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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
This chapter is pretty upsetting, so hold onto a pillow or your fave stuffed animal. Hell, if you have a cat, have him with ya. We FINALLY get to the main antagonist in the story and let me tell you, he is an evil bastards. And I mean REALLY evil. It makes Slade look like a harmless bunny rabbit. He has no remorse and is very greedy. There is one scene with a mother bear and her three cubs that is VERY disturbing and made me cry to write it. So here's a small note that will help prevent death threats or angry people at me
NOTE: I do NOT support animal abuse and cruelty. I am also pretty much anti-hunting and Taxidermy, though I know how useful both can be and don't care if others enjoy them. I love almost ALL animals and am sad that so many innocent ones get abused and killed every day
So there we have it. The bear scene near the end really made me sad to write it but it was necessary to have—this also shows how cruel my antagonist is. No death threats or angry words saying I'm a cruel and evil person because I am not. It is, after all, just fiction and I do not support that kind of shit in real life. I hope the ending doesn't make anyone sick to their stomachs :s Because it sure does to Robin's, poor kid ;w;
SladinForever

It was the middle of the night. Robin's ears perked up in his sleep. After a few seconds, they twitched, trying to catch the noise that they heard. His eyes shot open abruptly. His tail was wrapped around his waist and was tightening its hold. Robin raised his head off Slade's chest and his right ear turned backwards, hoping to hear another noise. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck started to rise, his eyes widening. His heart was beating twice as fast. Growling, Robin whipped around, only for a thick cord to slam down over his head. It tightened around his neck, almost making him choke.
"Got him, sir," a Russian man said.
Robin growled at the tall, thin man holding the pole of the snare currently around his neck. He had black hair and deep gray eyes. He looked like the quiet, dangerous type. Eyes narrowing, the man pulled the pole down, forcing Robin's arms to bend at the elbow. He dug his nails across the floor, ready to attack if he needed to.
"Excellent, Larson." A Caucasian male with short red hair and ice blue eyes stepped up beside the older man, a cruel smirk on his face. Robin could sense the darkness around him, making his tail bristle in rage. He growled loudly, his fangs growing out. The man chuckled. "I would save your strength, boy. I'm not going to fight or hurt you."
"Bullshit," Robin said angrily. "You sent that fighter-bot after me, didn't you? You expect me to believe your lies after that?"
The man snorted in amusement. "It was just a way to get my live feed here. I honestly thought you would dispatch it a lot sooner than you did, no injuries included. Oh well, you almost won unscathed. The same could apply now, minus the winning part. Come quietly and without resistance and I will ensure you are safe. Pets should only be disciplined if they do bad things anyway."
Robin growled. "I'm no one's pet."
The man chuckled darkly. "Yes you are: mine." He stepped towards Slade. Robin turned his gaze in his direction. When he crouched beside Slade, he turned and lunged. Larson yanked the pole back, pulling him back as well. Robin's eyes widened in fear when the man pulled out a hunter's knife from his belt, pressing the tip lightly to Slade's left breast. "If you don't come with me, pet, I will kill this man you are so fond of."
"I am not fond of-"
The man smirked, pressing the blade a little harder against Slade's skin. "Oh, I know you two fucked before we got here," he said cruelly. "Gave us quite a treat. If you don't want him to die, then I suggest you come with me."
Robin's face softened in indecisiveness. He glanced at Slade, hearing his voice in his head.
I will save you.
A semi-calm overcame Robin then and he relaxed, stepping back a few inches. "Please, just leave him alone," he said, defeated. "I'll come quietly."
The man stared at Robin for a few seconds before moving the blade away and standing up, placing it back in his belt. He smirked softly. "That's my good pet," he said, approaching him. "Let him up, Larson." Nodding, the Russian man loosened the cord, allowing Robin to slowly stand. He stared angrily at the floor, his nails digging painfully into his palms as he clenched his hands into fists at his side. "Let's go."
"Yes, sir."
Robin glanced at Slade, who was still unconscious. 'You better save me, dummy.'
