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Part 4

Raven dreamed. She dreamed, and she did not like it. Her dreams were often of fire, of destruction, of death. The human part of her mourned, or grieved, or tried to process the trauma it had seen with its own eyes. The devastation caused by villainy all over the world, but especially near the Teen Titans' home base in Jump City. It was a common enough theme, after all. She was fifteen, or roughly the equivalent in the way a pure human would count it. She had memories of most of those birthdays, and was reasonably sure that was accurate. But she had been in life-or-death combat with the most murderous, foul, evil people humanity- and some other alien races- could conjure more times than she could count. Innocents had been caught in the crossfire far too often, homes, businesses, cars, livelihoods ruined far, far too often.

She had done a fair bit of that herself in trying to protect her friends or the same innocent civilians.

As her sixteen birthday drew inevitably closer (thankfully still months away), Raven's dreams had slowly started to drift away from the violence and death of moderately well-repressed trauma and the scars it left on one's mind. What replaced those post-traumatic dreams were...

Worse.

A hundred, no, a hundred million times, worse.

Her father, Trigon the Terrible.

His coming would make the local damage caused by most villains the Titans fought seem like a Sunday afternoon in a park- on steroids, whatever that meant in this context- and across not just Jump City, not even the world, but the universe. This would not be the first he had destroyed, after all. She knew he was capable of it, she had been getting flashes of her 'destiny' since she was born.
Had seen him destroy undecillions of lives in one motion, one word. He was not a deity, not truly, but he may as well have been that powerful for all the defense most worlds had against him.

Azar and Arella, her mentor and her Terran mother, had sent her here because Earth was... safer than most. There was, at least, a higher concentration of meta-beings than elsewhere in the universe as far as they could divine. Earth, at least, had a fighting chance to stop Trigon before his whole being entered this reality.

That was why Raven stayed, even though she knew she was bringing danger to her friends. Friends, those precious people, that precious word, that most precious series of relationships for which she would almost- almost- trade the entire universe for.

The math, no matter how much she wanted it to, just did not add up. Robin's life was not worth ten billion worlds, and all their myriad inhabitants. Nor was Cyborg's, or Starfire's. Even Jynx's, and she was technically an enemy for all they had started to find some common ground, lately. ... Well, that was perhaps more of a fair trade. Raven could let the other gray-skinned girl she knew die to save countless worlds. That would be... unfortunate, but understandable in her mind.

One might notice- even dreaming, Raven did- that her mind had not mentioned one member of her team, yet.

Beast Boy. Could she trade his life for a billion worlds?

Yes, she told herself, as much in trying to convince the Cambion of her own intentions as anyone who might be happening to listen in on her half-aware dream-state. Even then, she wasn't sure she believed it. Beast Boy... meant something to her. Something different, something special, something no other friend or team-mate she had did.
Raven, of course, had no idea what that something was, but it was irritating. Frustrating. Rather like Beast Boy himself, actually. But also... soothing. Comforting, even... balancing. And that was a word that Raven found herself incredibly shocked to be applying to how Beast Boy made her feel. He himself seemed so very out of balance even without her empathy telling the sorceress that he was merely trying to cope with several traumas and insecurities himself, that she would never have suspected he could balance her.

But... but he was. He had, he continued to so so. Unless, somehow, Raven drove him away, he would likely continue to do so.

That, in itself, was frightening. Robin knowing the innermost workings of her soul was terrifying, but she at least knew he would be... careful. Cautious. He would not take action to unbalance her unless he had to, and only with precision and care like he did everything.

Beast Boy? He could potentially, with minimal effort, take her carefully-wrought nine-to-the-nth-power balancing act (sub-emotions included) and throw it so entirely out of whack that a colossal black hole appearing in Solar system between Jupiter and Mars would throw that careful cosmic dance awry.

That was what terrified her. He could, so easily, make her insane. He proved it with every prank, and most of his lame jokes.

Yet while her spinning plates wobbled on their pencil-thin stands...
They did not fall. Each one he spun only... span faster. As if... as if he was sustaining them, somehow, by his very... nature.
Was the chaos he brought into her life, the madness, the insanity, the stupid jokes, the even worse pranks, the mess, the indecisive, spontaneous behavior... a balance? A balance to her?

Raven's eyes popped open in her bed, and she stared up at the ceiling, barely registering that she was awake. No... no, that was ridiculous. Starfire and Robin were made for each other, any idiot could see that.

But her and... Beast Boy? No way.

No way in any hell that had ever been conceived by human, god, or devil.

It was just absurd. He was so... not her type. If she had a type, which Raven of Azarath most certainly did not, thank you.

But he did, somehow, bring her balance. The rational part of Raven's mind had to acknowledge that as she sat up, rubbed the poor sleep from her eyes, and looked down herself. As usual, she was wearing only a thin, dark purple nightie that did little to conceal herself. But who would dare come into her room unannounced, uninvited? Besides, it was comfortable, one of the few purchases Starfire had foisted on her a couple of shopping trips ago that she hadn't despised.

