A/N: We're having a little Easter competition in the Sladin group, and even though it's my contest, so I'm not taking part of it, I decided to post an contribution anyway. Rules? Has to mention 'egg' in one form or another…

This is the Black Sheep universe, taking place after Black Sheep 4-Ever.

Black Sheep: A Crackin' Good Time

Robin smiled and stretched lazily as he woke up. His smile only widened as he realized that not only was he home, that was; in his and Slade's apartment, he had also been allowed to sleep in. The last couple of weeks, actually the whole year so far, had been murder. Sometimes literally.

The Titans had been working their asses off here in Jump as an unexpected rise in crime had hit the area. Robin joked that it looked like someone had finally figured out that Slade wasn't playing anymore and decided to take over the board. Slade had answered that he was still in the game; he had just enlarged the playing field and couldn't be bothered with a pesky little city anymore.

The young hero had been grateful to be kept busy after coming back to Jump after New Years, though. They had all traveled to Addie's funeral shortly after, of course, but then life had, somehow, returned to normal. There were changes, naturally, but only good ones, Robin thought. The apartment was an amazing plus and they had recently connected it to Titans Tower via a secret tunnel from the building's garage. It had taken a lot of very private talks to the city officials to get the approvals for that but, somehow, Slade seemed to bring up random subjects around these people which made them very nervous and willing to sign the permits quickly.

Robin pretended very hard not to understand what was going on. He defended his fake naivety with that it was for a good cause, but he had to admit that he had traveled further into the gray area morally since he met Slade. He would never realize the man's wet dream and join him as a mercenary, but things were just not as simple as he had believed when he was young and dumb. Granted, he was just about to turn eighteen so he wasn't exactly ancient yet.

And speaking about ancient; Slade wasn't in the room. This wasn't surprising as it must be quite late in the morning. Robin glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. Yup. Almost nine. He was very grateful to be allowed to sleep in, though, because for the last two weeks he had barely been home at all, crashing at the Tower between missions. Yesterday they had made a huge bust, however, arresting two rivaling mob-families who had been causing a big part of the crime wave. As the police had taken them away Robin had told the chief that the Titans were taking the Easter off, unless there was some kind of monster emergency. The police had to step away from the doughnut shop and handle the rest for once. Not that he told the chief the last part, but he certainly thought it.

There was another big change in their life. Joseph had surprised them all by transferring to a hospital here in Jump City for further treatment and rehabilitation. Raven had offered to lend her healing powers and, although she could only afford short sessions as she didn't dare drain herself with all the fighting she had to do, the blond man's fingers had regained almost all of their mobility by now, far more than he could have hoped for with only medical treatments. He had begun to play again, slowly, and Robin felt very confident that he would be alright.

Joseph was also in therapy after all he had been through and the teen hero had wondered if he should go to a few sessions as well. It had been hard, sometimes, to remember what Jamie had done, but the sound of the alarm going off rather drenched the thoughts out. It was worse on the calm nights, especially when Slade wasn't at home. The man had only been on a few shorter missions these past months, though, and worked a lot with online tracking and hacking instead, as far as Robin knew. He didn't ask too many questions. He had made the man snort when he had jokingly told him that he preferred if he came home with his clothes splattered in his own blood instead of someone else's. It was only half a joke, though. Robin trusted the man not to take on missions that were… too bad, but he knew Slade didn't give a damn about the law when he had a job to do. He did it the most efficient way, and that seldom meant doing it by the book. Still, the hero had decided to look the other way and just trust the man's judgment. And yes, it was pretty hard sometimes.

Robin sniffed the air. Something smelled good. Breakfast must be cooking and he was rather hungry. He stretched one last time before he, rather reluctantly, left the warm bed. It was a very good one. The biggest in the line and it cost a pretty penny too. Handmade in Sweden. Slade said that if it came from there, nothing would shock it, and so far, it hadn't collapsed on them. They had kept the headboard, though, just as Robin had wished, and the teen muttered as he pulled a belt away from the crisscrossing metal beams. They kept forgetting things like that. When the cleaning lady had come by last week, it had been handcuffs. Somewhat embarrassing.

