A/N: No more university until August! I'm still working full time, but my vacation starts in July, so yay! Here is a SUPER SHORT Black Sheep drabble for you. More is to come, I'm working on several stories and the first chapter of the next arc of "The Good Boy" is done, but you need to give me more time to write, kay? Thanks for being patient. Put down the pitch forks.

Black Sheep – Amazing things

Robin lay propped up in bed, a small lazy, satisfied smile on his face, studying Slade who, somewhat grumpily, was removing the remains of his shirt. The man had returned to the city after some time away on business and Robin had jumped him in the hallway. He had been in a hurry, and things had been in the way.

"I liked this shirt," Slade claimed.

"I'll buy you a new one. You've earned it," Robin said and then snickered at the glare he got. "Come on, isn't it flattering that you've been the only thing on my mind for days, and I was close to exploding?" the young man continued.

"Somewhat. It's just that I was away for two weeks, so what were you thinking about the rest of the time?" the man smirked back.

"Well, we do have a new hot mail man…"

"We had. He just got fired," Slade snorted. A joke of course, but Robin liked to provoke the man just a little bit.

"He could deliver anything in my slot anytime…" he continued. "I bet he has a huge package for me…"

"Forget fired, he's dead," Slade decided.

"Aw, you're so sweet!" his younger lover cooed, making the mercenary chuckle.

"I know what makes my Princess happy. Threaten to kill a few people and fuck him into the mattress, and I won't have to worry about you being faithful, will I?"

"Nope, I'm perfectly good with that. And you playing nice with Bruce."

"Deal breaker."

"Just sometimes. Besides, Rose would make you less fun in bed if you don't, I've heard her say that myself."

"Fine." The man sighed like the troubles of the universe were resting on his shoulders. He sighed again when he looked at the remains of the shirt he had shrugged off and was holding in his hands. Robin snickered quietly as Slade disappeared into the bathroom. He rolled out of bed himself and went to the kitchen to put the potato wedges in the oven. The rest of the Titans were covering him for a few days, as he had been working around the clock while Slade was gone. Now it was family time. Hence the cooking. Well, frying a nice steak and make some sauce out of the powdered stuff might not be anything fancy, but it was good and he knew Slade loved a big meal like that once in a while. Robin would help him work it off later.

That night, after some of that workout, the young hero was again studying the man, who was now next to him in bed.

"It's not that you can't look, but you have a rather weird expression on your face," Slade eventually said.

"Sorry, it's just… I'm still not over it."

"Well, good. When I make an impression on someone I want it to be permanent."

"That's not what I meant, idiot," Robin chuckled. "I was just thinking… a couple of years ago I would have never thought we would end up like this."

"Who would?" the man shrugged.

"If I had known maybe we could have hooked up sooner," Robin leered.

"Absolutely not. You were too young as it was. In ten years, when people ask you how old you were when we met, I want you to say eighteen. At least."

"Pft, I could have had you when I was fourteen," Robin snickered.

"I want to say no, I really, really do," the man groaned, "but not even the straightest man could resist that ass for too long if it was thrown in their face…"

"You're so romantic."

"Another fault of mine. I spoil you. So is that what you're not over? That we got together?"

"Well, yes and no… more that it's you, you know. I used to almost wet my pants when I was about to face you and now here I am…"

"Getting your pants wet in other ways."

"Heh, yeah. But if I went back in time, walked up to myself and told me 'in four years you'd be able to touch Slade's nipples whenever you want', I would have thought I was completely insane." While he was saying this, one of his fingers was teasingly circling one of those nipples.

"I feel slightly cheap now, should I play harder to get?" the man chuckled.

"No, I want you to be my slutty Tiger," Robin grinned.

"If I could go back in time and tell myself that I would let the little pip-squeak of a hero in Jump City call me his 'slutty tiger' in the future, I don't know what would have happened…" the man muttered while his young lover snickered madly.

"Would you add that you call me 'Princess'?" the teen asked.

"Maybe that would make me feel better, yes."

"We're weird."

"Definitely. I like that about us," Slade deadpanned.

Robin chuckled and kissed the man's shoulder, which was simply closest to him. Then he rose up a little and kissed his chest as well.

"You want to go again?" Slade the Romantic asked.

"No, I just wanna lie here and cuddle," the teen sighed happily and draped himself half over the mercenary.

"That won't hold me for long," Slade commented the change of position.

"Oh, shush. You've been gone for two weeks, you owe me some snuggles," the hero ordered.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened?" the man wanted to know.

"No. I know it was a government thing, and those tend to get nasty," Robin, who had learned a thing or two about how things worked now, said. "And if you thought it would be a no-kill mission we would have gone together."

"It wasn't all that bad. It went well. There was just one guy…"

"You need to talk about it?" Robin asked, as the man's voice got distant.

"Of course not!" Slade snorted. "… He was young, couldn't have been more than twenty five. Damn rookie. The idiot came right at me, no cover, probably thought he was in an action movie. Had to take him out."

"Idiots shouldn't reproduce anyway," Robin said flippantly. He didn't exactly feel like it was a joke, but he knew that Slade –subconsciously at least− needed to know that Robin was on his side in this. The hero had learned from experience that the mercenary reacted badly to words of comfort, though, and would have most likely gotten out of bed if he had tried something like 'it wasn't really your fault'.

"Exactly," the man agreed and kissed the top of his head.

They stayed like that for a while, until Robin got another urge.

"Are you ready for some dessert?" he asked.

"If you have the energy to make, or even go get, dessert I haven't fucked you well enough," Slade told him.

"Who said anything about making or getting it?" Robin grinned and reached into the drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out a tube of raspberry jam-like gel. "Mind being the plate?" he added with a leer.

"Not at all. A warning, though; the dessert might contain nuts."

"I'm counting on it containing both nuts, banana… the whole yummy package," the teen snickered and started spreading the pink, sticky substance on Slade's chest and abs.

"The nuts are lower."

"Patience, Tiger. I'll get to them," the hero snorted. "Now be a good plate and stay quiet through the meal, alright?"

"And this I come home to…" the man half muttered, half chuckled.

"Yes," Robin smeared some gel on his lips and kissed the man deeply, letting him taste the treat. "This you come home to," he said breathlessly as he pulled away. "You come home to me."

The End

A/N: Yes, I know it was short. Please review anyway, it would be nice to know is someone is still out there, reading….