Sting
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The only light that spilled into the kitchen was from the soft, blue glow of the LED lights on the appliances, and a silvery splinter from the curved slash of the moon. Raven stood in the darkness, letting the quiet of the tower wrap around her as she searched through a cupboard for her tea. Cyborg had gone on an organizing spree and now she couldn't find anything, and she refused to turn on the lights. The middle of the night was the only time she had peace from her teammates and darkness to comfort her. There wasn't a snowball's chance that she was going to turn it on now.
She slammed the door shut and cursed, glaring into the darkness as her anger rose out of the pit of her stomach. Logically, she knew that she wasn't mad about being unable to find her tea. No, what she was really mad about was that after Beast Boy and her had shared a great afternoon together, he had still up and left this evening. He had waved goodbye and said he had a date and then… he was gone.
And he still hadn't returned yet.
He's an adult, she told herself, he can go out with whomever he chooses. He has needs and all you did, Raven, was stir the pot; you never served the main course. But the thought that he was letting some other woman touch him in the same way she did riled her up to no extent. It should have been her fingers on him, her mouth on his neck, her arms wrapped around him, not some fangirl with loose legs.
Rage broke free of Raven's well-placed control and ripped down her defenses in a show of power. A cannister of flour took the brunt of her magic, exploding over the counters and floor, and coating the whole room in a fine, white powder. She brushed it out of her hair and cursed again. Tonight was just getting better and better.
And then she felt it: the wobbly, tumultuous feelings that stumbled down the hall. They teetered around in circles, spinning like a top on an uneven surface. Raven pressed her fingers to her temples and fought against the brutal wave of nausea that hit her.
Goddess, he was drunk.
She leaned against the counter behind her, trying to keep herself from falling over as he entered the room, bobbing and weaving his way to the fridge. He threw open the door and light filled the room, making Raven wince and pull back a little in pain. He shuffled around in the fridge for a moment, oblivious to the fact that he was not the only occupant in the room. His defenses were down, he was completely unaware of her, and his mind was so caught up in its drunken stupor that she could easily infiltrate his consciousness.
In the shadows around her, Raven felt her lips turn up into a slow, sly smile.
Lust picked up her head slowly and brushed against her chains at the sight of him so helpless. She knew what could happen, if Raven chose it. Normally, the spell wouldn't work on someone completely conscious, but on someone in the throes of a vodka storm… that was a little different. All it would take is that one spell, one push, and he would be at her mercy. He would be under her control. He could explore her with the same interest she explored him, with the same patience and interest as she had before. He could touch her, taste her, devour her.
Lust easily slipped out of her chains, moving around Raven's mind until settling in the pit of her stomach, radiating heat and desire until the emotions felt too strong to control. Raven walked up behind Beast Boy and breathed in his scent of fresh pine and warm earth, mingling with the overpowering scent of vodka. She pressed her fingers to the base of his neck and he stopped moving.
"Hello, Beast Boy."
He growled in response, and Raven wasn't entirely sure what that meant; if he was angry that she was touching him, or if it was a show of dominance. She pressed her fingers deeper and splayed them out over his cerebral cortex and spinal cord. Closing her eyes against the push of his drunken confusion on her powers, she whispered her mantra, and her energy spilled out of her fingertips and slid deep into his body, curling around his nerves and muscles, until finally infiltrating his brain. He stiffened for a moment, a gasp of surprise escaping his lips, and then turned around to face her.
"Raven." His lips turned up in a show of surprise mingling with dominance. "What do you want with me?"
She stepped into his space and looked into his eyes, knowing she could be blunt while he was under the thrall of the spell. She didn't have to conform to propriety and take cautious, careful steps. She could get exactly what she wanted. "Pleasure me. Dominate me."
Her hands ran down the planes of his chest, her voice suddenly desperate. Behind her command there was a note of sadness, a note of remorse that her own personality forced her to do this. She should have respected him, should have asked, should have done whatever was possible to come to this place on their own, as friends or teammates, or even lovers. Instead, she forced herself on him. She took what she wanted rather than letting their relationship take a natural course.
"Enact your fantasies on me. But whatever you do, Gar, take away the hurt and burn." She raised her lips to the line of jaw, her tongue reaching out and tasting him.
Sometimes it really was so much easier to just take.
He growled and his arms wrapped around her, taking them both to the flour-covered floor without care. The fridge door was left open, which filled the room with strange, soft shadows, and bursts of cool air. His hands slid along the curves of her body, as if intrigued by their softness, until his fingers found the neck of her t-shirt and ripped it open, exposing her bare chest to the air. There was the softest hitch in his breath as he stared at her, as if he was shocked by her nude form and the idea that she was beneath him. In the cold air, her nipples peaked and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth as his free hand indulged in touching the rest of her. Her breasts, her stomach, and then he slid his hand under her shorts, cupping her through her panties.
Raven unconsciously ground her hips against his hand as her own breath hitched under the emotions. The burn was terrible. It ached and webbed across her skin until it felt like her whole body was going to go up in flames. She bit back as her hands ran down his shoulders before grabbing his face to meet hers. "Don't tease."
