A/N: Happy birthday to me! *lol* No, I hadn't PLANNED on this drabble to be for my birthday, but it just happened, so… Seems I got myself a very smutty present… hmm… and I only read through it once, so sorry about the mistakes! It would be a nice birthday present if you pretend you didn't see them... ;)

Black Tie Optional

The party floor of one of Jump's grandest hotels looked quite exquisite, decorated all in white and filled with the most interesting art from the latest up-and-coming artists. It was also filled with over two hundred of the most rich and famous guests of the area, men in black tuxes, women in long colorful dresses. Robin had a strange impression of a mix of penguins and birds of paradise, all trapped on the pole because of the white surroundings.

He was there as Dick Grayson, representing the Wayne family who had contributed to the event, which was part art-show, part fundraiser. Still a detective, ever on the job, he let his eyes glide over the participants, looking for something odd or possibly threatening. Then he found it.

The faces in the room were everything from bored to ecstatic, some clearly intoxicated. One person stood out, though, and the moment Robin spotted him he knew. Slade. He had never seen the man without a mask or in civilian clothes and could only see his left profile but there was no question. To the teen he stuck out like a sore thumb. There were men who were as tall as him, or close to it, some had shoulders almost as wide, some certainly had more expensive tuxedoes which fit just as perfectly. He still stood out, though. The black eye patch came into view as the man turned his head in his direction and that sealed the deal. Their eyes met. Robin looked away. He was going to keep a close eye on Slade, naturally, but there was no use in drawing attention to himself. He was here as Dick. The man wouldn't recognize him.

"Hello, Robin."

Fuck.

"What are you doing here, Slade?" the young hero growled, keeping his voice down. Just the other day he had singlehandedly foiled the man's attempt at getting his hands on a beta version of a particle transmitter and the villain had not been happy. At this very moment Robin almost wished Slade would have gotten away with the part, because revenge was more or less inevitable now.

"Enjoying the art," the man let him know in a lazy drawl. "Quite… beautiful."

The teen, who had been glancing around the room, trying to see if the man might have planted anything or people were paying attention to them, looked up and met the man's eye again. He couldn't see any anger there, but there was something else that was just as worrisome; a smirk.

"Well, you've seen it. Why don't you leave?" Robin hissed.

"So rude," Slade tutted. "And no. I won't leave until I get what I came for."

"And what's that?" Robin didn't want to negotiate whit this man, but a negotiation was better than just having to face the facts.

"You."

The teen swallowed.

"We're in public. You can't do anything to me here."

"Was that a challenge?" Slade's smirk widened.

"No."

"You're right, though. There are a lot of people around. People who could, potentially, be hurt."

A thinly veiled threat that upped the ante.

Robin did a quick calculation. "I'll meet you on the roof in thirty minutes." He didn't have any weapons, but thirty minutes would give him time to reach one of the stashes with emergency gear he kept hidden around the city.

"No." Slade sounded amused for some reason. "This is what is going to happen. I have a room three floors up. You will accompany me to that room right now and for the next hour you will do whatever I tell you. If not, well…" Slade made a show of looking around. "These walls will get a bit more color on them."

"I won't do anything illegal or hurt anyone," Robin tried. He needed to have some boundaries of his own, although to be truthful he had enough people to save so that he could be convinced to go quite far.

"There will only be you and me in that room," Slade told him. "If you hurt anyone it will be me. And about illegal… you just turned eighteen, didn't you?"

Robin blinked in confusion and then nodded. That as the very reason Bruce thought he could represent their family tonight.

"Well, then," the man leered and continued. "Shall we?" he gestured to the exit out to the elevators.

Robin was tense, his body ready to flee or fight and he had to consciously repress these natural instincts. He drew a deep, silent breath and nodded.

Slade steered him towards the elevators with a hand only just touching his back. Once they were in the elevator, however, alone, the man's hand landed on his shoulder. The grip wasn't hard, but it was there, steering him, keeping him in place, warning him. Neither of them said a word on the short right up, nor as they walked along the corridor and stopped by a door. Slade unlocked it with a card and opened the door.

"Here we are," the man said and gestured for the young hero to walk inside ahead of him. Robin really had to force his feet to move, against all the good sense and survival instincts he had.

He didn't know what he had expected, but the room looked normal and bare like any hotel room. They came right into the bedroom and there was a door which most likely led to the bathroom. The huge windows were not the kind you could open. The door was the only way out and that was just locking behind him.

"Take you shoes off."

"What?" Robin understood the order, of course, but not the reason behind it.

"The hour starts now. I'll even set the timer on my phone. Unless you want to break our agreement I suggest you obey."

