By: Dreamfall

Summary: As a whole, this is just gonna be where I put random bits and pieces that don't belong to any of my other works. At the moment it has but one semi-drabble, and that a Teen Titans slash because my friend had a toothache and needed cheering up.

Section Summary: This is utter and complete fluff. It's purpose in being was to comfort a friend who had a bad shaving cream experience. She said she could talk/think about anything, so long as it didn't have to do with shaving cream. I decided to try to fix it and remove this hole from her conversational abilities, and so this story was born. It also got me a chance to play with Cyborg, who I love. There's implied (strongly) Wally/Robin in the middle, and the beginning of a Cy/OC mentioned throughout.

Rating: T, I think. People with strong feelings on sexual themes might say M. I'm gonna go ahead and give the whole thing an M, since it's entirely likely that at some point something I toss in here will go dark, and I don't want to have to change it then.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.

Spoilers: Ha. R/KF is so non-canon, without having a plot there's absolutely no possibility of spoiling anything. Makes it fun, huh?

Review Response: Responses to any reviews will be posted in the same livejournal as my other review responses-- username dreamfall(underscore)ff.

Shaving Cream

Cyborg reached out blindly with one hand, the other splashing water over his face. When he touched the wall, he looked up in surprise, eyes snapping open and then blinking as water ran into them. The small shelf that held his toiletries was in its usual location, its contents neatly laid out-- except for one hole in the ranks. Somebody had swiped his shaving cream. He stared at the hole in disbelief, then growled, "Beast Boy."

He checked to be sure his towel was fastened securely around his hips, then threw open the door and stalked out into the hall, preparing to hunt down his irritating friend and find out just what the hell he'd done with his shaving cream. He thought Beast Boy's jokes could be funny, even when they were on him. But he damned well ought to know better than to pull shit like this when he knew Cyborg had plans for the evening...

Nobody was in the living room. And a shout only brought out Raven, who looked him up and down with her brows slightly raised and then said, uninterestedly, that Beast Boy had said he was going out for a while. Swearing, he turned on the computers and scanned the recent lobby security tapes to see if he could figure out whether the green menace had really gone. He had. He'd left the tower three minutes ago. Cyborg glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen, swore, and went for the elevator. Then paused, went back to the computer, and watched the clip more carefully. Especially how Beast Boy hadn't left the elevator the moment the door opened, but had done something to the panel, body between the camera and whatever he did. And that grin he was wearing as he left. Muttering furiously, he set off for the stairs, and started jogging down them.

A shout stopped him outside the danger room, and he paused, brows drawing together in confusion. It had sounded like Robin, but Robin never shouted during training-- not unless it was at someone. And this had sounded... odd.

He turned and approached, hearing the shout give way to a helpless laugh, and silently opened the door.

It had been Robin.

Probably.

Maybe, at least, he thought doubtfully, looking at the figure beyond. Maybe it was a mystical copy from an alternate dimension; that would explain a lot, he decided, as the boy gave another shout, which gave way to helpless laughter.

He was lying on his back, pinned by Wally's taller figure. Both of Robin's hands had been pinned over his head by one of Wally's, and his shirt was rucked up almost to his armpits and Wally was kneeling over his thighs. And his free hand was dispensing a stream of shaving cream directly into Robin's belly button as the smaller boy thrashed, head thrown back, howling with laughter. They were, actually, both covered in shaving cream, faces streaked, clothes puffed with foam. Robin's torso was liberally smeared with it, though there were stripes of clear skin cut through the cream, a handprint of smeared skin un one hip, though the part of the hand that had been below the trousers line had left the cream there mostly undisturbed. Cyborg decided not to think about that.

As Robin suddenly leaned back, wrapped his legs around Wally's waist, and used the leverage to flip them both, and the pair's eyes locked and both seemed to forget the can of shaving cream, Cyborg decided to announce his presence before he was given more he had to avoid thinking about. He cleared his throat. Loudly.

Both heads snapped towards him, and beneath the shaving cream, Robin went scarlet. He jumped off Wally and took several steps back, as though hoping to convince Cyborg nothing had happened. "Cy-- I-- We-- It's not what you think!"

