Late. Then again, can't write the future... (Well I can, but I'm lazy...) Anyways, the Thanksgiving story.

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Warnings - Sexual themes, DARK. (Really f'ed up til the end, then it's all really amusing. xD)

Disclaimer - I do not own, not so many repeated characters if I did. (i.e. superman, super boy, super girl)

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The Thanksgiving Story

His arms where strung above head, a scarf restraining the pull, laid to his back, face burning as his enemy caressed his sides, trying to kick him away, though all that did was get his legs pinned under an arm, pressing a bit harder than necessary on his clothed crotch, head swinging back in a short gasp of pain, the man deciding he looked nice in that situation, moving closer to the Titan, the bird at which he'd chosen as his prey, leaning forth, his mouth sitting just at the crook at his neck, hot breath leaving them both, lips bringing moisture as, Slade, sucked furiously at his spot of choosing, biting down harshly, earning himself several hisses from his partner. Large hands continued to explore the lithe form, sinking under the bright top, fingers teasing the hardened nubs at his chest, the victim wriggling in discomfort, humiliation controlling his everything as the other edged on, hands rubbing along his stomach before finding their way to the border of his tights, stopping suit.

His breath hitched, shaking as the mouth retreated, feeling the thumbs work there way around the elastic of waist band, rubbing along the underside, noting the sudden change of feeling in the air, looking down, the boy frozen, lower lip quivering as the fear of what was to come washed over him. He stared up, silently pleading for the man to leave him be, though the man would have none of that, slowly, but surly, folding down the edges of his spandex, pulling down at a terrifyingly slow pace, each second the bird trying to break the hold on his legs, wanting nothing more than to nail the man square in his nose.
He was revealed. His most intimate of places out for the villain to do with what he pleased, it was absolutely humiliating. He shuddered, the cool air hitting his exposed shaft, causing it to twitch slightly to the mercenary's amusement, feeling his legs try to snap shut.

No words were exchanged between them as the single piercing gaze ran along his slender form, stopping at a narrowed mask, smirking, his own unmasked features only infuriating his victim farther, who gritted his teeth, the other allowing his eye to lower, falling to the boy's lower half, pressing a hand to his freed cock, the young hero's breath hitched, tensing as the gloved hand remained, running it along the length of his hardened cock, no words exchanged as the man pulled back, tracing a trail to his backside, making him yelp as he moved to caress his firm end in both hands, soon changing his hold, thighs pushed towards the ceiling.
He wanted to yell out, demand the other let him go, but when he tried to speak, nothing but a small squeak arose, the other smirking, but not saying a word, fingers moving to the job at hand, teasing the boy's tense hole, finger rimming the sensitive hole. His hormones took over, an on slate of moans, accompanied by screams, struggling to escape, biting his lower lip, shunning himself for allowing his mouth to loose control, feeling his inner being crushed by humiliation, thrashing his body even more as the villain slowly sunk his pointer past his tight ring, making a cry of surprise echo off the steel walls, forced to hear it several times over as it bounced its way around the room, before it finally faded away, making him cringe farther. The larger male slowly sunk down, nearly to knuckle as he heard a frantic moan riding on back of a ragged breath, making him all the more excited to play with his new toy, wondering what surprises where to come.

He could hear the muffled moans from his victim, knowing he'd need to do better in order to get a real reaction from the hero sprawled out in front of him. He had so much dignity to be crushed.

An idea hit him, he'd been so stupid not to have seen it before, stopping his movement in his lower end, rubbing his inner thighs, seeing his head whip to the side, evading his gaze, grunting through gritted teeth. His raven locks were pulled back, a loud cry sounding, giving the man opportunity to latch on to the parted lips, kissing him deeply, crimson cheeks growing hotter as he was embraced, trying to shake him off, finding it to no avail, tongue forced in a fight for dominance, though all he was trying to do was push the other out. He wasn't released until the world began to spin, breathing heavily as the man rubbed his cheeks, staring into the domino mask, ripping it away without a word. Robin, didn't even seem to notice, trying to regain what he'd lost, panting wildly for what seemed like an eternity to him, but was only about thirty seconds in reality. Two fingers moved, soon probing the boys entry, making the hero scream as he felt himself being stretched, the added digit driving him mad, friction rubbing against his sensitive walls, making him moan through parsed lips, trying to hide the fact that his body was reacting to his enemy's touch. His legs raised of their own accord floating mid-air to allow the violator better access, fingers curving to press against his sweet spot, making him scream in pure bliss, completely unprepared for such a sensation, heaving as the villain continued his task, repeatedly thrusting his hand inward to stimulate the same spot, the Titan unable to restrain himself as wave after wave of lust consumed his everything, head leaned back in an erotic display of shame, knowing he would hate himself for it later.

