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Far Back In Time	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 2814 -:- 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 two OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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The next morning, Slade woke a deep-sleeping Robin from his slumber. After stretching and yawning, he stood up and they walked away from the pond. Robin rubbed his eye, trying to wake up. He yawned.
"I know we've only traveled a little over twenty-four hours, but how much longer do you think?"
Robin yawned again.
"We've only traveled at least twenty miles. We need to walk much longer than yesterday if we want to make more progress."
"O-Okay," Robin said behind another yawn.
"If you can stay awake anyway," Slade muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, Robin."
The teen shrugged and then yawned yet again. An hour later and he was wide awake and fully energized. He was bored though. The silence didn't help. Robin suddenly had an idea. Pursing his lips, he started humming the ringtone that was programmed on the Titans' communicators. Slade tried to ignore it the best he could. Ten minutes later and it became too much. Robin was now whistling the tune, loud and clear. Luckily, he hadn't switched to singing, otherwise Slade would tape his mouth shut.
A few minutes later, with a smug grin, Robin asked, "Am I annoying you yet?"
Slade pressed on a big compartment of his belt. "Start singing and I'll tape your mouth shut."
Robin laughed a bit. "I wouldn't dare sing in public, honestly." A large boulder appeared in front of him. He jumped onto it. "Even if I could, which I can't, I would embarrass myself."
"Pity," Slade said.
Robin jumped down onto a long, thick fallen tree trunk, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He was glad to be taller than Slade for once. Reaching the end of the log a few seconds later, he dropped down. The ground suddenly gave way.
"WAAAH!"
Slade stopped in his tracks, his eye wide. Stepping up to a large pit, he looked over the edge and saw Robin in a crumpled heap at the bottom. Bones lay in the dirt. Robin groaned as he sat up.
"Are you alright?" Slade asked, not sounding at all concerned.
"Y-Yeah." Robin rubbed directly above his tail bone. Looking around, he saw dinosaur bones littered around him. He stood up and turned around in a three-sixty, examining the place. "Mass grave?"
"Our friend two thousands miles from the beach must have put them here," Slade said, jumping down into the hole. Reaching down, he picked up a skull and examined every inch of it. "This belonged to a stegosaurus."
"But why go through all the trouble burying dinosaur bones?" Robin asked, lifting a thick femur with his toes.
"Possibly a pet. If this person is the only human here, they would get lonely pretty quick."
That made logical sense. Robin dusted himself off before going to the pit wall. "Could you help me up?"
Stepping up beside him, Slade interlaced his fingers together and held his hands down. Robin placed his foot in them and pushed up with his other foot. Grabbing the edge, he pulled himself out. Slade followed after him, having an easier time than his companion. He hit his belt pouches with his hands to clean them. They dusted themselves off before continuing again.
"What if the person here is bad or dangerous?" Robin asked a while later. "We might not be able to escape them since we don't know this place at all."
Slade snorted. "Do you honestly believe someone can stop me?"
"Can you predict someone's abilities the first time you meet them?" Robin asked, annoyed.
"It doesn't matter," Slade said. "It all has to do with body language and the look in someone's eyes. I can observe someone for only a few seconds and know what they are capable of."
Robin was silent for a bit. A thought came to him. "Did you know what the Titans, Terra, and myself were capable of the moment you laid eyes on us?"
"To be perfectly honest, no," Slade said, pushing a branch out of his way. "I learned of your friends' powers after I saw them for myself. Normal people I can read easily."
"Would that include me?"
Slade looked thoughtfully at him. "Your reputation with Batman preceded me. Did I know you were the perfect apprentice right then? No. Not until after I saw your team perform in battle did I know. Besides, you're not exactly normal are you?"
Looking away, Robin realized Slade just told him something he never knew before. It wasn't fair really. Slade knew so much but he was still a complete mystery to him. Robin felt a pang of jealousy in his gut. He despised not knowing or figuring someone out.
"Actually, there is something I should inform you about," Robin suddenly said, remembering something that happened some time ago.
"And that would be?"
Robin collected his thoughts before explaining. "I sort of knew about you before Gizmo said your name." Slade looked at him, intrigued on hearing this. "Late one night, a week or two before the Titans formed, I was walking around Jump City and I came across a fortune teller in the market. Being of Gypsy heritage, I decided to see what my future would hold for me. If I remember correctly, she told me to be careful of a one-eyed man that would try converting me into something I vowed never to become. Even after you revealed yourself, I hadn't thought about it. I actually almost forgot."
