Author's Note: NSFW content ahead, so be warned.
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BBRae Week 2018 - Day 2: Pet Names
"I am having the concern, dearest!" Starfire spoke quietly to her boyfriend. "Are you not worried that the situation may be getting out of the hand?"
"I don't think so, Star. The team is working well and there are no issues with our capability or preparedness," Robin frowned. "I'm sure it's just a temporary –"
"– turn that volume down, you brainless zombie!" he was interrupted by Raven's vicious snarl directed at a certain green-skinned youth.
"If it bothers you, go back to your creepy room!" Beast Boy retorted heatedly. "I like it this way, and you'll just have to suck it up!"
The Boy Wonder's hand rubbed his forehead in vexation. "Then again…"
"I'm warning you, Beast Boy, if I get my hands on you –"
"Oh, I'm trembling with fear! What's your problem with me? Why am I sticking in your throat suddenly? Did you sit your butt on a thorn?"
"By Azar, you drive me insane!" Raven shouted and sprang from the couch, striding angrily for the door. "I can't stand your presence any longer!"
Garfield threw the game controller on the coffee table, also rising from the couch and walking to the opposite door in a huff. "Good! At least we agree on something!" he yelled.
"Idiot!" Raven growled and disappeared through her door. Gar paused for a second, rubbing the back of his head, his expression changing to one of surprise and uncertainty. Then his scowl returned and he left, stomping furiously away. The sound of his receding footsteps could be heard even after the door closed behind him.
Cyborg's sigh broke the sudden stillness in the Ops room. "This ain't good, man. They've been at each other's throats for weeks! Y'all need to talk to them!"
"They still work well together. I don't see this as anything more than a temporary issue!" Robin tried to defend himself. Starfire shook her head and took his hand into hers.
"I know it is the problem of the difficulty for you to talk to friends Raven and Beast Boy," she told him earnestly. "But this has the potential to evolve into the trouble with much of the complexity. Besides…"
Robin sighed. His girlfriend was right. He was trying to avoid the unpleasantness, but his duty was clear. "Yeah, I suppose I'll have to talk to them," he squeezed Starfire's hand affectionately. "What's that 'besides' about?"
Starfire looked down. "It is giving me much of the pain to see our friends like this," she spoke softly. "They should love each other, not fight!"
"Love?" Cyborg snorted. "Those two are like oil and water, they simply don't mix!"
Robin grunted and nodded his pessimistic agreement. "Cy's right. What you're saying is just wishful thinking. But we should at least try to convince them –"
The Tamaranean's small eyebrows came together. "Do you consider my thoughts to be wishful?" She tossed her fiery mane aside with a fierce jerk of her head. "Humph! I see that human males have even less sight in their eyes than sense in their heads!" She whirled around and headed out. Robin and Cyborg exchanged suffering looks and rolled their eyes at each other.
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The T-car rocked and swayed, its suspension creaking as it was tested to the limits of its endurance. The sight itself would throw Cyborg into a fit of panic, to say nothing of the muffled sounds of moaning and growling and the muted cries of passion and ecstasy that came from its interior.
On the back seat of his beloved baby, 'oil' was fervently riding 'water', her head thrown back, bangs of wet hair plastered over a sweaty forehead, mouth open in sheer bliss and a long wail of rapturous fulfilment flowing out of it.
She finally collapsed on top of Beast Boy, their chests heaving after much-needed air. It was stuffy and viciated, most of the oxygen used up by their recent strenuous activities. Gar powered a window down with a shaky hand and sucked in a long, needful breath. The air of the garage smelled of machine oil and gas and metal, but still felt wonderful and invigorating compared to the choking atmosphere inside the T-car.
The fresh – well, fresher – air soon slowed down their gasping and panting to deep breathing. Raven laced her fingers through Gar's hair and gave him a short but fiery kiss. "Mmmmm!" she purred in satisfaction, not wishing to climb off him. It just felt too good. She drank in his afterglow eagerly through her empathy, letting it mingle so beautifully and naturally with her own while she drowned in the combined warmth of the euphoric tide.
