A/N: Okay, don't judge, just give it a chance … plz …

Long Road to Ruin

Intentionally Thick

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I blinked away from X and sighed heavily as I gripped the edge of the desk I was still sitting on and glared at nothing but air. As if the cause of all my problems were because of the molecules and gases I was forced to breath due to the fact that I was a carbon-base creation of some God that obviously doesn't like me very much. However, did I have a right to complain about God's love for me? I was a demon … doesn't that mean the omnipresent God often looked at as a benevolent being should actually be looked at as a malicious bastard who played favorites? Loves only those who serve under him and who aren't born under the blasphemous affairs of the supernatural with the natural?

Ugh … I digress, but can you blame me?

By the Gods (or God) I'd rather challenge the belief of the believers, go up against the hardcore worshipers and declare that the monistic views was the hardcore truth and that the existence of an eternal being, that their God, was nothing but a made up fairytale. I'd rather be burned at the stake, crucified, receive fifty lashings, or even get strapped in the electric chair for saying Satan, Lucifer, the Prince of the Damned was the one true God instead of thee God. I could, for the sake of all humanity, for the sake of those I love, and for those I care about, I could martyr myself, and die for something I thought was worth believing in.

I could face my father again.

I could relive the agony the monks of Azarath put me through.

I could do a lot of things … but the one thing I couldn't do right now was look Red X, Drake, my friend, my enemy, and my confidant in his beautiful molten gold eyes that stared at me with growing impatience. I bit down on my lower lip, but winced when I accidentally bit down with my fang and I tasted blood, I licked at it, the tip of my tongue stuck out from my lips and X quickly dove in to massage my lips apart and run his own tongue over the wound. The slow motion in which he ran his tongue over my bottom lip and brushed it over the healing wound made me sigh breathlessly. Yet, when he suddenly jammed his tongue passed my fangs and gazed the very tip of it, I felt the hairs in the back of my neck stand on end.

My demon blood boiled at the aggressive gesture and I nearly dug my claws into his chest when my hands flew up to hold him back … or pull him close … I didn't know which one my body wanted. So I tried to hold perfectly still to not hurt him, but he was making it hard with all his coaxing and little nudges that begged me to respond, to make some sort of sound. Anything to suggest he wasn't the only one getting a thrill out of this sensation … yet, still, I refrained from fully participating and only kissed him back softly which just frustrated him until he finally pulled away to catch his breath.

With his hand that suddenly felt so much larger than before holding onto the back of my head to keep me inches from his heated face he opened his eyes and glared at me as he forced me to stare at him. Breathily, he said, "I know that face Raven … you're not thinking for yourself again."

"X …" I huffed and rolled my eyes, forcing myself from him I leaned back and sat up – but it still didn't matter, he was still taller than me despite being raised off the ground with this desk – with my eyes back on him I said, "You make this sound like it's all so easy … but we both know that it's not …" he opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head as a gesture for him not to say a word. Thank Azar he got the message, and I sighed heavily again, "The problem you're not getting X is that this … whatever we have going, doesn't only involve you and me like it should. If one of us goes down … everyone behind either of us will go along for the ride. And don't say if we stick together that it won't happen … that's Disneyland, that's bullshit, it will happen … it is inevitable …"

I paused for a moment to let what I've said so far sink-in and to collect a few more words I felt like I needed to say. Mesmerized by the ridges which shaped his well defined rock-hard body, I found myself running my claws and sinking my fingers into the lines and tracing every muscle, intrigued by the idea of his suit doing this body no justice. The tip of my right pointer finger, my claw slowly ran up the single line that went from the middle of his stomach then slowly trailed down between his washboard abs, skipped over his belly-button to tap the hem of his pants and then retraced my imaginary trail.

I sucked in a deep breath while my fingers, with mines of their own, continued to explore his body without any complaint or encouragement. I tilted my head and looked back up at him when I felt the hand that was on the back of my head suddenly tangle its fingers within the waves of my silky violet hair, combing it back a couple of times just to make himself busy. I let him while I opened my mouth and went on to say, "The correct conclusion, would be for me to go … to leave you and everyone else I know alone forever … but, considering how close we've become, just leaving won't be as easy as saying: It's been fun, see ya around. It can't be compared to ripping off a band-aid either … X …" I gulped when I felt my throat grow dry, and closed my eyes when I couldn't take the silent unreadable look in his eyes as he surprisingly, patiently stood there listening to me try to rationally solve our problem out.