Slade stared at Robin for a few seconds longer before looking ahead. Slade had, in fact, encountered almost the same thing. Back when he was simply Deathstroke, one of his jobs had been to save a twenty-one year old Russian that had been kidnapped by Germans from her home in Moscow. Her parents were Royalty, so she was kidnapped for ransom money. They had contacted Slade, asking him to kill the kidnappers and to save their princess. The ransom would be given to him if he did. Needing that kind of money, Slade was more than obligated to take the job. In just twenty minutes of infiltration, Slade killed the guards, twenty or so thugs, and the ring leader, saving the young woman. In gratitude, she promised to give him an insight of his future.
"Very soon, you will encounter a young boy who will change your life."
The girl never said when or how this would happen. For almost thirty years Slade thought the predication had been bullshit. When he heard 'soon' he always thought in a few days or two to three years, not thirty. Only when the Teen Titans started protecting the city, where he had been living, did he remember. After watching them when he became a villain for a few months, he came to realize she had been right all along. Slade was not about to tell Robin any of this. There was only one thing he wanted to know.
"This fortune teller, was she Russian?"
Robin glanced at him, surprised at the question. "Yeah, I think so." He paused. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
Only one word came to Slade's mind out of all this: fate. Had they been destined to meet? Had it been nothing but pure fate instead of a coincidence? Or, the better question yet, was it finished with them?

By three o'clock, Robin was thirsty. His throat was dried out and his tongue felt like sandpaper. The air was very muggy and made his nose feel dry. "How many waters do we have?"
They stopped for a short break. Slade pulled out two tubes of water. "You can drink one and use the other to cool your face and neck."
"Thanks."
Taking one from him, Robin pulled out the tiny cork and poured water into his mouth. It had a slight strange taste to it, but it seemed fine. He let the liquid settle in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Once it went down, his throat felt much better. He drank the rest in steady gulps, moistening his mouth and tongue. Slade took the first tube and handed over the other. Robin took the cork out and poured half of it on the top of his head. Water trickled down his face. Pouring the rest into his hand, he smeared it on the back of his neck, feeling cooler already. After handing the empty tube to Slade, Robin ran his hand down his face, wiping water off. He then shook his head, droplets flinging through the air from his hair.
"I definitely needed that."
"Then let's keep going."
For the rest of the day, the duo was silent, except the occasional stomach growl from Robin. By the time the sun had vanished, he took out his flashlight and flipped the switch. Slade shook his head but decided not to say anything. They kept walking until around two in the morning, where they stumbled upon a cave. Vines, moss, and ferns grew all over the outside of it. Slade checked to make sure nothing was living in it before they made camp. The space outside the cave was fairly clear, allowing the crescent moon to shine in. Slade made a fire at the mouth of the cave, sitting outside it. He would stay outside, leaving Robin the safety of the cave.
Sitting against the wall, Robin stretched and yawned, his elbows and arms popping, and his muscles loosening. The cave was a little warm, but it was nice all the same. Soon, the light from the flames illuminated the walls. Closing his eyes, Robin placed his hands on his stomach and tried to fall asleep. Slade watched him through the flames, the light flickering on his mask. Ten minutes passed before his eyes shot open. Slade blinked as his cheeks started to turn red. Standing up, Robin walked past the fire. Slade looked over his shoulder as he passed.
"I'll be right back."
Robin vanished from sight. Slade stared at the place he vanished from for a few seconds before standing up and turning around. He sat against the cave wall and waited. A few minutes passed before Slade looked back at the spot Robin left. It seemed strange that it was taking him this long just to pee. Getting curious, he got up and went to investigate. A minute later, he heard annoyed grumbling.
"Oh c-come on…" Slade recognized the voice as Robin's when he reached some bushes. It was just beyond them, as his voice grew louder. "You s-son of a-" Slade walked through a bush after pushing the limbs aside. A few feet away was a tree, in which the boy was currently sitting behind. He swore, unaware that Slade was closing in. "Why c-can't I-?"
Slade stopped two feet from him. "Robin, are you alright?"
Robin jumped in fright. He did something strange with his hands, like he was covering something up. "I-I'm fine. I'll be there in a minute. Just go back to the cave. No need to worry about me." Eye narrowing, Slade walked around the tree. Robin's heart sank to his stomach, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. "G-Go away!"
Slade turned to face him. He blinked when he saw what Robin had been doing. He caught a glimpse of his penis right as he stuffed it into his boxers. "Were you just-?" Robin buried his face in his hands, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. "Robin-?"
