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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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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Slade was avoiding Robin's gaze the next day. He didn't notice or pay attention. He kept his eyes on the trees, hoping to see a pterodactyl or two. They had come across a small family of stegosauruses that were grazing that morning. Robin wanted to hang out with the babies, but Slade didn't stop for him. So, not wanting to lose him or get lost, Robin followed, feeling disappointed. It wasn't until hours later that he felt something off around them. And it wasn't a stalking feeling either. It was very overwhelming, especially since Robin didn't know what it was. This was the first time feeling it. Was Slade feeling the same kind of thing? Robin was more than determined to find out.
"Is it just me, or do you feel something strange?"
Slade glanced at him. "Is it a someone-watching-us kind of feeling?"
Slade had a dreaded feeling that this wasn't the case. Apparently Robin knew too because he said, "No, not like that at all. I don't know, I kinda feel like something is hanging in the air. Maybe it's the heat."
Slade was silent, contemplating for just a minute whether to push the issue. Something tugged at the back of his mind. "Hanging in the air where?"
"Around us," Robin answered. "…I don't know, I can't describe it."
"When did you start feeling it?"
"Maybe an hour ago."
This was not good. Slade definitely wasn't going to get in too deep. "Just stop thinking about it. It will pass eventually."
"Yeah, probably," Robin said with a small chuckle.
This unintentional trip was getting worse and worse for Slade. He felt this overwhelming feeling too, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. Especially not to Robin. Robin didn't realize how worse it was for him.
'Just a few more days and everything will be fine.'
Instead of going away, the feeling increased, especially as nightfall hit. Slade expected something like this to happen on a full or new moon, not now. Then why did he keep licking his lips in anticipation?
"So…you feel it too."
Slade looked at Robin, pausing his fire making. There was something in his face that he didn't like. He looked back at the fire wood.
"Feel what?"
Robin snorted. "You know what I'm talking about."
"I think it needs to be dropped," Slade said, matter-of-fact.
"And I think you need to answer me," Robin said with a glare. "You know what it is, don't you?" Slade didn't reply. "Stop ignoring me and tell me!"
Slade looked at him, his eye narrowed. "Believe me, you don't want to know."
"Now you're just avoiding it," Robin said with an annoyed growl. "If it's bad, I need to know; now."
Slade snorted. "You're just making it worse you know."
"Making what worse?"
"This feeling inside of me, that's what," Slade finally snapped. "If you don't drop it, then I will do something I'll regret."
An awkward silence followed Slade's small out burst. Robin blinked a few times, trying to understand what he meant. He was feeling something? Feeling what?
"Okay, what? I don't get it. Since when have you been able to regret anything?"
Slade took a moment to respond. "Because it isn't in my job description. And I wouldn't dare stoop so low as a common criminal. I have my morals and I would like to keep them. Intact. Now drop it."
Robin continued to stare at Slade, who finished making the fire. Exhaling loudly, he rolled onto his side, his back to him, and closed his eyes. "Night."
Slade didn't say anything back. Within minutes Robin was asleep, softly snoring a little. For the next hour Slade tried thinking about anything else that didn't pertain to Robin. Every time he did, he thought of all the things he could do to him.
Don't do it Slade or you'll regret it.
If only it were that simple. There wasn't an on-off switch for this sort of thing. Either you ignored it or did something about it. This did not apply to Slade. He couldn't ignore it and he couldn't stop it.
Sighing, Slade reached up and gripped his mask. He pulled it off and set it aside before running a hand through messy white hair. An eye patch covered his right eye. Now what could he do to avoid Robin in terms of close body contact?
'Good going, Slade. You just made it worse.' Slade shook his head before placing his mask back over his face. "It will be over before you know it," he whispered.
Deciding he deserved a rest—walking all day for a week could do that to anyone, even an insomniac—Slade leaned against the tree behind him and closed his eye. Remembering the whole reason he was in this mess, he tried to rethink his original plan. It vanished almost instantly, replaced instead by a dark room, dimly lit by candles. On the other side of the room, there was a large bed with someone lying on it. Slade moved towards it, noticing black hair matted down on a naked boy's forehead, covered in sweat. His wrists were locked tight to the canopy bedpost by metal handcuffs. His eyes were closed, but Slade recognized him easily. He swallowed when Robin's lips parted.
