Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots From the Vault of Sladin
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BACK AGAINST THE WALL
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THIS ONE IS A LITTLE MORE UNORTHODOX; RENEGADE IS OUT AND RUNS INTO Starfire of the Outlaws. Regrets and sexual tension rises and Kori takes Dick to her bed where they couple and talk about how different their lives have become since Dick left. Kori falls asleep and Dick leaves, while Slade tracks him halfway to the haunt and demands to know if Starfire solved any of Robin's regrets, Dick gets annoyed and Slade pins him to the wall to prove a point and his touch overrides everything, Renegade knowing he can't leave. So, just a small here we go again one shot. Enjoy! Really gushy. Also, suicide Stockholm piece that is akin to basic M Renegade tt 2003 storyline.
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Starfire was the one person who could have done what no other heroine could have. To stone, with his feet planted in the air, one jump had been interrupted of the dedicated assassin Renegade's flight into nothing and the next roof top.
The two tumbled painfully into the concrete as the villain in Richard, in Renegade could never lash out. He instead put up his walls, before being forced against one with a violent shove. Her hands were so used to gripping at his jacket collar on a windy night such as this. Perfect for jumping ledges to get away from any pesky heroes that would thwart his master's plans.
When she saw his face at twenty, it was longer, hardened barely and scratched by a few cuts from their topple into the shale and rock of this rooftop fight. She kept her eyes as a Tamaranean power house, green and ready to turn her enemies to ash. Dick knew a weakness of this heroine going back to their days as…as crushes falling over one another, and that she wasn't the killing kind.
"Hi, Star –
"Do not "Hi, the Starfire" me!" She shoved him into the wall and rattled the enemy's skull with her words. "You did not have the desire to be helping anyone, not yourself…so, why are you trying to jump and fall??"
She was wrong. Dick's shallow eyes looked right past her as his lips moved, careless that he'd maybe thought of ending his career at twenty. Not a first, this job after all was pure suicide for Slade's first born, Grant. Jericho's backstory had been discovered after, after Rose had tried to kiss him..until she'd been sent on her merry way with a black eye.
Or was it blue?
Heroes at least got reprieve, while villains like him had…no chance of coming back up for air.
"You must answer the question! Why are you trying not to live anymore, you do not –
"I could have made it." Dick raised his eyes, though masked to her with a weak grin, her eyes no longer lit by the fear she saw etched in them. "I was Robin before, so…why…why can't I be now? Why not?"
He wasn't used to crying, and he knew those tears were the best he had to slow the heroine's progress. Play with her heart, like a fox and a hen in its jaws, the cat had this little –
( He gets to literally detached and take on other personal to cope so this one was his more dominating and sly side, the rest will be explained later.)
He sputtered, thinking the act had gone too far as Dick broke down, knowing the jig was up.
~ Come on…take over, take…~
He had tried to die tonight, and she'd seen through him. Mask and all as his tears littered her arm brace, his hands circling it as a hand came up to cup his cheek bone. He was, sorry. That was all she'd wanted to hear.
"IT…isn't fair…he's just…not going to stop until I can't do anything…until I can't even feel anymore…-
She reached up onto her toes, and something magical happened to her sad prince - in a one night stand he'd rather never forget.
She kissed him, deeply, as her hunger was not as prominent as his, his lips holding her down from how he'd been taught to seduce an enemy. A woman, or…
They pulled apart; her eyes awake with the fever of losing this dream in her hands. "Come with me, you shall be safe. I will not let him bring anymore harm to you, Robin."
So, she still loved that little creep." Dick's eyes fell. Robin had been dead since, since it was ok to take an open breath. "Robin isn't here anymore, Starfire." Dick swallowed and tried to keep his voice even, to sound like the person she had lost to a possessive mad man. "He's never coming back, because…I'm Renegade, now."
"And I am no Titan, any longer."
Dick looked into her eyes as she confessed something so…had that been because of him?
