Disclaimer: If I owned the Titans (and Slade) you would probably be too young to watch it legally. So maybe it's a good thing I don't?

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to a few people… to BrillianceoftheMoon/Touch of the wind, because it's her B-DAY! (well… as I write this, it still is… here in Sweden, at least… to Rocky (Sladinforever), who gets a special little treat in this (and if you don't get it, you need to read more Sladin, so go look her fics up), and, last but not least, to Grazy McFool/Sato-Igarashi because I made a comment on one of her LOVELY pics on DA, which, in a way, is repeated in here… ;o)

And, yeah, even though it IS a Mother Goose rhyme (again, the bird is a pervert), this time, the title makes even less sense than usual…

Black Sheep Wanted

Chapter 10: Hot Cross Buns

Robin groaned quietly as he clawed his way back to consciousness. His head was throbbing, not to mention his-

His eyes snapped open. Oh, lord, had he…? Had they…? He turned his head, spotting Slade sleeping next to him. Oh, yeah, they had… He felt like he had been hit by a truck, or, rather, screwed over by one, and glared a bit at the truck in question. He couldn't have been asleep for that long, Robin discovered, because Slade's hair was still a bit damp from a shower, and he smelled faintly of soap. Robin made a face as he felt how sticky his own skin was. He didn't smell like soap, that's for sure. Why the hell hadn't the man woken him up to clean up as well?

Robin sighed, leaning back against the pillows again, feeling strangely unfulfilled. He had come, but… it had been like with Jamie, he guessed; hurried and straight to the point. He remembered regretting not taking his time then, and now… he turned over on his side, facing Slade. The man had fallen asleep straight away after the shower, it seemed, with only a towel around his waist. The towel had slipped off completely by now, as had the covers.

"Damn egocentric bastard…" Robin mumbled, as details of their little get together came to mind. "I knew I was right about you…" He suspected that Slade had acted that way to prove a point… Slade liked doing that, after all, and, physically or emotionally, it always hurt…

Robin's eyes landed on Slade's chest, focusing on the closest nipple. Without really thinking, Robin reached out with a finger and circled the areola very softly. He grinned as the nipple stiffened.

"Sensitive much, Slade?" he whispered teasingly. Robin then discovered that his own nipples had hardened as well, without stimulation, taking a bit of the fun out of the situation.

Still his fingers traveled on, down to the hard planes of the man's stomach. Damn, he wanted to get abs like this… There were a sparse trail of hair leading down from below the navel, and Robin's hand traveled a bit lower before hesitating. He glanced up at Slade's face. It was completely relaxed, and Robin was rather sure that the man was still sleeping. A merely resting Slade, he had discovered, always seemed to have the merest hint of a frown.

This is sexual harassment… Robin berated himself. But, on the other hand, he REALLY harassed me… and he didn't let me do ANYTHING then… he OWES me…

Robin's lower regions had come alive, very interested in whatever thoughts ran through the teen's mind at the moment.

Because there was this one thing… something Robin had been wondering about, obsessing about, since even before he was sure he was gay… actually it had been a rather big clue… Robin's eyes wandered down to Slade's cock, seeing that it had filled out a bit and was now almost half hard. He scooted down on the bed, tentatively reaching out to run his fingertips over the length.

He was amazed that the thing had actually fitted inside him, and, as he scooted down a bit lower still, a twitch of pain between his cheeks reminded him that it hadn't been effortless. He was a bit too fascinated with the growing erection in front of his eyes right now, however, to really care about a little twinge. He was finally going to find out how it felt to have a cock in his mouth.

Sure, this was wrong, but it wasn't like he could ask the guy, Robin figured. In his fantasies, going down on another man had never been demeaning, it had felt incredibly cool and powerful, but Slade, Robin suspected, wouldn't see it like that… He glanced quickly up at the mercenary again, but there was no change. He took the man's length in a firm but gentle grip, quickly coaxing it to full hardness. He, himself, was also completely hard by now.