"S-Slade…"
Slade's eye shot open. Robin was staring down at him with a curious look. The sun was just coming up through the thicket of trees.
"Were you sleeping?"
Robin stepped back when Slade tried to stand.
"No, just resting." Slade walked past him. "Let's go."
Robin kicked dirt on the dying embers before following him. "Sleep well?"
"Not particularly."
"Why?"
Slade rubbed the crick in his neck. "Lying against a tree doesn't help your back or shoulders in the slightest."
"Yeah, my entire right side hurts because the ground was so hard."
"Mh."
Robin stretched and yawned, his shoulders and elbows popping. A lizard ran up the side of a tree, catching gnats with its long tongue as they passed.
"By the way, I've been meaning to ask. What time were you trying to get to?"
Slade snorted. "That is classified. It doesn't concern you. Now if you don't mind, stop talking."
Robin kicked a rock. It ricocheted against a tree. "Whatever."
All day Robin didn't say a word. Slade preferred it this way. It gave him time to think. Only…he kept thinking back to his dream. The boy had been Robin and the bedroom looked like something Slade would own. The handcuffs were plausible too. The only thing that didn't fit were the candles. If Slade had been anything, romantic was not it. But it was his name that fell from Robin's lips, so it was obvious he had set up the room. Nothing else made much sense. If his theory was correct, Robin had done something that required a lot of stamina. The only thing Slade could think of was-
"Slade, did you hear me?"
Slade turned his head, staring across the fire. Robin was staring at him with a blank look.
"No, I didn't. What were you saying?"
Frowning softly, Robin stood up and walked over to him. He sat close to Slade, who looked neutral. In fact, to be perfectly honest, his heart was racing. He wanted to scold himself for reacting like this.
"I asked for water."
Slade blinked. Eye narrowing unnoticed, he reached into his belt and pulled out a tube. He thrust it at Robin, who took it, yanking out the cork. Slade didn't look at him as he drank the water from it. When he was finished, he gave it back and said good night. He laid down on his side, closing his eyes and yawning. Within minutes he was asleep, snoring lightly. Slade was tense, like a shy, teenage girl trying to ask the coolest guy in school out on a date. He would've smacked himself then for even making the analogy.
'Just sit still and don't do anything.'
But Slade couldn't sit still. Robin was too close to him for comfort. His eye kept moving over to try and see him, but he looked away quickly. If he could just think of something else…
It was no use. He couldn't do it. Slade slowly turned his head and saw the steady movement of Robin's chest as he breathed. Slade's heart pounded unsteadily in his chest. He licked his lips, unable to help himself. Things only got worse as his mind began playing tricks on him. It wasn't his fault. Slade couldn't help it.
Robin's clothes were suddenly gone from his body. Slade's eye roamed over every inch of his naked flesh. Reaching out, he touched his skin. Despite wearing gloves, he could feel its softness against his more hardened kind. Robin seemed to react to it too. His masked eyes clenched tightly together. Slade stopped and waited. Robin rolled over slowly, becoming calm and still once more. Placing his fingers on his chest, Slade trailed them down his sternum and then his stomach, watching it flinch at the foreign, but gentle contact. Once he reached past his belly button, he stopped. If Slade looked further down he would see what his mind was yelling at him to touch. He yanked his hand away.
The scene before him suddenly changed. Robin had his back arched. Sweat covered his face and he was panting and moaning with his mouth open. Slade's large body hovered over him. He was pounding into him, feeling his thighs tighten with each thrust. Robin soon cried out.
"Slade!" Slade blinked. Robin was looking up at him with wide, unmasked, freaked out eyes. Slade froze when he realized he was underneath him, fully dressed. His mask lay by his right hand. Robin's was currently nowhere to be seen. He almost stuttered in his shock and confusion. "What the hell are you doing?"