The bird was hit with self loathing, a load of white leaving him, a high scream exiting already parted lips, heaving as his head lie limp on the table. He was exhausted, as if any movement where impossible, heart thumping in ears, momentarily forgetting his current position, that was until gloved hands wrapped around his ankles. He felt himself tearing up from the look the mercenary gave him, though he said nothing, simply looking down on the battered form, the bird able to tell exactly what he thought of his behavior just from that look. He swallowed heavily, choking back sobs, wanting nothing more than to cry his eyes out, knowing he couldn't allow himself that simple pleasure, at least not in front of his enemy. He hated this man, every moan that found the ability to slip past thin lips making him hate him farther, though hating himself even more, the thought that he was enjoying this torment was like a spike through the heart, hoping he'd just kill him soon. He was pulled back, screeching in shock, once again trying to run, trying to kick away from his captor, legs held tight, him knowing what was to come, screaming like a child, trying to turn his body to claw away, he couldn't take it, not that, he'd prefer death to that.

It was impossible he found, unable to twist from the hold, it staying firm, forcing him to endure the unnerving wait, waiting for the inevitable.

The first entry was by far the most intense pain he'd ever endured in his life, even with stretching he thought he would rip, and that was only with the head, pausing for but a moment, to enjoy the pained scream no doubt, before moving forward, the pleas rising in volume. He felt utterly helpless, being violated by the one he hated most, flower plucked in its prime, screaming his throat raw, feeling every nerve in his lower half, and then some, screaming bloody murder. Each second felt like hours, father time seeming to have chosen this moment to extend over an eternity, time barely seeming to move at all as the man went deeper into his protesting rear, and he'd barley made it halfway.

The thought finally hit him, he was inside him, his worst nemesis, the one who if he were a killer, would be highest on his hit list, was now inside him, crawling, ever so slow, into him, farther still, knowing he'd be ripped, feeling his virgin flesh stretch.

He felt the intruder brush along his wall, a loud ragged moan making itself known to the other, the boy unable to keep it in, though quickly biting his lower lip in refusal, feeling a tear run along his cheek. It felt so good, so good if fact, he nearly bit his lip off before allowing the waves of ecstasy to sound, hormones blocking out the flow of blood to his brain, instead redirecting it to another area, all common sense leaving him. He still edged on, the Titan's eyes rolling back screaming, when suddenly, he stopped, making the boy panic, cock already twitching in need, though the villain did nothing, still, sitting in his hole, him beginning to shake, lust controlling his everything. He didn't even seem to move, Robin, looking downward as the hands placed a ring around his shaft, making him whimper, wriggling his filled end in a small plead. The other smirked, watching in amusement for but a moment before slamming the remainder of his cock upthe boy's entry, watching his bird's mouth swing open in a silent scream, drool seeping from the edges of his mouth, eyes rolled back, the size of saucers, the motion stabbing him. He looked down on the paralyzed boy, though no wordswere exchanged, admiring his work, taking a moment to stare before beginning his pull from his hole, though the Titan wasn't that naïve, even with lack of blood to the brain, he knew it wasn't over, oh no, it wasn't near over. He felt an unsteady stream of weakness rolling down his face, puddling under him, his demon staring down with a sort of curiosity, waiting for the air to calm before he thrust into the Titan's hole, not giving the slightest warning as he ravaged the boy's sensitive hole, thrusting in and out without mercy, hearing the pleas for mercy from his prey, pressing him on. The bird screamed, thrashed, begged to be released, when it happened. The other slammed straight into his most sensitive spot, causing the most intense spike of pleasure to invade his senses, a cry of pure bliss jumping forth. Each entrance landing the same spot, the Titan screaming, though in bliss this time, which echoed off the walls, sounding like a chorus of moans, exciting the man farther.