Who cared if Robin or Cyborg or Beast Boy, even, saw a hint of a shadow of dark purple nipples through the semi-sheer satin? Raven knew she looked pretty good, for a freakish weird half-demon. Her silhouette, at least, was the envy of many of Jump City's beautiful young women (while the taller, more statuesque Starfire was the envy of the rest). It wasn't like any of the boys would do anything about it, except maybe stare.

Cyborg probably actually would, yes, then feel incredibly embarrassed about what he was thinking about the girl- well, one of them- he thought of as a little sister. Robin would almost certainly glance, then glance away several times more, all while hiding behind his mask. But his mask didn't hide his emotions, and he would feel incredibly conflicted. He had every other time Raven had noticed him noticing her. He knew she was off-limits better than anyone, but it didn't stop him from looking sometimes. It also didn't stop him from feeling very guilty afterward, for both doing so uninvited (and unwanted, though Raven could admit to herself a small pang of pride whenever it happened, because while Robin was also not her type, she knew full well he could have any woman in Jump City in his bed at the drop of a hat, and he still looked to Starfire and then her more than any other), but also for, well, not looking at Star, instead.

Raven rolled her eyes as she stripped and stepped into the shower. They were such idiots, both of them. Star's feelings for Robin were, at least, plain to see. Tamaranean or not, the princess's powers were fueled by her emotions, in almost the same way as Raven's, if from the opposite side of the coin. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and it was always Robin she was trying to impress, whose attention she wanted to get, and who she wanted to speak to more than any other. And it wasn't like her alien emotions were harder to read than a normal human's. As guarded as Starfire could be (and for all her innocence, Raven knew very well her life had been hard indeed, harder than anyone but her suspected, and probably harder than anyone but Star herself knew, so she was very guarded indeed in some ways), those same emotions were... raw, more primal, more basic than the nuances most humans had. They were stronger, fiercer, but less prone to vagaries and whims, so Star was easy to read. Almost like reading a children's book as opposed to an adult's novel.
Not that Star was childish. She had been through too much for that, and Raven knew it.

In fact, the Tamaranean herself might have stared at Raven as she showered, she'd caught her at it before. Not with lust, necessarily, for that emotion was as plain in Star as any other (though there was sometimes a little), but with admiration, or rarely, jealousy.

Raven was just bigger in the chest, if not by much, and Starfire was as prone to envy in that regard as any human woman she'd ever met. It was almost amusing, considering that Raven herself agreed with most of the populace that of the five of them, Starfire was the most good-looking overall.
Beast Boy, though? He would stare... and probably drool. She imagined it, a small smile gracing deep indigo lips as the green face went wide-eyed, and wider-mouthed, his eyes locked on her chest as a line of liquid began to drip. What would he do if he saw her now, in even less, and surrounded by only steam and water droplets?

Probably have an aneurism. Or maybe he would do what the perverted boys in those anime he watched did, and get a nose-bleed.

But it wasn't like... like it would surprise him. Would it? He'd seen her in similar states of dress, knew her form at least as intimately as any of them could, really. The hazards of spandex: body-hugging sometimes left one with a camel-toe, even if your suits were specially designed to prevent it.

But it was also true he'd never actually seen her without clothing.

Even if he probably does... think of you as a... a sexual creature, Raven haltingly thought to herself, her rampaging imagination brought up cold by Shy, who could... well, stop most of her emotions dead in their tracks with a few words.

But even Shy, in her head, was... was blushing. Blushing while smiling softly!

Traitor, her rational mind growled, and the internal self went and hid, as she'd intended.

She was not supposed to be happy that Beast Boy was thinking about her that way! His perverted self was probably blowing this whole thing out of proportion as she showered and eventually got dressed in her usual uniform. It was a work-day, after all.

She wasn't being a pervert, thinking about that dog-cock in her hand, or how its yellow cream had been almost scalding-hot against her cool skin.

Or that look the fluffy green monster had given her before passing out of the communal room into the dormitory hall.

She couldn't decide what that look meant, and it had been the focus of her thoughts for the majority of the night. She'd settled on two, but those two possible meanings were equally viable in her mind. Well, three, but she (for some Gods-and-Demons-be-damned reason), she really hoped the look wasn't intended to convey, "How dare you, we aren't like that, don't do that again."

One possibility, of course, was, "Ooh, let's do that again!" Or some variation on the theme.

The other, and one that terrified Raven even as it excited her, was, "Your turn, next."

Her thoughts focused, as she walked down the hall with the last moisture in her hair being fluffed out via a minor spell she had mastered at the age of four, on just how weird it was that the first didn't terrify her, or particularly excite her. She would... she would be willing to do it again. It was strange, unusual, fascinating, but she would be willing. If only for... experimentation's sake.

Raven should have expected to be surprised by what happened that night, long after the other Titans were in their rooms, a quiet day behind them.

She really should have.

