A/N: Just a little drabble for the lovely Yaoigurl12 who has done me some great favors and give amazing gifts! J

Black Market Lamb

Robin leaned against the lamppost, looking bored but eyes scanning the street. Customers or cops were on his watch-list but so far neither of them had shown up. He hadn't done any business on this street before, but times were tough and he needed a big score, so he had dared moving into the slightly fancier neighborhood. "Fancy" was used very loosely here, of course.

There were a few women around, glaring at him.

"This ain't your street, kid," one of them finally spoke up.

"Hey, my tricks don't want what you're selling," Robin smirked. "No competition from me, ladies."

The woman looked over towards a dark doorway. There was a man standing there, more or less only an outline. The shadow, her pimp Robin suspected, nodded, giving his ok. The woman shrugged and swaggered away.

Robin breathed out a silent breath of relief. These things could turn ugly.

He waited. It was more than a little chilly in the February night, and he wasn't dressed for it. He was dressed for work. Black leather short-shorts paired with a letterman jacket that would have fit an eleven year old fine, but more looked like a bolero on him. It showed off his midriff perfectly, though, and it was a midriff that deserved to be shown off. Chiseled muscles, toned chest, but not too buff to throw off most customers. He wasn't dressed girly either, not wanting to send out the wrong signals. He was versatile, not just a bottom, was what he wanted his message to say. The fact that his ass was on very nice, leather clad display was simply because it was one of his best features…

He shivered slightly. A car crept by slowly but it stopped in front of the girls. There was a brief conversation and one of them got in. Robin hoped for the same luck. He needed some money desperately and even more so a place to stay the night. Another car passed him. Nope, not looking for his kinds of goods either. The teen sighed. Maybe this place had been a mistake after all. Suddenly a car stopped beside him. It had the tell-tale bar codes of a rental car on the windows. Perfect. Someone from out of town, maybe, looking for some action. As the window on the passenger side slid down Robin bent over with a smile on his face, to settle the price.

"Looking for some company?" he asked.

"How much?"

The man wasn't beating around the bush. The teen checked him over. Big guy. Bulging muscles under the white button-down shirt. White hair and beard both neatly kept. He didn't quite like the muscles, though… could mean steroids… and steroids meant sudden bouts of aggression… And the eye patch! What was that about? He couldn't afford to lose this opportunity, but judging by the man's clothes he thought he could set the price rather high.

"Two hundred," he said, trying to sound confident. "For everything," he added just in case. He was usually lucky to barely make half of that normally.

The man snorted which wasn't a good sign. "Are you under the impression that you're a high end piece of meat?" he asked, his voice rather gruff. "But as you say 'everything'… get in."

Robin quickly did, but he was worried.

"Um… I'm… with everything, I mean… I mean… I'm not into-"

"You're into what I tell you you're into. Understood?"

Robin swallowed. Two hundred. He could eat for a long time on that. "Yes, sir."

"That's what I'd like to hear."

They drove for a while and Robin was afraid the man was heading out of the city. He was just about to ask when they turned into the parking lot of a cheap motel. He wrinkled his nose a little, but he couldn't expect much better, could he? It was better than a back alley, anyway.

As they got out of the car the teen realized that the man wasn't just muscular, he was also very tall. Attractive, absolutely, but also quite frightening. The man went into the reception building to rent a room and Robin thought about running. If he had gotten any money up front he might have. Why hadn't he asked? Stupid! Oh, well, the need to eat was stronger than anything else, so…

The man returned and pointed to a door. Robin took a deep breath and followed, trying to look and act as cocky as he could.

"So, what's your name?" he asked the man, who smirked down at him.

"How about "Master"?" he answered.

The teen tried not to roll his eyes. Some people… "Yes, Master," he said out loud. "My name's Robin."

"Not that interested, " the man snorted as he unlocked the door. "Get on the bed."

"You wouldn't want me to shower first?" the teen asked quickly. Most his customers did, if they took him to a hotel and he never passed up the chance of a shower, sometimes those could be far between.

