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sladistic‌:

humiliation has turned to ANGER . time to get to the point - and slade seems to have REMEMBERED the reason he’s here . ‘ romans fuck plenty , ’ slade says . ‘ we just don’t ADVERTISE it everywhere we can . ‘ romans have a certain DECORUM about them , but slade’s LYING if he says that the kids at camp jupiter aren’t just as horny and careless as the kids at camp HALF-BLOOD . they had to hand out CONDOMS . slade was getting letting addie ride him every other NIGHT .

slade moves in . a HAND on tim’s bicep , then to his shoulder , something that could be considered PLATONIC if the circumstances were any different . his eye takes in tim’s face, his BODY , lingering pointedly on his CROTCH  before flicking back up to his face . ‘ which is why we’re HERE . ’ he moves CLOSER , hand DIGGING into tim’s HAIR . it’s soft , almost , could REMIND him of something else … if he cared to think about that now , with the boy’s BODY so close to him .

tim’s mouth goes DRY at the implication - the rest of him , however , doesn’t , the low heat that’s been burning in his gut FLARING as he feels himself get slick , clenching wantonly around nothing . slade CAN’T be serious - tim is - GODS , he almost whines when slade buries his fingers in his hair , but he stops himself , just looks up at the man , stunned . there’s no way in hades - he’s got to be FUCKING with tim, had to have noticed how tim gets when they’re in close quarters , maybe smelled how SOAKED tim gets after a good fight with slade - FUCK . does he know how tim rubs his clit RAW in the showers , wishing slade would turn a pin into a chance to hold tim down and USE HIM ?

NO . this isn’t happening . he turns his head away from slade’s GRIP, shoulders tight , even as his cunt aches to be filled . slade’s such a MOUNTAIN of a man - his cock is probably proportional , long and thick - “ don’t play MIND GAMES with me, slade . ”

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sladistic‌:

‘ i’m not interested in games , ’ slade says , suddenly low and rough . his eye GLINTS in the light of the cabin , moving in until there’s only a centimeter between them . not QUITE touching . he laughs a little at tim’s SUSPICION . has he been lead to believe he’s so undesirable that anyone who propositions him must be JOKING ? tim’s not ugly , but he’s practically DESPERATE to have slade take him . slade can nearly taste the boy’s desperation on his tongue . fucking him is probably doing them both a favor - helping him concentrate a little more on his TRAINING .

he’s not INTERESTED in tim sitting here pretending he doesn’t want this. he may as well have been BEGGING for it the whole time . ‘ would you rather i LEAVE? ‘ the leave is loaded with too much meaning. not only the cabin - but TIM himself , though of course slade NEVER would over this . it hasn’t even been an OPTION , because tim practically oozes his want for slade all over the fucking place . a HAND grabs at his thigh , small and muscled under slade’s FINGERS , drifting up .

the little LAUGH makes tim flush , though not like slade’s hand on his thigh , the way his fingers creep towards the wet heat between tim’s legs . he swallows thickly when slade threatens to leave - he CAN’T - he WOULDN’T - tim makes a split - second decision , pressing his legs CLOSED but closing the gap between himself and slade , a hand pressed to his cock as tim rises on his toes to KISS the older man .

he’s still AFRAID of letting slade know the truth , but if slade wants tim to SATISFY him , well , he can do that without needing to undress . he will say , it’s quite GREEK of slade , wanting to take his young student like this .

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obedicnt‌:

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he finds him in the entryway of the penthouse, just in front of the elevator . the boy in front of him looks a little strange - but more importantly , he’s unfamiliar, and hasn’t been seen around recently.

the newcomer is watched by a small form behind one of the ostentatious pillars, eyes narrowing in slight confusion. he’s not meant to be here - he wasn’t told that he was going to be here . except he’s not told anything, because his master’s business is important, and not worth talking about with something like him .

he walks out to see . the new boy has dark hair and blue eyes - not like master’s ; deeper and somehow warmer, even reflecting the ocean in them . the old boy opens his mouth to speak , to ask , and then closes it again , still staring in a seeming daze , empty eyes taking the world in with little behind them . he’s not allowed to speak ; shouldn’t be speaking . his master is angry with him for speaking out of turn . he’s going to be good .

tim really didn’t expect to get this far - going from following the batman to tracking down his missing robin , trailing after a notorious , dangerous mercenary when he should’ve probably (definitely) been at school , and then , the most absurd thing of all - that the man in the hotel lobby had believed tim was the very boy he was looking for , and gave him access to slade wilson’s private room . and to see him , well , tim understands - pale skin , black hair , eyes so , so blue. it really is him .

