Story: Disintegration
Author: Ani
Chapter: 2; A Burgeoning Obsession
Genres: AU/Romance/Horror/Other...
Rating: M, for disturbing sequences, language, violence and sexual content. This story is not for the lighthearted - I'm freaking myself out by writing it.
Characters: The Teen Titans and a few scattered others
Summary: He could never explain it in a way she could understand, but none of that really mattered when his lips caressed her own because then she didn't need to think, only feel as the fire coursed through her veins.
It was a disturbing sight to behold, and the young cadet had to struggle to keep the contents of his lunch inside his stomach. He stood shivering, taking it all in, while the senior officer searched for clues. He had been to crime scenes before, other murders in fact; some of the pictures they had shown him during his police training had been far gorier, far bloodier and yet it was this scene in front of him that he knew would later haunt his dreams in the years to come.
The cause of death was easy to pin point, the knife was right beside the bed, and the victim was wearing only undergarments, the slashed skin visible even without the overhead lighting. What was disturbing was the normality of the entire picture. If someone were to enter from the back they would come in to see a quiet, pristine room in cooling shades of blue and white; little feminine touches drawn up in pink bows lay garnishing the curtains and the pillows atop to the bed, a quiet calming, and disturbing scene. A book was lying half open beside the victim; one would think she had simply fallen asleep reading, nothing looked out of place, and it was a cute, idealistic young woman's room. No sign of a struggle, no sign of anything amiss and yet on the other side of the bed, the victim's eyes were wide open and expressionless, the left eye bloodshot and skin around it in tatters, two bloody slits were etched in red along her abdomen, and a long thin crimson line snaked around her throat.
The cadet frowned, there was no blood stains anywhere save the thin lines that slashed scarlet against her skin, the sheets beneath her were crisp and completely clean, the knife too held no trace of blood, save for a small purposeful looking blotch at the tip. The entire scene was too quiet, too neat, too near normal for it to be the place of a brutal homicide. Though an autopsy was needed to prove the exact time of death, the young man had a sinking feeling that the murder wasn't exactly recent – not so old that decomposition would set in- but long enough that days had passed with this victim, lying in a forced serene, one eye bloodshot and lines of crimson disrupting the pale cover of her skin.
He shivered.
CHAPTER TWO ; A BURGEONING OBSESSION
At first it had been …heavenly. His lips had brushed hers so softly it was almost a whisper of a kiss, she had responded somewhat cautiously, insecure about her inexperience, and nervous of the repercussions – inwardly however, a giddy excitement rushed forth and it took everything in her power not to scream for joy. After that was when the real fun began, he was gentle, almost graceful in the way he touched her, shy, reserved and yet somehow managing to shower her with affection, making her feel like she was the only girl in the world.
Oblivious might have been one way to describe it, love blinds it is said.
" Robin…"
Her words were a slow whisper, and she felt breathless though she had not been running. He was hunched over his desk, a position she had found him in so many a time.
But ever so much has changed.
He didn't so much bat an eyelash at her entrance, nor did he make any move to acknowledge her presence. But in the silence she heard his breath hitch slightly as she moved towards him. The beginnings of a satisfied smile worked its way onto her face; it felt reassuring to know that she could affect the enigmatic boy, if only just a little.
His room was dark, but not overbearingly so, all that filled the room was the remnants of this afternoon's sunshine and the quite scratch of his pen as he filled out some report or another. Like many times before she stood somewhat awkwardly the room, waiting for him to break the silence. He obviously didn't want to talk right now so she contented herself with immersing herself in the details of his room, drinking in each object so meticulously placed. It was a stark room upon first impression; Raven had offhandedly compared to it a hospital "sterile" were her exact words. She of course had defended the barren appearance, 'he's got far too much on his hands to care about such trivial things as the colour of his walls or his bedding', her rebuttal had been something along the lines of that, but she preferred the blankness of his room for other reasons; it was a mystery, just like him and each time she drank in the walls of his room she paused to find some sort of crack or blemish on it's blank surface, his blank surface.