He managed to find his underwear as well and then padded barefoot out into the kitchen. Their apartment was actually two stories, with a loft which contained an office for each of them, a guest bedroom and a small home gym. They had opted to have the master bedroom on the main floor, however, mostly because of the better view but also because it skived a few seconds off the time it took them from waking up to get out the door, and both of them tended to have to leave quickly at times.

There was plenty of space here; the ceilings were high, especially the part of the main floor that the loft didn't cover, of course. Looking up you could see large wooden beams holding the roof up and the windows throughout the apartment were huge. It had been an old warehouse from the turn of the century and they had kept the floor-to-ceiling divided windows. They had also left some of the brickwork exposed and even the floor, wide wooden oak planks, was original although it had been sanded down and polished of course. It was a four storey building, but because of the loft conversions, which 'ate up' two levels, so to speak, and the total size of the living space, there was only one apartment below. That was luckily rented by a company who used it to host visiting CEO's and important clients, so they usually had the whole building to themselves, which fitted both of them perfectly. They had a private elevator as well, so Robin could even leave in his uniform and go directly down to their own garage and then, from there, take his R-cycle to the Tower or out into the city.

It was really a great setup, but Robin would give it all up as long as he could keep just one thing: the man currently standing in the kitchen about to fry some eggs.

"Morning, Tiger," the teen grinned and leaned against the kitchen island, just admiring the man. Slade was wearing a short robe which was hanging open, revealing a pair of dark grey boxer briefs underneath.

"Finally up, Princess? Or should I call you Sleeping Beauty today?"

"Pft, I earned a few extra hours," Robin snorted, "Besides, I wake up to find you like I want you; half naked in the kitchen cooking me breakfast."

"I know where you really want me, kid," the man smirked.

The teen laughed and shook his head, his eyes still travelling over the man's form. "You know what? I remember the first time I saw you cooking… and I thought it was the strangest thing in the world…"

"Why? Did you expect me to sit around and starve to death?"

"No, but it was just… I mean… you… in a kitchen…"

"Ah, I see I could have forgone the mask and the ploys and just showed up with a frying pan and you would still be intrigued…" the man smirked.

"Well, the mask and the villain thing kinda got my attention too," Robin grinned back, and then his eyes landed on the man's boxers. Not surprising, perhaps, but for once his focus wasn't on what they were hiding. "Those are new… what is that pattern?" he asked, squinting his eyes. "Don't tell me it's cogwheels?"

Slade glanced down as well and chuckled.

"I think it's supposed to be a puzzle. Want to solve it? It's not hard yet, but it can be…"

"You just want to get laid," Robin retorted.

"Ah, a morning of bad puns… it's almost like we're back in the Tower," Slade snorted.

"Aw, that's sweet, you miss Beast Boy!" the hero snickered.

"Like a genital rash," the man muttered. "Breakfast will be ready shortly. I thought we deserved a bit of an indulgence as it's Easter."

"Hmm…. yeah… indulgence…" Robin hummed, not really thinking about food at the moment.

"If you had expected to paint eggs or something, you should head over to the Tower, though," Slade continued but then paused. "You're not listening, are you?"

"Absolutely…" Robin nodded, being just slightly off.

"Horny boy," the man chuckled. "Want a protein shot before breakfast?"

"Yes please," the teen grinned, having picked up on the offer.

"If I knew you would be this demanding…" the man sighed, "I would have moved in with you a lot sooner."

"Oh, stop complaining and give me what I want," Robin grinned before walking up and kissing the man good morning. "Besides, you know you can barely survive a day without this."

"Well, I wouldn't say a day…" Slade objected somewhat. He shouldn't have, because Robin immediately decided that it was a challenge.

"Bitch, please!" he snorted.

"What did you call me?" Slade interjected.

"It's just an expression!" the hero defended himself. "Besides, you love my mouth on you… you know you've never had better and never will."

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" the man smirked. Maybe he had known what he was doing after all.