“ dick ? dick grayson ? ” he asks softly , stepping closer slowly , like approaching a frightened animal . tim clutches the strap of his camera where it’s tucked under his jacket , clinging to something familiar in uncharted territory . “ is that you ? ”

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gothamsbird‌:

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where did things go wrong?

dick always seemed to ask himself that whenever it came to issues revolving around tim. it could go all the way back to the beginning, when they met, or when nightwing refused to take partnership with batman thus forcing tim to take on the roll of robin. either way, dick blamed himself for every incident that followed afterwards. all the misfortunes, all the trouble that came along with bearing the identity of ‘robin’ once upon a time. 

being in bludhaven didn’t change that. guilt always followed no matter how far he tried to run away from it all. of course he still kept in contact with bruce, things were better between them now at least. all that thought wiped from his head when he finally sees the group of people he’s been following meeting up. some sort of drug deal. nightwing has been monitoring these people for weeks, and it was just now that the meeting would take place.

a heavy sigh left his lips as he stood from his hiding spot, preparing to reveal his location when an unexpected figure showed. ‘tim’ once more he felt the familiar clutch within his chest. he had to do it. with that, nightwing flew down, stopping the meeting before it could begin. taking out the gangs weren’t hard, in fact it took a little more than five minutes and soon he was left face to face with the one that’s been on his mind. 

“why are you in bludhaven?”

despite dick’s insistence that tim’s decisions are on him , a failure he could have prevented , tim doesn’t think that . he tries not to think about that at all , honestly : it’s in the past , even if dick refuses to leave it there . tim can’t say he’s innocent in letting it continue , though , not when he keeps ending up in bat territory for work . he gets the feeling he and nightwing will cross paths the moment he agrees to this information gathering job , but he takes it anyways - it can’t be too complicated.

and it turns out not to be , not when dick turns up right on time to break up the meeting , taking out the two groups tim is here to steal intel from . well . that makes tim’s job much easier . he drops lightly to the floor among bound or unconscious goons , picking his way through and grabbing a few phones to copy files from , hardly acknowledging the vigilante as he watches his program trawl for data - useful or not , it all goes to his employer .

“ work . ” he almost wants to ask dick why else he thinks tim would be here , but the hurt looks dick gives him when he gets short with the man are . . . tiring . he doesn’t move to leave - oh please don’t turn this into a fight - and tim glances across the room at dick , brow raised . “ you have time to stop and chat ? slow night . i’m flattered , though . one on one attention from nightwing . ” okay , so he’s still a little bit of a jerk .

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gothamsbird‌:

just because dick was concerned with the men earlier didn’t mean he missed the sight of tim grabbing something from the unconscious beings. that was enough to gain suspicion from the elder as he took a step closer towards tim. even through his domino mask, there was still the expression of hurt written all over his expression, which he tried so hard to hide in front of the younger. 

a flinch occurred at tim’s words. no matter how many times they’ve seen each other and exchanged conversation, it never ceased to get a reaction from him. though soon his expression of hurt, concern, and even sadness was replaced by something more stern. brows furrowing. “what did you take?” he couldn’t let tim leave with whatever he came here for. he had to stop the younger at all cost. especially when tim had entered his territory. 

“i can’t let you leave so soon now, timmy.” the words were followed by small show as he pulled out his escrima sticks, swinging them around between his fingers before holding one out towards the direction of shikra. seconds passed and he charged at him, moving to throw a punch at the other. “i told you before, i’m not giving up on you.”

his program finishes copying and wiping the first man’s phone , and tim holds it up , wiggling it slightly at dick before tossing it back on its owner’s chest . “ don’t get your feathers ruffled , i’m putting them back , ” he murmurs , plugging into the next one . he’s not putting everything back , of course , but dick doesn’t know that from the view tim gives him - all you can see is the hardware is still intact . in his peripherals , he watches dick approach , the change in his face from hurt to determination . DAMN IT .

tim tucks the ones he still needs to steal the data from into the pockets of his coat , removing his hand with his staff instead , extending it with a spin and an eerie whistle before gripping it two - handed . he knows dick is the better fighter - he’s been training for longer , his flexibility and his reach are better - but tim doesn’t need to win . he just needs time , and ONE good opening to find his rhythm , and then he’s gone .

