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The Nightmares Inside	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 3619 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor the characters in it. I do not make any profits from the writing of this story

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When I first edited this a year and a half ago, the ending had changed a lot. I made it better. There is an epilogue after this. You will find out why there is one once you reach the end of this chapter
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Robin's eyes slowly fluttered open. He was lying on something soft with tight, warm arms holding onto him around his chest. His legs were scrunched up towards his body. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Slade holding him close, asleep. His mouth was partly open and he felt his warm breath on his skin. Carefully lifting his arm off him, Robin rolled over and snuggled close to his bare chest. He hadn't dreamed the rest of the night, which meant that everything else he had seen was just a dream. Slade hadn't raped him more than once, hadn't put a bad drug into his system, nothing. It all had been a bad dream. Robin laid his head on Slade's warm chest, feeling very warm himself. Upon doing this, the man woke up. Slade wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.
"Robin?"
"Hm…?"
"Now don't be frightened, little bird, but your body got so cold that blankets weren't enough to keep you warm." Robin opened his eyes a bit. "Body heat was the only thing that could work." Robin's eyes opened wider. He blushed, realizing what Slade was implying. "I promise nothing happened."
Pushing aside the fact that he and Slade were fully nude, Robin nodded against his chest. "Okay."
Without realizing he was doing it, Slade kissed Robin's forehead, like a father would. Robin quivered at the gesture. Slade chuckled softly. "I'm sorry."
Robin looked up at Slade. He was still maskless, which he liked, for some odd reason. He realized then that he couldn't see Slade's face in his dream was because he didn't know what he looked like in reality. Everything he had seen was just a dream. Slade smiled warmly at him. Deciding to be bold, or maybe just plain stupid, Robin leaned up and laid his soft lips against his mouth. Slade's eye widened slightly. What was Robin doing? Unable to help himself, he grabbed the back of his head, gripped his hair gently, and pressed their lips a little harder together. Robin quickly pulled away, laying his head back against Slade's chest and smiling.
"They're warm. In my dreams they were cold." Tears suddenly streamed down Robin's face. "Cold and painful."
Slade wasn't sure what Robin was babbling on about. He had mentioned dreams, so he assumed he meant the dreams he experienced in his coma. This scared him. What had he done?
"Robin?"
"Hm?"
Slade held Robin tighter. "If you remember, tell me everything that happened while you were dreaming. Please."
Of course Robin remembered. How could he forget? That's the way the human mind worked after all. Robin told Slade everything, down to the last detail. He told him of the drug, how Starfire hated him, and how the Dream World Slade had hurt him countless times. Slade was in shock when Robin finished. He would never hurt him that way. He wasn't that heartless. Slade held Robin tighter still. He wasn't sure why this was affecting him so much. Slade was worried that he was going too soft.
"Slade… Are you crying?" Robin asked.
Slade smiled weakly. "Don't be silly, little Robin. What do you take me for, a softy?" Slade chuckled weakly. "I swear I would never, ever, do that to you. I have some dignity."
Tears streamed down Robin's face. "I know…"
Slade held Robin in a fatherly embrace. He never wanted to let Robin go. Unfortunately for him, he knew he could never have that. There was a soft knock at the door. Robin had fallen back to sleep. Slade looked at the door. It slid open, revealing Wintergreen, Slade's kind, old, British butler and best friend. He was about to speak, but Slade stopped him. Carefully placing Robin on his pillows, he got out of bed and pulled his boxers back on. He quickly got dressed and put his mask back on his face. Before following Wintergreen out, he pulled the warm covers over Robin's naked body to keep him warm and make him feel secure. After leaving the room, they walked down the hall.
"Will he be alright, sir?" Wintergreen asked.
"I hope so." They walked on in silence. Suddenly, Slade blurted out, "He kissed me."
Wintergreen stopped dead in his tracks. When Slade sensed that he wasn't following anymore, he stopped and turned around. Wintergreen just stared at him. Slade stared back, unblinking. The shock quickly vanished. Walking up to him, Wintergreen slapped him so hard that his mask fell off and hit the wall. Slade stared solemnly at his shocked friend.
