I don't know... I have problems, but you already knew that, but anyways, this is a dark story that turns all nice and kinnda fluffy at the end... Enjoy
DISCLAIMER- no own
Warnings - sexual themes, torture of sorts
Starved bird
His body was, was frail the right word, no it was much worse, shaking constantly, always feeling the cold of the lower levels seeping to his bone, knowing his captor would soon be back, always coming down around the same time every day, the same question leaving him. Robin knew what the villain wanted, but simply refused to agree, him having far to much pride to sink to the level of a common whore, telling himself his friends would find him soon. The small form coughed in the darkness heavily, feeling another wave of nausea coming over him, knowing he would simply dry heave, there being nothing left to exit parted lips, knowing that afterwards he would most likely sink into the unconscious realm. Despite the knowledge he took comfort in knowing the man couldn't violate him if he where asleep, or try to as he still refused, even in his weakened state.
The door creaked to the side, a gust of cool wind hitting his already freezing form, making him shrink farther into him self, teeth chattering as heavy footsteps drew closer to his form, grabbing the back of his head to be eye level with the persistent nightmare, knowing that soon, that patience would draw to an end, forcing the bird to partake in the activities he refused to take part in now.
"Are you hungry today, Robin?" The teen shivered, licking his dry lips, not having eaten in far over a few days, nearing a week, the thought of food making his stomach growl, that alone causing a spike of pain to rack his body, the body that had been neglected of nutrients of any kind, having grown thin, all fat having eroded away.
"Are you hungry today, Robin?" The concrete tone repeated, a soft sob leaving the hero, or what was left of him, nodding his head, the pain in his gut being to much, his subconsciousness taking over, telling his brain he needed protein, no longer allowing the boy to make decisions, that part of him withering, cries leaving his fragile being as he was lowered to his knees, arms threatening to crash below him, the hand remaining to his raven locks, mouth quivering as something large touched lips, making him sob louder, tears streaming down his face, landing at his balled fists, looking up towards the violator with wet blue eyes, emotion filing them. He didn't want to do this, he just wanted to be allowed refuge back in the tower, with his friends, wanted to go home.
The large cock pushed harder at the unwilling entrance, having grow inpatient, knowing all the teen needed was push to get him going. Eventually the Titan's mind understood, opening his quivering lips slightly to allow the object entrance. Fingers pressed against his cheeks, a small noise of surprise leaving the defeated form, unknowingly edging the man forth, him shoving in the weak birds mouth, possibly going to fast, as the victim gagged, coughing from his throat being opened, pain filling his neck, causing the sobs to become more erratic, the man slowly moving out before shoving back in to hilt. Thoughts of the events occurring filled the hero's mind, stuttered heaves accompanying them The musky taste filled his senses, making him feel physically ill, not to mention the object being forced farther down, to where he was now deep throating the foreign shaft. The sobs seemed to only excited the intruder farther, making him go deeper with each thrust, soon hitting base, the boy gagging greatly, trying to pull away, realizing the nutrients weren't worth the cost, finding himself unable in his weaken state to run, completely at the others mercy.
After what felt like an eternity to the boy, the man came, filling his throat with a sticky white, which he quickly swallowed despite himself, feeling his body going limp in disbelief.
The large thing jerked out, confusion filling the teen as a loud thud filled the air, blood splattering his fallen form, making the tears grow, hearing heavy boots along the floor, stopping near the shot down villain, blood seeping from his head, though the boy refused to look because now, whether he liked it or not, he did have something to hurl.
"Are you alright, boy?" Robin looked up to see Slade in full attire, making him cry louder. He didn't want to be seen in this state. "Shh, shh, it's alright... Let's go home." The boy was lifted, the mask being disgarded, as, despite where his mouth had been, the mercenary kissed him deeply, soothing the hero with the familiarity.
"I-I-" He simply grabbed his saviors neck, voice scratchy when he spoke, crying loudly, ready to go home with the man.
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