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Slade almost couldn’t believe his eyes at first.
Everyone knew that his eyesight wasn’t the best, and in this dark club with flashing neon lights and ruby red walls, it’s strained even further. But he’s not blind and he could absolutely recognize the boy that stood to the left of the Black Mask clad in nothing but tight black leather shorts and silver clamps on his dusty brown nipples.
Recognized those bright green eyes and curly hair from a mile away.
It didn’t help Todd’s case that when he spotted him, his eyes opened all wide before he shut his entire face down to blankness. He’s not as good at that as the Bat, but it was impressive. If Slade hadn’t caught that first reaction, he would think the boy didn’t know him at all.
“Wilson,” Sionis called when he saw him, drew out his name and drew attention to him all in the same breath. People should go back to just calling him Deathstroke, especially Roman. The mob boss had a way of saying it that just annoyed Slade to no end. There was a distinct lack of respect or fear. Which was annoying considering that he cost far more than Roman’s usual fare and expected the man to treat him like it.
The man in question was in some gaudy white suit. He stood out in the club like a ringmaster at a circus. Had sliver curling accents on his trademark mask to match the clasps on Todd’s chest and that gruesome stretched mouth of his that was on full display with shining caps on all the teeth. It’s flashy and obnoxious in the ways the man always was. So Slade wouldn’t say the man was happy to see him, but there wasn’t the usual antagonism present, no usual fury that cloaked his every word.
Maybe it’s because Slade’s early tonight. He’s not normally late (had the military to thank for the early was on time and to be on time was to be late mindset) and often took those extra minutes to spend a little time at the bar. He could say a lot of things about Sionis, but even he could admit that the man’s top shelf was always the highest quality.
But there was no bar for him this time. No, Sionis stopped that by making his way over to him, halted him from moving with a hand on his shoulder. Showed such an outrageous amount of familiarity that he had not earned.
“Let’s go to the back,” Sionis said, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the music. His grip was tight from where his hand rested on Slade’s arm. “We can talk there.” So straight to business then. A part of Slade mourned the lack of his usual drink, but he just rolled his shoulders, shook the man’s gloved hand off of him, then looked down at the mobster. Those beady, dark eyes stared back at him, a myriad of emotions flickering through them.
Not for the first time tonight, Slade thought maybe he shouldn’t have even considered taking this job.
Sionis led the way through the crowds that parted for him like the red sea. If this was anywhere but Gotham, Slade would stand out from his height alone. But as it was, Deathstroke, The Black Mask and a barely dressed, barely legal boy making their way through the club was just another Friday night here.
It was a little different from Slade’s normal. The last time he did a job for Roman, the man hadn’t let his little boy toy at the time tag along. Now, Sionis just moved and Todd was there behind them like a shadow.
It’s strange. Especially once they get into the back room. It’s not as dark as the club, but it is a hell of a lot quieter, with black couches and glass tables. Sionis threw the door open, went to lounge on the large dark couch in the middle and then after he shut the door, Todd slid into his lap in such a smooth move it was like they’ve practiced it a hundred times.
“I thought we were going to talk business,” Slade said. He didn’t take the offered chair in front of Sionis, crossed his arms. He hoped Jason could feel the judgment in his eyes.
“I don’t see why we can’t,” Sionis said as he stroked a hand along the back of Todd’s neck like the boy’s a dog. “Unless something’s the matter,” And he’s daring Slade to elaborate, was probably smirking under that mask.
“You want the kid to hear this?”
“Who?” Roman asked and only Slade’s superpowered brain caught the minuscule twitch in Todd’s shoulders. “Jay?” His hand curled down the boy’s spine to rest on his hip. Jay. “My baby knows better than to say anything.” A chuckle. “Isn’t that right?”
The boy shot a glare at Slade, too serious, too deep for it to feel anything less than personal before he tilted his head up to look at Roman.
“Yes, Mister Sionis,” He said. And that’s definitely Hood’s voice alright, a little higher than his normal tone, but the brat was all there, even in the way he batted his eyelashes at Sionis to really sell the bit.
“Plus,” Sionis said. “Just cause you came early doesn’t mean I gotta cut my time with my boy short,” Slade felt a little sick because there was actual fondness in the mobster’s tone. “Now sit down,” He said, gesturing to the chair. “You’re making me nervous.”
Slade thought about it, and then he sat.