Stay or go. Stay or go. Stay or go.

Let. It. Go.

Damn it! Get out of my head!

"I don't know …" I whispered suddenly as I dropped my hands from X to once again grip the edge of the desk to glare off into space, to glare at Life, to glare at Fate, to glare at God, to glare at Destiny, to hate everything that put me where I am today. To hate myself for forcing the hand of those I care about and for putting them all in positions that forced them to choose a side. Maybe … maybe Robin did have it all figured out … maybe the world is Black and White … maybe I was rebelling for nothing, being a stupid irresponsible suburban child who thinks she can hang with the tough crowd and not get dirty in some way shape or form.

My grip on the desk tightened before I relaxed it and threw myself into a tight embrace when X was about to repeat his ministrations of stroking my hair. He stumbled and I felt his apprehension and uneasiness with my arms wrapped around him and my face buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder. I held onto him tighter, hoping for a response, whether he'd push me away or return the gesture didn't matter to me. I just needed something real, something to solidify the fact that I was still in reality and I shouldn't lose my mind simply because I didn't know what to do.

Feeling hopeless was one thing …

Feeling pathetic was another …

I didn't want to be pathetic, being pathetic meant receiving pity, and pity was a four letter word, much like love, and neither of them were very helpful or useful to a girl like me. A few seconds floated by and just when I thought X didn't want to have anything to do with me for rejecting him he finally grabbed my arms and pushed me away from him. I looked at him as he stared at me with a look of exasperation, and true to his character he told me straight to my face, "You're an idiot, I've thought about everything you've just said. You're not the only one who's considered the possibility that this won't end well for either of us. I know what will happen down the line; I've thought it through, thoroughly, over and over and over again, but what you don't seem to get Rae, is that I still don't care."

I closed my eyes as my heart sank, No … X … don't say it … don't say it …

He placed his hands on the desk on either side of me and leaned forward so I felt our faces were once again inches, if not millimeters apart as he whispered with a dark frustrated undertone, "Do I have to spell this out for you? Or are you being intentionally thick?"

I gritted my teeth and swallowed a growl of defiance that was bubbling to the surface, with bared fangs I replied without opening my eyes, "If I am being intentionally thick about your precious feelings what are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, you don't wanna play that game with me Rae …" a warning growl escaped my throat when I felt his knee forcefully separate my knees from each other so he could then easily slip himself in between my legs. With his hands on my waist I snarled and opened my eyes to glare at him when he yanked me forward to the edge of the desk so I was scandalously pressed up against him. Yet, despite my snarl of disapproval he dared to smirk cockily in my face when he declared, "You won't win."

With my hands on his shoulders I held on to him tightly and tried not to think about our bodies not being close enough and I tried to once again be the voice of reason, "Don't do this to us X … we are going to crash so hard when we finally break it off."

I pursed my lips together when he pulled me impossibly closer to his body and grinded me against the growing bulge in his pants. I tried so hard not to make a sound, not to move my hips in tune with his, but when he pressed his lips to the flesh of my shoulder and purposefully blew hot hair into my ear as he whispered, "Let's go out with a bang," I groaned.

Will-power!

It's all in the mind!

Mind over matter!

If I don't mind, it won't matter!

So if I don't mind his body against mine, the heat building between us, and my demon blood itching for a release I haven't had in over a year, it won't matter. Just think about the discussion we had, go over all the things I said to him, all the things he's said to me … remember, this physical connection will do more harm than good. He'll take it the wrong way, he'll think I love him, I don't love him, I love the idea of him … the idea of him inside me that is – no! Nonononono, no, no, no, no! Don't go there, just don't go there. Not now … not –!

I screamed louder than I thought I did when he yanked me forward and suddenly dropped me flat on the desk. Instinctually I wrapped my legs around him, afraid I would flip over the other side when my head had no support and I found myself staring at an upside-down chair with my chest heaving trying to catch a breath that had long since run away from me. Yet, still, I managed to arch my back and moan when I felt his hands all over me, groping me, probing me, memorizing every curve, every soft tissue of my body through the protective fabric of my frustratingly skintight leotard.

