A/N: just a little Black sheep story, totally domestic, no drama, nothing happens… *lol* but as "The Good Boy" has been delayed a bit due to U.S weather, here it is…

Black Sheep: There's No Place Like Home

"Slade, you home?" Robin, dressed in his uniform, had slipped in through the skylight into their apartment, and was shedding his clothes as he went. Mask, gloves, cape, belt, tunic, boots. Some days your work clothes just itched more than others.

"In the study," a very welcomed voice called back.

"Oh, thanks god, I really need you." Robin sighed happily as he turned towards the room in just his tights and shirt.

"What for?" the man asked.

"A good, long, hard f-" the teen walked through the door, just to see his mentor on one of the large screens on the wall. "-udge. I… I really feel like something sweet. Hello, Bruce."

"Nice save," the dark knight muttered. Somehow he wasn't looking his usual, cool self, and Robin's embarrassment soon disappeared as he spotted something.

"Is that spit up all over your batsuit?" he snickered.

"Addie is… going through a phase."

"I keep telling you, it's not a phase, all babies spit up," Slade sighed.

"Did you call Slade for baby-advice, because I like Addie and I don't particularly want her dead," Robin joked.

"I do have some experience," the mercenary muttered.

"Yes, dear," the teen teased.

"I have to go," Bruce said. "You're good, Robin?"

"I am, thank you. You too?"

"Yes. Well. Apart from the fact that we seem to have gotten a human fountain. We're hoping you can fly out for a visit soon. Easter holiday, maybe?"

"We would love to," the young man beamed.

"You're not even going to ask me?" Slade injected.

"What for? If you can't go, I'll go myself. But you can. And you will."

"Yes, dear," Slade mimicked with a sigh which even made Bruce crack a smile as he said goodbye and signed off.

"So that fudge you wanted...?" Slade asked, arching an eyebrow but not getting up from his seat behind the desk.

"Yeah… had a bad day…" the hero sighed an hopped up on the desk, completely disregarding the gadgets and papers littering it.

"And yet, when I had a bad day last week, you yelled at me to stay away?"

"You had a bad day because you had to wade through some sewer and you were covered with human waste!" Robin objected.

"And that was a turn-off for you?" the man smirked.

"Urg… it even is now."

"Then let's stop talking about it." The man pushed some of the things aside, and pulled Robin to the middle of the desk so Titan was sitting right in front of him. The mercenary slowly ran his hands from the teens knees up his thighs, parting the limber, green-clad legs as he went along. "So, tell me about your day."

"Really?"

"It's called foreplay."

"Um… no, no, that's not actually- oh, well, forget it. So, we were doing some charity work today, and I met this man-"

Slade's fingers tightened almost unnoticeably on Robin's thighs. "And?"

"And… he was very, very creepy and was coming on to me… and I had to take pictures with him, and he stunk of some cheap, horrible cologne-"

"I was wondering what that smell was." Slade frowned deeply. "He touched you?"

"Well, of course I told him exactly where to put his hands if he didn't stop, but he seemed to think it was perfectly acceptable for some reason. Like I wouldn't say anything because I'm a good little hero. I don't know…" Robin sighed in frustration. "I just wanted to come home and smell of you instead."

"Aw, that's sweet, but it sounds like I have a man to kill."

"Nope. Nope-nope-nope," Robin said firmly and encircled Slade –chair and all− with his legs. "Buuut if you want to bring him immense humiliation, lots of pain and most likely an early death, I have a suggestion."

"I'm listening."

"The way he acted… I don't know, but I just have a feeling that he wouldn't mind someone younger. He flirted with Beast Boy too, but luckily he's a bit too naïve to understand what was going on. Just to be sure, I'd like to check his computer for any… well, you know. Bad stuff."

"I'll get right on it."

"No, you big lug! You'll get right on me! I made him notice –quite painfully—that his advances weren't appreciated, so let's just lay low for a week or two, or he might claim the stuff was planted, okay? And seriously, am I just not sexy anymore? I'm sitting right here, waiting for you to take me, idiot!"

"Am I being inconsiderate again, princess?" the man chuckled.

