A/N: So when I asked for Halloween ideas on facebook, this… creature came up, and when I ran it by Tinclay she came up with two marvelous ideas and we decided to do one each! ;) So, Tinclay, this is for you! I hope you like it!

Warning: This is on the angsty/dark side, although I've heard that Tinclay's will be REALLY dark, so in comparison I'm sure this is a light story, probably bordering on crack… ;) But dark theme, so you have been warned, if you are sensitive…

Also, you will need all your reading skills for this one, because there are different kinds of inner and ordinary dialogue/monolog here, but hopefully it will be clear when you come to it… ;)

Hunger - Halloween 2012

"I'm going to stay home."

"But Raven! You gotta come! It's a Halloween party! It's gonna be great!" Beast Boy wailed.

Robin saw the young woman's eye twitch and stepped between them. "BB, stop it and got get your costume together. Just shifting forms is cheating."

"But Rae-"

"It's not a mandatory party, and we can't all love crowds, loud music and- why am I going to this thing?" Robin blinked.

"No way! You're not backing out too!"

"No, no, I'm coming… Starfire got me that vampire outfit after all…" The last part sounded more like another argument to stay home to Robin, but he shrugged it off. He had promised to go so he would. But he was very happy to save Raven from it if he could.

The changeling skulked off to prepare. The invitation had been rather last minute, the party thrown together by the students of the city's university. The rest of the Titans, sans Raven, had been excited to go to a place like that, a 'real party' as Cyborg had put it, but, for Robin, he was mainly going to keep an eye on things. Like the drinking. Yes, he was a bit of a party pooper, sure, but he had a responsibility, after all.

"So… what are you going to do on your night off?" he asked Raven.

"There's this spell I've been wanting to try… I've done it before, but on Halloween, you know, the veils between the worlds are thinner."

"Is that true? I thought that was something horror movies had made up…" Robin asked.

"It's true. But it's not only Halloween, it happens a few times each year," the empath nodded.

"Okay… but you'll be careful, right?"

"Of course. You too. Don't be too hard on them."

"I'll try," Robin grinned. "I guess we won't be back until well after midnight, so I'll see you tomorrow?"

It had only been an hour, but Robin was sick and tired of it all. His ears hurt, he was being shoved by the crowds, and whenever he tried to intervene when he spotted underage drinking he was laughed at. The party people obviously found it very hard to believe that he was indeed Robin of the Teen Titans dressed as a masked vampire. Go figure. It wasn't the first time he wished he was a bit taller and bulkier. If he had been built like Slade no one would have snickered.

He couldn't find his friends at the moment as the party was spread over several floors and even, if he had understood it right, several buildings. He didn't want to disturb them or make them feel like they should leave as well, so he just sent them a text saying he had a headache and was heading home.

The Tower was dark when he got there; only the usual emergency lights were shining, which they always left on at night. It looked kind of foreboding like this and Robin shivered before snorting and shaking his head. The darkness of the season and the whole Halloween thing was getting to him. Batman would laugh at him if he knew.

He used the changing rooms down by the garage to get rid of the stupid vampire outfit and into one of his uniforms. He just wanted to forget this night and having his own clothes on made him feel better, even if he would be heading to bed soon… just a bit of research first, perhaps, to get in a better mood.

When he entered the common room there was an still eerie feel in the air, however, and he couldn't shake it. Robin didn't know what it was, maybe that the room was dark and quiet, something that it never normally was, or maybe there was a smell… or static electricity… something made the hairs on his arms stand on end. Something else was wrong; the large couch had been moved aside. Then he spotted the reason for that; Raven sat in the middle of the cleared space, floating as she meditated, her eyes closed. Robin relaxed. That explained the eerie darkness... He didn't know much about magic, but he guessed it was easier to focus like this than in a brightly lit room.

He didn't want to intrude or disturb her, but he also needed to let her know that he was home, so he hesitated for a moment, before beginning to walk towards her. Suddenly her eyes snapped open.

"Robin! No! The circle!"

At that moment something crunched under his feet, and the teen looked down so see a string of salt, encircling the witch. And he had just crossed it.

His head whipped up as he could sense movement coming towards him, and, for a moment, he thought it was Raven, about to push him back, but what he saw, for a split second, was something else. Something half transparent, somewhat human looking, but a silvery white, with large dark eyes. Whatever it was might have been beautiful… if it hadn't looked so hungry.