But it was hard to predict Beast Boy at the best of times, and for most of the day he'd just acted as if nothing was new or different, as if nothing had happened that night to cause alarm or indicate that anything was out of the ordinary. As if she hadn't given him a hand, so to speak, while he was a dog.

Raven, if anything, was the one that was acting strangely because she kept catching herself watching him as the five of them took advantage of the quiet day to do some deep cleaning Cyborg's small army of robots were not able to do very well. Even Beast Boy helped, but she shouldn't have been too surprised by that, he didn't mind cleaning. He was just not too fussed about doing it in his own space.

It was precisely that unpredictability that made him so powerful a combatant, far and away a stronger ability in Raven's estimation than shapeshifting.

She shouldn't have been caught off-guard though, when he entered her room unannounced while Starfire was taking her turn on night watch. Raven had stepped out of the shower with only a towel around her body, magic drying her hair again, after an effort to wipe away the lingering dust, grime, and scent of cleaning chemicals from her body before bed.

Just because he had never entered her room before, at least unannounced, did not mean that he couldn't. Even if her door was locked. Because the pile of clothes that hadn't yet made it down the laundry chute twitched a few times, very visibly catching her attention, before the towel dropped, and then a green mouse scurried out of it, its emotions burning with shame and guilt and surprise.

Raven's eyes narrowed, and one hand, still covered in water droplets, raised. Black energy encircled, it and almost the mouse, but it dodged to the side, racing several of its body-lengths away, facing the other direction. Then it whirled and spun, and a moment later Beast-Boy, freshly showered himself, appeared with his hands over his eyes, "S- Sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Why are you in my room?" Raven asked coldly, already charging up energy to either blast him in the back or strangle him. Maybe maim him forever, so the sight of her in a towel was the last thing he'd ever see.

"I just wanted to talk! I didn't know you were in the shower!" The energy around her hand did not lessen. In fact, it intensified, "And how long have you been lurking in here?"

"N- Not long, I swear, R- Raven," Beast Boy cried out, stuttering in clear fear, "Less than a minute!"

"Get out."

Despite his fear, however, and the audible fury in her simple command, Beast Boy did not take a single twitch toward the door. Instead, he bowed his head, his hands fell to his side in clenched fists. "Please. I- I need to talk to you."

"It can wait," she growled, the energy suddenly moving to apply pressure- not forcefully, but enough he could feel a shove- against his back, "until I'm dressed."

"O- Oh. Oh, y- yeah, I- I can wait for that," the green teen replied, sounding sheepish suddenly rather than terrified, "I... I didn't even think about that."

That stung. More than she would like to admit, even to herself. Did he truly, really, not even think of her that way?

Even after what she'd done...?

Her door opened with a mental command and a tiny thread of magic. The one that physically threw the target of her ire out into the hall (and the wall opposite) was a little more forceful, but he was already shifting into something pliable and soft. He'd be fine.

A few minutes later, the door opened under her command again. This time, all Beast Boy could see of her was a slightly pink-tinged gray jawline and cheeks, and her cloak. The hood was up, concealing almost all of Raven's expression aside from her slightly narrowed eyes and the firm set to her lower lip, and the the two halves were completely closed, overlapping so that not a hair of the rest of her was visible. "What?"

Beast Boy was dressed in his usual pajamas, she took a moment to notice, shorts and a tank top with those stupid little crocs that too many people wore as footwear simply because Robin had made it a rule that no one was to walk around in bare feet. You never knew what traps might be sprung, he said, and since they worked from home it was an OSHA violation. Or something. Raven honestly didn't care. What she cared about was...

Was he always that well-toned?
No, no, she was mad at him! She had seen Beast Boy in a tank-top before, it was nothing special. He worked out like that all the time!

She was not checking him out.

The younger boy, shorter than her by a half-inch still (though he was just hitting another growth spurt, where she was probably done getting taller at least), glanced up and down the hall nervously. "I'd... it's kind of... personal. Can we, um, talk inside?"

Her eyes narrowed, and Beast Boy watched the lower part of Raven's mouth tighten further.

"P-Please? Pretty please?"

One of her eyes twitched, closing marginally further and then widening again several times in a second. "Fine. But make it quick."

"O-Okay."

She stood in the center of the bedroom's open space, her bed behind her, the small dresser and vanity she allowed herself to her left, with her larger mirror- the portal to Nevermore- next to the bathroom and her closet on the right, with the bookshelves lining... well, the rest of the available space, even partially blocking the window that overlooked Jump Bay.

It was a nice view (and she could also admit a guilty pleasure of enjoying watching the giant ships come in and out of the industrial side of the port), but the books were clearly more important.

Beast Boy stopped just inside the door when it slid closed behind him, clearly nervous as he glanced about the room. There was no sign that, just a few minutes before, a (mostly) naked superheroine had been dripping wet on the soft lavender carpet. That was... that was good. He would've been too nervous to talk if he was wishing the towel would fall, or- or something.

Raven's eyes narrowed once more. Pervert, she thought.

