Scars: Ch. 22
Deal, or No Deal?
Slade's touches were much more than just physical, it cut him deep down. It hurt so much, the pain in his heart, was bleeding out bit by bit as Slade tore at the scars that held it all in. Wounds were overflowing with grief and fear. The man would not stop, for anything.
Slade kissed him again harshly, he then bit Robin's tongue, which was struggling to get out of the way of Slade's. He bit almost playfully. Robin let out a groan of pain. Slade let go of his tongue, and Robin could taste his own blood.
The man continued to play with him, licking his tongue with his own, almost, to an untrained vision, apologetically. But Robin knew that Slade's games were anything but sympathetic. Robin grimaced in disgust as he was forced to taste Slade again. He despised the vile taste of Slade's mouth, for some reason to Robin, it always seemed to taste like metal and blood.
He felt dirty.
Slade's hands started to feel lower than Robin's hips. Robin growled and struggled a bit harder, despite the consequences. As Slade felt Robin's hands try to stop his quest, Slade growled a little and decided to bite Robin's collar bone, hard.
Robin cried out and put his arms to his sides again. He knew what would happened if his continued to disobey. The boy grit his teeth as he tried hard to not struggle against his will.
"Don't struggle, Robin. Make it easier for yourself." Slade whispered in Robin's ear, as he brought his hand down to tease at the waist band of Robin's pants. Robin let out a mixed sound, caught between a desperate growl and a whine of fear as the fingers of Slade's right hand went beneath the fabric of his pants.
The teen squirmed again, arching his slim body in an attempt to move away from the man, but instead, accidentally pushing against Slade in an unintentionally erotic manner. Robin immediately lowered himself and he saw Slade smile.
The mercenary went under Robin's last shield of protection, holding his body down with one hand to resist his pointless struggle. Robin growled loudly, prefatorial even, as Slade neared his goal. Robin closed his eyes, just so he couldn't see Slade's face.
He knew what was coming. He got extremely protective of his male parts since Slade. No one could go near him. They hurt constantly, and Slade knew that it was what damaged Robin plenty, mentally for the most part.
Slade's hand lingered above him for a minute, just teasing. And Robin suddenly had a flash of his whole situation surge through his head. He'd been trying to configure somewhat of a plan throughout this. Just for safety,...or rather the safety of his female counterpart. He did not know what would happen after this. It was a free for all, considering his had no control over the situation. So there was no way to guarantee Starfire's safety, or his own for that matter. If this continued, and Robin did nothing, there was no hope, or control whatsoever. But what if there was something he could do, to maybe,...shelter Starfire.
Suddenly he had to put his half-hearted plan into action. Hopefully, the results he expected would be accurate. But one could only hope. He felt Slade tug hard at his pubic hair. He winced and cursed mentally. He had to do this now.
"S-Slade, wait...!" His voice came out small and nervous. He tried to make it stronger with not much avail. To his relief, and almost surprise, Slade paused in his actions. Looking pretty frustrated at that. Robin was still tremuring lightly as he looked up at Slade for a reaction.
Slade curled up the hand that wasn't in his pants into a fist, and Robin started to become frightened for his own safety. Slade then spoke, calmly and silky despite his frustration. Looking down at Robin with his one eye almost curiously. Because in the midst of all this, his was quite intrigued, because of all the times he's done this to the boy, he had never once tried to start up a conversation with him during it.
"...Robin, you know I don't like to be interrupted..." Slade said, intrigued and warning at the same time. But he did want to see what the youth had to say.
Robin contemplated his words carefully before speaking. He hoped he knew what he was doing. It was now or never to try to keep at least one of them out of harm.
"...Slade, I, have a deal for you..." He paused and saw Slade's eye sparkle with interest. " I-I'll submit, to you, without struggle, and do whatever you want,...if you let Starfire go, unharmed... She has nothing to do with this. It's me you, want, not her..." In the middle of speaking, Robin had to look away from Slade, it was too much to look directly into his eye. Because Slade always insisted on eye contact.
Robin's voice came out determined and critical, but he did hesitate a bit. It reminded him of businessman making an important deal with a higher company.
When he dared to again look up at the masked villain, he was still looking at him. His hands had remained where they were, but his actions had paused. And for that, Robin was grateful, but he knew it wouldn't last for long.
It may seem pretty foolish to offer this to someone as mischievous and seemingly untrustworthy like Slade. But Robin didn't have too much of a choice. He did have a few motives behind his plan. The first one, his only reason for his sacrifice, was for the imperative safety of his beloved. He had to get her out of this, whether or not it meant his undoing. It was his fault for getting her involved and he was going to fix it.
And while putting his trust in a villain may seen like a completely dubious move, Robin thought that it was giving his plan definite results. Robin had come to recognize some of the traits of the man before him. One of these traits that doesn't even seem like Slade, is that he doesn't lie. Robin first started to realize this when he witnessed the apocalypse. Where he thought Slade could never be trusted, and thought that he wouldn't fulfill his promise, he did, and that really surprised Robin.
And this got him to think back on all the times he's faced Slade, the man had never told him a lie. Everything he said, he did. Robin guessed that the man did indeed have some kind of set morals of his own. No matter how twisted they may be. So if all else went wrong, if Slade agreed to this, god-willingly Starfire's freedom would be guaranteed.
He looked back up at Slade again, who appeared to be thinking, but that lasted only a minute before he looked through Robin's eyes again. And he spoke, in that same melting tone.
"...You have a deal, Robin,...if I can let her go tomorrow..." Slade purred. Robin had no idea why Slade would want to let her go tomorrow, but then again right now he didn't even have a sense of time. It could be seven in the morning for all he knew. But what mattered is that Slade accepted. And this gave Robin a short, but overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and relief. Because now, he knew Starfire would be safe. And that made he feel good.
Robin nodded at Slade, and Slade smiled knowingly, baring his teeth. And the youth felt a heavy sinking feeling in his stomach. Slade stared down at him, Robin was all his...
How's it hangin' everyone? Finally got a chance to update. While I'm here going utterly(completely) insane from no internet, (I'm going freaking mental I swear), I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make it a little longer than usual.
And with the stupid title, that cliches that weird show on T.V., I just couldn't help it. Even though I don't really like that show all too much...
Some other things I thought I had to explain, Slade's uh, second mask; yeah I know, kinda stupid, but how else is Slade supposed to kiss Robin and still keep his identity? Our Slade is not stupid.
Also, if I'm disappointing anybody by not getting to the 'real intense' stuff, which is in fact quite overdue for a few chapters,...sorry about that.
R and R please.
Until next time,
NightRobin