The next moment it slammed into him and Robin stumbled back. He looked around but the creature was gone, and he thought it had just escaped until his body began to freeze up.

'Sssssoooo…. hungryyyy…. sssstaaaaaarving…..' The voice was absolutely dripping with what the hero thought sounded like… lust. He saw Raven unconscious on the floor before the creature inside him made his body turn around, gaining full control of it after only a few awkward moves.

All of Robin's senses were still working, but it wasn't him moving.

'Who are you?' he tried to say in his mind, but whatever this thing was either couldn't hear his thoughts or was ignoring him. It spoke, however, but Robin got a distinct feeling that it was speaking to itself.

'Soooo much better…. free… and I found a boy… a teen…. so many hormones… so much desire… must find a partner…'

The teen doubted that many others would recognize what he was feeling at that moment; the creature, carefully but thoroughly, went through his mind. Robin wouldn't have known what that felt like unless Raven hadn't invaded it once before. Images, sounds and scents were flipped through like a card index and the thing paused sometimes before moving on.

'Ahhh…. this… this will do for starters… ah… this one makes his blood boil…. he can give me my first meal….'

If Robin had been able to swallow, he would have, because the images in his mind at the moment, were of none other than Slade. Why would the creature pick him? How did it think it could eat Slade? This was insane, and Robin raged inside his own mind, trying to fight back, but there was nothing to fight. It was as effective as mentally fighting a tape worm.

'Well', Robin figured as the thing was walking him outside, 'it's not like it will be able to find him.' Slade couldn't be found easily, and never unless he wanted to.

Robin had his heart in his throat as the creature began to use the teen's own equipment to swing over the rooftops of Jump city. It seemed to pick all the knowledge directly from his mind, but still… your own body was something you didn't want others to take out for a test drive. He, or they, landed on a rooftop and Robin's head lifted as he sniffed the air.

'It's trying to find Slade by scent? Well, good luck, all I smell is…' but then it was like the very molecules of the air he had just breathed in were taken apart and examined. Robin couldn't understand, or even sense, all of it, but the creature certainly did, and headed to a particular part of the city where it began circling.

After a little while it seemed to get frustrated, and Robin smirked a bit on the inside. Then he suddenly heard himself yell.

"Slade! Slade, where are you? I need you! SLAAAAAADE!"

It was his own voice, but still not. There was something of a hiss to it, something… wrong. And it kept calling out. It only stopped when a shadow stepped out in front of it.

Slade had instantly known that something was off with the hero. For a moment he had even thought that this might be another teen, dressed up as Robin, but no. This was the real thing, just…

"Who are you?"

Robin was annoyed that, this time, the creature answered. In fact it was practically squirming with happiness, and if the teen had had a tail, it would be wagging furiously.

"I… am…. hungry…." the creature said, as if it was unsure how to express itself. Apparently searching through Robin's brain had drawn a blank regarding what to say in a situation like this.

"And what do you want?" Slade sounded intrigued but also guarded, which probably was wise. Robin hoped the thing inside him could just jump over to the man. Wouldn't a stronger body make more sense to possess?

"You…. I want you, Slade. I want your… essence."

"My blood?"

Robin felt his lips draw back in a leer. "No… you can keep your blood. I want your seed."

If Slade hadn't been wearing a mask, Robin was sure that he just had to look baffled, but, as it was, the only reaction was the way the man seemed to straighten slightly… although it was dark, and the teen was too busy panicking by now. It wanted WHAT?!

"So… not a vampire then… a Succubus? Or, Incubus, rather, since Robin is male?" the man mused.

'What the hell, Slade, are you writing an article on this thing?' Robin thought furiously. 'Just…. just get it out of me! Just HELP ME, damn it!'

"Ah, yes," the creature said, sounding a bit bored as it slowly walked up to the man. "Humans like to think that there is a difference. There is not. There is only one of us."

"Aren't you usually connected to dreams?" Slade asked, watching in fascination as Robin –no- this thing inside him, reached out and caressed his armored chest. The man had done some research, and even practiced, certain aspects of magic, and he had already concluded that this was a possession; he had heard about these creatures before, after all.

"Yes, we feed off dreamers, usually. We unlock their desires and we feed on their lust. If they are male or female, if their minds make them see males or females, doesn't matter to us."

