A/N: Happy b-day Christa4ever (December 24)
STOP! If you clicked on this link first, you need to go back to the other story posted today and read that first!
The b-day girl wanted an apprentice fic, but, if you've read the first part you know she's not getting one… well… not EXACTLY. I hope Robin being in Slade's claws KINDA counts though? Yeah, well, she said "similar situations" so I'm running with that… ;) She also wanted smexy, and yes, it will contain… certain adult situations… *smirk*
The last part was just from Slade's point of view, but this one will mostly be from Robin's because I thought we needed the "other side" of this as well. I LOATHE when writers tell the EXACT SAME STORY from another character's p.o.v. though, so don't worry, this starts right after the last one finished, but Robin will think back on a few situations, just so we get a chance to understand HIS side better.
No warnings, really, more than the last one…
A Man's Love part 2
'I monitored your vital signs during the mission. Elevated heart rate, adrenaline, endorphins. You won't admit it, but at some level you enjoyed stealing for me. It was a thrill, wasn't it?'
That was what he had said, so long ago, and Robin had never admitted it to anyone, but Slade had been right. He wondered what those vital signs would look like now, as he sat on the bed, a corner of a sheet pulled up, almost carelessly, to cover a bit of his nudity, his heart hammering in his chest so hard it hurt. Slade had left, just seconds ago, after giving him a glare that spoke of… what? Robin didn't know, he was too shocked to even process it. Shocked because of what the man had done, what he clearly intended to do, and at his own behavior… that he hadn't fought it… that he had, deep down, wanted it.
Robin didn't consider himself gay, simply because he had never found another male attractive. Slade had a perfect body if you liked that type, anyone could see that, but it hadn't made Robin 'tingle' as a pair of breasts or swaying hips could do… and still… the villain had been on the verge of raping him and he had just… stayed there. He hadn't bitten when Slade had kissed him either, not pulled away even though he knew the man was taking liberties far beyond 'checking for ticks'. That had been a pile of crap from the beginning, Robin had realized that when the mercenary was massaging his scalp, and still…
It was a thrill. Just to see what would happen. What would happen if he let Slade do what he wanted? What would happen if he pulled the trigger? He had killed today. Needlessly at that, as they didn't need the meat. But he hadn't been able to stop himself. Because of the thrill.
After he had been freed from Slade he had, slowly, began to take bigger and bigger risks… nothing that his friends might be able to spot perhaps; he was never careless with their safety, but there were other things. Like jumping gaps where he would normally have used his grapple hook or bo-staff for extra leverage, or just falling, catching himself at the last second, and, once or twice, considered stealing something. Only to return it, of course… just… for that thrill. He never had, though. He had never committed a crime. And he still hadn't. Shooting that deer wasn't a crime, after all, it was perfectly legal. And letting Slade kiss him wasn't a crime either. Both might be frowned upon, depending on the type of person who was judging, but none of them were crimes.
Robin slowly got up and let the sheet fall down, walking to his dresser completely naked. So what if Slade was looking? It made his spine tingle, no matter how ashamed he was of that fact. He got dressed and aimlessly tidied up a bit, one eye always on the door, but it didn't open. Why had Slade fled? Had he changed his mind? Before today Robin hadn't been sure that the man saw him as anything other than someone to train, a future apprentice. There had been some moments, some notions, that there was something else there, but he hadn't known for sure. Now he did. He should be disgusted, perhaps, but he wasn't, not really.
When he had first woken up in this room he had been angry and terrified, out of his mind with worry about his friends. Slade had told him that he had only come for him, though, that the others were free and unharmed and Robin had believed him. How he believed someone who he considered his nemesis was hard to explain, but it was instinctive, in a way. If Slade had killed his friends he would have bragged about it, he would have told him just to break him, but that aspect, breaking him, was something the man didn't seem to want at all. Not this time around. His days as an apprentice had been very different; he hadn't been given as much as a glimmer of hope, and now… now he was given weapons? It had been a puzzle, still was, but as the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, he found Slade more and more… approachable. As long as Robin didn't attack, neither did he. As long as Robin was willing to listen, Slade was willing to teach, and learning new things was the hero's weak spot; he just couldn't resist it. Besides, Slade gave him that tingle of danger, that thrill, just by being in the room. Sometimes, now, Robin wondered if he had really been that angry at being kidnapped or if he had been… happy?
The teen shook his head and snorted. No one would be happy about being locked up for who knew how long, after all, but a little voice had, once he opened his eyes and saw Slade went 'Yes!'. He was probably wrong in the head. Most likely. Maybe the man was drugging him. But the little voice had insisted that finally the boredom was over, finally there was something dangerous in his life again, something exciting. And that something was Slade.
It seemed to be past lunchtime and no Slade yet, so Robin made himself some sandwiches. Usually the man told him when not to expect him, and the knot in the teen's stomach grew as more time passed, He tried to read a bit, but couldn't focus. Eventually he gave up and just stared at the door. He knew he shouldn't want to see the man ever again, of course. Slade had molested him, and he had… climaxed. The teen groaned and rubbed his burning face with his hands as if trying to wash the memory away. That had been… yeah… damn… and then he had left. Who knew if he was ever coming back? Should he ration the food? How long could he survive in here? He'd have water, but… the knot grew colder, with fear. Slade had looked like he had realized that he had made a mistake. A huge mistake. Maybe irreparable, and… if he thought Robin wasn't apprentice material anymore because of what he had done… would he let him go or would he just… leave?