"A bit, yes," Robin muttered sullenly.

"Will it help if I tell you that I've been half hard since you walked in?"

"Yes! Thank you!" the teen grinned. "You don't look so bad yourself," he added sultry and placed his hands on the man's chest. "I love it when you wear a t-shirt, you look so damn hot."

"I was about to hit the gym when Bruce called," Slade shrugged.

"I think you should change your uniform to T-shirt and boxer briefs."

"Might not be the most practical outfit."

"Have you met Starfire?"

"Well, if you borrow one of her skirts we might have a deal."

"Hmmm…"

"You're actually considering it?"

"Well… I'm not interested in cross-dressing, but just the skirt might… save time."

"If you go commando."

"Is there any other way?"

"Naughty boy."

"Oh Tiger, you have no idea."

"Probably not, the skirt thing was a surprise…"

"Enough foreplay. I have another little surprise for you," Robin grinned and jumped off the desk. He grinned as he slowly pulled off his shirt and flung it in Slade's face. He then, slowly, slowly started to push down his tights, revealing something white underneath. Something that didn't look like briefs.

"Hmmm…" The sound was one of appreciation and the teen grinned. He had bought a new set of jockstraps just the other day, and as he was just going to charity work today he hadn't worn a cup with them. Or underwear. He gradually turned around, showing off his bare ass which was perfectly framed by the wide white straps. Soon the tights were a crumpled pile on the floor and Robin was looking at Slade over his shoulder, giving him a 'well, do you want it?' look. It seemed Slade did, but it also seemed that he wasn't quite done with the foreplay yet.

"Come here, Princess," he ordered.

"As my Master commands," Robin snickered and obeyed.

"Tell me, boy," the man said firmly and grabbed the young man's ass when he was close enough, pulling him all the way up against the chair Slade still was seated in. "Who does this belong to?"

"You, Sir," Robin mumbled with a fake coy look.

"And yet you let someone else touch you today? Even if he had only looked at you, that would have required a punishment, but he had his hands on you. You smell like him. That's very, very bad, Robin. What are we going to do about it, you think?"

"Slade, please, I only wanted-"

"Enough. Over my knees, right now."

Robin groaned but arranged himself, bottom up, over the man's lap.

"I just wanted a fuck," he complained, but he already squirmed in anticipation. He didn't want to admit that he liked this, because it just seemed a little… well… too submissive. "Ow!"

"Already crying out? That was just the first one," his assaulter chuckled.

"I just wasn't read- OW! Ow! Ow! Wait, how many –ow– are you –ow– going to –ow– give me?"

"I'll stop once your ass is nice and red. Well be a pretty contrast to the jockstrap, I think."

"Wait –ow– I'm getting –ow– an esthetical spanking?"

"Yes."

"And here I –ow– thought my ass was –ow– perfect!"

"Nearly there."

"God, I hope you have –ow– lube in a drawer, because I –ow– can't wait for the bedroom," Robin groaned, rubbing his crotch against Slade's legs, like a dry humping dog.

"There. Nice and red," Slade finally said a little later, caressing the burning cheeks.

"Ooow… you need to make that up to me, you know," Robin smirked as the man let him up. "And I know exactly how," he added and bent over the desk. "Pucker up, or my red ass and I are leaving."

"Like you would," Slade snorted but rolled his chair into position behind the teen, gingerly parted the stinging cheeks and leaned forward.

"YEEEES!" Robin moaned, his eyes rolling up in his skull as the man's wet, hot tongue entered him. "Oh… this… so… fucking… good…yesssssss!" he babbled. The next moment he was suddenly overcome. "I'm gonna- damn!"

"Did you just soil my desk?"

"Pretty much, yeah, sorry about that."

"Well, you're going to pay," Slade said and then the teen heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

"No, no, no!" Robin was suddenly on the other side of the room, backing away. "You're not putting that fat thing inside me unless I'm turned on! At least not right after I have come!"

"Even now?"

Robin crossed his arms. "What do you mean 'even now'? Are you insinuating that I'm getting loose back there, or what?" The teen was affronted, but much of it died away when he saw the "aw crap" look on Slade's face. No one but him would have even seen the man's expression change, but the Boy Wonder knew exactly what the minimal rise of his eyebrows meant.