"I was jerking off, okay! You happy?"
Slade cleared his throat. "Well no. It was quite clear you never finished."
"That's because I can't!"
"…And why can't you?"
Slade watched Robin hit his thighs with the bottoms of his fists. He then growled. "That's none of your damn business," he said angrily.
The two became quiet. Slade cleared his throat. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Robin didn't think he had blushed this much, ever. He folded his arms over his chest. "Why do you care?"
"It just seems strange to me that you still are when boys your age have done it already. You live with two women and you're telling me you haven't-?"
"Don't say it!" Robin shouted at him. "Just leave me alone!"
Robin looked away, trying to ignore the constriction in his shorts. Slade sighed quietly.
"Have you ever masturbated before?"
Robin didn't reply. He was quiet for a long time. A few minutes later, his face relaxed and he sighed, unfolding his arms. "No," he said dejectedly.
"Is this the first time you've had the urge to do it?"
Robin sighed, placing his hands on the ground by his legs. "No."
Slade shook his head in bewilderment. "How you have survived your teenage years, I'll never know."
Robin's shoulders slumped. "I just fought it off with working out or taking down criminals. It always went away."
"Do your friends know you have trouble trying?"
Robin shook his head. "I kept it to myself. I didn't want them to think I was a freak or something."
Slade snorted before crouching before him. "All teenagers go through a hormonal phase. Some, like you, don't know how to deal with it alone. You need someone experienced to help teach you."
Robin seemed calm, but, after a few seconds, he blushed again. He pressed the balls of his hands against his eyes. "Oh God!"
Slade had a good feeling Robin just pictured something he didn't want to see. He decided not to say anything about it. "I can help you, if you want. Otherwise, you'll have to continue feeling this way."
Lowering his hands, Robin shook his head frantically. "I'll eventually figure it out. Please go back. I'll be there soon."
Slade's eye narrowed lightly. "I highly suggest you let me show you how. Believe me, I don't want to help a hero, but as we're both men, I understand your situation quite well. Now, let me show you how it's done and then you can go to bed. We have another long day in the morning."
Robin had to think about it. He was really uncomfortable down there and no amount of talking would make it go away. Swallowing his embarrassment, he reached in between his thighs and freed his need from his shorts. Slade stepped around to his side so that he could observe how it was done properly. Robin glared at him when he reached for his erection.
"If you breathe a word of this-"
Slade snorted. "Don't worry. I have my reputation to obtain." Robin flinched when he gripped his penis with his entire hand. "Now, firmly hold the base, but not too tight. You won't be able to move your hand otherwise. And yes Robin, I know how embarrassing this is, but relax." Robin's entire body was stiff. Swallowing, he relaxed and let out the breath he had been holding. "Now you should start out slow, but eventually you have to go faster," Slade further explained. "You need to produce friction so the blood boils and rises. And if you have to, touch your-"
"Okay, I get it! Don't say anymore." Nodding, Slade moved his hand a little faster. A few seconds later, Robin felt something within his gut. He couldn't describe the feeling. "Wh-What's that s-sensation?"
"The nerves are responding to the touch and blood surfacing," Slade said. "I can sum it up in one word-"
"Shut up." Slade snorted but decided not to say anything. A minute later, after his pumps quickened three times, Robin was having trouble breathing. "A-Are y-you d-do-Ah!" White streams of something sticky burst from the tip of Robin's penis, landing with a splat on the ground between his legs. "Wh-What was th-that?"
Letting go of Robin's limp shaft, Slade wiped the sweat off his hand on a tuft of grass. "That was semen." He stood up. "In other terms, it's called cum. Feeling better now?"
Robin nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He paused. "I'll catch up."
Nodding, Slade walked back the way he came, leaving Robin alone. Once he was sure he was gone, he put his penis away, pulled up his shorts and boxers, and replaced his belt to his waist. Standing up, Robin headed back for the cave.

The next morning, right as the sun was coming up, Robin and Slade were on their way. Neither spoke about what happened hours earlier. Robin was determined to forget any of it even happened. It was going to stay a one time thing. Never again would he let Slade touch him inappropriately. Around noon, he was so horribly hungry that it was almost painful on his stomach.
"I need to eat something," he whined, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
"I expected groaning from the changeling, not you," Slade said, reaching into his belt. He pulled out a tube. "Drink."
Taking it, Robin pulled out the cork and downed the water. Slade took it from him.
"Could we look for fruit or something?"
"If you want to risk getting deathly ill because it is poisonous to humans, then you can."