The teen had turned around to give the man an incredulous look, but as he only met a stony gaze he ducked his head and toed off his new dress shoes. They were uncomfortable anyway, and if he needed to fight they might be slippery against the plush carpet.

He looked up at the man again, defiantly, steeling himself for what might come. He didn't expect the man to smirk again and shrug his jacket off. Slade took a step towards him, forcing Robin, who wanted to stay out of arms length, back. The villain had merely stepped out of his own shoes, though. The jacket landed on a stuffed chair. The man's smirk grew a little as he undid his black bow tie and slipped that off, having it join the jacket. He undid the cuffs of his shirt. Robin started to feel a bit uncomfortable, in a different way than waiting to get beaten up. Slade's fingers now unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt.

"What… what are you doing?" Robin stuttered.

"Getting ready."

"For… for what?"

Slade raised an eyebrow. "For my hour with you, of course. Oh, forgive me," the man added, and suddenly the distance between them proved far from enough as the man reached him easily, pulling the young towards him by the lapels of his jacket. "You need to get ready too."

Robin tried to throw himself backwards but Slade didn't even seem to feel the strain and just tightened his grip as a signal to the young man to calm down and obey. The hero's heart was already beating fast, but now the beats got harder, somehow, resonating through his chest and making his breath come out in short puffs of air.

The man changed his grip, letting one of his hands slowly travel to Robin's bow tie. Leisurely the man undid it and pulled it away. The sliding sensation against his neck through the collar of his shirt made the teen shiver. Next Slade, still unhurriedly, pushed the jacket off his shoulders. Robin stood still as if hypnotized, his eyes widening, lips parting as he tried to deepen his quick breathing, staring up into that unfamiliar angular face, that smirk, that strange expression.

He had never felt this vulnerable before, this… caught. And he had had guns pointed at him, sharp blades at his throat, Now it was only bare hands touching him, not even hurting him, but it was so unfamiliar, so-

He tried to take half a step back. Slade followed and started to unbutton his shirt.

"What… why are you…?" Robin asked, and that blue-grey eye pierced him again. And now Robin finally recognized that look. Hunger. Not physical hunger, but- "S-Slade," he gasped. The man made a low sound and simply ripped the younger man's shirt in two, leaving his chest bare. Robin tried to push him away but was caught and pulled closer again. Flush up against the man, whose lips suddenly crashed against his own. He was so stunned that he just let the man kiss him at first while everything fell into place. He had apparently been too naïve when it came to the man's intentions but he hadn't for the life of him imagined that Slade wanted him like this. When he finally could move again he pushed his hands against the man's chest, with no result other than having Slade's grip on him tighten. One hand around the back of his neck. One arm around his middle, the hand moving down to cup his ass. Robin gasped, letting the man deepen the kiss. The sensation of the man's tongue was overwhelming. He had never experienced anything like this. He was a fighter, though, and tried to block and push back with his own tongue until it occurred to him that he was just kissing the man back. His whole body flushed and he made a small resigned sound. If Slade wanted to kiss him the man was obviously going to kiss him and unless Robin wanted a bloodbath downstairs there was nothing he could do about it. He felt his body go more or less limp in acceptance and only then did Slade slowly end the kiss, letting the teen gasp for air. Robin glared up at the man, hating that he felt like a child in his arm. He had grown, put on more muscle and still, STILL the man could handle him without any effort. It wasn't fair.

"I thought you would beat me up," Robin growled, feeling a bit stupid.

"That's still an option, but only an idiot would choose pain over pleasure," the man grinned.

"Only an idiot, huh?" the teen snorted. It was too hot in the room, he thought. Slade's body seemed to radiate heat. He needed some space. As the man's grip had loosened, Robin could turn and was about to walk away when he was caught again.

"A-a-ah," Slade warned him and the hero let out a frustrated noise which ended in a gasp as the man's hand caressed the front of his trousers.

"Don't!" Robin started. The man ignored him and deftly undid his belt and top trouser button with one hand. Before the teen knew it his zip was being pulled down. The lightweight tuxedo pants simply slipped off his hips and fell to the floor. The hand returned to cup the front of his black boxers and at the same time the man's lips attacked the side of his neck. Robin couldn't help the moan he made. The man's big, rough hand, his lips, his short, well kept beard, the woodsy scent of the man's aftershave, the heat from his body the fact that he was Slade… all those things were more arousing than they should be, and he started to both feel and show it. Slade could feel it too, judging by the way the man grunted into the hero's neck and his hand moved more determinedly over the boy's growing bulge.

The villain's arm was around his chest and Robin had a firm grip of it, almost holding himself up as his knees buckled a little. He tried not to thrust into the caressing hand, but it was so hard. No pun intended.