I lifted my head up and swore, "Damn it X! Just wait!"

He looked up at me through his brows and though his mouth and tongue were too busy teasing my nipple through the accursed fabric of my uniform I could still see the smug little grin in the twinkle of his damned golden eyes. I hissed and finally found the courage enough to shove him off me to sit up, but he still wouldn't take his hands off me. Or his mouth for that matter, the moment I sat up he latched his lips onto mine to keep me from saying anything, or from rationally weaseling my way out of his ministrations. Yet, somehow, I managed to pull away long enough to say breathlessly, "Lucas … this is his place … isn't it …?"

He laughed and as he trailed kisses from my lips, my jaw, my neck, and my shoulder, he asked in response, "Do you know me at all Rae?"

I sighed, "I know you can be a liar …"

He pulled away from me to shoot me a dry look, "Can be? I'm a thief Rae … I am a liar …"

"… So does that mean everything you say is a lie?"

He rolled his eyes and snapped, "Quit stalling and just give us an hour … or two …" this time he kissed me softly and with all the charm he could muster he asked with a conniving grin, "Come on … you really want to say no?"

No – yes! Yes I really want to say no … or is it no, I really want to say yes? Yes to no? Or no to yes? I groaned inwardly and shook my head; I think I just confused myself … that, ladies and gentlemen, doesn't happen so very often. Damn you X.

It's his fault, it's always his fault.

I huffed, exasperated, and hissed when he wrapped his arms around me to pull me into a tight embrace that left no room for air to pass through, and with my legs still hooked around his waist I was pretty damn sure neither of us was going anywhere. So with a finger I pressed to his lips before he tried to kiss me again I said warningly, "An hour … that's it … you know I have to be back at the Tower before dawn X, I mean it."

"Mmhm," he disregarded me and removed my finger from his lips to kiss me, I let him with a frustrated sigh and a defeated roll of my eyes. What was the point of warning him or giving him a set time, I knew he would brush me off, he always does when he wants something … as a matter of fact he brushes everyone and everything off if it didn't matter to his ends. So I didn't bother to warn him of my violent tendency if I should happen to lose control of my demonic half. This will be the first time I'd have to control myself, with Malchior it didn't matter, he was a dragon and he didn't seem to mind let alone care for my claws or fangs (he actually left a few marks of his own that forced me to play his game), but he was equip with the proper necessities to sleep with a demon.

X, however, was still human.

Yet, human or not, I could tell he's done this before. Not surprised really, I don't expect a guy like him to be anything less than absolutely sure of himself and it was that self-confidence and arrogance that was so attractive, to me anyway. It could also be my demon talking, that natural primal instinct to seek out a mate strong enough to handle me will always be present. Typical of me to be attracted to and be attracting to jerks … but either which didn't matter anymore, we only had an hour and I might as well take X up on his offer, go out with a bang.

The sound of our breathing, wet-hot kisses, and the occasional moan or groan filled the air within the silent studio-apartment that was perched above some club that didn't have a party tonight. I wasn't quite sure if I liked that idea or not, the silence … it had a sort of looming pressure to it, almost as if the building was waiting for something to happen, something to go wrong that'll completely destroy what little time we had left to ourselves. I could feel it in the pit of my gut mixing with a lava stream of warm knots tightening and tightening till a painful dam was built and my breathing became labored almost panting.

All I could think about was the touchable itch I couldn't reach and couldn't scratch, yet with every brush against X I felt a little relieved for a fraction of a mille-second before that unbearable pain returned and I was reminded that we were taking too long. Our relationship can't be compared to ripping off a band-aid, true, but tonight, maybe it can be and maybe Speedy will be right. If we do this it'll lessen the appeal, the curiosity, and the fascination we have of each other to make it easier to go our separate ways … or maybe it could all just blow up in my face … if it hasn't already.

I grew tired of groping around, we only had an hour and I intend to make the most of it, so as I leaned my head back and let X lap up the sweetness of my flesh like a child who's never had chocolate or ice-cream before I snuck my hands down to his waist. There, I pushed him from me slightly to give my hands some room as I worked on undoing the button and the zipper of his jeans. My delicate, yet destructive little fingers moved with minds of their own, popping the button out of its slit and fiddling with the elusive little zipper that refused to bend to my will without a fight. Of course, I won, and once I pulled it down low enough I slipped my hand into the opening and my lithe fingers traced its target through the thin cloth that was his boxer shorts.

