A/N: Happy Valentines 2013! Yeah, it's not really celebrated in Sweden and I know many hate it, but hey! Valentines drabble! Might make it worth it to trudge through this day as well… actually, if you are in my facebook group you get ANOTHER drabble today, and if not… well, sucks to be you… ;)
This is a Demon Bride drabble, because quite a few wanted more from that world when I asked after the last b-day drabble… BUT this jumps seventeen years into the future and focuses on two of the kids-now-teens, so yes *gasp* this is actually more of an OC-STORY! And, as we all know, those should be banned and the writers be burned alive… Even so, here it is… and there is quite a bit of Robin/Slade and Speedy/Red X too…
If you dare to read it, you'll get a rather sweet little romance story, fitting to the day, so no warnings… except for the rampant OC's… you are free to tell me that you hate it and me, but only if you read it first… ;)
Demon Teens
Scion, seventeen years old now, was sitting cross legged on his bed with notes and books strewn around him. Frowning slightly and chewing at the end of a pencil as he was trying to make out his own scribbles in a note book. His snow white hair kept falling in front of his eyes, and he absentmindedly kept tucking it back behind one of his slightly pointed ears. He needed a haircut, he assumed, but someone had said how nice his hair looked softly curling over his collar the other day, so maybe it could wait. He blinked and looked up. Who had said that again? He couldn't remember. He shrugged and turned his attention back to his work. When being constantly surrounded by an extended family as large as his, some things just got buried under all the other noise.
"Hey, Sci!" A whirlwind of red, unruly hair, grey skin and large, light green eyes suddenly ran into his room and flopped down on his bed.
"Whim! I'm studying!" the young demon prince scolded his friend and almost-brother, who just grinned up at him teasingly.
"Yeah, what else is new? You know, Sci, you could just-"
"It's Sci-ON."
"Right now you're Sci-OFF," Whim snorted. "Want to go to the movies?"
"I want to study. We have a history test tomorrow, remember?"
"Um… oh.. 'we'? So… including me?"
"Yes, you're in that class as well… you're in all my classes…" the white-haired teen sighed.
"Oh shit, I forgot!" the smaller demon said, scratching his cheek where a series of white dots, like very large freckles, formed a band across his face, over his nose. All his siblings had larger markings, his brother Fluke having the largest; a sort of clover-like design with the centre between his eyes, which was growing into a similar skull-shape like his father had. Whim, however, had, to his parent's delight, 'spots'. Speedy had threatened to rename him into his old nickname several times, and his loving siblings teased him too, until Lucky learned that he had been called 'Egglina'. "Wait," Whim added after bit of thinking, "it's about the civil war, isn't it?"
"Close. The Roman empire."
"I'm fucked."
"Yes, I'd say you are."
"So, why don't we just go ask our dads? They probably know everything about this stuff!"
"We also have books…" Scion tried to point out, "Besides, my dad was probably too busy to even notice the Romans, and your dad isn't old enough, but if he had been, his story would begin with 'so I was really drunk and there I was in this bath-house with three other men and two women, and-' and then your mom will get jealous and… you know."
"Yeah. I will have to sleep in here tonight because of the makeup sex…" the redhead muttered. As the youngest of his siblings it had been decided that he'd get to pick his bedroom last when it became time for them to get their own spaces, and he had ended up with the one sharing a wall with their parents. It had not been easy. Scion was lucky enough to only share a bathroom wall with his parents, although the water pipes sounded really strange at times.
"Go get your books and we can study together," Scion said, taking pity on the airhead.
"Come on, we're demons, Sci…on!" Whim whined. "What do we need school for? I mean, you're gonna inherit a kingdom! A kingdom where most people haven't even heard of high school! So what if we flunk out?"
"I'm not flunking out."
"No, the closest you got to that was like the ninety-eight out of a hundred you got on that spelling test in third grade, right?" the bird demon sighed. His wings, still small enough so he could keep them under his shirt, fluttered in annoyance.
"Worst day of my life," Scion snorted, and he was only half kidding.
"You are such an overachiever it isn't even funny," he was told by his pouting friend.
"What about you? I have a inheritance, yes, and your siblings are looking into things as well, Lucky wants to join the Titans, Jay wants to be a model or an actress, Fluke is all about the demon realm and is always working on his magic… But they still have decent grades. What are you going to do?"
"Keep you company?" Whim grinned.
"Woe is me. Go get your books!"
Suddenly someone was standing in the door.
"Hi, kids, what are you doing?" Robin asked. He was in his mid thirties now but didn't look a day older than twenty, thanks to bonding with his husband. He would most likely look this young for a few hundred years before starting to look like twenty five.