"So, little hero… time to see about that obedience," the man told him and let him go. "On your knees."

This time there was no confusion about what the man wanted him to do, and after a heart beat or two Robin complied. He was nervous and his hands shook a little as he undid the man's belt as Slade unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and shrugged it off. Robin swallowed as he saw the bare rippling muscles of the man's chest and arms for the first time, and then he made up his mind. He was brave, a little foolhardy even, and had a rebellious streak. He wanted to be in charge. He also, of course, didn't want the people downstairs hurt, which would happen if he did something stupid. So he wouldn't. He refused, however, to be Slade's victim in this, and that meant he had to stop acting like one. He undid the top button and then gave the man a very wide eyed innocent look.

"Go on," Slade prompted, obviously enjoying the apparent fear and hesitation. Robin, however, surprised him by first smirking and then leaning forward, catching the zipper tap and pulling it down with his teeth. "Well, well," the man chuckled, obviously pleased. His trousers also fell to the ground where Slade stepped out of them while Robin nuzzled the front of his boxer briefs. They were dark gray, had a prominent bulge and a wet spot forming at the front. The teen licked at it, then mouthed the length through the fabric before grabbing it with his teeth and pulling it down.

"Just as a warning…" Slade told him dryly. "This is a pleasure-for-pleasure, pain-for-pain type of deal. If you're planning to leave a mark down there you should be ready to receive one."

Robin just snorted as a reply and used his hands to get the underwear all the way down. When Slade's cock was released it was bigger than the teen had hoped, but there was nothing he could do about that, of course. He wrapped a hand around the base, his fingers not even meeting, and ran it up and down, watching the foreskin pull all the way back, revealing a wet and dripping tip. He wasn't daunted by the fact that he had no experience doing this. He knew the basics, he knew how he would like it to feel and he had seen plenty of… um… 'instructive' videos. So no, he wasn't nervous about this part, he actually felt rather eager. It was something he had wanted to try for a long time, maybe just not with this partner under these circumstances, but hey, it wasn't like Slade would break up with him if he was bad. The man was a practice dummy. The teen had trouble suppressing a chuckle as he ran his tongue from the base all the way up to the tip. The taste and scent was familiar, manly but clean and he quite liked it. At least it wasn't gross; it reminded him of his own. He sucked the tip in and tried to bob his head, noticing that maybe porn stars had practiced a bit more than he had, because he couldn't get it to work like he had pictured it.

"Watch your teeth."

"I'm learning on the job here!" Robin snapped back. Again the man raised an eyebrow at him but didn't comment.

The teen sat up higher on his knees and gave it another go. This time it worked better. Much better. And it felt good for him too! His lips were tingling, sending flashes of pleasure straight to his groin, urging him to go faster. He used his hands too, of course, because there was no way he could fit it all down his throat. That, however, was an observation not shared by Slade.

Robin knew what was coming when he felt the man's hand on the back of his head. He tried to object by slapping the man's thigh, but he might as well have sent a letter of complaint to the local newspaper for the good that did.

"Relax," came the unhelpful order and then the man started pushing.

Robin did not like this. Slade had a vice-like grip on him, however, and there was no way he was getting away, so he tried to breathe through his nose and open up his throat until the man, impossibly, was all the way in. Tears were streaming down the teen's face now, not from pain but somehow automatically. He glared up at the man who smirked, withdrew and pushed back. Then the rhythm increased. After getting used to the feeling Robin just submitted. He felt like gagging a few times, but it went away. What, for some reason, hadn't gone away was his own erection. He couldn't understand how he could still be hard, but there was something about being used like this… yup, that thought sent interesting tingles down his spine. He'd have to go talk about this with a shrink or something tomorrow, he decided. Or maybe not.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" Slade leered down at him, making the teen want to bite him. The man then withdrew and hauled the hero back on his feet. "Get on the bed."

Robin felt his heart beat faster again but did what the man said. Slade was on top of him in a second, pulling his underwear down and off. Again the teen fought an urge to kick and fight, he had never felt this tense in his life. Slade was already between his legs, pressing their groins together, and the younger man was afraid he'd just push into him like ha had done with his throat. He was far from sure he could take that. Fortunately the man seemed to enjoy only the frottage for now and bent down to kiss him again. Robin kissed back, wanting to keep the villain happy with what they were doing for as long as possible. Slade wouldn't let himself be distracted forever, though. The man reached for a pump-bottle on the night stand, pressed the pump down twice and a moment later Robin had something cold pressing against his entrance.

"Hey, what about dinner and a move first?" he nervously tried to joke.

"I've taken you out dancing enough time, I think," the man smirked back, putting some more pressure on his finger which slipped inside, making the teen jump a bit. "Relax" the man added.