Not that she could blame him, not really, Logic scolded, because she was just undressing him with her eyes seconds ago. Logic, too, was whisked away (though not as far, she was too important to force into hiding like Shy). "Well?"

"It's," he started, stopped, and then started again, "It's about, um... l- last night."

Suddenly her eyes were narrow slits, and she looked at her team-mate as if he was the worst sort of supervillain. "What... about last night?"

Something, perhaps her deadly-soft tone, told Beast Boy he was treading on most dangerous ground... but he was almost foolishly brave, as always. His chin came up, his chest puffed out just a little- bravado, she knew, more than bravery, but something at least- but there was still a slightly devious glint in his forest-green eyes as the changeling said, "I had the strangest dream. I'm wondering if you, well, are any good at interpreting them."

Dream.

A 'strange dream'. Raven knew instantly what he was referring to. "Damn you," she whispered, so quietly that even Robin might have missed it. Beast Boy's ears were more sensitive than anyone on the team's, though, even more than Cyborg's sometimes.

He smiled almost cheekily, and Raven knew she'd been had yet again.

If he'd just come out and said it, she could deny it, say he must've been dreaming. But since he had started with the dream, and come to her as an expert, for advice, she couldn't very well turn him down. It was a well-laid trap, and one she'd walked right into. Practically created herself, in fact. She could not turn down a friend in need, especially when less reputable sources would only cause problems.

Raven also really didn't want another person- especially a fraud or hack- to 'interpret' Beast Boy's 'dream'! That would be... well, the public relations nightmare alone would be terrible, before the paparazzi got involved and the tabloids starting printing who-knew-what.

"Fine, let's talk about your dream," she emphasized, then turned around and with a motion, caused her two sitting chairs (normally occupied by herself and Starfire, the only Titan who dared frequent Raven's room besides herself) to pull out from the table her magical tea set sat on, and moved to sit in the one furthest from the door. She knew the subtle cue would be lost on Beast Boy, but had to try anyway. "But keep it professional. Dream analysis can be... tricky."

Another gesture and a trickle of energy caused a few books- seemingly at random- to fly out from around the room and stack themselves in a spiral (easier to pick up just one than a neat stack, she had fount) next to the same tea set, which began to steam a moment later. Then she sat down, taking care to leave her cloak closed tightly. She did not need to give her perverted team-mate any more... ideas. Or memories.

Once he was seated too, Raven picked up a notebook, one of the several books she had summoned, and a pen that was left on the table from her quick additions to the week's grocery list, and crossed her ankles as she leaned back in the comfortable arm-chair. "Alright, first, tell me about this dream."

"W- Well, first, I have to say that, in this dream," Beast Boy half-teased, though she could tell he was trying to at least pretend to be serious, because he was nervous too, "I was... a dog."

He paused while Raven made a note, or pretended to. She already knew where this was going, after all. "I see. Do you often- dream- of being a dog? Never mind, we can do questions later. Continue."

He did, skipping over the mundane aspects of most of it, but emphasizing just how good it feels for a canine to have their ears scratched, or their belly rubbed. It isn't even sexual, he hastened to emphasize when her eyes narrowed at the last part, "it's more like a good tea and a bubble bath and a day at the beach and sunshine and a great sandwich all at once," he finished, taking a sip of the small cup he had just raised for emphasis.

Then, of course, he got to the racier bits, and Raven could not keep her face, even hidden underneath the hood of her cloak, from burning red. Not with shame- she was not ashamed of her action- but definitely with embarrassment. More that she had been caught than anything else, she told herself. Maybe that was even true.

"W- Well, you see, that's where the- the dream- got w-weird," Beast Boy continued, looking away sheepishly once more, and sat down his suddenly trembling tea-cup. "My friend, she... she saw something, uh, happen..."

It was almost clinical, the way Beast Boy described what had happened. A natural response from a teenage boy to a girl he thought was attractive, only he happened to be a dog at the time. Her shirt was a little short, or had ridden up. A bit of her tummy was visible, either way. And he was able to see a nice view of her chest from below, and... well, he was a teenage boy.

A teenage boy with a horrid mess of hormones from all sorts of different animals messing with him all the time. Because while he was a teenage human boy (sort of), he was also an adolescent... whatever animal he turned into.

Sometimes those trace chemicals were left in his brain when he transformed, that only made sense.

What didn't make sense in his dream, the way Beast Boy faithfully described it, was her reaction. Well, 'his friend in the dream's' reaction, but they both knew who they were talking about. And that was why he wanted to talk.

"I mean, I like- my friend- Beast Boy admitted, his own face turning a strange puce beneath the green, "a- a lot. But... but I'd never think she would... um, l- like me back. That way. Or- or any way, really."

Shit.

He has said it. Said the words she had loathed, dreaded, and longed to hear all at the same time.

"It's a good thing this was all a dream then," Raven forced herself to say quietly, "because if it was real, it sounds like your relationship with your team- especially that team-mate- would be... strained. Perhaps to the breaking point, or beyond it."