"Hi mom, we're just studying," Scion said, sounding tortured.
"Fine. Want a snack?"
"YES!" Whim grinned, as Scion shook his head.
"No, I have a lot to cover, but thanks."
"No problem. I'm heading down to the realm to see your father in an hour or so, we might spend the night there, just to let you know."
"Okay, I'll be here," the white haired teen nodded. The portal in the basement was very handy, so it was like his parent's hadn't even left the building, after all, if he needed to reach them.
"Have you seen my unruly youngest?" a voice called to Robin from across the family's common room which they all shared.
"Yeah, Speedy, he's here with Scion!"
"Okay! If they are having sex, tell them to use a condom!" the redhead called back.
"If they are, they are doing it wrong! Looks really boring!" Robin yelled back, laughing. When he turned back to look at his son and his friend, one face was red; Scions, and the other was snickering madly.
"We're not having sex!" Scion hissed.
"I told him you didn't," Robin shrugged, "but," he said, in a much more serious tone; "Condoms, kids. You know where to find them, right? Medicine cabinet?"
"Yes, but we're not-"
"I know, but just make sure whenever, okay? Eggs or babies, you should be much older first."
"You weren't though, uncle Robin," Whim pointed out cheekily.
"Well, I didn't know men could get pregnant," Robin defended himself. "You know better. And your dad and I always use protect-"
"MOM! I really don't want to hear this!" Scion begged.
"Fine. Love you. Goodnight, kids!"
"Night, love you too…" Scion grumbled. He had been born into a family of lunatics. Lucky him.
"So… should I get a condom?" Whim grinned at him once his mother had left.
"You either get your books or leave me alone!" the hard-pressed demon prince hissed.
"Pft, I would let you top, you know…"
"Of course I would top you, you little squirt," Scion snorted, not being able to resist that challenge.
"Hey, I'm older than you!" the redhead objected.
"Yes, a few days. And I can pin you with one hand behind my back," the other smirked.
"Yeah, right, prove it!"
Some yells and scattered notepads later, Scion had.
"Okay, okay, I give!" the gray-skinned demon panted, looking up at his larger friend who was straddling him on the bed with triumphant look on his face.
"Told you."
"Guess you get to top now, huh?" Whim smirked.
"Get out and go harass someone else for a change," Scion huffed and climbed to his feet.
"You'll miss me!"
"Doubt it."
By the way the door slammed and locked behind him, Whim almost doubted it too.
"Hey, little brother, why the long face?" Joy asked him as he dragged his feet into the entertainment section of the common room. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, Her skin was almost the same color as Speedy's, only with a slight gray shimmer to it. Her hair was, of course, bright mahogany, her eyes a deep green, and her white marking consisted of a wide stripe across her eyes, almost like a mask.
"He doesn't even know I exist!" Whim sighed and threw himself down on the sofa next to his sister.
"Sure he does, he's just focused on the wrong things. Did you ask him to the Valentine's dance?"
"No. He won't go with me, anyway. And it's the day after tomorrow… rather late, right?"
"You should at least ask!" his sister told him firmly. The two of them had, in their early years, been rivals for Scion's attention, but then Joy had found fashion, and eventually she admitted to herself that her love for the human world was greater when her crush on the demon prince. Besides, Scion's future was in the demon realm, not up here. And there were no Prada's there. Case closed. But if she couldn't have him, she could at least support her baby brother, she figured, because Whim's affection had not changed. Not since the boy was two.
It wasn't obvious that early, of course, not to everyone else, but when the youngest of the demon hatchlings had finally decided on a gender, it happened to be the day after Scion had proclaimed 'no girls!'. This had happened as he was playing with cars at the kindergarten that the demons were sent to a few hours a week, just to meet and be around other children. Whim didn't remember this himself, of course, but the teachers had told Robin and Slade about their son's little outburst towards some of the girls in the group, who had wanted to play with cars too. Later they had discovered that Scion just simply didn't like those girls, who were a bit too loud and unruly for his overly neat mind.
But Whim had been the young prince's shadow most of his life. So much so that Scion didn't notice him much anymore. That also meant that the blue skinned demon accepted him and had far more patience with him than any other people, but that, of course, wasn't enough for the redhead.
"What's the worst thing that can happen?" Joy continued when her brother didn't seem to like her asking-out-strategy.
"He'll say no?" Whim groaned into a pillow.
"Then he's an idiot," Joy snorted, "And he's not. So he's going to say yes. Or I'll have to hurt him."