No, he couldn't think like that, not after only two hours or so. Instead Robin forced himself to consider, or rather reconsider, the man's reasons for bringing him here. At first it had been crystal clear to Robin that this was a new apprentice attempt, only done differently, but, although there had been training, there had not really been enough of it, that is, it hadn't been forced or even scheduled… more along the lines of 'do you feel up for…?' which he could decline with no retribution whatsoever. In fact, Slade didn't push him to do anything, or punish him for that matter. There were also no threats against him, or anyone he cared about. For some reason Slade seemed to be making an effort to connect with him. Robin had, before today, entertained the idea that the man wanted to become a father figure to him again, but after today? Nope. Not likely. The man wanted him, alright, but maybe not even as an apprentice and definitely not as a son. He wanted him in bed. Again he felt that spike of excitement. To be that close to Slade… that would be… No. Robin shook his head again. How could he even think about something like that! He wasn't gay, and Slade would most likely want to put his cock in places no such thing belonged. He wondered if that would hurt. Probably. And letting the man do that to him would be the single most naughty thing he had ever-
"ARGH!" Robin jumped out of bed and began pacing. And he was not the only one.
"IDIOT!" Slade punched the wall again. He did that every time his long strides took him to that spot and the stone was beginning to look like it couldn't take much more.
What should he do? Could he just act like nothing had happened?
Sure, that would work…. he thought sarcastically. Robin must be getting hungry by now… if he could eat. If he wasn't in the bathroom throwing up or rolled into a ball on the floor. If he wasn't… hurting himself… Slade had not dared to switch on the camera feed before, but he rushed over now, only to see the teen, fully clad, stalking the room, obviously highly annoyed. Anger. Good. Anger was good. He could deal with an angry Robin. He decided to make some lunch first, however, just in case.
Robin spun around as the door finally opened. Slade stepped in with a tray and began crossing the room to the dining table, not even looking at him.
"A 'hello' or something might be nice," the teen drawled.
"Hello Robin. I brought lunch."
"I've eaten."
The man paused, like he hadn't considered that, and then shrugged. "Well, I haven't. Have some if you'd like. It's pasta with a chicken and mushroom sauce."
That did sound good, the teen had to admit. Very good. Slade put the two pots on the table and went to get a plate from the cupboard. He always brought the utensils with him, however, maybe because he didn't want them buried in his back, Robin figured. Not that the teen couldn't do a lot of damage with plates and glasses... As Slade was serving himself, Robin got a plate too, just to have a taste.
After eating in silence for a while the teen decided to grab the bull by the horns.
"So are you going to say something? Something like 'I'm sorry', perhaps?"
"I apologize."
Robin's jaw dropped.
"You do?"
"Yes. I lost control. I almost… Did something I would regret even more."
"Yes, well, when someone whacks you off and then throws you on the bed and pulls down his zipper, you don't assume he wants to play scrabble."
Slade gave him an incredulous look, almost piercing him, and the teen looked away, afraid that the man would see that spark of excitement in his eyes. It was still there. It had grown bigger since the door opened.
"You're not angry." It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Or disgusted. Why?"
"I should be. And I am. Really," Robin said and then played around with a piece of mushroom on his plate. "Could we… just forget about this?" he looked up just in time to see a smirk spread over the man's lips.
"You liked it." The man sounded scary, even for Slade, but not in the 'I'm going to kill you' way… this said 'you are mine' in a whole other way, a way Robin never heard before, and wasn't sure he wanted to.
"N-no!" the Titan's voice hitched as Slade stood up, and he quickly pushed his chair back to do the same. The table was still between them, which the teen was grateful for.
"I think you did." The man began circling the table and Robin did the same thing, in the other direction.
"No! It was just… I'm a guy and… stuff happened, and… I don't want to talk about it!" The hero felt foolish about trying to stay away from the man like this, it would soon begin to look like a farce, so he grabbed the plates off the table and took them to the sink, pretending that that was what he had planned to do all along. Slade, however, followed until he was standing right behind the young man. Uncomfortable close.
"If you don't want to talk, maybe I can show you?" the man purred.
"I think you need to cool down!" Robin snorted, angled the head of the waterspout upward, turned the cold water on full strength and danced out of the way, resulting in a soaked Slade. Robin, however, couldn't help but let out a giggle as he jumped up on the table and then launched himself further upwards, so he could grab onto a beam and swing up on that, out of the way from the dripping and glaring man.
"Very funny." Slade grabbed a paper towel, but that did little good, he really was drenched.
"I thought so too," the teen said in a sing-song voice.
"Come down here and I'll show you something funny as well," the man leered.
"Noooo… I think I'd rather watch you from afar right now."
"Smart boy."
"I know."
"We'll talk about this later. Seems I have to go change."
"Fancy that," Robin grinned and laid back on the beam like it was the most comfortable spot in the room. Well… he actually liked the rafters, so… He watched the man leave from the corner of his eye and chuckled a bit more. It had been fun. And the feeling of Slade standing right behind him like that had been- Robin sat up so quickly that he almost fell off the beam. No. That hadn't been exciting at all. Not at all.
Slade smirked as he changed out of his ice cold clothes. Things were looking up. Quite a lot. But he guessed that he was back to square one when it came to winning the hero's trust, most likely Robin would just flee up under ceiling every time he entered from now on but, on the other hand, maybe he underestimated the teen's bravery…
He returned a little bit later, and Robin was down on the floor again, but the book case. The teen watched him warily, however.
"I'm just here to pick up the remains of the lunch," Slade snorted.
"No molesting?"
"Was that a hint of disappointment I heard in your voice?"