Cyborg waved one hand, cutting him off, as Wally raised himself on his elbows and pouted. "I don't want to know what it was. Or wasn't," he stated. "At all," he added, as Robin started to speak again.

Robin gave up and turned half away, eyes closed, looking mortified. Cyborg almost regretted it, but not quite. There was a lot he'd give to have Robin happy. Knowing the details of what had caused it were not among them. He turned to Wally who was looking back at him, grinning cheerfully, completely unashamed.

Cyborg walked forward until he was looming over the boy, then held out his hand.

Wally reluctantly deposited the can into it.

Cyborg shook it, squeezed a bit onto his hand, and rubbed the cream over the stubble on his face. "I expect a new can tomorrow," he stated. "And for this place to be cleaned up before you leave."

Robin's head bobbed without turning back to him. Wally shrugged. "Sure."

He nodded and headed for the door.

"Hey, Cy?"

He turned back with a sigh. "What Wally?"

"I just never thought you'd look so good in a towel."

Cyborg snorted, and tossed the nearly-empty can at Robin, who caught it without turning. "Give 'im hell, Robin-- he deserves it." He locked the door on his way out.

Starfire had joined Raven in the living room when he stalked back up the stairs, and both watched wordlessly as he walked past them into the bathroom and picked up his razor.

Fifteen minutes later he started down the stairs one last time, and reached the door just in time to see a tall young woman with a face more good-humored than beautiful start up the path towards the tower. He grinned as her face broke into a smile on seeing him. Then his eyes widened as he saw a green form streaking towards her across the yard. He broke into a run, knowing he'd be too late--

And then she was holding a small green cat by the scruff of its neck as it looked at her, bemused and annoyed. She looked at Cyborg and smiled. "This yours?"

He laughed. "We haven't been able to get rid of him yet," he admitted.

The cat yowled and fought, but couldn't do anything against the grip on his scruff, and she gave him a shake. "Stop it, you."

The cat vanished, Beast Boy appearing, and he glared back and forth at both of them. "Way to ruin a joke," he said.

Cyborg grinned. "I dunno. I think this was far more amusing than anything you could have planned. Sam, meet Beast Boy. He was one of many who tried to sabotage this evening. Shall we get out of here before anyone succeeds?"

Sam smiled, her brown eyes warm with humor and something else. Something he'd started seeing a few days ago, something that had finally made him work up his courage and ask her out on an actual date. "Let 'em try," she said, linking her arm with his.

Beast Boy looked at them, and his face fell, annoyance turning to disappointment. "You're not wet!"

Cyborg blinked in surprise, but Sam never missed a beat. She glanced over at him, raised her brows, and said, "You're not that cute."

Beast Boy looked confused, then shocked, red showing through his green skin. "I didn't-- I mean-- I wouldn't--"

She just looked at him, expression innocent, and Cyborg felt a deep thrill of satisfaction. He waited patiently while Beast Boy scrambled for words, then finally decided that if he waited much longer, they'd miss their reservation. "You mean you rigged the elevator's fire system to spray me on my way down?"

"Yeah!" he agreed, then blinked and backed away. "I mean, no! Of course not. I'd never do that!"

Cyborg rolled his eyes. "Right. Anyway. We're off to dinner."

"But what about--" He cut himself off with a shrug and turned. A furious shout came from the lobby.

"Beast Boy! Get over here-- I'm going to rip your hair out!" The all turned to see Raven stalking out, dripping wet, cloak hanging heavily on her shoulders. "And if you turn into a bird, I'll rip your feathers out. And if you turn into a snake I'll rip your scales out. And if you have none of those, I'm going to ripyour skin offyou underripe banana!"

Beast Boy made a quiet eep and tried to hide behind Cyborg, who said conversationally, "And this in Raven. Raven, this is Samantha."

Raven nodded curtly, moving around them. "Pleasure. Though not as much as ripping you into shreds is going to be," she added, telekinetically jerking Beast Boy out from behind his human shield.

"Right," Cyborg said. "We'll just leave you two to it, then."

"Nice to meet you," Sam said cheerfully, turning with him to walk down the path.

Just as they were reaching the gate, they heard Starfire's howl behind them. "Beast Boy!"