A/n I haven't been able to finish my own original short story concerning two guys because I over think it so much since I haven't written an m/m story before. But I knew this was coming, so I used this as a way to force myself to just write it, accept it, and push it out. Hope you like it TnE

Also note: this is set in the past. And again, not a purest Raven/BB story. TnE

Mark glanced back at the mirror behind the bar. This was his first night out trying on the new skin. Being a shapeshifter already, he was thrilled to find he had the capability to choose several skins to go out in. By now, the ability to make a skin had become easy enough and Vic had opened up the possibility to the others. Most of them didn't seem too enthused. Rachel was already a fantasy based on everything Raven thought she wanted to change about herself. But in reality, the black haired human was her mask. And Mark wanted one of his own. His Gar skin was more or less a normal version of himself. As if he had grown up completely pale and blonde. Mark, on the other hand, was different, and it was thrilling. There was no telling who this Mark character could be.

Squeezing his way between a few couples, he approached the bar. Everything about him was being critically judged. He was watching how he walked, or how he treated the woman that accidentally bumped into him. The option to change his voice was tempting, but as he quickly spoke an apology of his own, he realized it was too late. A normal speaking voice was easier to keep up anyway. Glancing back, he saw only himself, with slightly demented features. With a sigh, he placed his hands on the counter. Raven had mastered this. Rachel was shy, diminutive, and a bit submissive. Maybe creating a whole new persona on the fly in some bar was harder than he thought. Next week during the Greece mission he could certainly get some practice trying out Mark.

A woman came up on the other side of the bar and Mark felt himself smile. Or, perhaps, there was no time like the present. Maybe Mark could be blunt, more forward with the ladies. She seemed interested enough.

"Yes, ma'am, I would like whatever you cool off with." He kept his voice low and leaned over to tell her. But she only looked at him like 'just give me the fucking drink order, I'm busy.' Smirking, he tried to recover. "Jack and Coke perhaps?"

"Sure," she quickly replied, filling the drink and snatching his card before he could think of a better line. Then off to other customers, the bartender left him to consider his strategy.

"Amy just doesn't have a lot of patience for being hit on, especially by men." A voice came from behind him. The man was taller than Mark, darker haired, and fairly handsome.

"Would she not mind if I was a woman then?" Mark asked turning his body to lean on his right arm and facing the man.

"Not as much. But you wouldn't want to be a woman in this sausage party. All these men fighting for your attention." The gentleman said, sweeping his arm over the bar. Mark followed his gaze, noting that there was a fair amount of men, but not much more than average. As the man's arm came down, Mark's skin perked to life. The hairs on his arm rigid with the sudden realization that the man next to him, the man leaning ever so closer, was very aroused. It wasn't the first time a man had been aroused near him. And not even the first time it had been his doing. But usually, he just brushed it off. Or used it as fuel for his own arousal and found a willing female. However, a few months ago he had spent his first night with a man.

It had been casual enough. A friend asking for a little exploration. The hormones and lust from his friend had been his fuel that night. But that night he followed through with it. Although he had never really been against the idea, he still found it much more enjoyable than he thought he would. The morning after, his friend awoke to dramatically swear off vaginas. While he woke to vow to try everything.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Mark spoke in a hushed voice, eying the man out of the corner of his vision. He didn't get the excited reaction he was hoping for.

So as his handsome man leaned even closer to reach out his hand, Mark took it and held it a tad longer than necessary. The man's eyes lit up as Mark's fingers pulled away from the handshake, dragging along his palm. Mark had no idea if there was some secret gay signal or not. He had never done this. But the man, introducing himself as Jason, seemed to understand. Jason smiled and took a step forward, till they were as close as old friends and not merely horny strangers.

"Are you from around here?" Jason asked.

"Um," Mark paused thinking over his back story, then realized the hesitation was even worse. "Well, I'm visiting, looking for a place to live next month." Taking a sip, Mark tried to hide his automatic disappointed gulp. That was a horrible story.

"Ah," Jason nodded, scanning the room casually. "I like it here, it's a nice place to live."

"Really?" Mark perked up, excited by the prospect of building up his tale. "Have you lived here long?"

"A few years. I live a little bit outside the city though. So on nights when work keeps me late I just stay in the city."

"What do you do?" Mark took a quick breath after he said that, normally he didn't ask women what they did. Usually, he veered away from work because they enjoyed talking about their hobbies or true loves a lot more than what was normally a source of disappointment or stress. But he already had an answer planned for this one.