"Y- Yeah," Beast Boy murmured equally quietly, and for a moment Raven felt guilty at the sudden wash of sadness she felt from her companion. Clearly, he did feel quite strongly for her. But... but it was just foolishness. They- she- had long known she couldn't be romantic with anyone, after all. Especially since she would be gone within a year, if the world- the universe- itself wasn't gone. She couldn't afford to waste time with frivolities. She had to get stronger, strong enough to stop her father. Romance could wait... or never come. She was fine with either, or so she told herself.

"At any rate, it sounds honestly like- the dream of a young man who can change into an animal, combined with the normal dreams most teenagers have," Raven concluded, her voice and tone returning to a more relaxed, but business-like manner. "I can point out here and here there is some, er, confusing symbology... if you're interested. But it seems mostly like the delusions of a person who wanted something to happen that hasn't, and won't likely ever, happen."

"I see," Beast Boy murmured quietly once more, then stood up. He pasted a smile onto his face, his eyes twisting up in that hateful, hurtful way that made her insides twist and ache. "Well... it's been great doc, but my time's almost up. I'll see myself out."

She hated it. Hated all of it. But she couldn't afford to like him as more than a friend, or a team-mate. She couldn't be distracted, and he was distracting, terribly so.

He had to walk away, had to know that- for now- there was no chance of it happening again. It was just... better this way. She couldn't love Beast Boy, not the way he clearly loved her.

He was at the door, his hand a half-inch over the pad that opened it, when Raven's mind underwent a sudden and inexplicable (to her, at least) change. A realization, perhaps, a workaround.

Something, anything, her mind grasped at straws beyond the pale, beyond most human's ability to even imagine.

Then she found it, the solution. A solution, anyway, and her mind, her mouth, shouted out before she could stop herself. "Wait, you- you didn't let me finish."

Morose, rejected, dejected, green yes, forlorn and hopeless, turned over Beast Boy's tank-top clad green shoulder, "Y- Yeah?"

Raven stood up, and the robe opened. She was wearing her nightshirt under it, but that was it, no bra, no panties... just semi-sheer violet material. "I said it- the dream- might not happen, probably wouldn't happen again... unless... unless..."

"Unless what?" Beast Boy asked quietly, not turning around any further though his gaze was transfixed on the six or seven inches of her he could suddenly see. "I'm... I'm tired, Rae. You've made your feelings- or you've explained the dream friend's feelings- quite clearly. I need to go to bed. Thanks... for your help."

It was incredibly amusing (and more than a little arousing) for Raven to see him war with himself. An erection suddenly sprang up in his shorts, yes, at the sight of her. But he was heartbroken, lost, too. A dream come true in one hand, and a nightmare in the other. "Unless," she whispered, unable to believe what she was saying even as the words passed her inhuman lips, "you... return the favor."

Beast Boy gaped, and his hand dropped from the door panel to his side as he turned, dumbfounded.

Raven wasn't gaping, but she was just as shocked at what she had done.

Even if she knew it was coming, she had been powerless to stop it. Powerless to make him hurt any more than she already had. "Come here, Beast Boy," she murmured, and sat back down on the chair, her eyes watching him expectantly.

His eyes devoured her as he took the twelve steps necessary to cross her uncluttered room and stand before her. "Rae... what- What are you... doing?" he asked, no, begged. That was not the tone of a simple question, Curiosity pointed out in her mind, there's something more there.

Vulnerability, Anger growled from deep inside her cage, He's weak now- now is the time to pounce!

Raven shuddered as she dropped the internal cage over that particular emotion. It should have had a place here, if they were being rational. But it didn't, because rationality had fled the moment Raven made the offer. "I'm saying," she replied, voice shaking a little as her knees opened further, "that if you want me to- to touch you like that again, you should return the favor. It's my turn."

"Um, Oh. Okay... I'll... are you sure? I mean... are you... serious?"

One of Raven's eyebrows rose.

Beast Boy knew her well enough to get the hint, and sank to his knees, almost between her own. He dared rest one- just one- hand on her joint. "Rae, I-"

"A few rules," she interrupted, trying to be stern even though just the touch on her knee was making her crazy in this position."

"Anything," the younger teen exhaled breathily, his eyes locked not on her body to her surprise, but on her face, her eyes, her mouth.

The Sorceress held up a finger for each point, "One, and this supersedes all other rules: I'm in charge. I say how far, and when we go."

"Okay," he acquiesced at once, "I'd never just-"

"I know, Beast Boy," she interrupted again, "just... that's it, for one. Rule two: Clothes stay on. That's subject to change, in the future, if you can be a good doggy and follow the rules."
She could practically imagine his tail wagging already just from the way Beast Boy's countenance lit up with joy at the prospect. "Three: No one ever finds out about this. Cyborg, Star, Robin- if anyone finds out, you die first. Painfully. I'm not even pretending to joke, do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes," he replied, sounding just as serious, but also returning at once to a pensive, nervous expression behind the sharp-toothed smile she didn't adore, damn it.