"Was that a hint of self delusion I heard in yours?" Robin snapped back.
"How about some sparring? You tend to like that kind of touching," the man leered.
"Sure. But clothes are not optional."
"Very well. I'll return in a moment then. Change into something sexy," the man said and took the lunch tray out.
Robin gaped a little at the door. This had… escalated very quickly. Too quickly. He didn't want it to go any further, really… did he? What would the man do to him if he'd let him? Kiss him again? That kiss had been… well… it had been… it… Robin shook his head. Well, it didn't matter, because the man wouldn't stop there, would he? He'd probably get him naked again… and get naked himself. And then he'd… he'd probably… go all the way. The teen shivered slightly, but not in revulsion, which he most likely would have done not long ago. He was curious, so very curious about everything, really, even though he knew it was… wrong. Because it was wrong. Not because of the gay-thing, not really, but because it was Slade. Slade made it wrong. Because Slade made it… thrilling.
"Are you going to work out in jeans?"
Robin jumped. He hadn't even noticed that Slade was back. But yes, jeans seemed like a good idea. They kept things more… in place. He therefore nodded and walked over to the mats where they usually sparred. That is, they began there, and then the fight tended to take them all across the room.
They started out like they always did, and with no innuendoes Robin eventually relaxed and began to truly enjoy himself. That, however, would prove to be a bit too soon. When he didn't manage to roll away quickly enough after being felled to the ground by Slade's foot hooking one of his own, the man was suddenly on top of him.
"Now… while I have you where I want… let's talk," Slade smirked.
Robin tried to buck him off, but the man was straddling his thighs and had quickly also pinned his wrists to the floor.
"I don't want to talk!" he snarled.
"Good. Me neither, really." the man shrugged. "There are so many things I could teach you, Robin, show you… and I know you are curious, because, let's face it, you always are."
The teen stopped struggling and looked up at the man with a somewhat strange expression in his eyes.
"Could you…. could you kiss me again? That… that was … kinda nice…"
The man chuckled. "Of course." He leaned over but, when he got close enough, he didn't meet a pair of willing lips. Instead his nose met a forehead. Hard.
Slade let go with a growl to cradle his copiously bleeding nose, and Robin tried to wriggle loose. The man tightened his thighs in time, however. The hero was now free enough to be able to sit up and also use his fists better, but again those were caught before they could do any harm. The man held both of them in one hand and pushed the teen back onto the mat before pinning the wrists above Robin's head.
"There. I need this." Slade talking through a stuffy nose might have been fun, normally, but not when he grabbed the hero's t-shirt and ripped it straight off with a hard yank. Robin could only watch as the man used it to cover his nose, and winced at the cracking noise as the villain set it. Slade then wiped the blood away and threw the remains of the t-shirt to the side.
The Titan stared up at a nose that was perfectly healed. He knew the man was a meta-human, no one was that fast and strong, after all, but he hadn't known about this. He had wondered why even a really hard kick only seemed to bother the man for a moment or two, but he had thought Slade was just ignoring the pain, like he himself had been taught to do sometimes.
"You… have healing powers."
"Yes," the man admitted.
"That is so unfair!"
"And you say that right after bashing my nose in?"
"Yes, well, I wasn't going to let you rape me!" the teen snorted.
The man chuckled, almost tenderly. "I was never going to rape you, Robin. Merely… teach you a thing or two. Things you will be very willing and eager to learn, trust me."
"Right. Trust you. Why does that sound like the stupidest idea ever?"
"Well, I see two signs that you're eager…" the man smirked.
Robin's breath hitched as the man's free hand wandered over his chest, the fingers playing with one of his nipples. His very hard nipples.
"It's… it's cold on the floor!"
"Yes. Poor things. Should I warm them up?" Slade leered and bent down. This time, however, he grabbed Robin's hair, just hard enough so that if the teen tried to headbutt him again he would go bald. Robin stopped breathing as the man's lips came closer and closer to his sensitive pink buds, and gasped for air as they finally closed around one. The sensation felt searing hot and he bucked again, but if it was to make it stop or not, even Robin wasn't sure.
"Nnngggh!" Slade had bitten him! Slade had bitten his nipple, that was… ludicrous for one, and the teen's face heated up as he realized what a needy little sound he had made. "S-Slade… stop… stop that… I… please!"
"You don't want me to stop, Robin. You want me to continue for as long as it feels good. Do you want me to point out more proof of that?"
The hero, who could feel his jeans straining all on his own, growled out a "No!"
"Very well. Let's get a bit more comfortable, though," Slade said and suddenly the man was on his feet, pulling Robin up as well and then they were heading across the room, towards…
"Not the bed! Not the bed!" the teen yelled, panicking now.
"Psh, I told you I won't rape you. I'm just going to help you relax a little," the man claimed as he unbuckled Robin's belt. The Titan did his best to struggle and kick but the man just moved too quickly and it was like being chained to a tank; he just didn't have any choice but to be dragged along, and a moment later he found himself on the bed once more, although this time the villain didn't leave. Instead he used the grip he already had on the teen's wrists to secure them to the headboard using the belt. One of Robin's feet landed a nice kick to the man's side, but didn't seem to do any damage. The force behind it would have made a normal man crumble, and again the teen thought of the unfairness of it all.
"Now, you cool down a bit while I go wash up," Slade told him and left. Robin pulled at his restraints, but it was no use, and when the man came back he found the teen panting and glaring but otherwise lying still.
"Now, I know that you are going to try to ki- yes, kick me," Slade said and effortlessly caught the teen's foot, "but you have to believe me when I'm telling you that I'm not going to rape you."