"A little warning would have helped, Mr. Wilson." Pushing Slade to the side, Wintergreen walked past him. "I'm taking the rest of the day off. Good day."
Wintergreen turned the corner. Slade stared off across the hall. Robin stood there, staring back.
"For someone so old, he sure can hit, huh?"
Slade smiled. "You have no idea, pretty bird."
Robin frowned slightly. "Why do you call me 'little' or 'pretty bird', Slade?"
Walking up to Robin, Slade grasped his chin gently and lifted his gaze. "It's because you are." Robin's eyes widened when Slade gave him a warm, gentle kiss. "You're parents gave you a nickname, so I've given you my own too." Robin blushed and looked away. Slade chuckled. "After you have a nice, hot shower, we'll continue our training."
Releasing Robin's chin, Slade picked up his mask and headed back towards his room. Robin stared after him. Looking at the floor, he raised his hand and ran his finger over his lips. Was he dreaming again? Only one way to find out…
Robin stood in Slade's doorway, watching him shift through his dresser. He blinked. "Slade?"
While continuing to look in his dresser, the man asked, "Yes, Robin?"
"Since you kissed me does that mean I'm dreaming again?" Slade stopped his movements. "Or is this reality?"
A few seconds of being motionless later, Slade slowly turned his head to look at Robin. He saw the confused look on his face all too clearly. They stared unmoving at each other for a long time.
"What do you believe in, pretty bird?"
Robin blinked. Taking slow steps, he approached Slade, his eyes blank. He stopped in front of him. "I don't know."
They were silent for a while. Reaching out, Slade rested his hand against his cheek. "How about now?"
Robin swallowed hard. He felt himself beginning to lose control. "Both…"
There was a pause and then Slade suddenly had Robin pinned successfully against the wall, neither realizing what was happening. After a few seconds hesitation, Slade smashed their lips together. Oddly, Robin didn't protest. He gripped Slade's arms, trying to keep himself from sliding down the wall. What was he even thinking? Slade paused for air.
"We have to stop."
Robin was out of breath. "I-I know, but-" He growled. "I-I'm w-worried that I m-might be…might be fall-" Slade stared at Robin with narrowed eyes as he breathed with his mouth open. Tears formed in his eyes. "-that I might be falling for you." Robin closed his eyes and shook his head. "Th-That's probably wh-why I…I've been so obsessed with y-you. I might b-be falling f-for-" Robin opened his eyes to look at Slade again, "-for you…"
They stared at each other a few seconds longer before going back for more passionate kissing. Three minutes or so later, Slade stopped. "I-If that's true, th-then I'm f-falling for you too."
Resting his forehead on Slade's chest, Robin punched him with the bottom of his fist. "B-But its wrong…"
"Is it?"
Robin opened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Yes, i-it is."
Why was that simple answer so hard to believe in? Was Robin really falling for Slade and vice-versa? Was it so wrong to love someone? Grabbing his wrists, Slade held his hands above his head against the wall, staring intently at him.
"No one has to know."
Robin was staring at Slade with a glazed look in his eyes. He was still breathing heavily. "O-Okay…"
Placing both wrists in one hand, Slade wrapped his arm around Robin's waist, pulling his body up against his own. They stared silently at each other.
"Do you trust me?" Slade asked.
Robin took a moment to reply. "Yes."
Closing his eyes, Robin gasped quietly when Slade groped his ass. "Top or bottom?"
"What?" Robin asked confused.
"Just pick one," Slade said. "You have to trust me."
"I guess top…"
"Sitting or lying down?"
Robin swallowed to find his voice. "…Sitting?"
"Alright, hold on." Slade practically dragged Robin to the unmade bed and sat down. He then turned him around, sitting him in his lap. "Do you still trust me?"
Robin didn't answer right away. "Yes, I trust you."
