Beast Boy pulled his sleek black Mustang into the next available spot. Once his car was off, he could feel the pumping of the underground club up through his feet. 'This is such a bad idea' he thought to himself slipping his fingers through hair. The normal carefree changeling was tense, his body pulled tight and thrumming like a livewire. 'But I need some relief.' His hands balled on his thighs, digging his claw tipped fingers into his palms attempting to dull the instincts running through his body. The need. The need to find Raven, pin her to the nearest surface, and lose himself in her was undeniable.
Beast Boy groaned again, burying his face in his hands. It had been two weeks and he couldn't stop thinking about his half demon roommate. But dear GOD she was branded in his mind. The way she writhed in his palms, that luscious ass… He slammed his palms down on the steering wheel cursing before getting out of his car. He looked down at his simple dark jeans and tight fitting white shirt before making his way to the entrance.
Really, Beast Boy was losing his mind. He couldn't sleep, could barely eat as the lust and instinct raced through him constantly. If not for the fights and workouts he would have already jumped her.
"But she won't even talk to me," he mumbled to himself, ignoring the ache in his chest at the thought. He considered she regretted their little… escapade in the shower that night. That would explain her general avoidance of him. Oh sure, she would talk to him, ask him for a hand in the fighting, to pass the salt. But the looks she sent him… He groaned under his breath stuffing his hands in his pockets. They were full of fire as the night he stumbled in on her masturbating in the shower.
The image was thoroughly ingrained in his mind for the rest of his life. His hands holding her up against the wall, her beautiful toned thighs pressing to his ears doing nothing to muffle the moans and pleas from her lips. He had looked up at her when she came, reaching one hand to hold her screams against his hand. Her breasts had trembled, water droplets dripping off the metal bars on her nipples. Her toned stomach clenching as her walls had tightened around his fingers so damn tight. And her clit ring! He nearly came the moment he saw it, and it still had the same effect on him weeks later just thinking about it. Not to mention her scent, which was as strong as her taste, and as delicious.
"Get a hold of yourself, Garfield!" He growled out, a purely animalistic sound. He sighed, trying to get himself under control. He had found the older he got, the stronger his instincts had gotten. There were times he felt more animal than human and his time with Raven had definitely opened up his mating instincts. Not that they were dormant before. He had begun dating as soon as Robin allowed for it, a different girl every weekend if he wanted. And yeah, he'd had sex before but even then his instincts had not screamed at him like they did with Raven.
To be fair he had always fancied Raven, the girl was beautiful and beyond smart. When he discovered the Beast, she had understood that. Yes, Starfire may not be human, but she also didn't have a darker thing inside her. Raven DID.
"Sir?" Beast Boy's head snapped up, realizing he was so lost in his thoughts he had arrived at the door. Grumbling to himself, he handed over the entrance fee before descending the stairs. The whole point of him getting out was to not think about Raven, to maybe find a nice girl to release his tension on for at least the night. 'Alright, Garfield. Time to turn on the charm.' He turned his lips up in a confident smirk, one fang gleaming dangerously as he stepped into the club. The bodies thrumming and pulsing on the dance floor smelt obviously of sweat, alcohol, and sex.
He scanned the bar, the single ladies sitting with drinks. Spotting a particular beauty, one with long flowing dark hair and red silk draped about her hips, he began circling the dance floor. 'Okay, Garfield. Remember smirk, make her laugh, try to keep the canines to a medium.' Humans were more skittish about that the older he had gotten, his fang going from adorable to something distinctly dangerous. Not that anyone said so, but Beast Boy could read body language. The only one that seemed to take an appreciation to them was the dark sorceress herself. What with her own pair of deliciously, delicately pointed canines that he wanted to feel teased across his lip… his neck… perhaps the girth of his… 'No! Bad Beast Boy. No more talk or thinking of her or that night. No more talk about…'
"R-Raven…!?" He squeaked lightly under his breath, the mane of purple hair catching his attention. He stepped back into the shadows against the wall, ignoring the couple he interrupted in their tryst against the wall. 'Yep, definitely her.' His eyes darkened as he took in her appearance. She was clad in what she probably considered a simple, conservative outfit. But those jeans hugging her generous pert ass had Beast Boy ready to go to his knees to worship her as his goddess. And oh how he wanted to unzip that jacket to what he was sure was a tank top underneath. Raven always wore tank tops under her jackets because she had a slightly lower higher temperature than normal humans and preferred to keep cool.
