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"You can find love, fear, friends, enemies, violence, dancing, sex, demons, angels, loneliness, and togetherness all in the After Hours of the night."—The Weeknd

Sometimes, it's tough to be a young adult male with unfulfilled desires.

Robin was certainly feeling the frustration on this morning, as he awoke and immediately felt the urges come from deep inside him. He turned and glanced at his lover, still asleep and turned away from him. He shifted his body weight a little closer towards her, lightly putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in. His morning wood poked her slightly and he recoiled a bit out of fear, but thankfully, she didn't seem to have noticed. Robin could smell the slight scent of lavender from her locks, which only served to arouse him more. Gritting his teeth, he let go of her and rolled out of his bed, getting up to head to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help clear his mind.

The Boy Wonder turned the knob to the left, the steam starting to emanate off the jets of water. He closed his eyes and his mind began to wander, but his thoughts were all funneling towards one certain Raven. He imagined her in front of him, giving him the seductive smirk he loved as she ran her hands over his body, eventually getting down to his dick, still rock-hard from his thoughts, and stroking it. In his head, he turned her around and inserted himself, relieving all the tension he'd felt by finally being inside her. He'd always found Raven attractive, but it hadn't been until their relationship had blossomed that he'd begun to appreciate it. Her curves had only gotten fuller as they'd grown older, and although she didn't ever wear anything too revealing, almost everything ended up being very form-fitting on her.

Of course, he'd respected her wishes. He loved her, after all, and never wanted to push her beyond her boundaries. They'd messed around a few times and gotten a little handsy, but nothing more. Her ass was his favorite, and he wanted so badly to be able to make her point it up at him and thrust into that sight. But every time he'd tried to make a move, tried to take something off himself or her, he'd been stopped by her firm grip. She didn't have to say anything, since they both understood. She admitted she wanted him too, though not with the same intensity he did, but she wasn't ready. It was partly the worry about her powers, and also the hesitation over taking that step. She was just getting used to all the different feelings love could bring, and sex was another leap from there. He'd been in complete agreement, and promised her they would take it at a pace she was comfortable with. She still had to keep him in check occasionally when they did share a passionate moment, but he never pushed anything otherwise. However, this did leave him extremely agitated on days like today where his hormones dictated his thoughts. He'd been reduced to getting himself off when she wasn't around, the fantasy of her nude body fueling his actions.

"Dude!" a voice came from outside the bathroom. "Look who's wasting hot water now! Are you gonna be done anytime soon?" Robin's eyes shot open and he glanced towards the door in annoyance. That was the trouble with being horny in the morning. Always having to shove those desires down somewhere and act normally in front of other people…

"I'm almost done!" he called back. Robin quickly pressed some soap onto his hands and lathered himself, while trying both physically and mentally to get rid of his boner. The thoughts continued to invade his mind. She was probably up now, those legs swinging over the side of the bed as she slipped off her nighttime clothes and into her leotard. He liked to fantasize about her in lots of lace, but he imagined she probably wore something that was comfortable and practical. Finishing up his shower, he still felt aroused but was at a point where his erection would probably disappear soon as he began the tasks of the day. The fantasies, however, still danced around in his head…

"You fall asleep in the shower or something?" Beast Boy grumbled as he emerged from the bathroom.

"Don't worry about it," Robin replied coldly. "You'd better hurry up or you'll be late for training."

"Late?! You're the one who took so long!" he protested. Robin snorted and brushed past him towards the main room. Cyborg and Starfire were up already, and he briefly greeted them before getting his coffee and bacon. He felt dazed from the combination of his fantasizing and the hot shower, and ate slowly, cutting the bacon into small pieces with his fork and absentmindedly eating one piece at a time.

"Morning." The voice was soft-spoken, but that was because she knew he could pick up on it. Or at least, he usually could. Raven raised an eyebrow as she took a seat across from him, tea and waffles in hand. Robin continued to chop his bacon into tinier pieces, looking down at his greasy reflection in the plate. "Morning," she repeated, a little louder. He tilted his head up and looked at her this time.

