Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
A/N: (bangs head on desk) BANG! BANG! BANG! Can some one throw me a damn paper bag! I can't show my face around here anymore! Oh gods, I'm sooo totally embarrassed! AHHHAAAAHHH!
Rorek: (grabs cimple and slaps her across the face) Get a hold of yourself woman, what the hell? Why are you so panicked?
X: See the skit? (throws Rorek the skit, leaving cimple to continue banging her head on her desk)
Rorek: . … Well now … that's … rather … interesting. O.o o.O
Me: Somebody shoot me now! I don't know what came over me! It just … happened! AAAHHHHAHAHHAHH!
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Don't Ruin It
"Damn!" Malchior cursed openly as the Priest left himself, Rorek, Raven, and Kenneth in the library alone, leaning against a shelf of books and glaring at the ground he ran his clawed fingers through his ebony locks and shook his head, "They're planning something. That was just too convenient for us … if not suspiciously enough a set up."
Raven tsked and rolled her eyes, "They're the 13 Monks, they're always up to something. Whether it's for their own gain or not …"
On the side Kenneth with Francesca shrugged, "Whatever, looks like we're off to check out the Dragon Clan. Who's Grandmaster Zhain, Malchior? Someone we should know about?"
The still clearly disturbed dragon raised a brow and gave Kenneth an odd look then shook his head, "No, Zhain was never one to … aw shit!"
"What now?" Raven scoffed plopping onto the bay window was a tired sigh.
While Malchior growled away, "The Northeastern Lands, that's where Malachite said he stationed himself as one of the Four Defenders for that territory."
Lost, Kenneth let it be known with a blank, "Wha?"
"Malachite, he was an old friend," Malchior growled even lower and yanked at the tendrils of his hair, "God, how could I have forgotten him! He'll recognize me on sight!"
""Was" an old friend?" Rorek raised a brow, "What happened?"
Malchior scowled at the wizard, "Oh, I was trapped in a book for a thousand years and never called, do the math."
Suddenly feeling like an idiot for asking such a question Rorek cleared his throat and looked off to space. Raven sighed and closed her eyes; "We'll think of something … for now, I think we should recollect everything that's happened so far and go with the flow. We're just going to try and convince the dragons to keep the peace with Azarath and to have a little more patience where the illegal trafficking of slaves from their kind is concerned."
"Yeah …" Kenneth snorted and made his way to the exit, "right, well, I'm out. Those Amulets ain't gonna find themselves ya know."
Raven shot up, "Kenneth! Don't you dare steal those Amulets!"
Just as he was closing the doors behind him the thief winked playfully, "Wouldn't dream."
Fingers crossed behind his back and that sly grin on his face the thief was gone and Rorek was following, "I might as well see if Saligia really is what she is. If it's even possible."
Malchior rolled his eyes, "Oh give it a rest already Rorek, my sister is NOT the Angel of Death's chosen successor!"
"You never know, better safe then sorry Malchior, good day," with that innocent smile of his Rorek nodded his head in a gentleman manner and closed the door, leaving Malchior to grumble about: 'stupid paranoid wizards and their stupid dumbass theories'.
Raven shook her head and stood up from her bay window to walk deeper into the library, Malchior caught her movement and looked around. Noticing that they were really alone, he followed her wondering what it was she was looking for, yet at the same time wondering just what tonight had in store for them. By all means, they – the 13 Monks – were actually sending her to meet his family. Maybe not blood, but his kind … it made him unsure whether or not if that was such a good idea. Especially with Rorek and Kenneth tagging a long – not like they were going to be caught dead sitting around in the Palace anyway.
Kenneth hated government, and Rorek didn't like to impose.
Or what he thought was imposing.
Malchior sighed and leaned his head on a shelf when Raven stopped – deep into the archives and far from the exit yet next to another bay window. Using its natural light as a reading advantage, Malchior blinked slowly and just drank in her form and aura, feeling himself calming down from all his raging thoughts. Raven looked up from her book to Malchior after feeling him staring at her for a good minute. Not that she didn't have patience to out last him, she could just feel his emotions spiraling every which way possible, only to suddenly stop and focus on her. It made her curious to what he could possibly be thinking about that put him in such a twist.
