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P.S. Bart W. Lewis, I'm sorry for the confusion. I hate when I make something unclear in my writings! For clarification, when Beast Boy asked Raven to be there when he changed, he meant when he changed into animals! (Recall, he hadn't shape shifted in over a week. :3) Sorry about that!

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When he flew the skies, swam the seas, and raced the earth, she watched him. He could feel her fiery eyes bore through his skin. He could smell the air change from her scent to grass; from air to water. He could see infinite terrain in each direction, and he was free again. He continued changing into a number of creatures for many hours. Raven had lost count when he had reached around his seventieth transformation.

Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg had been gone for a while to stop Mumbo from robbing the Jump City Bank. Garfield wanted to tag along, but Robin insisted he have another day off to ensure that he would be ready when bigger trouble came round. Raven stayed of course, to watch over the changeling as he stretched his limbs.

When Garfield was finished, he reverted to his human form and took a seat beside the half-demon on the roof of Titan's tower. He was surely exhausted, she presumed, so she offered to make tea while he cleaned up. (He was quite musky from all of the exertion.)

"That sounds great, Rae. I'll meet you downstairs." Raven nodded, stood, and turned before Beast Boy added, "And thank you for being here with me."

"You're welcome." She said, and with a silent swish of her cape, she left for the kitchen.

Garfield waited for Raven's footsteps to be out of hearing range. Once they were, he exhaled and lied on his back. Thinking lightly to himself, he randomly pondered how his human form was susceptible in so many ways. The Beast was more fluent in his brain than it had been in years. To add weight atop that, he constantly craved to be with Raven, and his mental strength grew weaker by the hour.

Garfield was quite shameful of how often he had stripped the girl of her clothes with his eyes. In his thoughts, he had seen her, and God, how he had touched her. It made him grow mad every time he resisted running his hands over her skin.

And the dreams of her had not ceased. He wanted no other woman but her. Never had he yearned so greatly for anyone—even when he had fallen for Terra, he realized his feelings then were no match for what they are now. It was truly a beastly hunger within. Much like adding lighter fluid to a fire, his love for Raven had only grown. He had a certain addiction—abusing his acute senses to satisfy his cravings for her.

In the nights he had begun to walk down the hall outside of her room so that he could pander in her scent, (which seeped from the crack beneath her bedroom door) and appreciate the light sound of her steady breaths. While Garfield knew that doing this was risky, he feared in all honesty how much longer he could fight his animalistic senses to simply mount the girl. And so, he had given in to his pathetic aspirations. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger as he thought about such things.

But then again…

Was it really his fault that she was so damned sexy? Why did she have to be so desirable?

"Really, Raven?"he said aloud."A leotard?"Her legs were so beautiful, and he wished he could stroke them softly with his hands. Her breasts were the perfect size in his opinion, and he knew that if he could just, bury his face in them…Garfield shook the thoughts. He knew what would happen if he allowed himself to think this way.

Still, you resist her. Spoke the Beast. I know that you are growing weak, however. You will take her very, very soon. I cannot wait to feel her from the inside—

Garfield quickly positioned himself on the balls of his feet and leaped off of the roof, plummeting towards the waters before transforming into a pterodactyl. He rode the wind for a time before becoming a human again. Garfield realized that the Beast could not communicate with him while he was also a creature. Later, when he was sure the Beast had withdrawn into its rusting, weakening mental cell, he would leave for the bathroom and take a cold shower.

Beast Boy caught scent of herbal tea immediately after he opened the door to the common room. He entered the kitchen to witness her waiting at their table, in her usual spot. She looked lovely of course, and to Beast Boy's appreciation, her hood was removed for the time being. Then sun shined through the window onto her skin, making it glow even more than it usually was. Garfield resisted the urge of walking up to her, seizing her face, and planting a hot kiss on her lovely lips. Instead, he took a seat across from the girl.

"Thank you," he murmured, taking a sip and staring out the window.

Raven did not respond. Her brows gathered, and she settled her gaze on the man's face. Beast Boy could tell that her muscles were tensed; it was as though she was having a mental debate with herself. Slowly, she removed her fingers from the handle of her mug and placed them on Beast Boy's. The man stiffened. His senses were off the charts at even such a trivial touch.

"Gar, what is it?" she asked, eyes searching his facade.

Of course she sensed he was distraught. His conflictions had probably rained over her all afternoon. He mentally kicked himself for that.

"It's nothing." He lied, faking a smile to an empath.

"Tell me." Raven waited for his response, but to her surprise, it was as if he hadn't heard the words she uttered. He drank the tea in of silence, purposely not answering the girl before she finally lowered her eyes to the table. She removed her hand and whispered something that took the man aback.

"You think you're alone, Garfield. But you're not."

He looked upon her then. Her violet orbs pierced his mind, and even beyond, and for some reason of which he was unsure, this angered him. He was selfishly annoyed by the fact that no matter how hard he tried to ignore his emotions, Raven would always know when he was distressed. He said, "Leave me alone. You don't know me as well as you think you do, little birdie."

