Scars Ch. 24

All Downhill From Here

"My, my. Still such a spirit. That's good. I don't want you to lose all of your spark. But believe it or not, Robin, I have cared for people before. And the lesson I gained from that was to never be that naive again. You and I both know from experience that nothing good ever comes from loving those you care about. Isn't that right, Robin?" Slade stated calmly, still right in Robin's ear.

Robin's eyes widened. But only for a second before he regained control. He knew of what Slade was talking about. But not anymore. When his parents were killed, he vowed to never love again. He too thought that anyone he loved would simply disappear, because that's what seemed to be happening to him when he was younger. He never fully understood it until he grew older. He found that it was okay to care for people. Fearing that commitment was something that he got over. He guessed Slade never did.

"I thought that once. But I learned better. It's about not being selfish. Another thing you've probably never experienced, you bastard." Robin said, voice lowering at the end. He couldn't risk being too disrespectful toward Slade right now. He had too much at stake. And that just slipped out. He grit his teeth and waited anxiously for Slade's response. He always got a little too angry at Slade and his cryptic remarks.

Slade ran his eyes over the boy quite dully. He was expecting a comment like that. Robin had the uncanny ability to curse upon him when he was near. Slade still did not like it.

Slade's hand slipped beneath the waistband of Robin's pants once again. But this time, he was not stopped. With new vigor and without hesitation, the man gripped Robin's boyhood hard with his metal glove, and Robin let out a strained, surprised noise. Robin tried not to let out the scared whimper clawing at the back of his throat, he really tried, but he did. His mind clutched to the idea that it was only because he was caught off guard. His body said different.

He was very frightened at the moment. The first thing in Robin's head, was the horror of it. He desperately hated when Slade touched there. The mental abuse was unspeakable, but the next thing, was the pain of it, once again. Slade's mistreated it enough in the past, that the physical state of his lower regions would never fully heal.

Robin growled lightly and suppressed his urge to cry out in terror. He kept his eyes closed and tried not to make a sound. Slade enjoyed every minute of Robin's squirming. Slade grinned widely, his face still next to Robin's. His breath now becoming ragged as he started to pant. Pent up desire and raw urge swirling wildly inside of him. He had kept contained this long. For the sake of meaningless conversation. But enough was enough. He wasn't able to fully hold himself back any longer. Robin was his, and it had been far too long since he's had a graze of his property.

He ripped off his own gloves and successfully felt Robin up some more. Taking in the feel of Robin's length, tracing some of the permanent scars on it. Robin winced uncomfortably. But he had already given himself up. He was beyond saving. Damn it, he was Slade's.

The boy felt Slade's straining erection through his pants, poking into his lower stomach. Robin turned his head to the side. This disgusted feeling was so unnerving. Slade squeezed Robin's balls again, relishing in the moan of pain that escaped the boy's mouth. Circling them almost gently with his fingers, before tugging on them ruthlessly. Then in one swift movement, he ripped off Robin's last barrier of protection. With all defenses knocked down, Slade was free to roam as he pleased.

Now completely naked in front of his captor, Robin shivered and clenched his jaw agonizingly. The boy was shaking mildly, Slade noticed. And also made sure that Robin made no attempt at covering himself or closing his legs. Keeping them wide open with his knees. Robin was painfully exposed to the madman. Once again. Slade was very familiar with his territory. Numerous times, the muscles in Robin's legs twitched almost in an attempt to close themselves. It didn't matter though. Slade saw him.

The masked man chuckled out loud, hunched over the boy, now stroking Robin's member roughly with his knuckle. Robin saw the flash of his white teeth.

"What's the matter, Robin? Why so anxious? It's not like I haven't seen it all before..." Slade mocked, his voice coming out smooth and straight although his breath was rough and ragged. Robin's breath hitched a bit at the comment. His breathing was already irregular from just being touched by Slade. He almost choked on his own intake of air. Slade was horribly good at saying the worst possible thing at the worst possible time. Robin shuddered subconsciously.

Robin tried to even out his breath, palms becoming slippery with sweat as he held his arms tightly at his sides. Digging into the ground below him painfully. He had to keep still. He had no other choice. He sealed his own merciless fate.

Slade picked a hand up and ran in roughly through Robin's hair. Almost a comforting gesture. Robin avoided Slade's gaze, keeping his eyes closed all throughout. He cupped Robin's cheek with his hand, and leaned down to kiss him once more. Forcing his lips onto the younger ones again. His callused hands reaching down to grasp Robin's bare hips tightly, definitely intending to leave bruises. Forcing his hard appendage deeper into Robin's stomach. It was almost painful.

Slade kissed roughly down Robin's face, onto his jaw and down his neck. The man started biting and Robin scowled painfully. He cried out as quietly as he could when Slade bit his shoulder hard, growling protectively, drawing a few drops of blood. But he made sure to lick up every drop that was spilt. Even sucking on him for more. He loved he taste of blood. And Robin's blood tasted like honey to him. Morbid and addicting to his taste buds. He always craved more.

He thrust his hips once into Robin in anticipation. Starting to lick down Robin's chest, then suddenly smirking to himself as his mind thought up another dastardly idea. Slade removed his right hand from Robin's now mis-colored hip bone to trace softly down to Robin's member once again.

Robin accidentally let out a gasp as Slade started touching him, but not as Robin expected. Slade had never touched him this gently before. As far as he was concerned, he didn't think Slade was capable of the gesture. He started to squirm even more as he felt his body start to...react.

What was Slade planning? He never tried anything like this before. The only thing Slade was ever concerned about was his own personal gain. What ever he had to do to Robin to get it was fair game. He was never even slightly interested in doing anything for Robin. When he felt Slade's body start to tremor with laughter, still stroking him, he knew the masked man was up to something. Slade was too goddamn selfish to do something nice for Robin.

Slade chuckled when he felt the boy start to harden under his fingers. Robin blushed an even deeper shade of red than what he already wore. Repulsed by this knew action that he was not used to at all, he started to panic, until he remembered the deal. What the hell was Slade planning!

"W-what are you doing!" Robin stuttered in the strongest voice he could manage. Which happened to be pretty weak. Slade grinned and grasped Robin's hardened member in his hand. Making the boy beneath him jump.

"Just trying something new, dear Robin. I know you'll enjoy this..." Slade purred, gripping his length even harder. Forcing himself closer to terrified kid.

"W-what the f-..." Robin started but decided to re-word he sentence. "What are you planning, Slade!"

"Just sit back and enjoy yourself..." Slade said suspiciously, now stroking him. Robin let out a small growl as he tried to fight the growing arousal brewing within him. He knew he was already hard. He knew Slade had something up his sleeve, but he was in no position to justify it.

Hmm, tricky chapter to write. And the ending, does Slade have a change of heart? ...You really think so? Well, there will be some twist in the next chapter... No, this will not lead to slash.

Everyone enjoying this? I know some of you all waited for the hard core stuff. ...Damn do we have sick minds... And for those of you who are still pure in the head,...don't read this...hell, I gave my best friend nightmares from reading this...I really hope he's not still reading...moving along...

Well, hope you enjoyed, and if ya want something to happen, or just have criticism, feel free to tell me so in a review. ...I'm still not completely sure how I'm going to end this. ;; But I got the next few scenes figured out though. ...and please stop reviewing with only complaints on the slow updates. I'm sorry, but I just have things going on in my life.

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