He smirked when she looked up at him then pushed off the shelf and made his way towards her. Soundlessly he waltz and Raven stayed put, snapping the book she was skimming through closed to ask, "Something the matter?"
"There was," he answered with a hushed tone, as if afraid to be heard from other's in the library when they were the only ones in the area. Raven looked down and watched his nimble clawed fingers take her book and put it back in its place. While the others swirled around her chin and pulled her back up to look at him, Raven knew what came next and did nothing to stop him. There was just no point when she enjoyed his every touch just as much as he enjoyed how she tasted.
So sweet, and that was just her kisses.
Last night replaying in his head and what he could have been able to do with his little Raven if it weren't for Rorek to go and open his mouth about etiquettes. Or when he had actually called her demonic blood to surface in her room … but then that damned letter had to come through. In fact … he knew many a time he could have made Raven his forever and a day, but couldn't because it was the wrong time. Either that, or she just wasn't in the mood, like last night, which made it no fun for him.
Slowly, reluctantly he pulled away from her, basking in her lovely sweet scent of tasty vanilla and plumeria (a flower), plus if the hinted scent of her arousal wasn't note of what he was doing to her. Malchior chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers, "Does sweet Raven want to play after leaving me alone last night? You're no fun."
Raven couldn't help a fanged smirk of her own, "I'm sure you found other means of having funwithout me."
Malchior pulled back and put a finger to her lips, "Maybe, but I'd rather play with my mate."
Raven's playful smirk faulted slightly when she heard him use the term 'mate' he more than just told her his intentions, and though she was good at holding her emotions. She couldn't help the flash of insecurity go through clear enough for Malchior to see, running his claw to the back of her ear to push away the strand that got in the way of her pretty face. He asked curiously, "What is it you're still so unsure about love?"
That you'll just leave me after you get what you want … she thought to herself, but never, never would she say that to his face for the simple reason that she knew he'd never do such a thing. How she knew? She didn't … she just … knew, but was it enough to just trust him? Was it enough to just rely on him fully to be there for her if she didn't hear it come from his mouth? Could she just trust him right off the bat after what he had done a couple years ago? Raven gulped and closed her eyes, shaking her head she tip-toed up to his height and pulled him down in a meaningful kiss, You've proved me wrong many times over since you came back … I think it's only fair I return the favor.
Arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss, Malchior was only so happy to respond and carried her up off the ground. Eliciting a muffled gasp from his little Raven as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to keep herself from falling. Effortlessly Malchior brought her to the bay window and laid her down. Pulling away from her and reaching up to slide the curtains closed, he suddenly found himself engulfed in her dark magic and dropping into oblivion. Only to come through, suddenly laying atop his sweet Raven upon her bed in her room.
Snickering Malchior looked down at his blushing mate knowing why she was suddenly so shy, when her silky violet hair wildly tossed around her head. Malchior decided to fix her little shy problem and flashed a clawed finger in her line of view. She looked at it confused for a second then looked up at him only to find him leaning down to whisper into her ear while his clawed finger went to the collar of her shirt, "Last chance … ready or not, Raven."
Gods, did he really have to ask?
Raven was already lost when she felt him clamp his jaw around the crook of her neck, once again, never piercing flesh, but the pressure was driving her demonic side crazy! She nothing more than for him to bite down hard and send her reeling into cloud nine, clutching his shirt. Raven hardly knew what she was doing when her claws dug into the flimsy fabric literally tearing it off. Loosing her humanity to her demonic desire once more, Malchior took that as the go ahead and with one fluid swipe a clean cut down her collar to her shorts she was undressed.
The wonders of having claws, made things so much easier.