“ SHIKRA , ” tim corrects , “ and you’re going to get TIRED of that commitment eventually . ” he’s made his point , and dick is - well , not done talking , knowing nightwing , but done standing still . he side - steps the punch , twirling two quick strikes at dick’s arm and legs that he doesn’t need to land - he’s just trying to put DISTANCE between them , draw this out and not get caught .

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sladistic‌:

slade moves his HIPS into the boy’s hand , ALREADY half-hard - it doesn’t take much , now that addie has made him FOREVER YOUNG , and sex is one of the few areas he’s grateful for that. fucking and fighting . his two PREFERRED activities . stubble scratches as he grabs at the boy’s HAIR , forcing him to bend back and follows his LEAD , here , biting at his lip hard enough to draw BLOOD . oh , he’s been staring at tim’s body for a long , long time , longer than he’d even realized , most LIKELY . this is what he’d wanted ; to finally have him . a hand pushes past his clenched thighs without even NOTICING , figuring it was him trying to hide a hard-on . his fingers almost COVER tim’s crotch , groping obscenely , and he EXPECTS to find a cock straining against the fabric -

except now he’s pulling back a little , saliva stringing between them , slick on the fingers he digs further into tim’s crotch . ‘ what the hell , kid ? ’

tim can’t say he’s SURPRISED by slade’s roughness , the sting of his lip splitting and the salt of his own blood in his mouth making tim shudder - he shouldn’t get off on that , but here he is . well , to a point - the hand in his hair is GOOD , but the way slade forces his hand into tim’s crotch , GRABBING and DIGGING his fingers in harshly , makes his stomach churn in discomfort and douses his arousal with ICE WATER , even more so when slade SPEAKS UP .

“ get OFF me , ” tim snaps , both hands going to slade’s wrist to try and SHOVE his hand off . this is why he doesn’t fuck around with anyone his age - because it’s no one’s BUSINESS what’s going on under his clothes . and he can’t imagine SLADE is going to be any better about it , probably WORSE , based on his age and general lack of DECENCY or KINDNESS . “ i’ll - get you off , BLOW YOU or whatever , just - don’t touch me . ” he can’t even meet slade’s EYE as he says it .

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obedicnt·:

ren doesn’t know . if he doesn’t want to call him the kinds of things slade does , he wants to call him something else . ren thinks that’s allowed . he’s been called other things , by other people , and slade hasn’t minded . but this is different . it’s not somebody slade brought . unless he sent him here ? it’s all so confusing . ren doesn’t know what to do with the visitor . he doesn’t act like anyone else . it makes him rub his thumb against the nameplate of his collar , the one that says slade’s .

he doesn’t want to disappoint him . ‘ master will be back soon . ’ that’s what slade said a long time ago , but if slade says it’s soon , it will be soon . ‘ i’ll ask him ? ‘ he’s not sure why tim is asking him . nobody else does . he doesn’t know what to do . tim should be talking to slade , not him .

fear grips tim for a moment . no . not slade . he can’t come back yet . he can’t know tim was even here , not with what tim has on his camera , with all the things tim knows that nobody else listens to him about . he has a feeling that slade would be the one person to believe tim , and that’s the last thing he wants .

he swallows thickly , looking at the collar dick touches, the name engraved on it that makes tim’s stomach turn , and he slowly lifts his camera . “ do you mind if i take pictures of you , sae ? you’re really handsome . ” and he is , even if he’s all broken - tim doesn’t ever think he’ll stop being in love with dick grayson , honestly . but more than that , he wants evidence , proof that he’d seen dick and knows who has him and that it is him .

