A/N: First, just let me thank everyone who reviewed so far! Do you think I would have continued (and updated rather often) if it wasn't for you? The credit is ALL yours! If you haven't reviewed yet I will just pretend that you are too involved in the story to think clearly, and give you one more chance… GO! ;o)
This is it. The slash-lovers reward. Did you know that in Swedish the words for "sex" and the number "six" are identical? They are both spelled and pronounced "sex". Can be fun. Trust me. Just an observation, though. Has nothing to do with the number of this chapter… only a coincidence… Get on with it!
Disclaimer: If I owned them you would know…
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Chapter six: Decisions and Desires
Abandoning all thoughts of sleep, Robin rolled out of bed. He now knew one thing for certain: because of his feelings, the team was in even more danger. One way or another, he needed to put a stop to that.
Robin woke his friends, a serious look in his eyes.
"I need to talk to you."
The meeting was held in the basement, far away from any screens and communicators who could, possibly, be 'infected' by Slade.
"Sooo…" Cyborg started. "This is going to be about what we will do 'bout Slade, right?"
Starfire was, uncharacteristically, the first to offer her suggestion, eyes blazing green.
"I propose that we hang Slade by his gnarlaahks and let him be eaten alive by tiny knorfs!"
The rest of the team didn't know what 'gnarlaahks" was, but it sure sounded painful.
"No." Robin shook his head, but seeing the hurt look on the girls face he continued. "I mean, that sounds like a great idea, Star, and I sure hope you will get the opportunity to try it out". Starfire beamed at him, but the smile died when he continued. "But this is about me. About a decision I have made." He took a deep breath. "This isn't right. I can't let you go through this. Slade controls you almost as much as he controls me. I would leave, but I'm afraid that he will hurt you if I do, to get back at me."
"You will give up? Go to him?! We won't let you!" his friends all objected.
"No, I won't give up. But I will no longer just go along with his plan… I will fight…We will fight, and… if it doesn't end well…"
"Then we will surely succeed in rescuing you!" Starfire stated.
"No. If my plan fails… you must leave me behind."
"What!" Cyborg said, desperately trying to come up with something that might make his leader change his mind. Apart from chains. And severe beatings to his head.
"If we lose, Slade will either kill me or continue to try and make me his apprentice. I will fight as long as I can, but I can't do it while worrying about you. Don't you understand? I need you to stay away. Stay safe! One way or another Slade will probably leave Jump City. He won't be your problem anymore."
"But he will be yours."
"Yes." Robin nodded
He will be mine…
"But he will threaten to kill us if you don't obey him… I can't live knowing that!" Beast Boy yelled, the pain and disbelief in his voice evident.
Robin's jaw set, his mouth turned to a grim line.
They really don't think we might win, do they?
"In that case, I won't let him use that threat… that means that he might very well go after you. You need to upgrade the security, stay together and toughen up! I will try to keep him away from you, but I can't guarantee that I will succeed… so it's your choice, really. You could leave for a while, perhaps…"
"Running?!"
"Isn't that better then being held on a leash, like now?! Anyway, that will only come to pass if we lose, right?" he tried to sound optimistic to lighten the mood. This time, though, his friends couldn't be fooled. His team became quiet and he stared at them in frustration.
"Look, guys, I love you! But this is my decision. If you fight Slade you will die! I ask you; beg you, if that moment comes, just… turn away… Please! The moment the plan springs into action I will no longer be your leader. If we succeed… well… you will have to decide about the leader-issue then. And if we don't… we just won't fail, agreed?"
"Anything else?" Raven's voice was quite cold.
Robin met that chilly, purple, flat stare and returned it, with interest.
"No."
"So tell us, please. This plan. What is it?"
"I don't have it yet."
"Not a clue?" BB asked.
"Sure I have some idea…. We will use the opportunity Slade left us. We are allowed to attack to stop him in the process of committing crime, right? Well, we will. This will mean that he will not realise that I have betrayed him, not immediately anyway. I don't think he really expects me to find out any of his plans, but I intend to."
"That might take some time." Raven noted.
"Yes."
"And in the meanwhile…?" Cy wanted to know.