Wanting nothing more than to drink in her bare beauty, she was faster in pulling him into a deep kiss, not that he was complaining. Made it much more fun for him as he cupped one of her soft mounds of flesh in his hand, molding and playing with the hardened nipple. Loving the muffled moans he got from his little demoness and feeling a little playful trailed his free hand down the side of her soft curves to her thigh and slid his hand to her nether regions. Tracing her moist folds, Malchior grinned within the kiss and easily inserted a finger into her perfectly lubricated core never worried if his claws could tear into her.
Raven's eyes flashed scarlet for a split second before closing tightly and throwing her head back into her pillow, breathlessly screaming Malchior's name to the ceiling, as her hands gripped her sheets. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Raven thanked the gods of Azarath that the palace walls were thick and soundproof. Otherwise, the only thing worse then having the palace hear her 'activities' were if her mother were to hear it.
After all, she was still living in the palace.
Hands twisted and clutched the sheets below her when she felt Malchior slowly pull his finger out only to push it back in even slower, killing her with his torturous method. Malchior only further sent her reeling when she felt his tongue flick across her left breast before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard enough to earn him another moan from his sweet Raven. She really did taste sweet, catching her off guard Raven bit down on her lower lip when he inserted a second finger into her tight entrance and increased his rhythm.
Just absolutely loving the sounds she made, he went up and caught her in a heated kiss that she more then eagerly responded. Whimpering when he would go no faster than that slow teasing pace which was pushing her close to insanity! Pushing against his fingers to get them to go deeper, he did the unthinkable and pulled out of her completely! Growling at him, the rim of her violet eyes turning red, Malchior chuckled and kissed her forehead. Moving a strand of her violet hair that stuck to her sweating brows, "Don't give me that look love, be patience."
"You're the one that more than wanted to take me in public," Raven, as witty and sarcastic as ever replied forcefully, the suspense was murdering her. She had to lure Malchior out some how, because her pride just couldn't allow for her to be so needy and not have him feel the same way. When in all actuality it was taking every amount of will power for Malchior not to just ravish her body ruthlessly. "I thought you wanted to have fun."
"What ever my mate wishes," somehow, Malchior's pants and boxers ended up on the floor as he positioned himself comfortably in between Raven's separated knees. Flushed and suddenly impatient, Raven nodded up at Malchior's questioning gaze and without further warning he thrust deep into her center and quickly caught her in a kiss when she hissed. The pain stabbed through her body, clenching her eyes shut she felt him stay stalk still waiting for her to adjust to his intrusion.
Raven gasped a prepared breath as she found her hands snaking around his neck when he pulled out of her then slowly pushed back in. Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause her anymore pain than he already had, Malchior held back as best he could. Gritting his fangs together, and gulping down his dragon instincts, too frustrated to the point that beads of sweat started to run down the side of his face. Raven moaned, and with his forehead pressed on her shoulder she whispered into his ear, "Faster."
Her command was obeyed happily, her walls enclosed around him driving him crazy, so tight, hot and slick, it was hard not to hold himself down as she allowed for him to ravish her. Pushing up against his downward thrusts, the perfect friction in an ancient old dance of two lovers.
"Gods … Raven …" Malchior growled low, his fangs growing as his need for release grew even more desperate, hot, sweating, and panting. In and out with such force Raven was lost in an ecstasy like none other.
Faster, harder in their own world, pressure began to build, feeling like a dam about to burst, Raven threw her head back baring her lengthened fangs she felt it coming fast. Barely registering her claws digging into his flesh and scrapping his back, it only sent Malchior further over the edge. He just couldn't take it anymore, her moaning, their mingling scents, and slick bodies, Raven gasped and groaned when he nipped at her neck. "Ooohh … Malchior!"
She shuttered beneath him and her walls tightening around him were the last straw, with a final thrust he buried himself deep within her and found his release. Eyes already tinted red, Malchior growled loud and without much warning clamped his fangs down onto her neck tasting her sweet blood as he broke flesh and finally marked her as his. Raven gasped and clung onto him for dear life, following his actions she bit into his neck and felt a wave of power flood into her veins.
