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The restaurant itself was hard enough to get into, though Robin could manage it. The hidden casino practically required an act of God, and Robin had finally managed that as well. What money couldn't get you, a little charm could usually get the rest of the way - and if there was anything left, then there was always the con. Robin was well acquainted with all three of those things.

His three-piece suit was impeccable, monochromatic in black and white tailoring, wing-tip shoes, and a fedora, the only splash of color the red silk handkerchief that was perfect for flashes of distraction.

Robin had been around since before gambling was invented, and knew every cheat that had been invented after. Counting cards was pedestrian, aces up sleeves lacked finesse. Though having been at the casino a few times now, he had managed both without the least suspicion, and brought home a substantial winnings. Considering this, he probably should have been more cautious, since the big winners have the most eyes on them, but a puck was nothing without his arrogance.

Also without his scotch, which he was drinking like it was water while he stood at the craps table.

His technique was flawless. The loaded die was a thing of beauty, and so was his slight of hand. Well, almost flawless - the flash of something between his fingers was only due to the alcohol, he'd say later. But not even the dealer noticed.

And neither did Robin notice the cameras aimed right above him.

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They couldn't prove it, couldn't really catch him at it but it still raised their suspicions all the same. Jackie's head of security interrupted his dinner with the president of his bank to inform him of the problem and Jackie excused himself, saying goodbyes to the man, his lovely wife and equally lovely, and apparently, marriageable age, daughter.

Jackie stood behind his men and watched the security feeds. There was something confident, almost arrogant about the man. It was pretty ballsy to come into Jackie Estacado's casino and try to cheat.

"Get the men in place," he said, leaving the door open behind him when he left.

He made his way through the casino crowd, making sure to stop at the regulars and enjoy a few moments of socialization before he made his way over to Robin's table, three of his enforcers in strategic places around them. "Looks like you're having a good night," he said to the very lucky man.

Robin took immediate note of the placement of the muscle. And also of the fact that the man that approached him was definitely the guy in charge.

"What can I say?" He flashed a charming grin. A panty-dropping grin. "I'm a lucky guy."

The flash of teeth was charming and he did have a good smile. Still wouldn't stop Jackie from sinking him in the harbor if he needed. He was not distracted by a pretty face or figure. But he wouldn't need to and it usually raised suspicions he'd rather not deal with.

After all, a happy customer came back and the man's luck surely couldn't run all the time.

He held his hand out to the man and gave him an equally charming smile. "Jackie Estacado."

Distracted, Robin took the man's hand. And the die he'd palmed from the table (replaced by the loaded die) clattered to the floor.

He put the toe of his shoe over it.

"Rob Fellows," he said. "What a pleasure to meet you."

Jackie lifted his chin to one of his men. "Why don't you cash Mr. Fellows out and store his winnings for safe keeping. He and I will have a chat over drinks." His eyebrow raised as he looked at Robin to tell him that he'd just had confirmed what was only suspected.

He didn't release Robin's hand as he started to walk over to the bar, only letting it go once the man followed.

Robin was well aware that the man was the sort who could probably break him in two, if he so desired. Not that he'd have to do it himself. He'd at least managed to slip one hidden knife past the bouncer, perfectly thin and strapped underneath one sock.

This did not make Robin any less inclined to have a drink with him. If anything, he was just annoyed at his own carelessness in being caught.

Acting as if for all the world nothing was wrong, Robin sauntered after the man.

"So," Jackie motioned for the bartender to get them drinks and he slid another scotch, just as Robin had been drinking all night, while he picked up his whiskey. "Mr. Fellows, have I seen you in here before? I'm not sure if you're familiar to me but there's something..." he motioned at Robin before taking a sip.

On occasion, members brought guests which was perfectly acceptable. Even if someone wandered in off the street, the degree of security and the strict dress, if unofficial, dress code usually kept the kind of element he didn't want to deal with out.

So if Robin had gotten in in a round about way, he was at least dressed sharply.

