: ) You can tell I like writing Beast Boy. Probably the fastest update and the longest chapter. I knew this chapter long before I wrote it. I made it go second to last so I wouldn't quit with this story after writing it. So now I'm happy. The end of this story falls somewhere after Trouble in Tokoyo. Why? Because I feel like it. And Beast Boy is too young and sweet before the movie. This is not the last chapter! One more sin left to scratch off. Read and enjoy!

WARNING: This chapter deals with probably the most, how shall I put this tastefully, carnal sins. I tried to keep it T. You want an M, this isn't the place to find it. But it may still disturb some so read with caution.

I don't own the Titans nor do I hold the keys to heaven. – J. Mirembe

He is a sinner.

He knows he is a failure. That's something he's borne for as long as he can remember. He has never been a prodigy or even much of a winner. If it wasn't for the super powers, he'd be incredibly average.

His life would be so much simpler if he was just another random person. Maybe for once his mind would stay clear of impulses and ideas he doesn't completely want. He'd finally know if the thoughts that drift through his mind are really his. Are the really his desires or just that of some long dormant instinct?

It doesn't matter though. He wants and needs so desperately, it's like a hunger. He wishes he could ignore that deeper nature. It never leaves him though. Always purring suggestions. Not really in words but in feeling. It's still so convincing. He's never been able to not listen. Ever since he was little, he has been held a willing captive.

At first it was simple. There wasn't anything really all that bad about it. It was just like a little push. Or maybe it was a tug. Whatever. It was near his heart and badly wanted the other side of the horizon.

go

So he did. Running, flying, and swimming to any new place he could think of. Some places he had never thought of at all. He always knew when he had found them. It just felt like he had been born to sit in the canopies of jungles or fall asleep on seaweed strewn beaches. Those peaceful moments were wonderful but brief. A little push or a tiny tug and off he'd go again.

Not that he was complaining. There was nothing better than finding somewhere new. New sights, smells, and trouble. That's what brought him to the Doom Patrol at first. Always moving, always something new, and a family he hadn't recognized needing. But that gentle whisper of instinct was slowly joined by a much more pressing impulse.

go. fight.

So he did. At first he could have blamed his new family. They insisted that he fight. He learned the best ways to hit and dodge. Where is most fragile and how best to break it. Practicing prowling, pouncing, clawing, and biting until it was his first nature. Only there were some things they never had to teach him. He had always been a predator. Up until then, he just hadn't realized it.

Honestly he had scared himself. Something deep down in him liked the way it felt to rip out the throats of robots. Tearing off limbs and watching rent shells fall motionless to the ground left him halfway satisfied. He won, left superior in the absence of any opposition. But it just wasn't complete. There was something basic missing and he knew exactly what it was.

go. fight. KILL.

He ignored that impulse with every fiber of his being. Pushed it back into the very depths of his mind and let it rot. He fell in love with the thrill of battle instead of the destruction. It was a rush, but he didn't need to find fights. He could wait patiently. But when a threat arose against himself or his family, he leapt in whole heartedly.

He slowly learned a balance between what he really wanted and his resilient instincts. He stood up to Mento because he couldn't agree any longer when it went against everything he felt. Knew if he didn't say something, he would eventually fight the man who was like a father to him. He left because for once that little tug was the right thing to do.

If only he could have known leaving would have brought about the strongest urge he had ever experienced. In the beginning, he hadn't really been concerned. He was still far too young and his instincts knew it. All the bravery of battle experience draining away at the sight of a soft smile. Quick wit stopped dead with simple eye contact. He had half hoped it would fade away. Just a brief infatuation.

But it just got stronger and stronger. He couldn't ignore it so he learned. It took time, but he managed to find his voice again. Maybe the words weren't exactly the smartest but at least now he could speak to her. He had finally been able to move around her, become brave enough to reach out and touch. But never in the right ways. That much was obvious. Having her yell at him didn't feel anywhere close to the perfection as those early nights in faraway places.

Even after years of chasing after her, fighting in her name and for her honor, he's barely gotten any closer. He's come to terms with it though. It is a never ending hunt with no real winner. She knows it too. She forces him to make a show of crawling after her like some puppy. It makes the others wince and laugh in sympathy. She knows that all he really wants to do is slam her against a wall and bite at her neck like those robots from his childhood. Only with much less ripping and far more...something else. He isn't completely sure of the exact word, but he knows it falls between tenderness, craving, and "Oh please, do that again Gar and don't ever stop..."

go. fight. take.

Honestly, he'd like to do a lot more than just take. He'd give her absolutely everything he has and is without hesitation. All he needs is a chance. But she is a predator too. And unlike him, she enjoys playing with her food. So he stays hungry and desperate. But he's enjoying every minute of it.

He is a sinner, and he has no regrets.

Luxuria-Lust