By the time the action was down everyone in palace felt a flash of power go through his or her person. Rorek and Kenneth in separate rooms nearly fell over in shock as they felt a shift, a change in the air. Francesca laying at the floor mewed and seemed to smile as Kenneth shook his head and put a hand to the side of his head, "Whoa … what the hell?"
In another room in the palace, Arella in the middle of her meditation was suddenly winded when the serge reached her. Uncertain and shocked, she held her head and looked around the empty room then shook her head, Gwen … did she find herself another boyfriend? No … that couldn't have been Gwen … the serge Arella knew was too strong.
So who in the palace could it have been she wondered?
Spent, Malchior threw Raven's sheets over their bare bodies and licked at the mark he head given her, watching as the bite mark faded to a faint scar, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Purring and soothing his mate, Raven sighed and rested her forehead on his chest as he held her close, blushing and quite frankly just now realizing what she had just done she gulped. "Malchior … I … I love you."
He stilled, and opened his metallic eyes, looking down at her, Raven looked up at him with her big bright violet eyes. Shinning with nothing but him, he smiled and kissed her forehead, "There now, was that so hard to say?"
She sneered, "Don't ruin it."
"I love you too," he chuckled, but meant every word as he repeated them and was about to pull her back into a hug when he saw something odd forming at her forehead. Sure there was her gem stone still intact, but underneath it an upside down black crescent moon was forming. Taken back, Malchior moved the strands from her hair at the temples to see black strips fading into her hair but tipping towards the crescent moon, he blinked and pulled back, "… no way."
"Malchior?" Raven, apparently seeing the same thing forming at Malchior's forehead, but also having two strips form at either side his ribcage. They looked at one another, with Raven asking, "What's happening?"
"… Well …" uncertain himself, Malchior scoffed in disbelief, "I hardly know, I was an outcast to my clan … and I had already told you I'm not really a Prince … but these marks, that I have and passed to you –" Raven shot a hand to her forehead to feel for the smooth tattoo like marks, " – are the symbol of a Grandmaster and his Mate, but this doesn't make any sense since my title was stripped from me. Literally."
Raven sighed and shook her head, "You know, that knowledge could have been helpful … now it's going to be even harder to cover this."
"You're tell me," Malchior growled and ran his claws through his matted ebony black hair, "now not only will Malachite recognize me, but every other dragon in the Northeastern Lands, but you know what?"
"What?" Raven asked curtly, unsure whether she should be worried about everything that was done … well … actually now that she thought about it. She should be worried because she could be pregnant … cursing herself inwardly for not thinking clear enough to pull him out before he released in side her. Raven just hoped that by some miracle she wouldn't be the "P" word.
Malchior's purring started up again, and Raven sighed tiredly as he chuckled, "As long as everyone knows you're with me officially … I have to problem with that."
Officially …
Yep … where humans used marriage and rings to show their bond, these marks they shared with one another were their forever-binding contract. In a way … they were officially married … and just like Malchior said Raven felt the same way. She had no problems with showing they were together … however … it was going to be hell explaining it to the 13 Monks why she had done so without consulting them. Or to her mother that was bound to go off if found out.
Plus she had her friends back on Earth …
Wow … did she really have to answer to all those people?
Raven wasn't sure, but for now she just curled up next to Malchior and basked in the afterglow.
((--Sunset--))
"I'll be sure to tell him," Raven wrapped in her sheets nodded to the servant girl from earlier.
The girl bowed, "Thank you my Lady, your ship awaits you in the courtyard as well as your other companions. The 13 have requested for you not to take so long."
"Of course," Raven bowed the same as the servant, but the girl took off down the hall never minding the odd mark on her forehead. Raven closed her door and felt Malchior from behind encircle his arms around her waist.
"So we have to leave now?" Malchior pouted and twirled her violet locks within his clawed finger, "But we were just having fun."
"Just?" Raven scoffed and walked her way to her bath room, "Malchior, you've had me for the whole day! Leave me alone already."
Malchior raised a brow and leaned against the door, "You don't mean that do you?"
