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Lost	By : UncleBert9731 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 4833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Three weeks after Raven’s rebirth and the near destruction of the world, Robin is faced with a decision. With Slade back Robin decides to act, but in what way. When he regrets his decision, who comes to his rescue? Lemon, M/M, Yaoi, near rape, minors obviously.
Disclaimer: I’ve seen this in all the other fanfictions I’ve read and figured this was required. But I do not own the teen titans, although if I could physically own robin I wouldn’t mind but the fact that he’s probably a minor would create some difficulties, but Slade on the other hand would be no problem. But yeah, basically, I don’t own the teen titans in any way.

I’m completely new here, and really excited! I hope I don’t forget about this or give up on it. Anyway. My friends always ask me why I love gay romance (m/m for me) I tell them that in this world, for the most part, men have an image that they try to uphold. They like to seem strong and in control. So the thought of someone like robin, who likes to be in control, losing this image to lust and complete pleasure the darkest of sin (I’m not religious) gives me a high or is a sort of ecstasy. And the thought a wanting something so deep that his hate for someone is clouded just heats my blood. So that’s what this is about. But I also am a bit of a sucker for romance (dark romance) so that’s where the other guy comes in. ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 1: Empty Fruit.

Robin could remember the rocks growing sharper and the passage narrowing as he ran. The lava grew brighter and more blinding. His face was beginning to burn. Raven could not have gotten far, he thought she trusted him. But to remember how frightened she looked… how she trembled at the mention of her father.
He told her she couldn't blame herself. He remembered the lava falling behind a wall and the rocks above his head coming down. He remembered jumping out of the way only to run into another wall. But this wall was softer than the rocks around him. He felt something wrapping around his body, and he was thrown to the floor. The falling rocks threw up dust as he scrambled to his feet and quickly found the wall of a new corridor.
He remembered that familiar voice, "Well, my dear Robin," it said. "Although I’ve found what had been taken from me," the cold fingers of his enemy brushed across his cheek, but robin did not move. "I have yet to obtain, what I lust for."
He heard the loud clang of metal hit the ground beside him, and the firm wall of Slade’s body press up against his. He remembered how forceful those fingers were when they lifted his chin. The lips of his enemy revealed themselves against his neck, but he did not flinch. He stared off into darkness curious as to this feeling that answered all the questions asked as he sat in front of his computer night after sleepless night. He knew nothing of Slade, none of his secrets. He only knew his hunger for power, but power over what? Robin knew nothing of Slade’s motives, they always found out what they could of their enemies, the titans and him. But there was nothing at all about Slade, no matter how hard he looked, Robin found nothing of this man, if a man is what he is. No matter how deeply he delved into files, and papers articles, and even ancient texts, nothing; Slade appeared nowhere, and there is nothing to explain who he is. He never knew what drove Slade, what fueled his grasp on destruction and darkness.
“So this is what you’ve wanted for so long?” Robin remembered how startled he had been to hear those words fall from his tongue.
“You’ve always managed to slip away when the time seemed right.” Said Slade, and placing a hand on Robin’s hip he help him in place as Slade leaned against him, trapping Robin against the wall.
“So what now, Slade?” he said, trying to sound in control, but failed as he gasped at the feel of teeth on his neck. He remembered hearing their cloth rubbing together, Robin heard Slade breathing in his ear, faster. He heard his own breath cascading out of control; but, when they heard a horrid laugh from the beast above them, movement ceased, and the breathing stopped almost instantly. The silence that followed became unbearable. “Doesn’t seem like the right time for this, don’t you think?” a more forceful tone escaped him that time.
“Perhaps, but you wont be able to resist such desires for long. You’re young and have needs that you do not yet understand. There is no doubt of you finding me, you will want me. You will want what you know I can give you, and what you know I can take from you. One way or the Other, my dear little Robin, I will have tasted - every - inch - of your sleek - little -body.”
The breath on his face made him shiver, and he saw his enemy’s face in the little light that there was widen as he smiled in satisfaction. Releasing him, he picked up the souvenir weapon that he had taken from the guardsmen and his mask which now had something other than bone to cling to, and ran off down the corridor. Robin sighed heavily and whipped the sweat that had formed on his forehead. He remembered his confusion clouding the determination to find raven.
His heart panicked for a moment as that demonic laugh rang out again, reverberating through the deepest realms of the volcano. How frightened he would’ve been if he hadn’t found her and if her father would have, in the end, been victorious.
That was three weeks ago, and now he was on his way to the front doors of titan tower, on his way to meet this new found pleasure. The first time he had ever dropped his guard completely to an enemy, was less than two days ago, and it hadn’t satisfied him. No sleep came to him, no food answered to his stomach’s growling, not even Cyborg’s chocolate chip waffles. Even after Slade had violently taken him and ravaged his body over and over again. Even after washing off the filth that stained his body he needed more. His mind was haunted by the feeling of finger nails and teeth scarring his pale skin. He was even more haunted by the look of satisfaction on Slade’s face as he cried out in pain.
