Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin –

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Doppelganger Moi

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This falls under alt – universe and Dick as a Titan, not yet transitioning to Nightwing when a doppelganger of Slade apparently tricks him into trusting the man to come into his apartment. Slade from alt – uni does not like being told what to do, especially by an inferior version of his obsessions. What happens after? Find out! Supernatural horror piece for Halloween.

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Hating the academy was the first step towards staying put. Even if it was a drive away from Blud where he'd currently stayed from flying solo – Dick Grayson had aspirations to become a bigger…well, hero. He'd make the grade, have himself home b –

Dick got ridged and stood at the door, the room all but amiss as he walked into his small one bedroom to look and see if a cat had gotten lucky tonight.

A stray, but not a cat.

A bear was more like it, as it lumbered closer, the dark cast across its eye glared back from the other side of the apartment complex. Richard scrambled for a light by the door as the fog vanished, the real face blinking away spots as it leaned to its side and looked irritated.

"Slade??"

The Deathstroke he knew had a tendency for dropping by, and yet even this Deathstroke knew not to come over with the state he looked to be in. Disoriented, maybe something of a misfire as Dick moved slowly like a lion tamer to not have his wrists clipped off by the animal's untamed jaws.

"In the flesh, just for you."

"Why." Dick ran a hand over his face as Slade shifted his weight to the other foot. "I could, and you were running late now for a couple of hours. How long were your courses supposed to be?"

Dick blinked at the mercenary twice before making his way to his small kitchenette. "Here." Dick tossed the man a bottle of water.

"You know, you shouldn't freeze these –

"Can I not serve you at all then?"

"Not that I mind." Slade unscrewed the cap and shrugged; mask pulled up so he could drink while Dick thought he's seen a gap of a face in the dark before…

"So, if you're here to talk and not kill me on a hit, what's the reason you broke into my apartment and know my class schedule." Dick took a swig of his water, giving it a hard swallow. "By heart."

This Slade seemed to find the accusation right on point as he threw up his hands, palms out and head down. "You got me. This is Blud, kid. Don't tempt me when I know you can't win this city over in a few decades. You don't have what it takes, but, you might if you let me take a moment to explain."

Dick looked over the older male and knew that for a single reason, Slade would never be so coy on an issue, sneaky. Yes…but, it racked him by how this Slade lacked the dry wit he was expecting. God, could be a way to drag him to the dark side. When was that NEVER an option with the Terminator?

"Who are you and what have you done with Slade." Even if it was a comment not in need of clarification, the Slade here didn't see things that way at all. "If I had a dime for every time someone asked me that, well…I'd have my payday every other second I stand here, breathing."

Bounding after the disquieted bird, Dick leaped to the side where the drawer and knives were very close to his fingertips.

He knew Deathstroke could bleed, but whatever this faker wasn't, Dick was about to take a whack to the skull to be certain his aim hadn't slipped while off the clock.

Slade deflected the blade, the large spear – like butter knife the worst choice as Dick rummaged for a pan from the rack next. Slade's one warning eye glinted back as he shot for the younger man's wrist.

"Don't."

"I have to! You're an imposter, and Slade –

"Oh?" The other Slade gripped Dick's arm, his toss not immediate as the cop to be was thrown over across the counter top and into the coffee table. His hard work of putting it together had come undone. Bits of weakened wood and screws had Dick wince at his spine's misalignment upon that chuck into the furniture.

"I'm here to see you. What does it matter what you say, Grayson. Go ahead. Keep fighting me."

The man kicked the glass back as he dragged Dick to the adjacent sofa, the love seat beckoning as Dick panicked. He was dead, so very…..very dead unless?

Did this Slade say he was like the original?

Dick was thrown into the sofa cushions on his back. The man's mask up a bit more to reveal the face he'd assumed was never there. "I'm real, but so are you. What did you think? Was this all a trick of the eye, boy wonder?"

"no….You….your face –

"What didn't you see?" Slade leaned in, breathing over top his prey. Dick moved faster however, his instinct was to distract, to stay alive. College had taught him one thing at least. All of those parties and mixers.