Larson yanked on the pole to force Robin to move. He reluctantly turned around and followed the two men out. They went outside where a green military van with two doors on the back was waiting.
"By the way, my name is Drake. I would prefer sir from you. A slip up now and again is fine," he explained, opening the doors. He took the pole from Larson, who went around to the driver's side of the vehicle. He yanked Robin towards him. "And whether you like it or not, I will call you 'pet' if I choose to. You belong to me now. I won't sell you for anything. Understand, pet?"
Robin swallowed and then said, "I understand."
He clenched his eyes shut in annoyance when Drake patted him on the head. "Alright, then be a good pet and get in. It will be bumpy since we'll be driving through the wilderness most of the time to avoid suspicions from bystanders." Robin glanced back at Slade's hideout, wishing he could get away. Drake tugged hard on his left ear. "Your one night stand will be fine. Don't make me tell you again."
Robin looked back at the vehicle, just now noticing something big inside on the left side. Sighing, he placed one knee on the edge and started to crawl in. Drake loosened the wire around his neck and then pulled it off before closing the doors tight and locking them. Robin was now in total darkness. He tensed when he heard the vehicle start. It began to move forward, going over rocks and bumps on the forest floor. Sighing, Robin slowly crawled forward. The van jerked suddenly, making him crash his head into the wall. He growled at it before rolling over and sitting down on the cold, steel floor. Looking at the dark mass on his right, he adjusted his vision in order to see better. After glancing at it for a few seconds, Robin's eyes widened.
Lying unconscious on the bed of the van, with a metal collar around his slim neck, was his friend Beast Boy. He had numerous wounds on his body that hadn't been taken care of in one week or more. Robin didn't understand it. How could these men have captured Beast Boy with the other Titans around? Anger boiled inside of Robin. Why was everything becoming his fault? First he wasted Slade's time in creating a cure that mostly failed. Then the Titans started looking at him in a different light, especially during fights with bad guys. After that, while he and Beast Boy wrestled, Robin played too rough and hurt him terribly, giving the others no choice but to kick him out in fear he'd hurt one of them again. And now this? Why was this happening? How many more peoples' lives was he going to ruin? Unable to help it, as his anger boiled over the edge, Robin turned and rammed his body into the wall, yelling and cursing his lungs out.
"You fucking bastards! I'm going to fucking kill you!" His fangs grew out along with his claws. Robin attacked the van wall, putting deep claw marks into the thick steel. "You've gone too far you fucking coward!"
In the front seats, Drake glanced into the back. The wall shuddered violently. He glared at it. "Stop the van, Larson."
"Yes sir."
Larson slammed on the brake, making Robin crash into the wall and fall. He growled in anger. He heard a door open a few feet ahead, footsteps coming from the side, and then the sound of keys rustling. Robin rolled over and got his claws ready. There was a small click and the door was yanked open. Robin charged forward, swiping at Drake. He caught his wrist and then pulled him out.
"GAAH!" Robin's head hit a rock when he fell out of the van.
"I think you need to sit with me on this trip," Drake said nastily, dragging Robin towards the side after slamming the door and locking it. Robin struggled and growled. "You're being a bad pet." Drake opened the back seat door.
"I'll kill you if you keep fucking calling me that!" Robin screamed.
Drake entered the back seat sideways. Once seated, he yanked Robin up and inside, not caring that he hit his head in the process. He struggled wildly when he forced him on his lap. After slamming the door and locking both, Drake gave the keys back to Larson and told him to continue driving. The van started back up and was moving again. Robin elbowed Drake and thrashed around, trying to get away. Drake forced his arms against his sides, causing him to start kicking.
"You're pissing me off." Robin kicked his heel into the bone of his leg. Drake didn't appreciate it at all. "Don't make me hurt you."
"LIKE YOU FUCKING COULD!"
Larson felt like his ear drums would burst. "Sir, you should try zat one method."
Robin wasn't sure what kind of "method" Larson was talking about, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was get out, save Beast Boy, and return to Slade for help. He needed to set things right. Robin suddenly stopped, his body tense. Embarrassment crossed his face.
