A/N: Happy b-day Renee430 (August 15)!

Freestanding, smutty one-shot with Slade/Red X/Nightwing so 3-some warning for those who doesn't like that… ;) And this is plot-what-plot so you have to live with that too you poor things…

And the Winner Is…

Nightwing decided to call it a night and headed back to his apartment. Immediately when entering it, however, he sensed something was wrong. The shadows were wrong.

"Surprise," a dark voice purred and, with a single step, the shadows by the window became a man.

"Slade?" Dick gaped.

"And me," another voice snickered from a dark corner.

"Red X? What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Hello Grayson. I can't call you Robin anymore, can I?" Slade said, apparently unperturbed by the young man's shock. "A pity, I liked that name."

"Not happy to see us? We decided it was time for a reunion," the thief let the young officer know and pulled his skull-mask off, revealing the dimpled grin and red hair Dick remembered so well. The redhead then threw himself onto the sofa which stood in the middle of the room, dividing the small kitchen area and the living room, making himself at home.

"Reunion? I didn't get the invite," Nightwing muttered, not quite feeling at ease himself, and for a very specific reason.

"We didn't send one. Hence the 'surprise'," the mercenary said, removing his own mask. The hero knew that face as well, and both the men woke certain stirrings inside him, which he immediately tried to suppress.

"Very nice. Thank you. Now leave," he answered.

"Aw, don't be like that, kid!" Red complained. "How could we leave yet, just look at you! Love the new uniform, I mean RAWWWRR! You turned into a real sex-kitten!"

"And what was I before? Porridge?" the teen muttered, finding himself caught up in Red's conversation, just as in the old days.

"Yeah, but come on, that cape totally hid your ass and aaaahhh… just look at that ass… And I love the stripes down your arms, even though I don't see the point of them…" the redhead commented.

"It's so people will see it properly when I do this," Dick smirked and flipped the other young man off.

"Classy," Slade commented and Dick almost jumped as the voice came from right behind him.

"Are you willing to put that finger to good use?" Red leered.

"Seriously, this has been fun, but I have work in a few hours so… let's have coffee sometimes and-" Dick said.

"Not so fast. We're here for a reason," Slade told him, his hands landing on Nightwing's shoulders, only to travel slowly down his arms.

"Um… yeah… you… missed me?" Dick chuckled nervously. The man's caress might seem to be gentle but it felt like a cat softly pawing a bird: there were claws hidden in there somewhere.

"Yeah, baby, so much that, when I ran into Slade the other day, we started talking about you," the thief told him.

"Comparing notes, if you will," the mercenary filled in.

"Uh-oh," Nightwing mumbled.

"Indeed," the mercenary said dryly, his fingers tightening somewhat around the hero's arms.

"Yeah, kid, that was really low. You dated us both at the same time?" Red whined.

"It was only for a little while! Just before-"

"Just before you left with close to no explanation… yes, we remember that part as well." Slade growled.

"Come on, it wasn't like you were heartbroken!" Dick objected. "We were just... well… having fun, right?"

"It was fun until you left," the mercenary shrugged. "And when we realized that you had twice as much fun, we started thinking that you might miss that…"

"So we came here to offer our services," Red smirked.

"Sounds like you came to catch up," the hero snorted.

"A little bit of that too, yes," Slade admitted willingly. "Besides, there is something we just need to know."

"What?"

Slade pulled the young man back against his chest end leaned over his shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Who was your favorite?"

Nightwing's eyes widened behind his mask. "You… you came all this way to find out who was the best in the sack?"

"Well, I already know," Slade purred.

"While I say that Slade's so full of himself he probably forgets his partner half the time," Red snorted. "You know you loved my kisses…" the thief grinned and got up from the sofa only to stand right in front of his former lover, their lips just a hair's breadth apart.

"You know you loved my cock," Slade purred behind him, placing his hands on the hero's hips now, pulling them back so the young man got a reminder of what he had, supposedly, been missing these past six months.

"And... I'm supposed to decide?" Dick breathed, his lips tingling in a need to claim the thief's, and his lower regions wanted to play as well.

"That would be unfair, wouldn't it, as so much time has passed," Slade purred in his ear, placing something between a kiss and a bite on his upper neck. "Consider this… an audition."

A second later Dick found himself on the couch Red had just left, and someone was pulling his boots off. At the same time a hand removed his mask and started on his belt.

"You can't be serious? Both of you?" he gaped before his mouth was claimed by the thief.