"Whatever you want, Raven." He pulled back slightly, and yanked her jersey shorts and underwear off her. She lay bare on the kitchen floor, the possibility that any of the other Titans could walk in and find her and Beast Boy exposed like this. Something about that excited her even more, as if the thrill of being caught only excited her more.
Beast Boy stared down at her, a sly smile on his lips as he slowly trailed a finger down her body, indulging in her shape and drawing out the anticipation. Raven squirmed against the weight of his own body, becoming impatient as the ache deepened. His smile deepened before plunging it into her core, his thumb rubbing up against her clit. Raven bit her lip to keep from crying out and waking the rest of the tower. His hips picked up off the floor, eager to meet his ministrations. He pulled his body over her, resting his weight on his free hand as his fingers pleasured her mercilessly.
"You're so tight, Raven… have you never had the chance to let someone fuck you?" He leaned down and breathed in her scent, his tongue darting out to trace the line of her jaw.
"Never…" Her face flushed at his use of vulgar words. What fantasy was he enacting now? Caution spilled into her veins, shaking her slightly from the haze of pleasure that surrounded her. That was the one thing she couldn't control about this spell. She had control over most of his actions and the memories made during the spell, but not any of those memories made beforehand. Did he have a fantasy about taking her virginity? "I'm not exactly one for... relationships.You know that."
"That's right." He pushed another finger inside her and moved to catch her breast in his mouth, drowning her in white-hot light as her lucid moment disappeared with his touch. "You're so caught up in being you and being perfectly controlled and balanced, that you never let your guard down, you never let yourself lose control and indulge…" He ran his tongue over her bare sternum, pausing over the thump of her heart. "Let me help you with that. Why don't you let go, and I'll be sure to catch you."
He removed his fingers from her, and replaced them with his mouth. Raven had to scream into the crook of her arm to keep from waking the other team members. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. He ran his tongue over her clit before dipping inside to taste her, each time seemingly taking mental notes as to what made her jump or moan. She had always thought that she would hate the sensation of someone's mouth over her core, that there was no way that could ever feel good, but she was clearly dead wrong. He knew exactly where touch her, to stab deep, to suck, and to tease. It didn't take long until she was screaming into her arm again, trying to muffle the sound as he took her over the edge. He lapped her up and drew his body over hers, kissing and licking at her breasts again.
As she fell down from the heavens, her mind clouded by lust and pleasure, she began to wonder what would happen if she reciprocated the gesture. Curiosity and excitement mingled together and she looked down at the top of his head as he dragged his tongue over the plane of her abdomen. Would he make the same sounds, scream like she had? Did it feel just as good to him as it did to her? Her hand curled under his chin and pulled his eyes up to her.
"Can I try?"
"No!" He pulled away, angry that she had asked such a bold. Fire and guilt and remorse flashed behind his eyes, and created something tumultuous and volatile, and Raven didn't fully understand his reservations. He looked away from her and frowned. "No. You don't… I don't want you to." He stumbled over his words for a moment before looking back at her. "You're too pure for that."
He undressed quickly and rolled onto the floor, taking her with him and switching their positions. She straddled his thighs, his erection pressing against her abdomen and sliding over her core. She stroked him slowly, reveling in the feeling of velvet wrapped around iron.
"What do you mean?"
Under the thrall of the spell, he was forced to tell the truth to her. He couldn't lie, and Raven didn't want him too. She wanted the truth from Beast Boy, she wanted his honesty and integrity. Even if she couldn't give those things to him just yet, she wanted them from him.
His eyes darkened, and he looked away, ashamed. "I can't help myself sometimes. You get me excited by doning stupid little things like biting your lip or playing with your hair. When you train alone and I watch you... I get so fucking hot. I can't help myself. So... I get a blow job when you rile me up, Rae. When I can't stop thinking about you and I have an itch that can't be scratched, I find a fangirl. It's stupid and childish and I know that... but I don't want you to become some fangirl because I can't scratch my itch. I don't want to equate you with that."
Raven smiled and picked herself up on her knees, dragging her body over his. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but it seemed right. At least under the cloud of lust and pleasure it seemed right. But somewhere a little deeper in her soul, she knew she was taking what he would have willingly offered, and there was a dark spot of guilt that erupted in her chest. She ignored it for the moment, choosing to instead position herself over his body.
"So, let's scratch that itch."
"No, Raven, don't-"
Ignoring his protest and without another word, she speared herself on his body, her whimper of pain mingling with his groan of satisfaction. His hands bit into her hips as curses slid from between his lips. Raven stayed still for a moment, trying to ignore the pain that ripped through her innocence and into her abdomen, and trying adjust to the feeling of being filled by his body. The sensation felt strange, but certainly not unpleasant. He throbbed inside her, and Raven felt every twitch of his muscles and gasp of his breath.
"Jesus Christ, Raven." He groaned and his fingers bit even harder into her hips. "I knew you were tight, but I'm worried I might not last."