I kissed his neck and he hissed in delight when I cupped him through the fabric, massaged his constricted rock-hard member and smirked when I noticed he was desperately trying not to move in sink with my ministrations. Glad I'm not the only one trying not to lose their head. I thought smugly and quickly wiped the smirk from my face when in a desperate attempt to regain his composure he brutally pressed his lips to mine in a crushing kiss that I knew would bruise either one of us if he didn't soften up, but I didn't want that. I wanted him (or did my demon want him?) to take what he wanted from me without remorse so long as he proved his worth.

Something, I knew, in a moment wouldn't matter, for as he all but bruised my mouth I found the opening in his boxers, peeled it aside and slipped my hand in to finally grasp the thick, rough phallus that was hardly lacking for a human. My demon was pleased and as I carefully pulled him out and set him free from his confides X suddenly pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath and swear when I began to stroke him up and down. I've never, not with Malchior anyway, taken an active role in pleasing my mate. I was content with being the submissive, but I suppose that was because my demon instincts and my human mind didn't exactly know what to do in these types of situations, so I laid back (literally) and observed.

Now, I was rather amused to know why Malchior and X like to take up the dominate role, it was a power trip to watch the other react to little touches and gestures, to hear them moan and sigh in pleasure knowing that I am the one to cause such a reaction. It was – for the lack of a better phrase – a turn on. X's mouth fell open when I squeezed him a little tighter and rolled my thumb over his head, I could see his jaw clench, he gritted his teeth and jerked my hand from him with my wrist in a vise grip as he growled, "Stop that."

I was a little confused as to why he would want me to stop something he most obviously liked and was giving him pleasure, but then I felt a little moist in my hand and almost at the same time we both turned to look at it. Pre-cum, at least that's what I was told it was by Mad Mod when he perversely stuck all the Titan girls in one room and forced us to learn only about the male body deeming it 'Sex Education'. Needless to say, we discovered a lot that we didn't really need to know, but that's beside the point. The point is my mind thought of something very, very taboo. Something that when I watched my first porno (Beast Boy had switched DVDs on accident and I ended up with one of his porno tapes) I said to myself I would never do.

I pulled my wrist from X's hand and brought my hand to my face, with my eyes intently on him, curious as to how he would respond as he watched me with his mouth agape in uncertainty and wonder. I slowly slipped my tongue out and licked the creamy white secretion from my hand instantly tasting the salty, sour texture of his seed that sent a shiver down my spine. Demonically, I got a thrill from it, it was more than enough to smell how aroused we both were, but to taste him was the equivalent of becoming one with him. Humanly, however, was a different story, my rational brain was screaming at me, scolding me, wondering how the hell could I stoop so low and still dare to call myself a lady.

I just smacked rationality to the corner of my mind to take the backseat for a change, tonight was not about rationality, and besides what was wrong with a little experimentation?

X so obviously liked it, his grin returned as he rested his hands on my waist and chuckled, "Didn't know you were into that kinda thing."

I sneered and readjusted myself so I was sitting more comfortably on the desk with my legs uncurled from his waist and my hands resting on his shoulders, I tilted my head and sarcastically asked, "Who was the genius who declared that the freaks come out at night again? That gentleman was really insightful."

He shook his head, "Shit Rae, you're killin' me here."

I leaned forward and kissed his chest, slowly trailing up his neck to the side of his face where I pulled him down and whispered into his ear, "You want this to stop?"

He whispered in return, "I want you to lay down."

That simple phrase made my heart drop into my stomach as a very good feeling of anticipation suddenly surged through me like a million volts of electricity that shot me through the roof. I bowed my head from him and licked my lips when they suddenly felt so dry without them being pressed to his. He somehow read my mind and as he pulled my body closer to the edge of desk, kissing me, I slipped off the top of my leotard and was prepared to try and slide out of the rest of it, but I stopped. A delightful sigh escaped my lips when he took my right breast into his mouth and sucked on it, rolling his tongue over the nipple over and over again, I tangled my fingers into his hair and let him have his fun glad that I didn't wear a bra tonight.

