Disclaimer: they are not mine. They don't mind playing with me, though, they are great like that…

A/N: Happy Birthday GraysonGirl! Well, this is a day early, it's around 8 PM on the 25'th when I post this…

She was a bit late for an x-mas drabble, but just mentioned that it was her birthday on the 26'th, so… well… -grin- She wanted a pairing I've never written before, at least not 'on screen'- if you know what I mean, but here it is, and I really enjoyed this one!

A Fanboy's Reward

It wasn't easy being a thief with a crush. Especially when the guy you had a crush on didn't know you existed. He should know. Red X had placed himself in his path enough times, and even stolen from him, but noooo… Slade hadn't even looked his way. Maybe he needed to steal something more noticeable than a paperclip?

Sure, after I get a life-insurance… the thief thought gloomily and stared down into his drink. It was a virgin Bloody Mary, but at least it looked cool. Tasted horribly, though. Tomato-juice? Really, these people were insane. Red chewed on the celery-stick, intent on sinking further down into gloom.

"Hi, I'm Sade… you alone?" A voice purred behind him.

"Slade?" Red squeaked rather over-excitedly and whipped around. "You're not Slade!" he then growled, hopes crushed.

"I said Sade." The guy frowned, looking more than a little put out. "I saw you from across the room-"

"I'd like to see you from across the room. Go back there." Red X snorted. Who did the blond think he was? And who the hell had a mullet now-a-days anyway?

The guy muttered something about not knowing what he was missing and skulked away.

Red X sighed and swept a strand of copper-colored-hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. It wasn't quite long enough to stay in the pony-tail and it annoyed the hell out of him. Almost as much as that Sade guy. He was getting hit on quite a bit tonight, but to be honest he couldn't blame them… the black leather pants and clingy dark-green top didn't exactly scream 'leave me alone', now, did they? Red sighed and stood up. Bright green eyes scanned the room before he almost absentmindedly stole enough from the tip-jar to get the money back for the horrible drink. He never paid for drinks, but tonight he hadn't felt like letting someone else buy them for him either.

He left the bar and was soon on the roof. It was risky being seen up here without his costume, but he didn't care. He was getting angry. He seldom was. Some people, some spiky-haired hero midgets, seemed to be livid all the time, but Red was usually a happy-go-lucky guy, who preferred to have fun to be screaming and snarling all the time. Not now, however. Who was that bastard to ignore him? Didn't he know what a brilliant thief Red was? Didn't he think he was hot? Had that drink really been alcohol-free? Well, it didn't matter, he would go back there and he would steal something else. Something big. Like… like… a pen!

Well, no time to dwell on details, especially since dwelling was another thing he rarely did. That and planning ahead and thinking things through. Life would be boring without surprises, wouldn't it?

Red knew very well what base Slade occupied at the moment. Not that he was stalking the guy or anything; it was just that he was… watching him a lot… in secret… And maybe, just maybe, he glanced at his trash a little bit… But… you know… not stalking, really!

Red landed on the roof, looking for the old vent he had squeezed through last time. It had been a tight fit, but it had worked. He winced as his top got stuck on something sharp and there was a tearing sound. He had forgotten that he was wearing civilian clothes… one thing the whiny Titan-gnat could do, was making very durable outfits.

The thief dropped down on the floor below as quiet as a cat. A cat up to something, which meant very, very quiet. As soon as his feet hit the floor he realized something. Well, to be honest it might not have been until the floodlight turned on above him. He had forgotten to check if Slade was home.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" a cold voice drawled. Suddenly not being noticed by Slade didn't seem like such a bad thing.

"H-hi. I'm… I'm…"

"Red X. I know." The man was still in the shadows, circling him.

"You know my name?" the thief squealed. Then he realized something else. It was really a night of epiphanies on Red X's part. "You… you… I'm not wearing my costume."

"I can see that."

"Then how did you…?"

"Oh, I have my ways." The man said almost playfully, but in an 'it-might-be-fun-to-juggle-your-severed-head' kind of way. "I would like my paper-clip back, please. It was orange. I quite liked it."