Beast Boy watched her face as she danced, the way she seemed to relax. His eyes darted back to the dark beauty at the bar, who was in turn watching him with lustful eyes. He was split, not knowing where to lead his attention to. His instincts wanted him all over the demoness in front of him, to match his hips with hers, marking her neck as his own. His brain was telling him he would be safer, and probably smarter, to go with the brunette at the bar. He was sure he would ease some tension, and have a little fun.
He went to take a step to the bar giving Raven once last glance before his path changed, leading him toward the girl on the edge of the dancefloor. A man was heading towards her, his eyes straying far from her face and Beast Boy didn't like the look on his face at all. As he stepped behind Raven, pressing completely against her with his hands on her hips, he gave the man an obvious predatory look. The human, either too drunk or too stupid to realize what he was coaxing, simply arched his eyebrow with a smirk as if saying 'Oh really now?' Beast Boy laughed darkly as he swept the hair from Raven's tense, shocked neck to run his tongue across her skin under her ear. He made sure to keep the man's eyes as he did so, also flashing the sharp points of his teeth while whispering in her ear. The man quickly diverted his attention with slumped shoulders. Letting a smirk grace his face, he allowed Raven to turn. Her violet orbs were wide, and pupils lightly dilated.
"Beast Boy…" She whispered, meeting his eyes boldly. He softened his smirk into a smile relaxed to let her see the one fang poking out.
"Hey Rae." His voice was soft, but he knew she could hear just as well as him. "What are you doing here?" He asked curiously taking her arm to lead her off the dance floor to a corner booth and further from the loud speakers. She went pliantly, probably still in shock at him popping up. They settled beside each other, her on the inside seat. Of course, Beast Boy had done it intentionally, the instinct demanding he hide his unmarked mate away from other threats.
"I suppose I was wanting to get out. Get my mind off things." She murmured turning so her back was against the wall and she could face him fully. Her eyes were reflecting the strobe lights, distracting Beast Boy for a moment before her words registered.
"Is everything alright," he asked concerned but also worried. He had known this talk was coming. Two friends couldn't touch each other so intimately and NOT talk about it. He didn't want to lose his best friend! He could feel his heart picking up in a panic when she spoke again.
"It's the anniversary of Melchior…" She sighed softly, twisting the end of her hair while averting her eyes from Beast Boy's but not fast enough to hide the blush of embarrassment on her cheeks. At first, Beast Boy was relieved. It wasn't him that caused the look of… dismay in her eyes. Then he furrowed his eyebrows, berating himself. 'That was today? Fuck!' For the past few years it was always his goal to be there for her on this day. Though no one ever knew the full story of just how close Raven was with the dragon, it had been obvious to everyone Raven was in love with him.
"Oh, Rae…" His heart ached for her and without a thought he pulled her into his chest. She was tense at first, before relaxing and wrapping her arms around his waist holding tight. He lightly nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head before tucking her head beneath his chin. He felt her shudder slightly, and cursed himself even more. He hadn't seen her all day, that should have been his first clue. Even after their shower escapade, she was there every morning at breakfast smiling and relaxing with their friends and sipping her tea. 'I can't believe I got so caught up in what happened that I completely neglected her!' Deciding he should apologize he moved his head lower, grazing his nose against the top of her ear.
