Raven's room was always kept dark, even with a window. Always organized, even with books abound. Decorations suited more to the introverted. A bed shaped nearly identically to the hood of her cloak as it hung halfway over her face. There were many strange objects to be found with many stranger encryptions. One would call such a place dark and unhealthy. A place for the troubled to go. But for the girl who lived here, this was no dark place at all, but a peaceful place where she sought refuge and could concentrate easily. It did, of course, have normal bedroom purposes, such as clothing and sleeping, but for Raven it mostly served to influence tranquility and give way to meditation—something she could be found doing very often.
Her door opened with a pneumatic hiss and she stepped inside. She sighed heavily as it closed and twitched an eyebrow at the loud noises of car crashes and screeching tires from mindless video games and the persistent arguing and yelling over Starfire in Spanish.
Maybe the tower could hold more people but it didn't make housing the Titans East any easier to deal with. Even from her room she could still hear every single thing. It had only been one day, so of course everyone was excited about seeing their friends again. She wasn't exactly opposed to it, but all teams were like families, and all families had quirky systems. Two families living in the same home made for a dysfunctional household, at least for a long time… Too long for her tolerance.
She heard someone clear their throat beside her and reacted on instinct, punching Beast Boy in the cheek and throwing him off balance.
She gasped.
"Dude… Why'd you hit me?" he grumbled, which to her said he was fine.
She walked to the center of her room and asked, "What are you doing in my room?"
He watched her sit cross-legged, levitating, as she motioned with her hand for something to come to her. At first he thought that 'something' was him, but then a book flew past his head and into her hands, seeming to automatically open to the page she wanted.
"I wanted to see you and your room is the best place to start looking," he said.
"Nobody is supposed to be in my room."
He grinned widely and walked over to her, draping one arm on her shoulder.
"Aw you know I'm an excep—"
She cut him off by opening a black portal underneath where he stood, but the quick sound of his morph followed by a steady humming told her she wasn't going to get him out of her room that easy. She clenched one hand to close the portal and sighed.
A green hummingbird flitted beside her and instantly became a green man.
"Nice try but that trick got old the…nineth…no, te— eleven…?" He waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever. Point is, I already knew you would try that."
She looked back down at her book.
"Maybe you could stop spending so much time with your library and spend a little time with the rest of us?" he 'asked' hopefully.
"You mean you."
He walked over to her bed and flopped on his stomach, drawing figureless lines in and across the bedsheets.
"Maybe," he playfully answered.
She looked up from her book and honed in on all the racket going on in the living room. The fighting between Mas and Menos had finally stopped, or at least calmed to a quieter level, and the car racing games had changed to robot fighting games that shouted out every single move and hit that made contact with the other player. Focusing too much on it would disrupt her focus. Then again, Beast Boy alone was capable of breaking anyone's focus. No meditation was even possible right now.
"You should go," she said. "People are playing video games without you."
"Is it because Aqualad is out there?"
"That's not really relevant to what I said."
"Do you want me gone because Aqualad is here?"
"What does any of this have to do with Aqualad?"
"Do you still have a crush on him?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
He came back over and took one of her hands off the book to get her full attention.
"Look. I want to be with you," he said. "But I'm worried about us. All you ever do is shut me out."
She rolled her eyes at his pity story.
"Beast Boy, it's been one day."
He dramatically dropped to his knees and threw his hands up.
"And I'm so lonely!"
"SHHH!" she hissed. "Fine! I'll go outside."
She uncrossed her legs and her feet touched the floor again.
"Spend a little alone time with yours truly first?" Beast Boy chuckled as he stood up.
She sighed for the third time in under an hour. He perked one eyebrow and smiled.
"You know you wanna," he said.
She eyed him for one moment before answering, "You planned this from the beginning."
He shrugged and smiled. "Well…I wouldn't say 'planned'… It just sort of came to me."
"You can't get too focused this time. We have guests over," she said.
He nodded. "Short and sweet. Got it."
She unclipped her cloak and let it fall to the floor, and he took that as his cue to dart in and embrace her tightly. She soon after felt his abnormally long lower left canine tooth that jutted out over his upper lip press against her own lips. Beast Boy had been dealing with this tooth his whole life so of course he had grown used to it, but to her, the tooth was still new and it made any kiss harder and much more distracting, like wearing half a pair of oversized vampire fangs upside down. To her it seemed to get in the way but Beast Boy seemed to take little to no notice that it was even there.
Then again things may be the same way for him every time their foreheads touched. She was used to her gem, he wasn't. If her forehead touched any part of him he would feel it and it wouldn't feel normal to him. So in a way, they both had to tolerate some physical 'flaw', so to speak, with the other.
He moved one of his hands up from her waist to her back, where he began unzipping the zipper there, all the way down to her lower back where it stopped.
