As promised, here is Ch.11, early! Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven – Savior

As she stood on the top of her rooftop that night, Raven felt fear for the first time in years. Perhaps it was more important to say that she felt for the first time in years. She stood with a cold breeze weaving through her long hair and the holes in her sweater, and she was afraid. How long had it been since she'd used her powers? More importantly, how long had it been since she'd been legitimately nervous to meet somebody?

Oh, God. Emotions were bad. She never thought she'd have to worry about emotions again. Eight years of fucking, blowing, sucking countless strangers – she thought that had killed her emotions like sixteen years on Azarath never had.

But one green-haired man suddenly brought it all welling up.

She shook her head and focused. Her cape would come in handy, but she wasn't prepared to wear that yet. Instead, she wore her old black sweater, a gray skirt and some hooker heels. They were the only shoes she really owned anymore.

With a deep breath, she pulled herself inward and found her reserves of magic, resting just below the surface of her skin, dark and swirling and toxically beautiful. With a sensual sigh, Raven let herself sink into her own magic, ever so slightly, just enough to let the sixth sense in her brain open up. With dark probing tendrils of magic, she searched the city for that green energy that she knew so well.

There he was, just getting home from work. His apartment was on 24th and Olive.

Now was the hard part. Raven, fear racing through her blood, let herself sink a little deeper, magic beginning to pulse within her heart. It had been so damn long since she'd felt this release. Now came time for the emotions. Within her pulsing, swirling, black magic heart, she thought about Beast Boy's face and let those emotions slow her heart down.

In no time at all, she was sinking through the ground and transporting herself through the city. The black incandescent raven slipped through the streets, past the seething and churning heart of the city, up to the sleepy, well-lit neighborhood where Beast Boy's apartment complex rose up like a silver beacon. She slipped up the elevator shaft and finally materialized in front of apartment number 15.

Oh, no. Her fingers trembled like newly-hatched butterflies.

Before she lost her nerve, she knocked three times on the door.

After some shufflings, the door opened. Beast Boy stood in a white button down shirt, tie and slacks. The laces of his shoes were untied. Before he realized who she was, he looked for all the world like a twenty-somethings bachelor in the prime of his life, caught in a rare moment of masculine vulnerability; just before the clothed exterior came off and he was stripped down to nothing but his own pride.

But then he caught sight of her face, and his face lit up like a sixteen year old's.

"Raven?"

"Hi," she murmured, not making direct eye contact. "Can I come in?"

"Always," he replied, opening the door and letting her in.

There was not as much green in his apartment as she had suspected. The kitchen was modern, simple. The living room was filled with clutter, but she had expected nothing less. And on the mantle, there was a framed picture that made her throat close up – the five Titans together, taken the summer after the death of Slade at a barbeque up on the roof. One of the other Titans must have taken it – there had been so many people at that barbeque. But the original five of them looked so happy. Cyborg had his arm around Robin's shoulder, who in turn was holding Starfire's waist as she laughed, her mouth thrown wide open. Cyborg's other arm was around Beast Boy, who was – oh God –

His green hand rested on her hip, and she leaned in to him, ever so slightly, a beautiful closed smile lighting up her face.

It literally brought tears to her eyes. She squashed them immediately and sat down on the couch, ignoring the picture.

Beast Boy said nothing as he rummaged around in the kitchen. But a moment later he came out with a steaming cup of tea that he handed to her with a smile.

"Dark cherry and vanilla."

"Why do you have this stuff?" She murmured, taking the tea.

"Just in case you ever came back."

She started and looked up at him, but his face was dead serious.

"I gotta change. Come to my room?"

She nodded and followed him down, her feet softly padding the floor. Her senses were heightened to the point of telepathy. Something about his presence always made her hyperaware of her surroundings.

The green finally came out in his bedroom. Forrest green paint covered the walls and a lighter green bedspread covered the massive bed in the center. He moved to the closet and methodically began to remove his clothing with the time-worn manner of a man who had to dress up to work. His thin fingers loosened his tie, finally slipping it off his collar. One by one he undid his buttons, allowing his chest to expand more naturally with breath, and pulled out his shirttails from where they were tucked in. When he took off the shirt and let it fall on the ground, there was a clean white undershirt on beneath it. Finally he slipped off his pants, causing Raven to freeze for a moment, but then he graciously pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She watched him, fascinated, the tea warming her cold hands.

When he finally turned to her, she could see for the first time just how much he'd grown from their adolescence together. And it was incredible.

He sat down beside her on the bed and said, "What are you doing here, Raven? After last time, I thought…"

"Well, Starfire and I kinda made a pact."

He raised an eyebrow.

"She was adamant about me seeing you again, so I told her I'd do it if she went to see Robin."

"Starfire went to see Robin? I would pay big money to see that shitshow."