He stared in fascination as a drop of clear liquid slowly formed at the slit at the top of Slade's cock. This pushed every ounce of guilt, fear and common sense out of his head, and he bent forward, letting his tongue run over the engorged head. He shivered in pent up eagerness, savoring the alien taste on his tongue. Didn't really have much flavor, he reckoned, a strange mix between salt and sweet… like… like… Robin grinned as he realized what it reminded him of; the last piece of jelly-candy in the bowl, which had traces of the already eaten salty licorice on it. He had to do it again. Just a taste and then a quick suck and that would be it, he decided. No use pushing his luck…

He licked the tip once more and then, with his hand curled around the base, carefully took the whole head into his mouth, massaging it with his lips and tongue. The throbbing length leaked more and more pre-cum, making Robin in turn unconsciously suck harder and more eagerly. The strange mix between hardness and softness, like a centre of steel covered by soft padding, was incredible erotic, and, not for the first time, Robin wished he could do this to himself.

Being careful about not scraping the tender flesh with his teeth, Robin went a bit further down, just to discover how much he could get into his mouth. He gagged slightly as the tip hit the back of his throat, but he determinedly pushed on. He had seen deep throating on xtube, at least for a few short seconds before starting to panic at the thought of Cyborg finding traces of the homepage in the computer systems. He had then spent hours making sure there was none. It had looked amazing, though, and now he had the opportunity to try. The hero bobbed his head up and down, taking a little more each time, learning how to relax and ignore the strange feeling. It didn't feel that good, actually, but at the same time it felt amazing. He smirked around the length at the conflicting feelings.

Robin then felt the body below him buck slightly, and realized that he had taken this much further than he intended. As he began to back off, a hand on the back of his head suddenly pushed him down.

The teen let out a startled gurgling sound, first out of fear and then as a protest, but all he heard was a soft chuckling. He glared up at the man, trying to get him to let go. It never occurred to him to bite down, perhaps out of self preservation, and then he had to concentrate on getting enough air. He growled as the man started bucking, fucking his mouth, and not for a moment letting go of his head.

Slade smirked frown at the livid boy.

"Oh, remember, Robin, you started it…. and it's only polite to finish…"

Slade had woken up to the rather wonderful feeling of someone licking his cock, something that didn't happen nearly enough. He stayed still, as it was pretty obvious who was doing the licking, and he had a feeling Robin would be rather bashful about it. As the teen got bolder, however, Slade had trouble keeping still, and when his cock slid down Robin's throat, he bucked. The boy obviously noticed, and tried to pull back, but there was no way Slade would let him. If the boy wanted to play, he also had to learn some rules…

Slade came a few thrusts later, and Robin swallowed, gasping as the man slid out of his mouth completely. The taste and texture was slightly different from his own, but not bad. The situation, on the other hand, was horrible.

He was about to get up from the bed, when his wrist was caught.

"Let me go!" the teen was a on an emotional rollercoaster at the moment. He was angry as hell, but also very, very worried, almost afraid, of Slade's reaction to this. There were bound to be consequences, but how harsh? Besides that, he was still incredibly horny. His libido seemed to have a completely separate existence and ignored all the other emotions to act on its own.

Slade merely grinned.

"I won't let you run off and sulk… and to stop you, I guess I have to pay you back…"

Robin suddenly found himself pulled up and pushed down on his back. Before he knew it, a hot, wet wondrous thing was happening between his legs. He moaned and his hands went to Slade's head, trying to push him down further. That only resulted in the heat leaving, making Robin cry out in disappointment.

"Naughty boy… hands behind your back…" Slade smirked.

"Wh-what?" the teen stared down on him like he had asked for the head of a yeti.

"If you want it… hands behind your back…"

Robin was in a state of mind in which, if Slade had asked for a yeti-head, he would have pulled one out. And so he grudgingly obeyed, lifting himself up a bit to fold his arms behind him, before resting back against the mattress. He managed to give Slade a glare that said 'get on with it, then', though.

The man obliged with another smirk. With a hand still on his chest to keep him down, Slade worked Robin's length until the boy couldn't hold back any longer and came with a loud cry. He had not even gotten his breath back before Slade nudged him to get off the bed.

"Go take a shower, you're sticky…" his temporary 'lover' let him know.

Robin rolled out of bed with a grunt which turned into a whimper as he straightened up.

"You bastard… this fucking hurts!" he growled, but got no sympathy what so ever.