"Something undeniably appealing about me? I know." Robin took a generous drink of the scotch and smiled. "I'm a somewhat new acquisition, I admit."

The guy had a sense of humor and Jackie found he was laughing in spite of himself. "Well, since you're new, I can let a few things slide this time." The numbers one of his men brought him showed Robin hadn't busted his place, but that he could have if he'd kept up his winning streak long enough.

Customers winning meant more customers who kept trying to win and losing. The house wins and Jackie made money and customers kept coming back trying to find their lucky streak again.

Robin arched a brow. "I have no idea what you mean, of course. Though that sounds very magnanimous of you."

He downed the rest of the scotch. Honestly, part of him had been kind of hoping for a fight. He'd been feeling like that a lot lately.

"You have no fucking idea," Jackie said with a tight smile.

He finished his whiskey and slid his glass across to the bartender. Getting up from the stool, he adjusted his jacket. "So, you can come to my office to get your money."

And maybe they'd talk about Robin being welcome in his place again.

"Will do," said Robin.

He gestured to the bartender. One more drink. He had no intention of doing anymore gambling, not when he was clearly careless enough for the evening.

He would, however, go get his money. So it wasn't long before he asked his way to that office and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, a large man filled the door way. He looked down at Robin and gestured for him to come in.

Jackie was pacing behind his desk, shouting into the phone. He turned, saw that the man was there to get his money. Normally, he'd have just given it over and motioned him out but he wanted to talk to this guy before he left.

He wrapped the call up and jerked his head toward the door. His enforcer left and closed the door behind him, leaving them alone in his office. "Alright, Mr. Fellows," he said and waved at the money on the far edge of his desk before taking a seat. A small stack of hundred dollar bills. Jackie scrubbed at his face. "Mind telling my why you're really here?"

His suspicions were aroused now, about why this cheeky, mouthy man was here in his club. Thoughts of rival New New York families trying to move in on his deal here in Kin City, a possible new up-and-comer that he'd not heard about, it was hard to tell.

"Here in your office or here in your club?" Robin asked, moving closer to the desk but not reaching for the money yet.

"Can't you just appreciate a man who likes to gamble?" he asked, a little smile pulling at his lips, as it was an answer to both questions.

Jackie was just enough on edge to catch the full weight of what Robin said and his eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I see. I'd think you have a bit of a danger-seeker to you as well. Pretty fucking ballsy to waltz into my place and cheat. But then, that would make you a gambler, wouldn't it?"

Danger seeker was one weak word for what Robin was. "I haven't admitted to anything," he admitted with a shrug. "As far as I can see from here, I'm just a good gambler. I'm good at most things. As for the danger... Well, I like things that are bad for me."

"Just call it a hunch," Jackie said. He lifted from the chair and crossed around the desk to stand in front of Robin. "And I don't need a reason to throw you out of here with orders to never come back. If you do, it would be inviting a whole host of trouble I don't think you want."

He studied Robin and didn't see a pose of anything other than casual sexuality. It hung as well on him as the suit he was wearing; which was to say, very well. Leaning against this desk, Jackie crossed his arms over his chest. "I can be persuaded to change my mind, though."

"A reason to let me stay despite my fleecing you?" Robin asked sweetly, knowing that he was deliberately provoking. "Whatever could be worth that?"

"See, that's where you'll find I'm a very reasonable guy. Being the boss means I get to make decisions that don't seem rational to anyone else. But they don't need to be," Jackie leaned in, "just so long as it's good for me. If it's good for me, it's good for business."

"I like it here," said Robin. Because he did. It was probably the best casino in the city, and if he laid off the scotch he wouldn't be so careless and could cheat in peace. "And like I said, I'm good at a lot of things. What did you have in mind?"

"A 'lot of things' is a bit broad, don't you think?" Jackie looked Robin up and down. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip in thought.

This wasn't any kind of sting that he knew of. His operations so far in Kin City had been rather tame. And this guy wasn't giving off 'entrapment' vibes, a skill Jackie was quite adapt at picking up.

