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My Hurt	By : lilvior Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 6576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: My Hurt

Author: Lilvior

Summary: Robin is captured by Slade during a fight, when he returns to the Titans he isn’t quite the same. Can Raven get the truth out of him before it consumes him?

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/M, slash, NC, rape, H/C, Rob/Slade.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Titans, or any cartoon/comic characters for that matter.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I’ll add an extra warning here; this is the flashback scene, it will be a nasty, graphic rape scene. Please don’t read if it’s going to upset you. And please don’t flame me for it, I now I’m a sick and horrible person, but something inside me compels me to write this.

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Robin ducked under Slade’s punch and skidded across the stone floor on his knees. He hissed as his uniform tore under his knees leaving his vulnerable shins open to the rough ground. He bounced back up onto his feet and adopted his ready-stance. He saw Slade’s kick coming and was able to deftly deflect it with his fore-arm. He knew he couldn’t spend the whole fight defending, so he threw himself into an attack, squaring a round-house kick into Slade’s chest and dropping his elbow heavily on his opponents head. He landed on bent knees on the other side of the man and spun around to see the effect his moves had had. Slade turned around slowly and stood still. Robin knew his enemy was smiling, he couldn’t see it behind that mask, but he knew.

Slade had his hand around Robin’s throat before the boy had even seen him move. The gloved hand gripped tightly and lifted Robin off the ground. He thrashed his legs and clawed at Slade’s arm, trying to loosen his grip, and shook his head from side to side, choking for air.

“You won’t get away from me this time.” Slade stoically remarked, leaning closer to his young victim. Robin started seeing black circles before his eyes and his ear-drums felt like they were going to burst from the pressure. He only felt the freedom to breathe once the world had already gone black.

He landed on his knees, barely conscious, gasping for breath. When he finally felt the blood flowing back into his extremities, he raised his arm and rubbed his painful neck. He looked up and saw his arch-nemesis staring down at him.

“What do you want with me?” He rasped, cringing at the way it hurt to talk.

Slade crouched down so that he was face to face with the Boy Wonder and inhaled deeply as if smelling him.

“My dear Robin, I simply want you.”

Robin didn’t understand at first, did Slade want him as an apprentice again? He was still thinking when Slade hit him again. Robin felt his body go limp momentarily, and Slade took full advantage of that; he picked the youngster by the scruff of his neck and dragged him over to a large rock roughly the size of a dinner-table. Robin felt the edge of the rock digging into his stomach as he was bent over it. His face squashed against the surprisingly flat surface of the rock, he turned his head sideways so that only one cheek was in contact. He tried to push himself back up, but Slade’s grip was strong on the back of his neck and he was rendered immobile. He thought that maybe Slade intended killing him; and if that was his intention, then Robin was screwed, there was no way he could defend himself from such an awkward position. Suddenly there was a light, but painful nonetheless, scratching sensation between his shoulder-blades, the scratch continued down his back, cleaving the material of his costume. Robin’s breathing became more panicked as he felt the tearing of the fabric continuing below the base of his back. Cold air met his bare flesh and he winced as Slade ripped his clothing off completely. He tried to deny what was happening to him, but he was too smart for that. He stilled his movements and diverted all his energy to his brain. He couldn’t escape from this the way he was going; thrashing around wasn’t achieving anything, he needed to concoct a plan – and quickly. If Slade was planning what Robin thought he was planning, then he’d have to very briefly remove the hand on the back of Robin’s neck. He wouldn’t have enough room to slip out from under him, but he would have the freedom to roll over.

Just as he’d suspected, he felt the hold loosen and rolled over so that he was facing his attacker, he leant back against the rock and kicked out with both legs, knocking Slade backwards and off his feet. Robin snatched his ruined suit from the floor, and started running. He didn’t recall ever being this scared of Slade in the past, normally the villain simply wanted to have the Titans out of the way so that he could steal something or take over the world, either way he’d never acted like this. There was something incredibly deadly about his actions, and Robin had never felt that vulnerable before.

He had no idea where he was running, it was pitch black without even the slightest hint of light, and he just thanked his tuned senses for not letting him run into any walls. He heard no footsteps behind him; he considered this a good thing until he started to wonder why. Why wasn’t Slade chasing him?

The thought vanished in a wave of relief as he saw a glimmer of light up ahead, just around another corner.

Idiot.

He’d run in a circle. He’d run straight back into Slade’s waiting arms. And now he was exhausted.

His cheek slapped back against the very same rock, and this time the hand pinning him down didn’t relent. He felt Slade’s other hand gently stroke his buttocks, but there was no question of squirming away from him this time. He whimpered pathetically as Slade touched his index finger against Robin’s entrance.

“No…” He moaned, grimacing as the finger probed into him. Robin bit his lip and held his breath, he could feel the finger retreating and he knew what would come next, he just didn’t know how to prepare himself. “Don’t do this, please!” He yelled as a last resort, feeling anticipatory tears start to streak down his face.

Slade only laughed, forcing his way in with no mercy, then groaned loudly in harmony with Robin’s agonised scream. Slade was clearly relishing the tightness of Robin’s virgin hole. His thrusts were powerful and controlled. As he pulled out he allowed Robin space between his chest and the rock; valuable breathing space, then as he pounded back in he deliberately smashed Robin’s pelvis against the stone, and crushed the air out of him.

Robin felt that Slade really didn’t care either way if Robin were to live through this experience, or simply die. Right now, all the boy could do was clench his teeth and try not to waste his energy on screaming. He could feel the blood streaming in torrents down his legs; it drew a strange parallel with the tear streaming down his face.

One particularly strong thrust smacked his testicles against the rock in eye-widening torture and he couldn’t help screaming out a profanity.

Slade had unfortunately immense stamina. He seemed to be enjoying the very notion of fucking the fifteen year old superhero before him more than the actual friction of sex.

Robin’s legs were going numb and he was beginning to slide slowly down the face of the rock. Slade didn’t seem to mind; in fact he took it as an opportunity to rearrange Robin into another position whereby he could attain a deeper penetration.

Robin found himself resting on his elbows on the rough floor of the cave, his already grazed knees were being ground deeper into the ground by the force of Slade’s continuing thrusting.

It was an entire hour before Slade finally allowed himself to climax, by which time the fight had been well and truly ravaged from Robin’s body. He withdrew his sticky and bloody member, putting away and looking down at the boy on the floor.

“I do hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” He said, sounding completely normal, “We’ll have to do this again some time.” Then he simply left by the other exit.

Robin lay naked and bleeding for nearly half an hour before he sat up, hissing with pain, and gathered the remnants of his uniform. He put his legs in the leg holes and his arms in the sleeves, and held the whole thing onto his body by crossing his arms.

On his way back to the T-tower he found a discarded jacket, it smelt of vomit, but Robin put it on anyway, partially to cover the gaping hole at the back of his suit, and partially because he was colder than he’d ever felt in his life.
End of chapter.

A/N: Was that okay? I made Robin fifteen because it makes Slade even more evil. I’ll be telling the next chapter from Raven’s point of view. Update should be in about a week, but I really should be getting on with my microbiology coursework…
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