"In this place you'll probably get out of the shower dirtier than you got in, so no. Come on now, I don't have all day."

"Well, that's romantic," Robin snorted quietly to himself. Unfortunately the man seemed to have good hearing.

"All I'm looking for is a decent fuck, if you can provide one you might even enjoy it yourself. Might even get paid."

"I want half now," the teen snapped.

"Get those clothes of first. Show me what I'm buying."

Robin wanted to storm out but he also wanted to live. He was hungry as hell and the thought of a hot meal meant more to him now than pride. First he pulled out the lube and condoms he was carrying in his pocket and placed them on the nightstand. He then started to undress and even tried to do it in a somewhat sexy way, just to earn some points with the man. Most of the light bulbs in the room appeared to be broken, so in a way it came with automatic mood lighting, which was good. It hid any scars, bruises and other imperfections. The man didn't say anything as Robin started his little show, but the young man could feel that single eye upon him and it somehow made him bolder. Once he was naked he slowly spun around, letting the man see him from all sides. Then he got on the bed, on all fours, stretching like a cat, ass in the air, before turning over on his back. He lay there, legs slightly parted, knees bent a little, a hand sliding up his chest and then down towards hit abdomen.

"Well… am I worth an advance?" he smiled, almost smirked.

"You're not too bad," the man admitted, took out a couple of bills from his pocket and threw them at him. Robin deftly caught them and tucked them under the mattress when the man looked down to take off his shoes.

The man didn't give him a show, of course, at least not intentionally, but the more naked skin that was exposed the more interested the teen got. Being aroused wasn't necessary in his job, not as a bottom anyway, and he rarely felt attracted to his customers, but once in a while… The man folded each piece of clothing neatly as he took them off, and was soon down to his boxer briefs. The teen had somehow hoped for a micro penis, just because the man seemed too damn perfect, but judging by the bulge that wasn't the case.

"Get over here and get me hard," the man told him, stepping up to the bed.

Robin grabbed a condom and sat up, reaching for the man's underwear. He could feel that the man had swelled up a little bit, but wasn't fully hard. He pulled down the man's underwear and gasped silently. The guy was hung, alright. Maybe a bit too much for his taste. He slid his hand along the shaft, feeling it harden and then reached for a condom.

"No protection," the man told him.

"I don't do anything without condoms," Robin said decisively. "Don't worry, you'll have no complaints. I'll make it feel really good."

"I'm paying you enough for bare back. I'm clean," the man said, making the teen snort.

"Yeah, right. No deal."

"I'll take my money and go, then."

"No! I-it's for your safety too, you know!" Robin tried. His life was miserable enough, but to get sick as well? No.

"I care as little about that as for yours. I'm paying you for your body, not the feel of rubber. Now give me back my money or I'll take what I paid for anyway, and add a beating as a tip."

Robin swallowed. Hunger pinched his stomach. Not all customers were happy with his condom rules and he had walked out on a few, but he knew he wouldn't even make it to the door with this one.

"O-okay, it's… it's okay, no… no condoms, Master," he said, giving in. Willingly was better than rape, and most customers didn't like the beat-up look.

"Smart boy."

The teen dropped the still unopened condom on the bed and went back to work. He stroked the man again and then warily licked him. He had almost never done this without the protection of a condom, and the taste was strange to him. At least he couldn't complain about the man's hygiene which was a big plus. The big minus was how the man grabbed his hair, forced himself into his mouth and set the pace.

"Watch your teeth! One might think you're not a pro," the man hissed at him after Robin had tried to pull away to get a proper breath.

"Sorry Master," Robin gasped as he was allowed to take another breath.

"Oh, well, I was getting bored. On all fours."

"Wait, I need the lube first-" Robin started.

"If it's not wet enough you did a bad job," the man snorted.

"Please! Please Master!" the teen begged. He couldn't take someone his size with just saliva as lubrication, that would hurt for days.

"Very well, but do it yourself, I'm not about to mollycoddle a whore."

