Happy belated New Year!

First of all, let me just say how overwhelmed I am by your responses! Knowing that there are people who actually read and enjoy this story really means a lot to me! I will try and update as often as possible, but I do have a very busy schedule this year. I will be leaving school after my exams this year in May, and I won't be heading to university until September, so that gives me a whole four months to do whatever I like!

Speaking of school, I really should be doing my Modern Studies assignment which is worth 30 percent of my grade, but oh well ahahahahaha im so fucked

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Chapter 6

Safe within the dark confines of her room, Raven let out a frustrated groan. Dragging her hands down her face as she sank to her knees, Raven contemplated how utterly doomed she was. Changeling was, quite frankly, ridiculously attractive, and she didn't know how long she could control herself if he kept looking at her, touching her the way he was.

Or we could just, you know, give in and fuck him?

"Not now, Passion." Raven growled out loud. Her rogue emotion cackled in response. "We need to at least attempt to not break the nice teammate in half."

Oh, Raven, her inner monologue chuckled, I really don't think that'll happen. If anything, my dear, he'll be breaking us.

"Shut up, you pathetic excuse for an emotion. You're practically just hormones, why the hell do you even have a voice?"

Because we're a demi-demon, Raven. The physical manifestation of humanity's darkest desires and carnal sins. And he's half wild, my dear. Within him is something primal, powerful, and, as far as I can recall, rather fond of you. Sooner or later, one of you is going to crack. And I'm going to be right here with you, enjoying it every bit as much as you-

"I said, shut up!"

"Raven?" The empath jolted upright at the sound of Cyborg's voice outside her door.

"Yes?" Her voice came out strangled, and Raven flushed in embarrassment.

"You okay in there?" Hearing the concern in his tone, Raven took several deep breaths before she stood to answer the door. It hissed open to reveal her self-declared big brother. His arms were crossed across his wide chest, worry lines etched into the human part of his face. Concern flooded through the open door, and Raven quickly fixed a small smile on her face. Cyborg didn't look completely convinced, but he returned the smile, and his worry diminished noticeably.

"I'm fine, Cyborg, thank you."

Her big brother nodded, looking her up and down quickly.

"Changeling found me in the common room, told me you were all healed up." He paused, his eyes hovering over her side, where she had been stabbed. He frowned again. "Took you long enough."

Raven shook her head, pressing a hand to the now-healed area. "Tell Nightwing to assemble the team in the common room. I'll explain everything then, but I want a shower first."

Cyborg nodded, and smiled apologetically. "Sure thing. But we're totally doing pizza and movies after the meeting." He grinned in response to Raven's small smile, before turning to leave. "Happy eighteenth, Raven!" He called over his metal shoulder.

Raven chuckled softly, allowing the door to slide shut. She sighed, thinking over her friends' insistence that she celebrate her birthday. It was a tradition that had started after her sixteenth birthday, where she had almost ended the world.

"You may not like your birthday, but we're all glad you were born!"

Since then they had celebrated every year, not in the traditional boisterous Titan way, but the Raven way. Understated, quiet, and calm. Last year they had gone out to dinner, the year before was a small party at the tower, just the five of them. This year Starfire had suggested a movie night, and Raven had jumped at the opportunity to spend her birthday lounging around and eating junk food.

Azar knew the next few months would be difficult; it may be her last chance for a bit of peace and quiet for a long, long time.

Shaking her head, Raven headed for her en-suite bathroom, running over the events of the Nevermore meeting in her head. After approximately two minutes of calm, the meeting had dissolved into an all-out brawl. The main topic of discussion had been whether or not she should act on her feelings for Changeling, no matter how many times Raven had attempted to raise the issue of Angel. Raven's body went onto autopilot, stripping and stepping into the shower as she tried to make sense of the meeting.

"Can we all just agree we want to screw Changeling's brains out and move on?" Rude shouted around a mouthful of cheese puffs. Happiness and Brave had pulled apart Knowledge and Passion, who were still glowering at each other following their fight.

"No, we can't." Knowledge huffed and straightened her cloak, making her way back to her seat near the head of the table. Slowly, each emotion returned to their seat, quieting as they settled down. Raven rolled her eyes at her emoticlones. It wouldn't be a meeting without at least one good brawl.

"We can't give in to our base emotions," she broke off to glare at Passion, "without serious consequences. Our powers are still far too unstable; we could seriously hurt Changeling."

"But what about all that progress we made!" Happiness piped up. "We've been able to show Affection, Happiness and even Anger without blowing anything up."

Knowledge frowned, and turned to the large book that had materialised in front of her.

"This is all the information we have compiled so far on out demon genes and its effect on our powers." The yellow cloaked clone turned to a worryingly empty page. "And this," she gestured at the paragraph at the top of the page, "is what we know about how sex could affect our powers."

Raven leaned over and glanced at the page, before blanching and sitting back in her seat. It was written in typical Knowledge style; with clinical detachment and in excruciating detail.

"Through masturbation," Knowledge began, ignoring the various giggles and catcalls from around the table. "We have so far discovered that sexual pleasure results in a momentarily lapse in control of our powers. Although damage was minimal, it is clear that any sexual partner may be in danger of physical harm. Research would suggest that this problem would be eliminated if the partner was also of demon descent. It is suggested that the power found in demon blood would recognise another of its kind, and the natural balance would allow the couple to mate."

Water sprayed against the glass walls as Raven automatically washed herself. She had had so many showers while half asleep, exhausted from a battle, that she could now go through her routine without a thought. This left her mind free to wander. So, her partner had to be of demon descent. Raven couldn't think of anyone. Persons of demon decent weren't exactly common. Maybe there was a dating site… yeah, right. Sighing, Raven rinsed off quickly, hands wiping down her front, before her fingers caught on something around her neck. Looking down, Raven realised she had forgotten to remove her penny charm before getting into the shower. Absently, Raven pushed the button to stop the water, and stepped out of the shower, still playing with the penny. She remembered the day he had given this to her. That had been the worst day of her life; she had given in. But he had hope. He had faith in her.

"For luck," He had said. Raven smiled softly at the memory.

Half wild, huh? Maybe there was still a chance they could…

No, no, no. Changeling having animal instincts hardly equated him to a demon. Raven couldn't risk hurting him, not when she… cared about him so much.

Azar, you are impossible! Passion exclaimed from Raven's head.

Frowning, Raven quickly dried off and dressed in a clean leotard. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and focus on the task at hand. She could deal with her freaky emotional instability later. Right now, she had to focus on sorting out the angel dilemma. Crossing to her bookshelf, Raven ran her finger along the worn spines, until she came across the book she was looking for. Pulling it carefully from its place, Raven examined the front cover.

"Creatures of the Occult" read the front of the leather bound book. Allowing it to fall open in her palms, the pages parted to the well-worn "Demons" section. She had poured over it many times in an attempt to understand her unique biology. Several pages were dog eared, and one or two passages highlighted. Although Raven was usually one to treat books with care and love, this book had essentially become her "How To" guide on demons. She ran her fingers over a note she had added in delicate, looping script.

"Female demi-demons do not menstruate, but are similar to humans in that they suffer any and all symptoms excluding cramps and bleeding. This includes mood swings, cravings, tender breasts and insufferable horniness."

Raven frowned at the sentence. It would only get worse from here on out. At the age of eighteen, her research concluded that she would soon enter her "heat", an amplified version of the torture she already faced once every month. This heat was likely to last two weeks, and would occur every couple of months.

Shaking her head, Raven closed the book over, tucked it into her cloak, and stepped out of her room. She hadn't realised she was still subconsciously fiddling with her penny charm.

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