"There are different kinds of rape," the teen growled, and again he saw that flicker of hesitation in the man's eye. What the hell did that mean? Why would Slade care at all?
"Well, true," the villain nodded. "In that case I'm going to rape you in a way you will like very much."
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try," the teen snorted before he even realized what he was saying. Slade did, though, judging by his leer.
"Very well." In a blink of an eye Slade was back straddling him, making more kicking impossible. "Let's see how good I can make you feel, shall we?"
Robin closed his eyes when the man went back to playing with his nipples.
It does NOT feel good, it does NOT feel g-"Aaaahhhh!"d- fuck it all to hell! Does he HAVE to do that thing with his tongue?! It seemed the man felt that he did, though, as he twirled it around the second nipple as well. Thanks to the belt the mercenary's hands were now free to do as they pleased and explored all over the teen's torso as his lips crept upwards.
"I'll bite you!" Robin hissed as thought he knew where the man was heading.
"I'll stay away from your mouth, then," Slade chuckled, and turned the hero's head to the side.
Yeah, right, like kissing my CHEEK will do anything, the teen snorted to himself, but gasped a moment later as he discovered that his face wasn't the man's primary target at all; his neck was. The skin at the crook of his neck turned out to be very sensitive, and it got even worse as the man worked up towards his jaw and along it, heading for his ear. It was driving the teen insane, and he didn't even realize that his hips had begun to rise and fall, trying desperately to grind against something. Robin could feel the man's hand sliding down over his stomach and unbuttoning his jeans, but by now he welcomed every touch, and he cried out as the hand encircled his length, bucking up into it.
The lips and tongue had reached his ear. Robin had snorted about descriptions about how nice it could feel to have his earlobe nibbled and so on, but it was now clear that he had been wrong. It brought him even closer to the man's goal and he whined with need as his whole body begged for release. Slowly the lips moved again, across his cheek this time, and Robin had forgotten all about biting as he eagerly parted his lips, begging for a kiss as the man slowly made him face him again. Robin's barely open eyes saw the same kind of lust he felt burning in the man's eye as well and he met the man's tongue with his own, willingly and keenly kissing back as the hand around his shaft sped up. This climax was soon unavoidable, and Robin cried out into the man's mouth as he came, shaking as the waves of pleasure didn't seem to want to stop. As they did, however, it was as if his body was completely drained and it felt so heavy against the mattress that he really couldn't be bothered by the fact that the man had opened the belt, freeing Robin's hands once more; his arms just fell down uselessly on either side of his head.
"I told you I could show you a thing or two. Next time I'm going to suck you off, and I promise you it will feel even better than this. All you need to do is ask."
"A-ask?" Robin mumbled, not sure if he was hearing things.
"Yes. You have to ask for it," the man told him, somewhat smugly. Later, when he was back to his senses, Robin wished that he had headbutted him again for that.
Slade had planted a poisonous seed in his mind, and it grew quickly. The thought of a mouth, down there, could drive any man crazy, and when the offer was on the table, there for the taking at any time… all he had to do was ask… it was all the teen could really think about. He held out though, for a little while.
Slade acted as if nothing had happened, serving dinner, talking about how he was preparing the deer meat, and then asking Robin if he wanted to go jogging the next morning. That the teen did, of course, having been allowed outside had been great, after all, and jogging usually involved less death than hunting did.
The next morning Slade came into the room with a pair of jogging shoes and they went for a run before it got too hot. The whole time, the teen could only really think of one thing, however, and, as they had eaten lunch, he cracked.
"Okay."
"Okay, what?" the man asked, looking up from his plate which he was finishing off.
"Okay, you can… I mean… I want you to… ummm…"
"Suck you off?" the man, who could be merciful at times, asked.
"Yeah… that."
"Fine, get on the bed and unzip."
"Um… the bed? I thought you'd kneel and…?"
"Yes, I imagined you did. It's not my place to kneel, though. I'm offering you unimaginable pleasure, after all, are you going to be picky about the details?"
The teen couldn't find the words to answer the man so he just shook his head quickly and went over to the bed. He was so nervous that he was shaking, and not so little mortified that he had actually asked for this as well, but he just couldn't help himself. He lay down and opened his fly as Slade had instructed, already feeling his cock straining against his pants. As the man came over he took a firm grip on the trousers and pulled them down to his thighs.
"Hey!" Robin yelled out and, for some reason, tried to cover himself.
"I want to be able to reach properly, play with your balls a bit, perhaps. You'll like it, but these are in the way," the man told him and then pulled the pants all the way off. "Give me your pillows," the then ordered.
"What for?" the teen asked.
"If you question me again I'll leave this problem up to your own hand," the man smirked and indicated the area Robin still cowered in his hands.
The teen reluctantly pulled his hands back and gave the man the pillows, which Slade stacked up and then, easily lifting the teen's hips, pushed under his ass, raising it up. The hero felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable at this, but that, he figured, was what the man wanted him to feel. He didn't dare object, though, not when he was so close to experience something he had fantasized about since he was twelve. He had just pictured a woman doing it. The man spread the hero's legs and sat between them before crawling up so that his face was hovering above the teen's.
"I think a kiss as payment would be nice."
"You said all I had to do was ask!" Robin reminded him.