"Oh, hey."

"You sure you got enough sleep?" she teased. He stared at her in response. The little brief laugh she let out at the end somehow managed to turn him on, and he felt his pants tighten up a little.

"Uh, yeah. Fine," Robin said quickly. The smile disappeared off Raven's lips and her face turned to an expression of slight concern.

"Everything okay?"

"I'm fine, Rae," he repeated. He went back to picking at his breakfast and now it was the empath's turn to stare. Something did seem…off, but she couldn't quite tell what by her instinct. The bond was always available, but she decided against intruding for now, thinking it probably wasn't that big of an issue. Robin did have a tendency to be cranky before training sometimes anyhow, especially when he was going for a personal record.

The team lined up at the course for their usual morning routine. Robin stayed behind to man the course and because he wanted to go last today, so the others headed down. As they did, he eyed Raven, observing her movements. The Boy Wonder couldn't stop staring at her. What was wrong with him? It wasn't like she was doing anything even remotely sexually arousing. He watched as she brushed her hair back and start conversing with Starfire as they watched Cyborg get ready to go first. The thoughts and fantasies still hadn't left. They were little whack-a-moles in his head, constantly popping up whenever he so much looked at her.

Raven was still engaged in conversation, but she felt Robin's stares from a distance and glanced upwards. As soon as she did, his eyes averted away and he turned his attention towards the various control panels. Why was he staring? They'd been together for a while. This wasn't like back when they were dating but hadn't acknowledged the fact yet. He certainly was acting a little weird today. Her attention was diverted by Starfire droning in her ear, as well as the start of Cyborg's run, and she turned back to them, temporarily forgetting about the issue.

"Boo-yah!" the half-robot yelled as he busted through the last barrier. The other three clapped as he struck a pose, but Robin snorted again.

"What is there to boo-yah about?" he questioned. "You finished 2.3 seconds slower than last time."

"Chill out," Cyborg replied. "I'm not warmed up yet."

"You don't get to be warmed up in the real world."

"Rae, come get your mans," Cyborg called to her. "He's starting to sound like the old him again." She rolled her eyes at Cyborg, but turned to look at Robin atop the hill again. It wasn't unusual for him to be abrasive, but this combined with his behavior from earlier had her wondering what was going on with him.

"Star, I know you can lift more than that. Quit dragging your feet."

"You're slacking again! Beast Boy, 6.5 seconds slower than your average last week? You do this poorly in combat practice and I'll make you run the course again!"

"Dude, CHILL!" the shapeshifter retorted. "You have bad days too! Try to be allowing for some people!"

"We are collectively performing poorly today," Robin seethed. "You could've been the one to buck the trend, but you decided to fall in line with those two underperformers as well." Raven narrowed her eyes at him as he continued arguing with Beast Boy. There was definitely something wrong with him. "Alright, Raven!" he yelled, turning to her. "Hopefully you can show these three how to get through this course properly." She rolled her eyes and put her hood up. The signal sounded, and she focused on the task at hand, weaving through laser fire and moving various heavy objects with her telekinesis. Flying across the finish line, she continued up and landed directly in front of Robin.

"0.7 seconds slower. Not bad," he remarked, looking at the screen. "But I expected more from you." The empath glared at him, then grabbed his shoulder and stared directly at him while the other three recoiled, Beast Boy letting out a gulp.

"What is your deal today?" she asked between gritted teeth. "You're acting like a child." He glared back and brushed her shoulder off aggressively, then spun and started heading down.

"If none of you will commit to constantly improving, I'll just have to show you myself," he muttered. Cyborg awkwardly got up and hopped on the controls to prep the course for him.

"Y'all get in a fight or something?" he asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Raven responded, shaking her head. "He was fine last night. I don't know what changed between then and now." Robin barked at them from the start to fire up the course, and Cyborg obliged. The Boy Wonder expertly navigated the first part, using his staff to leap over the barricades and throwing birdarangs and explosive discs at the turrets that were firing. The four of them watched as he seemed to attack the course with anger, destroying everything he could and sprinting to try to reach the finish.