That you had to take the plunge first or you'd get knocked down a peg.

Dick loped his arms around the merc's neck and pulled him into the other; their jaws aching as Slade's mouth gaped a bit, just long enough for Richard to move as he wanted to.

His tongue slid in, yet Slade fought for control, to dominate him as he tightened his hold on the hero's sides while Dick, he just knew how to detach. Slade let them go to give Dick a second or two to come up for air, his own lips were clearly ravished as the older male never gave it a second thought. Dick was back, his touches to the man's scalp as he ran a hand there by the back of the plate let it fall. The man was no identical twin, but Dick wondered why…he was so relaxed.

"You fell for it, kid."

Dick looked for the voice, not the one in his face but to the doorway.

"Sla…NMnn!"

The fake nipped at his lip as he pulled it back and let got slowly with a cat's grin. "You started it, little bird."

The other Slade chuckled, placing his mask down and enjoying the sight of Dick's lust overtaking him with a single duplication spell.

"Be a good hero, and finish us both off…won't you?"

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The hero's body went lax, a drug? Or was it magic?

He slurred as his hips were raised, the other overhead and his cock out while his own pants were being tugged away, belt and all. "Have you been busy with the books, or with another lover, little bird?"

The supposed second Slade with his cock leaking precum onto Dick's cheek from above, wondered. The other by his ass, was using a long –

Dick let out a gasp as the man's fingers dug into his puckered hole. "Ow! No! Stop it! What's going –

"I liked him better, quieter." The one above his head dragged the hero up to find his member directly inches to the the young man's lips. "Open wide, hero."

"No –

"MMN!"

There was a bit of protest, yet the two overpowered him without any desire to pace themselves. Maybe, yet the drag was slow to begin, while the hole fucking fingertips dug deeper, Dick letting out a yell as the vibrations to the cock in his mouth only suffocated him more. His face was stretched while his hole was stroked by the inner walls. Totally helpless and unable to understand why Slade was intent on assaulting him, he shut his eyes until the man moved him, the other over the couch until his ass was feet in midair from it. Both helped him stay aloft; one with his cock carving out his insides like wildfire, that Slade on his knees on the sofa, and the other with a cock down Dick's throat until mucus ran out of every pore to drown the hero. To turn his body into a gelatinous blob in need of a lot of therapy – was he dreaming? Did Slade really pull this off, or was –

"NM!!"

"We were hoping you'd enjoy letting off some steam, little bird." The cock in his ass bucked and made Dick's own cock bob in response, rather half – hard as the other Slade at his mouth moved until the man's balls were slapping back against Dick's tired chin. How long…. was it?

"Deeper, still. He can take it." The Slade in his mouth chuckled and gripped the hero's hair to wrench him closer to the man's swollen sack. Oh, god….no. No, no no!!!

Dick shook his head in protest, yet the other Slade down his throat only dipped the kid's chin to look at him upside down.

Dick twitched as a sensation of another nature turned him back to looking at his own cock, a hand stroking it roughly with a free arm handy. "He's definitely not denying how much he wants you."

"Agreed. Be more attentive to your needs, boy. Next time, we may have to use prep to keep you on us far longer…"

Dick froze and squirmed, the cocked suddenly forcing themselves in deep as they could go, while come slippery as all, flowing out his holes as the two grunted, while Dick cried out past the gag at his lips.

He coughed, the pain in his mouth made him want to gag! The man in his mouth pulled out, yet the other at his ass did to…was it over –

"Another direction?"

"Still not satisfied with what's mine?"

Were they….

"Wa…wait!"

Another meant a position. Slade at his lips twisted the kid into a mid-turn across the sofa as he soon ended up with his face at the couch cushion, where the cock master Slade was staring down from above. Dick was inches from that ugly member, slick with the man's seed as he felt not only that, but his "Slade; the blow job officianatto starting to line up his engorged penis with the kid's –

"Switch?'

"Ready for round two?"

