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Dick Grayson did a lot of stupid things in his life, he could admit that. The stupidest though would have to be agreeing to owing Death stroke a favor. In his defense though, the children were about to die and he couldn't save them on his own. The assassin had been there and agreed for a price.

However that price was something even Nightwing, first protege of batman hadn't thought of.

Dick had just gotten off his shift at the station and was walking to his bike and frowned, seeing someone leaning against his bike. It was too dark out to tell who it was though. Cautiously he moved closer, body tense and ready to spring into action if the need arose.

“Relax Grayson. Or don't, we both know how I can be.” Said the person in a husky voice and a laugh.

Dick frowned and stopped, crossing his arms. “What are you doing here, Slade?” He asked, fists clenching.

“I came to collect.” Said the older man, pushing off the hero's bike. “You owe me and I know what I want.”

“I owe you a favor. Not anything else.” He said, not liking the mercs tone.

“Actually, last we met, I said you owe me.” He said, stepping closer and grinned.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Can we do this later? I just off a long shift and all I want to do is sleep.” He said, walking past him, just wanting to go home.

“I want to come with you.” He said, stepping up behind him.

“What!?” Dick said turning and had to take a step back because of how close the older man was.

“I said I want to come with you.”

“W-why?” He swallowed, nervous. Sure they knew each others identities, but being in the other's home was different.

“What you owe me. What I want. Is you.” Deathstroke said evenly, staring at him. “I want to see just how flexible you are.” he smirked, stepping closer.

Dick blushed and clenched his fists and pushed the man back. “Don't make fun of me!” He snapped. It'd been awhile since he got a comment like that, but it still wasn't appreciated.

“Its not a joke.” The man said with a slight frown, stepping closer. “We made a deal Grayson. I intend to collect.”

Dick swallowed, looking at him. “And if I refuse?” He asked, a blush tinting his cheeks.

“You won't.” Slade said. “Once nightwing makes a deal he never back down. Everyone knows that.”

Dick swallowed again. “What is it you want from me?” He asked.

“I haven't decided yet.” The man grinned, running a barely there hand up Dick's arm making the young man shiver. “I promise I'll let you sleep first though.” He said. “I'll even stay on your couch while you do it.”

Dick shifted and looked away, thinking. It could turn out really bad, but at the same time, Slade was right. He did make a deal. “How do I know you won't try to kill me?”

“Because I give you my word.” He said. “I will not try to kill you until I am done with you.”
Dick sighed and rubbed his neck. “Fine, follow me.”

“No.” Slade said.

“Then how will you get to my place?” Dick asked confused.

“I’m going to ride with you.”

Dick gave him a weird look. “Really?”

“Yes.”

police officer sighed. “Whatever, I just want my sleep.” He said, going to his bike.

“And you will get it.” Slade said, sliding on behind him, pressing his hips flush against Dick's ass and wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist.

Dick blushed and straightened, swallowing thickly. “Um, can you give me a little room?”

“I don't want to fall off though.” Slade said huskily in his ear, running a hand down Dicks stomach.

He blushed harder and closed his eyes tight, trying to calm down. Slade was just screwing with him. He knew that, but it didn't stop his cock from reacting.

Dick quickly grabbed Slade's hand before the man could tell and moved it up. “Quit trying to distract me or I'll crash on purpose.”

“Feisty.” The man chuckled and did as told. This was going to be fun.