Fan Fiction ❯ Devour ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Devour

By: Kitana

Warning: NC-17, not for younger readers. (Though I am one myself, ^~) This is Slade/Robin slash, from the new Teen Titans (ofcourse!). This takes place during the second part of the 'Apprentice' episode, but kind of veers off into what could be called an alternate ending, of sorts.. There will be shota (I suppose.. I mean.. really don't know how old Slade is..), angst, and borderline non-con. >D Enjoy.

Oh, and italics are Robin's thoughts. It's obvious, I know, but.. you know.

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"Well done, Robin." Slade said, as Robin stood in front of him, a black and gold suit. Most part leather, small part metallic. Robin had just stolen a crucial piece to the thermal blaster that Slade was creating. Robin handed Slade the piece wordlessly, anger taking precedence over the feelings of helpless. Attaching the silver-metal piece to the rest of his creation, Slade held up what was to be a thermal blaster. Robin already knew to hold his arm out.

Slade attached the thermal blaster to Robin's right arm. It instantly became a new addition to his already powerful, yet skin-tight 'uniform'. Robin stared at the new weapon momentarily, slightly admiring the weightlessness. Slade chuckled darkly, menacingly. "Come, Robin. There is something for you to do." Inwardly, Robin sighed. Although he had no clue what his next assignment might be, he knew that he must comply. Or risk the other Teen Titans' deaths. Cell-shock, to say the least.

Walking behind Slade, he turned a corner, and down a long corridor. Slade stopped in front of a room, and opened the door. He motioned for Robin to move inside. Robin slid inside the door easily, with Slade close at his back. Too close in fact. The immediate proximity made Robin even more nervous, and sweat dripped down the side of his face.

I don't know how long I can stand this, being Slade's apprentice. I'm learning valuable information, but.. how far can I take this? Robin thought. It was dark inside the room, and a light suddenly flicked on. It was ...

"A bedroom!" Robin exclaimed. You could hardly call it so. A bed, a nightstand, and a large camera disguised as a ceiling light.

"Yes, Robin, a bedroom." Slade replied, rather sarcastically. A slight tinge of amusement. "Why?" Robin asked. "Do not question me, apprentice. Just strip."

Upon hearing these words, Robin stared at Slade, appalled. Who the hell does he think he is? Or who I am, for that matter!

Robin stood there, unmoving. Slade moved closer to him, until they were only inches apart. "Do as I say, Robin." Slade commanded, raising his hand to Robin's face. Robin quickly knocked Slade's hand away from his face. "And if I refuse?" He said, glaring at the 'man' in front of him. "Then your friends," Slade spat the word out. "Will suffer." Robin gritted his teeth, as he was torn on what to do. Keep his friends out of danger and compromise his whole being, or rebel and have the other Teen Titans killed. Slade still had the controller in his grip, and his thumb smoothed over the button threateningly.

Robin saw this, and tried to knock the controller away from Slade, only to have his wrist caught in a hand that felt like steel. Perhaps it was. Instinctually, Robin pushed against Slade, attempting to kick him. "Are you choosing to go against me, Robin? Putting your precious friends' lives on the line?" Still grasping Robin's arm, he threw him onto the bed that was across the room. Robin stared hard at Slade, defiance in his eyes. Slade ignored his looks completely, stalking over to the bed and sitting beside Robin.

"You wanted to know who I am, Robin, so now I will show you.." Slade said, slowly removing the mask from his face. Robin gasped audibly, although he didn't mean to. After the mask, came off the metal armour, leaving a sleek, chisled body beneath. Slade's colourless eyes twinkled. "Strip, Robin. Or else I take you by force, and your comrades still suffer..."

Feeling guilty for giving himself up, he began to take off his clothes. Starting with the mask that covered his blue eyes. The 'uniform', starting with the black turtleneck shirt, metal shoulder pads, arm bands.. then the pants, metal calf and thigh braces.. and the underwear.. slowly he removed what seemed to be the only barrier between him and Slade's penetrating gaze. Slade said nothing, only surveying Robin. Though young, Robin had a very appealing physique. Tanned skin, trim muscles, and so much emotion in his eyes. Hurt, anger, revenge.. you could see it all through his eyes.