"I'm so sorry, Raven. I should have remembered… I guess I was so caught up in…what happened, I just… I'm sorry." He mumbled through his words, not quite sure what would be the correct thing to say. He didn't want her to pull away, it was so rare to hold her in his arms this way. Even his instincts were quiet, at least the mating ones were. There was still the anger to go dragon hunting, but it was overrun by the need to comfort his mate. As that word entered his mind again, he knew it was true. His instincts, his beast, his soul for all intents and purposes, had chosen this girl in his arms as his. His heart let him know then that he should have already known that.
Raven raised her head then, running her fingertips to catch the stray tears with a tentative smile.
"Beast Boy… you're not my keeper. I don't expect you to remember or always be there." She spoke softly still content to lean against his shoulder. He twisted then, wrapping a single arm around her back. "Besides, I have been just as bad at… avoiding you. Or at least avoiding a genuine conversation with you." Her cheeks were flushed again, as she looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her bracelet, a gift from Cyborg last Christmas. Beast Boy felt his heart stop before leaping into a full sprint. He took a deep breath, coming to terms with the fact that they were going to talk about this.
"Do you… want to have that talk here or somewhere more private?" She looked up at him, nibbling her bottom lip, thoroughly distracting Beast Boy.
"Perhaps… back at the tower. The others should be in bed by now, and we could talk over a cup of tea?" She offered, eyes zeroed in on his lips as he smiled.
"Neutral Territory." He smirked, unable to resist the temptation. He heard her heart pick up as she ran the rip of a pink tongue over a very red bottom lip. Before he lost control to the urge to kiss her, he grabbed her hand pulling her from the booth and towards the door.
"Need a ride?" He looked down at her at his side as they made their way through the parking lot, her hand still hot against his own.
"That would be nice," she smiled looking up at him. He grinned boyishly, exaggerating as he opened the door for her.
"Your carriage awaits, my lady." She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless, making Beast Boy's smirk widen.
"Thank you, kind sir." He chuckled before folding his long legs into the driver seat. He pulled out of the lot, glancing at the clock to see it was just after midnight. The roads were thankfully empty for a Friday night, letting him coast around the curves and over the highways at a happy, too fast speed. Raven was quiet, making Beast Boy glance over. She was relaxed into the seat, watching the world outside pass with a content smile. However, he could tell she was nervous, could smell it rolling off of her with an undercurrent of arousal. Her legs were crossed, and Beast Boy guessed she was trying to hide her scent from him. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, a low growl escaping from his chest. He had hoped it was too low for her to hear, but of course she did. He felt her eyes whip around to him, and could see a small smirk on her lips. She uncrossed her legs then, before crossing them again and shifting so she was slightly angled to him. The musky scent was more pronounced as it hit Beast Boy face on.
"Are you alright, Garfield?" Her voice caressed his ears, before shooting directly to his already hardening groin. He growled again, his dilated eyes shooting to meet her smirking ones.
"Raven…" It was a warning, and he saw the shiver play across her body along with another spike of arousal. 'Just hold out Garfield. Just 10 more minutes in the car.' He prayed he could make it without pulling over, dragging her into his lap… 'Bad boy.'
His thoughts were cut off as he suddenly heard the zipper, loud and clear over the rock music in the background. His eyes darted again, even though he knew he shouldn't. She had leisurely removed her jacket, revealing a red ('seriously, fucking red?!') tank top hugging her generous, beautiful breasts. It took him a moment to realize what was different but once he did he almost jerked them into a ditch.
Miss conservative Raven, was going braless, leaving Beast Boy clear to see her hardened nipples, and those metal bars. She smirked, arching her back in a fake stretch.
"Raven, if you don't want me to take you in this damn car, you should to stop." He stared at the road as he talked, not wanting to see the surprise or the lack of disappointment. He doubted the demoness wanted him as much as he wanted her. He heard her shift, and imagined the red of embarrassment on her cheeks. To his surprise, he felt her sigh on his ear, causing his whole body to tighten immediately.
