Cure:

Cyborg told him so many times, there was no way of ever ridding the beast completely. The dark monster had become a part of him. Always there like a second skin. Laying, waiting, until the top layer of skin was ready to shed. Most days the Beast behaved and would only come out when it felt threaten. When she was threaten. Gar had gotten use to the fact that he would always be on edge with his monster inside. He had hoped for some sort of antidote. Like one that had once save his young life. As time when on he realized that hoping was futile.

His hands gently danced down her body as both their hearts pounded into his ears. Gently covering her silk skin with peppered kisses he smiled. Tracing no formed patterns on her naked body made him anxious, but eager. Finally after years of fighting he was actually living his long time fantasy. Her back arched forcing her hips to knock against his. Passion boiled into his stomach as he brush his finger against her wet trembling core. Biting back a plethora of curses on his tongue he silenced them with a kiss on her neck.

"You sure?" He asked again, he was sure it was about the fiftieth time of asking, but he didn't want to leave any room for doubt. There was no way of 'fucking' this one up. A large huff from his girlfriend told him that he was walking a thin line.

"Garfield. Just fuck me already." She stated her voice sultry and thick with desperation. He didn't waste anymore time. Watching her violet orbs glimmer in the dim light he watched as he slid into her tight entrance. Both moans escaped their bodies as her eyes closed rolling into her head for a second, then she forced them back open. She was watching him. God he could loose it just by that look. Sliding in and out of her his mind began to race.

She wasn't a cure, but god damn she might as well have been.