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tim’s shaking . he’s … upset , very . still showing it so easily ? after just a few words ? slade reminds himself of the flaw , makes a note to teach him more about just how harsh he can be . just how harsh the world can be . how’s tim supposed to survive it like THIS ?

but that’s for later , because right now slade is murmuring ‘ good ‘ and his lips are widening in a viper’s grin and his fangs are digging , metaphorically and literally , into tim’s bottom lip as he pulls him forward . as he gets harder with tim against him - so small , really , but lithe and wired and tense in between his arms . and the pretty thing has a cunt , already wet under slade’s fingers . perfectly wet . he rubs it through the fabric just to tease and then his fingers are pushing through the boy’s pantline and through the hair there to get at it . a thick finger slipping between the lips , not quite going inside , just calmly stroking and moving , pushing deeper to let his thumb find the clit .

to get him out of whatever the hell kind of funk he’s in right now , and reminder him all the pleasures of life have to offer him . not to mention getting started soon , because while there is still a lot of time before the campfire ends , slade’s keeping perfect track of it in his head anyways . just to make sure they don’t get caught .

he knows , it’s his fatal flaw , his sensitivity about his gender , but he’s more than willing to let his focus slip away from that when slade is pressed up against him , the hardness of his cock and his arms and his teeth as they dig into tim’s lip . a gasp leaves him , lets slade into his mouth , and his back arches to press closer , whining as slade rubs him through his layers and clenching down again , cunt pulsing eagerly . he wants more , the feeling of slade’s calloused finger sliding between his lips , against his soft , hot folds , clit throbbing as slade rubs it .

fingers dig into slade’s hair as tim’s hips roll against his hand , hot slick dripping from his hole as tim kisses him like he doesn’t need air , hungry and wanting . it feels good - so good - he wants the thick fingers inside him , trying to focus on this , NOW , instead of anything else . anything else but the press of slade’s cock at his hip , that is , tim’s hand finding it and stroking him through his pants again . fuck . he’s so fucking hot , even through the fabric .

“ slade . . . ” it’s a groan , breathed into slade’s mouth as tim tries to grind down on slade’s hand , wanting to press down on his fingers despite knowing he’s only fucked himself with his own fingers , far smaller than slade’s , but his pussy aches for more .

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gothamsbird·:

dick knew better than to underestimate tim, he’s seen tim fought- even fought side by side with him when he was still batman’s sidekick. even at that age tim was already exceptionally skilled and now he knew that any mistake could give tim an advantage. the whistle was more than enough to cause dick to feel wary. what was he trying to do? was he trying to call for someone? an escape plan maybe? or maybe tim just wanted to fuck with his mind by doing so.

nightwing could not allow that to happen. no matter the distance tim would put between them dick was going to close the gap and try to bring tim to his senses. whatever senses that was. what was he trying to hope for? that tim could forgive bruce? that would never happen. that tim could possibly ever look at him and not have some sort of disdained written all over his feature? maybe. he just wanted things to be different between them. the guilt riled him up to the point where he should’ve been able to dodge the hits yet he didn’t. 

fuck. this time he charge at tim with intent to slam him against the wall behind him. with intent to stop him from leaving again. he wasn’t going to allow the younger to leave yet. not until he was done talking. “it’s been years and i’ve yet to grow tired, shikra. fuck you if you think im like batman.” 

the whistle is his staff , a divot carved in one end that makes it sing when he swings it , and it’s meant to do just what it did - throw people off . he’s learned just enough from his lady to read the discomfort it causes in dick , and it puts a touch of a smile on his face as watches dick intently . his hits landing is a shock , but he’ll take it - he knows he should probably take it further , knock dick out or use his blade , but he doesn’t - if he can just leave , he’ll be fine -

dick charges him while he’s trying to work out an escape , slamming him into the wall , tim’s staff blocking dick’s sticks even as the older man’s sheer size advantage pins him down . his teeth grit , elbows in tight , trying to avoid letting dick get at the phones he still needs to rip data from , but otherwise letting this happen . if letting dick talk will give tim a chance to stall until he has what he needs , he’s fine with that . it’s not going to do much - tim had been done the moment he realized bruce’s crusade was self - centered , that his deeds were meant to save himself , and that tim was there to enable him . if that was heroism , he’d take shiva’s way .