"Good…"
Robin opened his eyes. He heard Slade remove his belt. "Are we going to-?"
"Yes, we are," Slade said, trying to unzip his pants. He pulled the zipper down before plunging his hand in between his thighs in his boxers. He frantically pulled his penis from his pants. Grabbing the waistline of Robin's boxers and shorts, he yanked them off his hips, exposing his ass underneath. "I'll be as gentle as possible."
"What-? AAH!"
Slade grabbed Robin's sides with his large hands. Robin moaned behind clenched teeth. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of Slade, his fingers gripping the crinkled sheets. While gently playing with his nipples with his pointer fingers, Slade lifted his body up before slamming him back down onto his lap. Robin opened his mouth and let out a small cry. Slade continued to move his body up and down in a steady pace, causing him to moan and pant loudly. It was a good thing Wintergreen had left the compound for the rest of the day because he was practically screaming like a banshee. Unlike the painful rape eight days ago, this felt like Heaven.
"H-Hold on…" Robin unclenched his hands when Slade attempted to roll over. He was on his hands and knees now, with the man thrusting into him from behind. Slade interlaced their fingers together and squeezed tightly. Robin hung his head, panting heavily with his eyes closed. He moaned. "Ah-hah, ah, R-Robin I'm…c-cumming-"
"AAAAAH!" Sweat dripped off the ends of Robin's hair. He was panting heavily. Slade had his forehead resting against his back, panting hot air. They stayed in that position for a while. Robin gripped Slade's fingers. "S-Slade, could you…g-get off? You're h-heavy…"
"Yes, right. Of course." Pulling his fingers out from Robin's own, Slade carefully pulled out and sat back. Robin fell forward on his face from exhaustion. Slade moved to his left. Pushing his body forward, he lay on his side before reaching out to him. "Come here."
With Slade's help, Robin rolled over until his body was against his own. He closed his eyes, breathing loudly through his nose. Slade's arm wrapped around him. They were silent for a while.
"We shouldn't have done that," Robin soon said, looking away. "If people knew-"
"I won't tell if you won't," Slade interrupted him. "Besides, it doesn't matter what they think."
Robin exhaled out of his nose. "I guess not."
Placing his hand on his cheek, Slade pulled his face around to kiss him. Robin didn't protest. He even opened his mouth to let him massage his tongue. Somehow, he felt like this was right instead of wrong.
Hesitating, Slade asked, "Again?"
"…Y-Yeah."
Rolling over, Slade pulled him on top of him. Robin felt his cock in between his thighs, making him blush. Gripping his hips, Slade lifted his butt up, positioned him in the right spot, and pushed him back down. Robin hissed lightly in pain.
"What's wrong?"
Robin let out a deep breath. "I'll b-be okay because I t-trust you."
Nodding, Slade slow and carefully moved Robin up and down onto his shaft. His pace quickened seconds later, making him moan in pleasure. Robin kept his head against Slade's chest, panting out hot air. He moaned and gasped, his entire body filling up with heated passion. After a few more minutes, he ejaculated again. Half an hour later and Robin stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He left the bathroom, finding his apprentice uniform waiting for him on the bed. He stared down at it, blinking. Slade stood behind him in the doorway.
"I hope you understand that, despite what has happened, we are nothing more than master and apprentice. You will still steal for me, Robin. If you disobey, your friends will get hurt. You can grow to hate me, but that doesn't stop who you are now." Slade paused. Robin didn't say a word. "Who knows, maybe one day you will escape from here to be with your friends once more. If that happens, we are back to being enemies. There is no going back."
Robin stared at the uniform on the bed a few seconds longer before looking over his shoulder at Slade, smiling softly with his eyes closed. "Yeah, I understand…master."
You hold the answers deep within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to, entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memories. But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten.
God, please don't hate me; because I'll die if you do.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Also, the italicized words were taken from Understanding by Evanescence. To me, it's a song about the pain and suffering of rape victims and people who have had a taste of death, right before their eyes. You should look it up and listen to it because it fits this story all too well
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