“You in the mood to drink anything?” Sionis asked before he got into the meat of the job. “Jay here is multi-talented.” A leer. “he can get you anything you want,” He chuckled as Jason kept his gaze pointed at the ground. “You look like a whiskey guy,”
“I’m good.” Slade said, trying to lean back in his chair. It’s a strange twisted design, clearly made more for looking at than sitting in. Uncomfortable, but he’s too old to fall for the shitty mind games the mobster was obviously trying to play. “Tell me about the job.” Sionis nodded his head, another obnoxious chuckle falling from the mask.
“Alright then,” He said. “Here’s the job.”
The job wasn’t complicated. Sionis needed him to help sustain the man’s empire. Remove a competitor here, scare off some nosy cop there. As Sionis was talking, Todd had sucked the man’s thumb into his mouth, worried it between his teeth, but Slade knew he was still listening. Kid was too bright to let information that could be used later slip out of his head.
He was a little distracting. Slade’s eyes kept drifting to the sliver chain that dangled between the boy’s nipples as it swung with the boy’s gentle rocking on Sionis’s hips. He couldn’t help but be drawn into the dark line of hair on his stomach that disappeared into those tight shorts.
“Like something you see, Wilson?” Sionis asked.
It’s a good sign that there was nothing but pure amusement in his smug voice. Slade still tossed his answer around in his head. Men like Sionis could flip like a switch, were known for being possessive as all hell, but didn’t have to speak as the mobster kept talking. “You can try him out if you want,”
There’s no real reaction on the kid’s face beside a small little shudder, a flutter of those black eyelashes.
So Slade ended up being the one to speak up first.
“I don’t know,” He sneered. “he seems expensive,” The boy flushed a nasty shade of red as Sionis laughed, loud and mean.
“You got that right.” Todd shifted in the man’s lap as he leaned back against the couch, obviously grinding down on the man’s cock. Sionis’s grip tightened on his hip. “Been robbing my pockets ever since he showed up. But you more than make up for it, don’t you?”
Todd nodded. Not a protest in sight.
“Why don’t you go show Wilson what I’m talking about.” And that was not a question. There’s only a slight pause before Todd rose from the man’s lap.
“What about the job?” Slade asked. Started to wish he took Sionis up on that drink offer at when they first got in here. Maybe it would have slowed down on this.
“I find this a little more interesting, don’t you?” And Slade could probably say no, could probably stop this with a word, but Todd had already dropped to the floor was crawling toward him with a fire in his eyes.
Don’t ruin this. His eyes said as he rose on his knees to put his hands on Slade’s thighs. And Slade’s a lot of things, an asshole primarily, but even he could stay quiet about this if it’s what the kid needed. If getting his dick sucked by a former Robin was the worst thing that happened to him tonight, then he could suffer through it.
“You do this often?” He asked, casual, real cool.
“Sometimes his mouth gets the better of him, so I put it to better use.” Sionis said and Slade could hear the grin in his voice. Honestly, if he hadn’t known that Sionis kept a boyfriend, he would have figured him for one of those guys whose masculinity was so easily threatened that he couldn’t see another man’s dick without throwing a fit. But the man didn’t even flinch when Jason got the fly of his pants open and moved to pull him out.
“Never took you as one that likes to share,” He said, put his hands up before he gave into his instincts to put them into the kid’s soft curls.
“He doesn’t.” the kid muttered before leaning up to drag his hot wet tongue against the underside of his dick, before sucking the tip into his mouth.
“Consider this my gift to you,” Sionis said, and he’s staring at Slade from across the room, beady eyes locked on his.
The suction was tight and so good even with the kid starting slowly, just sucking at the tip, lifting off to kiss down the shaft, sucking his balls into his mouth. He licked his hand before he wrapped it around the rest of the shaft and started jerking him in slow, steady strokes.
It felt good. Just the kid getting him nice and wet, dragging his tongue along the underside, looking up at him through those thick eyelashes. Slade wanted to just hold him down, pull that curly hair of his and fuck into his throat until there were tears dripping down his face. But he’s not the conductor here. Had to keep his composure as he felt Sionis watching him.
“Thanks,” Slade finally said. “Mouth like this is too good to keep for yourself.” The man in question was still sitting on his couch, a distance that could be easily closed with a few steps, but he was just tapping his fingers against the glass table, watching as Todd took Slade down his throat.
“Right?” Roman asked. “Guessing the kid had to be a whore before for the way he takes to it.” A tilt of the mobster’s head.
“You know you don’t gotta hold back, Wilson,” The bulge in Sionis’s suit pants was the only sign Slade got that he was being affected by this at all. “The slut can take it,” and the boy flinched as the man said it, looked up at Slade with a flicker of fear before it was chased away.
Sionis cleared his throat. “Put your hands behind your back.” There’s only a brief pause in the boy’s movements before he did it.
