Sladin Or Bust! – Explicit One Shots From the Vault of Sladin –
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Based on Melanie Martinez's song; Soap. Don't forget to lather, rinse and repeat!
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Bubbles
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He was far too old for whatever this…was.
Master. Master was what he was supposed to be called.
After a hit in Bosnia and then Morocco, Dick had blood and stains over the first set of stains as Slade's protégé in the killing art. Ever since Bruce had gone and left Dick to cry himself into a stupor, the teen's apprenticeship had become the ideal escape.
When Slade had said that his devotion was everything, Dick knew that he'd soon be unable to turn back, like when he'd turned his back on the Titans for someone…else.
"Aren't you finished setting everything up in there?"
The knock was so soon!
Dunking his head under the water of the large bath the boy tried to hold it, the suds sticking to his locks as Slade came sauntering over with only his white robe and a towel over his broadened and defined hips.
"What's tak –
Slade eyed the room over, stepping as Dick knew surfacing now too soon would receive him…. a punishment undeserving of wanting a little privacy after a messy kill. And, heck! He'd never heard of that being in the job description…
"You'd better not be trying to avoid your master, Renegade."
Slade said this in warning, circling the expensive modern model bathtub at this rather classic Italian suite they'd taken to finding on a whim, created the perfect place to make an even bigger mess of things.
"All of my money went into making sure that you came out spotless ."
Slade yanked his hair up as Richard gasped, the man kneeling down and leering as Dick used the bubble bath suds to cover his chest up. He eyed the man warily, not daring to speak out of turn.
Slade looked so fixated already, he didn't have his weapons and Richard was the same. He was…well, naked to put it plainly. Slade could be too if that towel was swapped and flicked aside.
"Did you need to soak away all the gore this evening, or should I help make sure that the blood didn't stain your perfect body…a body for killing, just as I've taught it."
"Which…is why I need a bit of time." Dick swallowed, Slade's masked grey giving his skin a prickly heat across it, a feeling of not only true fear.
"You want to push your luck tonight, Renegade?"
"No, M- master!" Dick shook his head, suds falling from his torso and flapping matted mane. "I…just need to relax, and…it was a tough job –
"Why not quit." Slade removed his fingers to let them trail down the boy's cheek, then to tilt his head up to search those blue depths a spell longer. "Don't drift off on me, pet." Slade purred back, mockingly as Dick turned a rosy, bright red.
"Why don't I help you with that."
"S- sir –
"Quiet."
Dick shifted in the water for the side of the tub, the steam making him ache with an anxious tension as Slade removed his mask, robe and towel and slid down into the shoulder deep bubbles.
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This, was strange. Slade was washing his back, and that could be no more to fuss over than dressing his wounds after a long contract overseas.
"You dawdle like tomorrow will get you shot." Chuckled the man as he turned the boy to lower his neck, the large sponge taking its time. They didn't relax this way often and Dick hoped his m…master would be done soon. He had reason to believe Slade was a dominator of all things holy and unholy. He was a virgin once, yet with Slade…
Being uncut was a risk, so he'd learned to take and forget.
A few drugs of the day he was taken, it was all a blur as Slade just scrubbed off the crusted scab residue to make the best of their evening together. Slade was being particularly cautious of a new mark on the boy's back.
From a staff to his spine, Slade didn't hold back when it came to staking his claim. Dick never doubted that all of the blood could never come off as he knelt and let the man rinse him down before Slade's hand moved to have at a sleek bottle by the side of the marble tub.
"Your hair needs a trim." He carded through a layer of it as Dick just huffed at the idea of getting a buzz cut. Slade was a merc, a trained soldier gone rogue and only called in by the big gun during a crisis.
God. Was he going to coddle or tut the boy all night long?
"The water's gotten cold." Dick murmured. This could be his chance to get some distance.
Slade hummed and went to press a few buttons on the side of the luxurious tub. Dick moved his head to see that more foamy batches were being produced by the slow ripples rising within their indoor pleasure pool.
"Better?"
Slade touched the boy's shoulders and asked.
Dick nodded, the cool feeling of a set of suds on the man's larger fingertips a trigger to still, as Slade got yet again to work primping and spoiling his protégé's head with a taste of pure bliss.
Scrubbing him like this had Dick crook a lazy smile, as he hummed and leaned back, not even noticing what Slade had used to seduce him into disarray THIS time.
"Last time it was liquor al chocolate." Slade smirked. "You're being especially compliant this evening, boy. Tell me…"
His hands moved to knead at the ex – hero's nape. "Did this ever happen with her? You two were never close at the pool. The beach…? Pity, such a shame she didn't move quick enough…"
Dick frowned, a hand going to the spot as Slade had hit him in the feels this time.
"She was a kid, we all were."
"Kids grow into teens, which is what you are. What you may remain as…"
Dick scrunched his brows.
What did that mean?
"Young at heart, really? Won't all this killing and lack of sleep give me wrinkles?" Dick snorted, Slade tugging his hair back to manage at the roots as Dick was pulled out of his jesting mood with a grunt.
"I could always give you a tip on how to avoid sagging, yet you're doing fine, I think. Not unless you'd decided to be like me –
Dick felt his stomach drop.
"Okay, this is over." He dunked his head and Slade's eye ghosted over the water, waiting to see if the brat could keep holding his breath like before.
"Whatever you do, don't drink it in. You're not like me, you could get sick."
Dick shook his head and popped up at the other side of the tub, the suds a great diversion as he grabbed a bottle of bubble bath and opened up the cap.
