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

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Too Hot To….

It's a summer addition shut run and I'm rolling with it. The beach, pool, a food poisoning incident on a vacation with Deathstroke? So…. let's dive in…ice, or no ice with your drink?

If this had been a WCS arc thing, then maybe but I doubt it got that far….if not?

In this, he is 22 and still of course Deathstroke's adult if not statutory apprentice. Dick however is changed and, on a hotel, stay in the heat of Jakarta on a hit, Dick slows down and lost his guard. Slade intervenes to make things more comfortable since they booked a shitty room to remain anonymous. Also, he has two personalities, normal and his more illustrious type. The seductress that Slade and he both have use for. At 22, Slade is responsible for all of those big changes so just watch!

If any cultural references seem off, please correct me! I have a friend in Jakarta who is a workaholic and has chronic health issues like me up doesn't mind a good dystopia online game. This, is just for summer fun. Hiya July and goodbye old June too soon!

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"Of all the places – sir?"

Dick Grayson. Aka, Renegade, apprentice and right hand to Deathstroke the bloody Terminator….was being treated to economy class in the sticks. It had to be the job. The missed opportunity- hom geung punished for mixing his flights up or something! Did he-

"We don't need an audience, and I heard the Titans are taking o their recruiting jobs very seriously." Slade told the adult anti hero.

"Ahuh…which left us with a tick infested getaway, right?" Dick raised a brow.

"If you see it that way." Slade sighed a dragged their luggage some Richard wouldn't quit digging his feet on the question. "I get B to pretty much fawn after me once I'm gone, replaces me and I lost all of my savings my parents left. Even Zitka and Peanut….." Dick groaned while trying to let go of the fact that his life was harder than ever. As for his oath, he WAS going to escape at age seventeen, but Bruce Wayne totally decided to tell Dickie that he was passe. Out to pasture, so? Slade wrung it out as step dad of the year. He held on and coddled the kid for days before…

Before cutting him off and thrusting him into thick jungles, concrete encampment and suicide messes that he had to figure out all on his own. When he came out of it at nineteen, the kid was more like Grant that Slade had pictured …

Robin was gone, buried. Now, Renegade was…

A bit of a brat. The side Dick would have loved to never get to know this soon. Untethered, he was a killer's right hand. As far as being civilian? A few years behind due to the trauma of death and threats on his friends. He still cared, somehow. But Slade and he had a thing going. In fact…

"We'll only being staying two nights, then I have us packing up for Jakarta in the city, so quit your griping. Hurry it up."

Slade didn't mind the heat.

Was that it? Dick shrugged himself if the idea and dragged their weapons that were well concealed in a case, and their lives ahead into the bamboo built motel at the end of the forest road. However, getting him all hot and bothered seemed like a better idea for the other, Renegade, he smirked with two heavy rifles concealed, over his arms.

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Dick wanted a shower. There was one more, but as minimalist in design as you could show for it. – so he took it. Afterwards, he found that Slade had left the room. Their more bamboo and plaster sized apartment. He grinned, towel in hand as the staff didn't to bother for a couple of hours. Dick looked at his phone. Reception at best was choppy and…

He eyed the weather forecast

Over what??

That night, he felt fucking hot flashes stroke his poor ego the wrong way. Slade was in the same damned bed and the boy wonder had not heard a groan out of him. Grunting, the arm that laid itself to his apprentices' form was not going to hate if he pushed it. Telling him to keep his ass out of trouble. Some trouble he was on this trip…

Dick snorted and pushed it off, Slade in a good enough spot to slap him around silly if…

Dick grinned and skipped off to the kitchen. There, downstairs there was a freezer. Freezer meant ice, and then that little imp had a very wicked idea to get his master to listen by this hour. He'd hate to raid it; but no, he saw an ice bucket and the sensation made his blood run ever hotter.

"Slade hates heat as much as cold – why not mix it up a little bit?"

/

Climbing over top the wall of muscle and some sweat from the trips end, the fan given by the staff still standing in the room did little a service to the two foreigners from the states. The other room had a ceiling fan, yet Slade didn't book it in time…Dick held onto a plastic cup of ice cubes. His want was to wake Slade up, stop being ignored. That's all. It would cool them both off in this heat have of a July. Besides, they didn't have this much downtime and Richard's little "self" had a bone to pick.

Dick wasted one cube as he popped the slick thing into his jaw like candy, it was amazing – so he crawled closer to the man's lips while the ice showed how generous and gentle he was willing to be during round one.