"In the meanwhile… we play the game."
And some of us might enjoy it too…Robin smirked a bit at this thought, and for once he was willing to agree with himself… what's wrong with enjoying the ride while it lasts?
Raven might have gotten a sniff of this thought, because as they left the room she brushed up to him and said in a voice so low, only Robin could hear:
"Don't have too much fun playing. Then you might not want to stop."
Feeling a lot better about the situation, Robin relaxed somewhat. He had a plan. Well… not a plan as such, yet, but he had a strategy at least: discover one of Slade's plans and stop him. He also had to come up with the small detail that described how to stop him, but training with the man might provide that answer. And if they lost… if they lost he was going to make sure his friends were safe.
After a restless sleep of twisting and turning, sprinkled with a few disturbing dreams, Robin rose just before the sun. Not feeling up to donning his uniform quite this early, he settled for a pair of jeans and a sweater. Making his way to the roof he watched the sunrise, trying to get the feeling of hope and calmness he usually achieved from it. Didn't work. He was on edge, and kept looking across the water, towards the building harbouring Slade's hideout. He checked the time. 5.30. The team would be asleep for hours yet, right? He could make it there and back, before they even missed him… He spun around and headed inside the tower again. Just in case he left a note in the kitchen.
'Early training session. Will be back soon. R.'
He borrowed Cy's bike again, unwillingly. He had to ask Batman to lend him one or something, 'cause this piece of junk was just lethal.
He entered the building carefully but without sneaking in. He didn't want Slade to get the idea that he was going to attack after all… Well… not really attack.
Slade wasn't in the workshop where Robin had expected him to be. When the boy couldn't find him in the training room, the armoury or any of the storerooms he almost started to panic. He remembered his plan to snoop around, but now just wasn't the time. Slade first. In the end he cautiously opened the bedroom door, and there he was. Slade lay on his back, eye closed, his lower body covered by only a sheet. It occurred to Robin that he probably slept naked. Fascinated that the man actually slept, at all, Robin slunk into the room and closed the door behind him. It should have been pitch black, but dim, well hidden light-sources gave off a faint glow, just enough to see by.
Robin edged closer to the bed, unsure what to do.
"What are you doing here this early?"
Robin jumped. Of course, thinking that he could sneak up on a sleeping Slade was conceited.
"I… I…" What the hell was he going to say? How did one say "please fuck me" to ones enemy, anyway? Instead of telling Slade how he felt, he decided to take the aggressive route and tell him what he didn't.
"It's not like I want to marry you, or anything!" he snarled.
Slade raised an eyebrow.
"Damn. I was hoping you would get a big dowry from Batman."
This made Robin lose his nerve and he turned to the door.
"Stop."
He obeyed.
"Come here."
Turning slowly, as if hypnotized by the voice, the boy did, drawing closer to the man on the bed. When he was close enough, Slade reached out and snatched his arm, pulling the boy down on top of him. Robin gasped in surprise, staring down on the man.
"So. You have decided?" Slade let his hand slip up under Robin's sweater, touching and teasing his bare skin.
Robin nodded. Slade wasn't satisfied with this.
"Say it."
"I… I want you to... to…" He couldn't! He just couldn't bring himself to say it… instead he bent down to let his lips do another kind of talking. Afterwards Slade looked up on him, a small smile on his lips. The man rolled his eye.
"Okay, Robin. Good enough."
The boy suddenly found himself on his back with Slade on top. Slade's hands were unbuttoning his jeans and, eager to help, Robin slipped his sweater over his head and kicked off his shoes. Soon he was as naked as Slade, clutching the large man's body, kissing and exploring. All of a sudden Slade got up from the bed, making Robin cry out for him.
"I'm just going to fetch something", the man grinned at him and went into the bathroom. Returning a few seconds later he was holding a bottle of oil. Kneeling in front of each other, they shared the oil between them and started to cover each others bodies in the musky-smelling, slick liquid. Robin couldn't help bending down to lick Slade's cock, tasting the glistening drops that had formed on the top, before coating it with the oil. It briefly occurred to him that the last time he did this he had been under the very strong influence of the plant, and he barely remembered it at all. He barely remembered anything that happened then. Not the particulars, anyway… He couldn't recall what had felt good, because everything had felt good. Every brush, every skin-to-skin touch. This time, he was going to enjoy the details.