"Thwack"
She narrowed her eyes and deflected his attack with one arm, simultaneously pelting at star bolt at him with her other arm. He blocked it shakily but it singed the side of his head. The smell of burning flesh filled her lungs and sympathy flooded her as an apology began to form on the tip of her tongue.
With one kick he her on the ground, and she gritted her teeth angrily. Once again he had one upped her. He offered his hand, a rare chivalrous gesture and she jumped at it eagerly, her anger forgotten.
He raised an eyebrow patronizingly.
"You do realize you can't just stop fighting once you hurt the bad guy."
"But Robin, you're not…"
"I know but the whole point of practice is to prepare us for those situations. If that had been Slade you were fighting, would you have stopped?"
"No"
A smirk worked its way onto his face, while she felt her own expression drooping pettily.
"So then why did you stop back there?"
She sighed, somewhat defeated.
"Sorry, it won't happen again"
His arms wrapped around her in a tight hug, elated, she suddenly became aware of just how much he had grown over the past few months.
"It's okay Star"
His words were slightly muffled as he spoke into her red tresses, it was purposeful of course, the other Titans always gathered to watch him practice.
"I know you can't help it, being the caring girl that I know you are and adore you for being. You've just got be a little more aggressive at times".
Words used up he gave her one last squeeze and kiss to the top of her head before letting go and stepping away, no doubt to call one of the others into practice.
She studied him clinically as he and Beast boy sparred, he was so agile, so concise, moving with a grace and precision she could only dream of possessing. He had no powers, technically he was weaker, slower, but somehow he out ran, out hit, and out lasted the others. A restless feeling grew in her bones; she wanted to run somewhere, fast, really fast, just too prove that she could out run him. Her eyes followed him again, as he dodged the charging bull, lazily flipping backwards and tripping the raging bull to the mat, where it promptly morphed into a grinning Beast boy.
"Nice one Robin" Beast boy was still smiling, and reached up for a high five, Robin met his hand, a self assured smirk on his face. A small smile worked its way onto her face, as much as it tickled her jealously, she liked seeing smile, and she loved seeing him win.
Her gaze followed him as he walked away, her smile growing slightly as he touched burnt area on his head and winced. Maybe he hadn't won completely.
She remembered that one night as he entered her room, and because of it her kisses had been fiercer, her nails had dug deeper. He had smiled and gestured towards the bed, a spark of excitement in his eye and a gentle caress from his hand to her back. She hadn't answered instead she had bit his lip in a hard controlling manner. She smiled loving the way he tensed under her touch, for once she had control, and she relished it as she rode him, hard, fast and almost painfully, fucking furiously on the floor.
Aggressive, indeed.
She glanced at her watch, it was getting late now. Robin had switched on a small lamp atop his desk, still scribbling furiously, still ignoring her presence completely. She sighed, somewhat exasperated.
"Robin"
"Not now"
The words were cold, harsh, impersonal and exactly what she had been expecting. There had been many a time she had cried herself to sleep over his dismissal, now she learned not to take it personally – at least not visibly,- a sense of triumph rose up in her at that. Somewhere deep inside her another tear fell.
She left the room without another word.
A shuddering sigh escaped her as his arms slithered around her waist, and his lips began to wander over her neck none to gentle, biting, licking, and sucking. She was completely immobilized, pressed tightly against him, part of her tense and hyperaware the other part so completely at home in his embrace; it was electric, seductive and wrong, but she never wanted to let go. His lips traveled up her neck setting her skin afire with sparks, and his teeth lightly grazed her earlobe before he spoke, his warm breath radiating out against her skin.
"I want to show
you something"...
This chapter was a pain to write - my space bar isn't working I have to literaly like, pound it if I want to seperate my words. gah!!!
Anyways please review , just a couple words a small line, .
Kisses
-Ani