Normally, Slade could snap the kid out of his trance. That he'd come back up like a ton of bricks had given him a brise right in the skull, a hurting hangover. Slade was knocked out. Until his prince charming came to deliver the service he'd denied them both. Richard took the man, lips to his as he sucked the cube into his cheeks, the liquid thinned to a temp next to pleasant and strange. Slade scrunched up his lighter brows as Richard got cozy enough to pet the man's hair, Slade wasn't going to have it as soon as Dick decided to use his tongue –

That man!

The boy pulled away, yet Slade dragged him in, disposing of the spit laden lip and looked at the sheepishly anxious and cocky boy…

Shit. Not again…

"Go back to sleep."

"You cheated us of our vacation." The pouting eyes were a bit much, yet this boy wasn't the only actor here. "It's not a leisure trip. Deal with –

"It's so, hot…. Slade."

The boy's tone dropped to a sultry timbre as the man pulled away a little and sat up. "What did you use –

"Ice." The kid piped in. "Pretty kinky, right? You ever heard of that kind of game, sir?"

"I'm not familiar." It was a firm of sensory torture. Should the boy get aware of what Slade had witnessed before he'd even come into the man's world of killers and thieves. "Go back to bed. We'll be up soon –

"You owe me, sir." The kid's damn tone again. Slade seeped through his teeth, "Do as I say –

"Got my own motto. Live and let live until you owe somebody. And you, owe me a fine ass fuck for all the trouble you put us through in –

"Dick."

"ASS– Master?" Dick had taken out an ice cube and was attempting to subdue. Like a mammal in heat, he used it to roll over his lips, then lower. Slade snatched the cup, but the boy swung it out of view, throwing himself atop the rather red and unsteady assassin. "GET. OFF."

"Why? Cuddling isn't against the –

The boy yelped in a squeaky high pitch as Slade found a nipple with his fingers, and then the blasted cup.

Begrudgingly over the kid's whining, his strong arm fished out a cube and moved it to the kid's back at the base of his spine; much lower it eventually went, as the brat gripped on, heart pounding happily as if waiting for his mother to get home from work.

"Yes….in…in…me…. aaahh…"

The exposed space of the back of his boxers made sense as Dick squirmed and sounded totally delicious even, ridiculous. The man fished out yet another cube as the other melted against hot flesh. The horny apprentice with his other personality taking the reigns made sitting up a bummer.

"M…more…sir…" His lips pushed out, as if waiting on a kiss.

"You forgot to say please, brat." The man's other set of fingers twisted that exposed nub as the boy howled out. The ice made it to his navel and up to the second nub before Slade moved to a different space between the kid's legs.

"Lower them for me." Slade commanded in a dryer, husky tone to match his apprentice's reaction. The boy buttoned his lips and slipped off his boxers to reveal a much reddened ass from the ice and his cock that had so sought affection.

"Should I go first? You said I owe you –

"SIR. I won't make a single noise the rest of tonight…just…. make it feel, good…pretty please." The emotions thrust forth to them both as Slade's hand moved to cup and squeeze his protégé's balls teasingly. "Hand me another chunk of ice." He purred into his pet's ear. Dick nodded, clumsily grabbing a cube and handing it to the man before swiping one for himself. – only for that to be taken out of his hands.

"Lie down. On your back."

Dick wriggled into position, belly up and anticipation coating his brow. Slade moved a cube of ice slow and easily with his body over top, the ice finding the kid's lips first as he allowed Richard to quench a thirst not yet given reason to fill to the brim. "If you get dizzy, tell me. We'll try something else or go slower."

"I'm do or die." Dick sniffed indignantly. "Don't try to treat this like it's my first time. I'm soo sensitive."

"You're melting under me, it's the least I can offer to keep your mouth shut. A job is a job, no matter how much one of us wants another fan."

"See?" Grinned the kid as Slade moved the cube again. "You just-

" Shh…let me take care of you tonight." Slade reprimanded.

"Least I can offer for the good times we had coming to this country."

"In July. Next time, pick Norway. Anyplace is better than this, future Death Valley-

"Kid." Slade cocked his head, hair barely curating an ear. "Shut up and let me do my damn job." Teasing the next spot, his master's fingers came to the rosy nub Slade had abused earlier. He flicked at the second, it turning just as dark while the pained other one took the heat of the ice. The rest melting, and leaving slippery trails down to the kid's navel and hips. Bucking, how he still held lean and fit. Slade wanted him stealthy and lithe, not bulky until he was sure he could morph the progress properly. As an acrobat's child, Slade had promised not to change everything about the boy's outlook on life. Not everything. He was nearly, singing out perfection against the dampening sheets.