"You got what you needed."

"Yeah, like anybody needs to be split in two!" Robin sneered. He then paled. "You didn't use a condom!"

"You won't get pregnant."

"What the hell are you talking about?! I have no idea where that has been!" Robin exclaimed and pointed at Slade's member accusingly.

"I would think you have a pretty good idea, judging from your limp…" Slade said dryly.

"I hope that's your way of saying that nothing of mine will turn green and fall off because of this…" Robin glared.

The corners of Slade's mouth twitched slightly.

"It is."

"Then just fucking say so!" Robin snorted and hobbled into the shower.

He stood under the water until it suddenly turned cold, and then he dried off. The area between his cheeks stung, and, thinking he hadn't been able to wash all the soap off, Robin used a bit of toilet paper to dry it.

Slade actually startled when he heard the cry from the bathroom.

"Slade! I'm bleeding!"

The boy sounded scared, on the brink of panic, causing the man to sigh, before he forced himself into the nursing-role once more.

"Bring the lotion and come out here. I'll take a look," he called back.

Robin was terrified. It was only a smudge of blood, but what if he was torn? What if there were internal damages? Maybe he needed medical attention? Stitches? A whole range of possible infections darted through his mind, like he was a complete hypochondriac. The fear for himself, however, was pushed back when he realized that he might have to go to hospital instead of helping Bruce, all because of following through with his own selfish needs. As Slade shouted his instructions, Robin blinked. Had he called Slade? He hadn't realized. He numbly grabbed the white and blue lotion bottle and went back into the bedroom.

Slade sat on the side of the bed and gestured towards it.

"Bend over the side."

Robin was too scared to do anything but obey, so he did, after handing Slade the lotion.

Slade chuckled lightly, something that made Robin respond.

"What's so damn funny?" he mumbled, rather close to tears.

"Oh, you are just so naïve, Robin… the way you came to me naked, handed me the lube and then bent over… makes one think you would make a terrific sex-slave… with a bit of training."

The teen was about to get up to tell the man to go to hell, when a heavy hand landed on his back, holding him down efficiently.

"Now, now, boy… you might be hurt, remember? Let's take a look."

Robin swallowed the insults as he knew that Slade was the only one who could help him. He just had to accept his fate, which, he believed, served him right, for acting like a complete idiot.

He hissed and tensed as Slade parted his cheeks.

"Relax, I have to make sure your insides aren't hurt." the man said, and Robin startled as a finger covered with cold cream touched his entrance.

"No! No, you can't! What if I- OUCH!"

Slade had slapped him! Robin was stunned. The man had actually spanked his ass! Who the hell did he think he- oh… having been distracted, he hadn't even noticed as Slade's finger slid into him. Now, he tensed however, expecting pain, but feeling only a faint burning. Not even as the man slid a second finger in, there was much discomfort, quite the opposite, as the fingertips suddenly grazed his prostate. He caught the moan before it escaped, but couldn't stop a small gasp. He really hoped the man would be finished soon, before he got hard.

Slade smirked. He had already came to the conclusion that the boy was all right, but he just couldn't help taking advantage. After a few moments though, he knew that Robin would see through him if he continued, and he slid his fingers out.

"W-well?" Robin asked worriedly.

"You are fine, you-"

"But… but I was blee- Ouch! What the fu- OUCH!"

"You have a very spankable ass, Robin, and if you don't stop questioning me and lashing out at me, I will see just how red it can turn."

Robin's mouth shut with a click and a growl.

"As I was saying…" Slade chuckled. "The area has a lot of small blood vessels very close to the skin… These break as easily as normal skin bruises, but they heal very quickly… the only traces of blood that I could see came from them. You are not torn or hurt in any other way."

The man felt the boy relax under his touch.

"Thank you." Robin said quietly.

"You are welcome. See? Much better. Now, get dressed."

Robin hurriedly did as Slade said and then went to put the lotion back, but was stopped by the man who pulled it out of his grip.

"Let's keep it handy on the nightstand, shall we?" he leered.

Robin wanted to snort, to tell him that the only possible way anything else would ever happen between them was if he was brainwashed, unconscious or worse, but, somehow… all he could do at that moment was blush. He wanted to kick himself in the head.