"I'm a chemical engineer. I mostly work in the technology sector, powering stuff." Jason's mannerisms were calm, his arm was casually leaned on the bar, partially supporting part of his body weight as Mark's was. He shrugged when he spoke, trying to play off his impressive sounding job as if it was no big deal. And although most of his body was still facing the rest of the bar, his eyes kept shifting back to Mark for long stretches of time. Often his gaze lingered down Mark's body when he assumed Mark was looking into his drink. Despite his relaxed stance, Mark could sense his body heating and his heart rate and arousal rising.

"You?" Jason asked, turning more to face Mark.

With a smirk, Mark turned as well. "I'm a doctor. I recently got sent to Jump Central."

"Oh, wow, you look so young," Jason commented. Mark's drink froze in his throat. He wasn't entirely sure how old doctors normally were. "Did you take a lot of credits in high school to get through college early?"

"Oh," Mark smiled, that was good. "Yeah, some." He shrugged as well, being a doctor was nothing impressive. "I also just have a young face." He added, feeling like he couldn't just take Jason's lie so easily. Laughing, he pointed to the young woman running by them again. "I'm still happy when I don't get carded."

Jason grinned, leaning in closer. "So, what do you do at the hospital?"

"I'm a doctor," Mark replied a little confused, causing Jason to laugh lightly.

"Ok, do you know what in particular you'll be doing once you get there?"

"Oh," Maybe he hadn't prepared for this question as well as he had thought. Then it clicked, "I'm going to be an ob-gyn."

"Hm," Jason nodded. Rubbing his chin, Jason glanced back towards the bartender, motioning to his beer. She replied by quickly popping the bottle cap off another and pushing it over to him. "Personal interest of yours?" He asked.

"Yeah," Mark smiled, trying not to laugh at his own perverted joke. The sound of Jason swallowing hard echoed through his head though, and he dropped his voice, leaning over towards Jason. "But I don't like to mix work and pleasure." Jason's eyes rose to meet his, and they both just smiled for a long second.

"And what do you do for pleasure?" Jason asked, his voice equally low. It was deep and full of anticipation as they were only inches apart. The heart thudding in Mark's chest was now matching Jason's pace. Mixing in the air, the scent of Jason's hormones, sweat, and breath were pulling on Mark's desires. It pulled him ever closer to Jason, his own arousal pulsing in his pants. A little spark of nerves flared as Jason's eyes flicked down to Mark's lips. He had only been with one man before this. Maybe this was jumping the gun. Catching himself watching Jason lick his lips, the question finally registered.

"I uh, play video games." At least part of this wasn't a lie. But Jason didn't further question, he only smiled and took a long swig from his beer, straightening a bit. Since there was no follow-up question, Mark scanned the room for something to add.

"And the normal, watch sports and such." Mark's eyes left the screen in the far right corner before Jason could look back.

"Yeah, do you play any?"

"In high school, I played baseball. I don't have much time now, though."

"Understandable," Jason nodded.

"Do you?"

Jason shrugged. "Sometimes. Mostly football." His eyes were fully on Mark now, and the intensity had Mark lowering his glass. "Do you play at all?" His eyes were not moving back to the bar and Mark's eyes darted over his face. The tone of Jason's voice, and hammering heart made the question come off as completely irrelevant to football.

"I have before," Mark replied slowly, hoping to catch the innuendo correctly.

"Do you have a favorite position?" Jason scootched himself over on the bar a little, still giving himself off as completely casual. Had Mark not had the sensitive senses that he did, he would have totally missed everything. But now there couldn't be any doubt they weren't talking about football.

"I'm flexible," Mark answered. It was honest, though he only really had experience at the one. Very literally, one. His friend had been nervous, so it had taken them awhile to get around to actual penetration. But by the time they did, they didn't last long enough to try more than one position. Just as he was about to come out as a rookie, Jason spoke up.

"I'm more of a quarterback type." He scanned back out into the crowd, his arm had relaxed a bit, probably assured that Mark was speaking his language. Normally someone would not say 'I'm flexible' concerning football in such a drawn out suggestive manner.

Mark attempted another swallow at his drink, feigning the same nonchalance as Jason was. But even as the glass touched his lips he felt his throat close up. Coughing slightly, he managed a quick. "Yeah me too," his stutter and flushed skin must have given away his nerves by now. But Jason had only glanced at him, waiting to see if he would continue. Though Mark wasn't sure why he was trying to cover up his inexperience. Truthfully, he wasn't sure what type he was at all. To convince himself, he mentally counted up all the females he had anal sex with so that his words would come out more confident. But Jason didn't seem to care about that part, so he continued.