“ i know you’re not him ,” he snaps back - just the fact that dick won’t let tim go says volumes about how much dick cares , about what being nightwing means to him - he’s got a heart that tim has always admired , but that doesn’t change the reality of things between them now . “ i’ve never thought you were , n . ”

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obedicnt·:

of course he has to apologize . he’s done something wrong . disappointed him , told him something he didn’t want to hear . and robin’s sorry , even if tim doesn’t think he needs to apologize . tim is a name . slade is a name . he’s only renegade some of the time , eyes widening to see more even as he doesn’t move back . tim doesn’t look like he wants to hurt him . and ren is bored and sad and tired without his master around .

and he should be answering questions . ren doesn’t mind the camera , really , he knows he’s had plenty of pictures taken of him before . doesn’t quite remember when . but knows that he has .

there are too many names . and not enough . master slade has a name , he knows , and so does billy , and so do slade’s associates , and so does tim . ren doesn’t know his name . he doesn’t think he has one . it’s something you call people , isn’t it ? renegade is what he wants to say , but he was told it was a title . not a name . what is he called ? most ; normally ?

‘ slut , ’ is what he says , plaintively , truthfully , eyes drifting to the side and down so he doesn’t have to look , just enough shame left in him to have some idea that what he’s saying is wrong .

anger overwhelms sadness for a moment , and tim has to dig a thumbnail into the side of his index finger , the pain giving him something to focus on so he can calm down . this is fine . it’s not fine , but tim is going to fix it . he has to fix it . it’s going to be okay .

tim’s not sure he’ll be okay if it’s not .

“ i’m kinda not supposed to use that word , ” he admits , giving dick a little smile . “ my housekeeper yells at me when i say crap . how about ... sae ? ” still starts with an s , but it’s kinder - just bird in korean . who knows if dick knows the language , but tim will take a compromise , and it’s better than watching dick be sad and uncomfortable when tim uses a name he doesn’t recognize .

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slade wants to rub the bridge of his nose . the kid’s touchy , alright . nowhere near as touchy as joey was . he lets go of the back of his neck , but his hand clamps down on his forearm again . he is not letting this go . for one , tim is misunderstanding everything . ‘ you’re not a little boy , boy . you’re fighting and dying and practically all grown up . better at fighting than most people older than you . got potential . besides , you want to fuck me . ’

‘ and , i came here expecting you to have a cock , for fuck’s sake . i don’t give a shit . is that what you want ? ’ it’s almost a real question ; slade’s not sure . with addie it was easier , because he knew her so well . now tim’s running out on something he’s wanted for months for … god knows what reason . besides , it’d be boring if he laid down . doesn’t even look like a girl . might do a number on slade’s brain to fuck him , but his cock is all for it .

tim’s shoulders are trembling without his permission , but he can’t make them stop - he’s worked up now , anger and shame and arousal all muddled , and he doesn’t know what to DO . he hates to admit that slade’s right , that he does want this , and he hates even more that his insecurity has managed to turn what could’ve been simple and good into a mess . there’s heat behind his eyes and tim is quick to shut them , refusing to let himself cry over something like this . it’s weak . it’s pathetic . he WON’T .

he might . he doesn’t know . slade’s words don’t really help anything , but tim is wired and upset and he really does want slade to fuck him , to make him stop thinking so fucking loud . maybe slade can make it all STOP for a while , the way he does when they’re fighting , giving tim a singular focus , of getting better and pleasing him , to wipe away everything else . a shuddery little breath escapes him , opening his eyes when he’s pretty sure he’s SAFE from any errant tears . “ okay . fine . ”

there’s still an uncomfortable , unhappy clench in his guts , but hopefully having slade’s cock there instead will loosen it .

