Hello readers, and welcome to BBRae week 2018! *cheers and screams of excitement*

Sooooo, I should probably explain how this specific story came about. I was hitting a bit of a block for it as it was a kind of generic prompt, not that that's a bad thing, but I wanted to do something more unique. So I just decided fuck it (heh heh), I'll write a lemon. I did still implement the prompt into it a bit though, as BB can't help or control himself when it comes to Rae. Apologies to those who were hoping for something different for this, but meh, not much I can do about that now. Expect more... legitimate I guess I'll say, stories for the other prompts though.

So as a heads up for y'all, this submission contains smut. Adult scenarios. Obviously. It is very, and I mean VERY, graphic. For mature eyes only, if you please. Also as a follow-up warning, this is my first attempt at such writing as well. I haven't felt too comfortable or okay with it before, but decided I'd step out of my comfort zone and give it a shot here. So apologies if it's ass. If by some miracle it's not, however, don't feel shy about letting me know :P

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans

.: BBRae Week 2018 :.

.: Day 1: Can't Help Falling In Love With You :.

It all happened so quickly, over in the blink of an eye, but at the same time the entire sequence seemed to occur in slow motion as he watched. The army of enemy robots crumpling beneath him as he let out a defeating roar, the flashing of lights from his teammates fighting alongside him, the concern he pushed aside over the lack of the man they had come to stop.

The short, cut-off gasp bringing his attention to her, just as the second crimson-coated blade emerged out of her stomach, dark, glistening red quickly following and contaminating her blue cloak.

So much red.

The black and orange clad man escaping mattered none as he screamed her name, screamed it again, and kept screaming until it was merely unintelligible noise exiting his mouth involuntarily, forcing his way through the wreckage and debris even as she fell, Red pooling and spreading out from her position.

Too much red.

Finally, an eternity too long, reaching her. Nearly slipping as he knelt by her side, cradling her head to look her in the eyes. Their usual royal purple had already faded, staring upwards, unfocused. Realizing that he was still yelling, though what he wasn't sure.

Hearing the combat continuing around him, and not caring. All that mattered was the girl whose hand he took up, holding tightly, as if to force her to stay with him, anchor her to this life. Not registering the faintest of squeezes back, only more red, transfered from her palm to his.

Screaming her name. Again. Her name. Three times. Four.

Watching as her eyes slid closed, and her breathing slowed, each inhale drawing more flesh along the blades still embedded in her body. Drawing more of the red.

Until the breathing stopped.

And the world stopped.

And he screamed. Screamed, and yelled, and wailed, and did not stop until he ran out of breath, and still then he continued.

Screaming.

As Beast Boy shot upward in his bed, gasping for air and sweating, he looked about, panicked. Once he realized the nightmare had been just that, he tried to slow his racing heart, taking deep, calming breaths and closing his eyes.

However, once he did all that he could see was her body, laying lifeless in his arms.

The changeling's eyes shot open, the irrational, uncontrollable terror returning.

Finally, he swung his legs out of his bed and made his way into the hallway, which he began to walk down. As he did, images of empty purple eyes, and that terrible red plagued him, flashing before him, spurring him faster until he was sprinting through the corridors, at last reaching a door that he stopped at, only to knock on it hard, desperately, frenzied. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why, but something about her had always seemed to cause him to lose control.

Each pound against its surface reflected his own crazed heartbeat, as the pictures replayed in his mind once again.

Holding her still form in his arms, watching her eyelids drift lower. Uncaring as her blood fell upon him, marring his skin and clouding his vision.

His fist came down on the door frame harder with each impact, until he was sure that his knuckles would bare bruises after. Not that he cared. He didn't feel a thing.

Her gaze seemed to lock onto his just before it faded altogether, and it was almost as if she were trying to speak, but couldn't find the strength.

He yelled her name as he pounded, until finally, finally, his fist hit air as the door opened.

He was greeted by the very gaze that had been haunting him, her glimmering amethysts now filled with confusion and reproach rather than that horrifying nothing.

