Slade pushed her back into the mattress. He pulled off his gloves, reaching up the baggy T-shirt that Wintergreen had given her. He grabbed her breasts in his hands, rubbing her slowly. She flinched each time. He waited until they were taut before he traced his hand down her stomach. With two fingers, her rubbed the outside of her cunt slowly.

"Does it bother you, Raven? The fact that you're getting wet?" Slade whispered. "You can't deny liking this forever, you know."

"Stop," Raven said so firmly that Slade was actually taken back for a second.

"It's normal to enjoy it," Slade replied. "But then again, do have always gone to great lengths to be the weird one, or the odd one out."

Raven opened her mouth to reply but he stuck two fingers in her. Her words turned into a quiet moan and Slade smiled. "Stop," she repeated, but the strength was gone.

"You're tight," Slade told her. He moved his fingers in and out of her. She bit her lip and turned away from him. His other hand grabbed her breast again. He used his forearm to hold her straight as he added a third finger. Raven winced as he pushed the finger in but Slade only pushed harder, determined to make it fit. "I know you love how it feels, Raven."

Slade felt a sharp pain and he looked to see a black light vanish from next to him. His shoulder just starting to drip blood. It was a weak attack, but Raven locked eyes with him as she prepared another spell.

"Azarath Metrion-" she stopped to let out a scream as Slade shoved his dick into her as hard and deep as he could.

"I knew you enjoy it, Raven." Slade pushed in and out quickly. "Go ahead, Raven, scream. You're not bothering anyone." The bed was shaking as Slade spoke, taking breaths between words.

Slade pushed himself all the way inside of her before letting his body fall to rest on hers. "Can you feel that, Raven?" Slade asked. He moved slowly now, in and out with steady, deep thrusts. "Can you feel me inside of you?"

"You're sick, Slade, you're really fucking sick," Raven muttered.

"Do you believe in heaven and hell?" Slade asked.

"I believe in hell," Raven replied. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you there." Her voice cracked at the end of the sentence and Slade knew he found the right spot. Thrusting harder, he felt Raven tighten under him.

"I don't know why people don't like you, Raven," Slade said and she bit her lip to conceal forming sounds. "You were always the strongest Titan. It's no surprise you are the last surviving. I do wonder what the down thinks though. Abandonment must be hard for them. Four titans dead, one on the run? The media has a few theories."

"I'm sure…. They'll find my body…. Eventually."

Slade smiled as he felt her back arch in response to him. He could feel her giving in. Slade pushed harder and Raven's breathing was heavier.

"SLADE WILSON!" a voice called from somewhere else in the house. Footsteps could be heard coming in their direction. Slade pushed himself away from Raven and pulled his pants on quickly. He pulled a sweatshirt out of a draw and threw it at her.

"Put that on, now. Keep the hood up."

Raven pulled the sweatshirt on over her. "What's going on?"

"Shut up. Pretend you're asleep. Now," Slade demanded. The door knobbed turned and was shoved open just as Raven shut her eyes.

"Wilson – I swear – that was the stupidest plan. Do you realize it almost got all of us killed?" a man was yelling.

"Can we take this outside?" Slade asked calmly. Raven felt movement in the room and she shut her eyes tighter. A hand found her throat and her body lifted, her head smacking into the wall.

A dark haired man was looking at Slade, his arm outstretched to hold her neck. "What's wrong? Afraid your girlfriend will hear about what you've been up to?" The man turned to face her and his blue eyes widened in recognition.

"Can we take this outside?" Slade repeated. The man released Raven and she fell to her knees on the bed. He simply nodded and followed Slade out of the door.