READERS! I would like to apologize in advance for the cheese predictableness of this chapter. Damn me. This is probably my least favorite chapter, but I promise it will get more twisty-turny-angsty.
Suggestions and ideas are welcome!
OH, BTW, enjoy the sauciness ;) I love you, dudes.
Raven was pressed up against the wall next to her door ferociously kissing the boy who was tugging ever so slightly on her hair. Beastboy brought his face up to look into her violet eyes.
"Are you sure you don't want me too, ya know, repay the favor?" he asked looping his finger around the front belt loop of her jeans, bringing her pelvis closer to his.
She smirked "Maybe another time. I would like to have one day with you that doesn't end in my room."
He nodded, slightly crestfallen. "Mmkay."
His mouth went back onto her's and she sighed. He was a very good kisser. She knew if they didn't stop soon she would probably forget all about her promise to herself and drag him into her room, ripping his clothes off as she went, making good on his promise.
"I need to go to sleep." she murmured as his tongue slid down her neck.
"Okay."
He made no notion of slowing down or stopping. She shook her head inwardly. It was like talking to a wall. Actually worse, it was talking to a horny teenaged boy.
"Gar."
"What?" His hands slipped under her shirt and touched her bare stomach, stroking it.
"Sleep? Now."
"Oh, right, you said that." He removed his hands from her waist and pulled himself off her with a brief kiss.
"Goodnight Rae."
"Night Gar." She gave him a final peck, leaving him in the hall with a goofy smile as she retreated into her room.
She shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
Outside, she felt Beastboy's emotions spike happily and heard him hiss out "YES!" She smiled quietly to herself and pushed some hair behind her ear. She had to admit, as weird as it was to think of her and Beastboy on a date, it had really been wonderful. She surprised herself. Not once had her emotions gotten the better of her. Maybe she could do this.
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The next morning, the team awoke from the blaring sound of the titan alarm. Robin was on the computer locating the threat before the rest of the team could pour in. "They found another body." He said solemnly. The Titans turned grave and followed their leader out of the building.
They arrived at an empty, abandon house in the most run- down part of Jump. The police were everywhere, trying to keep the reporters away from the structure. Two deaths in a week was beginning to cause serious alarm. The heroes walked past the yellow tape, up the stairs and into the house. Almost everything inside was broken or covered in mold. One officer pointed down the hall and the Titans followed his finger. Robin stalked into the room first and grit his teeth, not knowing what to expect.
The man lying dead on the floor was dressed in all black, minus the white band on his collar. A priest. His eyes were wide open, expression still twisted and contorted as if he was still screaming in agony. Blood covered his chest and arms, and a stream of the dried muddy red liquid seemed to pour from his mouth.
Robin looked away and found the medical examiner from the other day staring at him. He strolled over to her. "Search the room." He ordered his team.
"What do you know?" His arms crossed.
"His name's Father O'Brian. Looks same as before."
"Heart carved out?"
"That and his tongue."
"...His tongue?"
"Brings a whole new meaning to 'Dead men tell no tales'. Oh, you should know, when I brought Kevin's body back to my examination table, I discovered something."
"Yes?"
"You're not going to like this. At first I thought he died of blunt trauma, or even his stab wounds, but I was wrong. He died of blood loss."
"Meaning?"
"They cut out his heart while he was still alive."
Robin was silent.
"I think the same goes for the Priest."
"They cut out his tongue and heart while he was still ALIVE?"
She nodded. "My assumption is they tried, but he looks as if he died of shock before they could fully cut his heart out."
Robin pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What do you think this means?"
"Well the victims have almost nothing in common. Never even crossed paths" She glanced through her notes.
"This site is a mile away from where they found Kevin's body."
"Unusual, but not unheard of."
"Exactly a mile?"
"Very unusual. They we also both tortured in the same way with some kind of weapon, although it is unclear what that weapon is. There seem to be large abrasions, cuts, and burn marks all over the body, but mostly focused on the face."
"What do they want?"
"I don't know. What is there to gain from a priest and a convict?"
Robin thanked the medical examiner hastily before walking over to Cyborg.
"Find anything?"
"Blood on the walls, signs of a struggle, but no forced entry."
"So Father O'Brien came here willingly."
"Seems so."
Robin noticed Cyborg's eyes were glued to the murder victim. "Cyborg, did... Did you know him?"
"Yeah I knew him. His brother lived next to my grandma when I was growin' up. He was a great man. Drove her to the hospital when I got in the accident."
"I'm sorry Cyborg. I didn't know."
"Like you said, personal lives separate."
"You're free to go if you'd like, we're almost done here."
"I'll think I'll get a head start, meet you at the tower. I'm gonna make a beer run."
Robin nodded and watched as his friend walked past the cops and out the door. Even though Cyborg, Starfire, and himself were technically past the proper age, Robin wanted the team to refrain from drinking as much as possible, just incase of an alert, or an accident, not to mention they had to set an example, not just be typical drunk adolescence.
