Okay, let's play a game. Guess what's happening to Robin. Let's see if you're able.

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Warnings - Sexual Themes

Disclaimer - Don't own any of these characters.

The Price

He'd defied him, watching the finger hover the lethal button, preparing to finish off his friends for good, kill them in front of him, and only he would know. He imagined their unmoving bodies, unblinking eyes staring into oblivion, void of life, as they pleaded their leader for help. He stared at the red end, feeling as though if he breathed he'd press down, heart beating wildly in his chest, ears ringing as the seconds leading to the act slowed to gut crippling speed.

"Actually…" His finger left the device, arm falling. "Come." He ordered, though moved to grab his wrist, pulling him behind ruffly, Robin having no time to react before his body was slammed into a wall, a grunt sounding, narrowed eyes aimed at the other as his wrist was pinned above head, warnings sounding in his head, making the boy feel need to flee, trying to duck, twist from the grip, though only feeling his other arm held with the first.

"No…" He heard a purr in the older males tone. "This is different than last time." His other hand gripped his cheeks feeling his head try to shake the touch, sides of his face pushed inward. "You're older this time." The hand released him slowly, unhooking the barrier keeping him hidden, throwing the slicked metal to the side, a clang sounding, along with a gulp on the Titan's part, having connected the dots, horror bond features, realization finding him.

"Let me go, Slade." He jerked, fingers gripping his chin, thumb caressing his bottom lip, a dangerous glare remaining.

"Shh…" He leaned his head back, pressing their lips together, hearing a muffled protest, slipping tongue past teeth.

"Let me g… mmhhh!" His head leaned back, an onslate of pleasure attacking him with such intensity he nearly passed out, head shooting back, tensing as his legs gave out, allowed to fall, knees hitting ground, trying to catch himself with his hands, though falling to his side, curling into himself as his shaft screamed for release.

"Good boy…" He chuckled menacingly.

"Wh-wh-wha- gah-nhh!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, boy." Another sinister laugh, man understanding the slur.

"M-m-make it sta-ahh!"

"So I have your consent?"

"Mmmhhh…!" He released a cry, which was likely an insult, but taken as a yes.

A shiver ran through him as the man kneeled at his side, rolling him to his back, seeing his stomach rapidly rise and fall, sweat running along his tinted flesh.

"I'll be gentle…" Slade whispered, biting his ear, hearing a screech, followed by a lost no, sparks erupting in his field of vision.

His lobe was abandoned, lips finding him again, body under him going absolutely mad, back arching, as he was dominated, feet digging into the floor, something poking him, making a chuckle release. "Good boy." A set of hands ran along his chest, fingers rubbing nubs through fabric, causing an onslaught of bliss to invade, mind far from gone.

Saliva clung to teeth as his head leaned back, tongue slightly sticking past teeth as his back twisted, half opened eyes staring, glazed in need, releasing cries of ecstasy as his body was violated by his greatest enemy. Despite, he wasn't able to escape, enclosed in the feeling, toes curled as hands rubbed his sides, then legs, slowly finding thighs, pulling them apart, even though he mainly parted them himself, other anxious as fingers danced across inner thighs, nearing the tent that had risen, though not touching it.

"Mmmhhh!" Words no longer existed in his world, thrusting slightly in the touch.

"Shh… patience, my little bird…" His knees were lifted, though his feet didn't leave to ground, sliding, Slade between his legs as he returned to the young male's chest, hands finding the edge of his top, sliding under, warm digits finding his hardened buds, boy practically screaming from the contact alone, rough pinch making him bite his lower lip, not sure how to handle himself at the time. Familiar teeth found his neck, biting and sucking sensitive skin, making him gulp, entire form going to a spasm as his hardened shaft was brushed against, seeing spots erupt in sight as he came, lips slightly agape as he did, feeling the other pull back, leaving him to collect himself on the cold remnants of his defiance.

End

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