"Well, yes, but if you want me to make this experience truly mind-blowing, and not just make you come in three seconds flat…"
"Fine," Robin growled. Slade soon kissed that growl away and the teen was teased into kissing back, with some enthusiasm even. He now understood how people could just make out for what seemed like hours, sitting on a bench in the park, for example. He had secretly always thought it would get boring after a while, but he could easily see himself kissing the man for as long as that. Slade pulled away, however, only to kiss his neck again, teasing his nipples a little through the t-shirt, before moving down lower… and lower…
"You're about to blow. Let's stop that," Slade half chuckled and squeezed around the base of the teen's cock hard enough so the surge of lust ebbed out a little bit. Robin was grateful because if the man hadn't done that, he would have come at the next instant as warm lips closed around the tip of his cock.
"Oh, GOD!" he gasped, the feeling much better, and much more alien, than he had imagined. He had thought there would be more suction, but, for now, the man only seemed to tease him, letting the tip of his tongue flick over the head and the slit, making the teen squirm and buck. Again the man appeared to know that Robin was too close to the edge and tightened his grip. The other hand was playing with his balls, one finger rubbing the area behind it, until it pushed against-
"Don't! Not there!" Robin yelled, not because it didn't feel good, because it did. Too good. And it wasn't supposed to.
"Just introducing you to your body. Relax. I'll only use one finger."
"I… I don't think…"
But the man wasn't very interested in what Robin thought, apparently , because he distracted him by suddenly swallowing his whole length, making the teen forget not only the argument but also his own name including pretty much everything else.
Slade made sure some saliva dribbled down so he could coat the finger in it, and then glanced up at Robin as he, while working his tongue over the underside of the teen's cock, began pushing the finger inside. He wanted to see Robin's face as he did, and he wasn't disappointed. The hero all but convulsed, his lips parting as moans and gasps came out of his mouth. His eyes were shut, unfortunately, tightly, as his hands clawed at the mattress. Slade still held the base firmly, encircling it with his thumb and forefinger, forming a tight ring, but as sounds resembling begging came from the teen he decided, again, to show mercy, and curled his finger upward as he let go of the firm grip, and, at the same time, pulled away a little.
Robin's blue eyes shot open as he let out a cry at the pressure against his prostate, which hurled him over the edge. If Slade had wanted to, he could have done anything to the hero at that moment and the teen wouldn't have been able to gather his wits quick enough to object to it. What the man did, however, was to simply walk over to the kitchenette counter and wash his hands.
Robin opened his eyes as the man turned around and, as he began walking back over to his bed, the muscles in the teens arms and legs began working again, and he started to sit up and scramble for his trousers.
"Yes, hurry up, what if I should see you naked?" the man smirked. "Besides, you just got cum all over your clothes."
Robin's face was deep red by now, but he still shot back "I thought you were supposed to swallow."
"Oh, well, bad me. I guess you have to teach me. Next time, perhaps?"
"You want me to…?"
"Well, I expect some kind of trade, surely," the man told him.
"Yeah, think again," Robin snorted and glared at the man.
"Fine. I hope you enjoyed the only blow job you'll ever get," Slade told him and patted his shoulder, before turning away.
"… only?" Robin couldn't stop himself from saying.
"Yes? What, did you expect me to be your sex toy without getting anything back? Not even a hand job?" the man asked.
"Well… maybe a hand job then," Robin told him reluctantly. That wouldn't be so bad, especially not if Slade would do that to him again.
"Good, let's go shower," the man told him.
"Wait, now? You want one now? In the shower?" Robin gaped.
"Your intelligence astonish me. Yes. Now. You need a shower anyway, I imagine."
Robin thought about telling the man to go pleasure himself, but, on the other hand, this way he would get this over with… and he did need a shower. He smelled… strange.
"Fine."
The man gestured to the bathroom and Robin took the lead, head held high as his pants were sticking to drying stains of seed and saliva. Before the man could make any comment about it, or order him to, Robin undressed and turned the water on, throwing his clothes in the hamper. He didn't like orders, so to anticipate what the man expected from him and just doing it, was one way to make him feel better about this. He heard Slade undressing behind him, but didn't turn around. He was curious, yes, after all, what guy wouldn't check out a rival's assets in the shower if he could, but the teen stepped under the spray instead and began to rinse off.
The man came in behind him, and suddenly Robin had a pair of extra soaped up hands running over his skin and hair.
"You don't have to help, you know…" he muttered.
"Well, I want to," Slade chuckled behind him, and came closer. Something poked Robin in the small of his back and his eyes snapped open. Was that…? Well… yes, it had to be, didn't it? Then he slapped a hand over half his face and hissed.
"Damn! I got soap in my eye!" he complained.
"Here, let me help," the man told him, turned him around, and tilted his head up, while moving the showerhead so the suds washed away. "Open your eye."
Robin hated, absolutely hated, rinsing his eyes, but, in his line of work, accidents happened sometimes, and he forced his stinging eye to open.
"There, that's enough," the man told him, and the teen drew a big sigh of relief, closing his eyes again, enjoying how the sting had disappeared. Slade, however, took advantage of the situation by stealing another kiss. After the initial surprise, the hero let him, because it would give him some time before he had to… do that other thing. At least that's what he had hoped, but, while still kissing him, having him up against the tiles by now, Slade caught one of Robin's hands and brought it to his groin. The teen let out a sound of surprise as his fingers, guided by Slade, were closed around a very thick shaft, and now he really wanted to look down, just to make sure that what he felt was real, but the man's lips wouldn't let his go. Slade's hand urged him into starting to move his own in, long, slow strokes, while the man's tongue somehow found its way into the hero's mouth. Robin gasped as a hand caressed and squeezed his ass and the next instant he found himself half hard. His hand continued to stroke the man but the teen then realized that the pace was much too slow. This was the pace he used himself when he wanted to have a nice, long relaxing session, and was that really what he was interested in here? No, he preferred to have this over and done with, before he got more aroused. As he sped up, however, the man finally pulled back a little and chuckled, as the teen tried to catch his breath.