"That's how you challenge yourself!" he roared at them. "Always try to beat your best! No excuses!"

"Our friend is exhibiting a severe case of 'the grumps'," Starfire remarked with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Understatement of the century," Raven drawled.

"Dude, the course isn't over yet," Cyborg reminded him. And sure enough, a new wave of turrets popped up and opened fire almost immediately. Robin, caught off guard, whipped his cape up, but was bent in an awkward position with one leg stretched out due to his late reaction.

"Dude, heads up!" Beast Boy cried, waving his arms. The young detective didn't see the mini battering ram come from his blind side until it was too late. It slammed into him and he went flying over the edge, landing in the water with a loud splash. The four of them quickly made their way down to the shore, where he emerged, shaking his head and spitting out some water.

"You okay?" Raven asked.

"Friend, are you unharmed?" Starfire added. He jumped up onto the rocks, scowling.

"I think that counts as a DQ," Cyborg teased. "We haven't had one of those on this course in a long time."

"Since I can't properly set an example myself," he began, still scowling, "The rest of training is cancelled this morning. Go and do whatever you want." The four of them stared as he stormed off towards the tower.

"Sweet!" Beast Boy exclaimed. "More time for Mega Monkeys 13." The three of them started discussing their plans for their suddenly free day, while Raven continued to stare at him as he made his way back into the building. Letting out a heavy sigh, she followed suit.

"Robin," she stated sternly. She'd caught up to him in the hallway, and he stopped at her words, but didn't turn around.

"What?"

"Tell me what's going on," she said, her tone softening a little.

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing," she insisted. "Don't do this."

"I can't tell you," he said, turning around. She raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"I can't."

"We don't keep things from each other. I promised I'd make an effort to open up to you. To not rely on myself so much anymore. And now, you won't do the same?"

"Just use the bond," he shot back angrily. "It reveals everything, doesn't it? You don't have to keep grilling me just to find out I won't tell you."

"I don't want to use the bond, Richard. I want you to acknowledge the problem. And once you do, and figure out how you or I can help you with it, that's how I want to find out."

"Just go," he said, waving his hand dismissively. Raven felt anger flare up in her now.

"What do you mean, just go? I thought you kicked this habit by now. Are you going to go brood in your room again because you didn't finish some stupid obstacle course?"

"You can't help me," he stated. "Because you don't want to. And I have to respect that."

"What?" she asked, now confused. "I don't…want to?"

"Never mind," he huffed, turning around and starting for his room again.

"Richard." He didn't respond, feet stomping into the ground as the distance between them grew. "Richard!" she repeated, louder. Realizing it was futile, she glared in his direction and started for her own room. "Idiot," she muttered.

Raven flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. His behavior had definitely started in the morning, so something must have changed recently. They'd gone to sleep as usual the previous night, without any incident and with the usual cuddling and conversations about meaningless little things. His words echoed in her mind, and she sighed again. She didn't want to spy on him, but it looked like she had no choice.

Raven closed her eyes and focused on their bond. She felt her soul-self leave and probe around the edges of his mind, gathering information. She didn't want to go deep into his head, just far enough to figure out everything he'd been feeling in the past few hours. A wave of passion suddenly hit her and her eyes shot open in surprise. Bouts of frustration followed, but she started to feel her nether regions heat up a little and gasped. She hung in for a little longer, trying to collect specific thoughts. The empath's cheeks flushed with color as she stumbled upon his fantasies. She called the raven in her mind back to her, and dropped her head back against the pillow, eyes still wide open. So this was why he couldn't articulate what was bothering him. Couldn't and wouldn't, out of embarrassment or shame. She laid down on her bed completely, contemplating the situation.

