Title: Peripheral
Author: Phoenix Skyborne
Fandom: Animated Teen Titans
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Slade/Robin

Summary: It's the same thing he does every night Slade comes to his room...
Disclaimers: DC Comics owns the original characters.

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Another night and Slade was in his bed again.

Robin was flat on his stomach pinned beneath him on his uncomfortable mattress. He could feel the springs digging into his cheek as Slade held his head down with one hand, the other tightly grasping his hip as the man moved against him.

Robin stared blankly out into the dimness of his small room. He focused his gaze on one thing; the object sitting on the wooden table by the bed. On the controller, on the small red button that could so easily end the lives of his friends.

It was the same thing he did every night that Slade came to him. He focused on that one thing and forced everything else to the periphery. It was so close he could reach out and grab it. He had tried once and he had paid for it.

He fisted his hands in the sheets as the angle of the thrusts shifted and despite his efforts to ignore what was happening a strangled-sounding moan worked its way from his throat as Slade hit that spot

And again.

"Unh."

Robin heard a dark chuckle from above him and the boy bared his teeth in a snarl as he attempted to force his arousal away.

If he could just outlast Slade...

A louder groan forced its way out and he could feel himself throb against the mattress and his hips seemed to move of their own free will.

He knew he wouldn't be able to though; the man wouldn't stop until Robin had came, sometimes several times.

Slade had endurance.

Robin hissed through his teeth and whimpered softly, then his body tensed as pleasure surged through his body and he could feel sticky dampness beneath him.

Slade thrust into him a few more times then grinded against him with a grunt. The man withdrew and Robin remained where he was as Slade dressed and retrieved the controller. He left the room without a word or backward glance.

Robin sat up with a disgusted grimace and wiped himself clean on the sheets before wadding them into a ball and tossing them to the floor.

He shuddered faintly and curled on his side, back pressed against the wall as he gradually fell into an uneasy sleep.

--Fin.

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