"Well, it's a bit of a payback as well," he heard Slade chuckle as fingers found their way under the waistband of his tights and pulled them down.

"Only a bit?" the hero asked, half out of breath, as the kiss ended.

"Only a bit," the mercenary confirmed.

"Okay. I might deserve that," Dick admitted. "And I definitely deserve this," he added and pulled the redhead closer for another kiss. It only lasted a moment, because he remembered something else. "You," he added to Slade. "Strip."

"Since when is he in charge?" Red X complained to the mercenary.

"Don't know, don't care," the man smirked and pulled his top over his head.

"That's what I'm talking about," Richard leered. "I could look at that chest all day."

"You can, from your back," the man offered.

"And you… do you still shave?" the hero asked the thief. "Everywhere?"

"You bet."

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Dick wanted to know. "This is an audition, and if I don't see you naked in fifteen seconds you are disqualified. That goes for you too, S- oh, you're already nude. Good job. Points for you."

"I like it at the top," the man smirked.

"I know you do," the hero snorted.

"Ta-daa!" Red exclaimed, signaling that he had finished his task.

"Well, I'm still half dressed," Dick reminded them both, and that little oversight was taken care of immediately.

"So… let the best man win?" Red X grinned and kissed Dick's shoulder.

"Oh, I will," Slade assured him from the opposite side.

"Boys, boys…" the hero chuckled. "I think we'll start with an oral exam. I hope the rug isn't too tough on your knees."

Red snickered and crawled down to obey. Slade, however, stood on his knees on the sofa over a sprawled out hero.

"Hey, you won't reach my cock from there," Dick pointed out.

"Maybe not, Grayson, but this is about pleasing you," the man said and grabbed the young hero's hair. "And I remember how much you loved it when I took control. Open wide, now. You'll need to."

Richard gave the man a glare but gave into his own lust, because Slade was, annoyingly enough, right. He loved being dominated, at least if it was done right, and only Slade seemed to know how. In the mean while Red X was doing fabulously on his end.

Soon Dick found himself on his knees in the sofa being taken from both ends and he couldn't help but feel that this was the best way ever to end a long night's work. His only objection was the leather cord they had bound his cock and balls with, stopping him from coming. Slade had pointed out that it wouldn't be fair if he came before they had a chance to really prove themselves. The hero was impressed that the man had learned a new word. 'Fair' didn't use to be in his dictionary, after all.

Red X grunted as he came, making Richard even more eager to get the damn cord off, but, after a first try, Red had a firm grip on his wrists, making it so much easier for Slade to fuck his throat without any pesky resistance. As the thief climaxed, however, Dick thought he'd get his chance, but Slade merely took the other's place.

"MMgggh!" the hero groaned as the man filled him with a single thrust.

"Told you you loved it," he heard the man purr.

Red, not wanting to be out of the game, squeezed in on his back under Dick and began kissing him and playing with his nipples. The young black haired man moaned louder than ever, because he had forgotten that the thief's fingers were as talented as his lips. One hand found its way further down, however, and closed around Richard's very engorged and extremely sensitive shaft, making him whimper.

"Just tell me when, Slade," Red X said.

"I'm… nearly… now!" the mercenary ordered, and, with a tug on a loose end, the leather strap came undone.

It felt like his balls exploded, taking his shaft with them, and Dick cried out as he came. Wave after wave were hitting him until he was merely shuddering, collapsed against the thief in a hot, sticky mess.

"I'd say we both get A's," the redhead chuckled, sounding spent himself.

"So?" Slade asked, covering the hero's back and giving his shoulder a series of those little bite-kisses which, Richard knew, left clear marks. And he had scheduled a gym-session with his fellow officers tomorrow. Shit. He wondered if Slade knew that. It wouldn't surprise him. "Well?" the man added when Dick didn't answer.

"Huh? Well, what?"

"Who won?"

"Oh, Slade…" Richard smiled lazily over his shoulder. "Who says the audition is over?"

The End

The prompt for this was SladinX with Robin being Nightwing and that there should be comments regarding his ass and "fingerstripes" which I had to look up… ;) It's the blue stripes, also including his two middle fingers, which some Nightwing uniforms has down its arms… and it's apparently a "thing"… I don't know, but I thought it looked kinda cool, actually… So… mission accomplished? I'm sorry for the lack of plot, but getting three men together, even THESE men, acquires either an insane amount of background plot or just getting down to business… and with the time-issues I have, PWP was my save… ;)