"Hurt who?" Fluke, joining them from the demon realm asked, plopping down in the couch as well. He was the one of the brood who looked most like his father. Apart from the large white marking and the pitch black skin, his blue-green eyes were also those of demon's; the iris covering the whole eye and with no visible pupil, where the other demon-children, including Scion, had humanoid eyes. The red hair was a given for all the resident bird demons, however.
"Scion hates me…" Whim muttered.
"That's it, he's dead!" Fluke growled and got up. "No one hates my little brother and gets away with it!"
"Stop it, he doesn't!" Joy snorted. "The whimP here just doesn't have the guts to ask him to the dance."
"There's a dance again?" Fluke asked.
"Spend more time in school and less time in the realm and you might notice these things…" his sister sighed.
"Nah, I'm quitting."
"You're what? But we're graduating soon! Have you told mom and dad?"
"Not yet, but I was out with this bird demon today, G'ahroff, and he's a nightmare hunter! How cool is that! I'm gonna be his apprentice!"
"Nightmare hunter? Is that even a thing?" Whim asked, temporarily distracted from his woes.
"Sure it is! When certain people dream close to magic rifts or sources, the dreams sometimes escape into the realm, and they are nasty, trust me."
"You fought one today, didn't you?" Joy said.
"Yeah?"
"I thought so, because nightmares obviously smells as well. You need a shower."
"Well, he didn't tell me they kinda explode into clouds when they die…" the black-skinned young man muttered and got up. Main bathroom is mine!" he called out, as, with nine people on one floor, where five of them were teens, bathroom-rights was something to fight over.
"Whim?" Joy asked when their brother had disappeared.
"Yeah?"
"Did you get the feeling that 'nightmare hunting' is like the demon realm's version of a garbage man?"
"Yup."
"We're not gonna tell him though, are we?"
"Nah. I want to see him tell dad about the 'coolest job ever'," Whim grinned.
"We're evil," Joy grinned back.
"We're demons, I think we're allowed to. I wonder if he gets a coverall with a logo on the back?"
"If not, I'll sew him one!" Joy giggled.
"Speaking of our loving family, where is Lucky?" Their third sibling had dark skin as well, but more of a dark grey. His eyes were blue, like his mother's, and the one white stripe down his nose he had been born with had now been joined by several other vertical lines on either side of, and crossing, his eyes.
"He's having this football-thing. Someone should tell him that he's a bird demon. We have brittle bones."
"Well, as the firstborn he probably thinks it's his responsibility to break free from molds…" Whim smirked.
"And it's ours to draw rude things on his cast," Joy said importantly, making her brother snicker.
"Kids? You in here?" Speedy said, poking his head around the partition that screened off this part of the vast room. He was followed by his husband, also back from the realm for the day.
"Just me and Whim, mom," Joy answered. "Lucky is off getting his arms and legs broken, and Fluke is in the shower."
"Oh, that's right, there's four of you…" Speedy grinned.
"Funny mom," his kids muttered as one. "You should talk to Fluke by the way," Whim added.
"What did he do now?" Speedy sighed. "Did you let him run around down there, again?" he asked Red, meaning the demon realm.
"I sent him off with a friend, letting him get a bit of work experience," Red defended himself.
"He spent the day with a friend of yours? Lovely. I wonder what kind of ideas that put in his head?" the archer groaned. "But you two? You're good?"
"I'm dying from the eternal torment of being in love!" Whim sighed.
"And I really-really-really just have to go to Gotham for the fashion week or I'll just die too!" Joy pleaded.
"Ah. Good. Nothing new there then," Speedy nodded. "And they said raising kids was hard."
"All you have to do is listen to them," Red X nodded with a smile.
"Yes. And count them," Speedy smiled back.
"Oh, yes. Twice." The smiles were a little warmer now.
"Go to your room!" Whim yelled and threw a pillow at his folks. He knew where those looks would lead.
"You don't need any help with your love life, then?" Speedy asked in a motherly fashion-
"EEEEWWW!"
"I'm guessing that's a no. Strange kids, not taking advice from experts," the archer sighed. "Well, hubby, guess we need more practice then," he leered at his husband, who leered back. Then they were hit by another pillow and left their ungrateful offspring to have some fun of their own.
"You know I've heard there are families where the kids don't even KNOW if their parent's still have sex…" Joy sighed.
"Would any of those adopt me, you think?" Whim groaned.
"Couldn't hurt to ask, I guess…" his sister grinned. "And speaking about ASKING…"
"No."
"YES! Go ask him or do you want your big sister to do it for you? Because I will!" she said and stood up.
"NO!" Whim tackled her before she could get too far. "I'll ask! I'll ask!"
"When?"
"Tomorrow!"