'Oh god, he's-'
"S-Stop…"
"It's a good thing I have you around, Larson," Drake said, ignoring Robin's plea. His right hand was currently in between his thighs, stroking him. Robin was clenching and unclenching his fingers against his legs. He was no longer thrashing and cursing. Drake chuckled in his ear. "That's a good pet. See what happens when you listen to me?"
Robin was panting. Drake lowered the front of his shorts and boxers, pulling the tip out and aiming it at the floor. His pace quickened.
"Ah, ah, ah, AAAH!"
Cum splattered the floor as Robin released his load. Tears formed in his eyes while he panted. This wasn't fair. Once he fell back in exhaustion against him, Drake released him and pulled his clothing back up. He then pet his head gently.
"That's a good pet," he said softly. "Now that I have you calmed down, I can tell you the consequences of being bad. Your friend is weak from pain. Do something I don't like, and I will kill him. Understand? Now, apologize for attacking me and being bad."
Tears streamed down Robin's face. He sobbed. "I-I'm sorry."
"Hey, no need to cry," Drake said, gently tugging his left ear. "I had to calm you down somehow. No need to be ashamed." Drake patted Robin's head before wrapping his arms around his stomach. Robin's tears soon stopped. He couldn't help but feel ashamed, knowing that his body betrayed him. Being called a pet when he was a human being always seemed to hurt for some reason too. "Larson, close the wall between the seats. The moonlight is bothering me."
"Yes, sir."
Without taking his eyes off the forest road, Larson pushed a button on the dashboard. A black wall slid between the gap of the seats, filling the back seat in darkness. Robin's ears fell forward and his tail slowly wrapped around him. He didn't like that he had to sit in this psycho's lap for god knows how long. Especially since he was sitting right on Drake's-
"We should reach the next town by morning. We'll need fuel when we get there."
Robin didn't reply. Grabbing his tail, he began to play with it, feeling even more depressed each passing second. Drake didn't say anything else. Robin's eyes widened slightly when he leaned back against the seat, forcing him back with him. His eyes narrowed into a glare. He kept silent though, hoping that if he was good, Drake would let him sit on the seat later. Only one thing was going through his mind. Robin was missing Slade so much already.

Robin sighed. He hadn't had any sleep for the rest of the night. Drake, on the other hand, was sleeping like a baby. Robin would always try getting out of his lap, but he would just tighten his hold in his sleep for a while and relax again. Robin's butt was becoming numb. And, he had to go. Like, right this second. Robin squirmed and tried getting Drake's arm off his bladder. This roused him from his sleep. He blinked rapidly and then sat up a little straighter.
"Erg, what's wrong, pet?" Drake asked, stretching and yawning.
Robin growled lightly at the pet part. "I have to pee."
Drake ran his hand over his face a few times. "Is it morning yet?"
Robin had an annoyed look on his face. "How should I know?"
"It must be if you're this cranky." Reaching over Robin, Drake tapped the wall. It slid open, revealing dim sunlight. "Larson, how many more miles 'til the next town?"
"I already took ze liberty of getting on the main road and ze Exit is coming right up, sir."
"Alright, then take it. My pet has to use the bathroom and we need to make a pit stop. We must be running low on gas now."
"Yes sir."
Robin rubbed his eye. Drake set him aside, finally, and stretched better. "I wish I could fit a hot tub in this piece of junk." Robin stared at his hands in his lap, somewhat weirded out by Drake's mood. Did sleeping make him act like a carefree man when he got up or what? "I will be glad when we reach my private land." Larson pulled into a Chevron gas station. He parked into a spot closest to the bathroom, which was a single metal door on the side of the Quickie-Mart. He got out to fill the tank. Drake scooted over to the door and opened it. After getting out, he looked at Robin. "Well come on."
Swallowing, Robin moved across the seats. Drake stepped aside to let him out. After glancing around to make sure no one was looking, he grabbed Robin's arm and led him to the bathroom. The door stood ajar and was empty. Robin sighed quietly when they both stepped in, Drake shutting the door behind him. After telling him to hurry up, Robin walked over to the toilet and tried to go. Nothing happened. He looked at Drake out of the corner of his eye.
