-Secrets-

A Teen Titans Fan Fiction

By: Tommy Tribble

Chapter 1: Too Close

"B-beast Boy…" any other time…any other instance that I'd say his name would be different. I'd be yelling or shouting or insulting him. But I'm not. I'm crying out, moaning, whispering...screaming in ecstasy. He enters me, his little green body grinding against my pale, almost grey one. He places amber-tinted lips on my forehead, my cheeks, and finally lays them to rest all over my lips. He thrashes inside of me, grinding and pushing and filling me with his energy, his crazy exuberance that leaks into my body through empathy.

I'm becoming him. With every kiss, with every touch, his feelings go into me and I mimic them. I shouldn't be doing this…but it feels…so…right. It feels so real…it feels better then the numbness and the lackluster darkness. He's better then magic, brighter, if not all the more addictive.

One of my candles bursts into a pile of hot wax as my magic strikes out through my emotions. I'm getting better at controlling the waves of happiness that radiate from me every time he kisses me…touches me this way. Before, when we first started this thing between us, windows would shatter and implode, we'd have to leave the tower, otherwise our friends would hear a chorus of explosions and moans.

But that time has passed. I've gotten better at it all. I can control my magic…uh…oh…and just like that my thoughts evaporate into smoke as he begins a quick pounding, slowing at times, than picking up speeds in short bursts. We're drawing closer to the end…

There's a part of Beast Boy that I like…a part that makes me warm. When I'm with him I feel something…something more. I become something that's less like Trigon's Jewel, and more Raven, The Titan, the girlfriend, the enchantress…I become something new and different and…special. And now he's almost vibrating into me, back and fourth back and fourth, and my body twists and bends underneath him, cupping his cheek as I kiss him in the most sincere, sexy way I know how.

This is it, we're almost there…

"R-raven…" Beast Boy says, right on cue, practically breathless, "I'm about to…cum…" just then I hear a quick knock on our door. My eyes widen, and so do his. Instantly, Beast Boy evaporates; his presence no longer inside me. Drat! We were just about to get there…to the point where I would feel alive again. Just a little more and we would have been complete…

"Raven!? Are you in there? Is something wrong?"

"Just a minute," I say, try to summon up a monotone drawl. I sound like a woman in heat. Ugh, of course this would happen, tonight of all nights. "Azarath, Metrion…Zynthos!" I wave my hand towards my cloak and leotard. The clothes vanish into darkness, right onto my body.

Carefully composing myself and fixing my hair, I make my way towards the door. My eyes are weary as I thrust it open, and there, standing right in my doorway, is Robin. Robin, Boy Wonder, and the eternal pain in my ass…ugh, he always appears at the worst times. "Raven, is something wrong? I heard thumping! And I'm pretty sure there was an explosion," he looks past me, into the dark room, and notices the pile of wax where a candle used to be. "Oh…did you lose control or something?"

"No…I'm practicing a new spell—"

"This isn't another Malchior thing, is it?"

"Of course not, I'm done with anything that even vaguely resembles that dragon," my voice is dull, as if I'm bored with my own answers. "There's no one in my life to teach me magic or potentially ruin my existence, okay?" and suddenly, I feel Rage, a twisting emotion of flames and anger rising up in me, trying to break the protective shield of numbness I've placed over my mind. My emotions have a will of their own, they think and feel what they want to, and they have their own opinions, largely centered on their particular emotion, sometimes I listen to them. And then I can feel Rage's voice hovering up, just beneath the barrier, it uses all its strength to send up this message, before it is once again yanked down into the darkness. 'How dare he question your judgment on the Malchior subject, he knows nothing of it! You are your own woman…a woman who is done with the company of men…with the exception of your little green friend…Robin must die! You hear me? ROBIN MUST D—' I stifle the emotion before I can even slightly consider it. I try to pay attention to Robin, who has been speaking for some time. I try to catch Robin's words and figure out what he's saying.