She cracked a smile. "We don't really have any right to call them a shitshow."

"Good point. But Raven, the ball's in your court. Was there something you wanted to tell me tonight?"

She absentmindedly chewed on her lip and then took a drink from her tea. The presence of his thigh, so close to hers, sent tiny feathery lightning bolts between their skin. She wondered if he could feel the electricity.

"I guess I wanted to tell you to let me go," she finally said. "You've got a much better life without me in it."

He buzzed his lips and ran a hand through his hair. "What do I have to do to convince you that that's not true?"

"You can't. You've got to let me go. I can promise your life is only gonna get worse if you keep me in it."

"Oh, and you expect me to continue living life knowing you're fucking random men for money?"

She had never known him to be rational. When she sheepishly raised her eyes to his face, defiance was written all over his green skin. There was nothing she could say.

"Raven, will you please let me see your arms?"

Immediately she sucked them in to her chest.

"Baby, please."

"Call me 'baby' one more time. I fucking dare you."

And suddenly, before she could do anything, he reached forward, grabbed her wrist and pulled up her sleeve. Like Starfire before him, his gasp was audible.

His timing was awful. The events of the week, the confusing thoughts that swirled around in her head now that Starfire and Beast Boy were back in her life had made drugs even more enchanting lately. A few of the abscesses were still bleeding. Even worse, new scars on her wrists were open and screaming. The razor blade's bite had been too good to resist.

Beast Boy gently laid her hand back down on her lap and then dropped his head. "I am so sorry."

"Not your fault. My fault. You don't have any right to blame yourself."

"Was this why you left the last time?"

"Oh, my God!" She stood up and began pacing, leaving her tea on the bedside table. Now the electricity between them had started to burn her skin. "I really, really, really do not want to talk about that."

"Raven…"

Oh, no. She knew what he was going to say. She could hear it in his voice.

Can't say it. Can't say it. Don't say it.

"You need saving, Raven."

"No!" She threw out her hand without thinking, pulled her powers out from under her skin, slammed him against the wall. As he fell to the ground, coughing, she strode over, power and indignation suddenly thumping in her heart.

"I don't need saving, goddamn it! I'm a superhero!"

"No," he spat, on his hands and knees, "you're a whore and an addict."

She held a glowing fist out. "Don't make me kick your ass, Beast Boy."

He narrowed his eyes, anger rising in his face as he stood up. She held her ground, blood slamming in her ears, and beckoned him forward with two fingers and a cocky grin.

He morphed into a gorilla and ran hollering towards her. She couldn't control her powers, and she didn't even try. Pulling even deeper from within her, she felt the black energy envelop her again, and for the first time in years she levitated from the ground and rushed forward.

The green gorilla in front of her threw her down, but she pushed him back and rose up to slam him with a black fist. He twisted into a snake and slithered down, then was suddenly a ram, racing forward to throw her down. Just as Raven was preparing her defenses, arms crossed in front, he hesitated.

Then she sent him flying backwards with her magic.

"Don't you dare go soft on me!" She screamed. Her entire spirit was afire. She had forgotten how good her powers felt. "Don't you fucking dare!"

He got to his feet, spitting out some blood on the ground. Then he whipped off his shirt, tossed it aside, and morphed into a triceratops, all horns and teeth and scales running for her.

She blocked him. He morphed again. And suddenly it was just like old times, the reflexes in her muscles knowing just when to dodge him, just like she'd used to know how to dodge Slade and Monsieur Mallah and every other villain she'd had to face. Beast Boy had gotten good, though. And fighting in heels was a bitch.

He snuck up on her from behind as a bear, grabbed her close. As she struggled and kicked, trying to find something to use as a weapon, he morphed back into a human and whispered into her ear,

"See how easy this is?"

She kicked him in the balls and he dropped to the floor.

"See how easy that was?"

He coughed and spluttered, hands clutching his package, and she flipped her ankle and kicked him onto his back on the floor. Then she straddled him, bent over, and grabbed his throat with a glowing hand.

"I told you," she whispered, "I don't need saving."

He cocked a smile. God, that fang.

"You never would listen to anybody but yourself."

How could he? In a swift move, she stood up and planted her heels over his wrists, trapping him to the floor.

"Alright. This is what's going to happen." With nimble fingers, she unhooked her skirt and tossed it to the side, exposing the twisting thorns around her hips. Then she snapped her fingers and her panties vanished in a black bolt.

"Since you still don't believe that I'm the one who calls the shots here, we're gonna do things on my terms. You're gonna stay right there. I'm gonna lean over. And you're going to eat me out until I tell you to stop."

She said this all with a smirk. If there was one thing that eight years in the sex industry had taught her, it was that men never actually wanted to eat a girl out.

