Note: the revising of this chapter only applies to the A/N in the end...

A/N: Well, it's soon one AM here in Sweden… I felt I had to try to finish the story before getting my hands on the Harry Potter book tomorrow… Finish it? Yeah, maybe… check the A/N in the end… I have just printed all 14 chapters of loopylouise123's "Never broken" as a treat for working this late, but now I will probably fall asleep somewhere in the middle… the beginning was promising though so I might not get much sleep tonight. Thank you Loopy. Really. ;o)

Well… here goes then… Gosh… I'm nervous! A good girl like me should not be writing slash! Shame on me! (planning to blame an evil twin if the reviews are bad…) ;o)

Disclaimer: You know the drill…

Stroke

The intensity of the kiss threw Robin of guard for a moment and he kept absolutely still. Slade, as a warning to the boy to pay attention, nipped at his bottom lip. This brought Robin out of the trance and he started answering the kiss in earnest. He didn't have much experience kissing… Only Starfire once or twice and those feathery lip-to-lip touches had done nothing to prepare him for this… fortunately Slade was as great a teacher as he prided himself to be and Robin, being a star pupil, soon caught on.

His hands were still entangled in Slade's hair but the left one now slid around the mans neck while the right started to travel down the face again, discovering Slade's short coarse beard… and… something else… Robin realized that even though the man's mask was off he had still focused his eyes on the left side of Slade's face… it was a habit. A very important one, as any glint in that blue-grey eye could, possibly, hint at Slade's next move in a battle. But now, then his fingers brushed against something he couldn't identify, his curiosity peaked. He broke the kiss, he needed air badly anyway, to study Slade's face closer. He had an eye patch! Robin couldn't help himself and reached for it. Slade yanked his face away and frowned down at the inquisitive boy.

"How did you loose your eye?" Robin asked, refusing to be intimidated by the man's stare. He was, after all, positioned beneath him wearing close to nothing… He had passed "scared" a long while back and had come out the other end…

Slade surprised Robin with a smile.

"Well, that's a rather long story…"

"Don't bother, then." interrupted Robin and reached up for another kiss. He wanted to know, though. Just not right now. His interest in Slade's past was purely to gather information for his files; it was not like he actually cared! Certainly not! Slade could have lost his eye being the poster-boy for "don't run with scissors" when he was little or something, it didn't matter to Robin in the least. No way.

Slade sighed and shook his head before letting the boy have what he wanted. The man had certainly gotten more than he had bargained for this time. Not that he was complaining, mind you! If he could just teach the boy some manners too, everything would be perfect. He had to find Ivy after this… to thank her. The woman was brighter than he had given her credit for.

His mouth left the boy's lips and started a trail down his jaw and neck. Kissing and nipping he coaxed sounds from Robin like he never heard before. Slade let his hand join in on the fun as well. One arm held him up over the boy (no sense in crushing his new toy after all) while the other started exploring his chest, finding a nipple. A very sensitive nipple judging by the reaction… he let his lips travel down further, catching the other one in his mouth. Robin moaned even louder, curving his back.

"Slade…!"

Ahhh… music to his ears. Slade started teasing the boy by kissing around the sensitive area. Robin's hands pushed down on Slade's head, willing him to go back to his nipples again but here Slade drew the line. He supported himself on his knees, forcefully yanking Robin's hands of him and holding them down. He then did return to the nipple but only to give it a sharp pinch and a tug with his teeth. He had to show Robin that his patience for the boy's insolence only reached so far. Robin let out a small cry and stared wide eyed down at the man.

"Because of that little stunt you just pulled I'm not going to go any lower." Slade informed him with, what Robin thought, was an evil smile. "Actually I think it's time for you to do some of the work!". Slade rolled off Robin completely and stretched lazily out on his back next to the boy.

Robin almost panicked as the skin contact was broken. The plant's effect on his body was not quite as powerful as back on the roof, but he still needed that contact. Badly. He rolled after the man quickly, ending up almost on top of him. Now it was Robin's turn to frown down at Slade. He hadn't forgotten his sore nipple, and he did not like to be disciplined by his enemy.

"I still hate you, you know!" he snarled down at the man. Slade only chuckled.

Not the reaction I was expecting…

"You do, do you?"