"F-Four," she continued, her own voice quavering with now barely-restrained eagerness as she tried, so hard, tremendously hard, to keep him from getting the (all too true) idea that she wanted this as much as he did, "If I say stop, you stop. We stop. It can only happen if I actively consent or ask for it."

He nodded quickly.

"Five, no emotions. No- no feelings. This is- is just two friends, helping each other feel- nice. For a bit."

Friends, Love and Lust both laughed within her mind, that's all? No emotions? Who are you trying to kid, girl, the former piped up while the latter continued to laugh while salivating at her Beast-Boy shaped body pillow she most certainly didn't want one of for real.

Again, she felt the plummet in Beast Boy's emotions, but the slightly stronger glimmer that she interpreted as, roughly, "If that's all I get, that's better than nothing."
It was almost... depressing, how eager to please her he was.

It was almost a pity they could never really be... together. But that was the way life was, a series of disappointments, each more devastating than the last, sometimes.

"A- Alright, go ahead," she told him, and scooted forward with her hips a little more.

But Beast Boy did not start. Instead, he raised a hand himself, his voice husky and half-growling, though not with any sort of anger or frustration that she could detect, "I have a couple of my own."

"This isn't a negotiation, Beast Boy," she reminded him sternly.

"It isn't," Beast Boy agreed at once, "but you won't disagree with these anyway. Rule six: I also can say stop if I think we're going too far."

Again, her right eye twitched with annoyance... but he was right. She sighed as if greatly put-upon, "Fine, fine... what else?"

"If- and I know it's a big if- we, uh, ever- ever go- you know, further, then... then there has to be, uh, protection. I don't want a kid this young."

Raven's eyebrows raised.

Her stomach plummeted.

She hadn't been thinking about letting it go that far, but she also knew teenage emotions were tempestuous at best, and that could change in an instant. What if- the odds were so small, but what if- he did actually get her pregnant? She, a Cambion, was likely to be able to breed with almost anything, though the odds weren't good of any particular insemination doing the trick. But Beast Boy was also a shapeshifter, and it was entirely possible that he was almost supernaturally fertile.

Many of his animalistic traits, after all, carried over from one form to the next, or in his default humanoid form.

It was... it was a higher possibility than she liked to admit. Slim chances still, but non-zero. "That's- that's a smart idea, Beast Boy," she conceded, "I... I wasn't planning on it ever going that far, but- if, by some miracle, it does... then I agree. Two layers is probably best. Like- like me on the pill, and probably something else. Condoms, maybe."

He nodded, "S- Sure," and turned as red as she was.

They were idiots. What fools were talking frankly about sex at their age? Probably too many, but also not enough, given the rate of teen pregnancies in the world. But in their line of work? It was foolhardy in the extreme. At least their discussion would likely avoid that scenario!

"And- and about the other thing, I agree. Yes, you can also say stop, and I'll stop. Sorry I was- inconsiderate. I just imagined you were... up for anything."

Returning to his sheepish, almost bashful expression, Beast Boy shrugged nonchalantly, "I probably am. Just figured, you know, equal gender rights and all, heh, heh... So... that was it. Um..."

Raven's violet eyes rolled, "Yes, I'd like you to start. Just... be gentle. I've never, um... had anyone do this, before."

She should not have been surprised by the devilish grin that broke over his face. "Really?"

"No! What do you think I am, some kind of slut?"

"No, of course not," he backpedaled, actually recoiling a little from her half-shout, "it's just... well, I kind of figured that.. you know, you're you, and someone would've... you know, wanted to do... stuff. Like, I don't know, Herald... or Malchi-"

"If you finish that name I'm punting you straight out of this dimension, Garfield Logan," she growled, her nipples tightening in shame and embarrassment at the worst failure of her life (so far). A moment of weakness that was perilously close to this one, now that she thought about it, and far too fresh in her mind.

"Sorry," he stopped after wincing at how quickly his mouth had clapped shut. "Too soon?"

"The end of eternity will be too soon."

"Ah... Fair enough. So... yeah, I didn't mean to say or implying anything," he clarified, "it's just... you know. Even Aqualad had eyes on you for a while. Still does, I think."

"Aqualad is an ass and a predator," Raven sniffed, "I do not appreciate the company of men or boys who have a different partner every night."

"C- Cool," Beast Boy chuckled, but looked away again. "Um... you... you do know it's... not the f- first? For me?"

This time, it was Raven's turn to recoil in the chair a little. Of course she hadn't known! "I... Terra?"

He nodded shyly, but didn't say anything, only stared vaguely toward her enchanted mirror.

She should have known the skinny anti-hero-terrorist-villain-whatever-the-slut-was would have taken him, claimed him... if only to spite Raven for feelings that, at the time, weren't so conflicted.

Raven sighed, "It's done. It's fine- it's not like we're together, or anything. Just friends helping each other out."

Again, she felt the small pang of pain from inside him... and her, too. Hers, at least, had a name: Jealousy.