"Fine. But if you haven't asked when we get back from school…"
"I hate you so much…" Whim grumbled.
"That's what sisters are for!" Joy smiled brightly and left for her own room to do some homework of her own. And her nails. Mostly her nails.
Whim, who had no intention of going to his own room as long as his parents were busy in theirs, took the elevator to the Titan's main floor, where he spotted the one he hoped would help him forget his terrible fate for a few hours.
"Hi uncle BB, wanna play some games?" he asked.
"Sorry little dude," the green man grinned and ruffled the demon's hair, "I gotta take the kids for a practice session. Wanna come?" 'The kids' were the new generation of Teen Titans. The original team were now just 'Titans' and acted a bit like mentors for the young prodigies. True, the crime level in Jump had dropped dramatically since the demon's, and especially Slade's, appearance, but the Titans had spread their realm of operation far and wide, with the help of new high speed vehicles and with the full support of the Justice League. Robin and Speedy had, since their children had become older, rejoined their team part time. They had been teased mercilessly for not being 'feminists' who 'could have it all' meaning a family and a career. They both had found, to their own surprise, that family life actually gave them more, however. Robin had been especially stunned by this revelation. He trained the new recruits in martial arts, however, as well as acrobatics and computer science, so he wasn't exactly bored between missions and family emergencies.
Raven taught meditation, and also helped the more magically inclined recruits. Starfire taught them how to work and get along as a team, Cyborg honed their mechanical skills and Beast Boy, somewhat surprisingly, taught strategy. The former team of superheroes had turned into a sort of informal academy, and the T-Tower was teeming with occupants.
Whim didn't really want to come along for a lesson, even though Beast Boy's were usually really fun and consisted of a lot of laser tag. He shook his head and smiled a little. "Nah, I just wanna chill.." he said, excusing himself.
Whim stared at Scion sitting in the desk across the aisle, just a little bit in front of him.
"Eyes on your test, Harper," the teacher told him firmly.
With a sigh the young demon glanced down on the paper again, but he didn't know the answers to anything on there. He had written his name and doodled a little. He couldn't leave, though, because it was the last lesson of the day, and he had to make sure he caught Scion as soon as he left, or else… Joy had already reminded him during lunch, so he knew she hadn't forgotten her threat. Whim sighed again. Why was love so HARD?!
He kept looking at Scion through the corner of his eye and as the other teen flipped the page over, to make sure there was nothing on the back, Whim supposed, he hadn't even looked himself, the bird demon straightened up. But no. His love interested apparently decided that he should reread the questions and make additional notes. Ten minutes later, still way ahead of the rest of the class, Scion stood up. Whim shot up from his chair as well and, after dropping off his very uncompleted test on the teacher's desk, getting an raised eyebrow in the process, he hurried out after the blue-skinned demon.
"Hey!" Whim called out and fell in step beside his crush.
"Did you finish already?" Scion said, completely oblivious to the fact that that might have been interpreted as bragging, as he had finished himself.
"Um… yeah… easy!" the smaller demon grinned.
"Really? What did you put for question three?"
"Um… America?"
"Yes, the Romans knew a lot about that…" Scion said dryly. "Did you even try?"
"Um-yeah-no… forget it, okay? I have to ask you something!"
"Okay, what?" the taller demon said and stopped, giving his friend all of his attention. All of it. It was a bit overwhelming when eyes as blue as that just seemed to gaze straight into your soul.
"Ummm… ummm…" Whim began.
"Yes?"
"I… Um… Well… Are-you-going-to-the-dance?"
"For Valentine's?" Scion, who wasn't quite as out of the loop as Fluke was. "Well, we have that algebra test, remember? Besides, no one has asked me."
"Um.. so if someone did…?"
"What did you hear?" Scion grinned. "Is someone thinking of asking me? Who? That dark-haired swimmer? He's nice… or that girl who runs the school paper, she's brilliant!"
"Well… I…"
"Oh, someone sent you to ask? Heh, okay… it's a bit weird, but sure… who is it?"
"… it's… me…" Whim said in a very small voice. Obviously Scion's type were tall and stunning or very clever. He was neither.
"What?"
"Me… I'm… asking if you… umm… want to… go with me?"
Scion burst out laughing.
In a house full of teens everyone was used to drama, but, to be fair, it was usually not started by these two particular individuals.
First Robin and Speedy, who was busy doing something so incredibly grown-up as preparing the week's shopping list, saw Whim rushing through the common room, heading for his bedroom, crying his eyes out.
"Whim! Stop! I-" shouted Scion, running after him.
"I HATE YOU!" Whim yelled and slammed his door shut, looking it with a resounding click.