"Yes, and-" Slade grabbed Robin by the back of his head, pulled him down and interrupted him with a hungry kiss. Robin wasn't finished, though, and as soon as Slade let him get a gasp of air he tried to continue.

"Don't you think I realize what is happening?" Robin yelled, "if it w-mmph-!"

Slade just had to interrupt him again.

"This drug will wear off and –umm!"

And again.

"I will get back at-mmmf!"

Slade was beginning to tire of the game, and it seemed Robin agreed.

"Stop!" the boy managed to get out.

"As you wish." Slade agreed. "I'll just leave you alone now, how about that?"

"What?! No, you can't!"

"And why is that Robin?"

"Be- because… I'll die! The drug.."

"Oh, you won't die, Robin… you might be very uncomfortable for a few hours but it's not lethal. Try again."

He looked down on the boy sprawled across his chest, noticing to his amusement that Robin actually tried to hold him down, holding on to him like he was drowning and Slade was a piece of driftwood.

"Because… because I don't want you to…" Robin finally confessed, pleading eyes meeting his.

"That's better." Slade nodded. "Now, shouldn't you get to work?"

Robin hesitated. Biting his lip he wondered where to begin. He decided to start with Slade's neck, as he gotten good results there in the past. He copied Slade's moves, working his way down to the man's nipples. A fleeting thought of revenge passed the boy's mind when his lips met the hardened bud but Slade's voice put a stop to that.

"I just want you to know that whatever you decide to do, I will return the favor. With interest." Slade said dryly. Robin couldn't decide if it was supposed to be a threat or a promise, but decided against trying to leave any lasting marks.

Robin noticed that Slade's chest hair ended in a thin strand growing all the way down over his stomach, beyond his navel and down further towards… Robin's hand's trailing the path suddenly hit fabric. He cursed quietly to himself. Slade still had his pants on!

"Are you going to help me with this?" Robin asked impatiently and gestures to Slade's trousers.

"What's the magic word, Robin?"

"I don't know? Abracadabra?" Robin grinned. Slade just looked at him and the boy sighed. "All right, please?"

Slade nodded and lifted his thighs slightly of the bed allowing Robin to pull the pants all the way down and letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. Spotting the remains of his own clothes tossed all across the room he looked back at Slade's relaxed form.

"I should have cut them off."

"Oh, you will have many opportunities to do that in the future if you are in a hurry.." Slade smirked.

"Don't count on it." Robin replied, but without any real strength behind the words. He was too occupied by Slade's underwear. His slightly pointed underwear. Running his hands up the man's thighs he haltered at the waistband, looking up at Slade for permission.

"Go ahead, Robin" Slade nodded reassuringly. That was all the encouragement he needed. Getting rid of Slade's underwear in a rush he reached out for the semi-hard shaft. The influence of the plant that had seemed to be dwindling lately was now back with a vengeance. As his fingers grazed the silky surface Robin's body seemed to burst into fire, urging him on. He could hear a soft gasp from Slade; he probably felt the effect as well.

Robin didn't know much about cock sizes. As every teen boy he was interested, though… what was too small? Too big? The right shape? He had snuck enough peeks in teen magazines by now to know that he had nothing to worry about, but the size of the grown man's cock in front of him made him worry… worry and yearn. Craving more Robin started stroking Slade's erection and suddenly felt his head being pushed down. Unable, and maybe unwilling, to withstand Slade's hand pressing down on him Robin complied. His lips met the head of Slade's cock creating a new eruption of bliss from the plant toxins making Robin gasp. Not being one to waste an opportunity Slade pushed down some more, making the head and a part of the shaft of his tool disappear into the boy's mouth.

Robin again found himself trying to learn a new skill very, very quickly. Trying not to choke he used his lips, tongue and hands trying to bring as much pleasure to his enemy, and at the same time himself, as he could.

As suddenly as he was pushed down he was yanked up by his hair again. Slade dragged him roughly up towards him, rolling him over on his stomach in the process. He had waited long enough. Keeping the boy in place by putting his own weight on top of him he leans into the boy and whispers in his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now Robin." he lets the boy know.

"mm-hmm" Robin mumbles incoherently. Slade doesn't care if it is a protest or an approval, but he gets a pretty good idea when the boy arches his back and presses his ass against his crotch. Slade reaches for Robin's underwear ripping them to pieces. Shoving a pillow underneath the boy, raising his bottom in the air to make sure he has a good access he uses his own saliva as lubrication.