Red immediately started digging through his pockets and then the stolen item was thrown on the floor in the general direction of the voice.

"You actually had it on you?" the man sounded incredulous, and somewhat amused.

"Yeah, I always- I mean… yeah… Hey, Slade?"

"Yes?"

"You're… you're great!"

"I'm great? What's next? You've read all my books?"

Red could feel himself living up to his nick-name, at least in the face-department. He couldn't believe himself! He was so flustered he was close to peeing in his pants.

"Yes… I… I mean no, but… but you're… you're the greatest thief and mercenary ever and I love y- love watching you, and-"

"You've been watching me?" the voice sounded more dangerous now.

Red fiddled with his top, which had fallen off his shoulder and was pretty much torn all the down on that side.

"I... you know… just seen you around… fighting the Titans… robbing that lab the other week; that was brilliant! Running in the park… stuff like that…"

"Running in the park… so you've seen me without my mask?" Slade took a step into the light then, towering over the young thief, who had just had epiphany number three; it might not have been so smart to tell the guy that little tidbit.

"I… err… you're sexy as hell…?" Red tried. "Err… so... I just came to return the paper-clip, obviously, so I… I'll leave now…" he said, taking half a step back.

Next thing he knew he was being thrown into a wall. When he could breathe again and the spots in front of his eyes had buggered off, he discovered that his wrists were being pinned to the wall above his head by one of Slade's hands, and that the man was busy actually bending a broken pipe, which jutted out of the concrete, over his wrists to keep them in place.

"You're not going anywhere yet… but you didn't really want to leave, did you?" the man sneered down at him from behind the mask. Red thought he saw the gray eye glitter, but if it was from amusement of just blood-lust he had no idea.

"…N-no…?" he tried, thinking that it might be a good idea to just agree.

"You are here to blackmail me, aren't you?"

"Ye- No! No, I'm not!" Red objected.

"Who do you take me for? Do you have pictures prepared? Video? Where? Are you planning to send them to the police, the Titans? Both?"

"I never-"

"Make no mistake, you'll be cold in the morning, it's just a matter of how long it will take and how painful it will be. Now, talk." Slade growled.

Red X stared at his hero. A part of him was squealing but a larger part was starting to make up its will, gnawing on the end of the pencil and wondering how 'will' was spelled. Then there was that small, angry part, which couldn't hold its tomato juice.

"I'm not gonna blackmail you, I have a crush on you, you idiot!" Red X yelled.

He was close enough to see the man blink.

"Crush?" Slade said slowly and actually, for once, sounded rather dumb.

"Yes! I want you! You're the sexiest, hottest, bad-assed guy on the planet, and I love you!"

"Yes, well… can't argue with the truth." the man chuckled darkly. "I'm also not stupid. You are obviously making this up to get out of a bit of torture and death."

Red briefly wondered what a 'bit of death' could entail, but then let the pipe take all his weight as he lifted his legs, wound them around Slade's hips and pulled the man against himself.

"I could be lying… but something else can't…" he leered.

"You're hard."

"Very."

"And why would you think I'm interested in males?"

"Don't knock it till you tried it… it wouldn't hurt, would it? Not you anyway…" Red added the last one in a mumble, but as he was busy grinding against the man his 'truth-teller' got even harder.

"Hmmm… so are you willing to submit to me? Completely?" the man purred, and moved his hips against the teen's aching crotch.

"Yes!...God yes…" Red X gasped.

"Very well… prove your worth to me, and I might let you live…" Red could hear the smirk in the man's voice. "But I'm not going to let you run wild in here." Slade suddenly ripped the pipe from the wall, making the thief cry out and throw his arms around the man's neck, so he wouldn't crash to the floor. "Hang on… you are about to get what you want…" the man chuckled and, with Red doing just that, he walked further into the darkness.

"Err… about getting me what I want… is there a menu?" the redhead meekly asked.

"No. I'm afraid I lied. This is about getting me what I want." The man clarified.

"Oh… okay." Red whispered.

"You are not afraid, are you?" the man chuckled as they came to a large metal door.

"A… a little."

The man paused and looked down into the wide green eyes.

"Smart boy."