"Ready to get started, master dear?"

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The torturous process of getting Richard to calm down was the whole job. He was more so distracted, so classy as Slade could be for his war torn protégé that he had tested out in a trial before, he took this as a challenge and nothing more. That was what this side to him allowed. Sly, but impish and of court witty and smug to add that to the list. Giggling like a drunken brat in his bed, layered in sweat and water from the ice.

The last piece didn't just go by his belly, it went straight for his cock. Slade moved it while laying his tongue into the spot his eyes and hands had both teased and tested. Flushed and delirious by the heat, Dick wasn't showing signs of wanting the man to stop as he angler those shoulders with his own fingers to go in. To go lower and bring him back to reality.

Slade obliged of course and let the ice rub a spot where cock and balls basically met. He applied a bit of pressure before taking the last cube and finding Richard's ass again.

"M…." Horny and satisfied, one ice cube remained as Slade borrowed that one to lube himself up. Untucked and unleashed as the rest of the residents slept, the single fan didn't have time as Richard grabbed the man and tensed when he was finally entered.

His face twisted up before releasing, a shudder passed through from the cold ice along Slade's cock head and Richard's puckered ass.

"Daddy…take me before they find out?"

"With pleasure, princess." Teased the man as he started to thrust in slow, then speeding up while moans were beaten out of those sweaty lips of his prey. "My, my. You really wanted this, hmm?" Maybe I should have us an audience after you rudely raised – hell in the kitchen."

Dick bit his tongue as an image of a person linked out under a sink came back to him. "Or perhaps I should fuck you until you pass out from heatstroke? Would you like to suffer, this time? Boy?"

Dick was aroused, but he was hot. And heat vs Gotham or Cali, he was used to that. His body began to greatly pressure him to want out. Yet Slade held him down, didn't let it end. He went deeper than before, a scream coming out halfway from the kid's lungs as he looked upside see down, legs spread and eyes to the door.

"No….no….stop…I'm done –

"You wanted to get fucked…. going to leave your master, high and dry? Renegade?" Slade's rhythm was too fast, too hot. His head was already pounding. Cicadas? Were those bugs coming in? The heat…too fucking ho –

Dick was pushed to his limit as he let out a cry, the man pumping even hotter, thicker white cum into his hole as he kept those legs up. "Not done. Finish me."

"No! I'm done –

"You started it. You want my pity for that innocent finding what you are? Why you can't be trusted? That is why we can't have nice things, Richard….you keep breaking –

" AAHGH !!"

He came, the damned seed far too hot as it coated his chest, the bed and his brilliant master's hands. Damn. Blood rushed to his head as Slade moved to grab a pill bottle from his own belongings, pulling out rather quick as Dick shuddered to collapse like a used roll of paper.

"Master…. owwy…."

"Be quiet and take these. You need water. Stay put." Slade walked away only after he'd redressed and he even got the decency to do the right thing and ask at one am for the pitcher. Dick's entire face burned as the clink of ice in a glass vessel could be heard all the way through the door. He returned and attempted to pour it into the cup where the ice had been. No ice had survived as he dumped anything left out. "You think this is a pain? Using me to cause yourself to forget is pretty low. But I made you." Dick sat up and took the glass without protest. Slade moved a hand to the boy's back and held it towards his collarbone. "I taught you to lie and cheat, but never to surrender to it when that could compromise everything. When you wake, we'll talk –

"Wait!" Dick's furious blue became glassy and paler. "I'm going to sleep? You, you don't want to tell him. Please, let us forget it ever happened…the sex –

"Was how you let go. I know, but Richard has to come back out soon. You can't keep this up. I won't allow him to hide behind you. Whatever you wish you were, alive." Slade moved his hand to the boy's throat. "Time to rest. See you in the morning, my real apprentice."

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About an hour later, Slade awoke to a weeping bird in his bed. The kid was regressing backwards. Coming back to his fate.

"I…the body…he…he wasn't-

"Took care of it." Slade mumbled, not having told the kid that he had put the man in a well for the locals to pick up later we. Last thing they needed was to go to an Indonesian prison.

"M…master? Why am I still here?"

Slade fell into his pillow and for a second, was hard of hearing over what the boy was babbling on about now. "You wanted to last. You have a purpose too, don't you? The trauma, simply won't let you forget that. Go to bed. We have a big day….and I need you to stop crying. Waste of time…"

The man didn' notice that his face was not holding a pillow minutes llater, but Richard's matted hair as it brushed his goatee. Damn, kid was being a kid…had to stop.