"That's a good boy, Robin… getting into it?" When the teen didn't answer, the man slid a hand down between them and began slowly stroking him back. "Would you like me to suck you again?"
"Y… yes…?" Robin mumbled.
"How about we suck each other off, at the same time?"
"No!"
"Ah, well," the man said and withdrew his own hand from Robin's member which was now as hard as his own. "Just beat me off, then, it's up to you."
"Can't we…?" Robin asked began asking but then bit his lip.
"Yes?" the man prompted.
"Can't we… just… beat each other off, then?"
"Are you trying to haggle?" the man chuckled. "No. I put your cock in my mouth, and I think it's fair that you do the same, especially as I will be repeating the favor at the same time.
Even after only one time Robin had loved that 'favor'; truly, passionately, loved it. Doing the same thing to the man, however was… not disgusting, exactly, it actually seemed a bit exiting… one of those really 'bad' things he would never, ever, do, except that it… made him tingle. And, after all, Slade would never be cleaner than he was now, so there probably wouldn't be any bad tastes… just like sucking the man's fingers, really… or his tongue, and he had just done that, so…
"Okay," the Titan finally nodded.
"You are braver than I ever gave you credit for," the man told him and, through the chuckle, Robin actually heard a bit of sincerity in the man's voice, which made it very hard for him to back down as he was pulled from the shower and engulfed in a towel, before being led out into the main room again, and to the bed.
Robin had kept his eyes front and center the whole time, but, after some more kissing and groping, the man arranged their bodies in a position suited for what he had in mind, and the teen couldn't very well ignore what was staring at him.
They were on their sides, head-to-toe and facing each other. They had to make some adjustments because of their height-difference but they soon found a comfortable position. Well. Slade did. Robin didn't really feel comfortable, because he had a cock in his face.
"Let's see what you have learned, then… or follow my lead," the man told him, and soon that amazing heat was back, making Robin just want to close his eyes and enjoy. Unfortunately he would have to give as good as he got. He grabbed the shaft and stroked it a little first, before, hesitantly, reaching out with his tongue and licking the tip. Robin didn't expect the shiver going through Slade's body at that little touch, and had to stop himself from snickering. Maybe he was not the only one who could lose himself in pleasure? He wondered if Slade could go all soft in the head as well? He licked the tip again, and got the same reaction, so he decided to take the whole head in his mouth and suckle softly at it. That made the man grunt around his own length, and Robin even more eager to see how he could make the man react.
The taste wasn't that bad, as he suspected, even though he had forgotten about the pre-cum which was a bit bitter. It was worth it, though, to feel man becoming undone because of him. It was a victory, of sorts, although it made it pretty hard to focus when Slade was giving him as much pleasure at the same time. After a little while Robin had to push the man away from him with a knee.
"I can't… you first," he said, before going back to work. Slade seemed to understand what he meant, and merely stroked him lightly as Robin continued to suck, lick and fondle the man, trying to make him putty in his hands, and, more or less, succeeding. Robin didn't have enough experience to know when it was time to pull back, though, and, suddenly, found his mouth flooding. He swallowed out of surprise first, before pulling back, coughing.
"You… you bastard!" he growled at the man whom smirked back at him.
"Didn't you say one was supposed to swallow?"
"Shut up. It's your turn," Robin growled. His irritation died away almost instantly, however, when the man obeyed.
The teen leaned back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation, which was soon joined by the man's prodding finger. Robin tensed up and clenched at first, but then he remembered the amazing feeling and, with a little moan, he gave in. Slade had moved between his legs by now and had rolled him over on his back. Robin raised his hips to meet the finger, but it didn't stay still inside him this time; the man pushed it in an out, a lot of saliva slicking the way, and it only lightly brushed that amazing spot inside him. The teen groaned and pushed back, wanting it deeper inside him and to stay there, but then it disappeared all together for a moment and when the pressure on his opening returned, it was bigger. Two fingers, the hero realized as they entered him.
"Unnngggh…" he groaned, but the extra girth felt really good, especially after a few moments, but then Robin became aware of something. "Why… is my cock… not in your mouth?"
"I wanted to see how much you enjoyed just my fingers. Turns out; quite a lot," Slade smirked.
"Not fair, it was about blow jo-aaah! Yes! Right there! Fuck!"
"Don't think you're ready for that. Yet," Slade, who had interrupted the teen by massaging his prostate, said. "But how about three fingers?"
"If you suck me…" Robin gasped, not sure he could take more, but eager to try. Too eager. Why the hell was such a great spot located in such an awkward place? Did all the other straight men know about this? Because it was better than boobs, damn it! Well, it was better than looking at boobs, he hadn't actually touched any…
The man did suck him now, but only when the hero tensed up as the third finger was slowly stretching him open, taking off the edge of the burning sensation, cleverly disguising it as pleasure. And the teen was pleasured, alright. This was beyond a 'thrill', this was the most extreme, exciting and depraved thing he had ever done. Yes, there was shame and guilt mixed in with those feelings, as well as a big dose of embarrassment, but it just wasn't enough for him to put a stop to it. Not even at Slade's next words.
"You are ready to be fucked… are you brave enough for that, Robin?"
Somehow, the thought of having something even bigger and longer than fingers inside him, didn't freak the teen out at all, it almost made him come.