Dick gasped as his hair was dragged over the other's cock, moving down instead of it being force-fed in the OTHER direction. While the other Slade stood from behind, his new toy's ass a prime target for a carving like some helpless Jack – O – Lanturn. Dick was dragged up the cock and unable to use his arms as the Slade from behind used those like reins on a horse, to get himself deeper inside the hero's ass. His clad back and lower body physique caged in their bird, while beat his wings, eyes shining with tears and nose dripping as the other Slade at his back ended up clamping down, getting ready for his…..

The other Slade with his cock currently being pleasured by the hero's lips slid back into the sofa, mostly on his back as Dick was plucked off to line up now with a se –

Dick screamed as the other Slade already in his ass made room with another admirer. The cock from the boy's lips went right underneath as Dick took both into his waking asshole, the stretch burning as hew moaned from the pain while both Slades' hands dragged him to ride them both at once. The friction made his ass go numb, his body trembling to come, until the Slade in front tweaked a nipple, tearing away the top and dragging the kid in for another kiss, while the possessive fucker in his actual ass dragged the hero away from those wet lips to bite him…bite, as in a hickey, right into the shoulder as Dick whimpered until the man dragged his tongue over the spot to sooth it. "You're perfect, we were right to stop by for a change…Ready to come, little bird?" The breath at his ear was full of lust as Dick whined and was dragged up over the men's two cocks stuffed fully up his ass.

"I think he's more than ready to feel satisfied as well will. Don't you?"

"You have no idea; he could do this for us until sun up…" The ass in his back end purred and nipped at Dick's exposed earlobe. "I'm going to get him harder; you do your best." The Slade from behind directed his double, the other not being one to drop what he was doing when the invitation was there and willing.

If only it were so, as Dick felt that set of – set OF, hands over his cock. One tugging his base, the other the tip as he moaned threw the drag of being toyed with. All three tensed up, the yell from Dick being the loudest as the two wolves and the caged bird sullied the cushions of Dick's last and only inexpensive love seat.

He remembered that he'd come and had fallen asleep with a cock in his at both ends. The urge to pee woke the hero as he rose with his shirt opened up and his pants dragged down but not…off…

Dick looked to see that he was dry, clean even. Did he have a wet dream –

Dick jumped off of the sofa, looking to see just one Slade no – not JUST one, but two! Two, sharing his sofa as a lover would one's bed. He panted looking at the clock. Jesus…he had to get to class. Dick trudged through the apartment as he forced his body and mind to calm down. He'd slept with a Slade and…a Slade…what else could he find out?

The groan from the real supposed Slade had Dick jump, a clean pan from the rack in hand as his arms moved over the man's head, until the eye housed by the host looked up. "Sorry, did we keep you from your course?"

"You…you did something."

"So, you figured, boy wonder." Slade's double rubbed his face and sat up, his own eye nearly a perfect match. "Any chance that you won't miss class on us?"

"I should tell them that the dog ate my homework." Dick snorted and zipped up his jacket. "If you need to stay, just clean up the mess you made, please." Dick sighed and let his hands fall onto the keys by the door. "Food is in the fridge and my number is where you can TEXT. So leave me alone until a full hour –

"I could always say you needed to stay home, got sick."

"He needs an education." The real one snorted. "We'll fix your mess, boy wonder, but next time…" The real Slade craned his neck so that Dick could see that eye gleaming from across the room at his wary face.

"Don't pretend we can't be in two places at once. So…Come home soon, my little bird."

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Dick found his way to class just fine, sending his regards to the Titans for inducting new members into the group while he was away. As soon as the time came to head back, Dick felt into his pocket, the cell there and hot from so long being a direct line to his own personal hell. "Guess, I'll give them a heads up to order take out…if that flies by or not." Dick sent his response as only moments after, the thing pinged in his hand.

~ I can cook. Don't bother ruining your cholesterol. Just, get home soon. My treat. ~

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Don't ask. It came to me and I went with it. Dick is sort of in the alt uni of pre – Nightwing times while still in college so you could say that. The questiion is though….how did Slade manage to find a copy of himself so well behaved? Hope you like! Halloween 2023 soon over by tomorrow, but who can tell?