Robin cries out in surprise as one of Slade's fingers enters him, stretching and bending. More saliva and one more finger makes the boy dig his fingers into the mattress and whimper. As the fingers are removed something else takes their place. Something much bigger. Slick with Robins own spit the head presses slowly against him. Feeling the boy tense Slade pulls Robin up slightly by his hips and reaches beneath him. When Robin feels the man's hand on his groin he throws his head back and screams in pleasure. While his body is occupied with this new surge of ecstasy Slade suddenly pushes his hips forward, sinking in to the hilt.

Robin's scream of pleasure is abruptly cut of, and he is gasping for air, trying to get to grips with this new feeling. He is absolutely full. He has, naturally, never felt anything like this before and he is surprised that there isn't much pain at all. Robin silently thanks the poison in his blood, as it makes sure he is constantly on a new pleasure trip.

"God!" he manages. "Slade, you… I…god…Aaah!" Slade starts moving slowly inside him, only adding to the pleasure until Robin feels like he cannot stand it any more. He pushes back, trying to quicken the pace, but instead Slade stops completely. Again the man leans down over him, stroking Robin's body with one hand.

"Slade… please!" Robin is desperate. He needs this to be over. It is just too much.

"Do you want me to continue, Robin?"

"Yeh… yes, Slade"

"You only have to ask…"

"I am! Please!"

"Oh Robin... " Slade purrs "You know what to call me…"

The bastard! The bloody bastard!

Robin shakes his head, sobbing. "No!" He can't, he just can't!

"No? Well, your loss, my boy…" Slade slowly pulls away.

Robin, screaming, thrusts himself back against Slade who holds his position, waiting for what he knows will come.

Robin hangs his head, silently cursing his tormentor for denying him his pleasure. He knows he has been beaten.

"Master…" he whispers. "Please fuck me, Master…"

"Oh, if you insist…" Slade laughs, thanking his lucky stars for his self control as he starts thrusting into the boy, faster and harder with every stroke. Robin is crushed into the mattress. Lost in an avalanche of pleasure Robin doesn't care, though. Feeling Slade's hand on his cock again he finally reaches his goal, and a few strokes later so does Slade.

They collapse, Slade is still inside Robin. The boy is exhausted and when blackness wells up inside him he gladly sinks into it, hoping for rest and peace.

Robin slowly awakes. Stretching lightly he slowly open his eyes. He goes stiff. Something is wrong! Where is he?! It all comes back to him in a flash and he stifles a terrified cry bolting out of the bed. A strong arm shoots out from under the covers, catching him around his waist and pulls him back.

"Where do you thing you are going?" Slade's voice is amused but laced with a sharp, warning edge.

"Let me go! Let me-"

Robin is pulled against Slade's body, the man's hands caressing the boy's stomach and chest. The last of the plant essence comes to life, making Robin moan and relax, leaning into the man behind him and closing his eyes. A sudden thought made his eyes snap open again.

Please, let it be the plant doing this… please…?

The end?

A/N: I think this is the last chapter in this story… I'm NOT saying that 'cause I want anyone to beg me to continue, I am just ok with ending the story here… I don't want to carry on with a story for ever without an ending in sight and I think I have explored the things I wanted to with these chapters… I won't put a definite end to it just yet, but I'm going to write something else in between first… You want to continue it? You are most welcome! (check my Bio for more info!).

Please make a poor girl happy and take the time to review!

Revised:

A/N 2: Yeah. I know that was what I said. I admit it. But the fact is that mere minutes after posting the chapter a conversation between Raven and Robin came to me… I liked it, so I wrote it down… and then another idea came to me… and another, and… Yeah. The result is that the story WILL continue. But, because it will no longer be about the plant and its effects (well… not as such, as the effect has, presumably, worn off) I will start another story. Its working title is "Terms of endearment". There are several chapters, often quite a bit longer then these have been. And it will still be slash. Fluff-warning is issued, but the day I let Slade buy Robin flowers or something I encourage you to shoot me dead. I then do not deserve to live… ;o) (God, I really hope no one has actually written a story were that happens! In that case: sorry. YOU don't deserve to die, surely).

I hope you will follow me down this road too, I really do… The first chapter will be posted sometime later this week.