He mulled it over in his head before reaching out a hand to cup the back of the boy’s hand. The boy’s tall, taller than any of the other Bats that liked to bother him, but even under his hand he felt small and Slade was quickly reminded that the boy sucking his cock right now was younger than his youngest child. A hard suck ripped him away from that thought, had him looking down at those angry eyes and thinking, fuck it.
He yanked the boy’s head forward, pushing him down on his cock, forcing the boy to take as much as he could. He kept up, even as Slade pushed deep into his throat, holding him by the roots of his hair. Didn’t even bring his hands back up to try to push back at his legs to get air. Just glared at him, even as a sheen of tears coated his eyes.
Then Sionis moved. Just standing up, walking over to the drink cart, Slade rolled his hips to fuck further down the boy’s throat but heard the tinkling of ice into a glass, the slosh of liquid as the mob boss tilted his head back and drank.
Todd gagged, coughed hard as Slade pulled back to give him some air.
“Again,” Sionis called. Slade didn’t even have to push before the boy was again taking him into his mouth, moving all the way down to the root.
Little black tracks of makeup made their way down his face. Slade would guess probably the eyeliner or mascara on his eyes. It’s not a bad look on the kid.
“Good,” Sionis finally said, breaking the silence in the room. “That’s good,” His glass hit the cart. And there’s Sionis’s gloved hand beside his, resting on Todd’s head.
“Besides his cock sucking skills, he didn’t arrive here with any type of discipline, needed to be taught, molded.” Slade looked up to meet the man’s eyes, had to tilt his head up, and refused to roll his eyes. What a basic low-level power grab.
It was unneeded. Todd wasn’t his. He was here for a job. He didn’t want that power, anyway. Lifted his hand from his grip on the boy’s hand. Let Sionis be the one that pressed the boy forward with a rough hand, holding him down even once Todd started to struggle on his dick. Gave him only a second of reprieve before pushing him back down.
“He can handle worst,” Conversational. Slade avoid groaning as Sionis quickened his pace. He’s close. “But sometimes it’s just fun to see him work for it.”
There were no more words after that. Just that hot, wet suction on his dick before Sionis pulled the kid off and then pushed him back down again. The kid was trying to get away now, shook in Sionis’s hands, but it seemed like the mob boss just didn’t care, just kept pushing even as the kid gagged.
Slade should say something, but he’s just the tool in whatever lesson the mobster was trying to impart on the boy. Felt the tightness in his gut start. Hated looking up at Sionis to let him know and seeing that inhuman grin in return.
The man pulled Jason off, tears dripping down the kid’s face.
“Up.” He said, and the boy stood up, a little shaky but solid once he was all the way up. He’s taller than Sionis, it’s a tiny difference but obvious from where he’s looking up at the both of them. Sionis pushed down those little shorts, revealing the kid’s hard cock and strong tanned thighs.
“Look at that,” the mobster said, voice warm. “Getting off from having your face fucked like a whore.”
“Roman,” the kid started, his voice was raw, rough, and ragged, and he bit at those red lips of his which match his cheeks.
“Over,” Roman said, pushing down on his back, pressing the kid’s face back down so that he could get his mouth back around Slade’s cock. “Let me know when you’re close,” and that’s aimed at Slade, who nodded even as he watched Sionis press into the boy’s hole.
Fuck.
The kid groaned around his cock, braced himself on the arms of the chair, balanced precariously between them.
He took Slade deeper with every thrust of Sionis’s hips. If Slade even moved wrong, the boy would absolutely choke, but he didn’t want to hold back anymore so he thrust up, felt that warm wet mouth tightening around his dick as pressed into the deepest part of his throat, and came.
Sionis laughed as he forced the boy to swallow, fucked into him harder, the chair rocking from the power of his thrusts. He yanked Jason’s head back, and the boy coughed as Slade’s cum dripped from his lips.
Fuck, he’s a mess.
“Pretty, isn’t he?” Sionis asked. He moved his hand from the boy’s hair down to his nape. “More where that came from if you do this job well, Wilson.” and Slade didn’t roll his eyes like he wanted to, just looked down at the boy who was looking up at him, those green eyes alight with something Slade couldn’t quite place. “I take care of my own and when I own every fucking piece of this town, you’ll be able to take your pick.”
“That’s a big dream,” Slade said and Roman laughed again, mean and cruel as he pushed all the way into the boy, coming inside of him.