"Without you, Cyborg could not cope. We all had decided that there was a chance to survive in…in our own cities so our friends… left and I too, came to join another team in the city of the Batman."
"Who, Star?" Dick begged with his heart and eyes to know. "Who did you…" She shook her head, his body left out of such a hostage situation as she dropped him to land on his feet atop the roofs of Gotham city. "My new leader is very kind, he believes that there may be some good in us all. I believe for you as well, because …Renegade?"
"Call…call me, Dick. I'm not used to that title as much…"
She had a slight pause as her smile soon appeared, as a dozen blooming flowers right behind her skull as in their time as allies and not as sworn enemies. When mustard was the best drink that nobody had heard of. When the mall of shopping was the hottest place to be a kid and hang out, or stop the Hive from robbing a store in broad daylight.
"Dick…" She pondered, going over the word, the name as their trust might again not be to the Rekmas. "You are called, Dick…is that short, for –
"R- Richard…" He nervously rubbed his arm. "My mother called me Robin as a, pet name as a kid. That's partly how it stuck." He explained to the alien princess.
"I still do wish to know, if you no longer cherish your identity, for it is not…remaining a secret?"
Dick didn't have to explain why he'd broken code, just that he wasn't a hero anymore and this was an obvious bashing of his prior faith in being alone against the rocks. "You deserve to know it, since this could be our last…if Slade catches me –
"Then, for tonight." Starfire reached out to clutch his hand in hers, putting an effort to make sure her strength won out. "Will you stay? My complex is not very far, you are… not happy to see me?" She cocked her head as he hid a bright blush, shaking his head whilst her arm did most of the work.
"Let go now, and now trust in my vow to never see you come to any harm…I will keep you save, if only for tonight.
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They were adults, wrestling with budding hormones and ways to cope with their pain more than ever.
He kept the lights off as they kissed up to the door, ravaging one another being since long overdue. He was taller, yet she would always dwarf him in some way. Her hair, soft to the touch, his face staying transfixed on those eyes of a brilliant emerald set. Twin surveyors as she tugged his collar, he at her mane to keep them even closer.
Backed into her step-in kitchen, she felt his face all over, her kisses growing star bolt hot, his hands reached to find her shoulders and he dared not go lower. He was taught by his new master the patience Robin could never hope to acquire.
And sex… was his weapon. Dick was good at this. He'd been trained by a strategist as he gauged out her apartment with one eye opened. Pictures. Of a familiar few face. All of them, now a blur as they made it to the shower and in it.
Away, went his tech.
Gone.
Her gauntlet set.
Gone.
Their belts and boots and bodies interwoven in a passionate cascade as water ran down their backs with a shot of the shivering spray. Warmth coveted his heart, their heat never fading, just as Starfire had promised.
"K…kori…"
His defense, his tools were increasingly there. He remembered her Tamaranean name from day one and she just melted into him as molten magma to cooling metal.
"Oh, Dick!"
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To the woman's set sheets, they'd lain next, towels disregarded as she threw him under her, but he wasn't a kid. He'd learned to tackle big enough fighters onto their asses.
She was spun as he let her know it, that his cock was calling itself out, and she could only beat him into submission at this point as he placed kisses by her lips, her throat, and her breasts as he was allowed to squeeze the life and moans from her bed spread.
"An…. you…you are no longer…Robin…for, the sure…"
"A compliment. I thought you wanted him back..." He dipped into her and flicked a perfect mound before running his hands over them. Beautiful, she was…never aging. Maybe the serum…
No, Dick warned himself.
She was an Outlaw and she had a reason, they all did. They all did. Even those he thought still cared. Slade had told him about this band of ne're do wells, hired by the Bat and positioned as an odd job's unit under an old family dead beat.
The hoodlum who'd tried to woo Kori, no doubt by how roughly she played with them both.
She was going down, then he'd see who would pity a blooming Renegade.