"What if I don't want to stop?" Her nail traced across his bicep with a purr as she nibbled on his ear lobe. Cursing under his breath he swerved into the nearest side road, vaguely asking God for there not to be any cameras. Going just far enough to be hidden in some trees, he growled, throwing the car into park before grabbing her by the back of her neck, dragging her lips to his. It jolted him when he realized it was their first kiss, and he immediately slowed it down. It was no less passionate, no less desperate, but it was like liquid fire slipping on current through their veins. Her tiny tongue sliding along his, licking the roof of his mouth, wringing a moan from his mouth. Beast Boy knew he was going to get addicted to the taste of her, and the way she moved her lips with his own. Her hands were gripping his shirt, trying to pull him closer making him curse when he fumbled with her seat belt, unable to get it undone.
"Fuck," he mumbled pulling back and swinging the door open before slamming it shot. As fast as he could he had Raven's door open, snapped the seat belt in half, and had her sitting on top of the car.
"Gar, what are you," he cut her off with a chaste kiss before kissing down her neck, latching onto the point behind her ear. Her own fingers were tearing at his shirt, her nails scratching down his arms.
"In a minute I'll let you touch me," he whispered in her ear as he jerked down the straps of her tank top, pulling them below the swell of her breasts. "But right now, I am going to taste what I've been dreaming about every night." He smirked at her moan as he rolled her nipples around in his mouth, his own body shivering in response to his teeth clanking against the metal. "Lay back for me, baby." He murmured kissing down her toned stomach, reveling in the muscles flexing as she did. He stared up at her, meeting her eyes as he unbuttoned her jeans with his teeth. Her eyes were burning down at him, her mouth delectably bruised and swollen from their kisses. He wanted to bathe in her scent as he pulled her pants down, ready to nuzzle her through her panties. To his surprise however, she wasn't wearing any. Instead he was greeted to the sight of her wet folds, and the glinting of metal in the moonlight. He was speechless for a minute, obviously making her nervous as she began to close her legs. Beast Boy's hands immediately covered her thighs, growling at her for trying to hide such a magical sight.
"What were you planning for Raven," he smirked, hiding the pang that she may have been out for just this, but not with him. Granted he had been after the same thing. Just the thought of her with someone else had him growling possessively, his fingers digging in her thighs as he dragged her to his mouth. He immediately began to lick and breathe in her scent.
"I…never…hmmm..wear.. underwear!" She gasped through her moans, gasping the last word when he slipped his finger in her sex.
He leaned up to look down at her, his eyes trailing from her quivering breasts to his now two fingers slipping in and out of her. He watched half-lidded, amazed by the…goddess in front of him. 'How is she fucking real?' He wondered only to be jolted by the soft, breathy chuckle that left her red lips. His own cheeks darkened as he realized he said that out loud, but he just chuckled before leaning grabbing her hand leading it to her breasts.
"Touch yourself, goddess," he commands, moaning himself as she immediately touches herself. He begins licked and nipping her clit, knowing then and there he was developing a fetish for the piercing he was tonguing. He could feel her muscles trembling around his fingers and knew she was about to let go. "Pinch your nipples, Raven!" He gasped, speeding up his fingers while meeting her eyes with his own. As soon as she twisted her reddened nipples, he slammed his fingers inside her accompanied by a grazing of fang along her clit. Her back arched as she moaned, a deep and musical sound all her own. He growled with her, determined to catch every bit of her essence on his tongue.
He continued lapping at her until she pushed his head away, her thighs trembling as she panted. Beast Boy leaned back, growling as he palmed his painfully, throbbing erection through his jeans. By then Raven had sat up, and she was watching him intently before sliding easily off the car and straight to her knees. Beast Boy gulped lightly.
"You don't have to Rae," he whispered even as his fingers threaded through her soft hair. She smirked up at him, before nuzzling his erection through his pants.
"Garfield, I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her moans and arousal. Unable to voice his thoughts then, not that they were exactly straight, he simply nodded. She made quick work of his pants, and Beast Boy watched as she took him in her soft palm. She met his eyes as she dabbed her tongue against the head, making him hiss. Her heat was a flame, and he just knew he was about to be consumed whole.
Cliffhanger time. Final Chapter up in a few days.