Training by scheherezhad

Rating: PG-13ish, I guess

Summary: Slade trains his apprentice.

Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue.

Author's notes: Meme ficcage for Trinity. Story set between parts I and II of Apprentice.

Feedback: Hells yeah. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

He is pliant but unwilling in his training. He follows orders exactly as I give them, but I always see the anger in his face. The look that means he is only doing what is necessary to keep his friends alive. I crave that defiant passion. Robin doesn't even realize that he is satisfying me by this blend of submission and willfulness.

He does know that neither does him any good when is beneath me, fighting his body and following orders. He always gives in in the end.

The first night I took him to my bed, I wanted to shame him. I made him touch himself while I watched. I held my trigger in one hand and his communicator in the other, and I forced him to show me his weakest moment while his friends called for him. It was far more humiliating than making him pleasure me ever would have been. He shook when it was over.

The second night, I wanted to break him, so I was tender. I blindfolded him and showed him all the ways his body could betray him. Anyone can learn to suppress reactions to pain, but few can ignore pleasure. It was obvious that my little Robin had never considered this as a form of torture. Of training. His responses taught me everything I needed to know to keep him at my side.

After that, he fought against fighting me, and it made me want him more.

The next night, he fought against himself. He gave me his body, but his mind was focused on not wanting what I made him feel. I brought him to the edge of release and held him there until he begged.

He fought back the night after. I pinned him and showed him that it was useless. I am stronger, faster, better. And his body will not deny me. I told him that he would learn to like it.

Some part of him has rationalized it all, has separated the things he does for me to make it easier to bear. He goes on his missions only because he has to. He comes to my bed because he wants to. I send him into danger, then I bring him to his knees with want.

Soon, I will set him against the Titans, and he will prove his loyalty to me. My Robin. My apprentice.