"I…I can't do it with you staring at me." Shrugging, Drake turned around, facing the corner. Robin tried again, but it still wasn't working. "Can you step outside?"
"No, just get it over with."
Robin scowled. "I can't pee with you in here."
Drake snorted but left anyway. He waited outside, standing on the right of the door. A minute later and it opened, Robin stepping out. Drake suddenly grabbed his arm, surprising him. He flinched when he used his free hand to slap him in the face.
"Don't talk back to me, boy. Apologize."
Robin rubbed his cheek. "I'm sorry," he said, not actually meaning it.
Drake gave a curt nod before pulling him towards the van, which was in a parking space. He forced Robin inside before talking to Larson in the driver seat.
"Keep the doors locked. I'm getting some food, water, and clothes for my pet. Don't want him freezing to death."
Robin held back a snort. It wasn't even that cold outside.
"Yes, sir." Drake slammed the door shut. Robin heard the locks click, making his ears fall. Larson glanced at him from the rear view mirror. "You should be happy you know." Robin glanced up at him. "You are very special to Drake."
Robin glared at him. "I don't do special."
Larson snorted before looking away. Robin sighed heavily, feeling angry again. A few minutes later and Drake was knocking on the door. Larson unlocked them and he got in, slamming the door behind him. He had a few plastic grocery bags in his hands. After setting them aside, he rummaged through one and pulled out a red T-shirt. He tossed it to Robin.
"You should put that on."
Looking down at the shirt, Robin picked it up and pulled it on over his head. It was almost too big on him, but it was better than too tight or nothing at all. He suddenly yelped in surprise when Drake pulled him back on his lap.
"Please warn me next time," Robin said as politely as possible.
Ignoring him, Drake said, "Let's go Larson."
"Yes sir."
Larson started the van, put it in reverse, and pulled out of the parking space. After making sure no one was coming, he pulled out onto the street and headed towards the Exit. Drake rummaged through another bag beside him, looking at the food items he bought.
"Hungry?"
Robin was suddenly very surprised. Was Drake Bipolar? First he was a dick and now he was asking if he was hungry. Robin swallowed. There was two ways this could go. If he said yes, then Drake would say, 'well too bad; you've been bad and don't deserve it'. If he said no, then he would say, 'I insist that you do'. Robin didn't know what kind of person Drake was, except the evil part. Maybe he was Bipolar or maybe he wasn't. What should he say?
Taking a chance, Robin said, "Uh, no, I'm fine." He quickly added, "Sir."
"Are you sure, pet?" Drake asked, surprising Robin again. "You shouldn't go without breakfast every single day."
Robin swallowed again. "Um, yeah. I'm fine."
Drake patted his head. "All right then."
Robin closed his mouth, wondering what the deranged man would do or say next. He decided he didn't want to know.

Slade's left eye tightened before slowly opening. The feeling in his limbs were returning and his heart beat was returning to normal. He could finally breathe again too. Slowly sitting up, he looked around, feeling a bit dizzy. He couldn't remember anything that had happened before he fell unconscious. He vaguely remembered Robin lying on him-
"Robin?" He looked around again, not seeing him anywhere. Groaning quietly, he carefully stood up and checked the bathroom. The light was off. "Robin? If you're hiding, it's okay. You can come out." There was no response. Growling, he stalked out and searched his hideout from top to bottom, inside and out, calling Robin's name over and over again. There was still no reply. "Dammit…"
Slade returned to his room, entering the bathroom. He stood in front of his body mirror and noticed that the hours-old cum had hardened on his skin. His eyes narrowed slightly when something caught his eye. Stepping closer, he touched the very thin line underneath his left pectoral. His brain instantly came up with an explanation: the one who sent the fighter robot had seen them in bed, sent the tongue after Slade, arrived while he was unconscious, and kidnapped Robin. This angered Slade deeply. Turning, he left and went to his closet. Opening it, he stepped inside and touched a metal panel of the wall that was a foot long. A drawer slowly came out, revealing folded Kevlar suits. He pulled half of them out, touched the panel to close the drawer, and then opened another with the same method. This one was only three inches deep and held one item; Slade's mask. Taking it out, he stared at it with blank, narrowed eyes. Ever since Robin had seen his face and accepted it, he had silently promised him that he would never wear it again. For now, he would bend it and then fix it once Robin was back home again. A determined look crossed Slade's face as he started putting on the mask.
