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The Arrow's Apprentice	By : Kayerfire Category: 1 through F > Arrow Views: 2054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Alive
- 2-Remembering
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"I thought you were dead!"
The second he arrived back at what was begrudgingly called the Arrowcave, Felicity was all over him. As Dig was out of town on his honeymoon with Lila, it had been Roy who'd found him out cold on the warehouse floor. Felicity hadn't shut up since.
"I'm fine," Ollie brushed her off, his nerves on edge.
He could still smell Slade, taste him in his mouth. Even after all these years. It all came back.
"I've never seen anybody get the jump on you like that," Roy disagreed.
"How many were there?"
Just one.
"You remember what I told you about mirakuru?" Oliver answered, already divesting himself of his hood and jacket.
Both Roy and Felicity nodded.
"Another one of them?" Felicity picked up.
He tossed his uniform on the table, leaving his chest exposed.
"Bingo."
He wouldn't tell them the details. They didn't need to know. Because what Slade wanted had nothing to do with them. It was all about Oliver.
"All the more reason we should have waited for Dig to get back. Oliver you could have been killed!"
More nagging. He didn't need that right now.
"Yea well I could be killed every night, Felicity! It's part of what I do."
He continued to disrobe, taking no notice of her now beet red face. Slade Wilson occupied his mind. It was Roy's clearing of his throat that caught Oliver's attention.
"What?" he snapped.
His apprentice gestured toward the lone woman in the room.
"Dude, you forget?"
Down to his boxers, Oliver realized his blunder. Shit, Slade had that much power over him.
"Sorry," he quickly yanked on a pair of jogging pants that he kept around for his workouts.
The team was silent as he returned his suit to the case, Roy having the decency to excuse himself to the restroom to change. Thankfully Felicity was too flushed to badger him further. She mumbled a goodbye and scurried off.
He took the time to utilize his bar set, doing a set of reps to burn off his anxiety.
"Who's still alive?"
Roy's question popped up, breaking his rhythm. Oliver lowered himself to give the teen a look.
"What?"
"On the comm, you asked somebody how he was alive. Whoever knocked you out, you knew him didn't you?"
His tone wasn't harpy or demanding, like Felicity tended to be, but calm and inquisitive.
"I..."
Secrets. Thea had lectured him about that before she'd left town. Hell it had been what had driven her away.
"More or less."
Roy nodded his understanding. When he expected his student to pry, however, he took him by surprise.
"Is it going to be an issue?"
Down to business. Like a warrior should be. He'd taught him well.
"Not if I can help it."
Roy didn't press further, instead resting his hands in his pockets.
"If it does, you'll let us know, right?"
Were his eyes not so serious, Oliver would have laughed.
Either I'm rubbing off on him or Dig is.
"Sure thing, kid."
He froze at that last word, never having recalled using it on the nineteen year old before. Slade chuckled in the back of his mind. Roy didn't seem to notice, he was already heading out.
Alone at last, Ollie resumed his reps, hoping to clear his head.
flashback...
That's it, kid. Take it all in."
Slade held the back of his head, keeping him in place as he shoved his hardness into his throat.
"Just relax...like that..."
The first few times had been rough, Ollie's gag reflex hampering things but Slade was determined to make him the perfect fuck toy if it killed him. Which it probably would. Ollie had no doubt he would end up suffocating on that exceptionally large cock.
Slade groaned, fisting his blond hair as he pulled back. Only to slam forward again.
"Get it nice and wet...we'll need that..."
So far they'd kept it to oral and a couple of handjobs in between but tonight Slade had a leery look in his eye that made Ollie shiver. The entire time they'd eaten he'd watched him even as they'd cleared out their trash. Now the stars were out, the night alive and the mercenary had him on his knees servicing him. It was supposed to be his contribution for dinner.
"...hghhh...good boy..."
He sucked him off for a while, slowing down when directed, using tongue when told. Slade's prick was dark red and pulsing when the novice was pushed off and shoved on his back.
"Pants. Off."
Nervous fingers complied, Slade watching him with a rough edged hunger. After a few fumbles, the soldier lost patience and tugged the slacks down himself. Both were now nude from the waist down.