Slade disappeared to wash up, and when he came back, he had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I only threw this out last night, but now I'm starting to think that it's actually true… I think you do have cabin fever."

"What?" Robin asked, not even remembering that statement.

"It would explain your increasingly erratic behavior, and your fits of aggression…" the man continued.

"Oh, the only explanation for them, is you." Robin muttered. "But at least that's an excuse for what happened last night…" he added, feeling slightly better about himself.

"I'm not sure any of the symptoms for the condition are sexual," Slade said, giving him a strange look, "but, then again… maybe."

Robin cringed under Slade's scrutiny, but being reminded of what had preceded the big mistake last night made him remember why he had lost his temper. He narrowed his eyes.

"Sure. Whatever. Now… show me which island we're on." he said, pointing to the map.

"I would actually prefer it, if you didn't know." Slade shrugged and acted like that was it.

"Why? At least try to explain and I won't go for your throat again…" Robin frowned deeply, and crossed his arms.

"I'd like to keep this island Titan-free. It's best for the environment, I'm sure you understand…"

"I've signed the contract, Slade. Remember that little clause that says that none of us are allowed to reveal each other's secrets?"

"I do. Maybe your sense of honor would keep your from telling your friends, but that wouldn't stop you from coming here, would it?"

"Oh." So Slade didn't want him to look him up? Not that the thought had ever crossed Robin's mind, but now he felt strangely hurt. "Okay. I… I'm hungry, I'll go make some breakfast," he said and hurried out the door. In the kitchen he started to make an omelet and frying up some bacon, a rather fatty breakfast, but he felt like he deserved it. He blinked rapidly, wondering why his eyes burned so. Had to be the heat from the frying-pan, he figured.

Slade frowned at the boy's quick departure. Surely Robin understood that he didn't want to give away a location as important as this, if it could be avoided? The teen had looked like he had taken it personally, however, something the mercenary couldn't quite understand.

Robin fell into the pattern of keeping to himself again, which was easier now, since one of them always had to stay in the bedroom, listening for the call on the speakers. In the afternoon, or at least in what felt like the afternoon, since Robin didn't have a watch and the 'night' only had lasted a few hours, he was looking over the supplies they were bringing with them, for the hundredth time. He noticed a small box of strange ammunition. Curious, he went into the bedroom.

"Slade, what are these?"

"Special bullets. I bargained over a crate of those when I bought you… but I haven't been able to try them out yet."

"Like cop-killers?" Robin shuddered.

"Better." Slade smirked. "It's you turn on the watch, I'm starving."

"Me too. Sorry, I forgot about dinner… you could have just called me, I was right outside." Robin said defensively.

"I figured we both needed some time apart." Slade shrugged and left the room.

Robin nodded to himself, they probably had needed that… he plopped down on the bed and then winched, having forgotten all about his tender backside. Still, it didn't really hurt anymore, just more of a sting and burn, but those feelings themselves had a very bad influence on him… it was like the itch which was the reminder of the mosquito-bite… Robin's 'itch' reminded him of what it had felt like the night before, and that morning as well. Strangely, the memory of the initial pain had faded away almost completely, leaving only memories of heavenly fullness and completion. These had gotten Robin half hard, and more, several times during the day, and now again, he felt himself filling out. He groaned and scooted back up the bed, pulling the blanket over his lap, and looked around for something to distract himself with. His eyes landed briefly on the bottle of lotion on the nightstand and he blushed deeply. At that moment Slade walked in.

"I hope you don't mind microwave-pizza? I didn't feel like c- are you cold?" Slade's eye had noted the blanket, but then the man also took in the blush and the way the boy's eyes tore away from the nightstand. The man grinned. "…or hot?"

"Just hungry." Robin growled and snatched one of the plates.

"I bet."

"Shut up!"

"What did I tell you about talking back?" Slade warned, with a grin on his face, which widened as Robin looked up at him with wide, worried eyes, before ducking his head and starting to eat like it was the most fascinating dish he had ever been served.

Slade chuckled, finding that he, himself, was much more interested in the teen than in the sorry excuse for food on his plate. He knew, however, that he would get nowhere with Robin in this kind of mood. He therefore decided to suggest something that might cheer the boy up.