Slade's knees were on both sides of Robin as he had him straddled. His lips were slightly moist and he realized what he had been doing. Closing his mouth, Slade swallowed. "I don't-"
"Get the hell off me!"
Robin pushed hard on his chest, unable to get his legs out from under him to kick him off. Shaking his head hard, Slade stood up and back, almost tripping over the lightly lit, black fire logs. Sitting up fast, Robin scrambled backwards to his own feet, whipping out two bird-a-rangs, one in each hand. Slade looked sternly at him.
"Robin, put them away."
"Not until you tell me what the hell you were doing!"
They stared silently at each other for a few seconds. Slade shifted his weight to his left foot. "I was kissing you," he said softly. "Now put them away."
Robin growled. "Tell me why!"
Slade sighed heavily. "I don't know why."
Robin was livid. "Don't lie to me! You never do things without a reason!"
"I am not lying," Slade tried again. "I wasn't consciously aware of my actions, trust me."
Robin's glare didn't lessen. "I don't trust psychos."
"I've never lied to you, Robin, and you know it," Slade countered. "Now put them away."
Robin gritted his teeth. When Slade made no move to attack, he slowly lowered his arms and relaxed. Taking a deep breath, he placed the bird-a-rangs back. Slade sighed quietly while running his hand through his hair. Robin looked off to the side, feeling something foreign in his body. He was still angry because of what happened, but there was something else there too.
"Fine just…just don't let it happen again."
Slade lowered his hand and looked up. "That is easier said than done." Turning away, Robin looked around, trying to locate his discarded mask. When he couldn't find it, he sat down in irritation, bouncing his knee up and down quickly. He dug his fingers into the grass in front of him. He muttered something, which Slade didn't catch. "What's wrong?"
"Just shut up and go away."
Normally Slade wouldn't allow anyone to talk to him that way, but with the circumstances, he let it go. Turning around, he walked off, doing what Robin wanted. He was soon out of sight. Glancing over his shoulder, he didn't see any traces of him. Sighing, he released the grass and then spread his legs. This night was just getting better and better…
Slade leaned sideways against a tree, his arms folded. His eye was narrowed as he thought back to his daydream and the fact that he screwed up so much in just a few minutes. Robin had every right to be angry at him, he knew that. He never asked for any of this to happen. It wasn't his fault at all. Slade hated himself for screwing up. He snorted at the thought.
A twig snapped. Quickly looking over his shoulder, Slade saw Robin a few feet behind him, looking at the ground with soft, glaring eyes. Slade turned around to face him. They were quiet for a long time.
"Robin-"
"What's happening to me?" Slade blinked in confusion. Robin's brow furrowed. "I…I masturbated while thinking about you." Slade's heart skipped a beat. "I said your name over and over again. I-" Robin paused. He slowly looked up, staring at Slade's unmasked face in worry. "Why do I want you to…to kiss me again?"
Robin had confessed so much in just a few sentences. Slade almost felt…sorry for him and his insecurity. What was he supposed to say?
"I don't know."
They stared at each other for a long time. Getting weirded out from this, Robin looked at the ground and sat down. He folded his legs and placed his elbows on his thighs. He held his face in his hands.
"What do we do now?"
Slade thought about this for a moment. There was one thing they could do, to relieve the both of them. Maybe that's what they needed. Deciding it needed to be done, Slade walked over to stand in front of him. Robin's next heart beat faltered. He swallowed.
"You know what I'm going to suggest, don't you?" Robin sat up straight, lowering his hands to the ground. He nodded. Slade crouched in front of him. Robin's fingers dug into the ground in nervousness. A shiver ran up his spine. "It's all up to you. All you have to do is say yes. I won't be breaking any laws if you do. I would actually prefer avoiding that."
Robin glanced up at him. "You? Avoid breaking the law? That's almost funny, given the circumstances."
"I don't really find this funny at all, to be honest," Slade said. "Remember what I said before, about not stooping to a common criminal's level? This is what I meant. I never want to be that kind of person. You have to be willing to do this with me. If you want me to avoid becoming that person, then say yes. Normally I can just ignore it and move on, but not this time. So do me a favor, for both you and me, and say yes. And do it fast."
