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The thing about Jason–
Well, alright, there are many, many things about Jason which occupy Slade’s thoughts far more than they should. But the main thing on his mind at present is that Slade can easily see how much it bothers Jason that his body is covered in scars.
Whereas Slade sees Jason’s myriad of scars as marks of triumph – of his victory over death itself, of his refusal to admit defeat against every damn person who’s tried to use him or control him – Jason sees them as defacement, as indelible proof of so many times he’s been brought low and hurt.
The distinctive autopsy scar, running from his collarbone all the way to his pubic bone. The jagged line across his neck from where Batman slit his throat. The disfiguring scars upon his face. The stark J carved into his cheek. The other damage from the Joker that never fully disappeared even after the Lazarus Pit. The lattice of thin lines all over his hands from crawling his way out of his grave.
Jason never stops being so ashamed of them, and it hurts, because, as difficult as it is to admit, Slade loves and adores Jason Todd and every bit of who Jason is. Including these marks which showcase how Jason has never and will never give up and stop fighting.
Yet it doesn’t seem to matter what Slade says to him, showering him with all sorts of compliments – pretty bat, beautiful boy, gorgeous – while bringing Jason to the peak of pleasure. Jason seems to consider them nothing more than pillow talk and dismisses each one.
And Slade, although he has many talents, is not good at using pretty words to reassure his boyfriend outside of sex. During sex, his tongue is loosened, and all of squishy inner feelings come pouring out and all over Jason just like Slade’s cum.
Don’t get him wrong; Slade is very skilled at sex. That’s simply how he is: he’s the absolute best at what he does. But doing and feeling and communicating are all so very different, and Slade really isn’t so great at the latter two.
Even though that’s what Jason really needs right now.
So if Slade can’t convince Jason through words, then he’ll have to use actions to persuade him: by doing what he does best.
The other thing he does best, that is. Sex. Not the contract killing thing.
The Joker’s dead, after all, so Slade doesn’t really have any kind of excuse to kill someone to prove his love for Jason.
Anyway, if Jason is so ashamed of the scars all over his body, then Slade simply has to give him new marks instead.
Marks which signify Jason as belonging to Slade, to the here and now all the pleasure of these current moments, and not to the ghosts of the past.
It starts with bites adorning his skin, with hickeys dotting his neck and thighs. Bite marks that stand out more than a slice to the throat and which also have the distinct advantage of causing Jason to blush a very pretty shade of red when he sees them in the mirror.
It escalates from there.
Next he gets Jason a collar to wear. It features a thick, steel O-ring against bright, shiny, patent red leather so that it’ll fit with his whole Red Hood schtick, and the sounds Jason makes when Slade buckles it around his throat are enough to make Slade rock hard all over again, even though he’d already orgasmed three times. The collar is wide enough to cover particular scars on Jason’s lovely neck, as well as distracting enough when he goes out that people are less inclined to stare so openly at his face.
Slade keeps adding on from there, with next a leash to pull Jason close into a searing kiss whenever Slade pleases. Then a cockring. Then some very delicate piercings on the nipples of those luscious tits.
Soon enough Slade has Jason hogtied and suspended over their bed, with thick ropes looping through the ring of his collar, knotted in diamond shapes around Jason’s perfectly gorgeous tiddies. With his hands securely bound behind his back, Jason unable to touch himself while Slade puts Jason’s mouth to good use.
Slade petting his hair and telling him to be a good boy, a patient boy, that he’ll get his release… eventually. Once he’s taken the time to hear about how beautiful, how lovely, how enthralling he is.
Once Slade has finished cumming down Jason’s throat, he immediately gags Jason afterward, to deny him just that much further until Jason’s earned his reward. Tears are shimmering in those entrancing, teal eyes, and there’s a mixture of saliva and semen dribbling down his chin from behind the silicone ball; and the noises Jason makes are exquisite. Slade cums again onto Jason’s face with very little effort.
Another night Slade has Jason helpless in his arms again, with Slade’s fingers in Jason’s mouth while his other hands work to stretch Jason open. Jason moans around Slade’s fingers while Slade slides himself into Jason, and Slade can’t help himself. He’s overcome by just how much he feels for this boy.
“Marry me,” he murmurs against Jason’s skin, and Jason’s response is to lose himself in pleasure.
The next evening Slade gives Jason another ring.
This one’s a diamond ring.