"—of course, I know you've got a handle on things. But ever since Malchior, I feel like you've been keeping yourself distant from the rest of us…well…no…it didn't start that long ago. After we beat The Brain…you started really withdrawing, cutting your time with us…I mean, you've always been a little distant…but this is just ridiculous. I love you like a sister, but I need to know if something's wrong, okay? I want to help you Raven, I need to help you. I feel like it's my responsibility to help everyone in this tower—" true, I had been a bit distant lately. But it wasn't because of some emotional crisis. It's because of Beast Boy. When he started making me feel…making me belong…

'Oh, Ravy, you can't spend all your life denying it. You LOVE Beast Boy…he's yours, all yours. You could ask him to take off his clothes and come marching arm and arm with you into the living room. It's YOU who's keeping this a secret. Just tell Robin, it'll be the best possible thing—' ah, that would be Love, Hate's opposite. The emotional barrier is always weak after sex with Beast Boy. That barrage of strange and complex emotion always smashes the wall to pieces. It still stands strong if I focus, but right now I'm understandably distracted.

'Love's right Rae-Rae, the pain that you feel can only be healed by—'

'Love, love is the answer to all your problems. As long as you continue to stay numb and in control of us all, then you'll never truly live. Love is the answer—'

'I was GOING to say happiness,' the pink version of me says this loudly, all though she is unable to express anything but happiness, she can still say when something displeases her, of course it always comes out in a ridiculously cheery tone, making it hard to take her seriously. 'But anyway, she's partly right. The pain that you feel can only be healed by—'

'Living,' Instinct says, 'these wounds that you feel are lethal. They only exist because—'

"Raven? Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Robin's voice breaks in. At the sound of his urgent tone, I stuff the emotions beneath the numbness; they lose power and fade, becoming absolutely nothing. I turn back to him, trying my best at a smile.

"I'm listening, Robin. I know that you're concerned, but there's really no need. I'm just fine." I close the door in his face. I can almost imagine his quiet moment of indecision, wondering if he should try to knock again, but then I hear him walk away, and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Beast Boy is there, totally naked, embracing my middle. His soft breath whirls through my ear, leaving a trail of dizziness.

"That was a great excuse Raven…way better then mine. I told em' that I was moving furniture when he almost caught us that one time…in my room…with the hand-cuffs—"

"Beast Boy!" I say, swatting his arm. I can almost feel him grinning behind me. His naked skin is slightly furry, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to feel warm. I turn in his arms, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He closes his eyes, and his body twists and bends towards me. Then, over his shoulder, I see a condom rapper, lying on the floor in front of my bed. And then, I see the actual condom, left behind when Beast Boy became a fly on the ceiling. If Robin had looked in and seen—

Oh my god.

"That was too close!" I say, my eyes widening.

He turns and sees what I see. "Yeeeeeeaaaah…that probably wouldn't have gone over well with Rob, he's a bit uptight, isn't he? Why can't we just tell the others? Please, Rae? C'mon…"

"No."

"C'mon, Rae, I promise that I'll make them shut up if they start to say any—"

"I said no!" three of my books fly off the shelf. Then it all changes, Beast Boy changes from light and happy to sad and defeated, he looks at me with hurt eyes, saying nothing. Beast Boy looks down at his lower body, which is pushed up against mine. Then he turns, grabbing his clothes from behind the book shelf. "I'm so sorry…" I say, my monotone sounding cold and dead, even to my own ears. He doesn't stop, or even hesitate. He pulls on a pair of boxers and starts on his tight spandex. "Beast Boy…" he still doesn't respond. "Beast Boy…wait!" and there's emotion in my voice, it is pleading, almost begging. And the air seems to ripple all around my body, books begin to drop from the shelves, my alarm clock is pushed slightly towards the edge, ready to fall at any minute. This always happens when I feel desperation, sadness too, sometimes. The air bends and contorts, my magic causing small bursts of motion, and these motions knock things over. It's not that bad of a reaction compared to Rage or sudden happiness.

Beast Boy stops, looking at me with wet eyes. I run over to him, enclosing him in my arms. The emotions shoot through me, blinding me with their confusion and brilliance; and then my windows shatter, the shards of glass bouncing into the air. "We'll tell them eventually," I whisper into his ear, which makes him perk up almost immediately. He smiles at me, a huge grin stretching across his face.

"Oh, no, I put my clothes back on!"

"Don't get used to them," I say, smiling.

"Yes ma'am!"

A/N Hey, this is The Incarnate. This will probably be a longer fic. Review if you want! I personally think that I did okay with this. Well, at least, better then my previous efforts.

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