Once he saw them, he couldn't help but freeze, as if a deer caught in the headlights, enraptured by their beautiful, and unmistakably alive, gaze. His heart had jumped into his throat, or maybe stopped completely. Or was it beating harder? He couldn't tell. He nearly collapsed, his knees almost giving out beneath him as he let out a sob of relief, before falling silent again, content to stare as he attempted to regain his basic functions.

Finally, she spoke. "...Yes?"

However, he seemed to have been struck dumb by her mere presence, relief, as well as something else, flowing through his very being. He swayed on the spot slightly, unsteady in his disarray.

"I... have you... sorry," he replied, finally able to speak, but stuttering over the words, unsure what they were even as they stumbled out. He paused, trying to collect himself, still pinned by her wondering eyes.

She merely raised an eyebrow, unaware of his turmoil. "Sorry? Did you do something worth apologizing for?"

He took a deep breath. "It's... it's late and you need to rest." He gestured weakly to her midsection, and the bandages that wrapped about her, hidden beneath her cloak and leotard.

The dark empath turned and glided back into the confines of her room, which the changeling took as an invitation to follow. She reached her bed and sat on its edge, looking up at him as he stood before her. In most cases he may have noted that she had actually allowed him in her room, and the close proximity she was also permitting, but not this time. "So, why were you trying to beat down my door? You're lucky the others are out on a mission, they wouldn't have taken kindly to being awakened by that."

He averted his gaze from hers, eyes searching for some sort of a distraction, or a savior around her room, suddenly self-conscious. "...I don't know." It was more or less the truth. He never seemed to be able to help himself when she was concerned.

"Beast Boy." Still he avoided her, as if that could help him elude the inevitable questions. "Garfield." His name brought his attention, and his eyes, back to her finally.

"It's nothing."

"Nothing doesn't bring you here this early in the morning to smash my door in," she replied, deep purple irises searching his emerald greens under an arched brow. The changeling shifted from one foot to the other under her stare. "Are you okay?"

Beast Boy ran a hand through his hair, scratching at it to give him something to do other than wilt beneath his companion's gaze. "I... just wanted to see you." Though it wasn't the whole truth, the admittance helped ease his distress, as Raven's expression softened in understanding.

"You don't need to worry about me." Her familiar, raspy voice soothed his nerves, and he found it much easier to meet her eyes. "I've almost recovered completely by now."

Beast Boy shook his head. "I just don't like you without your powers though. I mean, it's great that you're healing so fast, but to trade all of your of abilities for that until you're back to normal... I don't like thinking of you defenseless."

The ghost of a smile invaded Raven's expression briefly, before disappearing, so fast he couldn't be sure he wasn't seeing things as she glanced down at her stomach. "I would prefer to have two extra holes in my body for as little time as possible, thank you very much. A short reprieve from my powers is an acceptable price." She looked back up at him pointedly. "Now, are you going to tell me why you're really here or should I kick you out?"

He sighed, hardly at all surprised that she had seen right through him, once again waving a hand vaguely at her midsection. "I had a nightmare. About that. Only... you didn't..." his voice wavered off, clouded by emotion and unable to continue without once again breaking down.

However, she seemed to understand immediately. She always understood. Her hand reached up and found his, squeezed. She had never been one for words, and so she didn't speak, allowing the contact and her eyes to do so for her. I'm still here. Don't worry. I'm still with you.

He responded, also wordlessly. I know. I just don't know what I'd do without you. I can't even imagine... Unbidden tears flooded his eyes, threatening to overflow. He never cried. Except, it seemed, when she was involved. He couldn't control himself around her. He tried to turn his head away, but of course she saw them anyways.

He didn't have time to react before she stood and pulled him into a tight embrace, much like she had done years ago in the hallway outside, only this time he returned it, allowing her scent, her feel, her warmth to sooth his consciousness, drinking in her presence. She's still here.

They remained still, holding each other, for a time he couldn't know. It could have been seconds, or hours. He just knew that she was still alive, and still with him. Still.

Eventually however, he found that they had migrated to her bed, sitting at its edge as she had, still holding the other. He pulled back finally, looking into her eyes, awed at her mere being. Absently, almost without considering the action at all, Beast Boy lifted an arm and ran his fingers lazily through her soft indigo hair, threading it between his digits easily. Under other circumstances he would have been shocked at himself over the gesture, at this time it seemed the most sensible, fitting thing to do. The empath seemed to agree, tilting her head into his hand to accommodate the action.