Why?

Well, I figured I was just going to sleep so why the hell should I?

It's not every night do I contemplate the possibility that I might have sex out of the blue.

I'm usually too busy, or too tired to even begin to think about such a luxury.

And yet, the cruel irony of it all is, when it does come to mind, I usually have no time, or no choice to ponder of if whether or not it's a bad idea.

With Malchior it just happened, almost literally, I didn't even have to think about it.

Now with X … well … damn, it was bound to happen some time … right?

I yelped quietly when he began to use his teeth and sighed when he gently pushed me down, back on the desk, over the papers that until recently had held some kind of government importance to me. Biting on my lower lip, yet careful of my fangs, I shuddered when I felt that thick member of his brushing against my inner thigh, almost teasingly, like he was doing it on purpose, but since this was X for all I know he could be doing it on purpose. Just like he was taking his sweet time getting acquainted with my body using his mouth, planting kisses here and there while his fingers traced the folds of my nether lips through the fabric of my leotard.

My demon blood began to stir again and I let my head fall over the edge of the desk while my claws gripped the surface and dug into the cheap wood it was made of. My breathing began to pick up once more when he tugged at my leotard and pulled the fabric as well as my panty aside to then without hesitation slid his middle finger into my core. I arched my back, tightly closed my eyes and moaned when a wave of unexpected pleasure shot through my entire body and I nearly climaxed with his touch alone as his thumb rubbed my clit.

It wasn't how he touched me that nearly got me off (though it could be part of the problem) it was the time factor, it's been a year or so since I've been touched like this at all. I just didn't expect it too feel so good … was that suppose to happen? My head shot through the stratosphere, but with a strong will (yeah right), and determination I held back, yet panted like a dog in hot weather when he added another finger, pulled out, and pushed back in. He did it so slowly it made me cry out in frustration and pleasure as my body reacted without thought and bucked against his hand wishing for him to go faster, but he didn't. Instead he used his other hand and held me down, kept me from moving while he continued to torture me, my back arched again and I felt like I couldn't breath, "… Ah … X …"

He finally pulled out his fingers (Azar only knows why) and I dropped my back, back on the desk to catch my breath. I could already feel his grin as he stared down at my withering body, desperate for something more than just his fingers. Damn him, I swear, if he's doing this just to spite me I'm going to – snap! I blinked my eyes open and lifted my head to ask, "What was – aaahhh!!"

There was no warning.

He didn't give me time to prepare myself for the pain of his thick member as he pushed himself inside me and stretched my walls apart with his girth. My head fell over the edge, I felt like I really would fall off this desk if I hadn't again dug my claws into the surface to stop me from moving when again, like Gumby, my back arched while my heart exploded. Yet … I was wrong … I did this all not in pain, but in pleasure … pure pleasure.

Let me explain:

My first time, I discovered that contrary to popular pop-culture, overrated romance novels, and virgin girls trying to impress their girlfriends with a story, that the first time any girl had sex was not pretty, nor was it romantic, nor did the pain ever fade into pleasure. No, this is purely fiction … the pain never fades … it's always there, and what it's really about is enduring it. There is slight pleasure, however minute it may be, but the pain will remain … I had to submit my entire human consciousness to my demon blood in order to endure it (because as I've discovered my demon side likes a little pain).

I expected my second time to be the same … but … it wasn't.

It just felt incredibly good for some reason and it totally caught me off guard.

I came as soon as X pushed himself to the hilt into me and a shiver of unbelievable ecstasy rolled over my back as I slowly, but surely came down from my high and lay on the table unmoving for a moment trying to understand what the hell happened. I gulped down a wad of saliva and took a second too long to respond when X lifted up my half-limp body and kissed me as he grinded his hip against mine making me moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep my head from spinning and gasped when I felt him slowly pull out of me till only his head was at my entrance and then he popped himself deeply back into me. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to his, "Drake …"

That was all it took for him, for both of us, to be done with the foreplay, the steady pace, and the slow rhythm of the moment. I held onto him tightly, so tightly in fact I was afraid my demon strength would hurt him so I let him go and leaned back on the desk while I again wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him close to me as he continuously pumped in and out of me. This was not making love, this was raw and real, we were both working each other to reach the peak of no return. I threw my head back and screamed when he brushed against a sweet spot, he'd groan and panted when I grinded my hips against his.