"I'm sorry." She stayed perfectly still, giving them both time to adjust to the new sensation.
"Don't be sorry!" One of his hands moved to cup her face. "I can't imagine anything better." A slow minute passed and his trademark, lopsided smile moved across his lips. "Move, Raven. Or this is going to get awkward fast."
Taking his cue, she rocked her hips against him, nearly losing herself again with the sensation. He was hot and strong, and a fine sheen of sweat moved across his skin in an indication of his control. He groaned again, his hips moving to meet hers, curses mingling with her name as she stroked him. Her fingers bit into his shoulders and she moved slowly, reveling in the feeling of him moving around her. Without warning, another orgasm crashed around her body, sending her into spasms. She collapsed onto his chest, trying to hold most of her weight on her forearms.
"Jesus." Beast Boy groaned and rolled her over so she was underneath him. he hitched one of her thighs over his hip, angling himself deep into her. "You're fucking sensitive, Raven. I barely did anything and you already came twice. You're not going to last if you keep this up."
"I can't help it." Color filled her face. Was this a bad thing?
"Don't be ashamed, at the very least it's a huge boost to my ego." He pushed back inside her and smiled as she shivered and trembled around him. "I'll be quick, and make sure you come at least two more times." He rode her hard and fast, and on the kitchen floor, there was no give. So, Raven felt every push and tug and pull from his body, his fingers as they pushed against her clit, the heat from his breath as he repeatedly whispered her name into her neck. She felt her sweat mingling with his and the flour on the floor as they both desperately sought their own release.
True to his word, Raven came two more times, each time screaming into his sweat-covered neck as he throbbed and pushed inside her. Her fingers clawed at his back, desperate to find something to cling to in the storm of passion. Briefly she wondered if her marks of possession would still be there after the spell had faded. Would Beast Boy question his sudden missing memory? Those thoughts where thrown to the wind as another orgasm wracked her body, and her hips frantically moved to meet his fevered thrusts.
Finally he let go of his control and came, his body falling over hers as pleasure and passion mingled together and coursed through his veins. He caught himself on his elbows and grinned down into her face, gasping for breath as he tried to still his beating heart. Ignoring the flour and sweat that coated them both, he buried his face into Raven's neck, mumbling sweet things into her skin.
"That was amazing…"
"Mm…" Raven played with the strands of his hair, too caught up in the glorious afterglow of sex to be reminded that this was a spell.
"We should do this more often."
"We should."
"I'm glad I finally lost my virginity to you."
Raven's hands stilled in his hair, the warmth of their afterglow broken by the cold, hard truth. She had taken from him. Yes, he had acted out one of his fantasies with her, and yes, this was mutual, but it wasn't consensual. He did not give her consent to take over his mind and body, and he did not give her consent to have sex with him. What Raven had done was no better than rape. Yes, he had acted on his fantasy, but it wasn't consensual and she had just taken what she wanted, without regard to him.
Shocked by her fevered decision to dominate his subconscious, Raven bit back a sob and pushed him away, hiding her shame in the shadows of the kitchen. Beast Boy seemed unaware and rose to his feet, helping her up. He looked around the kitchen, a little sheepish at the mess they had made. In the flour were marks from their bodies, like brands proclaiming what they had done in the darkness of the room. Raven stared at those marks, knowing that her body had been satiated, but at what cost?
A tear ran down her face and she wiped it away before Beast Boy could notice.
"Wow... we really made a mess, didn't we?" He rubbed the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face.
He had no idea. Raven nodded in agreement.
Beast Boy threaded his fingers through hers for a moment before bending down and picking up his clothes. He dressed quickly and then bent down to start picking up the mess. "I'll clean up, you should go jump in the shower, Rae."
"No." Her voice cracked and she couldn't meet his eyes. How could she ever look at him again? How could she face him, knowing what she had done to him? "No. It'll just take me a few seconds, I'll join you in the shower later."
His face brightened at the prospect of finally sharing a shower with her. "Okay." He started for the door, but stopped halfway there. His fingers paused on the door frame and he turned around to look at her, shock lining his eyes. "I never kissed you."
"What?" She looked confused for a moment.
"I never kissed you, Raven." He returned to her side, crowding her personal space. "I've always wanted to kiss you. I've had dreams about just kissing you." And with that he leaned down and captured her lips with his. The moment felt suspended it time, like a snapshot of innocence wrapped around the bitter barbs of carnal lust. It was beautiful, and Raven didn't deserve that.
He released her lips and smiled down at her. "I'll be in the shower."
Raven nodded and closed her eyes. He left the kitchen, and when he was an adequate ways down the hall, she whispered her mantra, breaking the threads of the spell as easily as they had been created. His drunken emotions pushed over her as he stumbled back to his room, completely unaware of what had transpired only moments ago.
There, covered in flour, sweat, and filled with shame, Raven collapsed on the floor, sobbing.
What had she done?
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There you go. Guilt and smut all wrapped up in one painful package.
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