"But," he concluded, trying to put a positive spin on things as always, "it means I won't be quite a bumbling idiot, since I've, you know, done it before."

With another roll of her eyes, she muttered, "Fine, just- get to it, before I lose interest."

Thinking about Beast Boy going down on the skinny, blonde girl who had once masqueraded as a team-mate was both... disturbing, and oddly erotic. Either way, she didn't really want to think about it any more, thank you. She could and would much rather imagine him or see him go down on her.

Beast Boy didn't say anything else. Instead, he only started proving he did have some experience, by starting a line of grazing, feather-light kisses up the inside of her bare thighs. One side two, three kisses, then the other, and back, until his cheeks were brushing against the bottom of her nightie and Raven was panting softly.

He looked up at her, and the only word that came to her mind to describe Beast Boy's expression in that moment was sultry. Without words, he asked a simple question: Stop, or continue?

In more verbose terms, "Are you still alright with this, or is our relationship changing for the worse by doing it? Do you want me to keep going, or are you worried we can't still be friends if I do?"

Raven actually forced herself to stop and think about it for about three seconds. Then her left arm came down and tugged the fabric up, revealing her bare, hairless, silver-gray slit. It was, she knew, already glistening with gathered moisture.

Damn him, for making her want him so much!

No.. no emotions. This was just pleasure, and release of tension. Like a massage.

That was it.

His first kisses- not fingers, as she had anticipated, since the deal was to return the favor, not escalate it- made Raven want to punch Beast Boy. She hadn't given him permission to do that, after all!

But...

But, it also felt really good... and would, no doubt, bring her to the release she wanted sooner, which meant this horrible idea she had cooked up would be over sooner, and they could return to normal.
Normal. Yes, that was good... so... orgasm first, and that meant... yes, she would... would allow him to contin- continue. "Mmmmnn," she moaned, and before she could stop herself, Raven realized one of her hands was grabbing at a fistful of Beast Boy's unruly, pine-green hair.

Two kisses on her outer folds was all it had taken, and she was already...
No, she couldn't be addicted, not that fast. It was just- the newness of it all, she decided.

Yes, that was a good excuse. She roughly pushed down the voices in her head saying that an excuse was all it was. They didn't matter.

Beast Boy kissed each side of her outer lips gently six, seven times, up and down, then inhaled and blew a hot, yet cooling breath over the tucked-in hood that held her clitoris, and Raven shivered. "Whoah," he chuckled, "you like that, huh?"

"Yes," she moaned, and Beast Boy did it again, before pressing his lips, moistened by her own juices, against her clit and suckling for just a moment. Lightly, because it seemed like he really did know what he was doing, before backing off and moving lower.
His tongue was next, darting in and out, tasting each tender ridge and fold of her, deeper than anyone but her fingers had ever been... and then further, into her core itself, his verdant-green tongue thrust and pushed again and again, as if he were fucking her with just that organ.

Her pleasure mounted higher, and higher... and then peaked.

He was good, so good, far better than she had imagined. Better even than her fingers, or even spells could make her feel.

But it wasn't taking her over.

Something was missing.

"Dog," she groaned after a good five minutes of Beast Boy energetically going at her nether region with his mouth and, at the end, some fingers. "Turn into a dog and lick me, Beast Boy, please."

All motion against her body stopped. She stared. He stared back.

Had she- had she really said that? Out loud?

Neither could believe it.

Then, slowly, that devilish green smile was back. "Raven's a pervert," Beast Boy announced to the room, "who likes... Beastiality."

"Idiot," she moaned, but, at the same time, she could not rightly deny it. She did not, though. Did she? Sure, she had... been interested in what the dog was like. Who wouldn't be a little curious? But that didn't mean- Oh. Oh my.

He had done it.

Not the same small lap-dog as before, but a Great Dane, capable of overpowering her on mass alone if she used no magic. Sitting, he towered over her, sleek, muscular, massive.

Green eyes, Beast Boy's familiar, friendly, powerful eyes, looked out from the canid face, and the long, long tongue lolled as if he was asking, "Is this what you want?"

She nodded, and her hips shifted forward again. She couldn't stop herself.

The great head, as large as her torso and at least as long as her thigh, came down, and the tongue went to work once more.

Lashing this way and that, up and down, wild, animalistic... uncontrolled. Beastly. Just like her instincts had told her would happen. Her body clenched, unclenched, writhed, and his tongue did not stop.

One great paw, larger than her hand and on a leg longer than her own, rested over her right leg pinning her in place by the sheer weight of it. As if she could move, anyway, aside from to buck into the pleasure, arch her back in torturous bliss, or moan like the bitch in heat she was now certain Beast Boy would already have mounted if she could be one, too!

"More," she whimpered, "I need more, Beast Boy! I'm so- so close!"

Somehow, though she was already beyond ability to reason how or even why, her animal companion's speed increased, the pressure from the great muscle, as long as her forearm, increased too, and then it thrummed, vibrating against her whole pussy at once as Beast Boy growled. Like the animal he had become, like the Beast they had learned to be cautious of, or even fear, had taken hold inside.