The bird, in the heat of the moment, said the one thing he'd despise himself for most later, he screamed his name, the word said so often, foreign to his trembling lips. His eyes, half open, stared up at nothing, glazed in lust, tongue out past teeth, panting wildly as he was repeatedly entered, cock aching, begging to be allowed to cum, tip leaking, twitching, crying. The Titan whimpered, shaking his hips, needing release, trying to pull the ring from his cock, unable, the other noticing, using his own hand to slap it away, making him whimper farther, unable to ignore the primal urge, thrusting, best he could, into the dominating other, trying to further fill himself, hormones off the charts as the act went on. Each thrust hit hard, each in just the right spot to give him maximum pleasure, driving his positively mad, lust making his skin crawl, head leaned back, hands intertwined in hair as an ocean of need pumped through his veins, all previous pain replaced with pleasure, though cock still pulsing, releasing a pain that only added to his pleasure. He whined, bringing a hand to his mouth, sucking on his pointer in an erotic display of longing, skin glistening with sweat, panting wildly for more, the other happily obliging, slamming into his wall, each thrust causing him to pulse as well, seeming to grow in the boy's tight end, drawing it out as long as he felt was needed, unable to restrain it as the wriggling form beneath released a high screech, him jabbing in just the right place, a warmth filling the hero, making his cried for release grow, panting widely. He felt hot, a blush covering his features, suddenly feeling he was wearing too much, pulling at his shirts collar, an amused glint in his captor's eye shown, a knife catching under his tight top, pulling up, the boy arching his back as the blade cut clothe, soon having his chest visible, heaving for oxygen, thin waist wriggling slightly, arms pulled above his head, bright top discarded behind him, feeling his legs pushed against chest, leggings torn away, leaving him completely nude, flesh pink in a light blush, the other smirking, though saying nothing, admiring the victim, his prey, soon moving in to make his attack. He viciously slammed into the tight hole, hearing a moan echo off the walls, the Titan cringing in lust, toes curling as the man rode him for a second time, each motion better than the last, legs tensing, huffing wildly. Each second lead to farther screams from the boy, each more erratic than the last, screaming the man's name, begging, pleading for him to go deeper, faster, needing his cock to be released, though it remained restrained, unable to come, painful spikes running along it.

He was on his third round with the bird when he finally to decide he'd been tortured enough, moving a hand to his shaft as he pounded his plump end, quickening his pace, going deeper as the ring was pulled away, them cumming simultaneously, Robin, releasing a cry of ecstasy, which filled the room, white splattering his chest, while Slade simply grunted, filling his victim with his seed for the third time that night, looking down to see the boy recovering from the after glow, eyes slowly, but surely, reaching a state of realization, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, before diving over the edge, streams and rivers flowing down his face, not even feeling the will to look at the one who'd just violated him, the other saying nothing as he pulled out, a small whimper sounding from his prey.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Where did you even find that?!" Robin, threw his hands in the air, looking at the man in utter embarrassment.

" ." The mercenary replied, amusement clear in his
tone.

"Are there more of these?!"

"Tons, though not all this gruesome. I read a few before finding this one. Some are quite good. One by a writer... Aguna if I recalled... liked the ending..." The boy didn't even reply, pacing across the floor. "Are you forgetting something?"

"What?" He turned curiously.

"Our little wager."

"Oh shit…"

"What was it again?" He inquired.

"If you could make me blush, I would cook the turkey…" He growled.

"And…"

"After dinner we will do… Whatever you want." It wasn't that he particularly minded the activities the other would request, he just really wasn't looking forward to cooking that bird. Both being birds and all.

Done.

Anyways! if you were wondering what, Slade, was talking about in the end there, the story was Poor unfortunate soul by Aguna, and the bet was obviously, if Slade could get Robin to blush, I don't know why Robin agreed to this, but if he could get him to blush, then he cooked the turkey for Thanksgiving, and... success!

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