"What's going on?" Robin said in a voice that demanded his son's attention.
"I… I…" Scion began.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Little. Boy?" Speedy said in a similar voice.
"Nothing! I mean.. he… he asked me out to the dance, and… I… I… laughed."
"Why would you do something like that?!" Robin looked, and sounded, outraged. "Do you realize how cruel that is?"
"But I didn't mean to! I thought it was one of his jokes! He ALWAYS makes jokes like that!" the young man defended himself. "It was only when he ran, I… and then he jumped on the bus as it was leaving and I followed him on my bike, but he wouldn't stop and listen!"
"I'm not surprised…" Speedy said dryly.
"Scion…" Robin said softly. "Come sit down… There's no use trying to talk to him right now anyway. Come." The Titan led his child to the sofa and took his hand. "Scion… what if all those jokes of Whim's… weren't jokes?"
"What? But… but… they have to be! He's been making them since we were like… twelve!"
"Too much information…" Speedy, who had joined them while giving them a bit of space, muttered.
"Whim is in love with you. He has been for a long time," Robin said softly.
"But… but… how do you know?!"
"Everyone who's not blind and deaf knows," Speedy chuckled.
"But… I never…" the teen blinked, hearing his mother and uncle chuckle.
"I love you, but you inherited your thick skull from your father. He also has a bit of a one track mind…" Robin grinned.
"Yes, but it leads to great things," Speedy grinned as well.
"Hush you, this is about Whim and Scion," Robin snorted and turned back to his son. "Scion, you are not required to feel the same way, but, if you don't… I'm afraid you will have to talk to him… and, if you do… well… you'll have to talk to him too, I guess…"
"But… he hates me now…" Scion said sadly.
"Yup. Thick skull…" Speedy concluded. "My son doesn't hate you, he's just humiliated and heartbroken."
"'Just'?" Scion muttered.
"Yes, 'just'. He'll calm down and you can talk," Robin promised. "Now, I want you to go to your room and think about what you are going to say, and your uncle and I are going to get the poor thing some ice cream."
"Will that help?" the teen asked.
Robin and Speedy exchanged a look and smiled. "Always," they answered as one.
Scion laid on his bed with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. Whim had a crush on him? And he had been told that by his mother? Was he really as thick headed as they claimed? He thought back to all the little and not-so-little hints and concluded that yes, yes he was. But knowing was only half the solution… how did he feel? Because his mother had been right, it was easy to feel some sort of obligation, or the he-likes-me-so-I-like-him-thing that seemed to happen to half his classmates from time to time. So… did he like Whim? Well, of course he liked him, but did he like him like that? He closed his eyes and decided to do a thought exercise that Raven had once taught them. Whim… what was the first things about him that came to mind? A bright smile and glittering, laughing green eyes. It kind of hurt to think about how those eyes had looked crying… Well… Maybe these weren't romantic feelings, but one couldn't deny that the other young man was cute. Very cute. And the feeling of his ass sitting on his- No. Scion shook his head. He had to keep this from getting… hormonal. What was the next thing? His smell. He had always liked his smell. Whim smelled… right. He liked to sniff his hair, and, if he had the opportunity, his neck. Sometimes they fell asleep in the same bed or on the couch and… well… he just liked his smell! But that wasn't enough to make him his boyfriend, though, was it? Probably not. So… should they just be friends? Should Whim date someone else? Take someone else to the dance? Scion was startled by a low noise and became even more so when he realized that it was himself. Growling. Now, he had seen some of his father's more… animalistic sides, but please… restraint anybody? Of course Whim could have a boyfrien- and there it was again. He didn't want to picture him with anyone else, because that was just wrong. Scion sighed. He needed his father for this.
"Dad?"
"Scion? Something troubling you?" the large demon rumbled, looking stern, which his son knew was his 'worry-face'… although it was also his 'concentration-face' and his 'angry-face', so… yeah. He was sitting on his throne and the room was quite full of other demons who had come asking for guidance or were just milling around, socializing.
"Yeah, um… could we talk?"
"Everyone leave!" Slade's voice boomed through the large cavernous room.
Scion couldn't help a small smile. His father could have just excused himself and they could have talked in his private chambers, but instead he had just emptied the room. To talk to his son. Scion knew that he was lucky to have such an attentive father. Clearing his schedule? Not a problem. Actually, that was true for both his parents, whenever he needed them… it was a pity they had gotten such a knucklehead for a son, he thought dryly to himself.
"So what's the problem, son?"
"Well… I… there's someone who likes me, and-"
"Whim?"
Fine. Everyone knew. Great. "Yeah… and I wonder if… well… how did you know that you liked mom?"