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he’s humiliated , but still whining under slade’s touch . he’s even turning red , literally . slade has to raise an eyebrow . of course he’s transgender , slade should’ve guessed , the way he never takes off his shirt or goes swimming at all . he wants to … hide it , how he’d turned into a man . shouldn’t there be magic for shit like that ? slade’s not sure . doesn’t know much . he’s at risk of losing him over this , apparently , ‘ doesn’t matter if you’re some kind of queer , kid , i’ve seen worse . ’

‘ besides , ’ slade clamps his hand back down on tim’s shoulder . he’s already half-hard , has to find a way to keep him here . make his job less difficult . ‘ this just makes it better . ’ he stops the ROUGH grab , starts trying to press between the lips , fingers outside the fabric , probing in a way he knows feels good . adeline , for all her faults , taught him well .

sure , there’s MAGIC for it , but tim is going to have to earn a boon like that - part of why he works so hard . besides , he doesn’t completely hate what’s between his thighs - orgasms are HEAVENLY - and his chest is small enough to hide . he can WAIT - just like he’s apparently going to keep waiting to lose his virginity .

“ if I’M some kind of queer ? ” if looks could kill , not even a goddess could save slade . “ just because the only men you want to fuck are LITTLE BOYS doesn’t mean you’re straight , it just means you’re queer AND a pedo , which , way to be a stereotype , ” tim snarls . he’s LIVID . he’s done here - he’s done with this , he’s done with slade , and he’s about to go talk to CHIRON . slade’s hand comes down on his shoulder and tim reaches up to grab it , digging his fingers into the flesh between slade’s thumb and forefinger and leveraging the pressure point to try and peel slade’s thumb away , wanting him OFF .

“ and FUCK YOU , it makes this better , ” he spits , an edge of HURT in his voice that he tries to hide as he squirms away from slade , determined to go even as his touch changes to something GOOD , something tim wants to give in to . “ my fucking vag isn’t a free no homo . i’m not a girl , and i’m not going to lie back and let you pretend i AM . go fuck with someone else’s head . ”

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obedicnt·:

the boy is coming towards him . he doesn’t look dangerous , but renegade is skittish anyways , narrowing small eyes to take it all in . the boy is about his height , similar in eyes and hair , ren’s eyes wide as he takes him in . he still clings to the pillar . it’s cold , hard , not like his master . slade’s warm , and hard .

in every sense of the word .

‘ i’m sorry , ’ ren whispers , and he is , so sorry . he stares at the ground . he doesn’t know what’s wanted from him , but he doesn’t know the name . he doesn’t know most things . it seems to slip from between his fingers , and trying to hold onto it is like water .

the only thing he knows is his master , carved in bloody words onto the skin of his mind .

he wants his master to get back . he would answer the questions , or tell him what to say .

‘ i don’t know … who that is . ’

the apology makes tim sad . it makes him angry . it makes him want to hug the older boy , and tim doesn’t even like hugging people .

“ that’s okay , ” he promises quietly - it really , really isn’t , but he doesn’t want to make dick - and it is dick , tim knows it , even if dick himself doesn’t remember - more upset . “ you don’t have to . and you don’t have to apologize . ”

he lets go of his camera strap to show dick his empty hands , show him that he means no harm , as he steps a little closer - it’s so strange , to see him still look so young , young enough that tim can pass as him despite the difference in their ages . but it’s unmistakably dick grayson .

“ what is your name ? ” he asks gently . “ i’m tim . ”

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sladistic·:

‘ kid , ’ slade says , leaning in , breath in tim’s face ; he’s already half-hard , came here expecting a good fuck and he’s not going to give it up just for an inexperienced blowjob , no matter how much he wants that too . ‘ you’ve been practically begging me to fuck you for months . you really want to give that up NOW ? ’ he squeezes , digging fingers into slickness - and smoothness -

‘ you could bother to explain why you got a cunt , though . ’ slade’s gotten OVER the initial surprise . did tim come to this camp pretending to be a boy ? was he just born like this ? he’s not sure what to SAY , but on a second’s thought , he decides he doesn’t really care . he’d gotten hard from the idea of watching his cock leak onto the sheets , but he gets harder thinking of blood around his cock as he takes - his ? - virginity . burying himself in the hot slickness .

tim flinches at slade’s words , the way he gropes him , biting his tongue , but it doesn’t silence the whine in the back of his throat as his body THROBS in response . at least he uses a word for tim’s body that doesn’t make him want to curl up and die . he’d think it’s fairly obvious , now that slade knows this , to connect the dots - how tim never removes his shirt , never goes in the water around other people , all of it - but if he’s that ignorant , or just sadistic enough to enjoy forcing tim to say it , he will.