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Her climax was the end of it all, as they stayed beside one another, panting until one fell asleep, the other?
Was a night bird, forever and always as he left her room to stake out the picture on her hallway table.
Jason.
She looked, not a whole lot of "different," as he scooped up his gear and his extra parts from the bathroom stall. There was an apple on the kitchen table in a fruit bowl as Dick swiped that up too. No notes, just…he had his answer. She'd slept with his rivals because like Renegade, Kori was no longer a Virgin of such virtue. He frowned, the door shutting behind him as he turned up his black trench collar, asking Slade before if a hood would have been a better option.
Sighing down the steps, he made it to the vestibule and walked on through. What he had gathered was that she was in this place for a short time. It was only recently that the furniture had been moved and by how little she owned. But there was an award on her shelf. Model, of NYC's Glamour, huh? And, 2008.
Dick whistled at the turn out. Here he was acting like a gentleman and a spy, while she lived it big in his city – (Gotham is roughly based on NyC. I still think Chicago.)
Yet, no more Titans. So, it wasn't a lie. Slade, his master had never told the kid a lie, not unintentionally anyway.
He made it to the next path into an unfamiliar dark alley, when one moving shadow had him stop.
"I saw your daredevil attempts, Renegade." The specter chided the young assassin with a step forth. "Such sloppy acting, I thought I'd taught you better than that..."
"Sir –
Before he could explain himself to the looming threat at his backside, his spine hit heavy brick, crying out as the gloved hand over his lips halted all of that nonsense. "You left on your own accord though, and quite a show…did the alien suspect you were toying with her emotions, Dick."
The man behind the mask's eyes sagged as his face sharpened, his vision becoming steeped in a fog he'd never transverse long enough to escape the hunter within it.
Dick was here, not Renegade. He was somewhere between here and anywhere else. ( Personality disorder!)
"No, M... master…" He swallowed, his feet barely touching the ground. Slade somehow had keen enough senses to know who was lying to him, as he sniffed the boy over slightly, the kid flinching yet not speaking out of turn as he'd been taught.
Dick watched his master change back into that possessive prick he'd been born to serve.
Forced to, as Slade partly let his mask up and swapped the kid's front fir the back end to have him face - flush against that brick wall. It was his way if saying "no one else can have you."
Dick had sought the man's attention before, yet nothing more than a quiet massage or a pat on the head before his terrors really began to take hold. Slade soon had him training for the day he'd be just like the mercenary and crime lord. Seductive as ever, all due to his limber frame that at twenty now, Slade had shown Dick a side to himself that no one needed to know.
His belt was snapped loose, the man angry for other reasons. Mostly, because his Renegade reeked of that particular alien whore on the man's kill list.
"You think it wise to not shower off the shame, but I prefer to bury the feeling by the old-fashioned way, of taking you myself…Hands to the wall." Slade commanded his young soldier. "I'm going to fix this mess before long, and soon…" The man pulled down the ex - hero's combat pants as Richard hissed at the feeling of not being prepped before Slade took him. That cock; too hard to have after spying on his session with Kori.
Dick's forehead was forced into the brick, hardly realizing that he'd never lost the man's signal. His suit was a living tracer, so…stupid!
"Brace up, I'm not stopping until I'm through with your punishment." He spat the last word, at the last moment before diving forth.
Through…as in done. Used up, Dick bit his lip, the man's member spearing at his unclad hole as if there was nowhere else to put it. No foreplay, no forgiveness as he was just…taken.
The man's vision of this kinky "wall fucking" fantasy, could have been shorter, yet he still hadn't come. Then again, Slade had been Renegade's trainer and this lion cub had a world of hurt to look forward to by the time he called it quits at the haunt tonight.
Slade though, he could last up until Richard had lost almost all his breath, speared as he was to that wall.
"Almost got it, but pity you didn't finish your last…inside of her."