Slade's wading over, however had his heart pounding, head still layered in the foam of whatever aphrodisiac shampoo the man had tried to tease the teen with.
" Rich –
Dick dumped the contents in as the Jacuzzi waves, that only loaded the small pool with even more suds.
Slade was pushed back as he took note of the direction of the rise, the fall…
"I'll use the sink, thanks. Getting kinda prun –
The patter of wet feet had him turn to find the man standing front and center, arms crossed as Dick dropped the shower head cord and gulped. "I needed –
"IN." Slade pointed to the water. His unmasked eye an ire of determination to drag that boy into the mess of his own making.
"NO." Dick stomped and continued to rinse his head picking up the cord with a huff, until Slade grabbed the cord and yanked it until it broke.
He went to switch off the shower water, the trickle dripping to the floor as the suds had continued to pile along the sides of the large bath on the other side of the marble floor.
"Go. Away." Dick shot at the mad man. "I don't need your help."
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Dick yelped as he was led by force, the man picking the boy up bridle style – kicking and screaming as he was tossed hopelessly into the bubble bath mountain chain, that was still growing and popping within the same foamy, porcelain cage.
He sputtered out soap and hot, warm streams of Jacuzzi tempered bath water from his nose and mouth.
Cussing through this indignation, Dick glowered at the man through thick, soapy lashes.
Slade didn't chuckle this time, watching the brat bob along to catch his bearings before he too dipped in a leg.
Immediately, Dick swatted at the foam fortresses to get to the other edge, half blind and with the aroma of the suds throwing off his senses.
"Slade! Turn it off!"
"No."
Dick growled and lapped off over to the spout; the setting…where was –
"I like this temperature." Hissed the man by Richard's ear. "Perfect for working the grim off of your skin…"
Slade was behind him, an arm yanked back as Dick yelled and ended up flush into the man's unclad chest, heart flitting as the steam made him feel dizzier…
"You need this, it's just self-care. Why can't I assist with that, my apprentice?" The man's hot breath added to the pull of heat and steam in the tub…. was…. where was his hand….
" Relax. The temperature will adjust." Slade coaxed Dick to lie back as Slade leaned into the side, hand over the teen's miserable cock. Oh, it wasn't pruney at all…
"Ever had a full body massage, Renegade?"
Dick moaned and let his head loll to the side, eyes shutting as the popping of foam beads and the formation of a hotter pleasure had his legs bucking either way.
"No? Then we may have to set up an appointment before we leave this country…I hear it is sheer bliss for beginners."
The man teased a nipple, rolling his hands over the boy's chest as the kid arched up into the man's broader washboard chest. Not knowing what he was doing, where he was headed as his body swayed, lifted up as the pressure of water –
Dick's red eyes popped open and he struggled.
"Stop! Not…there!"
"You're already here." Slade punched the kid down over his cock, the entrance teased as the hero's limbs caught fire, ice stilling them for the burn as the foamy waves sloshed off of his quaking young thighs.
"And I want you like this, so let it happen."
Dick helplessly yelped out over the man's hips as he was speared with a new, wet, hot poker. He keened and felt restless as he tried to get the itch to quicken and die. Attempting to dislodge it, his head swam by the steam, the noise dying except of the bubble below them.
" Nn…" Dick's body tensed as the man went over with his thumb to the kid's slit, he was -
"I'm only touching the tip, boy." Slade snorted. "Such impatience."
Slade lifted the brat up, hand around his cock and his entire torso by one arm as his hips did the honor of getting the kid to bounce over his monstrous member.
"S – lade! Slow –
" ANG!"
"Such impatience, learn to relax…. your friends would prefer you in one piece."
Dick didn't know how much of a red he had turned, yet gritting his teeth only made the burn rub him rawer, to relax would be…
The ultimate betrayal of letting Slade rape him again.
If, if he just could…
Meditate, damn it! This was not a soul session…. It was abuse. But…
He had to try.
Richard let his head droop, as Slade purred praises into Dick's softened lobes.
" Good boy…. stop resisting. For them ."
He lifted the kid up and the pace increased, the aroma of wild flowers and honey on the tip of his now drooling tongue as the slight burn turned to a wild flame, at his crotch and ass…they felt… It felt…
Hot, sick…. but…it didn't… hurt?...
"Did you think self-care involved beating off to you moaning all this time, pet?" Slade chuckled at his purely confused protégé.
"You're still healing. Can't pull those stitches, you'll be in quite a bind by tomorrow as punishment for your back talk, though. And I promise to lower the intensity."
The boy whined as the man went deeper, balls socked down to the man's pubic hair as Dick's member was rubbed to climax. The suds were already leaving to gather less froth, the elder man content with his pet's drooling pants and a few dry heaves of pleasure…
Dick came with a cry. A feeble attempt to stop it by locking his knees was thwarted, as Slade made him feel dirtier than before. The man's cum leaked into the already filthy pool as the apprentice had less energy to protest being plucked off of the cock he'd been forced to please.
"You did well. It will take some getting used to, Renegade. Good boy…." Slade brought a set of fingers to tilt the boy's sweaty scalp to him.
"Now, how about that shower…"
"You…broke the –
"There is a spare." Slade told the kid, his pants getting lighter as he felt…ok…With the intent to screw his eyes shut and forget like…. before.
Dick swallowed and nodded, needing to get clean right away. His gelatinous limbs begging to move properly, not to feel so useless.
"Y- yes, m... master…." Dick croaked out, the burn still there as he reduced the urge to scratch it while the water was still warm.
Warm with Slade's seed and his release.
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