While Robin focused on Slade the man bent forward over the boy and let a thin stream of oil run down between Robin's butt cheeks, making the boy startle. Slade followed the flow with his hands and slipped a finger into the boy, who groaned appreciatively. They continued playing, again and again pushing each other to the brink of release, only to pull back, both intent on enjoying this as long as possible. When they both had as much as they could bear, Slade pulled the boy up.
"Get on you hands and knees, Robin." he ordered, helping the boy into position. Robin complied, panting heavily.
"Be… be careful, all right?" he begged, a small trace of fear in his voice.
"Do you really want me to go easy on you?" Slade asked and started to push himself in.
Robin grunted a barely audible "No…" and pushed back, impaling himself. Slade did as the boy wished. He didn't go easy on him.
A while later, pressed to Slade's side. Robin tried to get his breath back. This must be a great cardio exercise… he thought, chuckling a bit. Then he realised that they had been doing this for quite a while now.
"What time is it?" he gasped.
"Around 7.30, I would think."
"Shit! I got to get home!" Robin cursed, and was about to jump over Slade to get to the door and his clothes. He was stopped abruptly, though, as Slade's hand whipped out and grabbed him around the throat.
"I don't think so."
Robin had ended up straddling Slade's stomach, clutching the hand that held him in a vicelike grip. He stared down on the man, terrified. Was this it? Had Slade decided to go back on his deal?
"You do not leave without my permission." Slade growled.
"May I – may I go?" Robin asked, fighting for air.
"No."
"W-why?"
"Because you still have a lesson to learn."
Robin whimpered, his neck was aching and his lungs burned.
"The lesson is respect. In this room, in these situations, I'm your Master. Is that clear?"
Robin failed to nod and could only mouth the words. Slade loosened his grip around the boy's neck.
"What was that?"
"Y—yes, Master."
"Good boy."
"May I go now, Master?"
"No"
Robin stared down on him in disbelief and Slade continued. "I'm not done with you yet." Grabbing Robin's hips he easily lifted the boy up in the air and positioned him, still straddling his body, a bit lower. As Robin suddenly felt a hard presence at his entrance, his eyes widened even more.
"How…?"
Slade smirked. "Let's just say that I recuperate really fast. You will learn to appreciate that in time…" With that, he simply let the boy drop.
Robin threw his head back with a scream, trying not to black out. Slade had never been this deep within him before. He felt so full that he was unable to move an inch.
"Ride." Slade commanded.
"What? How? I- I can't!"
Slade, feeling a bit impatient at the moment, grabbed the boy's hips again, lifting him almost completely off, before letting go once more. Robin cried out again, trying to move as Slade instructed so the man wouldn't do it again. Clawing at Slade's chest, fighting for leverage he once again felt himself being lifted.
"Nooo… " he moaned weakly, "I'm trying, Master… I… Aaahhh!" He was slammed up and down on Slade's shaft a few more times, before being able to move by himself. After that, to Slade's pleasure, he learned pretty quickly. Robin could feel every inch of Slade's member, every vein, every bulge. He started to enjoy it too. In this position Slade could get at Robin's nipples, pinching and twisting, and as one hand began stroking the boy's manhood Robin started to ride the man in earnest.
Robin came first, spilling his seed on Slade's chest. Slade filled Robin's ass, for the second time that morning, only moments later. Robin felt his head being grabbed and pulled down to Slade's upper body.
"Lick it up."
He did. Afterwards he collapsed against the man, still feeling his cock inside him. They stayed like that for a while and Robin was close to falling asleep when Slade's palm suddenly smacked his bottom. Hard. He jerked his head up, afraid that he had somehow made the man angry again, but Slade only smiled at him.
"Didn't you want to go home? You better get going while I'm still tired…"
Yelping, Robin got off the man and gathered up his clothes. He glanced in the direction of the shower, but Slade shook his head.
"Somehow I like the idea of you walking in to your friends, freshly fucked and sticky with my seed." the man grinned nastily.