He could tell that this would not end, but he told himself it would. He told himself it would for the sake of lying to the others. Promising himself that he wouldn’t have to lie much longer. It would end. Soon.
“Out for some fresh air again?” Robin jumped at the sound of Raven’s voice.
Standing in place he was pretending to satisfy an itch at his lower back, only to find one of Slade’s bruises there. “I need to think more. I like it best outside, where my mind can wander.”
He heard her footsteps nearing, then stop. “Last time your communicator was off.”
“It’s meditating for me. I lose my train of thought when there are distractions, makes it hard to concentrate.” He flinched at the touch of her hand at the base of his neck. Turning suddenly he saw her face stare into his. Her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly opened. Robin realized what she had done. She had looked inside him. Had seen how vulnerable he had been two nights ago. Had seen it all through his eyes, experienced every feeling, taste, smell, sound. Quickly he turned to head for the door then stopped.
“And that’s not what you consider distraction?”
“I need this, Raven! I… I can’t say why.” He avoided looking at her eyes. But he could tell in her silence that se was considering the situation, or perhaps she was speechless. At a loss for words. So deeply disgusted with him.
“Two hours, You leave your communicator on, any longer and we’ll come and crash your party.” Turning she began to walk and Robin took a step forward; but, realized he had nothing to say. Stopping Raven spoke a little softly now, “Curiosity killed the cat, Robin. Watch yourself.” She turned to him with a wary look on his her face she spoke again. “ This cat has eight lives left,” she said, smiling defiantly, but losing her smile quickly she said in a more stern tone. “but that was Starfire and I. Slade and Starfire aren’t exactly on the same level. Make sure you don’t lose all your nine on a gamble.”
He was shocked to hear this come from her mouth. She was stubborn, she never trusted an enemy, even if she wasn’t sure if it was an enemy. He was expecting her to stop him from going to Slade; but, she trusted him. She had changed a bit since three weeks ago. She had become less irritable, to Beast Boy’s relief, and more lenient to share things with them. Still, he didn’t expect her to allow this.
Turning for the door, he closed it slowly, not quite sure if he wanted to return to Slade, to his body that dominated his with so much greed. He could feel it in his thrusts. They weren’t just penetrating they were searching. The night was cloudy and the lack of moon light made it harder to see where he was headed. The wind continued to play tricks as he walked, he kept spinning around to see if the shadow he had seen was a follower, or, a mere shadow.
The closer he came to Slade’s layer, the more he regretted his decision, and the more he wanted to call Raven and perhaps ask her for her company. But he was still embarrassed at what she now knows, but a little relieved that she revealed some of herself to him. He had known Starfire at some point had begun to feel depressed and that it suddenly subsided, but he had no idea that Raven was the cause of Starfire’s sudden happiness. He definitely felt worse after his first incident with Slade, but it kept growing.
Once he reached the side of the cliff, he lingered a moment before opening the panel with which to contact the doorman. His heart was racing as he lifted the peace of plastic up from the wall. But at that moment to door swung open with a loud mechanical whir, and he jumped back just before it hit him. For a moment he stood a distance from the entrance, hesitating, waiting for someone to tell him otherwise, for someone to save him. But at that moment he heard the whip of cloth behind him, and spinning around he looked into more darkness but no point of reference. Nothing was there. He thought it may have been his own cape, and turned to face the ominous opening into Slade’s home, which now appeared darker than the moonless valley behind him. Stepping slowly into the black opening he closed his eyes for fear of a sudden flash as the lights within came on. And he was right. He stood for a moment and then saw nothing but red, burning the insides of his eyelids, as the lights within came on. Slowly opening them he came to notice the stairs leading down into the mountain, and began to walk down the steps anticipating Slade’s voice at any minute. The echo of his shoes upon the steel steps rang loud over the wind blowing against the cliff outside, and the occasional release of steam startled him, and he quickened his paces to find the one thing he feared but needed. Before this he had hated Slade, now he hated him even more, but before he didn’t fear him. He couldn’t tell whether it was that Slade now had total control over Robin, or perhaps that he knew Robins body and what to do, and where. He knew what made Robin moan, he knew what made Robin scream. He felt so vulnerable around Slade, but he still had a feeling that needed to be fulfilled. Rounding the corner to the lower level he stopped suddenly frozen, as a large hand wrapped around his wrist, he didn’t look at what was holding it, he merely allowed it to pull him into a room, a dark room. He didn’t speak, he only shivered when the hand passed in front of him, dragging its nails across his chest as it did so.