"Well, I decided to marry, and Red X brought him for me."
"Um… yeah.. but… um… when did you start to… like him?"
"At once of course. He was adorably angry at first… maybe you should ask him, because I have a feeling it took a little bit longer for him…" the Demon Lord added almost wistfully.
"Um, yes, but… ah, damn it! Whim smells amazing! Does that mean anything?"
"Of course."
"Well? What?"
"You already know."
"But-"
"No 'buts', as they say. I know you respect both your human and your demon heritage and I'm very proud of you for that, but you also need to respect your demon instincts. They are trying to tell you something. Listen."
"Yes, but just because everything inside tells me he's mine, doesn't mean I love him, does it?"
"Doesn't it?" his father blinked.
"It does?"
"Like I said, listen to your instincts."
"I know, but… sometimes, when I do… I kinda feel like an animal…" Scion said apologetically.
"Well, we do have an animalistic side…" his father smirked. "But you know what?"
"No?"
"Your mother never complains."
Scion groaned and turned to walk away. "Thanks dad… I'll go listen to the animal within, then…"
"You do that, son, and oh- wait…"
"Yes?"
"I just realized that sometimes he does complain… but mostly never."
"Ah. Thanks. Good to know…" Scion said weakly as he left.
So his father didn't help. Well, he did, but… No, Scion refused to be an animal about this, Whim deserved better than that, didn't he? Speaking of the redhead, he really needed to see him. Right now. He hurried up from the basement where the portal stood and was soon banging on the other teen's door.
"Whim? Let me in!"
"I don't think he's ready to see you yet," Speedy said from behind him.
"I don't care! Whim! Open this door right NOW!" Scion snarled. Actually snarled. He needed to see his- to see Whim. A flimsy door wasn't going to stand in his way.
Actually it wasn't that flimsy, but it wasn't 'determined-demon-safe' either, and with a crash it wasn't really even a door anymore.
"Get out!" Whim yelled from his bed.
"No! Not until you listen to me!" Scion yelled back.
"Fuck off!" was his answer.
"Fine! But you're going with me to the dance tomorrow, and that's final!" the larger demon roared, stomped out of the room, disappeared into his room and slammed the door.
Robin and Speedy looked at each other.
"Well… this is kind of how it started for us too, wasn't it?" Speedy said weakly.
"I remember yelling, yes…" Robin answered in the same tone. "Sure, it was mostly me, but… yeah.."
"So… it will work out?"
"Hopefully, or they might just kill each other," Robin shrugged.
"Well, that's worse for you, I got two more," Speedy said.
"Three more."
"Oh. Right. Three," the archer amended.
"Mom?" came a small voice from the wreckage that used to be a doorway.
"Yes, honey?" Speedy said and suddenly had an armful of crying seventeen-year-old in his arms. Not a common thing.
"What is it, sweetie? Don't you want to go with him?"
"Of c-course I do! I'm so ha-haa-aappy!" Whim sobbed.
Speedy gave his friend a pleading look, not knowing quite what to say or do.
"Whim," Robin said softly. "Let's get some ice cream…"
The next evening the whole floor was abuzz with activity. Two suits had been quickly found and fitted for the boys after Robin managed to convince Slade that ceremonial loincloths really didn't fit in well at an high school dance.
Joy and Lucky were going as well, both having dates since several weeks back. Joy would not miss an opportunity to wear a gorgeous dress, after all, and Lucky was very popular, even more so than Scion, who was a bit too much of an introvert to really be a 'crowd pleaser' Lucky on the other hand… introvert was the last thing that he might be called.
"Whim?" Robin said to the beaming demon. "A word, please?"
Scion noticed how his mom pulled his date aside and talked to him for a few minutes. When Whim returned he had a slight blush on his face but didn't look too devastated.
"What did mom want?" the taller teen asked worriedly.
"Um… oh, nothing, just… Um… should we go?"
"Okay…" Scion said suspiciously, and sent his grinning mother a glare.
"Buy mom, dad!" Joy said excitedly and waved from the elevator, "And thanks again for the dress! The best birthday present ever!"
As the doors closed after the teens, Speedy frowned. "Didn't we say combined birthday and Christmas present?"
"Yes, and, I think she added something about 'the only thing I want ever, you never have to give me anything else ever again!'" Red X chuckled.
"Speaking about birthday presents…" Robin smiled and wound an arm around his own demon, cuddling into his side. "I know what you could get me…"
"What, love?" Slade asked.
"Pregnant."
There was a bit of a pause, and then the blue demon's face split into a wide grin.
"You mean that, love?"