Oliver blinked, his average sized package flanked by dirty blond pubes the complete opposite of what loomed over him. Slade was thick even in his relaxed state, but hard and rearing he was like a beast. Ollie could barely fit him in his mouth.
The soldier kneeled before him, throwing his legs apart. Instinctively Ollie attempted to snap them shut but Slade shoved him back open. His rough hands ran over soft, bare thighs (courtesy of years of using that expensive bodywash his father's money could afford) before groping the nervous heir's flacid cock possessively.
"Nice," was all he said as he gave it a good squeeze.
Despite his nerves, Oliver felt his prick twitch with the sensation. He hadn't been touched since Sara. Masculine hands moved over him with experience, touching skin, tweaking nipples before two fingers made it to his mouth. Slade didn't have to tell him to suck. While he wet the mercenary's fingers, Slade's free hand continued fondling him until Oliver was fully hard. Even in this state the older man bore a bigger cock but their arrangement was far from a competitive one.
Actually enjoying the friction, Ollie nearly forgot the straining erection grinding against his open ass cheeks. It just felt so good to be touched again.
I'm not gay, I shouldn't like this.
But one thing he could say about the Aussie, he sure knew how to handle a dick. The lazy strokes were firm, teasing him just enough to want more. Maybe...maybe this wouldn't be that bad.
Slade moved his fingers from Oliver's warm mouth to suddenly flip him over. Not expecting it, the rich boy yelped earning a grunt from the Aussie. Rough hands yanked his ass upward, while shoving his face into the floor. The position brought Oliver back to reality-to the fact that he was going to be poked up the ass and he began to panic.
"W-wait-"
Slade slammed his strength onto the back of Ollie's neck, effectively holding him down. His free hand placed spit-wet fingers at his puckered opening.
Still trying to squirm, Oliver was awarded with an especially harsh slap to his ass. He screamed.
"Stay fucking still or I'll really hurt you."
He froze, adjusting to the hot sting on his cheek while dreading the next wave of pain. He'd never been on the receiving end of anal but he knew that it would hurt. Especially for a straight guy with no experience in the matter. His body wasn't made to take it that way. He flinched when a finger breached him, wiggling around inside before starting to stroke.
Oliver tried to breath through it, even when the second finger made it's way in. They scissored, moved around a bit and just when he was going to whine that maybe they should hold off, Slade was spitting and adding another.
Beyond uncomfortable, Oliver stiffened. But he knew not to move. Even when he was feeling the pangs of being hastily stretched.
"Relax," Slade repeated, his hand leaving his neck to reach around to tweak a nipple.
Oliver groaned, having always been sensitive in that area. Slade seemed to approve as he caressed him lower. When again he held his cock, Oliver focused on that.
Maybe if he pretended it was a girl's hand he could enjoy it.
But what he felt pressing against his asshole felt nothing like a girl. Slade spit again, right onto his hole before slowly forcing the bulge inside.
Oliver yelped.
He tried to jump away. Vice-like hands grasped his hips however and continued to force the anaconda in.
"Slade, Slade it hurts!" he screamed, but that garnered no sympathy.
"Fucking relax, kid!"
Slade grunted, still forcing his way in.
Unable to do so, Ollie cried out again. Pain was also something he'd never had to deal with. His father's money bought meds for that. But alone on this island with a huge dick up his virgin ass, there was no medication for that.
Why had he gotten on the Queen's Gambit that day?
"Slade!"
He didn't stop pressing forward, but once fully inside, Slade did still. Both men breathed heavy, though for very different reasons.
After a while, the pain began to dull and Ollie was grateful for the adjustment period. But he was still very anxious. And still very full. Slade leaned over him then, covering him with his heat. Skin on top of skin, the mercenary spoke low and gruff.
"Relax."
He began kissing the straining blond's back. An insistent trail, not as rough as his previous acts but not totally tender. When he reached Ollie's shoulder blades he actually licked the skin. Oliver sighed at that, always partial to the slick dealings of a tongue.
As Slade continued his efforts, kissing, running his fingertips up the sensitive sides of Oliver's torso, the young heir actually began to ease. It was a conscious effort at first, he knew that if he didn't obey Slade then there would be consequences, but the mercenary's lips were surprisingly nice on his long neglected skin.