“You see Robin. You cannot resist this urge. It burns within your veins, and there was no doubt you’d seek to fulfill it again.” Robin heard the loud clank of Slade’s mask hit the floor next to him, and felt that hand once again wrap around his, leading him to a darker form in the dark. “But as you may have guessed Robin,” Said Slade, as he turned Robin to face him, and forced him down to the bed. “There is no escaping this, once it has begun, you will never be satisfied.” Slade’s breath was hot on Robin’s Neck. “You will always need more.” His teeth bared down on robins collar bone and robin gasped loudly falling back onto the bed. He felt Slade’s hand between his legs, and arched his back. “I love seeing you like this,” said Slade as he began to rub Robin hard, breathing in his sounds of pleasure, his pleading. “…so vulnerable…” Robin moaned aloud and opened his legs wider, giving Slade Full access to him, leaving himself helpless under this body of power. Pulling the neck of Robin’s outfit, Slade slipped the expandable material down to Robin’s hips, leaving his chest bare, and still fresh with marks from two nights ago. Running his hand down Robin’s chest, Slade found a tiny nipple, cold and erect. He flicked once to feel Robin’s pulse quicken. “… so… vulnerable…” he said in between breaths as he found the dip in Robin’s collar bone, swirling his tongue in it. Sliding the outfit the rest of the way off, he let Robin catch his breath while he removed his own clothes, then forcefully turned Robin over. Gripping tightly to Robin’s hips he managed to milk a little pre-cum out and leaning down over Robin’s back licked at the tiny crevice of his shoulder blades. As Robin sighed heavily, he ran his fingers between Robin’s cheeks, each time drawing nearer to his opening which leapt shut each time he brushed it.
Reaching down to his own member, Robin brushed his finger over the tip about the same time Slade eased one finger inside of him. He pushed back against Slade’s finger moaning inaudibly. Shuddering as Slade stuck two more fingers in, he continued to brush the tip of his cock, and forgetting to exhale he moaned loudly as Slade removed his fingers. Wrapping his hand around himself he squeezed just as Slade replaced them with his own flesh which in proportion with his body compared to Robin’s seemed about right. Again Robin held his breath as this larger form entered his body and pulsed inside him, shaking the walls within his mentality. Slade did not wait this time for Robin to become acquainted with him, he immediately pulled out disregarding Robin’s pleading and pushed back in, much harder than Robin had hoped.
“Slade!” Robin cried out trying to reach around for him, but when he found Slade’s hand it wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back against Slade’s pelvis. Robin cried out again as Slade surged forth painfully. “Please!.....” Slade again took another thrust into Robin, further this time. “Slow Down, Please!” Robin jumped as he felt Slade again and again abandoning him then reclaiming him more and more each time.
Slade’s voice was harsh in his efforts, “Just wait, Robin….” His nails dug deep into Robin's hips and he felt a sudden sharp pain. Looking around to where Slade’s nails were he found blood slowly dripping from the new wound. Blood was already dripping down Robin’s neck as Slade had scratched at his shoulder earlier. Robin had resorted to smothering his face in the bed to muffle his cries, which eventually turned into moans and grunts. After what seemed like forever he brought his head up from the bed suddenly as white flashed before his eyes. His body suddenly filled with a fire that spread through his veins and up his spine. The white flashes continued with each of Slade’s thrusts. Another hit and this time deeper and seemed to linger, smoldering in robin groin. once again grabbing his cock he squeezed it harder and harder, rubbing up and down, stopping every now and then to see the white light that died each time. Having regained control of his hand again he groped at the covers, gripping them tightly. Slade grabbed under his arms and pulled him up off the bed, up against Slade’ body which shook as he continued to thrust harder and faster into Robin. He wrapped his arms Robin digging his nails into the young pale flesh that glistened with sweat and blood here and there. Robin clasped one hand Slade’s arm keeping the other fastened tightly to his aching member.
Continuing their lustful act, after each had come several times now, Slade now moaned in unison with Robin who was on the verge of his consciousness. His body shook with weakness and he could barely breath let alone moan. Slade’s scratches had become numb feeling on Robin’s skin, and he had to find the head board of the bed to hold onto. Slade too had become to weak to continue and so resorted to leaning against Robin, breathing hard and shuddering when he slowly came, finally, for the forth time. Pulling out of him Slade crawled backwards and sat on the side of the bed, letting his arms lay limp at his sides. Robin fell back from the head board, lying flat on his back. The bed was sill hot, and damp. He breathed so hard for the next few minutes, it was all he could hear. The darkness droned on in his view, and he could tell no difference from the ominous ceiling or the insides of his eyelids.
Once he had awaken, he looked around the hopelessly dark room, for Slade. He could not tell. He didn’t even remember the bed shifting, but it was not tilted, so he guessed Slade may have already left the room. But he did remember Raven’s warning, and leapt to his feet suddenly. Wobbling for a moment, and wincing at the new scrapes and bruises spread across his body, he staggered for the night stand and giving a sigh of relief picked up his communicator and hit the response button. That was all that she needed. Surly she didn’t expect him to give a full detailed report. But she had changed so much that he feared the slight possibility. He quickly pushed the thought out of his head and retrieved his clothes from the floor. Once outside the room he noticed the time on his communicator and dashed up the stairs and out the door into the still moonless night.

to be continued... I promise... And Thank you all for the reviews, I would love suggestions. so if you ever get that critiquing itch,read mine! please!
HEY GUESS WHAT! IT'S OCTOBER 2005~ I'm going to be adding my second chapter soon, I'm waiting for my friends to read and review it first! and I'm afraid it may not live up to the first one, and it may change moods... so i will post it... but beware... hopefully it will fit. 'k gotta go eat, I'm starving, bye bye!
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