A/N: Just a short little drabble apologizing for the fact that though the next chapter of 2061 is done, it needs to be edited and won't probably be out until tomorrow…

Freestanding.

WARNING: FLUFF… and the most horrible of fluff: the domestic kind!

Name-calling

Robin woke up slowly and smiled as he felt the warm body next to him. He rolled over and pressed up against it, slinging a leg over his lover's thigh.

"Good morning, honey…" he grinned, kissing the man's shoulder.

"You getter not be talking to me," Slade muttered gruffly.

"No, I'm speaking to the third man in the bed…" Robin snorted. "Why?"

"What's with the 'honey'?" the man wanted to know.

"So? People have nick-names for each other, I thought-"

"You were wrong."

"Oh, come on… Sweetie? Cutie-pie? Stud-muffin?"

"Really, Robin, if you forgot my name, I'd prefer it if you called me 'you there'," Slade muttered.

"It's not so horrible! I can call you my macho-kins and you can call me-"

"Dead meat."

"That's not very sweet."

"It wasn't meant to be, it was a description of your status if this discussion continues."

"Okay, so nothing too sweet then… Baddie?"

"No."

"Sexy?"

"That's a correct observation, not a nick-name."

"Lucky thirteen?"

"Meaning?"

"Thirteen inches…?" Robin grinned and slid a hand down to the man's crotch, caressing his prize lovingly. "And me being very veeeery lucky…"

"Flattering… although I will not let you get a ruler to check that…" the man half snorted, half chuckled.

"Well, then maybe I could call you-"

"Slade," the man said firmly and rolled over, pinning the teen underneath him. "You can call me Slade. And maybe 'God' as I slam into you, but nothing else."

"Pfttt… I bet I know a nickname you'd even let me call you in public…" Robin smirked as he wound his arms around the man's neck.

"I doubt it."

"Well, if I win you will not deploy any devilish schemes today, but spend it with me. Here. Mainly in bed."

"You know I have something important to do today, Robin…" the man growled.

"Oh, I know… but I can't possibly win this, can I?"

"No, you can't… so you're on. If you lose you will disconnect the Titan's connection to the alarms in the city for the day."

"Agreed…. now… the perfect nick-name for you… hmmm… could it be… Master?"

Robin chuckled as he saw the defeat in the man's eye. It would be a very nice day today….

The End.

A/N: I think I've written something like this before, but couldn't find it… I REALLY hope it's not something I've READ, because that would be terrible… let me know in that case, please! This is just a "two-in-the-morning-idea", so…

I know this was another pointless one, but fluff has been asked for! ;) Another happier and longer drabble is coming up soon as well, I think…