Fan Fiction ❯ Sweetness ❯ Sweetness! ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Sweetness

By: Kitana

Warnings: NC-17, masturbation, Slade x Robin implied; Robin-solo instead though. This is sort of a sequel to my first fic, 'Devour', which was set in between the 'Apprentice' episodes. This is after that, no real setting. Just a calm night with no activity. This was asked for, so ... Enjoy! ^^ By the way... there's nothing too sweet about this fic. 'Sweetness' is just a random name, actually.

Writing Music: Psycho le Cemu - Genesis, Identity, Justice, Kronos, Long Distance, Murder-Death-Kill, Prism, Remembrance and Sei ~Excalibur~ Ken. (if you like Japanese rock, download it all!!)

Italics are quotes I believe Slade would say/have said to Robin, plus a few from my fic 'Devour'.

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"Robin... dear Robin..."

He could hear the voice of his enemy in his dreams, any situation possible ... the memories of Slade bled through. The helplessness. Many nights he awoke, sweaty and hot. This was another one of those nights.

"Tsk, tsk, Robin..."

Robin sat up in his bed, eyes closed. The tank top and boxers he slept in were saturated with sweat and the scent of his extreme arousal. He slid from under the sheets effortlessly, his eyes still closed. This was part of his mental training, and it served for two purposes. To calm his raging hormones, and to test his memory skills. He'd memorized the placement of furniture in his room, and could move swiftly through it if necessary.

"Well done, Robin..."

He walked into the ad jointed bathroom, flicking the light on. He stood there for a moment, waiting for the light to stop hurting under his eyelids. Then he opened them. Blue orbs fixated on the oversize tub just a few steps away. He had taken a bath earlier as a nightly ritual, but that did not stop him from running another bath. He took off the dampened clothes, throwing them into a small piles the door, which he also closed in almost the same motion.

"It's useless to fight, my young friend..."

Robin walked and looked into the mirror above the sink. He looked like a normal teenager. "What is it that Slade sees in me?" Robin asked himself, knowing he couldn't answer. "It can't be my personality ... he doesn't know a damn thing about me. Not my body ... there's plenty of other boys with similar physiques," He ran a hand down the side of his neck and it rested on his shoulder. "I just don't know! For once... I don't know."

"Do not question me, apprentice..."

Glancing to the side, he noticed the water running in the tub. He strolled over to the tub, as it was close to running over. Turning off the nozzle, he tentatively stepped inside, before easing into the warm water. It felt hot and sent tingles through his body. Robin since had many thoughts after that one night he lost his will. Since then, an endless obsession. He jumped at the chance to battle Slade. To erase the memory of his vulnerability. To prove himself worthy of a nemesis of such caliber.

"You are much like me, Robin..."

Robin slid lower into the tub until only his nose and eyes were above water level. "I must be twisted," He said aloud. "Dreaming and fantasizing about something that would, normally, be deeply perturbing..." The dark-haired boy reached up towards a rack of wash cloths, pulling one down and dunking it into the warm, clear water. "Such morbid eroticism."

"This is only the beginning..."

Thinking about his rival, if he could call him such, only served to bring his hormones to a raging peak. Robin tried everything to will his erection away, including recalling Beast Boy's incessant chatter about tofu world records. Tofu, of all edible substances in the world. None of it worked. All he had left was to completely ignore it. And that he did.

"It is you, Robin, who I have chosen..."

The slender Titan rubbed the cloth over his face and neck, then over his arms, chest and legs. He overlooked his crotch entirely. His erection throbbed every time he came near it, and it began to wear on him. He didn't want to give in again. He wanted to refuse all of the erotic images that came to him. Not just the oral sex.. but the eventual anal sex. His moans and whines, pleads and the entrapment in his lust. No one would see him, but himself; and that is what made him reluctant.

"Sensitive, I see..."

Ever since he had awakened from his sleep, Slade's various words echoed in his head. Some sensual, some not. Robin felt a familiar heat rise within him, and it made him feel wild. Carnal. He had to satisfy this, and satisfy it now. His heart beat faster, his normally peach skin flushed deeply as he touched himself. His whole body slicked with water made it so easy, and was a new feeling. His right hand stroked his arousal rapidly, as his other hand went to rubbing his nipple.

"Tell me how much you're beginning to like this... apprentice..."

Robin bit his lip and rocked back and forth into his own hand, sloshing water out of the tub. He pinched his nipple repeatedly until it was a bright red; such a pretty colour. He squeezed and rubbed his erection until he could stand it no longer and the pleasure consumed him. Robin relaxed reflexively after his orgasm, feeling relieved. The result of his 'play' mixed into the water, resembling a sort of cream coloured foam. Robin took the cloth he had been using and wiped himself clean, before stepping out of tub and draining the bath water. He moved over to the mirror again, and looked at himself.

The sight of the pink blush spread across his face only served to torment him. A reminder of his budding sexuality being cruelly exploited. Still wet, Robin walked out of the bathroom and turned off the light. He walked across his room and laid in his bed. Staring at the ceiling, a teardrop rolled down his face.

"Yes, know pain. The world is quite unfair..."