"Bring it on…" he smirked up at the man. And Slade did. Robin almost called it off, as the pressure grew too much, but a tug at his cock from Slade fixed that problem and suddenly the man was inside him. The feeling was almost too much for the teen again, but the man still had a grip around his cock and squeezed the base of it while sinking in further until he was completely sheathed inside the hero. He let the young man get used to the feeling for a few moments, before getting the teen's legs in a better position in the crooks of Slade's arms. Then he pulled out a bit, and shoved back in. This seemed to be received well, so Slade couldn't really see a reason to hold back any longer.
Naked, hot skin against his, the sound of grunts and moans and bodies slamming together, the smell of sex… it was all an overwhelming experience. Robin mostly kept his eyes closed, though, because, after all, this was still Slade, not someone he loved or even cared for… and a man, to boot. But if he didn't see it, he could forget about those… 'little details'… and lose himself in this new found pleasure. He was getting closer and closer. It was like magic, really, climbing towards a climax with no real effort of his own… Slade was the one doing most of the work and that, Robin decided, he didn't have a problem with. He had sweated for Slade many times after all… But suddenly that changed as Slade rolled them over, and Robin found himself on top, sinking down even deeper on the shaft inside him.
"Ride me."
"No! I was so close!" the teen growled, but still moved his hips experimentally, unable to stop himself, needing that grinding, pummeling feeling back.
"I know," the man chuckled. "Get to it, cowboy," he added and slapped the hero's ass with his palm. The sting made Robin yelp and sit up, and then he came to understand how to move, and, once he did, nothing could stop him. He clutched at the man's chest, leaving marks and, probably, tearing out hairs by the root as well. He was soon on track again, and, this time, Slade didn't stop him from finishing, in fact, the man joined him.
Robin had never felt anything like it. His very insides seemed to vibrate, squeezing the invading member and creating new waves of pleasure after the first, large, one. He had already collapsed on top of the man and was now sort of sliding off him, so they ended up next to each other. Robin was busy panting and hoping his heart wouldn't explode and just decided to stay very still to see if he would survive. As the trembles ebbed out, however, the teen felt wrung out like he had been on duty for three days straight. Also, the heat of his skin began to leave him, making him shiver. He groaned and reached out for the covers, but could only get hold of some of the sheet, which didn't cover much of him at all. Then Slade moved and then the covers were there, over the both of them, and Robin had only a fleeting thought of feeling warmer before he was out like a light.
Robin woke up in a place he had never been before; in someone else's arms. He wasn't aware of that quite yet, however, he had woken up because his hair was tickling his nose. He scrunched his nose up and made a lazy gesture to scratch it, but he was really more than half asleep still. Then fingers brushed the hair away and the hero was instantly alert, even though he didn't show it yet. That touch could only have been one person, after all, but it had been far too soft, too gentle, to be Slade. That touch had been… loving. So many things suddenly made sense. The man had kidnapped him, yes, but as he had speculated about before, he had been treating him… weirdly. And if the man just wanted to fuck him, well, then he could have just raped him a long time ago, after all, so that didn't really make sense either. But if Slade… cared for him, that, in a twisted way, made sense. But Slade falling in love? Robin wanted to laugh out loud at the idea. Not possible. Was it?
If it was, however, if it was just somewhat true… that was his way out of here. His only way out of here. If he played along, there was no way the man wouldn't let him go, eventually… or start trusting him enough so he could escape. He couldn't just go all out and claim he loved him, though, not at once, Slade wouldn't buy that… besides, he needed to test this theory, and there was no time like the present to do that.
Robin opened his eyes slowly, and caught a glimpse of a Slade who seemed to be smiling down at him more than smirking.
"Mm… I fell asleep?" the hero mumbled a bit groggily.
"We both did. I don't blame us," the man chuckled.
"Ow!" Robin had stretched and now winced, keeping an eye on the man's expression, and he wasn't disappointed.
"Are you in pain?" There was worry there, real concern, not the 'oh, just get off the floor and stop pretending like it hurts' look that he tended to get when they were sparring.
"No, I… just must have slept on my arm funny or something," the teen said and pretended to rub it. He felt a rush through his body. Slade actually… no, he still didn't even dare think it… it was just too good to be true. Of course escaping was the most important thing to gain from this, but what could he do in the mean time? Or, rather, what could he make Slade do?
"Um, Slade?"
"Yes?"
"We had sex…"
"I noticed," the man smirked.
"Yes, but what does that mean? I'm not gay! I mean… am I bi, then? Or… what?" Robin decided to be honest, after all, Slade wouldn't expect him to just change completely, would he?
"Don't bother with labels. You did something because it felt good, it was exciting and there was one hell of a reward for you at the end. That should be enough."
"So you did it to corrupt me, is that it?" the teen snorted.
"A little bit, yes," the man chuckled, but he couldn't fool the teen. At another time, another place, Slade might have done it to break him, but not this Slade, whoever the hell he was. Robin actually felt like he didn't know the man at all, all of a sudden, which prompted the question of when he had ever felt like he knew him. Robin, however, pretended to believe the man and lowered his eyes.
"Oh."
And, again, Slade didn't snort or tell him to suck it up, he remained quiet, and Robin could sense that he had tensed a little bit. He decided to give the man a bit of slack. He didn't want the man to do something that would confess his feelings, Robin wanted him to remain ignorant about the fact that he knew, because then he would be easier to manipulate. If he felt guilty? The man had kidnapped him, taken him away from his life and his friends. No. He didn't feel sorry for him, but he was a little anxious about what the man would do if he discovered that he was being toyed with. Worst case scenario he would go after his friends first before targeting Robin again… the teen couldn't picture him handle it well, after all, so therefore the gentle approach would be preferable, albeit slower. If he could make the man really fall for him and subtly understand how much he missed his team… wouldn't Slade let him go? If not, then he'd run. Still, he needed to cheer the man up a bit.
