big, but Robin wanted him all the way inside him, right this instant. The head passed his opening and the rest of the shaft followed quickly, sinking in deep with a single thrust. The man rested inside him while Robin panted and then started to grind up against him.
"Move…" Robin panted.
"No. I want you to get used t-"
"Move right now or I will cut the blasted thing off and do it myself!" Robin snarled, even shocking his bad side for a moment, before it started leering.
Slade didn't need any other encouragement than that not-so-subtle hint. Robin was more than a little grateful for the mattress as he was pounded into it. The mattress might not have had one of its best days, though, especially not since Robin clawed into it deeply. The feeling of being thoroughly fucked was incredible in itself, but when Slade slipped a hand underneath him and started stroking Robin's cock Robin roared in pleasure, urging the man on by lovingly, tender words.
"You… fucking… bastard… I… uhhhgh… you… sorry excuse for a… Faster, damn it! What... the hell… is… wrong with you? Harder!"
Robin got what he asked for and then some, and there was no way he could last longer after that. With a harsh cry he made the sheets and Slade's hand slightly less clean, before he collapsed. Slade, just simply to prove a point, lasted slightly longer, before grunting out his own release.
Sometime later Robin lifted his head off his arms and swore quietly. He couldn't believe he had let that evil git do him like that! He growled as he felt Slade touch his legs, and kicked out, pushing the man away. There was a thump as Slade evidently fell off the mattress, making Robin smirk evilly. That was the best sound he had heard all day. But the bastard was nothing if not persistent, and with a chuckle he was back again, grabbing a foot.
"What do you think you are doing? Get away from me!" Robin snarled.
"I rather like this hot/cold act of yours, Robin." Slade told him smugly.
"It's better viewed from a distance, believe me. Why don't you try it?" Robin snorted, and tried to pull his leg free when he felt cloth against it. "What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you get dressed." Slade told him calmly and Robin was momentarily stunned before he graciously declined the man's offer.
"I can get dressed myself, moron!" he said, and was hit in the face with a bundle of clothes.
Ten minutes, and a lot of swearing, later Robin found himself being the object of an uncharacteristic fit of laughter from Slade's side.
"WHAT?!" the hero snarled, pulling on his boots.
"Your shirt is on backwards. Walk out that way to your friends, and they would try to twist your head around. That would be a rather embarrassing way to die."
"Talking about embarrassing…" Robin growled, but stopped himself. "What do you mean? You are letting me go?"
"Why, yes. Raven will be able to heal your eyes, and besides… I want to see how long it will take for you to come crawling back to me for more…"
Epilogue:
Robin had found his way out of the alley to hear a frantic Starfire call for him. The others were still unconscious, but had started to stir. Raven managed to heal his sight and the Titans returned to the, now slightly out of control, party in time for midnight.
Two weeks later Robin was out on a late night patrol. He had snuck out of his room, leaving a slightly snoring Roy Harper behind. They had just made love for the first time. It had been…. great… Roy had been surprisingly caring; Robin really didn't think he had it in him. The archer had asked if he was okay. Repeatedly. And then he had moved slowly and carefully, telling him how much Robin meant to him. It had been very romantic. And left Robin very frustrated.The boy blinked as he found himself in front of that alley once more. How did he get here? He walked in slowly, somehow expecting that door to have magically disappeared. But there it was. He saw it for the first time now, but since it was the only door there, he knew that had to be it… He stared at it for a while and then snorted, half turning away to aim his grappling hook at the nearest roof. A squeaking sound made him turn back. The door had swung open. Cursing himself, Robin stepped over the threshold.
"I told you that you would come back…" A shadow told him as the door crashed shut behind Robin.
Robin snarled and threw himself on the man, pushing him up against the wall.
"Yeah? Well, just hurry up and do it, then!"
"Roy left you unsatisfied?" There was a smirk on the man's face, which Robin only now realized was unmasked. It didn't matter, though. It wasn't Slade's face he needed most at the moment.
"Think you can do better? Prove it." Robin challenged and was roughly thrown down on the same, poor, mattress.
"It will be my pleasure…" Slade purred.
Robin was on his back, panting hard. His clothes were… around somewhere, he guessed… They had been at it for hours, it must be morning by now… Robin suddenly sat bolt upright and hissed. He would miss morning practice! He reached for the nearest piece of clothing, which looked like it, at some point, might have been a shirt.
A big hand brutally pushed him down again.
"And what do you think you are doing?" Slade asked curiously.
"Getting dressed. I'm going home!"
Slade chuckled and rolled lazily over, pinning Robin beneath him efficiently. The boy's eyes widened behind his mask as he saw the hungry expression on the man's face.
"And what, Robin, makes you think I would ever let you go again?"
The End.
A/N: Happy New Year everybody! Kamorie wanted a drabble where Slade forces himself on Robin but Robin ends up enjoying it… so darkish non-con/con I guess… That's always a challenge (without help) so I decided to bring Roy into the picture (for the first time ever!) for several reasons… firstly to show Robin off as gay (which would make that obstacle between him and Slade disappear) and then describe him as being ready for a sexual relationship… even if it didn't turn out like he thought it would. A reason for choosing Roy was that, although I wanted Robin to be involved, I wanted it to be less serious… it shouldn't be like Robin and Red X in "For better…" where the thought of having Slade take his virginity instead of Red, brakes Robin's heart… The feelings between Robin and Roy, in THIS story, are not that deep… Robin doesn't even reflect over that here…
I enjoyed writing a really aggressive Robin for once, and I want to know what you thought of him? I like good Slade AND bad Slade and I like both versions of Robin too, I think… I don't think it would be fun to write just one version all the time, though…
Happy New Year again! My only resolution will be that I WILL finish 'The Peace Contract' in 2008… -grin- That shouldn't be TOO hard to keep…
All the best!
/Wynja