"But I'm always up for something new."

Jason's smirk grew, watching Mark as he drained his glass. Assuming he had efficiently gotten his novice level out in the open and not scared off the man, Mark found he could once again drink. Jason took the signal and took a good portion of his drink in one long swig.

"I have a room upstairs." Jason bluntly said before throwing back the last bit.

"Huh," Mark sounded as if it had just registered to him, "And I have a free night." Raising his hands he made a show of having nothing to do.

A few minutes later, Mark's back was thudding into the wall of a hotel room. The room was nice, nicer than he had bought for his nights out. It wasn't normal for him to be the one being pushed against something while someone began stripping off his clothes. Normally he was the more aggressive one. And having shot up during puberty, he definitely wasn't used to being the shorter one. It made him feel submissive and slightly vulnerable. Something that only registered when he noticed that Jason had to lean down slightly to kiss him. Gripping the back of the neck in front of him, he also realized he loved it. A night of having someone else calling the shots was almost liberating. The flutter that had appeared at the thought that Jason might not want a rookie, or even the thought of second guessing his own desire had been fully flushed out.

Of course, somethings were different. He wasn't used to having another cock pushed into his thigh. Or the stubble of a 5 o'clock shadow rubbing against his face, neck, and now chest. But some things were exactly the same. The same rise in pulse quickened in both of them with each new item of clothing that was stripped away. The same electricity sparked in their flesh as hands explored naked skin. And the same moans of fulfillment came as tongues tasted every bit they could.

Having been several animals, Mark had an outsider's point of view on humans. He didn't just see life as a stationary human, as one being. He saw the whole human race as just one part of a massive puzzle. And right now, all he saw was one human and another. Gender didn't matter. He just knew that each of them both desired pleasure, and each of them could provide it.

Jason was prepared and gentle. And as the cold sensation of the lube touched his ass, his mind briefly flicked back to the various animals he had already thought of as being useful in this scenario. Although he couldn't use them now, the thought of someone penetrating him had crossed his mind. But now was only meant for experiencing it, so as hard as it was, he forced the thought of shifting from his mind and focused on absorbing every detail of the moment. Jason was still only using one finger, taking everything slow. Even his needy kisses had slowed to tender and long as they explored Mark's neck. The idea of it was thrilling and arousing, but the weird tickling in his stomach forced deep inhales into his mouth. Jason's finger curved noticeably, giving Mark a little jump. Even after his first night, he hadn't been so curious as to search out his own g-spot. But now, the mere indication that someone else was, had his mind quickly leaving the pit in his stomach. The breaths leaving his mouth went from quelling nausea to quelling moans.

Though he wasn't completely successful, as another finger slipped in, one was let loose. The body pressed into him shuttered and Jason began picking up his pace. Grinning to himself, Mark began thanking every bit of his powers for allowing him to feel the subtle shift in Jason's skin as the goosebumps had risen. Mark prided himself on not being too vain. But as Jason's mouth left his assault on his partner's neck, their eyes finally met again as a third finger started to slip in. And Mark had to admit, for being his first guy, he had done pretty well. Jason came in closer, obviously intent on kissing Mark again. And Mark fully wanted to. But after one quick sweep of a tongue, Mark had to pull back. His breath was far too ragged and his need far too much. Mark could feel a few of Jason's drips running down his leg and had to commend him on keeping so slow. But that was enough of that.

Running his hand up Jason's full length before roughly stroking him a few times, he whispered into his ear, "Right now. Right here." A slight growl had escaped, but Mark wasn't sure if anything he said after grabbing Jason fully mattered. Without another word, Mark was turned around, flat on the wall. He heard the notable tearing of a condom wrapper and again had to commend Jason's care and patience. He could learn a few things from Jason. Again, Jason took his time, sliding in very carefully. Slower than Mark honestly needed, but the anticipation of waiting for more added two fold to the experience. By the time Jason had stopped, Mark was surprisingly amazed at his body's ability to accept the full thing. He thought he had fully explored his body's ability to shift, but this was something different. Jason was only a tiny bit bigger than Mark was, though now inside, he felt absolutely huge. Taking a second, Jason simply rested against Mark's back, placing light kisses along his neck.