"I have a feeling Robin's not dreaming…" Slade said, a slight chuckle in his voice. "Or maybe he's having a nightmare…"

"His… friend. Teammate. Raven. She was communicating with the realms. I was there, but she was too strong. Then this one broke the circle."

"I see. But why did you come looking for me?"

"Because I need your seed. And you are going to give it to me. When you are empty, I'll look elsewhere."

"I'm having a hard time believing that Robin has wet dreams about me. So again, little incubus… why me?"

"I searched for the strongest reaction…"

"He hates me."

"No… not hate… that would not work. He's drawn to you. His mind let me know that you are the only one that can give me what I need." The creature was beginning to get annoyed with the slow process. It had never been denied before, because it had always approached humans in their sleep. The worst thing then was if the alarm went off before the dream was over.

"Is that so? But you mentioned others?"

"Human males are feeble. Just one can never satisfy me. There are others of interest. One in a white mask… ah, yes, Red X… and Danny… and…"

"Danny?" Slade's voice, for some reason, sounded clipped.

"He works at the pizza palace."

"Ah, I see. Well, at least I was the first choice," the villain said wryly.

"Enough talk!" the creature had finally come to the end of its rope and before Robin knew it he was on his knees in front of his enemy, reaching for the man's crotch. The hero could feel the rough texture of the man's uniform, the cold of the metal, and how his fingers found the zipper and pulled it down. He suddenly realized that he would be able, would be forced to, feel it all. Why wasn't Slade stopping this? As Robin couldn't move his own head to look up at the man he had no idea if he was aiming a punch at him this very moment. This idiotic creature didn't know how dangerous Slade was! If he could only signal the villain somehow, but Robin suspected that even his eyes didn't betray anything but lust. No one could see him in here. No one could hear him. At last Slade knew this wasn't him, which was a small comfort of sorts, but the hero wasn't sure it would save his life.

In the mean while his possessed body had pulled down the zipper and was now holding something warm in its hands. Robin didn't want to see, he wanted to close his eyes, but there was no way to do so. He had to watch what this incubus thing wanted… and by god, he didn't want to see this. Especially not the girth of it. And it seemed to be growing. Why the hell wasn't Slade stepping away? They were in public! Sure they were on a rooftop and probably well hidden if Robin remembered his surroundings correctly, but still! All he could see was the man's…. the man's…

'Please just kill me now!' he thought. That blow to the head would be very welcome now, even if it would turn out to be too hard.

There. A hand fisted in his hair. Finally. Slade would pull him away and- He was suddenly pushed closer and the incubus opened his mouth eagerly. Then it was in his mouth. Still hardening, still growing, pushing down his throat. And he could taste it. Salty and musky. Robin tried to tell himself that it could be worse, that the faint hint of soap he could smell was proof that the man had at least washed somewhat recently. It could be worse. He still wanted to just close his eyes and, to his surprise, suddenly he did… the sound coming from his throat indicated that it wasn't in disgust, however, quite the opposite.

His tongue danced over the man's length, seeking out every ridge and crevice, eager to taste it all. Then his body drew back and Robin hoped it was over.

"Slade… your lust… it's… so… powerful… please, unleash it… I can taste it but I know there's so much more! Please!" the teen heard himself beg before the hand forced his head back down.

Slade was aroused? Well…. obviously… the evidence was staring him right in the face, but Robin had hoped it was just some kind of automatic reaction. Maybe an automatic reaction to seeing the hero on his knees in front of him, but not a sexual one. He knew about those… tingles… sometimes adrenaline did strange things. But Slade should have more control than that, damn it!

The incubus got back to sucking the man's cock with a vengeance, moaning and humming. The tight grip of his hair obviously turned it on even more. One of Robin's hands was stroking the base of the man's length, which, thankfully, didn't fit down his throat, and the other was playing with the man's sack.

'I have Slade by the balls. Wonderful,' Robin thought dryly to himself. 'I just never dreamed of it quite like this…' He knew the humor was a way to protect himself, shield himself off, because what was happening really wasn't funny. At least it seemed to be nearly over, as the man's balls drew up.

'No… he's gonna come in my-'

And then he did. Robin's body swallowed greedily, licking and sucking every drop into his mouth and swallowing like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. It wasn't. Sure, it wasn't Star's cooking, but it wasn't something he'd crave either. But at least it was over. Robin sighed of relief, which was echoed by a real sigh of disappointment from the incubus.

"Mm… Thank you," it said and stood up. "I'll have to go find my next meal now."