Raven was not reached by such small words. It took much more to weaken her emotional shield. Before she could reply, Garfield stood, and walked towards the door. He waited for it to open. It did not. Angrily, he fisted the control pad, and the doors heaved open. Just as he was about to step through them, they were enveloped in Raven's energy. They shut, though she did not utter her phrase or move her hands. Garfield scowled and turned to glare at the girl that was only trying to help him.

"What do you want with me, Raven?! I have nothing to say. I'm FINE!"

A fraction of the man regretted yelling at her, but he knew that if he were locked in a room alone with her, there's no telling what he might do. He needed to get out of this predicament immediately. He hadn't felt himself lately, and he knew it was the Beast's influence that made his emotions a roller coaster.

Raven stood and walked towards Garfield, not releasing the entrapment upon the door. She stood a few feet away, so as not to test him further. She said words that would be inaudible to any other person, but she knew Beast Boy would hear her.

"It's the Beast, isn't it?"

He exhaled and placed his hands on the sides of his head. He shut his eyes tightly as he fought his senses. They were overwhelmed with her fucking scent, her beautiful curves, and with the Beast's desires mixing with his own. Raven reached and tried gently to pry his hands from his head, but at her touch, Garfield abruptly took her by the hips and slammed her back first into the wall behind him.

She was speechless, and her breathing hitched. What on earth was he doing?

Beast Boy pressed into her body with his own, further trapping her into the wall. The door was quickly released by her spell, and Garfield smiled darkly to himself at how he had such control over her. He indulged once again in the wonders of the girl, still not meeting her lips with his own. His hands touched her in a manner that was in no way platonic; he ran his fingers through her locks, over her ears and neck. He brushed past her chest and across her stomach, and when he reached her thighs, he wedged a finger into the part of her leotard that was between her legs. Her heart accelerated, and she finally found her words, whispering his name.

"Garfield…what…what are you doing…?" she was completely breathless. She could focus on nothing but his body against her own, nor his hands upon her figure. She also could not ignore his hardening member, as it pressed into her thigh. Beast Boy suddenly shook his head wildly before disconnecting from her in disbelief. His eyes were widened, and his breaths were in short pants.

"Raven…I…I didn't mean to!"

The girl was confused—it was like he had just snapped out of some sort of trance.

"Forgive me," he said, gathering himself and hastily leaving the room.

Raven stood there, leaning heavily against the wall. It was as though Garfield had sucked every ounce of willpower from her mind, leaving her vulnerable and breathless. When she composed herself again, she gathered their mugs and dumped the remaining tea into the sink. She needed to meditate. Now.

Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire returned to the tower, each of them performing usual tasks. Cyborg rummaged through the refrigerator for lunch, and Robin and Starfire left for their rooms. They would need alone time for quite a bit, which the other Titans were happy to give them. Cyborg decided on a barbeque sub he had made recently. Astoundingly, he consumed it in a few bites. He wondered what Beast Boy would be doing at this hour, so he downed a cup of milk and left for the changeling's bedroom.

"Hey BB, you wanna play a video game or something?" he asked as he tapped the bedroom door with his knuckles. He waited, but no one responded. Cyborg knew that Beast Boy would never sleep at this hour—the shape shifter hated naps as much as a child would—and so he set off for the training room.

Over and over his gloved fists met the bag, mercilessly. He hadn't been this upset with himself in a very long time, and of course, Raven had been the unfortunate person in the crossfire. He didn't know how, but he would make it up to her, after giving her some time away from him. She was probably scared half to death, with the way he forced himself on her like that. He was just glad it hadn't been worse. Garfield vowed that he would never touch Raven in such an aggressive manner ever again. He knew he would never harm her…right?

The man sighed and stopped his rampage on the punching bag. He stilled it with his hands and took a seat on one of the weight benches. He was going to lift until his arms were sore. First, he drank from his water bottle until satisfied. The changeling had been so distracted by his thoughts that he had not noticed Cyborg, who had witnessed everything.

"Yo, you wanna talk, man?" he asked, startling Beast Boy a bit.

Garfield knew that he could tell Cyborg anything—from girls to the Beast, or what have you—but he decided against it. He didn't want anyone to worry about him.

"I'm fine, just working out a bit."

"I can see it in your eyes that you're lying, BB. Come on, talk to me."

Beast Boy did not answer the metal man. Instead, he lay on his back and began to lift the weights. Cyborg knew he would not stop until he reached an unbelievable amount of reps. Whenever Beast Boy got this way he was practically another person. As his best friend, Cyborg knew when he did not want to be pushed.

"Whenever you need me, Gar. I'll be working on the T-car." And with that, he left.

Beast Boy knew that Cyborg only called him by his first name whenever he was very serious. Ignoring his conflictions, the changeling continued lifting until his arms refused to go on any longer.

On the half-demon's bed lay a mirror—the one that was a portal into Nevermore. She had tried to meditate, but every time she closed her eyes, she only saw Garfield upon her. She ultimately decided to pay her emotions a visit to try and settle things out.