Slade moved closer to Robin, and Robin moved away, until he was flat-backed against the headboard of the bed. Slade was in an enviable position. Kneeling over Robin, lips inches away from such a lovely mouth. Slade bent down and kissed Robin, forcing his mouth open. Robin did not respond to the kiss, staying completely still. Slade thought nothing of this, and moved to Robin's neck, suckling and biting like a hungry kitten. Robin's face flushed, and he closed his eyes tightly. I refuse.. I refuse to give in to him. He cannot completely have my body, or my mind.. no matter how much he threaten my friends.. never.

Slade's hands slid up Robin's thighs, to his stomach, and up to his chest. Right above his nipples. His fingers found the small nubs, and began to pinch them. Not roughly, but not gently either. Robin exhaled sharply, pleasure shooting through his body, as he had never been touched like this before. Robin fought the feelings in his groin, trying to force his growing erection back down again. However, Slade's stomach pressing down on it made it no better.

Slade enjoyed toying with Robin, seeing the boy try to fight his hormones. Slade moved away from Robin's neck, leaving it red, to his ear. He licked the shell of his ear, and whispered to Robin. "Tell me how much you're beginning to like this.. apprentice." He said, mockingly. Robin still said nothing, swallowing back the noises he wanted to make. His fists balled up tightly, so tight that his short fingernails dug painfully into the skin of his palm. Slade's mouth moved further down Robin's body, from his ear and neck, to his nipples. Hard, pink, and tasty-looking.

Slade's hands moved downwards as his lips found the nipples his fingers were previously torturing. Slade licked tentatively, testing Robin's reaction. Which was a good one. A small noise escaped Robin, and he bit his bottom lip in an attempt to keep himself from enjoying Slade's advances. Slade chuckled, and left Robin's nipples. His tongue trailed down to his navel, spiraling there briefly.

Robin's erection throbbed under Slade, his resolve fastly withering away. I can't give in. Just a little longer, and it'll be over.. it'll be over.. and I shall have my revenge. Slade's hands seem to know exactly where to touch Robin - the sensitive flesh along the sides of his ribs, his hips and waist, all targets. As Slade made his way down to Robin's erection, Robin softly moaned in half-anticipation. He only had to let his guard down for just a second..

Slade smirked, knowing that Robin would soon let himself enjoy being his 'protege'. Slade moved his right hand down towards Robin's groin, to stroke his cock slightly. Robin gasped, I can't believe that felt so good.. he thought.

Slade's mouth slid smoothly over the tip of Robin's arousal, and stopped, which effectively robbed Robin of coherent thought. Slade's tongue swirled around the head of Robin's member. He moaned louder this time, all care in the world lost. He could only concentrate on the pleasureable sensations in his crotch. Slade glided further down on Robin's erection until he had it completely in his mouth. Robin's breath quickened, and he whined slightly.

Was that me? I can't believe I sound ...

Slade stimulated the head of his penis by relaxing and tensing his throat. Robin groaned and bucked upward, only to have Slade push his hips back down and hold them still.

... Like that!

Slade began to move up and down Robin's cock, eliciting more tantalizing sounds from him. Slade was inwardly laughing; he couldn't believe that he succeded in seeing Robin in one of his most vulnerable states.

Whatever it takes to win.. I will defeat the Teen Titans. This is only the beginning, dear Robin..

Robin cried out as Slade's teeth scraped against his penis - it hurt in such a good way. It only served to make him closer and closer to orgasm. Robin's head thrashed back and forth from the onslaught of new feelings. Robin soon found himself biting on his finger to keep the sounds muffled. Slade could tell that Robin was nearing completion, and he welcome this. With the video camera above, it would be perfect blackmail. No one would even have to know that Slade himself was the one between Robin's legs.

Slade stopped at the top of Robin's member, sucking only on the head. Hot and feverish, Robin felt waves of pleasure ripple up from his groin and his spine, straight up to his head. Robin's final moan sounds more like a growl than anything. As Robin panted, Slade sat up and licked his lips.

"Very good, my apprentice." Slade said, more than a hint of amusement in his voice. Robin was silent, as he was still riding a wave of pleasure. Slade touched one of Robin's nipples slightly, and he jerked. "Sensitive, I see."

"Get dressed, Robin. You have another assignment soon." Slade commanded. With that, Slade gathered his 'armour', and left the room to gather himself. The video camera in the ceiling lamp stopped recording. Robin stared at the wall. He couldn't believe he enjoyed that.

Nightmares for many more nights to come.