This wasn't Beast Boy's version of 'short and sweet', this was his norm. He wanted to get things going fast and lucky for him, she didn't really mind it. Normally she would analyze things, keep her thoughts and emotions under control. But when they did this something inside her clicked, as if he found an 'on' switch somewhere and flipped it. She would start burning with so much passion that her entire room and everything in it, minus Beast Boy and her, turned black with her powers, as if they synced up but never moved. On top of that she was more vocal, she would smile more, and from time to time she would laugh. Her insults and sarcasm towards Beast Boy were replaced with compliments and simply repeating his name.
When everything was over, the old Raven came back as though nothing had happened. The powers that covered her room disappeared as well.
But Raven wasn't the only one who exhibited a drastic change in behavior. Cyborg had said that Beast Boy's genetic makeup was unstable. He used this to his advantage in combat, morphing from one animal to another in the blink of an eye, and fully capable of holding that form. His primary form was that of a human, but even as a human there were parts of him that he couldn't keep under control. His color, ears, and fang all came from parts of some other animals. She could make fun of his muscles all she wanted but the truth was, his strength was in his will. Just as she meditated every day to keep her powers in check, he was under the same stress to control his. Maybe it wasn't as hard for him, but either way, he had to focus all the time to maintain human form, or to morph into any other form for that matter. It was choice metamorphosis. Every thought he had in any fight he fought had to be made in a snap, and most people never realized that about him.
That kind of constant quick thinking made him a tough opponent, because he was full of surprises and sometimes even he didn't know exactly which animal he would become next. There was one kind of animal, though, that even he couldn't control, no matter how hard he tried. All animals ran on an irresistible instinct to mate. Beast Boy never had a problem with that in the past since there were no women who would go any further than maybe a date or two at most. But now that he had a girlfriend, and had had one for many months now, something deep inside had stirred. His human portion was the only thing holding back a full animalistic instinct that he feared would be too savage to ever let loose.
He never fully allowed it to take him over, but like the animals he could morph into, there were some things he simply couldn't control. One of them happened to be half of his behavior. During this kind of intimacy, if it was passion driving him, he really didn't show it. Every muscle in his body became tense, sometimes even shaky. He would even clench his hands around the bedsheets, probably to keep from doing that to her. He would bite at her shoulders or shoulder blades, but thankfully that was the human portion of him that held back. Never once did he leave hard marks. He did leave the occasional bruise but it was soft and rare. She also heard small, nonthreatening, short growls here and there.
He became too focused though, which posed a problem when trying to get him to snap out of it. The magic word was a very firm 'stop'. 'Quit' or 'cut it out' wouldn't do the trick. The only other way he would break his trance was the natural way, which was to release.
"I thought of something new we can try," Raven said as she pulled her arms out through the long sleeves of her black leotard.
"Mmm." He started nibbling at the base of her neck while he pulled both his pants and underwear down at the same time and stepped over them.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," she whispered, random spots in her room turning black and slowly starting to spread out.
He reluctantly pulled away from her and obeyed, obviously forgetting he still had his shirt on.
She finished shedding her leotard at last, much too long for his liking, walked over to him, and turned around. She positioned herself carefully and lowered herself onto his upright cock, and he moaned loudly in response. He grabbed her hips and used his body weight to flip them upside down, so that she was the one now on bottom. Her plan to introduce something new had failed. Doggy-style was still his favorite.
The whole room stopped slowly spreading and suddenly flashed black. She spread her legs more to give him better access and better stability, and made a soft noise each time he thrust into her. His hardness and the friction he was creating against her walls produced a pleasure she couldn't describe… And every time he went all the way in she felt so…full. It was amazing.
"Ohh Beast Boy, harder, give me more!" she moaned in between thrusts.
He didn't just go harder, he went faster, like a locomotive stuck in a time loop. And it felt painful, but to a pleasurable amount. Almost as though the pain contributed to it all.
She could feel her consciousness wanting to melt away the real world, everything around her, to pay sole attention to Beast Boy. But it wasn't like they were alone in the tower, like they were the first time they ever tried sex.
Apparently he kept in mind that this wasn't supposed to last forever and decided to finish early. With his hardest movement, Raven felt his hot seed spill into her, soon running down her legs. She also heard him panting heavily behind her and joined him.
They both slumped off her bed onto the floor.
"So, how was it?" Beast Boy asked, putting one arm over her collarbone.
She chuckled and scooted up on him, turning herself over to face him, and raised the upper portion of her body with her elbows.
"We really need to do that ag—"
Her words were cut off by, "Vamos a ver la habitación de Cyborg!" flying through the hall right outside her door.
Raven's room immediately reverted to its usual color, the darkness seeming to suck back to her.
"We have guests over," she repeated. "Get dressed."
They both got up and dressed themselves in their respective clothing before sneaking out of Raven's room.