The room held a bed and a metal locker, of the school gym kind, and not much else, as far as the teen could make out in the gloom.

"Let's see about getting you comfortable." the man said.

A few minutes later, Red was kneeling on the bed. His top had been ripped off completely, but he still wore the tight leather pants. His hands were tied behind his back, and two short ropes led from his wrists down to his ankles.

"When does the comfortable part start?" he dared to glare at the man, who had now taken off his mask as well as his armor and top, something which made Red's glare soften and his moth salivating.

"Well, would you like me to use lube?" Slade asked innocently.

"Yes! Of course I do!"

"Then that's the comfortable part. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being untruthful again. I meant the 'slightly less painful' part." The man smirked, and for the first time Red X saw that smirk up close. Only the chafing ropes brought him back to reality again.

"Did you really have to tie me up?" the thief whined.

"Well, if you had approached me in some other way, there might have been a candlelit dinner, rose-petals, silks sheets, sweet nothings' whispered in your ear… but no, you had to sneak in here and steal my paper-clip." the man snorted.

"You know what? I think I prefer the ropes to rose-petals." Red scrounged his nose at the idea.

"Oh… so you like it rough?" Slade leered.

"In the words of the great poet;" Red sniffed haughtily, "And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun."

"I don't think I'm familiar with that poet." Slade raised an eyebrow.

"Come on! It's Lady Gaga! It's oooold. Classic." Red smirked.

"Very well. How rough do you want it?" the man smirked.

"Errr… so it's still fun?" Red suggested.

"It will be. For me." Slade shrugged.

"Oh... okay... as long as we're clear…" Red wondered where the boy blunder and his misfits were when an innocent lad really needed them. A moment later he took back that thought, though, as the man came to stand before him at the side of the bed.

"Now, if you love me so much…" Slade said, looking down on him like he was a bug, although perhaps an entertaining bug, with many long legs which could be pulled off, "you wouldn't mind doing me a little favor, would you?" the man's hands started to pull down his zipper.

"No… not at all…" Red agreed, from his own free will, this time. "Oh… my… god…" he added a second later, his eyes so big they seemed to fill his whole face.

The man chuckled, and then grabbed the thief´s chin, tilting it upwards.

"How old are you, boy?"

"Se-seventeen." Red answered truthfully. All his ID's said twenty-one.

"Not legal then? Oh, well. Can't be helped." Slade shrugged and pushed his cock into the teen's mouth.

Red was by no means a virgin. Not a slut either, mind you, but he was curious by nature and had tried a few things. What he had never tried, however, was having a zucchini showed down his throat. Maybe that was giving Slade more credit than he deserved, but that was what it felt like.

Trying his best to impress his crush, Red swallowed, licked and sucked like his life depended on it, and, as far as he knew, it just might. He didn't have his hands free, though, so whenever the man felt like forcing it all into his mouth, he did. Except for those times, especially when he wasn't prepared for them, Red enjoyed himself, and Slade seemed to notice, judging by the quiet chuckle.

"Now…" the man said, pulling back, making Red's lips smack in the air as he tried to follow, "let's see about getting that ass of yours fucked, shall we?"

"Yes please." The thief agreed eagerly, even though Slade was by far the largest he'd ever had, and he wasn't too sure he would be able to walk tomorrow. Well. Walking was overrated anyway. As long as he wasn't split in two and had to be held together with duct-tape, he was happy.

The man grabbed his neck, turned him around and pushed him forward, resulting in Red X landing on his face in the bedcovers. He cursed as his feet were pulled up by the short ropes which attached them to his wrists. It left him more or less balancing on his knees and his face. Red parted his legs as far as they would go, to try to steady himself.

"Such a lovely pair of trousers… Must be expensive?" Slade said, running his hand over the thief's black-clad behind.

"Yeah… very…" X agreed, shivering from the touch.

"Well, It would be a pity to ruin them completely then." He heard Slade say, and then came the sound of something he had, long ago, learned to watch out for; the click of a switch-blade.

"Just untie my feet and I'll take them off!" the teen said hurriedly.