Reaching out, he slid his finger beneath Robin's tie to wedge at the knot. Hooking it around the silk, Jackie pulled gently to guide Robin to stand between his splayed legs.

"Well why don't you tell me what you want and I'll tell you if I'm good at it?"

Robin moved as Jackie pulled him, and he felt his cock twitch in the confines of his well-tailored pants. "Or is it just that you want to punish me?" He had, after all, been a very, very bad puck, cheating and getting caught.

The game had shifted but it hadn't lost its edge. It was dangerous to push a man like Jackie, his usual 'stops' were children and animals and women in bad situations. Everything else was fair game and Jackie didn't hesitate to use his influence to keep things 'calm'.

He liked calm and this Rob Fellows was an upset to that, just by his very presence. Not to say he wouldn't be good for the casino but Jackie wasn't going to indicate that.

His hand closed around the tie and he pulled hard, bringing Robin in very tight against him and he lunged forward to take from him a very demanding kiss.

Robin kissed him back with interest, not surprised in the least that this is where things had led - in his experience most situations could end up here if he just prodded them the right way. And he'd had every intention of poking Jackie with a stick like a tempermental dog until he snapped. He was probably lucky he hadn't poked so hard as to just get himself hurt, but maybe he'd been a little more self destructive than usual lately.

Jackie kept a tight grip on the tie, almost as if it were a leash. His other hand fisted tightly in Robin's hair to keep him still.

He pushed up from the desk and turned them so that he could trap Robin against it, knocking at his feet to spread them and Jackie could nestle between his legs.

Robin let out a grunt of surprise, and felt a jolt right to his cock at the way the scene was progressing. God, it almost made him want to piss the man off more. Somehow he had a feeling that he wasn't going to have the same reservations that Tereus had about using Robin hard.

After all, it just hadn't been the same when Thomas did it. He didn't mean it.

"I guess we know who's in charge here," he gasped out.

Jackie's eyes were dark and his breathing was coming hard and fast. This was a dynamic he rarely had. The closest was with Dick and even then there was a lot of 'relationship' between them.

This was a man he didn't know and was sending all the right kind of signals to trip the edge of Jackie's 'need to be in control because he just IS in control'. "Shouldn't be any guessing," he said through his teeth, drawing his lips back in a soft hiss. "It only works this way or not at all."

And frankly, even though that sounded like Robin had a choice, he didn't. Jackie knew it and he knew Robin knew it. Otherwise, Robin wouldn't have stuck around.

He started it. Jackie was going to finish it.

"Well I hope you're good enough that I don't go with not at all," Robin said, his voice a near purr as he pressed back against him.

"Ooooh," Jackie said, pursing his lips in his own purr. Or more like a dark growl. "A button pusher. You like that, don't you, Mr. Fellows. Pushing and poking until you find yourself in a whole world of trouble."

He pulled Robin away from the desk and whirled him around. Keeping the man off balance, he leaned into him so he was trapped facing the desk, Jackie's bulk pressing into him. "So I have the same hope. That you're good enough for all the trouble you're going to find yourself in."

Robin groped for a hold on the desk again and managed to flatten one palm against it awkwardly. After a slightly strangled groan, he said, "I told you, I'm good at most things."

"Well that remains to be seen," he whispered low against Robin's ear. "I hope you're up for it." Jackie slid a hand down Robin's chest and over his stomach to grope obscenely at his cock. "Although," and he gave it a squeeze, "this does hold some promise. You have hidden surprises that aren't obvious on the outside."

Robin gritted his teeth into that touch, and gasped. "It's a shame it's not more obvious," he said breathlessly. He rolled his hips encouragingly. "Not that I have trouble getting dates anyway."

Dates. Ha.

Jackie worked at Robin's belt and fastening to his slacks. Once they opened, he slipped his hand beneath all the fabric to touch hot, hard flesh, wrapping his fingers around it. "You don't strike me as the dating type."