Robin quickly grabbed the small tube and rolled over on his back. After coating his fingers he pushed first one then another inside himself. Only then he realized that the man was standing next to the bed leering down at him.

"Amazing what money can buy…" the man said and then sat down next to him. He trailed his finger down Robin's cheek and continued down his neck and chest where it slowly started to circle a nipple. "Obedience… this body, to do with what I wish all night… Do you realize that I bought you? That you're mine?"

"Yes, Master," the teen whispered. His heart had started beating really hard. He was seldom afraid while working, but he was so now. And at the same time…

"You like that, huh, you little slut?" the man chuckled and eyed the teen's groin. "Turned on by being used, are you? Well, you'll love the rest of the evening then." The man was suddenly on top of him. "Enough preparation, lift your ass up."

The man teased him first, after finding his mark, just pushing slightly against his opening, making the teen impatient for the breach. That feeling, done well, could be the best in the world.

"Master, please!" he gasped in the end, pushing himself against the man.

"So I'm making the slut beg, huh?" The man boasted and then seemed to chuckle at himself. "Very well."

"Ah! Ngh!" the teen gasped as the tip of the man's cock pushed inside him and then sank all the way in. "God! Let… let me just… have a moment," he asked.

"I'm not paying for you to take a break," the man snorted and set a hard pace, long strokes which he sometimes interrupted by pulling all the way out and pushing in again. Robin loved it but it was punishing on his ass, so he wound his legs around the man's hips, encouraging him to take shorter but quicker thrusts. The man didn't slow down and seemed to have endless stamina. Robin was holding on to him for dear life, and every thrust lit a spark inside him, pushing him closer to an explosion. To hell with it. So he'd be sore tomorrow, so what? With what the man paid he didn't have to work again for a while. Robin buried his nails in the man's back.

"Harder! Master! More!"

Incredibly the man delivered and only moments later Robin was pushed over the edge, closely followed by his customer.

They both were breathing hard, the man slowly softening inside him, and then he rolled off with a low chuckle.

"That… was incredible…" Robin gasped.

"Well, what my princess wants he gets."

"Come on, Tiger! You liked the role playing too!"

"Well, you wanted me to treat you as a common whore on Valentine's… that was unusual enough to give a try," Slade smirked.

"You just feel guilty because your granddaughter sent me a Valentine's card because she was sure you wouldn't get me one," Robin chuckled.

"I wouldn't have gotten you one made out of two pounds of glitter and dried macaroni, no."

"Romance is dead."

"I wouldn't say that… I called you a slut and treated you as degradingly as I could for the last half hour or so… I think that should be rewarded."

"Rewarded how?" Robin asked, suspiciously.

"Get on your hands and knees and I'll show you."

They drove home about an hour later, rather smelly and sweaty, but Slade had stood by his judgment of the shower and they decided to clean up in their apartment instead before heading out to a restaurant Slade had surprised the teen with reservations to.

Dammit!" Robin suddenly exclaimed. "The money! I forgot them under the mattress!"

"Forget them," the man shrugged.

"It was one hundred dollars!" the teen objected. "Did you suddenly win the jackpot or something?"

"Well… or something…" the man smirked. "I'm not turning around now; we're going to miss our reservation. If someone at that motel actually bothers lifting the mattress up when they clean they deserve that money."

"Well, I can't argue with that," the teen admitted.

"Then don't."

"Hey!"

"And not that either. It's Valentine's, remember? No arguing."

"I don't think you know how this works," Robin snorted.

"Well, I like my own rules fine," Slade grinned back at him, make Robin burst out laughing.

"Fine, Tiger. Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Right back at you. Any hope for a blow job in the shower?"

Robin laughed again and rolled his eyes. For agreeing to fulfill one of his fantasies Slade could have as many blow jobs as he pleased, it only meant working off his debt anyway… and now he had to decide on another fantasy for next year…

The End.

A/N: if anyone is confused: yes, this is Black Sheep universe (if you haven't read Black Sheep or have amnesia you must be very confused about the ending). The title was a hint, but of course I couldn't give it away completely from the start, could I?