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Two Halves of One Whole	By : deathums Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 3827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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++Just So You Know: Some information in this probably doesn’t coincide with the television series (of which it is based off of ). If there are any inconsistencies, mind to share them with me?

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Two Halves of One Whole
SladexRobin

You look so defenseless now. Sitting there, that button that symbolizes death to my friends and my willing servitude, dangling from your hands unceremoniously. The red circle seems so trivial to you, as you absently flip the cover on and off. You probably thought it was great fun teasing me with it. Found some morbid thrill from watching me twitch whenever I heard it click strangely or louder than before. All that encompassing importance, all that power, and you wielded it like it was a cheap lollipop you could throw in the trash can and just as easily replace. I loathe you, so much. Right now, if I didn’t know better, I swear you did not know I was here. Lulled to a state of safety by my lack of resistance. Maybe I should attack you right now, while you sit in your black chair, watching the screens with what seems like absorbed interest. Maybe I have a chance at this very moment, and I am simply wasting this opportune mo by by doubting myself. It’s that damn red button that you are fondling. Why does it seem so easy for you to discard life? To force me into being your apprentice? Do you truthfully believe I’ll eventually enjoy it, Slade?
I clench my teeth while flexing my hands in and out of tight fists. I’m going to fucking kill you, you, the one who killed my partner and is now threatening the lives of my friends. If I can just save them, then I’ll gladly die by your hand. Why are you so sure that I am like you? Man, you have such a disturbing perverted interest in me. I step forward lightly, gauging any reaction you make. There is nothing. No change from the damned clicking of the detonator. Now or never, I suppose. I circle my arms around the chair where your neck would be, and bring them back quickly and fiercely to embrace the chair against me. I want to feel the crack of your vertebrae as they puncture your throat. Too bad all I feel is the crunch of leather.
“Really, Robin, you have really disappointed me. If you hated me enough, you wouldn’t have stalled so long to kill me.” That metallic voice, so close to my ear. I can feel the dull electric pulse of your mask drill itself into the back of my skull, “Robin, Robin, Robin...” a shake of the head, an almost too personal hand on my shoulder, “You gave yourself to me, yes?”
I clench my teeth harder, hearing the squeak of enamel loud in my ears. I hadn’t spoken to you since I gave myself up to you; I wasn’t going to start now.
“This silent treatment is unbecoming. I really am ashamed.”
Why the hell do you talk to me in such a condescending way? Like I was an irate child that couldn’t do their multiplication tables correctly. When will I ever be good enough for----?
My breath caught in my throat. There was no way that I just thought that. Your hand clenches my padded shoulder softly, and I can hear your soft breath from behind your mask leak out between the slits. This...this couldn’t be happening. It was not like he was the only one so damn interested in me. My whole room was practically a shrine to him.
“S-Slade...” The first thing I’ve said to him since my defeat, and it sounded so weak and cowardly that I grimaced a unn unnecessary fear.
“Hm?” You answer, your eye boring into my flesh, I could physically feel my skin tremble at the scrutiny. Suddenly, your other hand was at my waist and the next thing that my body did I swear was not my fault. I shivered. I could feel the pressure of your fingertips lay lightly on my jutting hipbone, your ring finger slipping a bit lower into my thigh...and my body shivered. Not from fear, which I could have mentally been able to understand and somehow accept, no... I shivered because I liked it. I was getting your attention. I was the object of your every sense. I knew you could see me react, could smell the sudden sweat and hear my sudden hitched breathing. I’d search for you high and low just to watch you look at me. The television was too informal, so cold and mechanical. Now I was here, flesh and blood, and your hand was pressing against me in a decidedly non-violent way.
I needed you to see me, and to stop throwing such accusations and criticism at me. I wanted you to understand me...because, deep down...I knew all along I was like you. I turned my head away, feeling the blood break out across my cheeks. My body again reacted without my consent when you leaned a bit closer to me... and I leaned back into you. I could feel my body melt into your frame perfectly. We being two halves of a whole, I suppose. I can feel your chest rise against my back, just as cold and methodical, while my own chest is rising erratically with my stammered breathing, “S--Slade...” Your name again slips past my lips, and I let a bit of the encompassing need spread through my words. Maybe you could hear it saturating my syllables, but wasn’t my body language just screaming it?
Your hand at my shoulder slides down my back, your fingertips trailing down my shoulder blade and the side of my rib cage. The stroke is slow and unnecessarily gentle. You enjoy making me squirm, watching me murmur unheard words, and moan my want to you. God, and I was fucking enjoying it. This torture was so pleasurable that I wanted nothing more then stay locked in this stance forever. The hand reached my other hipbone and lazily ted ted messaging into it, causing me to stretch up my bontoonto my very tiptoes, so I could cause at least some more friction between us.
“Dear, dear, Robin” you mutter from behind the mask, dangerously close to my ear, “You are a demanding one, aren’t you?”
I nodded offhandedly, one of your hands reaching a bit lower, softly sliding between my legs and resting there.
“That’s good, Robin, because I am demanding also,” Suddenly I’m turned towards you and I tremble softly against your chest, your hands cupping my bottom so that we are comfortably lodged together at the crotch, “It’s so nice to feel the blood beat inside you...”
Oh, wow, I don’t feel anything from you. I wonder if you can possibly be human. I open my mouth to say someg, bg, but your hands are distracting me from any logical thoughts I can muster. It was then that I felt something warm on my lips and it took me a few moments to understand what I tasted. It was you...but I couldn’t see your face. I don’t think I want to see your face. I moaned into your throat, feeling your tongue enter my mouth and whimpered a bit as you left the cavern feeling cold and empty, a few thin strands of saliva dropping their connection between our mouths to lay sickly on my chin. All the while, I began to rock into you, anything for more pleasure from you. I wanted...I don’t know what I wanted.

More?

I felt your mouth travel to my neck, and I stretched out so you could cover all of it, feeling soft licks and harsh love bites brand themselves into my skin. Your hand was unzipping my pants, and I shuddered at the implications that floated across my thoughts. As you traveled lower, a pink tongue trailing itself down the skin tight expanse of cloth on my chest, I uneasily fell back onto the back of the chair, using it as some form of stabilizing force as your large hands wrapped around my hips easily. Lower and lower, seeming to pay attention to everything accept the thing I wanted you most to.
I was in no way prepared when your tongue tip dug into the tiny slit, tiny drops of liquid overflowing onto your mouth and softly dropping on the floor, “Slade!” I managed to say, that seeming to be the only vocabulary I could muster. The throaty moan and sudden thrust into your face cued you, I believe, but it wasn’t like you were going to stop. The mouth slowly slid down to the very base, easily consuming me fully, and I couldn’t help but spread my legs. You pulled back so damn slowly that I felt as if I was going to burst into flames, then returned, covering my erection like a glove. Off and on, forward and back, over and over and over.
At some point I had dug my hands into your shoulders, leaning over you so far that I could feel your spine digging into my cheek. Your hands probed behind my erection, pressing lightly and tickling the virgin flesh between my thighs. It was all too much, and too slow for me to grab a coherent thought or any from of communication besides a few grunts and a stammered, erotic version of your name. The button was sitting right behind your kneeled form...and I was going to die with Slade, you, my nemesis, sucking my dick.

And I couldn’t have cared less.
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