Especially when they reached his neck.
That hot, wet tongue circled him in ownership, licking at his vein before lips closed around his skin to suckle. Oliver couldn't help the sigh he released. Nor the slight shiver as his groin began to heat.
Then Slade started to move.
It was odd, feeling something so fat and wide inside him but Slade kept his mind busy with the hickeys he was peppering down his throat. Ollie clenched his fists against the plane's floor, trying to cope. There was still the slight burn with each stroke, but it wasn't like when Slade had first put it in. A part of him felt relieved to feel discomfort. It meant that he definitely wasn't the type for this. He was still a man's man. His muscles loosened, with that sense of relief.
"...just like that..."
No sooner had he given the praise, Slade shocked him with a sharp thrust. Oliver was caught off guard when the older straightened up, suddenly speeding up his pace. Strong hands took control of his hips as the appendage pumped harder into him. He gasped, feeling completely and utterly out of control here. As his body was used, Ollie felt the burn increasing inside. He bit his lip, not understanding what he was feeling until Slade hit a certain spot just right.
The whine escaped his throat before he could stop it.
What was that?! And why did it feel so...Slade hit it again and Ollie whimpered. Fuck, he'd never felt anything like it before. Not any of those times when he'd fooled around with girls, not even with the threesome back at Tommy's...Then again, none of those girls had ever played with his ass before, let alone penetrated it. What Slade was doing was chartering a new frontier.
"Yea kid, fucking whine for me..."
The soldier thrust even harder, gaining a harsh rhythm that consisted of pounding his hotspot like crazy. Ollie couldn't stop the noises from his mouth. They were loud, they were incoherent. They were beyond embarassing. But each punch of the prostate hit another and he reacted.
Their skin clapped loudly as Slade continued, the noise rivaling Ollie's outbursts. He could hear the mercenary cursing in bliss but his mind could only process the hammering in his ass. It was building up, coiling something in his gut that clenched harder and hotter.
Sweat ran down his back, soaked his forehead against the winger floor. His own erection slapped happily against his belly as Slade utterly owned him.
"...hhggghhhh... nnghhhh..."
"...fucking tight pretty ass..."
He was aware of the tension in his balls, of his impending climax but could only cry out when it actually happened. Exploding like no orgasm he'd ever achieved, Ollie's entire body shuddered in absolute bliss. He lost his breath, trembling and shaking and cumming all over.
Slade continued to fuck him all the way through it until Ollie clenched so hard even he couldn't hold back. The mercenary grunted, bellowed out an harsh expletive as he filled the rich virgin's ass with all of his seed. Hot, full, brimming in virility. By the time he stopped pumping, Ollie was a boneless mess beneath him.
"Fuck that was...you got good ass kid."
Ollie was heaving in both shock and after sex.
"Keep it up. There's use for you yet."
Slade gave his ass another harsh slap before pulling out, leaving him feeling confused and empty. Oliver rolled onto his side, curling his knees up. He was just about to lock his arms when a rag fell over his shoulder.
"Clean yourself up.
He was talking about Ollie's own cum, thick and sticking to his chest and belly.
He made me...Without even...
More confusion. How could a guy cum without having his cock touched? He was straight, he was a man, he had a cock for a reason...He couldn't have actually gotten off on being...
Slade was dressed before him, not nearly as shaken by what they'd just done. Of course he wouldn't be. He wasn't the one made into a girl...
After cleaning up, he pulled his clothes back on without a word. Slade allowed him as much, not bothering him until he'd finished.
"No going back now, kid," he grabbed him up from behind, his arms wrapping around his chest possessively.
"A deal's a 're mine for the duration. Got it?"
Ollie nodded, too distracted by his own confusion to register the remark. Slade dragged him off to bed then, ending their conversation. He was asleep in no time, leaving Ollie alone to question his every life long notion of what it meant to be a man.
present...
Worn out, Oliver concluded his workout sure to close up the arrowcave after. He took a long hot shower, nearly scalding, before retiring to bed. He still had no idea what to do about Slade's return but he knew one thing for sure. He would never be bending over for anyone ever again.
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