"I know I can make the great Deathstroke lose control…" Robin purred.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Very well, you may try," the mercenary chuckled. "But are you sure you can do it with only your mouth, keeping those fingers of yours to yourself?"

The hero grinned evilly but then nodded. He pulled the belt out of Slade's robe and handed it to the man before turning around and crossing his wrists behind his back.

"Tie me up, then… or you're going to claim that I cheated."

"Clever boy," the man chuckled but did as Robin had suggested.

The teen snickered softly to himself as he noticed that the man didn't mess around with the rope even when they were just playing; he doubted he would be able to get free if he wanted to. When it was done the Titan turned around and gave the man another kiss. He then seemed to think of something.

"Hmmm… you can still cheat, though, claiming I didn't rock your world… we must have something that proves I did…" the teen said and then smirked. "The eggs. They are raw, right? Hold one in each hand… I bet they won't be whole when I'm done with you."

"Fine, Princess," Slade said and picked the eggs up. "But you'll be eating this up. Literally."

"… I'm sure I will…" Robin smirked and leaned forwards to kiss the man's chest. Slowly he lowered himself down on his knees, trailing kisses the whole way until he came to the waistband of the man's underwear. As his knees hit the floor Robin looked up and smiled before letting his tongue trace the outline of the man's bulge through the fabric.

"Need any help?" Slade asked.

"Nuh-uh, just hold on to those eggs," the teen said and then continued to mouth the man's meat through the boxers until the fabric was getting soaked from both sides. Raising up on his knees a bit he nibbled and even placed a small bite on the man's hip-bone before grabbing the waistband in his teeth and pulling it out and down. It took a bit of work, though.

"If that waistbands snaps back again, I'm going to break the eggs for all the wrong reasons," Slade growled after a little slip up.

"I'm sorry, Master," Robin said in his best submissive voice, which made the man chuckle.

"You really know what buttons to push to be forgiven, don't you?"

"I had to learn, didn't I?" the hero smirked.

"And you learned well," the man admitted with a nod. "Well? Go on."

"Yes, Master," Robin agreed eagerly. It was a bit of a cheat calling Slade by that title and he rarely did, because he knew the man loved it and the hero didn't want the effect to fade by overusing it. Robin himself didn't mind to play submissive now and then. Sometimes it was a real rush, but it was just a game, not his nature. Sucking Slade off was not submitting to him in any way, according to Robin; he loved it.

"This will be number nine thousand eight hundred exactly," he pointed out. Even being so busy, he had set some time aside for the really important things in life since they left Gotham.

"If you ever get to it, it will," Slade pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, you can't rush an artist!" Robin muttered and then, finally, managed to get the boxers over the man's erection and then down enough to reach his prize.

He wouldn't just gobble it, though; he would take his time. If he was going to drive the man crazy he would have to include some torture, like dragging things out. Robin didn't mind at all. Maybe it was that morally gray area coming into play again. He ignored the shaft for now and began lapping at the man's balls instead, sucking one of them into his mouth, tugging lightly. He knew Slade could take quite a bit of this kind of 'abuse' and that it would only work to his advantage.

He didn't stop paying attention to that part of the man's body until he heard the man's breathing change. He would never, ever tell Slade this, because the damn man would probably just hold his breath if he knew about it, but Robin had fairly recently figured out that if he listened very carefully to the way the man was breathing, he could tell how good he was making him feel. There was no panting or gasping, oh no, but things like if he was breathing through his nose or his mouth… How quickly... How deep… If the intakes of air were the longest or if it was the other way around… Robin was learning it all. He slowly licked up the underside of the shaft, tilting his head to his side and using both his lips and his tongue, stimulating the ridge there.

When he got to the flared mushroom head his reward was waiting for him in the form of pearls of precum which were already trickling downwards. Slade tended to produce quite a bit of the stuff and Robin approved of that. Especially when there wasn't enough lube handy, but also because he truly liked the taste. He liked everything about sucking the man off. He lifted his gaze to make eye contact as he flicked the tip of his tongue over and into the slit, smirking slightly as he did. He noticed Slade's hands actually constrict around the eggs.