But under these circumstances, the boy wonder understood. He had figured something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, they would come across a victim they new personally, or the death would trigger a memory. He just hadn't been prepared like he thought, no, he wanted to be. He wanted to be ready for this, to face the problem, unflinching, head on, like they, HE, usually did. But when the time came... I mean, what do you say? Emotions weren't something you could tame, Raven was living proof of that, she managed them, but they would never truly be under her control. It was human nature. Emotions, and caring was human, and that's the only thing Robin couldn't fight off for them. His team's emotions were their's and their's alone. Completely out of his control.
Starfire walked up to her boyfriend and took his hand. "What troubles you, friend?"
"I can't fix this. Cyborg, he knew this guy, and I can't make it better, I can't fix it. All I can do is fight, and find the person who did it and throw them in jail, but I can't bring this man back to life, I can't make Cyborg's pain go away. I'm useless. What am I good for? I'm your leader!"
She turned to him and gave him a small, knowing smile "Stop. No more of Robin mad at Robin. That is good for no one. Do you forget what you are before our leader?"
"Your friend."
"Yes. Always, we will be friends first. You must open your eyes and see Cyborg does not need his leader, he needs his friend."
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When the heroes returned to the tower, they found Cyborg on the couch with three cases of beer. Being half machine, getting even remotely wasted took a lot of effort.
Beastboy walked up to him an plopped down next to his friend. "Dude, wanna play?" he asked holding up the game controllers.
"Just cuz I'm drinkin' doesn't mean you got a chance at winning BB."
"Do I detect a hint of scaredy-cat?" The green teenager morphed into a green feline.
"Do I detect you wanting to get your ass handed to ya?" Cyborg snatched a controller rom his hand.
Robin leaned over in between the two, "And when you're done with that you can play me, and get your ass handed to you."
"You're on bird brain! Oh by the way I picked up some shit for you and Star if you want it. Otherwise I'm drinking it."
Starfire squealed in delight and looked at her boyfriend imploringly. "Oh, please Robin, may we celebrate.?
"I don't see what there is to celebrate, but sure, why not."
The alien girl shot up in the air and made a bee line for the fridge.
"Duuuuuddddeeeeeeeeeee... sooooo unfair."
"Sorry Beastboy, just a few more years."
Cyborg snorted "Poor baby BB!" he chortled as Beastboy sneered.
The tamerianian had found a handle of Bacardi in the freezer. "Thank you Cyborg!" Like her robot friend, her alien gene makeup was suited for much more potent substances, and therefore had a smaller reaction to human alcohol. She brought over the six pack for Robin and flew back over to find herself a shot glass.
Raven was in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea. Starfire pulled out two glasses and filled both, handing one to her best friend, putting a finger to her lips and winking. Raven glanced over at Robin, who was otherwise occupied staring at the screen before downing the tiny glass and wincing. Starfire poured two more, and the girls clinked glasses quietly before drinking them.
As the night went on, The boys were surprised that Raven had actually wanted to play a round in the video game they were competing in and was giggling uncontrollably next to Starfire, very unusual for her. She was also taking a great interest in her green team mate, something Cyborg found funny, but didn't give it a second thought. Robin's beers lied on the floor, empty, and Cyborg's supply was dwindling, faster than it should have, actually, but that could have been due to the fact he had been slipping beers to Beastboy ever since Robin started slurring his words.
Starfire took the last swing of her alcohol and laughed, grabbing onto Robin. "I am tired, may we go rest now pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassseeeeee?" Robin looked at her with a lopsided grin and stood up.
"To the bedroom!" He pointed a finger in the air and then proceeded to whisked his princess into his arms and, while the humming mission impossible theme song, carried her out of the common room.
"Now, why does somethin' tell me they're not gonna be gettin' much rest?" The mechanical man playfully punched his best friend.
Beastboy almost choked as he laughed, toppling over onto the ground, which made them both laugh even harder.
Raven had a grin plastered on her face that coupled a far-offish look. "You're an idiot."
"Raven! Have you been drinking?" Cyborg mocked.
"I am an underage hero! Beastboy and I are not allowed to drink." Raven scoffed playfully, still grinning.
Beastboy laughed and pulled himself up off the ground and collapsed in her lap.
"Sober as fuck!"
Cyborg punched the changeling again, sending him back to the floor.
"Alright y'all, I'm turning in, night." Cyborg waved goodbye and walked up the small staircase a little more forcefully than usual.
Beastboy's face turned up to look into Raven's.
"So Rae, what do you wanna do?"
"Why don't you take me to my room and find out?" She dared him.
His ears shot up and he grabbed her hand and they both stumbled down the hall, muffling their giggles.