"No. Absolutely not."

"Good. Because I do exercises for you, you know," Robin told him.

"I'm very grateful," Slade said, as humbly as he possibly could.

"As you should be. Now, take me to the bedroom and convince me that I want to be very uncomfortable, please."

"I think I can do that."

"You're very good at it, yeah," Robin grinned.

"Do we have too much sex?" Robin asked his partner half an hour later, after getting well and truly convinced.

"Is there such a thing?" Slade asked.

"I have no idea. Sometimes I wonder how often normal couples do it, though."

"We're not a 'normal couple'," Slade spat, as if it was an insult.

"I know, I know," Robin chuckled, and hugged the other man's body closer. Actually, he hugged himself closer to Slade's body, as the man outweighed him by quite a bit.

"When it comes to the amount of cuddling in the household, though," the mercenary began.

"Shut up and take it, big guy."

"I feel so used."

"Why do you even worry about small things like that?" the cuddle victim said a little bit later.

"I just do. You don't?"

"No. Why should I?" The man rolled on top of Robin, pinning him down and smirking. "I know that I want you, that you're mine, and that nothing is going to change that. See? Nothing to worry about."

"Um," the teen said and seemed to refuse to meet the man's eye.

"What?"

"I... I... shit."

"What? What's wrong? What haven't you told me?" Despite claiming otherwise, Slade suddenly did sound worried.

"We... have company."

"What?" Slade looked at the doorway, but after not seeing anyone he followed Robin's gaze. It led out the window, landing on Red X, who seemed to be having problems with his jump-cord and struggled frenetically to get away.

"Oh. Has he been there long?" Slade said and rolled off Robin again. The teen pulled the covers up over his own lap, but the mercenary, of course, didn't care about his own nudity.

"No, I saw the grapple hook shoot past the window just before you said all those sweet, romantic but creepily possessive things. Thank you for those by the way."

"I aim to please."

"You can't tell from going into the bathroom sometimes, but sure," Robin snickered and then turned his attention back to the struggling thief. "I think he was just trying to get away from something."

"I wonder from wh- and now we know," Slade said as a green ball of energy exploded outside the windows. They held, though, being specially constructed glass. The hero and the mercenary calmly watched the fight, Robin deciding that Red X wasn't worth getting out of bed over, especially as the rest of the team was there.

"Red is pretty agile," he noted.

"That he is," he mercenary nodded.

"Slade, have you ever...? I mean... Just as a pure fantasy, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with other people?"

"And now he needs to die."

"No! I said as a fantasy! Have you?"

"No, because I have been with other people. I understand if you wonder though, since-"

"Jamie," Robin cut in coldly.

Slade remained quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, Robin," he then said seriously.

"Don't worry. I know. I don't count him either. But you still misunderstand; it's not for me... I just... well, I can't help wondering what it would be like to watch you fuck someone else. Like Red. Hard. With me in the room, of course, watching. Maybe joining in."

"I see."

"You haven't thought about something like that?"

"No. Especially not with anyone touching you, no. But you're willing to whore me out? I think I'm insulted."

"Well... firstly, you'd have to wear a condom," Robin said and idly waved at Beast Boy who flew past the window and paused briefly. "I don't care that you can't catch anything; that cock is mine, so I'm the only one who should get to enjoy it bareback. But still, it would be a little bit interesting to watch... or be watched."

"Well, there's an easy way to make that happen," Slade shrugged.

"How?"

"Cameras. We'll tape it."

"Oooh... kinky!"

"I really appreciate the way you say that word so eagerly."

"Well, I'm pretty adventurous-"

"Remember the 'bag of fun' we had at the H.I.V.E?"

"Weeell... okay, maybe I was a bit more vanilla back then, but it was just a lot at once."

"I've trained you well since then."

"Oh, hush or it will be the missionary for a month. With lights out. Only at night. Twice a week."

Slade snorted like he knew exactly how long Robin would hold to a threat like that.

"So… you can make that happen?" the teen asked.