'Don't worry, Robin. I'm coming for you.'
Somewhere else, at a different time, the van was cruising down the highway. Drake had eaten a Slim Jim not too long ago. Robin was still in his lap, feeling bored. He was so bored, in fact, that his eyes drooped and his head jerked down a few times. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, mostly emotionally. His ears twitched and his tail bristled every few minutes.
"Tired?" Drake asked. Robin exhaled from his nose, his eyes almost closing. His head jerked again. "Yep, you are. I don't blame you. The drive is long and boring. You can take a nap if you want." Robin sighed quietly. His tail wrapped around him as he closed his eyes. Drake yawned. "I think I'll join you. Larson, close the window."
"Yes sir."
The wall slid into place, casting the back seat in darkness. Robin's eyes shot open in surprise when Drake fell over sideways onto the seat to stretch out. It was wide enough to let them both be on it, Robin halfway on his body. His arms wrapped securely around his waist. Robin growled low in his throat but stayed silent. Closing his eyes, he allowed his exhaustion to force him into sleep. It lasted for about an hour and a half. The bumpy ground they drove on woke him up with a small start. Drake was petting his head.
"We should be to the factory soon," he said when he realized he was awake.
Robin blinked. "Factory?" he asked, finally thinking of questions with possible answers that could tell him the reason why Drake thought he was so special.
"Yes, my business," Drake said, sitting them both up. He set Robin on the seat next to him. "I'll tell you more after we get there. Just be patient."
Robin scratched the left side of his neck with his claws when he got an itch. A few minutes later and the van suddenly came to a full stop. Larson slid the wall open.
"Sir, ve have a small problem."
Looking out the windshield, Drake saw a large bear sniffing the forest floor. He grinned. "It has been a while since I last hunted," he said, scooting over towards the door. Robin watched him out of the corner of his eye, his tail wrapping around him. "You placed it on the roof, right?"
"Yes sir."
Robin's tail tightened its grip. It usually did it when something bad was going to happen. Opening his door, Drake stood up on the seat while reaching for something underneath a tarp on the roof. Robin heard metal scraping against steel. His eyes widened when he saw a glimpse of a hunting rifle in Drake's hands. He aimed the muzzle directly at the bear, who seemed oblivious to what was going on a few feet away. Looking through the metal sight, he aimed at the bear's ribcage. Robin saw blood splattering in his mind.
"NO!"
Drake pulled the trigger, the gun shot going off. The bear suddenly roared and stepped sideways after the bullet pierced it. "One more should to it," he muttered.
Growling, Robin threw himself sideways at Drake right as he pulled the trigger again. The bullet, after they were both knocked out of the van, moved a few inches to the right, hitting the bear again. It fell after the second shot. Drake dropped the rifle and cursed, Robin landing right on him. Scrambling off him, he ran to the bear's side and crouched by its head. He looked at the wounds and saw the blood on the bear's side. It made a small roar of pain.
"Wh-Why are you w-with that evil man?" It was female. "I-If I die, my c-cubs w-won't survive."
Robin stopped breathing at hearing this. He was about to say something when Drake stepped up beside him and used his heel to kick him backwards. Robin sat up quickly and jumped when he fired a third bullet at the bear. She roared. Drake continued to shoot her.
"Stop it! She has cubs!"
Drake fired his final bullet. The bear was no longer moving. Tears formed in Robin's eyes when he sensed that she was about to die. Drake turned on him then, a glare on his face.