Robin sighed heavily. "Besides last night, you are never helpful." He suddenly stopped, his eyes wide. His face burned red. "Excuse me."
Stopping and turning, Slade watched as Robin went over to an evenly layered tree and began hitting his head against it. He stared at him in annoyance. "If you don't stop that, you will give yourself a headache. And I have nothing for it."
Robin rested his throbbing head on the trunk for a few more seconds before stepping back and walking. Shaking his head in amusement, Slade followed far behind.

For the next four days, Slade and Robin had walked almost five hundred miles, passing through a jungle and a rocky area that had a waterfall. The only animals they had seen were frogs, turtles, and a nest of baby pterodactyls. Robin wanted to check them out, but Slade told him the mother would return any minute to feed them. So they continued, Robin feeling slightly disappointed at their bad luck. On the fifth day, they reached a field of short, green weeds and trees with green leaves. They stopped for a break and to look for anything edible. Going to one of the many trees, Robin reached up and pulled off one of the leaves, which was slicked with morning dew. The leaf was shaped like a five-point star. He remembered what the dinosaurs in Beast Boy's movie had called them.
"Tree stars do exist," he said with a chuckle. "I'm definitely getting this for Beast Boy."
As Robin rolled up the leaf, Slade came up behind him. Robin placed it carefully in his pocket.
"Looks like you're in luck."
Robin turned, Slade handing him something. In his hand was an oval-shaped, spiky, pink fruit about the size of a baseball. Robin was so relieved.
"Dear God, finally!"
Feeling hungrier than ever now, Robin lifted the fruit and took a good-sized bite.
"There was a sign beside the bush that it came from," Slade explained. "It said it was edible and that more dinosaurs may be up ahead."
Robin finished the piece of fruit, sucking the sticky juice off his fingers. His stomach was a little satisfied now. He was surprised he was still alive after eight food-less days. "Got anymore?"
Slade pulled out four empty tubes, which were filled with clear, pink liquid. "I took the juice from them. Not having solid food for a few days can have negative effects on the body. This includes vomiting, an upset stomach, and diarrhea. So drinking fluids gradually each day acts as food. Because you have been drinking water twice a day, your stomach can handle the fruit."
Robin nodded. "Good to know." Slade handed him a water for his hands and to refresh himself. "Okay, I'm ready to go."
After putting the tubes away, Slade took the lead, Robin following behind.

The next afternoon was embarrassing and then enlightening. Robin was having an unfortunate hard-on in the middle of a field. Slade was leaning against a tree with his back to him twenty feet away. He was giving him his privacy.
"I can hear you, you know."
Robin growled as he pumped his shaft in a steady pace. "I-It's not…w-working."
"Then try a little faster."
Taking a deep breath, Robin quickened his pace, feeling what he felt a few nights before. It suddenly vanished, making his eyes go wide. "The…Th-The feeling vanished."
Slade rolled his eye. He wasn't fond of this 'to-the-rescue' thing. Turning around, he approached him. "You still must be doing it wrong."
He crouched before him. Robin glared lightly at him. "I was doing just fine!"
"I beg to differ," Slade said, pulling his stubborn hand away and gripping his penis. "Now pay attention."
"I am!" Slade shook his head as he started out slow. Robin swallowed, unable to stop watching Slade handle him like this. It was just so…weird. He could feel the pressure building again. His breathing changed, making it hard to breath with his mouth closed. Robin opened it. A minute later, the feeling passed, but nothing came out. "D-Didn't work."
Slade's eye narrowed. What were they supposed to do now? An annoying idea popped into his head. "There's another way. But you might not like it."
Robin didn't want to know. "I'll just walk it off then."
The feeling of needing release returned.
"Robin, I insist."
Robin gave him a look of despair. "What do I have to do?"
Slade grabbed his shoulder. "Just lie on your back and close your eyes."
Feeling nervous since Slade didn't tell him what he would be doing, Robin closed his eyes and tried to relax. Not liking this situation anymore than him, Slade lowered himself to the ground by his hips and grabbed the front of his mask. He lifted it up a few inches, revealing his mouth.
"We will never speak of this again"
"Oh, definitely not," Robin said, bracing himself for whatever Slade had in mind. Shaking his head, Slade gripped the base of his erection and lowered his head. The second Robin felt something wet, he jolted. "What the hell?" Slade draped his other arm over his legs, holding him still as he tried to squirm away. Lifting his head and opening his eye a crack, Robin saw Slade's mask on top of his head. "What are you doing? This is not-!" He fell back, feeling a stronger sensation inside him than the one when Slade used his hand. "A-Ah…I-Oh God, what-?"