This time, Beastboy was being pushed against the wall and forced into Raven's room. Raven giggled as she ran her hands over his chest then attempted to peel off his shirt. She fumbled with the tight fabric, so Beastboy grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. She looked at him then grinned seductively, pushing her hands against his torso and launching him onto the bed. His slowed reflexes barley had time to recover before she climbed on top of him. His hand found the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
Her hands were desperately running over his skin, her hips fiercely grinding into him, setting his nerves on fire. He tired to flip her over to lay on top of her but she thrust him back down and wagged a finger at him. He gulped.
Her mouth came back down over his and his hands found the zipper of her uniform. He didn't bother to ask as he pulled it down. She leaned up so he could slide it off her body. She started to sit up to remove the whole leotard, but Beastboy grew impatient and ripped the fabric in two and cast it aside.
She glanced at her ruined uniform, then back at Beastboy.
"Was that really necessary?"
Beastboy was staring at her breasts. He realized she hadn't been wearing a bra this whole day. Why did that seem to turn him on?
"Absolutely."
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back down to meet his mouth. His hands explored her naked body as she groped his dick. He let out a little moan and she started to fumble with his zipper. When she finally got it lose, she moved off him, gripping the waistband, and pulled. His legs came free and an approving smile crossed her face. She slipped back up his body and kissed his hip, stomach, chest, and left a trail of kissed on his neck and jawbone. Beastboy went in for the kiss only to be dodged with a smirk. She kissed the rest of his face, forehead, cheeks, and both corners of his mouth, but refused to give him what he wanted.
"Rae. Kiss me."
"Nope." There was a teasing hint to her voice.
"Kiss. Me."
"Make me." She winked at him and began nibbling on his ear.
His hands reached down to squeeze her ass, receiving a little grunt from her mouth. His hands grabbed the back of her thighs and repositioned her so his clothed, hard penis was rubbing up against the bottom of her panties, right in between her thighs. She let out a gasp and groaned out is name hazily.
"Gar."
"Kiss me."
"No."
He released her from his grip so her body hovered only a few inches from his. he trailed both hands over her soft tummy and smooth hips, one hand gripped her breast tightly while his thumb stroked a nipple, hardening under his touch and sending shivers down her spine.
"I said, kiss me."
It took a few unsteady breaths before the empath could reply.
"No."
His thumb squeezed and pinched her nipple, eliciting another moan from her throat, while his other hand slipped down her stomach and played with them hem of her back panties.
"Last chance."
Raven shook her head, unable to speak.
His hand slipped into her underwear and cupped her vagina. She was soft and smooth down there as well. He felt her small lips and rubbed around her tight opening. His fingers were already slick with her moisture. One finger slid in between her lips and found her tiny clit. Smiling, he rubbed it gently. A rumbling, lust-filled wail filled his ears. Her head fell to rest on his chest, hips grinding desperately against his fingers.
His fingers stop, causing a sad cry to be made.
"Kiss me." He demanded.
She looked at him with wanting eyes and leaned up to kiss him passionately, his tongue finding hers.
"Now that wasn't so hard." He teased her.
She let out a little grunt and rocked her hips against him, wanting him to pick up where they left off.
"What do you want?" His smile was devilish now.
"Gar." She breathed unable to comprehend.
"Tell me what you want."
"You. I want you."
"What do you want me to do?"
His finger flicked her clit and she let out a gasp.
"Touch me. Please Gar."
His fingers began to rub her throbbing clit again and her moans continued without stopping.
"Azar, more."
His other finger began to slightly poke into her opening, sending a spike of pleasure through her body, which she responded to by digging her nails into his shoulders. His finger slowly slid into her slick folds and pumped up and down, matching the grinding motion of her hips, ripping a greedy cry from Raven's throat. Her hips pressed against him harder and her walls clamped down on his finger. She started muttering words he did not understand, mixed with a few swears and his name.
Beastboy thrust his finger in deeper and her body shot up, with a loud cry of his name her body went ridged and he could barley move his finger. Her hands slammed him into the bed, rendering him immobile, keeping him there as she rode out her orgasam. With a lingering high-pitched gasp, she collapsed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He pulled his fingers from her undies and threw his arms over her waist, worn out from their activities.
"I love you, Rae."
She nestled into his chest. "That was amazing. I didn't know you could do that."
He chuckled "Me neither."
He looked around the room, trying to glance at her clock to check the time, and his face fell.
"Raven."
"Hmmm?"
"Raven!"
"What?"
She lifted her head to look at him.
"Look at your room."
She swung around and her jaw dropped.
"Azar."
Her whole room at been literally torn apart, every book had been ripped from the shelves, the book case itself smashed and lying on the floor. Her dresser lied in ruin, clothes thrown around the room, some ripped to shreds. Practically everything glass was shattered, wood was splintered, and everything else, was well, a mess. The only thing that stayed intact was the bed they were lying on.
"My room."