"Yes... I want more kids, I really, really do…" Robin smiled back. "Unless you think it's a bad ide-WHOA!"
"And there they go," Speedy grinned, watching Slade hoisting Robin over his shoulder and heading for their bedroom.
"So… how about you? Don't you want more kids too?" Red asked carefully.
"Are you kidding? Remember how busy we were? We barely slept for the first four years!"
"Yeah," Red said a bit wistfully. "I guess it's good not to have to do all that again… the diapers… the night feeding, the messes… wiping noses, cleaning up puke, colic… waking up in the mornings with all four kids in bed with us… having to safeguard everything when they learned to crawl… and walk… and when they started to talk and all of them were asking questions at the same time… or having to read four different bedtime stories because they couldn't agree… and trying to stop them from suckling their thumbs…"
"Okay!"
"What?"
"Okay! You convinced me!" Speedy said. "I miss all that! I want more of those moments!"
"Anytime, my gem," Red grinned.
"Can we only have one this time, though?"
"No promises," the demon grinned and pulled his husband towards their room by his hand.
"If there's more than four I'll divorce you and give you full custody!" Speedy warned him.
Scion had rather hoped that they would all stick together at the dance, but as soon as they entered the gym, where it was held, Joy, Lucky and their dates scattered, leaving the two boys alone and a little awkward.
"Um, so… nice decorations…" Scion said, looking around. It was all very glittery. And blue. He might have to watch out so he didn't disappear.
"Yeah… um… something to drink… maybe?" Whim said, also feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed.
"I'll get you some punch!" his date said happily, obviously glad to get something to do, and left him all alone.
There had been some whispers as they had walked in, but nothing more than that. You didn't mess with the demon-kids, after all. Even from when they started kindergarten and Robin and Speedy had been very worried about them, there hadn't been any trouble. Only a few parents wanted to know if their children really were 'safe' among 'half humans'… In the end the school called a parent meeting. Slade and Red X attended. Not a word more was said.
"Hi, Whim!" a voice from the crowd called and a figure emerged.
"Hi Joan!" the demon grinned, glad to see and actual friend among all these people.
"So, wanna dance?" the girl asked.
"He's with ME!" a growl was heard as a shadow fell over them both. Whim gasped as Scion gave him his drink and then pulled him closer so that he almost spilled it. The taller demon glared so hard that the redhead thought the girl would burst into flames.
"She's just a friend, Sci! Joan, you know Scion, right?"
"Well, I thought I did," the girl said wryly, not letting herself be scared away quite so easily. "Don't worry, I wasn't gonna steal him, I'm as gay as they come… I didn't know you two were dating, though! You're so cute together!"
Whim coughed and gave Scion an embarrassed glance, but the other demon actually straightened a little and smirked proudly, for some reason, while pulling Whim even closer.
"I think I better stop you before you parade me through the room looking like that," the redhead snorted and put his cup down. He had taken a sip, but it was absolutely vile. "Should we dance, then?"
Scion just nodded and led him to the already crowded part of the hall that were reserved for dancing. Whim just goofed off at first but then he noticed that Scion actually moved really well to the music. Amazingly well. So he got closer and moved with him, locking eyes until nothing else existed around them.
"Take it easy there, boys, a little space, it's not a slow dance," a voice told them suddenly and, again, Whim found himself being pulled to 'safety' in Scions arms, as a growl emitted from the taller demon's throat.
"I never…! I'm going to have a chat with your moth- with your other fath- with your parents, young man!" the chaperone, who also happened to be a teacher, let them know. Many of the teachers did have a bit of a problems with the demons calling one of their male parents 'mother' but it was natural in their family; after all, Robin and Speedy had given birth to them.
"I'm sorry Miss Barret," Scion said meekly. "You just… surprised me."
"Yes, we always growl when we get startled, it's nothing we can help," Whim joined in.
"Oh." the teacher, who had never actually taught any of them, apart from substituting now and then, said. "Well… I guess I'll forgive you then. But it's quite rude."
"… was quite rude to interrupt us too…" Whim muttered as she moved away to destroy the mood for some other couple.
"I should apologize to you too…" Scion said and looked ashamed.
"Oh, don't, this was what your mom warned me about," the redhead grinned.
"It was?"
"Yeah, he said that if you were anything like Slade, you could act a bit… possessive."
"But I don't want to! It's so… boorish."
"Well, I like it."
"You do?"
"Yeah," Whim's eyes were glittering. "So.. like… if you want to… you know… prove anything…?"
So there, in the middle of the dance floor was where, both Scion and Whim, got their first, real, kiss. And Miss Barret had to knock them on the shoulders pretty hard for them to stop.