Then he started to move. At first Mark's reaction was to grit his teeth, but then, as the speed picked up the tightness in his jaw relaxed letting the moans match the building pleasure. Then the noise hit him. He loved that noise because he loved fucking. That feeling of thrusting into someone. Now, not only was the pleasure he was feeling building in his head, but the insider point of view of what his partner was feeling was adding to it. Some nights he had that desire to just let loose and go as hard or fast as he could. But tonight he couldn't, so his partner would need to be the one to do it. He just had to get him there.

Dropping his head back to Jason's shoulder he moaned out a long 'fuck'. Jason grinned as he began to bite Mark's ear. But that wasn't enough. "Harder" Mark whispered. And although Jason complied, it still wasn't enough. Trying to think logistically, Mark started to second guess his quick choice in positions. With a quick slip of his hand, he pushed lightly on Jason's stomach, signaling him to step back.

He did and with a lick of his lips and raise of his brow, he asked, "Not hard enough?" Mark's eyes darted over the body in front of him. For an engineer, he had the body that could rival any of the Titans. And the cocky smirk to match Dick's. Jason knew he was gorgeous and had Mark completely at his fingertips. Returning the devilish grin, Mark took the step to close the gap and gave him a few deep kisses. His own cockiness allowing his fangs to slightly appear a few times as he bit a lip or drew in a tongue. It had the same effect it normally did. Sex seemed to bring out the animal in people. And Jason's hand tightly gripped Mark's neck as he pulled him backward, before turning and pushing Mark to the bed. Jason raised a brow again, but before he could speak, Mark was already flipping over to his hands and knees. If he was going to fully experience being fucked, he wanted it to be done in what he felt was one of the most subordinate positions.

Quickly he scanned the room, wishing he had a mirror somewhere in his field of vision. Though as the feeling of Jason's balls slapping into him grew, he had to accept that would have been pointless. Bending down to his elbows and resting his head on the bed, he closed his eyes and gripped the sheets with both hands. Now, for sure, Jason wasn't holding back. The thought of someone letting loose like this, because of Mark, had him gripping the sheets even harder. The sound of two bodies hammering together, the slick of a penis thrusting into his ass over and over, or even the sound of Jason's breath grunting with each thrust was pushing Mark further and further. Taking a deep breath in through his mouth, Mark let his tongue shift to taste their scents mix in the air. They were both close, and all he wanted was to know what it felt like to feel Jason pulse inside of him. Holding his breath, he pictured it happening and silently wished for it.

Then, Jason slowed and shifted his weight a tad. And just like, that he found what Mark hadn't thought real. An even deeper sense of pleasure. The lightning flooded through Mark. Gasping in shock, Mark could barely make out the sound of Jason groaning himself. Each slow flick over it brought another strike of lightning. The sensation was foreign and amazing and not knowing if he even still possessed the strength to hold on, Mark's fingers temporarily let go of the fabric. Everything, even his breathing, stopped as he focused purely on those strikes. Then his fingers found their grip in an instant as he reflexively held on through the most intense sensation he had felt. Trying to shakenly suck air in through, his nose he blinked a few times. Tears had budded on the corner of his eyes when his body had tightened for the orgasm. Two hands began roaming his back as he calmed down. The cock still inside him must have felt the orgasm for sure, as his ass had squeezed down around it. So now it was Jason's turn to begin his heavy breathing. Gradually he began picking up the pace again. And once at his full speed and power again, he only took about three more hard thrusts before he was gripping Mark with a wild scream. The feeling of Jason's body tremor as it emptied itself into Mark was extremely satisfying and he didn't want Jason to ever leave his ass.

Several minutes later Mark found himself in the shower with Jason, and after realizing he hadn't gotten his card back, down in the bar for a night cap. It was the most comfortable he had felt after a one night stand. They had a wonderful time talking about random shit that came up and parted ways with a simple handshake and good wishes.

Robin's body hit the wall with a bit of force as the red ooze flowed around him. After a quick glimpse at the running black figure, Gar veered towards Robin, no doubt that stuff would be creeping up to his mouth soon.

"No, get X! He can't get away!" Robin ordered, wiggling unsuccessfully in the mess. Gar did as he was told. Shifting to follow the man through a shortcut in the ceiling. Maybe it should cover his mouth, give them a small break. In reality, if X got away with the chip, not much would change. It was an unreleased music program. The company would lose money, but next to people like Slade, this was pretty harmless. And surely not worth Robin almost suffocating.