Soon the pounding of her heart quieted and her legs stopped trembling. Her purr turned into a soft growl and her hips moved again, seeking more of the wonderful sensations he was always ready and willing to gift her.
"Another one?" he smirked, earning a frown from her. "Shut up!" she grumbled and rolled her hips, feeling his body respond immediately and predictably. It was her turn to smirk; as much as he could turn her into quivering jelly with his kisses and caresses, she held the same power over him. His hands danced over her body and she gasped quietly, closing her eyes.
"Cy may show up…" he growled, trying and failing in his attempt to resist the lure of that perfect, pale body arching and twisting in pleasure on top of him.
"I don't care," she whined as she sank onto him just the right way. Her breathing quickened again. "Azar, I need you…"
"Wait…" he groaned. She snarled, her eyes tinting red. "What?"
Gar gulped. It was not a good idea to interrupt Raven in these situations, but he had to. He shivered, realizing he'd have to pay the price later. Not that he would really mind; he already knew what that price would be, and he licked his lips at the prospect.
"We have to find another way, Rae. I can tell the others are getting concerned."
She stopped her sensual rocking and caressed his cheek. "I know, Gar. I can feel it myself."
"So what can we do?" he grumbled. "We can't stretch this whole charade that much longer."
"We'll think of something," she sighed and renewed her sinuous motions, keeping them slow and shallow, just enough to maintain the level of pleasure. "You know what will happen… mmmh... if we tell them."
"Yeah, I know," he muttered, then closed his eyes in delight at the feeling and allowed his hips to heave back, adjusting to her rhythm with unhurried, short thrusts. Another long purr floated through Raven's lips.
"Still…" he interrupted yet again, making her pause and huff in exasperation before she cupped his face and kissed him passionately. She ended the kiss with a needy nibble on his lower lip, then spoke sternly. "Gar, you're a collection of all the animals that ever walked the Earth, all rolled into one. You're in heat twenty-four-seven, and I…"
"And you're a demon," he chuckled, opening his eyes to take in her beauty.
"Half-demon," she grumbled, then leaned to nip his ear. "But that half is enough to elevate my sex drive way above normal human standards."
"Lucky me," he grinned. She frowned at him, even as she admitted silently he was right. It was almost uncanny how well they combined together and how much they complemented each other, both physically and emotionally. She wiggled her hips to wrench a lusty rumble out of him, then began her slow swaying again.
His mouth opened yet once more and she choked down an angry growl, then dove preemptively to fuse their lips together while speeding up her movements. Once she felt she had the full attention of his tongue and that it was too busy to speak, she pulled back.
"We both need this, Gar," she panted, then slowed her rocking a little so she could catch her breath. "Having you sneak at night into my room is great, but it's simply not enough. We both need more than that."
"Rrrrrr," he rumbled his happy agreement. "Much more."
"Good," she rolled her hips saucily one more time as a reward, then directed a fake scowl down at him and tried to sound irritated, even when she knew he could see right through it. "Are you quite finished? Or else Cy will show up eventually."
"Just one more thing," he said while a grin spread over his face. This time the annoyance in her explosive "Now what?" wasn't faked.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled into a sitting position, then lifted both of them slightly so he could twist and lower her on the seat of the T-car flat on her back. Knowing how far he could push his teasing, he made sure to remain inside her during the entire procedure. It required a considerable amount of skill and strength – try it sometimes if you don't believe me – but lots of practice and a comprehensive training regime helped. Once both were nestled comfortably and her ankles were locked demandingly around his waist, he gave her a hungry, apologetic kiss before resuming his lazy, shallow, taunting rhythm. "You said something that confused me."
"That's not much of an achievement," she glared at him, but he just smiled away her barb and nipped her collarbone.
"I know that 'brainless zombie' means 'meet me in the infirmary', and that 'illiterate moron' means 'I'm waiting in the library', and that 'you drive me insane' means 'let's do it in the T-car'…"
"You learned that quickly enough!" she couldn't resist the opportunity for another jab. He grinned, then his face went serious with a touch of uncertainty. "What the hell does 'idiot' mean? I can't remember!"
A mischievous smile curled Raven's lips. "That's just a pet name," she giggled and pulled him into a final 'shut up already' kiss.
