Wednesday The Third
Pairing: Beastboy/Robin
Sighs muffled in the night air, awake or dreaming, it didn't matter any more to the youngest member of the team. He rolled over, back to the mattress, face to the ceiling; he had accomplished all but one of his goals.
He had been, for a time, his leader's sidekick; the same leader that was now causing the soft sighs and unsatisfied moans.
How had it come this far? A silly hero-worship crush had evolved into this. This burning need that set low in his abdomen, consuming his heated blood.
Was this love? No, this was something more, this was worship.
This craving of domination, of being punished by the same hand that brought the pleasure…he was drowning, slipping away into this storm of desire.
He was going crazy…the need was too great.
Down the hall and in another room, the great leader lay awake in his bed. Long ago had the covers been kicked off into the hot stale air, mask tossed aside; as close to naked and vulnerable as he would allow himself to become.
Burying his face in his pillow, he let out a stifled moan. He was the leader he shouldn't be having these thoughts. Letting his lust overwhelm him, if only for a moment, he fought hard to control his body's reaction to the thought of him.
Him. The youngest member of the team…who was only two years younger than himself. How could his thoughts be centering on him?
Why not the alien or even the sorceress? They were both female, both attractive, but in the night, when his blood rushed downwards, it was always the thoughts of him.
Was it the way the boy looked at him? His smile after battle? His strength and vigor or his never give up attitude? Was it the way they came from different backgrounds but had so much in common?
Whatever it was, it was driving him crazy…the ache was too great.