"Where the hell is she?" Raven asked a group of her emotions.

"She…she doesn't feel the need to talk right now, Raven," said Melancholy.

"Yeah, she's not really up for chatting." Bravery chimed in. "She's too sidetracked." Raven turned away from the both of them and spoke again.

"Wisdom, where is she?"

Wisdom sighed before motioning for Raven to follow her. They walked yet another path that led through dead trees and an endless red sky. "Watch your head," Wisdom mentioned, ducking beneath a large branch. Raven did the same, and after a while longer of walking, they reached their destination.

In a deep purple cape stood another of Raven's emotions. She faced away from them, but when she sensed presences she murmured, "Long time, no see, Raven."

"I would have preferred it stayed that way, Lust."

"Why are you here? Is it my fault he wants you so badly?"

"Garfield does not want—"

"There's no way you can keep telling yourself that. Especially not after today. Did you see the way he looked at you when his body was pressed into your own?" Lust paused before adding, "Wisdom, you could have saved her the trip down here by explaining all this earlier."

Raven was taken aback. "Wisdom, what in Azar's name is she talking about?" Wisdom pushed her glasses up with an index finger and spoke, "Garfield is conflicted because he desires you, Raven. He wants you as his mate."

Raven could not abstain from dropping her jaw. There was no possible way they were correct! They had lost their flipping minds! There was no way someone so beautiful…could want her… Raven chose denial.

"You're all insane! Garfield loves Terra!"

Lust and Wisdom looked at each other, then back at Raven. Wisdom said, "Raven, we know that it is hard to fall for another person after what happened with—"

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME."

Raven took several steps back and shook her feelings of distraught. She turned away from Wisdom and Lust, fleeing for the exit of her mind. She flew past many things, including her many other emotions, before reaching the portal that led back to her bedroom. She wasted little time using it, and when she was surrounded by the dim lighting of candles and accompanied by the familiar smell of incense, her muscles relaxed slightly. She grabbed the mirror and shoved it in her desk's drawer.

She needed time to think, she needed to talk to Garfield, and she needed space from everything. She was astounded at how foolish her emotions could be—assuming that Garfield wanted her in that way. Sure, he got a little…tense, in the kitchen. But other than that, he had never shown any signs. Raven found it hard to believe that she had been oblivious to someone's love. After all, she was an empath for goodness sake.

Beast Boy paced his bedroom. He needed to apologize to her. He needed to, but he was worried she wouldn't talk to him. Not after a stunt like that. If he was as flustered as he was in this moment, he was certain she would be twice as upset. He needed to calm down, but he was far too distressed.

You're an animal just like me.

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! I swear to you I will—"

YOU WILL WHAT? I AM YOU! That is what you are forgetting, human! We are one! I came from the darkest parts of you. You can loathe me as much as you want, but you will NEVER suppress your own demon!

Garfield thought back to when Trigon allowed the dark sides of three of the Titans to roam freely. It was true that he could not defeat himself. He sighed then and sat on his bed, head in his hands. Regardless of what he felt, Raven was far more important. He knew what he had to do. He stood then, and left for her bedroom.

When he was in front of her door, he stood there for many minutes—more than enough time for her to sense his presence. "Raven?" he murmured quietly. From inside of the room, Raven gathered herself and stood. Her hands were balled in fists as she approached the door. "Raven, I'm sorry." He continued. "I can't explain what I did, though you deserve an explanation."

Garfield pondered admitting his feelings for her then and there, but decided against it. "Please come out. Please just talk to me." Raven stood still. She did not know what to do. Selfishly, Garfield said, "I need you."

With that, the door swished open. Their eyes connected, and though the both of them wanted nothing more than to look away, they found themselves trapped by the other's gaze.

"How could you…?" she whispered.

"I…I am the worst friend there is for forcing myself on you like that—"

"HOW DARE YOU FORCE ME THROUGH THIS AGAIN!" Raven interjected. She screamed at the man, lashing out at him with her volume. He was confused. Had someone else touched her without her consent?

"First, I am a pitiful fool who falls for Malchior; now I have fallen for a changeling who gives mixed signals. Why is this happening to me?"

Garfield's heart stopped. She had feelings for him? Since when?! The girl felt tears gather in her eyes, and she could not stop one from spilling over. She lifted her hand to wipe it away, but the green man caught her wrist before her fingers touched her face. As he gripped her, he pulled her body into his own, and brushed away her tear with his lips. Before she could say a thing, he came down on her mouth with his own. He had needed to taste her since he first laid eyes on her, and finally, in this moment, he could.

His tongue ran past her lips, and she slowly opened her mouth to allow entry. Their tongues met, and she moaned into his mouth. He grasped her even more tightly as his tongue dominated her own. He felt the heat grow stronger within him, so before he lost himself again, he pulled away from her. She did not speak, or think, or move. She only looked into his eyes.

The forests that looked back upon her were surely warmer than they had ever been before. Of this she was certain. His lips parted and he spoke the words she longed to hear:

"I have fallen for you too, you beautiful girl."


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