"You keep saying that like it's possible!" Robin hissed.

The man chuckled and kissed him again. His lips, neck, nipples. At some point a second finger pushed inside him. The feeling wasn't new. Robin had experimented by himself, but with nothing quite as big as Slade and with the man he wouldn't be able to control anything, which was the main reason that he was worried. Having his nipples kissed, sucked and nibbled on was rather fantastic, though, so that made up for the worry a little bit.

"You're making very nice sounds," he was told.

"Shut up. I'm no-aahhmmm!" the teen moaned as he was stretched some more.

"I think someone's ready," the man chuckled.

"Really? Who?" Robin deadpanned. His bravado rather seeped away when the man got in position, though. "Hey… I…" he began. "Take… take it slow, okay?" He hated to beg but he had a feeling Slade would punish cockiness.

"You made the right decision, I won't hurt you for it… more than I have to," Slade told him.

"And you say that while smirking," Robin growled. "Oh…" he added as he felt pressure against his opening. "Oh… oh… oooh…" He raised his hips a little, pushing back, because the feeling was really nice. Then things happened very quickly. First the feeling went from nice to very nice to way too much just as the head of the man's shaft popped inside. "OW!" the teen had time to gasp and then he groaned as the rest of the shaft just seemed to sink into him.

"Too… much…" he gasped.

"Funny, it's perfect from my end," the man purred. He was very close to getting a fist in his face.

Robin closed his eyes, wrapped his legs around the man's hips and started to enjoy the ride. The pressure against his prostate, the stretching, the fullness… it really felt incredibly good. Now and then Slade moved a little bit too fast or deep or got the wrong angle which led to a pinch of pain, but even that somehow added to the pleasure. Robin didn't know if Slade was exactly good at what he was doing, but the man was a machine, seemingly going on forever and being able to up the pace endlessly.

"Up we go," the man suddenly grunted and lifted Robin with him as he sat back.

"Hey, what?" was all the teen had time to upper before he was straddling the man's lap, sinking impossibly far down on his cock. He immediately wrapped his arms around the man's neck to stop the descent. Slade helped him by grabbing the hero's hips and lifting him upwards, although that, it turned out, wasn't to be kind. The next moment he let go and soon he was bouncing Robin up and down on his cock. The teen didn't appreciate being a masturbation tool and found his own legs, bracing himself and taking more control.

"That's a good little hero. Ride me," the man leered, letting the teen go and leaning back on his hands instead.

Robin managed to ignore the man and just enjoy the new sensation and his gain of control. It was great but only lasted for a few minutes before Slade flipped them over again and took over, faster than ever. The teen gasped as he felt fingers wrapping around his own, hard length. He had been close for a while, but now there was no stopping it.

"I… I'm gonna…!" he gasped and then felt his back arch. The machine on top of him started moving more erratically for once and grunted something as the teen felt the man's cock swell and a hot sensation filling him up.

As the last feeling of bliss rippled through him Robin sank back against the pillows with Slade on top of him. He was ready for a long nap, but it didn't take long until the man stirred.

"Time to clean up," he was ordered and then promptly carried into the bathroom. It was a demeaning treatment that Robin just didn't have the energy to object to.

The hot water felt good, and the man's hands on his body felt better. He returned the favor and once they were done both of them had hardened again. Slade herded him back to the bedroom and introduced him to a sixty nine, something the teen really loved. He came too soon, but it didn't take the man much time to fill his mouth either.

After that Robin really did nod off, but again he hadn't been allowed to rest for more than ten minutes or so before the man pulled him up by his hips on his knees and elbows and mounted him from behind.

After that they both collapsed again, however and neither of them was stirring until an annoying beep filled the room.

"Wh'as 'at?" Robin mumbled into his pillow.

"The timer. You're free to go," Slade grunted and turned the thing off before lying down again.

"Mhm…" Robin had registered the words but had no intention on acting on them. He fell asleep and stayed that way until the rising sun annoyed him enough to turn around in the bed and he realized that it wasn't his own.

He sat up staring wildly around, but the villain was gone. As he scrambled for his clothes, swearing about his ripped shirt, he discovered a note on the bedside table.

Great party. Hope you enjoyed my donation.

If you want more, come to pier 34 on Thursday at eight.

/S

PS. Black tie optional

Robin snorted, crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash can. Then he changed his mind and retrieved it, no one knew who might pick it up, after all. Not that it mattered if someone else showed up, because Robin sure as hell wouldn't be there. He'd better hang on to it just in case, though… just to be safe.

The End.

A/N : there you go... must have bene in a smutty mood or something, but I AM still working on The Good Boy between work, homework and gaming.. .;)