"Well, it… really felt good," Robin admitted, and the blush on his cheeks was very real. The effect was immediate, Slade seemed to relax and let out a little chuckle.
"Any time Robin."
"Really? Can I come in your mouth next time?" Robin asked cheekily, deciding to push it.
"I think you have deserved that…" the man answered, a bit hesitantly at first.
"Can I fuck you too?"
"I prefer to be the one fucking."
"So… no?"
"Correct."
"Well, maybe I won't let you fuck me again either, then," the teen said.
"Fair enough. If you don't want me to, I won't put anything up your ass. Not my fingers, not my cock, and not my tongue."
Robin could actually feel his pupils widen. "T-tongue?"
"It's very popular."
"You'd put your tongue in my…?"
"Yes."
Well, if this wasn't love Robin had no idea what was.
"Wow."
"Yes."
"I… might want to try that some time," the young man admitted. He didn't want to try it right away, though, because he was astonished that he was still alive and not split in two, bleeding to death right now. He wasn't in pain, but he had no idea why. He should be, because Slade's cock had felt huge.
"I like the way you think," the man purred, and Robin almost hiccupped before he realized that the man hadn't, in fact, been reading his mind.
"Um… should we get up? This is a bit… weird…" he said, He could see the slight frown this gave the man, but really, what did he expect? That Robin would suddenly act like his teddy bear? The teen didn't think so. He had his pride, after all… well… some of it.
"Why don't you take a shower and I'll get some fresh sheets," the man then said, like it was his idea that the cuddling session was over.
"Yeah… My skin is starting to think I'm a seal with all this showering," the Titan muttered but got out of bed.
Slade chuckled as he left to get the sheets. This had went… well. He had expected more self loathing, yelling perhaps, but then again, he had underestimated Robin before. He was a bright young man, after all. Slade didn't confuse sex with love, but getting the teen to accept that part was, maybe, a step in that direction. Maybe. He wouldn't get his hopes up. The best he could hope for was Stockholm syndrome, he guessed, but at least that gave him an opportunity to live out his feelings and fantasies, and yes, he was egotistical enough to consider that a good deal. He couldn't believe it was so shortly ago that he had thought that he had ruined it all… and he'd repay Robin for using him like this, and not only in pleasure. He'd train him more as well, make him a better fighter than the teen had ever imagined he would become. He knew that 'using' was the right word here, but felt not real remorse… this is what their relationship had to be, after all, unless a miracle happened. Unless Robin actually began to… no. The man shook his head. He shouldn't get his hopes up.
Robin showered quickly, so the villain wouldn't get the idea to join him, but when he got out, fully dressed, Slade was just calmly changing the sheets. That was another new one; the man had never done that before, not even when there had been blood on them after Robin had gotten a bloody nose for 'refusing to learn how to duck properly' as the man had put it.
"Can we go jogging again tomorrow morning?" Robin asked.
"Of course," the man nodded. "And then the meat will be ready to take care of."
"Okay," Robin nodded, and then his stomach growled, and he got another idea about how to see how far Slade would go for him in this stage. "I'm hungry… you know what? I really feel like pizza…"
"It's rather late and we'd already had dinner. Besides, the nearest town is too far away for a pizza run," the man told him.
Robin made his eyes widen before he let out a small laugh. "I didn't really expect you to go buy pizza, Slade…" he chuckled. "It's just something that… well… we used to do at home… pizza at midnight…" he ended with a little sigh.
"It would be a midnight pizza," Slade said and checked his watch.
Robin's heart sped up a little. Was the man really considering…?
"Yeah, like I said, I didn't expect you to… I mean… you wouldn't understand…" he sighed. "I'll just get a sandwich."
"Fine. This talk of junk food has made me hungry too. I'll be back within two hours, Robin, and if you are asleep or if you have eaten by then…"
"Really? I won't, I promise!" Robin grinned, and, as the door closed behind the man the grin turned into a smirk. He'd get out of this, and who knew… he might even have a bit of fun along the way…
The End.
A/N: Ugh, I could have continued this forever, but it had to stop somewhere so it did here… ;) this borders on a pet peeve of mine when it comes to Sladin: I don't want Slade to be delusional and be all "I'm going to make him love me!" so I hope I made him a BIT more realistic than that. A bit. And yeah, this is one sided, on Slade's part, but sure, if your fantasy ending takes you somewhere else, be my guest.. .;) Just don't feel sorry for Slade, okay? He DID kidnap Robin, after all, and he deserves getting his emotional balls kicked. ;)
This was the last b-day drabble, and, again, no I'm not writing any "commissions" next year, sorry… I wanna focus on another chaptered story and some other things…
NOW I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU
I've written WAY too much this year, but what b-day drabble (or universe) has been your favorite (only b-day drabbles count)? It starts at drabble 128, so skim through the titles and see if anything stands out. And no, you don't have to pick "your own" trust me, I will have no idea anyway, and won't feel like… offended or anything if you liked another drabble more… so, yeah, tell me the title or something… who knows, if many people mentions one particular drabble/universe, there MIGHT be a sequel to it in the future…
Merry Christmas and thank you for a wonderful year!
Love
/Wynja