He would, he could, just climb up on the chair and mount her right now. There would be nothing she could do to stop him- Beast Boy like this was too strong, and she was too close, too close to full surren- surrender! And she was cumming, climaxing harder than she ever had before. Harder than any five orgasms before. The dog's tongue did not stop, did not even slow down. It only changed how it moved, shortening as the snout moved lower, her legs clenching tightly around it like a vise, but unable to stop the inexorable strength of a Great Dane. He lapped at her fluids like he was drinking, and as soon as the first started to subside, another orgasm arose.

But no... no, no, no, she couldn't- couldn't owe him one! No, not like this! "S- Stop," she gasped, pleaded, and the tongue moved...

And then, somehow, did as she begged.

With a whimper and a whine, the Great Dane, green and huge and hers, backed away, looking sorrowful.

"It- I'm not saying sto-stop," she whispered, "I just... I shouldn't be the only one... to enjoy this. Just... let me lay on the floor. I don't want dog hair on my bed."

Raven removed her clothing completely, tossing it idly on the bed. She was in too much of a rush to do more than that, before she laid down. Propped up on her elbows, bare before her almost-lover but definitely absolutely not, Raven reminded him, "Not all the way. Just... just bring that- that thing over here... and you keep licking."

Confused, Beast Boy whined again, but he did step closer. In reach now, Raven grabbed the fur on the side of his neck and tugged it between her legs. "Lick, dummy," she scolded... and then reached a hand for the massive, canine dick.

Ten full inches, nearly two inches thick, it seemed gigantic, but was only on the 'slightly huge' side for a human, she knew. Like the Gorilla's... it was far larger than it should have been, even if the difference wasn't quite as pronounced. Was Beast Boy able to change his size in this way, too? It would make sense, but... how? Was he just naturally well-endowed?

It didn't matter, she decided. What mattered was that his tongue was on her folds again, lapping backwards now, one foreleg on each side of her, and she was tugging on the hard, pink rod. Tugging it up and town, pumping the canine shaft... aiming it toward her mouth.

She realized her tongue was reaching for it a moment before she made contact, and the shock of the moisture made Beast Boy jump over her. But he didn't stop licking. Instead, his hips only bucked twice, thrusting his cock into her hand. Both hands followed, pumping and stroking in time.
On the third thrust, a minute later as he seemed to find his rhythm again between her legs, Raven's lips felt the first bit of he head enter her mouth. She suckled at once, instinct taking over where most people would only want it to stop.

He couldn't get in far. For safety, Raven kept an iron grip with both hands on the shaft, but a good three inches, more than his other dog form's whole cock, slipped between her lips and ran along her tongue. Raven moaned, her chest arching upward in sudden lust, higher than before.
Azarath, it was so dirty, so wrong, and she loved it. Her demonic nature must have been shining through, but Raven didn't care. She only cared to cum, and make her toy cum.

She sucked, applying what limited skill with a blow-job she had gained from reading romance novels (secretly, at night, of course), and used her tongue to lave around and wash a circle over the softer tip.

Below, between her legs, Beast Boy gave a whuff of appreciation, and his efforts increased again. She took him out of her mouth and groaned, "Beast Boy... I'm close again. Cum for me. You can- you can cover me, or do it in my mouth, I don't care. Just- just cum!"

She went back to sucking, and his own mouth, which now snuffled at the soft taint below even her cunt as the tongue sought to delve deep inside her but would not quite fit properly, never slowed.

Raven climaxed again, suddenly if not quite as powerfully as the first, and the scent, the taste must have been too much for Beast Boy, for he started lurching and surging forward into her orifice, too. Two, three thrusts... and then the first spurt as his legs staggered around her head. It was vile, disgusting, thick, warm, scalding hot in fact. And she loved it. Raven swallowed the first five shots with eager, reckless abandon, before she deliberately yanked the pulsating rod of meat from her mouth and, hands still pumping furiously, coaxed the rest out to cover her silvery breasts in several ropes of goop.

About a minute later, after Beast Boy had staggered on four shaking legs to the side and nearly collapsed when he tripped over her, Raven pushed herself to her feet.

She stank, and would need a third shower this day. Unfortunate, but she was not sleeping covered in Great Dane semen! Or Beast Boy's, for that matter.

"Okay," she panted, "Okay. That was... alright. We... we can probably... do that... again. Maybe. Just- I'm... shower. Now. You- dress... go. Shower."

She couldn't think straight. Could barely see straight. But that was okay.

The load of Beast Boy's dog-cum in her mouth was warm, and sating, and it made something deep and primal in her purr with happiness.

For now, that was enough, even if he was well and truly out of her room when she climbed out of the shower and dropped, naked, into bed.

At least she slept well and nightmare-free for the first time in months. So worth it, pleasure aside.

With it...? It was a good deal, as far as Raven was concerned. More than a fair trade, at least.