AN/: Okay, I know you guys want the slash you been begging for it. Well its coming I promise on my own heart and eyes. I also want to take a vote, at the end of this chapter Slade will have a decision to make and since the readers are the most important part of any story I want you guys to tell me what YOU want. Whichever one is selected the most wins. Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Slade laid on the ground a moment longer, was the boy done? Slade made a move to get up and the boy did nothing but moan. For as weak as Robin was the attack had been pretty strong. To bad the boy let all his energy escape into his attack. He may have been able to make it a good deal ahead of Slade, but it wouldn't have lasted long. Only the other day Slade had caught Robin eating the yellow fruit that was so abundant in this jungle.

The yellow fruit was something Slade himself harvested; he used the juices in it to make stunning bombs. If you got enough of the juice to evaporate into the air, and assuming of course you had added the other chemicals that the fruit did not have naturally it was perfect for stunning victims or opponents.

The juice itself has the capacity to take away a person's ability to walk for weeks depending on how much of the fruit you eat. There were special non-deadly toxins that when ingested causes a person's muscles to relax completely, and you cannot use them until all of the toxins in the juice work their way out of a persons system. Robin had eaten about four yesterday

Given enough time and a large enough amount the toxins could numb your muscles permanently but Slade was sure Robin had not eaten that many. Slade had been tracking him for some time and Robin had just entered the fruit grove when Slade found him. Either way Robin had about a week before he could fully walk again. That made things easier for Slade. He bent down and picked the boy up as a chuckle danced across his lips.

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Robin had been out a whole 24 hours; Slade figured it was time for a wake up call. He stood from his work desk and climbed the stairs out of the basement. Then he walked around and climbed the stairs to the third floor. He walked down the hall and heard a grunting sound, he froze outside his bedroom door and listened. The boy was dreaming and it sounded like a doozy. He couldn't thrash all that much since his legs were inoperative but his arms still worked a little and he could somewhat move his upper body. His mouth seemed to be doing most of the work however as another moan escaped him.

The child seemed to have as restless of a sleep as he himself did. The two were so alike; Slade couldn't wait to see how young Robin took things from a bent over point of view. The image made Slade shiver, as he heard another moan from Robin. He was pulled from his thoughts as his blood rushed to his groin. Normally Slade was in perfect control of his body, he never had problems controlling himself but he had been waiting so long for the boy. The imagine of Robin's pale sweaty body under him, his tightness wrapped around Slade's length and how the boy would cry out. He had waited soooooo long.

He heard a gasp from the boy and regaining control Slade pushed the door open. Slade was surprised to see Robin sitting up, perhaps the boy would get better faster then he expected. Robin looked to him and with the grace of a fish out of water some how managed to flop out of the bed and onto the floor. A large thud and one loud "Ooph!" later Slade was walking slowly over to Robin who was face down. "Glad to see you are up and about."

"Slade! What have you done to me?"

Slade sighed, annoyed with how the boy always assumed everything was his fault, he bent down to pick Robin up and almost smiled at the look of confusion and utter humility that flooded the boys face.

Slade spoke hoping to relieve the boy's assumptions, "Listen carefully Robin because I wont say this again." Slade could tell that Robin wanted to say a smart as comment back something made him stop and he waited for Slade to continue, "While you were out in the jungle you contracted a virus from some of the fruit you ate. It has temporarily taken away your ability to move."

"What!" Robin cried, just like Slade had expected he would.

"You will be able to walk in about three to five days…until then you are confined to this bed." Slade stood from the bed and without another word started to leave.

"Slade you can't just leave me like this! How will I take care of myself! Slade you bast-"

"No need for language Robin, since I won the game…and you are now my trophy, it would be in my best interest to keep you shiny and polished. I will be taking care of you while you cannot move. And when you can move again, I shall show you why I truly brought you out into this green waste land."

With that Slade left leaving Robin to pout in his own confusion, and Slade realized he had a choice to make. Over the next few days as he helped Robin get his legs back he obviously needed to make the boy more comfortable around him, and that would not be easy at all. Slade actually doubted the possibility, but if he even managed a little trust then he could work on getting the rest of that trust later. The choice how ever was how soon before he took the boy, if he took Robin while he was under the mercy of the fruits toxins Robin would have no choice but be relaxed, less painful for Robin and much less of a struggle for Slade.

Or Slade could wait just a little longer.

The man had come down stairs and now sat down on the couch, he leaned back and put his feet up on the coffee table putting his thumb and fore-finger to his chin he stared up into nothing. If he waited Robin would be tighter which would hurt Robin but give Slade more pleasure, not to mention Slade always liked a little struggle, but there was no doubt in his mind that Robin would kick and scream all the way.

How to do it was the question because if he didn't choose the right decision then it could push Robin away, and Slade wanted the boy close, very close. Slade would sleep on it for now and just have to settle with imagining a little while longer. He would choose by sunset tomorrow. Until then he had work to do. He got up and went back down into the basement.

A/N: Alright! Your choice! With the fruit or with out! You know with the fruit it will be a little more tame, with out the fruit it could make me have to change this story to M. Let me know in your reviews!