"Mine"

Or

"Poor Poor Karen"

Drabble slash luv -limey- yes, its limey. I may have to up the rating due to this. Ferret and Shadow, this is for you guys especially.

If any Titan is to be pitied more than the others it would have to be poor, poor Karen. You see, when the biggest problem say, Raven, had to deal with was keeping the boys out of her room or blocking out the emotions of the lovebirds, Karen has to distract super speed twins from activity that is rated far above their ages.

Garth and Roy never realized that she did this, and never thought to be a bit more discreet. For example, today, Karen had taken one look on the monitors and had to disable the surveillance system in the training room, and cancel practice.

It started out innocently enough. For them. Roy bet Garth that he couldn't climb a rope faster than him. Roy lost.

"No way! That is not possible; you had to have cheated gill-head."

"Sorry Roy, I won fair and square. Fifty you said, right?"

"I don't HAVE fifty, that's why I made the bet in the first place."

"You're lying." Garth narrowed his eyes and advanced on the archer. "I'm sure you keep your money around here somewhere…" Two seconds later he had pinned him to the ground and was searching the pockets of the uniform.

"Hey! Cut it out, I have no money!" Roy struggled, planting a foot in the Atlantean's stomach. Garth flew backwards a few feet and then pounced again. "Damnit fish stick, I have no money!" Roy managed to back away, gesturing defensively.

"You feel like owing me fifty dollars, Roy?" Garth asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Roy shook his head. "Nope, and I'm sure I know how to make it so you feel quite even." Garth arched an eyebrow. What was he up to now?

"What are you thinking, Harper. This can't be good." Almost before the words were out, Garth found himself pinned to the ground. "Oh, but it can be." Came the whisper in his ear. "Roy…" He breathed, eyes already closing. The archer's tongue traced his earlobe, hands grasping at clothes. How did this always happen? Roy said one word and he fell to putty. Garth felt their lips meet, and unconsciously reached up to stroke his lover's red hair.

'Roy must have planned this' He thought, as he tugged impatiently at the belt. 'He probably even lost on purpose…' Arms wrapped firmly around his body, the Atlantean shuddered and sighed. Roy continued to kiss slowly down his neck, every now and then murmuring 'mine' as he claimed more skin. So possessive. So protective.

On the mat in the training room, this was a new one. Roy would have to add it to the list. But first, to get those stubborn clothes off. Slowly, he removed every scrap of cloth that stood between him and his prize. Revenge for teasing him so much. Garth just made it so easy for him to love. Always fighting, but never once protesting. Very much his equal, but willing to step aside. Mine. No one else could touch Garth, no one. Nipping slightly at the younger boy's neck, Roy closed the distance between their bodies.

Garth's moan was muffled by the archers mouth, both already sweat slick from the workout. His heart was pounding a mantra, hands grasping Roy's shoulders. His back arched, and he felt fingers twining in his hair. Eager tongue demanding motion, remapping his mouth. Watching his beautiful boyfriend's bliss, the dark haired youth was oblivious to the world.

Mine, mine, mine. Roy felt it in the pulse, in the gripping fingers. His perfect Garth. A touch here, kiss there, they knew each other so well. Hair so black it always looked wet, and usually it was. He ran his hands over perfectly sculpted muscles. Mine. Held close as the shuddering ecstasy overwhelmed them both. Mine.

"Roy…."Garth gasped as he fought to get his breath back. The archer lifted his head from its pillow of their clothing to look askance at him. "Hmm?" "How did we not get interrupted?" Then it dawned on him exactly what today was. There was supposed to be training practice…. Ten minutes ago. "Bee forgot?" He shrugged lamely.

Right, like Bee would forget about training. That just didn't happen. A frightened glance between the couple, and they were scrambling for clothes. "Maybe she's looking for us. That's why she isn't here yet…" Aqualad shook his head. "No, if she had to do that she'd just send the twins looking or take a look at the cam-" Oh . Cameras. Speedy groaned. "Great. Now watch her threaten to sell it."

Karen, meanwhile, was engaged in an online racing game tournament with Mas, Menos, Beast Boy, Cyborg and Robin. East vs. West, and they were holding their own. "You are going down, Sparky. Mark my words!" Speedy and Aqualad entered the living room a few seconds apart and simply stared. When Speedy cleared his throat, Bee turned around. "Glad to see you guys are around. I think some of the video feeds are down, why don't you and water boy figure it out." She winked and went back to her game. Oh, she knew, and she was plainly quite capable of keeping the younglings oblivious.

"Speedy you still owe me fifty!" She heard as the boys walked out. "Thanks for thinking of my innocence boys." She thought sarcastically, wondering if there was any way to get the twins out of the tower on regular occasions. Bee was getting far better at these games than she would like.

Mine. I really like to play off Roy's possessiveness.