He stroked up the shaft, a long pull with a firm grip. At the head he gave a slight twist and a slow stroke down. Jackie could smell Robin's aftershave, teeth scraping at the line of his throat before biting down over his pulse point to feel the beat of his heart. It was an interesting scent. Something he couldn't place but it was intoxicating all the same. Maybe it was the sheer sexuality radiating from the man; primal, feral, ancient.

"If this doesn't count as dating, then no," Robin groaned, rocking shamelessly into his grip. God, he should cheat at gambling more often.

Why did Jackie always end up catching himself in a position like this. Not the sex in his office. That was a no-brainer. He just really dug sex in his office. Half clothed, pounding, sweating, feel-good sex.

But the condoms and lube were in the drawer on the other side of the desk.

He bit down once on Robin's neck, grabbing the skin and tugging lightly. "Over this way," he said roughly. It was with reluctance he pulled away but they'd get back to it soon.

His chair would hold up to the strain of two full grown men in it. Hell, he'd paid enough for it.

"Oh, I look better from that side anyway," Robin said, smirking as he looked over at the other side of the desk. Though there was no denying he was a little unsteady on his feet as he moved. "By the way... I want the name of your decorator." He was serious. He liked the desk.

"I'll make sure to give you her card," Jackie said as he pulled Robin along with him. If he remembered. Right now he had other things on his mind. Like, while thinking about the desk, he'd rather Robin be looking at his reflection in highly polished surface while he plowed the guy from behind.

He rummaged through the drawers and found what he was looking for. Slick fingers found their way roughly into Robin's body as he bent the man over again. "So do I need to be gentle with you?" Not that it would change what they did by much but he did want to know how wild they could get, smart-mouth challenging button-pusher that Robin was.

"Hell no," Robin said with a hint of breathless heat in his voice. He could indeed see his reflection in the desk. He looked good.

Glad to hear that because Robin was going to continue to see his reflection in the desk. Jackie placed his hand between Robin's shoulder blades and held him pinned against the surface.

Positioned just perfectly, Jackie slicked up his cock and eased into Robin without giving him any time to adjust before picking up an increasing pounding rhythm that would soon threaten to jar his desk.

Oh fuck, it hurt. It hurt, and it was amazing. Robin grunted in time with the first few of Jackie's thrusts, and then groaned shamelessly, pushing back against him. His fingers curled into the smooth surface of the desk, and he was sorely tempted to slide one hand down to start jerking himself off, but he held off for now.

It wasn't often that Jackie could be this rough. Dick could handle it but Jackie had to be mindful of leaving bruises for the boyscout to find. Jaime was resilient too, but was new to this whole sex thing.

Whoever this guy was, he wasn't new and he handled it like a champ. This had some interesting possibilities. Possibilities that would have to wait because Jackie simply wanted to get down to the business of fucking. "Let me hear you, Mr. Fellows. I don't want to think I'm boring you back here."

"Earn it," Robin gasped out, though despite the breathlessness there was a rough, growling edge to his voice.

Jackie barked out a laugh. He grabbed Robin's collar and pulled upward, dragging the man to almost-standing and cooed in his ear. "You don't have to enjoy it, you know. I'll simply take what I want."

"So take," growled Robin, and rolled his hips as he pushed back against him again. "But if you want a reaction you'll take in a way that gets one."

Leaning in, Jackie bit down on the shell of Robin's ear. Not hard, just enough to sting before he pulled back and shoved the other man back to the desk.

He didn't have legendary stamina, all the shame for that. But he had enough, especially when adrenaline started to pump into his system, just from the challenge in Robin's words.

One hand held Robin down again, firmly pushing between his shoulders, the other pulled Robin's hips away from the desk so he could reach around to stroke him. While Jackie slammed into Robin's body, his hand stroked slow and even over the shaft, just enough stimulation to make his presence felt.

That was enough to get a reaction. Robin groaned loudly, and rasped out, "Fuck yes." He could feel pleasure immediately coiling up inside him. It wouldn't be long for him either.

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