Unbidden, he felt himself lean forward, almost as if someone else had taken the reigns over his functions, though he knew it was merely the usual loss of control he had around her.

Returning to the present, he watched as he drew nearer to her, and as she remained motionless, this time it being her turn to freeze. The only indications she was still conscious were her eyes, darting constantly around his face, and her breathing, which was steadily becoming more hurried and shallow. Excited.

Beast Boy paused just before her face, close enough to feel the air exiting her lips with each heavy exhale, and breathed in her air himself, savoring it as his nose brushed hers, drawing a shiver from the dark, mysterious girl, who was still staring at him through clouded eyes.

Finally he could no longer stand it, and lost all inhibitions as he so often did when she was concerned, and surged forward, closing the gap between them.

Her lips on his was a foreign feeling, though not unwelcome. In fact, it was the exact opposite, he quickly decided as she began to slowly return the gesture. Their mouths moved together, a slow, heated display of passion. It was reserved and not at all hurried, but still had him at a loss for breath and pressing in for more.

His hands went directly to her cheek and small of her back, both holding her steady against him and bringing her closer, just as she rested hers on his shoulders. He sighed into her mouth as her fingers weaved into his hair as he had to her earlier, though this time with a much different motive and affect.

He tightened the arm around her, wanting to eliminate any and all space between each other, and pressing her to him. She was much warmer than he had originally realized, and so soft. However, these thoughts quickly abandoned him as she responded, and all he could think of was the frantic motion of her mouth on his, how their lips molded to the other. She was somehow gentle yet forceful, commanding and reserved, all in ways that were purely Raven.

Then even this train of thought was quickly derailed and send careening off the side of a cliff as her hands pressed down on his shoulders, lifting her body enough to sidle forward, settling onto his lap in a way that had him pushing his hips up and into her, for the first time feeling that heat that seemed to beckon to him, bringing a gasp out of each of their throats.

The changeling's eyes had been shut since the moment they had connected, but he finally opened them slightly as he felt her move, as her cloak hit the floor and leotard began to peel back, still kissing him heatedly, revealing a plain black bra and...

...bandages, wrapped countless times about her midsection, bringing him unpleasantly back to reality.

He stopped abruptly, which in turn brought her pause in removing her uniform as her eyes looks back to his emerald greens, still fastened on her injuries. His hand reached out to delicately land on the surface of the bandages, feeling her warmth beneath them. He glanced up and met her eyes. She returned his gaze evenly, and the sight of her flushed, breathless face ignited something in him, barely restrained by what lay under his right hand, concern now overriding the uncontrollable fire of moments ago.

Her eyes contained a dark something, hidden behind a curtain of self control, though said covering seemed to be steadily deteriorating, and he knew that within a short time it would completely vanish, and then there would be no stopping what followed. He also suspected that a similar look was visible to her in his own eyes.

He smoothed his hand up and down the wrappings and debated stopping, or asking her what she would like, but was distracted by her motion.

When she first began to move with a slight wriggle of her hips, he thought it was merely an attempt to adjust her position atop him.

However, when the movements continued, becoming more pronounced and laced with intent, her clothed heat pressing into his crotch repeatedly and regularly, his eyes dropped downwards briefly, without a need to pose a question of the languid, deliberate stir of her body against his, before a heavier role of her hips forced him to give a low moan and brought his gaze back to her hooded deep purples, sharing a dazed look as she continued.

After staring into their depths briefly, jade on amethyst, he began to respond to the motions, pushing up and into her as she descended, drawing a surprised gasp from her lips, before they returned to his own with need.

Together, they moved against one another, her teeth biting down on his lower lip and pulling back as his tongue darted forward to tease hers, and before he could consider why or how this had come about or what the hell they were even doing, her hand was at his waistline, sneaking under his shirt and gliding upwards along his chest, clothe riding up with it and sending shivers throughout his body. Catching the hint, he regretfully broke their contact and reached for his top, pulling it upwards and off with her assistance, before tossing it aside without a care and reconnecting desperately to her mouth, pressing her heated body against his in the process.