As it turned away from the man, however, its arm was suddenly caught in a steel grip.

"What makes you think I'm through with you?"

"But… you came?" Robin balked at hearing his voice so filled with hope at what the man seemed to promise. "Men are generally useless after-"

"As you will find out, I'm not an ordinary man," the masked villain said, and Robin was close enough to see the glee in the single, shadowed eye.

The incubus smirked back.

"Prove it, human,"

"Strip."

The creature didn't hesitate for a second, even though Robin kept trying to scream at it to stop. The belt was the first thing to go, then the boots and gloves. Not long after he was standing there naked, the creature looking down on his body, running his own hands over it. Robin internally winced as he realized that he was fully hard.

"Not a bad body for a teenager… not bad at all…" the creature tutted. "Not that it matters to me, but it might help fuel your desire, of course…" Robin felt almost more violated by the creature touching him than Slade doing so. "So…. the mask as well?"

Robin went cold, but then the villain, incredibly, shook his head.

"No. Let's keep some of the mystery, shall we? But tell me, incubus… you don't have to actually swallow my seed do you?"

"Mmm… I like the way you think," the creature grinned, turned around and looked at Slade over his shoulder. He leaned over, put his hands on a large square metal construction which was part of the buildings air-condition system, and the grin turned into a leer. "I feed on your ecstasy as well as your cum, and it doesn't matter how, as long as it's touches this body… Take me."

"You don't seem to care much about Robin's body," Slade commented.

"Pfft… you'll tear him, for sure… so what? I can turn the pain into pleasure, and when I'm done, I'll leave."

"Will he feel it?"

"He feels everything. He's right here… now, fuck me or I'll move on to my next meal ticket."

"I don't think so. I don't care about you, but Robin is mine."

The teen didn't feel as surprised by that statement as he perhaps should have been. Part of it was mutual. Slade was his as well. Always had been. Just not like this. There was a small part of him that felt a grudging sense of gratitude that the man just wouldn't let the thing go off and do this to who knew how many people, though, but… would the pain be worth it?

"Hurry up!" the creature snapped, jutting his ass out towards the man.

"I call the shots here," the man growled and caught Robin's neck in a vice grip. "I have no interest in tearing him open."

Even though the creature tried to see what the man was doing, he, and therefore Robin, couldn't move enough in the vice-like grip. Suddenly something cold dripped down between his cheeks, however.

"Gun oil. Never leave home without it," he heard the man chuckle smugly.

'Don't! Slade! Please!'

"Do it! Slade! Please!" the real Robin hesitated when his body almost echoed his words. Could the creature hear him after all?

'Please! Get away from him! I'll do anything! There must be something! I'll… I'll feed you every night or something!' Robin tried, but, again, there was no reaction from the creature, nothing that made it seem like it had heard him. Instead it braced itself against the ventilation shaft and spread its legs a bit, arching.

Something hot and blunt then slid through the oil, pressing between his cheeks and, on the inside, Robin screamed. On the outside, however, he all but moaned, egging the man on as the thick head began pressing against his opening.

"Just shove it in there! I know you want to!" the incubus hissed.

"Shut up, demon. I'm going to fuck you, but I decide how," Slade told him.

"Don't fear for the boy, Slade, he wants you to show him who's boss," the creature chuckled. "Trust me… the dreams he had… he wants this."

"I don't believe you for a moment," the man snorted, gripping the possessed teen's hips. "But this is what it takes to save him, consider me a hero," he added and snapped his hips forward.

The pain was there, but because of the oil and the slow pressure which had been building up against his opening, it wasn't as bad as it might have been, Robin had to admit, but it was more about what it meant. Slade was inside him. Fucking him. At first it was just the flared head, but then the man began sinking deeper and deeper inside him, Robin's possessed body pushing back against the man's, trying to speed things along. Slade didn't stop until he was completely buried and then waited just a moment or two before pulling back and snapping his hips forward.

Robin's body made almost inhuman sounds as the man quickened the pace, all urging him on to fuck him harder and faster. Robin himself winced at the roughness and the cold metal now scraping his stomach as the creature hadn't been able to support himself on his hands and was now bent over the vent shaft instead.

The incubus apparently loved what was happening, but Robin couldn't feel anything of what it was feeling, he only had his normal senses. Still, as the man's cock seemed to brush something inside him, there was a jolt of… something pleasant. It was like a single match stick igniting in a large dark room, but it was something… the demon, of course, cried out in ecstasy and angled itself so the man hit the same spot over and over again. Suddenly that matchstick had started a small fire.