They left just a little while later, both of them just wanting to escape the crowd and the noise and just be together. They ended up walking home to the Tower, hand in hand, talking about everything, and stopping rather frequently to kiss.
Scion had quite a hard time to keep his hands off his date. It was like he needed to touch him, or it would hurt, somehow. Unfortunately they had reached the tower and with their luck their parents would be waiting for them with silly grins on their faces.
When the elevator door opened, however, there was no one in sight.
"This is odd…" Scion said, looking around. Whim, however had picked up on a thumping sound from his parent's bedroom.
"Oh, damn it, they are at it again…" he muttered. "I'm sleeping in your room tonight."
"Um… are you… sure?" the taller demon said, looking uncomfortable.
"You can't send me to my room now!" his date hissed. "It would be torture! Come on!" the redhead dragged him into the bedroom, locked the door and then kissed him again. Scion liked that, especially the demon part of him. The demon part didn't see why it should stop at kissing, however, especially as there was a perfectly convenient bed nearby. He didn't really regain control until he found himself on that bed, on top of Whim, half kissing, half biting his neck.
He drew back, panting.
"I… I don't think this is a good idea, I'm a bit…a bit…"
"Horny? You're not the only demon here, you know," the other smirked and pulled him down for another kiss. Jackets were soon off, and then ties. Scion heard buttons popping, but if it was from his shirt of Whim's he wasn't sure. Maybe both. Skin on skin contact felt amazing.
"You really do have condoms, right?" Whim panted in his ear, waking Scion up from his lust-filled frenzy once again, and this time he got off the bed.
"We don't have to do this!" he said, and began to pace the room.
"I know," he heard Whim say.
"It's much too soon, it's our first date!"
"Yeah, but we've know each other our whole life," the other pointed out softly.
"I know," Scion groaned, determined not to even look at his date before his brain stopped screaming at him to just claim him. "But this is more like you don't have to do this! You could get pregnant you know, the condom might rip or something! And it might hurt! And we can wait, you don't have to do this for me to love you!"
"Good arguments," the redhead admitted. "I have two good ones too, though."
"What?"
"Condoms and lube. Found them in your nightstand," he said.
Scion made the mistake of looking over then, only to discover that, yes, his date had found the items, and also managed to get rid of all his clothes. He was grinning at him from the bed, propped up on one shoulder, knees raised and holding out a wrapped-up condom. Scion knew he was lost even before the redhead slowly began to part those knees.
"You're mine!" he growled and pounced.
Now, with two virgins involved, none of them knowing what they were doing but both wanting to do it really, really badly, it was never going to be very good, or, for that matter, last very long. However, they kept kissing and touching afterwards until they found themselves ready for a round two, and, this time, they scored higher. Quite a bit higher, actually, but, even after fooling around in the shower for a bit, they both had to admit that there would be no round three that night as Whim was a bit sore and Scion had pulled a groin muscle. They eventually crawled under the covers and cuddled up together to sleep.
Scion woke up from an urgent knocking on his door the next morning.
"Son? You in there?" he heard his mother yell. "What happened last night? Whim is missing! He hasn't been sleeping in his bed!"
"Um, he's… he's in here, mom," the teen found himself forced to admit, getting a cheeky little grin from the 'missing' demon.
Robin got very quiet for a while.
"If you made me a grandmother tonight, I'm going to let your father spank you!" he let his son know.
"I… we… no, we didn't!" Scion exclaimed, hoping it was true.
"Good. If you haven't made me a grandmother in ten years or so, I'm going to let him spank you for that, though," Robin told him.
"Oohhh.. spanking sounds kinda hot, wanna try it sometime?" Whim whispered.
Scion only had one thing to say to that, something most teens have cried in desperation at least once in their lives. "Mom! GO AWAY!"
The End
A/N: first some… disclaimers, or thanks or whatever… Firstly to Monster of Cookies who pointed out, based on a quick sketch of Whim and Scion I posted in the facebook group, that Whim (Spot) actually has spots. I had not realized. I had to put that in the story, though, because… duh!
The other thanks goes to Rachel Vare who, in the same group, posted a comic by Cyanide & Happiness where the pregnant-joke, in a slightly different form, appeared. The original said:
"What are you getting me for Christmas?"
"Pregnant."
It was just so good I said I had to use it and I did… just wanted to make sure you knew where it came from… ;) It isn't often I KNOW where a joke comes from after all… ;)
So… was the OC horror as bad as I feared? Worse, maybe? Let me know! How? Well, there's this review window here below, try that out!
I'll see some of you on Sunday for the next chapter of "By Royal Command". You don't want to miss that one... ;)