Slade stifled a yawn at the boy nuzzle into closer, sharing that dirtied body heat for tomorrow. At least he was quiet, even cute without the other persona. Slade drifted off as the one fan, that summer night made him think. If he hadn't made Richard a trauma victim to teach him a lesson, would this look a bit different? To his worry though, tears did fall aa the boy cried in his sleep.

About who he'd shared the night with. Who had lost a life for them to keep things as they were.

It was true though. Slade didn't get a respite. It was fucking hot after all, but he couldn't stay away. Not right this second.

Not while Bruce Wayne had given up the search. Not while the Titans were still as distant as he had hoped. And not. Not because Dick had nowhere to go. His master would be there, as long as he stayed around a little bit longer.

Even back to the bowels of hell, where even Death Valley could never compare as the two assassins found a comfort in being miserable in this stifling atmosphere.

All to be sure that Richard's victim counts never rose too quickly above his master's. In a way, this was a two-day rest. They both needed it, as Richard nuzzled in closer. They both needed this.

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As they packed for their shot out into the distance, Slade checked his watch with the boy looking at the ground, then over at the entrance as they walked away casually.

"I think I –

The range was sharp. A ping, a ticking…Small.

Slade grabbed Richard and had him dive into the grassy, partly, unpaved part of the road. Dick's face was smashed below his master's arm in the dust, his hands positioned as a vision as they both braved for it. The explosion was not as severe but it was meant to take someone out.

Dick flicked open an eye as Slade lifted the boy up by the scruff of his shirt. They both didn't stop and worked into a sprint to where a bus stop was coming into the clear. "Don't speak. Just stay natural."

Dick did as he was told, not feeling responsive until they sat down and went on their trip to the next mode of transportation Slade had set up in his sleep.

"Oh….God.. I….I…d-

"Shush." Slade hushed with a stern glance. "No taking. Just rest, it's fine."

Dick sucked in a shaky breath as he forced back a nod. "Y – yes sir…."

/

Minutes into their rode, nearly to the next stop out in the sticks, the man heard a small chuckle beside him.

"What's so funny."

Dick smirked, while Slade thought he had to wake up to stop seeing those tempting eyes. "Told you. Too hot to stay there, right? You did that all for me though. So, I did return the favor. How about that." Snorted the alter. "Those didn't go off exactly on what I set um. Guess we had time…"

Slade's eye didn't get this first part of that sentence, but then it all made sense. Too much so as the smiling and seemingly innocent twenty-two-year-old acted too natural too soon. With puckered lips and a mischievous glance, hos voice grew soft and slow. Eyes batting as Slade's own wouldn't shut.

That…. little….

His whole body couldn't move.

"Do or die, it was just like I said. You never pay attention very long to us, sir." Smiled the evil twin at this point in time, one that had decided to do away with them both. But had missed, as if to taunt that he would.

" Right, master dear?"

/

So, Slade is spooked by the fact that the reason Dick got caught by the staff wasn't the ice. He set up bombs so they'd get out of an interrogation and the fun fact…he secretly set them up to go off sooner – so Slade didn't bother waking up later and this alter who is clever but has an ego, failed to kill them both or himself. Dick into self-inflicting to the point of trying to kill himself – yet the alter tends to avoid that and stops him, the fact Richard would have given them both a fighter's chance showed that his apprentice is borderline suicidal. Pretty gruesome. And Slade's cock is a way to escape pain mentally as well. I may put a flashback on how Dick started his pseudo relationship with Slade to originally forget and tick off the bat. If he's doing that now, he actually has no control over his alter taking over and killing while he sleeps on. Any thoughts?

Soo?? Sad enough? Slade went rural to make sure this psycho alter Dick has gets less publicity but even Dick knows what he does can't be cured yet and Slade wants him to carry this as a brand. That he's suffering for another's name, not his own freedom. Dock also had the alter without knowing that as much…it has Slade have sex with it to forget and fall back into the boy's subconscious. Slade however noticed it was afraid this time and ended up using a pressure point to knock the kid out. He woke up again, and remembered killing the man when he went to get the ice as the alter took over. What happened? Slade said that he dumped the body in the woods basically, so when they leave it is discovered later and no accidents happen. It skips a bit but hope this makes sense. Ice play is hard to do!

Next will be a fall back on more shut, this was a bit more sad- style Dick trying to sneakily punish himself with Slade's cock. Well, Slade is a bit too wise to be outsmarted by a fellow wise guy. Find out!