Robin dug his fingernails into the dirt, breathing heavily while butterflies ruptured in his stomach. Though, whatever Slade was doing, it was working. Robin's brain was also being affected by this amazing new feeling. Was this what heaven felt like?
Robin cried out when he came. Quickly pulling his head back, Slade stopped his mask from falling off. Standing and turning, he spat Robin's semen onto the ground before lowering his mask back in its proper place. Glowering, Slade walked away.
"Hurry up."
Robin was trying to regain his breath, his brow furrowed in concentration. Did Slade sound…angry? Thinking it was just his imagination, Robin pulled up his shorts. Something was presenting itself in him. What was that feeling? And why did Slade make him feel that way? Sighing, Robin put the questions aside and was about to stand when his ears picked up a noise. Looking over in his still sitting position, he saw something tiny ambling over in his direction. His eyes widened when it got closer and he could see what it was.
"S-Slade! Give me your binoculars!"
Stopping in his tracks and curling his hands into fists, Slade turned, seeing a baby triceratops stopping close to Robin. He slowly turned and stood in a crouch. Slade watched as he carefully reached for the curious baby with his hand, not wanting to scare it away. The triceratops let off a loud, screech-like cry before headbutting it away. Robin chuckled, finding it oddly cute. Several yards away, an adult triceratops was watching the baby observe the boy happily. It roared, making birds fly out of the trees. Robin's head jerked up in surprise, having not seen it before. With a smile, Robin looked back at the baby triceratops as it sniffed the ground. Reaching forward, he touched the stub that was its front horn. The baby jerked its head up and stepped back. Robin stood still, not meaning to scare it. When the triceratops became brave again, it stepped closer, sniffing him. Robin chuckled.
"Slade, you have to come see this!"
Slade didn't reply. His eye was narrowed as he tried to figure out the reason for starting to feel the way he did. He couldn't help but lick his lips, the taste of Robin still present there. He was a goddamn mercenary for Christ's sake. He wasn't supposed to feel like this towards a hero. And since when had he ever thought of giving a hero a damn blow job? It didn't feel like he was just trying to help Robin anymore. This was wrong, even for a man like Slade. When had he become so perverted?
Robin ran his hand in between the baby's eyes before feeling the horn stubs above them. "This is too cool. Beast Boy can't compare to this." The triceratops baby butted his hand again before making its weak call, like it was saying good-bye. It then turned and ran, back towards the other triceratops. Standing up, Robin watched it join him for a tasty meal. 'Must be related.' Looking away finally, Robin caught up to Slade, giving him a smile before walking on. Rolling his eye, the villain followed. "That was a very enlightening experience. I can't describe how awesome that was."
Slade snorted quietly. "I don't see what's so special. The changeling can turn into any dinosaur."
"Well yeah, but this was really real," Robin said with a grin. "I got to see and feel a real living triceratops. I hope we see tons more."
"And allow you to become distracted and waste time? I think not."
"Party pooper," Robin muttered.
"I'm starting to prefer your humming."
They reached another jungle. Chuckling, Robin began just that.

The next night, Robin drank fruit juice from two tubes, to quench his thirst and hunger. He had been fairly hungry all day.
"How many miles left now?" he asked before a yawn.
Slade leaned back against a tree, staring at the flames of the crackling fire. "Just over a thousand."
Yawning, Robin fell backwards, landing on his back. He held his arms behind his head as a pillow. "Just a week left then?"
"Hopefully."
Robin chuckled. "I like hopefully." Inhaling, Robin stared at the crescent moon and stars in silence. He was missing the sunsets and sunrises with Starfire each day. The longer he stared at one place, the easier he could make out her smiling face and long hair in the stars. He smiled. 'Don't worry Star. I'll be home soon.'
"I hope they're not worried about me."
Slade glanced at him. "You should be more worried about yourself."
Robin turned his head a bit to see him out of the corner of his eye. "Why's that?"
"Sooner or later we might stumble across the dinosaur that made the track a few days back," Slade explained. "And it won't be a herbivore either."
Robin stared at Slade for a few seconds longer before turning his head the other way. His lower lip jutted out slightly, his eyes slightly narrowed. "It's a good thing you're here then."
Slade blinked. Did Robin just…compliment him? If it was, why did it sound so terrible? His eye narrowed as he spoke quietly. "I suppose."
Robin hadn't heard him; he was already asleep, not having the slightest idea of the turmoil going on inside of Slade.
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