She certainly hadn't expected him to be this frustrated with her, and felt just a little guilty about it. It was still her decision, but she couldn't have expected him to go along with it for this long without dealing with at least some internal turmoil. She did find herself wanting him at times, but the feeling usually didn't last very long so it was easy for her to dismiss and not think about it otherwise. But, at the same time, that didn't excuse the way he'd acted. She narrowed her eyes again, thinking about the progression. The awkwardness at breakfast, replaced by the abrasiveness and anger at training as his desires tried to find a way to get out, and the emotions all combining during their argument.

What should I do? She wondered. Talking to him was obviously the first step. She thought about how she should acknowledge the situation, and what, if anything, she should promise. She didn't want to do anything too far for her own comfort, but she did want to relieve some of the tension that was gnawing at him…

Do the do! Happy sang. I've seen how those abs make you blush. You know you want it.

I do not believe this would be the best course of action, Knowledge interjected.

I didn't ask for your opinions, but I don't really have a choice, do I?

No ma'am, Brave replied. I agree with Happy. Why don't you show him who's the boss bitch around here? Her different personalities continued to chime in for a few moments, before she felt a chill run through her.

Punish him. She sat in stunned silence, unable to muster a response. Punish him, the voice repeated in its sinister tone. Make him feel pain…

Impossible, she thought finally. Then, the cold fury, a feeling she wasn't sure if the voice was responsible for or not, set in. Which one of you let it out? She demanded.

It was none of us, Passion insisted. Your meditation and spells have greatly strengthened your defenses against it.

Then why is it talking to me again?

It tends to behave similarly to Passion, Knowledge remarked. Of course, it struggles to articulate itself because of your mental and emotional strength. But, in times of emotional stress, your defenses can be compromised. I suggest you come to a conclusion about how to approach your feelings soon, before it overwhelms the rest of us… Raven shut her eyes and locked all the Emoticlones back into a secluded corner of her mind, then ruminated on Anger's words. Punish him…he had been an asshole, and without much justification for it in her opinion, even after finding out his thoughts. It might be good to draw on its powers just this once, despite the high risk of losing control…

An evil smirk slowly spread across her lips, and she released the Emoticlones from containment briefly.

It's right. The others gasped.

Look, I'm all for putting yourself out there, but…listening to that thing? Brave said nervously in her head.

Good…

Listen to me, Raven thought, directing her attention to the one she'd kept contained for so long. The sinister voice quieted immediately, a sign of who truly was in control now. I can admit that for once, it is best to channel your power. But don't think you're going anywhere anytime soon. And with that, she concentrated and locked it away again, with an accompanying demonic howl. The rest of you are going back as well, she continued, and locked up the other personalities. Exhaling, she looked around her room. Anger's power certainly was exhilarating to use in the moment, though its flame always burned everything, including her, if she let it go for too long. She would just have to be careful not to let it overwhelm her tonight. Raven opened her closet, searching through her civilian clothes. She thought for a minute before deciding on her outfit. First, a little shopping was in order. Then, to borrow something…

Robin sat alone on his bed that night, elbows on his lap. He'd been aimlessly doing random things for most of the day, varying from building gadgets to hunting through the archives on villain profiles he already knew like the back of his hand. He'd avoided everyone else since the morning, and had retreated to his room early in the evening. He knew he was wrong to push Raven away, but he wasn't ready to face her quite yet. He couldn't quite swallow his pride enough to apologize, and as for the reason why…well, he couldn't come up with the words for that.

Laying down, he sorted through his thoughts and tried to come up with something coherent to tell her. The erotic thoughts had ceased, forcefully pushed out by his initial anger at her, and then the wave of regret that came after. The bond came to his mind, and he sat up again. He probably should figure out how she was feeling now before he went to go find her. And at this point, she'd probably have figured out his emotions too, so there was no point in pretending anymore. He concentrated on her, probing her mind for thoughts…excitement? Lust? Robin rubbed his temple, confused. He felt hope rise through him, and temporarily forgot about the situation at hand. Maybe she was coming around to the idea. Maybe he finally would get to experience what he'd been longing for for so long.