“ i’m trans , ” he mutters , still trying to squirm out of the BRUTAL grip on his body . “ still a guy , just an extra hole and extra fat where i don’t want it . ” his cheeks are a dull red and he still won’t look at slade , even with the man up in his face . this is HUMILIATING . “ leave or fuck me , i don’t care , but decide before i do it FIRST . ” 

he’ll leave . he will . probably go find a place to cry .

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sladistic·:

is he BLUSHING ? almost . trying to hold it BACK . slade’s lip QUIRKS before he can stop it . he ENJOYS the reaction he’s getting . it’s almost funny , how someone so STOIC and SURE of himself can drop into embarrassment at the slightest mention of sex . it’s too easy . this is all too easy - but fun . timothy is handsome , young , almost girlish if one squints enough . slade wants him - all of him . all the pretty thing in front of him , wants to see him undone , see his stomach when he rolls over and MOANS and make him so fuck-stupid he’ll do anything slade wants . there’s a desire in him that’s been building for a while .

he likes that he will be tim’s first . ‘ no ? how old are you , boy ? fifteen ? sixteen ? ’ an amused noise . ‘ have you even tried ? aren’t greeks all about the pleasures of the flesh ? i’m sure some brat of APHRODITE’S wouldn’t mind giving you a ride . ’ this is TOO FUN . tim doesn’t know anyone , doesn’t socialize , so of course he wouldn’t have bothered with sex . does he WANT it ? maybe . if he doesn’t , slade will make him , with fingers and his tongue and his cock . he’s GOOD at that .

tim’s about to just LEAVE if slade doesn’t back off . “ unlike your romans who only have sex to PROCREATE and make stronger legions , ” he snips back . he’s had the chance to do something about his virginity - felt the OPPORTUNITY arise and pass him by, again and again - with people who take PITY on him , or who think he’s cute enough that they don’t mind that he’s caerus’ weird son . he doesn’t WANT that , though - nor does he feel like outing himself to whoever decides he’s NOT THAT BAD . 

“ i’m fifteen , ” he finally answers , “ and about five seconds from leaving if you don’t just spit out what you WANT already . ” he’s gone from hot , sweaty thoughts to being SELF - CONSCIOUS and PISSED . “ nothing’s been distracting me from training . is that what you NEEDED TO HEAR ? ”

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slade doesn’t SPEAK , not at first . he’s lying to himself when he says he doesn’t KNOW why he’s here , a very specific want that makes him LICK his lips , tongue flicking between them . instead, he takes in tim’s sleeping spot as a sort of pretense , eyeing the fabric and the setup and his possessions . he guesses they STILL keep kids here , a scrunched together like barracks . particularly ROMAN of them . ‘ this just yours ? ’ a thumb hooks in his belt . it’s camp practice - sometimes kids will SHARE beds , if they’re dating or fucking . chiron HATES it , but the kids don’t care . the counselors are too used to too many people jumbled together to CARE .

it’s a silly question , because of course tim doesn’t - because slade would KNOW , first of all , and because tim is so terribly bad with people his age . even SLADE can see that . it’s asked with the perfectly raised BROW , the soft disdain that slade might use to mock GRANT . ‘ you ever had anyone over , kid ? ’ anyone . not any girl . tim’s GREEK , after all . this is a question slade DOESN’T know the answer to - he’s not here all the time , after all .

the first question makes tim’s eyes narrow , though he doesn’t look up from his hands - slade KNOWS tim’s not good with most of the people around him , and the few people he DOES talk to either stay in one of the other cabins , like CONNER , or aren’t interested in him , like BART . “ yeah . just mine . ” he finally looks up , the line of his jaw tense , and there’s a little pink on his cheeks that only DEEPENS at the next query .

his hands flex into fists , nails biting at his palms , wanting to lash out and punch the LOOK from slade’s smug face . “ SOME of us have the common decency not to make everyone in a crowded cabin listen to us screw around . or SMELL it . ” he phrases it like disdain for his fellow campers , but he and slade both know what it really is - a NO . tim has a feeling he’s going to get mocked for this . “ it doesn’t matter . what do you need , slade ? ”