"Nooo… I think my way is more fun. Now, keep very, very still…"

Red had no idea how the man managed to do it without cutting anything off, especially as the leather pants were so tight, but he soon felt a strange draft back there. He didn't wear underwear. There wasn't room.

"All done." He heard the man said, and a rectangle of black leather landed in front of his eyes. It was slightly smaller than the palm of his hand.

"That was not ruining them?" the teen asked, a little pale.

"That was 'not completely ruining them'" the mercenary clarified. "I'm pretty sure there are clubs that would let you in dressed like this."

"Not any clubs I would want to go to…" Red lied, already deciding to look into that. Maybe he was just a little bit slutty after all. Nobody's perfect.

"Too bad. Now, I think I remember you saying that you wanted lube?"

"Yeah… please, not without? You'll kill me!" Red tried to balance on his knees again, looking back over his shoulder pleadingly.

"Yes, and that would be a bit too soon, wouldn't it?" the man chuckled. "Very well." The man grabbed Red's pony-tail, holding him by that as well as his hip, and then the teen felt something slick against his opening. Since the thief knew how to count to two, it was pretty clear the thing he felt wasn't a finger. Besides, fingers that wide didn't exist.

"Hey, wait! You... you have to stretch me!" Red told the man behind him, trying to squirm out of the tight grip.

"You got lube… you can't have everything." The man chuckled and started to push in.

Slade didn't slam into him, that would have ripped him badly, but the pressure didn't waver, the tip just slowly stretched his outer muscle to its limit.

"Breathe." the man suggested.

The thief thought it was a good idea; he probably hadn't for a while, since the black spots were back for an encore. He gasped deeply and just then the head suddenly were swallowed up.

"Ghaaaahd!" the teen hissed. "oh-god-oh-god-of-god!" he continued as the man sank deeper into him, much faster now since the main obstacle was breached.

"Ready?"

Red was as surprised by the man's question as if he had asked if he was all right.

"Y-yeah."

"Good boy." Slade purred and started to fuck him for real. The man was holding him on his knees and pulling him back with every thrust, like some sort of perverted rocking-horse, but Red couldn't find enough air to complain, and besides, it would be rather pointless, he suspected. Apart from the strange position he actually had very little to complain about. Slade's cock was rubbing all the right places, and it got even better when the man flipped him over, except that he was now lying on his arms.

The mercenary hadn't taken his pants off either, Red had time to notice before Slade pushed his legs apart as far as they would go and thrust back in, not all too slowly this time. The thief moaned and arched as the new position proved even more gratifying. His cock wasn't too happy however. It was hard and leaking, a state it usually enjoyed, but it was also cruelly confined. As Slade's thrusts started to get harder and faster, Red decided to beg for it.

"Please… please, I need to… just… just open my pants… touch me…. Please!"

Slade looked down on him, the gray eye glittering strangely again. He felt the man's hand rubbing over his bulge.

"No, thief… you come in your pants, like a good little fanboy…"

If it was the touch or Slade's words, Red didn't know, but he arched off the bed almost completely and came harder than ever before. He felt the man fill him almost at the same time, and shuddered through a renewed feeling of total bliss, fighting to breathe at the same time.

He was on his side, unsure how that had happened. For quite some time, Red only heard his own breaths, but then there was the sound of the switchblade again. He tensed, but suddenly the ropes to his feet snapped, one after the other, and he could finally stretch his legs out, which he did, groaning.

"Fuck, that hurts…"

"So… still love me, do you?" Slade asked dryly.

"No… no, I'm over that… Now I worship you…" Red chuckled.

"You know what, boy?" Slade sounded like he was grinning again. "I might just let you."

The End

A/N: when I had almost finished this, I started to wonder if it was like this Red and Slade met in the Circus-freak universe… I never wrote the pairing before, but in that universe they already had a sexual relationship when Robin came into it… hmmm… yeah, well, maybe… It was a lot of fun to write them together, though! I hope it was fun to read, even without a certain little bird in it!

To clarify things, GraysonGirl wanted Slade/Red X, the prompt "Fanboy" and a cameo from one of her own characters; Sade. I bet you thought I spelled "Slade" wrong when you first saw his name, didn't you! ;)