He considered how far this was going to go, how far she wanted it to go, when an unexpected sensation of clothe moving against his chest distracted him, followed by her moving forwards once again, only this time with the feeling of nothing at all separating themselves, and his face reddened, breathing quickening even further.

He almost paused at the realization when he felt a hand at the hem of his pants. As she tugged blindly on the waistline, unwillingly to part his his mouth for even a second, she pressed forward in a way that had him instead leaning back to slowly lie down to accommodate her, mouth never leaving hers except to take short needed gasps for air, much as he wished he didn't have to, and forgetting all else but the feeling of her warmth, her skin, her body on his.

Once he was prone on his back, she crawled up his form to settle once agin over his hips, pressing downwards deliberately, and coaxing a heavy moan from both of their mouths, Beast Boy's face reddening as she did so, as he knew that the dark girl could feel him, feel how much he physically needed her in that moment pressing against her delicious heat.

But as she continued to push against him insistently, lustful gasps dripping from her throat at infrequent intervals, he found himself caught up in an alien wish to please, to give instead of simply receive, and he pushed upwards, flipping her onto her back and pressed down as she had done moments ago, before bringing his mouth to her jawline and neck, the quiet gasps and breathes caught in her throat all the reward he needed.

This time when her hands traveled to his waistline, he helped her, tugging down his uniform pants and green boxers hurriedly, before turning to hers, finally removing the remainder of her leotard and pausing at the view before him. Raven, breathless and flushed, eyes dark and her body bared to him, black panties the only piece of clothing left upon either of them, and all he felt was pure wanton need.

He descended upon her once again, this time lowering his mouth further to meet her left nipple, her responding moans music to his ears, further deteriorating the last restraints on his self control, nearly breaking completely upon the feeling of her core pressing into his twitching length, her flimsy underwear the only barrier between them. When she finally reached down to hook her fingers in her underwear and began pulling them down, her complete scent washed over him, and he had to fight every instinct in his body not to take her right then and here, somehow finding the willpower to wait once more, waiting for her confirmation.

However this seemed to be the opposite of what she was waiting for, as she rolled them over again, once more pressing into his body from above, looking down at him from her half-lidded violet eyes.

As he looked up at her, he couldn't help but wonder at the beautiful contrast of her features. The flawless pale ebony of her grey skin, interrupted by her dark eyes, purple irises still shrouded by that something that left him breathless, lavender hair framing her face perfectly, lining it in darkness. Her adorably small nose and cheeks were tinged pink and her lips were swollen, as her the many places his own had claimed along her neck and further below.

His gaze continued to fall, marveling at the perfection before him and he slid his hands up and down her deliciously pale legs, before his mind hit a blissful, heavenly blank as Raven slid against him, her slick heat against his hardness nearly too much to handle. As she continued the motion, he seemed almost mesmerized by the sight of her hot core sliding along his rigid length, nearly coating it in her desire.

Even though Beast Boy knew that they should stop, they should slow down, they should talk about this, he was only able to groan lightly as she slowly moved her hips against his own, and he could tell from that darkness in her eyes and the relentless motions of her body that she couldn't bring herself to pause either. He realized how blank and dumb he must look between his eyebrows raised helplessly and mouth hung open, unable to tear his gaze from her naked body and straddle, but couldn't bring himself to move or retaliate, hands gripping her thighs as she continued her ministrations.

When the dark girl finally raised herself up and her fingers found his incredibly rigid length to guide it towards her core, he let out a strangled gasp, one arm reaching up automatically to wrap about her body, bringing her in close to press her forehead to his, eyes sliding closed as she lowered, allowing him entrance slowly with a hiss, sopping folds parting to take him in, walls sucking him in further.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, his eyes open to see her beautiful face inches from his, flushed and covered in sweat, and completely, wholly, his.

As he was enveloped by her tight wetness, he was unable to stop himself from wriggling his hips upwards and further into the mind-numbing sensation, only to stop upon hearing a hiss and glancing back to her face, now twisted in pain. The changeling felt a rush of guilt at the sight, which finally gave him the willpower to regain his most basic functions. His hand found her jaw, cupping her face to look at her in concern.

"Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, barely a whisper, choked out between heavy breaths, yet still he was surprised he had the self control to get the words out.

The half demoness stared back, and rather than answer lifted her upper body to her previous upright position and planted her hands on his chest, forcing him to remain laid on his back. They shared a dark, drunken gaze briefly before his vision completely blanked and jaw slackened as she stirred her hips against his clumsily, lifting slightly and falling down, eyes closing and releasing a long drawn-out moan.

Raven repeated the motion with more sureness and accuracy, pressing down and into him further, slippery wet folds gripping his length as she did so, slowly rocking against him. Her expression melted away to be replaced by lecherous abandon as she pumped against him with a fervor which rocked the bed frame itself.

The empath continued to move, steadily gaining more rhythm and power with every stroke until she was slamming down into him with abandon, until he finally gripped her hips once again and snapped his own upwards and into her as she descended, watching as she let out a loud cry of surprise, all inhibitions lost without a second thought in their passion. Her eyes slid closed and mouth dropped open, head thrown back in a lecherous expression that flooded him with an alien sense of pride, because he was the one responsible.

The thought had him continuing to move even harder in an effort to see her usually so emotionless face show even more, to moan more, lose control more, give more. Together they found a rhythm and rocked back and forth, up and down, the sight and feel and sound maddeningly euphoric.

Until she pressed down on him with finality, halting his movement, arching back and crying out once again, her warmth squeezing him even tighter than before as she finished, and the sight roused his animalistic instincts, filled him with something feral, and he grasped desperately at her to tug her back down, until she was once again pressed against him, her breathless mouth on his. He grabbed her hips and bent his knees to brace his feet flat upon the bed at either side of her body for leverage, and he finally took control and began to rut up and into her.

Hard, fast, and brutal, he fucked her, vision obscured by her violet hair, allowing only flashes of her pale face twisted in helpless bliss, mouth hung open to let out moan after moan every time he impacted her body. His pace increased further, until he could no longer discern what he was seeing, high as he was off her scent, her sound, her body. Off her.

Her eyes found his once again, dazed purple locking on to drunken green, and her lips parted, gasps and moans escaping as they gazed at one another and his motions became more erratic, her expression more helpless.

His pleasure began to reach a dangerous peak, spiking in a way that he never would have dreamed possible, and he wrapped an arm around her back to pull her body flush against his and pressing his mouth to hers, and he was slamming into her as she hummed into his mouth. Loud, throaty moans and gasps tumbled from her mouth into his, only heightening his euphoria.

As he continued to pound into her body her body fell completely limp, overwhelmed by the overload of senses, slumping loosely onto his own, sticking to his sweat-coated skin. His pace increased as her head fell helplessly to the side, coming to rest on his shoulder as he pounded relentlessly into her, moans loud in his ear.

As the bliss overcame him, and it began to feel too good, too much, and he was swept away in the flood of pleasure he tried to speak, but found that the entire concept of language had eluded him, and he merely let out a guttural roar as he finally released into her, grinding mercilessly into her slick heat as he spilled out, mind wiping clean of any comprehensible thought to be replaced by that perfect, euphoric emptiness.

Once it was over, he merely stared into her eyes, and she into his. Both were breathing heavily, and flushed. Swear coated their bodies, causing skin to cling to each other's.

And though Beast Boy knew that they had just committed something they could never undo, crossed a line that could never be retracted, he couldn't bring himself to speak. And so, he merely gazed into her amethyst eyes silently, before pressing his lips once again to hers. This time it was much slower, much deeper, though just as passionate.

With that, he tightened his arms around her body and they slowly drifted off to the welcoming throes of sleep, lost in the comfort of each other's arms.

By the way, just in case anyone didn't pick up on this, as I'm a big fan of explaining things through references and such rather than just telling you up front, the reason Rae's powers didn't freak out is they were completely going towards healing her wounds from being turned into a demon kabob by Slade. That's what the bit about her being helpless was saying.

Moving on though, I suppose that's one way to start off the week lol. Anyways, as I said, that was my first attempt at this kinda thing, so please excuse it if it's not too great. Feel free to let me know what you thought of it though, good or bad.

-Eldritch Sardine