"I can get a whole automated studio in here if that's what you want," Slade shrugged.

"Cool," Robin grinned and leaned against the man's shoulder, still watching the show outside. It actually seemed that Red would get away after all, because none of the Titans wanted to risk his life by shooting him down, and he was about to get his belt to work. Yup, the teen nodded. There he went.

"If we make a movie…" Slade said thoughtfully as the action died down outside. "Could I send a few minutes of it to Bruce? As a birthday present?"

"I don't think that's a present he would appreciate, no," Robin snorted.

"Not for him. For me."

"No."

"You say I'm hard to shop for."

"No, you're impossible to shop for, but it's still no."

"Well, good luck finding something I'd rather want," the man huffed playfully.

"I'm only protecting you, Tiger."

"From what?"

"From your daughter. She will send something worse back, you know she will."

"Oh. Damn."

"Probably something titled 'how Slade became a grandfather for the second time.'"

"You just gave me nightmares."

"I'd rather you had nightmares than not being able to get it up for three weeks."

"Me too. I think."

"Trust me, I'm a hero. I'll save you from anything, even yourself," Robin smiled and patted the man's cheek. "My snuggly Tiger-wiger shouldn't have scary dreams."

"Are you looking for another spanking?"

Robin chuckled and sat up to straddle the man and then kiss him deeply. "No. I think it's time for me to head back out there. Help catch the bad guys."

"Well, you're sitting on the biggest threat Jump has ever seen. Who know what I'll do if you move?"

"Good point. I can save the world by just staying still," Robin smirked.

"Some moving will be required."

"How about I go to work and when I'll come home to a clean apartment, fresh sheets on the bed and a dinner waiting for me?"

"There's a line between brave and foolish, boy."

"Really? Never noticed."

"I know. It frequently gives me a headache."

"Well, it tends to make me hurt at the other end," Robin snickered. "Fine! Go be a bad boy, then Slade, but I really have to go. I have a lot of filing to do. Actual filing. And I owe the guys a night off, so I'm gonna take the night shift… but if you want to come over and keep me company…?"

"As long as you don't expect me to tag along on any missions."

"Of course not. Let me remind you that it was you who insisted on tagging along the other day."

"You were about to face a genetic cross between a T-rex and a giant octopus. By yourself."

"Yes?"

"Foolish."

"Oh. Well… having you there helped a bit."

"Like when I plunged my sword into the beast's brain?"

"Yes, for example. That was pretty handy. Although I still feel sorry for it, it wasn't its fault that the mad scientist-"

"Hush." Slade put a finger to the teen's lips. "Not another word or I won't let you out by yourself ever again."

"Why?"

"I think the charges would include being too… heroic."

"I think you meant to say something else," Robin frowned.

"Maybe. Get your butt out of bed now, before I plow it again."

Robin sighed, duty and desire fighting for the upper hand. Duty won, as it usually did. He grumbled and got off the man's lap.

"I need a shower. Please don't join me or I won't be able to leave," he complained, making his lover chuckle.

When he got out, uninterrupted, he found the bed sheets changed, and smiled. Their laundry bill was quite steep, but the sheets just tended to feel grubby after only two days or less. For some very weird reason.

He found Slade back at his desk, working, and gave him a quick kiss.

"If you have time, please come by the tower later?" Robin said.

"Something's come up, I might have to leave for a few days," the man replied.

"Aw, dammit." the hero sighed and slouched against the doorframe. "Will you at least call if you have to go? Because if you do, I'll stay with the team."

"Of course I'll let you know. Might come by too. Give you something to remember me by."

"I'd like that," the teen grinned. "Try not to be too bad and be careful."

"Try not to be too naïve, and be careful too," the man smirked back.

Robin grinned as he swung over the rooftops a little bit later. He let his thoughts linger on Slade just a little bit longer before focusing on his job as a Titan. He wasn't sure what others might think of their relationship, and –like Slade said− maybe he shouldn't care, but the fact that he usually left the apartment in a much better mood than when he entered it, must be a damn good sign…

The End

A/N: There you go. Not much, but I hope it was a little bit entertaining at least…