The incubus was more about the man's pleasure than its host's; it was Slade reaching climax that would truly feed it once more, what happened to Robin's body was just icing on the cake, and it was getting hungry.

"Come, please! Please! Fill me!" it cried, clenching around the man, trying to milk him. The villain was close enough to let go only moments later, and the demon moaned loudly as he felt the rush of hot seed inside. The sheer energy oozing from the man was almost intoxicating to feed on, and the creature used his powers to suck it up as greedily as he had sucked the man's cock. When it tried to stand up, however, it was pushed down again.

"I'm still not finished," Slade let him know, and yes, the human hadn't gone soft. And so it began once more.

"Enough! Please! Enough!"

Robin found himself agreeing with the demon for once. It's been almost one and a half hours, and even if Slade had come more times than him, the man had managed to wring four or five orgasms from his body, and now, it seemed, even the succubus had had enough. Somehow the man had never stopped coming, and he didn't come dry either, like he had an infinitive supply of seed. The way he recuperated, however, maybe his swimmers were produced at the same rate when needed to… the hero didn't know, he just knew that it felt like he was covered in the man's cum.

"Oh, I think just one more round-" the man chuckled, but Robin's body actually pushed the villain away.

"I can't… I'm… so full… I…"

"Then leave."

The demon took a step, only to be stopped by the man's hand around his arm once more.

"Leave his body, I mean. Go back to your realm."

"But… to feed like this… I could feed on you every night! I'll never starve again!"

"You got what you came for. If you stay I'll keep feeding you until you burst," the man said.

"Fine. Fine. I can live off this for weeks…" the demon sulked and then… Suddenly Robin felt faint, his body heavy and he stumbled, only to be caught by his enemy. The teen gasped and his body followed suit, responding at last.

"I… It…" he croaked, trying to find his voice again.

"It's gone." The man's words weren't exactly comforting, more stating a fact, but they still made the teen feel better for a moment. Then he felt how something hot and wet was leaking out of him, trickling down his inner thighs, making him jolt and push at the man's chest.

"Let me go! Let me go right now!"

"I've been fucking a demon all night," Slade told him dryly. "Saving you from becoming the whore of Jump City."

"I know! I was here!" Robin hissed.

"So… don't you think I deserve some compensation?"

"Like what?"

"How about one more time… with the real thing? The real Robin."

"NO!" the Titan threw a punch, but his fist was caught, and suddenly he was slammed down on the vent shaft on his back.

"Wrong answer. Very unappreciative," the man chuckled darkly.

"Slade, don't-" But it was too late. The man had already pried Robin's legs apart and shoved in. By now the teen could take him easily, even though it still made him feel full. The man apparently appreciated his struggles, however, judging by the grunts as he started fucking him. The hero still tried to fight but his body was too weak after the way it had been handled, and all but drained. In the end he just collapsed, letting his hands fall to his side, letting out a curst that was more like a sob as the man took him once more.

"Good boy, you repaid what you owed," the man told him smugly some time later as he was tucking himself in. Robin scrabbled for his own clothes, hissing as they brushed cuts and welts from the sharp corners of the metal he'd been pushed up against for almost two hours now. He didn't say anything, he just wanted to get the hell out of there. Go home. Shower. Sleep. Forget. He also had to make sure Raven was okay, but, god forgive him, right now he wanted the shower more. Cum was still leaking out of him, but, so far at least, there hadn't been any blood. Small blessings.

"Tell me, little bird… aren't you grateful I helped?" the man asked, leaning against the wall of the roof's stairway entrance.

"Very. You're an angel," the teen growled.

"Oh, I wouldn't call me that…" Slade chuckled. "You see, Robin… these demons are almost always hungry, and this one was close to starving… if I had just locked you up somewhere, it would have starved and left on its own, probably by morning."

The teen gaped and then closed his mouth with a click. "You… you…"

"Well, I didn't want to keep you locked up all night… I'm sure you have more important things to do." The glee in the man's voice was unmistakable. "Goodnight Robin… and… sweet dreams."

The End

A/N: Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you enjoyed it! Personally, I can't wait to read Tinclay's story, which I just know will be awesome! Because of time differences I don't know if mine will be up first or not, but go look for it! ;)