A portal suddenly opened in his floor, and he stared as she emerged. Robin's jaw dropped as he eyed what she was wearing. She had on one of his old shirts, a simple red T-shirt with the neckline stretched out due to how often he slept in it, but what shocked him more was the lack of pants. He sat, speechless, as she slowly made her way towards him. Entranced by the sway of her legs, his brain had started to shut off completely.

"Where—when—did you get that?" It was the first thought that came out of his mouth. She looked at him curiously, then edged ever closer to him.

"You want this back?" Raven cooed. She took a corner of the shirt with each hand and slipped it off in one swift motion, then tossed it at his face. "I believe I made a promise that you'd get to see this, didn't I? What do you think?" He quickly grabbed the shirt off his face and gawked more as she put a hand on his chest, forcefully pushing him down on the bed, then straddling him. She was wearing a matching black bra and panties, each adorned with lace around the edges. Just like in his fantasy…

"Now, Robin," she said, with hints of both disappointment and lust in her voice. "If all you wanted was me, you could've just asked politely earlier…" He started breathing heavily, and she smiled at how overwhelmed the Boy Wonder was in the moment. "You won't be needing these," she continued, as she placed her hands on his shirt. Robin numbly put his arms up, allowing her to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. The empath then snatched his mask, staring intently into his shocked cerulean eyes.

"R-Rae…" he managed to stammer. "Why are you doing this…"

"You had to be a typical boy and get angry at me, instead of just talking to me about it," she said disapprovingly, putting a hand on his cheek. "So, I think you deserve…a little punishment," she whispered, leaning in close to his ear. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. But you might not find it so fun when we're done." She leaned in and nibbled on his ear for a little, sending shivers went down his spine. Her head came back so that they were face to face, her body pinning his on the bed. He was captivated by her seductive smirk, the gaze like she was waiting for him to do something. He felt the tent in his pants grow larger, and she noticed as well. The empath giggled as she positioned her legs so that they were out of the way.

"Raven…" he whispered. He reached a hand out towards her chest, the slight bounce of her breasts agonizingly taunting him, but she slapped it away.

"No touching unless I say so," she told him, still smirking. She leaned in and crashed her lips to his, and he greedily accepted what part of her he could get, wrapping his arms around her back. They shared a few sloppy kisses before he felt her tongue ask for entrance, and he obliged, their tongues now circling inside his mouth. She moved her hips around until she was positioned just below his erection, and started grinding against him, sending an electric feeling coursing through his body.

"Fuck," he grunted, their tongues still intertwined. She smirked as they kept kissing, and grinded faster, the stiffness of his member turning her on as well. Robin couldn't handle it anymore, and reached his hand down to her ass, trying to grab it. Raven grabbed his wrist and swung his arm back down, then glared at him.

"I said, no touching where you're not allowed to."

"I need it," he breathed, and his other hand lashed out. His fingers had barely grazed her skin before they were wrapped in a dark aura and pinned down on the bed. She pressed down on him more, pushing him further down into the mattress. Raven pressed her forehead to his, then stared into him with her icy gaze that had terrified countless others.

"We can do this the easy way…" she began, before raising a hand. Two cuffs made of her dark energy appeared around his wrists, fixing his arms above his head. "Or the hard way. It's your choice."

"Easy," he gasped. "Easy." She smiled and the cuffs disappeared.

"Good boy." She resumed grinding herself against him and started kissing his neck, occasionally sinking a few teeth into certain spots. His dick was painfully hard now, and there was nothing he could do except put his hands on her back and take it. He groaned at his helplessness, his inability to do anything to relieve his arousal. This only served to have the opposite effect on Raven, who was thoroughly enjoying the sight of their leader so tortured and in her control.