"What I meant was for you to contain yourself," Raven growled and walked into her bathroom, "now go to your room and get ready to go."
Still pouting, Malchior snorted when she went into her bathroom, opening the exit of her door to leave, he stopped and grinned evilly. Closing the door and with the swiftness that could put any sly demon to shame, Malchior snuck to the bathroom with every intention of catching his demoness off guard. What could it hurt?
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Out in the courtyard, Kenneth laid back against Francesca under the tree, just chilling out while Rorek paced the grassy ground nervously, every now and again glancing to the entrance of the Palace. Where are they … he thought worriedly, Arella standing off to the side close to the ship her eyes closed and meditating in wait, she sighed and looked down to Kenneth and Francesca, "Excuse me."
Kenneth looked up to Arella, not really knowing if she was talking to him, "Yeah?"
"Your nightstalker," she pointed, Francesca's ear flicked at the sound and lifting her head up tilted it curiously as Arella asked, "How were you able to obtain such a creature?"
"Rorek" Kenneth jerked a thumb to the pacing wizard, "he's the one that found her, she just likes me better I guess."
Arella nodded, "Oh, of course."
"Why?"
"Excuse me?"
Kenneth shrugged and sat up, "You asked me about Francesca, why?"
Arella waved her hand in dismissal, after recovering from shock that she had actually been questioned so openly and crudely. "Oh, no reason just curious is all. White nightstalkers are rare, and rather hard to control. Even common shadows and you are human yes?"
"Yeah …"
"Then it makes it even more so interesting."
Nonchalantly Kenneth shrugged once more and lain back on Francesca, "Whatever, cool."
"There you are!" both Arella and Kenneth looked up to see Malchior and Raven coming out dressed and ready to go. Though with an annoyed look plaster on Raven's face she looked up at Rorek and stilled when she saw her mother there, Crap! "Where have you been? We've been waiting for a good hour!"
"Well then I guess we better get going then," Raven rushed to the ship and yanked Malchior after her, passing by her mother she kissed her on the cheek, "hi mom, bye mom."
"Wait, Raenell …" Arella trailed as Raven jumped onto the ship, Malchior barely having a chance to bow respectfully to her, Kenneth jumped to his feet and with Francesca next to him bound up to the ship.
"Yo! Rae! Mal! I'm not going alright, I got some stuff to deal with here."
Raven shot Kenneth a suspicious glare, "X … I'm warning you …"
"Chill! Rorek ain't goin' either, he'll watch me," Kenneth shrugged nad jumped back off with Francesca still aboard, "Francesca will go with you guys for back up or whatever. See ya!"
"Hold on!" Rorek glared at Kenneth, "Who said that I or either of us are stay?"
Kenneth grinned, "Me." grabbing a hold of the wizards elbow and pulling him away from the ship he whispered, between gritted teeth, "I need your help with finding the Amulets."
"I'm not going to help you steal Kenneth," Rorek nearly shouted, but the thief shook his head.
"No, no dumbass, you're just going to help be find them, if Saligia is who you say she is then we're gonna need them."
Arella on the side tilted her head seeing the stress of the two raised a brow, "Is there something the matter?"
Kenneth looked to Arella and smiled as sweet as he could muster, "Nah, we were just talkin' is all … you know … gonna wait for Raven and Malchior to get back from their meeting is all … yeah … um … let's get out of here."
Kenneth shoved Rorek back to the palace with Francesca pressing the button for the ships door to shut and singling for the pilot to take off. Raven looked out the window to stare at Kenneth and Rorek in wonder. They weren't going with them … should she be worried … they were separating. Glancing over to Malchior he just shook his head and shrugged lost as much as she was. Raven sat back and frowned, This isn't going very well …
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… It was my first ever lemon! Give me a break please! I know it sucked eggs but come on! I tried! (bangs head on desk) BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm totally going to hell …
Raven: If I don't take you there myself!
Me: Please! Please! Please! Kill me now! Just murder me! AH!
Rorek: Since cimple is too busy trying to kill herself I'll say it. l8er daez