"Hope you like teeth, baby girl," Beast Boy said with a wink. "Cause I've got a few tricks where the fang might come in handy."

What the fuck?

He was actually grinning. Not even cocky smirking. He looked genuinely excited. All of his anger from before had vanished.

"Why are you looking like that?" She snapped.

"Jesus, Raven, I've been waiting to eat you out again since we broke up."

She paused. Oh my God, she had been half kidding. Was she actually going to get eaten out right now? Her heart raced just thinking about it.

Then she shut her face down. She dropped to her knees, still pinning his wrists down, and scooched her vagina right up to his face. "Just surrender and you won't have to."

"I never surrender, Raven. Now come closer, how am I supposed to make you cum from there?"

Oh, my God!

Her heart still racing, she moved up until she was on top of him. All she could see was his green eyes, looking positively elated. Then she felt his tongue on her, and neither of them opened their eyes. From the first moment, it felt too damn good to be experienced with eyes open.

The orgasm shattered her from the inside out. She was purified, heat scorching her from the inside and letting her, if just for a moment, to forget all of her impurities and to simply feel the rocketing energy of the best orgasm she'd had since…well, since she'd left him. Beast Boy was incredible. When she was finally finished and she fell backwards onto the floor, it made her wonder with a twang how many girls he'd done that to to get so good at it.

They lay there for a few moments, both breathing deeply. Raven, as satisfied as she was, could not believe herself. She claimed she hated this kid, and now she'd fucked him twice? Oh, Jesus.

"Hey, Rae?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you gonna be offended if I go brush my teeth?"

She gave a smile. "Well, you're the first guy to eat me out in eight years. So do whatever you want."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I mean, you understand. You can't tell me you actually enjoyed that."

"Raven, don't be stupid." He slowly got to his feet and moved to the adjacent bathroom. "The look on your face was worth every second."

She immediately flushed as he disappeared into the bathroom. Oh, my God. She was lying on Beast Boy's floor, wearing nothing but a black sweater and some heels, her tattoos exposed for the world. She heard the sound of him brushing his teeth from the bathroom. Oh, my God, she was the worst hooker ever.

Suddenly panties-less, she slowly moved her body up and started looking around for her skirt.

"Don't you dare think of leaving," he called.

"Oh, what, you expect something in return?"

"Well, I'm never gonna say no to that, but I'd kind of rather just talk. We have a lot of catching up to do."

She read into his words, and they made her panic. "You want me to explain why I left."

"Raven – " He stepped out and found her snapping her skirt on over her hips. "Please."

"Okay, you wanna talk? How many girls have you had sex with since us?"

That made him freeze. "What?"

"You don't just give a girl the best orgasm of her life after no practice. Come on, B. I'm a whore. I know this. Who's it been?"

"Oh, Jesus." He leaned his body against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. "Why do you care?"

The tone of his voice! He'd had other girls. Rage bubbled up. "How many?"

"A few, okay? I've dated. It's been nine years since us."

Oh, my God. Was this what heartbreak felt like? Like her chest had been cracked open? She worked hard to keep her voice in check. "You dated?"

"They didn't work out."

"Why not?"

"They weren't you."

And suddenly her chest mended itself again, and she found herself filled with effervescent bubbles. This guy needed to stop playing with her emotions like this. She felt like a doll in his hands. Raven looked down at the floor and twisted her heels.

"Was there ever anyone else for you, Raven?"

"No," she snapped. "There was no one. I became a hooker. There was no one."

"Did you miss me?" His voice was so soft. He took a step towards her, and she took a step back.

"Apparently you didn't miss me." She couldn't stop the heartbreak in her voice. "I can't believe you dated other people!"

"You left me without saying why and a heartbreak too strong for a seventeen-year-old kid to handle, what the hell was I supposed to do?" He yelled. "I was devastated, Raven!"

"How soon was the rebound?"

"Cyborg set me up with a girl a month after you left."

"ONE MONTH?" She screamed.

"It was awful! I hated it! Raven, if we die tonight, all I want you to know is that I have never been the same since you left!"

The stood opposite each other, straining to read each other's eyes. Raven felt tears welling up for the first time in years, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out, ever so slightly.

"Garfield…"

He bounded forward and crushed her into a hug. She was caught up in his breath. "Oh, my God, Raven…"

"I can't," she whimpered. She hated how weak she sounded. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. Stay with me, Raven. We'll make it work."

"No, we can't, I can't!"

"Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me again. I need you."

"I can't!"

"Why are you so scared?" His breath tickled her ear.

"I CAN'T!"

And with that, she sank in a black wave into the floor and flew back home, the wings of her raven pumping furiously into the night sky.

Beast Boy fell back down on the bed and screamed.

Hope you all enjoyed! The main story plot starts picking up very soon. Please tell me what you think, your reviews mean so much to me :) All my love - PVB