Gar morphed back just as X was running over him. It caught the man off guard, but he phased away quickly. Being more peeved with Robin now, than X, he only smirked at the man's evasion. X was skilled, he would admit that. And sometimes his feline side liked a little cat and mouse. After a few more misses, he managed to wrap a tentacle crushed the belt's button allowing X to phase. The man stumbled and laughed.

"Come on kid, the insurance on this is probably worth more than the actual program. Can't I just borrow it?"

Gar crossed his arms in an obvious show of stubbornness, "No," he simply said.

"Tell ya what, I'll give it back to you tonight. It's Sunday, they won't even miss it."

Sighing, Gar held out his hand, "Give it to me."

"So, 6 pm, on the Greenway, got it. See you then." X held two fingers up in mock salute as he stepped off the ledge. Gar dropped through the hole as an ant before shifting several times till he reached X. His belt hadn't been fixed yet and he remained solid as Gar pushed him against the wall.

"No, I prefer right here. Right now." Gar added a light growl to it for emphasis, and holding out his hand again he waited for some sign of fear from X. Usually, X didn't emit a lot of fear, he actually liked that about X. It wasn't in a psychotic manner that he was free of fear. More of an 'I'm enjoying life and your little growls won't break me.' And avoiding certain feelings himself with silly games, he could relate a bit. But at least he got X sweating. Leaning in closer, he caught a strong mixture of sweat and something else. His eyebrows scrunched in light confusion. X was aroused. It only took half a second before his eyes went from squinting to wide in shock. X of course, picked up on this.

"Perhaps we should talk about this over breakfast. I suppose that would be the gentleman thing to do." X offered. And Gar couldn't help but smirk. "Or," he kept going, "we could have a game of two-hand touch."

"Oh, really, and what would that entail?" Gar asked, the hand pinning X to the wall moving to wall itself so he could lean in closer. In the distance, Gar could hear Robin shouting for whoever to hurry up in opening the door. It wouldn't be long before they were inside.

X didn't respond right away, probably not expecting a Titan to go along with his advances for once. If he was taken back, it didn't take him long to recover. Lifting his mask just enough, Gar could make out the perfect chin of Jason. But only for a second before he was pulling him in for a kiss. The kisses were hurried for a reason this time, though the hands working at Gar's crotch were no less skilled. Within seconds, Gar was removed from his underwear and being stroked by X. Releasing the wall, Gar ran hands down X's back and over his firm ass, giving it a good squeeze. The man responded in obvious pleasure.

With a crash, the door was blown open. Through the cloud of dust sprang a much less appealing testosterone filled man. Robin immediately looked up to the green teammate, standing by himself on a ledge, facing a wall.

"Where's X!" He yelled, searching the scene, ready to pounce at any minute.

Gar shrugged, "He got away." Then his eyes flicked to where X was hiding, grinning to himself as Robin began yelling more. He knew he should feel a bit of guilt in having slept with an enemy. But knowing what that information would do to Robin added to the pleasure. He loved his friend, but he also loved to get under his skin sometimes. It was so easy. Replacing himself in his pants before the entering Titans could see him, he gave X a quick wink. Then he held up the chip, for X's benefit more than Robins.

"But I got the chip."

X's hand reflexively went for where it was hiding in his pants. Then realizing it wasn't there, gave Gar another little salute and disappeared. Gar turned and finally descended to where Robin was pacing. He was a little pacified by the chip being returned.

"How did he get away?" He asked, back to his normal stern but lower pitch speaking voice. The chip was already back in his safe hands, ready to go back to the tower till they were assured the company was able to fend off another X attack.

"I don't know, he just got the better of me I suppose." Gar scratched the back of his neck, trying to look defeated. Everyone else seemed to accept this and turned around. Thankfully, as a small smile had broken through on Gar's face. Raven, though, stopped and raised a brow at him for a second. She wouldn't admit it, but sometimes she liked to get under Robin's skin and gave Gar a small smile of her own.

Raven always seemed to pick up on things with him. He often wondered how she could be so keyed into his senses and yet so clueless at the same time. As she joined the others in their walk to the exit, he let his gaze wander over her. Years ago he told himself he had gotten over his childhood crush, but deep down he had to acknowledge the tiny flame he still held for her. Years from now, or even just months, they probably wouldn't be together. Dick was already packing to leave. And he had been waiting for the day she got called up to the big leagues. Hell, she deserved it far more than he did. So while they still had time together, he would at least make it enjoyable.

"Hey, beautiful," he called to her, jogging up, "Wanna hear a joke?" She rolled her eyes but stopped her walking anyway.