Robin quickly pulled on his clothes and was about to leave, when he turned around. Slade might very well be the master in the bedroom, but that didn't mean Robin couldn't surprise him a little, right? He dashed forward and quickly kissed the man, who was still on the bed, before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Slade raised an eyebrow, looking at the closing door. The boy is truly astonishing…
As Robin slipped into the tower it was close to nine AM. Thankfully he found the kitchen empty, his note still on the table. Well. He had dragged his team-mates to a late meeting last night, after all… Throwing away the note he quietly headed to his room and he almost, almost made it.
As he passed Beast Boy's quarters the door slid open, revealing a very tired green changeling on his way to the bathroom.
"Hi, Rob…" he muttered groggily. Suddenly the kid's head snapped up, nose in the air. "Man, you stink of Slade!"
"Yeah… he called me away for an early sparring-session." Robin said, hoping that BB wouldn't get suspicious.
"God, he must have really pounded you."
Robin tried to disguise a snort of laughter.
"Did he ever… sorry, I really need to hit the shower."
"Yes, please!" BB grinned wrinkling his nose. "If you are going to smell like that for now on, I'm going to make you walk around with a wonderbaum around your neck."
Robin laughed again, picturing himself wearing one of the tree-shaped car-fresheners as a necklace.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Well… not the smell itself… but… you know… its Slade. If I shut my eyes I would think it was him standing there, right now, not you."
That statement made Robin shudder.
"Gonna hit that shower right now!" he promised and started to move towards his own door.
BB sniffed the air again,
"What's that other smell?"
"What?" damn-damn-damn-damn…
"Smells like… one of Star's oils…"
Oh-thank-god!
"It is an ointment… you know for sore muscles…?"
"Ah, okay."
Reaching his door, Robin turned back.
"Err.. BB? Do me a favor and don't tell anybody about the oil-thing, right? I don't want everyone to know that Slade kicks my ass, 'kay?
This brought out another grin on the kid's face.
"Sure, Robin!" he promised and headed down the hall.
Robin now positively fled into his room, locking the door tight. He threw off his clothes and headed for the much longed-for shower. He was thorough, as he really didn't want BB making any "smells-like-Slade" comments around the team. The others were not quite that naïve. Well. Not Cy and Raven anyway.
Wrapping a towel around him, he walked out of the shower intending to get dressed. The bed sure looked good though. He had been up half the night, and the morning's activities had drained him. He collapsed on the top of the covers and closed his eyes. Only for a few minutes… he told himself.
"Well, there's a sight for sore eyes…"
"Huh?"
It was about an hour later when Robin was woken by the voice coming from the monitors.
He had been sleeping on his stomach and lifted his head to glance behind him. Slade's face grinned at him from the screen across from his bed. He had no idea what the man meant, until he realized that the towel had slid down, giving Slade quite the view. Far too tired to be modest, Robin just grinned right back.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said, but sat up and got in a slightly less exposed position. He leaned back on the bed again, though, determined to show Slade that the man didn't make him nervous any more. Slade smirked and Robin suddenly noted something.
"You don't have your mask on! What is someone walks in!"
"Your door is locked."
Robin sat up, to Slade's delight, as that made the towel slip down a bit again.
"How did you know that!? If you hacked in to the tower's security-"
Slade rolled his eye. "Robin, I can see that the door is locked from here!"
"Oh." the boy said, feeling like a complete idiot. "Sorry".
"Just calling to tell you training starts in an hour."
"What? But Slade, I'm exhausted!"
"Good, that might mean that we'll actually get some training done this time, hm?"
Robin mumbled something, feeling himself blush slightly.
"One hour." Slade said, ending the call.
Swearing softly, Robin got out of bed to dress.
To be continued…
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A/N: So. I really need to know. Was it any good? You can be anonymous, I don't care… it might be embarrassing to review specifics (if your not totally shameless… which I hope you are…) but I just want to find out if I should give up slash and write children's stories or something instead… 'cause I will! Have a few more slash-scenes drafted down though, for later chapters… so there's more if you want to come back for seconds… or thirds… let me know, please!