Dick's cheek was to the wall again, not at all cooling as he was simply plowed into it. As if it would crush under his bent fingertips, his strangled voice refused to poke its head out. Slade knew where she lived. How long? Was he going to –
"UNH!" Dick felt the damned thing jostle by his prostate, the demon at his behind letting a grin slip out from below his metallic face plate. "You're not ready to bleed for me, Renegade. As I've told you." He twisted the kid's body; it was his instrument. His apprentice's fated role to play as Slade hoisted up his protégé's ass and made himself cozy again inside of it.
Dick found finally that the wall was useless to keep him upright, as he didn't want to get fucked into the pavement. He clung to the man's shoulders out of habit, head on his massive shoulder blade as the merc lifted the ex hero up once more to fall down, balls deep this time onto his cock, deeper as he spread his toy's legs and pushed the kid into the wall; his arms bolted down against it and Slade's lips at his neck. The metal neck plate was removed in record time as the man marked him with more than a nip. He'd taken a bite that had Dick clench his legs round the man's torso. His moan interrupted by a free hand back to his lips.
As his prostate was pounded, his master straightened up to find the other man's cock. He hummed, seeing Dick's lip and the drool there above him. Collecting a bit as he brought the man in his grasp to climax, Dick got his prep that he had provided, yet his hole still burned as a raging fever.
Dick whined out as his own body betrayed him. She'd not…he'd gotten her to come…but he'd never…
~ I couldn't do that to Star. My kids would be her curse to bare. She's so…~
Dick was pushed up against the wall as Slade went faster into his apprentice's sloppy hole. The whining brat throwing back his head before slamming into it, pure white streaks coating them both. Slade never waited until Dick caught his breath before he pulled out slowly, seeing how the kid's hole twitched, as did his wet panting lips. "You took your punishment so well, but I think…" Dick blearily looked up as Slade took him into his arms, retrieving the man's belt as Dick felt too winded to reply.
"That I'm not done with you."
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The dark, shadowy haunt was alight with the sounds of moaning, constant fucking and screams being ripped from his body; the kind of tantrums children threw when they were being bad…yet Dick…
At the end of it all, he was left naked with colorful hickies and bruises about his skinny frame, dozing off in his master's arms. The new throne was still just as cold and unfeeling as the one in Jump where he'd lost that last bit of his innocence. A few months to a year later, Dick had gotten pushed in a far different way. A punishment that made it impossible for him to go back to his team as he was. So, he embraced his darkness and Slade left him alone. Then, he got used to the toying, taunting methods until they became a part of him.
Stockholm might have been the reason, or just the guilt. He never could tell.
Starfire? Starfire, who? With a lazy smile, Richard coyly clung to his master, his keeper's clothing still in near perfect order while Richard remained his vulnerable prize. Naked and beyond words.
An object he'd only discard if it truly betrayed his trust. Dying wasn't an option as the man pet the young adult's glistening scalp, a purr from his pet resounded as Dick let himself give in to the man's hands once more. Eyes shut; mask discarded…she'd only seen his eyes once before.
When he'd cried over the anniversary of the "Flying Graysons."
Yeah, they'd call him a traitor too.
Slade carded through his pet's hair as a gentle but firm set of fingers lifted up the young man's chin. Dick smiled dazedly up, as if this were his euphoria meant to catch him as he fell. Just like them, he'd try and never let go of that rope.
"I'm all you'll ever need, Renegade. Remember that." The man's husky whispered promise sounded like it was meant only for him, so lovely…and much, far more perfect than Starfire – what's– her – name.
"Yes, Master." Dick smiled and curled up into the man's arms as his fatigue soon returned, a warm afterglow upon both cheeks. (Innuendo for both.)
He stifled back a yawn, remaining his master's favorite nighttime pillow.
"I understand…"
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Dark, but yeah if Dick had stayed it would be death or…other things I don't suppose. If not Slade, then yikes. Hope it was ok!