Robin didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should give in to these feelings or to try and ignore them. Then he thought of how Slade was feeling. He didn't want to become a rapist and he couldn't ignore the feeling of needing this. It was a very hard decision and it was all up to Robin. He had to make the final decision. Why was life so fricken hard!
Swallowing, Robin lifted his hands towards his shorts and unzipped them. Slade grabbed his hands, making him look up. Robin was surprised to see him with a soft, caring face that he never thought he'd get used to.
"It'll be alright, Robin. Just trust me."
Robin gave a small nod. "Okay."
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Slade pushed him onto his back and then moved his knees on either side of him. Robin swallowed hard, trying to slow down his fast beating heart. He closed his eyes, too freaked out to look as Slade began to remove his utility belt from his waist. Slade didn't really want to do this, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he was becoming harder with each passing second. But he knew that they both needed this.
Pulling his legs out from under him, Slade placed them around his waist and slowly pulled his shorts and boxers off. Robin shivered as cold air hit his half-naked form. With the clothing by his knees, Slade slid down so that his legs were almost laying flat against the ground and then moved into position. He gripped the base of his erection and positioned it near Robin's virgin hole. He then looked at his face.
"Robin?"
"Wh-What?"
Slade paused before continuing. "If you need to cry, I won't think any less of you."
"I'm not going to-! AH!" Slade had to distract him somehow to get him past the first hurdle. Teardrops did spring to the corner of Robin's eyes at the sudden intrusion. He growled in pain as Slade's blunt tip moved further into him. "That flippin' hurts!"
"It's going to for the next minute or so," Slade said. "Just try and stay relaxed." Robin inhaled deeply, trying to relax his body. He felt Slade's heart beat through his penis, which was almost rock hard. It almost felt like Robin had a long, rough stone inserted in his anus. "Ready?"
"I…I think so."
Believing him, Slade held his arms down by the shoulders before pulling back a bit and then thrusting back in. Robin growled behind gritted teeth as almost the entire length entered him fully. The next thrust did, making him cry out. It didn't take long for his body, especially his hips, to move in perfect sync with Slade's thrusts. Robin panted loudly, feeling his rectum cramp up. He tried to relax it, but it was hard, especially when he felt nerves jumping to life. He felt something deep inside, which sent jolts through his stomach. Out of instinct, his hands shot up from the ground and he gripped Slade's elbows, digging his nails into his strong muscles.
Slade's pace quickened, his thrusts getting harder. Robin was almost screaming now as his prostate was hit over and over again. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He knew all about sex of course. Bruce had insisted he be taught about the teenage body and its hormones by his private doctor and friend, Dr. Leslie, when he was almost fourteen. Robin had listened and learned, but he never thought he would ever masturbate or have sex until much later in life. Turned out he was wrong, no thanks to this stupid trip back in time.
"AAAH!" After a final thrust, Slade came deep inside of him. Robin fell back in exhaustion, his hands falling from his arms. He lay there panting, his chest heaving rapidly up and down. Slade lowered his hands to the ground and fell heavily against his pelvis. Robin growled. "G…G-Get up!"
Realizing he was practically crushing him, Slade got back up on his knees and pulled out. He rolled over onto his back. They laid there in silence, trying to regain their shortened breaths. Once silence fell between them, Robin wiped furiously at his eyes. Slade glanced at him.
"Don't stop crying on my account," he said, sounding encouraging actually.
Robin's arm shot out as he punched Slade in the shoulder. "Shut up. 'M not crying."
Slade slowly sat up, stuffing his limp cock back in his pants and zipping them. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his belt, placed it back on his waist, and then got up, stretching. "Get some sleep. You won't be able to walk for the next few days. You'll regain your strength faster by resting." When Robin didn't reply, Slade turned halfway to see him. His eyes were closed and his chest moved up and down steadily. Slade snorted. "Couldn't even stay awake long enough to hear me."
Grabbing his belt, Slade pulled up his shorts and boxers, zipped them, and replaced his belt without waking him. Slade then gathered him up in his arms and headed back for camp.
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