"Your pants are doing more work than I am. That's no fun," she whispered disapprovingly. She got up and moved a little off of him, before undoing his belt and yanking them off. His cock formed a tall bulge in his boxer briefs, a wet spot on the tip. "This is the reason you had to be such an asshole today, huh?" she said, putting a hand on it. She cupped the entirety of his crotch in her hand, giving it a squeeze and eliciting loud groans from him. "Is this what you wanted, Boy Blunder? You horny little boy?" she asked, gripping it tighter in her hand.

"Yes," he answered between deep breaths. She smirked and started stroking the shaft, causing him to gasp. The sight of her half-naked and the physical pleasure was making him blank out, and he found himself unable to form coherent thoughts in his head.

"I know you want more, but you're not going to get that tonight," she told him. "You don't deserve it. But what you do deserve is a little reminder of how to behave." She straddled him and laid on top of him again, resuming the grinding. Robin was going insane with the feeling of just two thin layers of clothing separating them, the fact that he was so close now. Raven moved over to his collarbone and sunk her teeth in just above it.

"Hah…Rae…" he gasped. She didn't respond, continuing to bite into his skin. It hurt a little bit, but it felt more like an uncontrollable itch that he couldn't do anything about. She finally stopped after a minute, gazing at his collar and seeming satisfied.

"Nice and red," she whispered. "Now, for the other one…" She moved over to his other side and bit in again. Robin's physical senses were overloaded from his dick hard against her waist, to her hands gripping his pecs tightly, to her teeth deep in his skin. She finished marking him and brought her face back to in front of him again.

"Tell me what you want, Richard."

"You," he croaked. She narrowed her eyes and placed one hand on his neck, applying some pressure.

"Say it properly, Richard. Tell me what you want," she hissed.

"I want you, Raven," he said. "I want you so fucking badly. Please."

"Good." She smirked at him yet again, then traced a finger around his neck. "I'm not done with you quite yet. You'll be able to hide the other two. But not this one…" She pressed her lips to his neck, and he felt her teeth on it a second later.

"Don't," he begged.

"That's the point, Boy Blunder," she whispered, momentarily stopping. "You're gonna show this mark to everyone, whether you want to or not. And remember two things. One, that you're mine. And two…" She bit into him again aggressively, while circling her tongue around the spot. "Be on your best behavior." She broke away and examined her work, a deep red bruise a little over an inch in length imprinted on his neck. They stared at each other, the look of satisfaction on her face a stark contrast to the storm of emotions showing on his shocked expression.

"I'm going to be leaving now," Raven announced.

"Wh-what?"

"I told you you weren't going to get what you wanted. I have one last gift for you." A single finger of hers became enveloped in darkness, before she tapped the top of his member. He felt heat course through his crotch, like he was on the verge of orgasm, before it stopped and was replaced with a sharp pain in his balls. Robin cried out at the stabbing sensation. "What do you boys call it? 'Blue balls'?" she remarked amusedly. "Well, enjoy it."

"Fuck." It was the only thing he could muster at this point. She leaned into him again with a stern look.

"I know you want to take care of it yourself," she whispered. "But I'm not going to let you. I will know if you have, and next time, you might enjoy this even less. Don't worry. It only lasts a little longer than normal. But let it remind you to just ask nicely when you want something, instead of taking it out on me."

"Okay," he breathed, still in pain.

"Sleep tight," she said, grinning devilishly, before disappearing in a shroud of darkness. Robin's head hit the mattress and he laid spread-eagled on his bed, his head pounding and his entire body covered in sweat. Three angry red marks adorned his collar and neck, he was panting heavily, and he had a pain in his nether regions that was burning him alive. Somehow, he didn't doubt she would know if he tried to alleviate it. He was too terrified to push it. He tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, and everything she'd just done to him. As he lay there, frozen, one thought rang out among all the others swirling around.

Don't mess with the demon.

Tried my hand at writing smut. More scenes to come, which will all be loosely connected. This scene was originally an idea I had for Nest Building before I decided I didn't want to water it down. Future scenes will also most likely not be as long and exposition heavy, good lord.

This will also be hosted on AO3, for obvious reasons.