"Hmmm… you want to grab my head and just ram your big cock down my throat, don't you?" the teen asked huskily between licks. "And you could, you know… I wouldn't be able to stop you with my hands tied behind my back…" he pointed out. "But ah… the eggs… letting go of them would be cheating, wouldn't it?"

"And since when do I mind cheating?" the man said through his teeth, clearly fighting the inclination to do as Robin had suggested.

"Oh, never… not when you can win… but in this case it would mean that you lose, after all…" the teen grinned.

"Just shut up and suck," the man half snorted, half groaned. Robin snickered. They had heard that line in a porno they had watched together. They had better sex than the actors had had, though, so they mostly ended up laughing at the dialogue.

The hero took the whole swollen tip into his mouth next. Only the tip, letting his tongue swirl around as much of it as it could reach. It was time to up the pace a little, though. After drawing a couple of deep breaths through his nose Robin plunged forward. The man's hips thrust forward to meet the move, but Robin had counted on getting a bit too much a bit too quickly and the next moment his nose was buried in the man's pubes, his throat completely filled with the large cock. It wasn't comfortable, but even this Robin loved, just like he loved the slight burn of getting fucked, and he had long since mastered his gag reflex. He steadied himself a little bit and then pulled back, caught a breath through his nose and plunged down again. With no use of his hands he couldn't steady himself and he was at the mercy of the man, or at least his hips. Slade had discovered this as well, and as their eyes met, the man smirked as he pushed forward. Robin moaned around the shaft, knowing the vibrations added to the pleasure and he wanted to urge the man on. Slade doing some of the job towards losing the bet suited Robin perfectly, especially since he was beginning to regret insisting on getting his hands tied… he needed them more than he thought he did, if only for leverage and balance.

The hero let the man fuck his mouth for a little while, meeting each thrust, working his tongue as much as he could when the cock was sliding out and groaning with pleasure as it trust back in. When the speed increased, however, Robin pulled away and Slade wasn't able to stop him. The man gave a snort of irritation which made the Titan want to grin, but he put on an innocent expression instead as he sweetly kissed the head, and then continued placing soft kisses and licks down the now twisting and weeping shaft. Slowly he moved back to sucking on just the head and then began bobbing his head up and down, quickly but very shallowly.

Slade tried to force himself deeper, and Robin knew that was where the man wanted to be; deep inside him. He countered the thrusts this time, though, by subtly moving backwards and pulling up when the hips pushed forward. He was still making sure it felt really good and he could actually stimulate the man better like this, but, of course, he knew it wasn't enough. He counted, on it. He could hear that Slade was coming closer to the edge with every quick bob, and if the man would just settle for just coming in Robin's mouth the teen knew he would lose the bet. However, he knew Slade better than that and, suddenly, the man's hands were in his hair, grabbing his head, burying himself in the teen's throat as he came. Said hands were, the hero noticed, very sticky.

Robin grinned triumphantly from the floor, with egg yolk running down the side of his face and a white pearl of semen temporarily lingering in the corner of his lips before his pink tongue darted out to catch it.

"You are looking very smug," Slade muttered.

"I should; I won," Robin smirked.

"In the meanwhile one third of our breakfast has burned, one third is cold and the rest is in your hair," Slade pointed out.

"Well, you can start over while I take a shower," the teen snickered and, a bit clumsily, got to his feet as his legs were on the verge of falling asleep. He turned around to show the man his hands. "Untie me, loser," he grinned over his shoulder.

"No."

"What?"

"No." The man had a rather large grin on his face and suddenly Robin found himself being picked up. "I think I'll start a new tradition and keep you tied up for the rest of the day."

"Just because you lost a bet? That's not fair!" Robin objected.

"You're right…" Slade mused as he put the teen down in the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Let's make it the whole holiday."

The End

A/N: Yes, I'm sure I've used the "shut up and suck" thing before, because it's a half-famous porno line, but it just fitted so well here that I decided to use it again… great quotes never gets old! ;)

And yeah, Robin had it coming, calling Slade "loser"... that's just stupid. ...or maybe he knew how the man would react then too...? ;)