"Wolves and bears are enemies you know. Why would you care?" Robin was about to yell at him about kids seeing their parents dying in front of them when they heard softer roars a few feet away from the mother. Drake smirked when he saw baby bears coming towards their dead mother. "You were right. The question is, how?"
Robin growled at him as he sat up, crouching on his hands and feet. "All animals can talk! Humans are just too stubborn and close-minded to hear them!" he shouted, quoting the badger. "You're no different! And I care because my mother was murdered right in front of me!"
Drake looked at him as if he didn't give a damn. "Pity." Larson was standing by the driver door. Drake looked at him. "Larson, toss me another round of bullets. We'll kill two cubs and keep the other."
Nodding, Larson pulled out a case of bullets and tossed it to Drake, who began to reload his rifle. Jumping up, Robin tackled him to the ground. He held him down, growling in his face.
"I won't let you!"
Drake hit the underside of Robin's jaw with the butt of the rifle, making him crash backwards from the blow. "Larson, hold him back and make him watch while I kill these pathetic beasts."
Robin sat up and began to stand, growling, when Larson came up behind him. He grabbed him around the arms and pulled him back while he began to struggle.
"Please, leave them alone!" Drake aimed the muzzle at the cubs. "Please don't kill them! They're just-!"
Robin stopped in surprise when the gunshot went off. One of the three cubs fell with a weak roar. Drake shot a second one in the head, blood splattering the ground. Robin sensed that they died instantly. Drake then shot the legs of the third one, only hurting it enough to be unable to get away. It cried in pain and agony after it fell. Robin put up his struggling again, trying to get free from Larson's very strong grip. Once satisfied with his work, Drake pulled out his hunting knife, stepped up to the crying cub, and chopped one of the dead legs off, making Robin sick to his stomach as the thin bones cracked in half. Blood pooled out of the other end, making the cub cry louder from the immense pain. Tears formed in Robin's eyes as he heard the cub yelling for his mother to help. Drake placed his rifle strap over his head and began to skin the leg. Turning around, he cut small, bloody strips of meat off and approached them.
"Well, you should probably eat now since you didn't earlier," he said, stopping in front of a disgusted looking Robin. "Open up." Robin began to struggle again, trying to keep the meat away from him and his tightly closed mouth. "Open his mouth."
Robin began to kick Larson's shins with his heel, trying to make him let go, but it was useless. He grabbed a firm hold of his lower jaw and pried them open. Clenching his eyes shut, Robin gagged as Drake stuffed the meat down his throat. Larson closed it shut while Drake covered his mouth and held his nose. After a few seconds, Robin couldn't help but swallow. He whimpered before they repeated the process three more times. Drake then slapped his cheek before telling Larson to let him go. Robin fell to the ground, coughing. Crawling away a few inches, he forced his finger down his throat, making the meat come back up as he vomited. Tears streamed down his face. Anger, disgust, and anguish were all mixed inside of him. He sobbed and cried.
"Larson, grab the cub and throw it with the changeling," Drake said, ignoring Robin vomiting a second time. "We're heading out in a few."
"Yes, sir."
While Larson went to grab the bleeding and crying cub, Drake placed the rifle back on the roof and covered it with the tarp. Robin felt very queasy to his stomach, but nothing else would come up because there was nothing left. Stepping up behind him, Drake grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him to his feet.
"For part wolf, you sure are a big fat baby," he said nastily, forcing Robin towards the van. Reaching the open door, he threw him inside and then started to get in. He forced Robin against the other door before sitting down and slamming his door shut. Robin curled up in a tight ball on the seat, shaking, sobbing, and crying. The slamming of the back doors made him jump. Drake snorted. "Stop it already. You're an embarrassment."
"Sh-Shut up…!"
Larson got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle back up. "Ve'll be at headquarters in one hour sir."
"Thank you, Larson," Drake said.
Nodding, Larson closed the shutter window and then started to drive. Robin, meanwhile, was curled up tight, ignoring his queasy stomach. He had a dark death glare on his face, swearing to make this evil man pay.

To Be Continued…
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