"It's soon dawn out there, how about you go for a run?"

Robin looked up, looking interested at first but then his eyes flickered towards the computer.

"No, I need to stay here, in case…"

"In case of what? If the call comes, it will take at least an hour or so to get the pictures, and only I can do that. Tracking the ship might take even longer, and we can't leave until we know where it is heading or, hopefully, where their base is. Go. I trust you are strong enough to climb up yourself?"

Robin nodded and then glanced worriedly towards the computer again.

"Are you sure…?"

"Yes. And don't worry about being seen. There aren't much people on this part of the island and especially this early… if someone sees you, just smile and wave and they'll think you're a tourist…"

Robin nodded, really looking forward to a run, and only took the plates back to the kitchen before setting off.

The air was wonderful. It was fresh, as it just had rained, and Robin could almost taste it. It wasn't cold at all, and it looked to be a warm day, thankfully, since he had changed into a pair of hideous shorts from the set of clothes the man had first bought him, figuring that they were good enough to run in. One of the equally hideous tourist-tee-shirts with semi-long arms had been chosen as well. The gravel road was a bit muddy, but there was a higher ridge in the middle which was dry enough. He had looked longingly on the bike as he had passed it, but he didn't want to take it without permission. Robin smirked at himself… he had done worse to Slade without permission, but taking his bike was apparently taboo. He started out slowly, testing his strength, but soon he was running at his usual speed, chest swelling with the joy to move freely under a huge sky.

An hour and a half later, Robin returned. Slade looked up from his work to see the young man with mud splattering his skin up to his knees, where the shorts looked like they had been used in a game of mud-wrestling. The tee was now tied around the slender waist, showing off a torso speckled with mud and sweat. The way the boy's eyes shone, though, was the most startling.

"That was great!" Robin exclaimed, struggling to untie the shirt.

"You look like you've gone crawling, not running." Slade snorted, fighting an urge not to throw the boy on the bed, as he looked absolutely ravishing.

"Oh, I slipped. No biggie." Robin had finally gotten the shirt untied and turned to throw it in the pile of dirty clothes.

Slade's eye widened a fraction. The boy had indeed slipped, and that had happened before he took the shirt off, because that had hidden the perfect muddy imprints of his ass-cheeks on the back of his shorts.

Robin had just turned on the hot water in the shower when he found the already cramped area even more so.

He startled as he looked around, but Slade merely stepped into the shower as well.

"You used up all the hot water this morning, so there isn't much of it now. I told you what would happen if you did."

The man's voice was light and Robin himself was in such a high spirit after his run, that he didn't mind. He tried to wash hurriedly, though, feeling rather exposed. Getting the mud off his legs in the small space, proved to be a bother.

"Let me help you with that…" Slade turned off the water and suddenly kneeled behind him, running his lathered-up hands from Robin's feet to above his knee, and down again, rubbing. Robin squirmed, but couldn't help but relax when he realized how good the man made him feel. As Slade moved to the other leg, much too soon for Robin's liking, the teen parted them some, so the man could reach. Slade took the opportunity, however, to reach a bit further than Robin had intended, as a hand slid up very high on the inside of his thigh, Robin, on instinct, clamped his legs shut, trapping the hand between his thighs. The soapy fingers easily went a bit further up, however, teasing the sensitive skin, before sliding down again. The water was turned on and rinsed them both off, before Slade turned the boy around, noting with glee that he was as aroused as he himself was.

"Let's continue this in the bedroom, shall we?"

All Robin could do was nod.

To be continued…

A/N: okay, so no plot in this chapter, but it will be back in the next… Err… did anyone NOTICE the lack of plot, or did the lemons do their job and distract you? ;o)

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: I'm getting my apartment redecorated next week. Just the hallway (wallpaper and floor) and the kitchen (floor) but that means I will probably spend my evenings cleaning up after the workers… so there might be more than a week until the next update! I might not even have internet the whole time as the cable runs through the hall… But, as usual, I'll do my very best… what I really would NEED, during the next week, when I'm tired after work and cleaning are some nice stories to read or pics to look at… anyone out there feel like updating…? ;o)