“Dream? Wilson, this isn’t a fantasy. I’m remaking Gotham brick by brick right now.” He pulled out of Jason, his cum dripping out of the boy’s hole, smacked a hand against his ass, sure to leave a mark that knocked the kid off balance. Jason’s knees hit the ground in front of him hard and Slade reached a hand out to steady him before his head met the same fate. “Stupid fucking heroes think they can take my city from me?” Slade’s eye flick down to meet the boy’s eyes that get huge before he looks back up to Mask. “That’s not gonna happen. Not while I have a say. This is my city, not the Bats.” The mobster fixed his pants, rolled his shoulders, put himself back together before he glared down at them.
“That’s why I’m hiring you, Mr. Best of the Best.” He couldn't have said that anymore mockingly. “I expect results by the end of the week.” Slade ground his teeth together, and the man chuckled. “Hope you don’t let me down. Hate for that shiny record of yours to be marred.” Slade sneered.
The mobster dug his shiny Italian shoe into Jason’s side. “Be back out there in ten.”
“Yes, Mr. Sionis,” and the kid’s voice sounded ruined, raw. He was leaning on Slade’s hand. Black tracks dried down his cheeks.
“Good boy,” he said, sneering from the door, and the kid seemed to flush an even darker red. “See you around Wilson.” And then he dismissed them out of their mind, the door clicking shut behind him.
They sat in silence for a few seconds.
“Not here,” Jason said, putting his hand on Slade’s thigh to push himself into a standing position. He winced as he popped the sliver clamps off his chest, his nipples probably throbbing, wrapped the chains around his wrist. “I know you got shit to say, come on.”
Slade held his tongue, let the boy lead the way.
There was a small door leading to a clean bathroom with a shower, far more plainly designed than the rest of Sionis’s club. Jason backed him up against the sink, reached out to hit the shower, and let it run. Instant steam. Of course, rich guy. Only then did he look up at Slade. “Alright,” He said, exhaustion clear in his voice. “Now.”
“What the fuck are you doing kid?” There’s more anger in Slade’s voice than he thought he would have. He shouldn’t care. Jason’s not his, not his kid either. The Red Hood was a pain in the ass. Even so, something about all this pissed him off.
“I’m working,” Jason said, wiped the washcloth across his face, smeared the makeup on his face even further.
“I can see that.” Slade wanted to grip the kid’s shoulders and shake him. “But I don’t see the point. What could be worth you pretending to be Sionis’s bitch?” Jason glared at him. “Or maybe I have it all wrong and you’re not even pretending.” He reached down to grip the kid’s cock through his shorts, still hard, still aching. “Maybe you like this shit.”
“Fuck you, Slade.” He tried to take a step back. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“Yes, you do,” Slade gripped his arm, tight. “Especially after that little performance. What would your old man say if he knew,” Jason ripped his arm out of Slade’s hand.
“Don’t you dare mention him." There was the genuine fury and righteousness that drove the Red Hood. “This isn’t about him or any of the others.”
“What’s it about then?”
“Gotham.” The word tore out of the boy in a passionate outburst. “It’s about saving my city, my way.”
“By whoring yourself out?”
“By getting the people that even Batman won’t fucking touch!” And even with how loud the shower was running, if someone was eavesdropping on them right now, they definitely heard that. “And doing whatever it takes to take them down.”
“But you wouldn’t play around like this, wouldn’t do this cloak and dagger bullshit, you would just kill him,” Roman’s one of his clients, but even Slade knew that you only took down mob bosses two ways. “you’ve never held back like the rest of them. Don’t tell me you’re playing by their rules now.” Something dark flashed across the kid’s face.
“No, I’m not.” He said, quietly, furiously. But then instead of continuing to argue, he looked away from him. “Did you know that when I came back, I gave them Roman, had him sitting in jail waiting for a fucking trial?” Slade did remember that. “He was out within the week, walked straight into the power vacuum I made and took over everything he could touch.”
“I did that,” Something close to anguish in his voice. “And so it’s on me,” a soft sad chuckle. “Not B, not fucking Nightwing, not any of the rest of them, me.” His voice heavy. “I have to fix Gotham and I’m going to start by taking everything from Roman,” He was serious. “I’m gonna leave him with nothing and then I’m going to put a bullet between his eyes so he knows it was me.” He ran the cloth across his arms and his chest, rinsed it out and wrung it in the shower before turning the water off. Took a deep breath.
“I didn’t plan for this, you,” He said, balled up his fists. “But stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.” And Slade shouldn’t think this, should know better than to look down on anyone because of their age, but looking at Jason with that determination written all over his face, all Slade could think about was how young he was. How this boy had died younger than Joey and came back to a world where his murderer was still breathing, in his city, in his home.
“What are you gonna do, kid?” Jason tilted his head, looked at him like the answer was obvious.
“Whatever I have to.”