At some point, the world did honestly ceased to exist, I stopped counting the clock when I could barely think about the possibility of blowing some random object up because we were lost in the wild frenzy that left nothing on the desk to mercy. It was knocked over, shredded or crumbled and didn't survive if it remained on the desk, and I didn't care if it was important or not. All I could think of was that building pressure, that insufferable itch, his body moving on top of me, his hot breath all over me, in and out, in and out. I felt like I've gone insane, here we were in a cool AC room, and yet we were sweating, and panting, a complete hot mess.

Numerous times I've called out X's name when he'd plunge himself so deep in me that he'd touch that oh-too delicious sweet-spot and I couldn't contain my volume. Azar, I don't think I could last this torment any longer, and judging by how hard and fast his thrusts have gotten I don't think he can either. We were reaching that end, and something strange was happening, my fangs had grown in length, and I began to taste an odd flavor in my mouth leaking from its tips. This same thing happened when I was with Malchior and just before we reached our peak he flipped me over and I sank my fangs into the pillow. I hardly remember why I did such a thing, but after it was over I noticed it had an odd color in the cloth, Malchior told me it was the 'demon's poison' a way to mark a mate for life.

I didn't pay any attention to it then, because I thought he was just being ridiculous, but later on when I looked it up I discovered he wasn't messing with me. When demons mate, they mate for life and that single mark was what sealed the deal, totally instinctual, no demon was even aware of it happening until too late when they were stuck together for eternity. It was more sacred, more constricting than marriage and as soon as I realized it was happening again I had to protect X.

With him hovering over me I quickly reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing us both to sit up and forcing him to painfully pause as I frustratingly pushed him off me and out of me so I can jump off the desk. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and turned my back to him, I was too embarrassed to actually lean forward, but I was glad I didn't have to spell it out for him. Instead, he took the initiative and roughly grabbed my hips to push himself back into me, I groaned and spread my legs a little wider to accommodate his girth and he took advantage of it.

The new angle didn't take long to send me over the edge, with his muscled chest pressed against my back, his fingers gripping my hips so tight I was sure they were bruising, his scent, the noise of flesh smacking against flesh, the sweat, the heat, his body. I lost it. It hurt so good I leaned my head back on his shoulder and screamed his name to the ceiling before I threw myself on the desk and buried my face in my arms as I felt my jaw clamp down on itself so hard I think I chipped a tooth.

My walls wrapped around his member and squeezed tightly while a wave of toxic ecstasy drowned me in delicious goodness. Moments later with three hard thrusts I moaned when X growled my name as he came deep inside of me. We both stayed perfectly still for a moment, riding off our orgasms and floating on our highs before he nearly collapsed on top of me. He managed to prop himself up with his hands as he hover over me, breathing onto the back of my neck, making me shiver when I was once again aware of the cool room around us. X kissed me between my shoulder blades and continued to kiss me down my back when he noticed I was still keeping myself perfectly still.

My jaw hurt … my head was light … and I finally realized that we made a huge mistake.

He was still inside me, and with every little nudge I felt him move within me and I couldn't help to inwardly cringe because I don't think he used a condom. Damn it … we really weren't thinking … this same shit happened with Malchior, but unlike me that dragon was apparently aware of reason and had pulled out of me before he released. I should have known the same thing wouldn't happen here … damn it. Yet, I couldn't be mad … not now anyway … I was still a little high and when I finally worked up the strength and the courage enough to look at X over my shoulder I saw him smiling a genuine smile for once.

I couldn't be mad at that face.

With some of his bangs sticking to his face, looking disheveled and satisfied I wondered if I resembled the same appearance. We didn't say anything, I don't think anything needed to be said when everything we felt about one another had been expressed through action and it was more than enough to understand that this … was not going to slate our curiosity. Sex, was obviously not the issue between us or keeping us together (but damn was it good) … and although I was somewhat giddy about discovering this fact, it scared the hell out of me. What was it then? What was keeping us from falling completely apart? Why couldn't we leave and let be?

Worse yet, even after all this, we were still back at square one.

Once again, action spoke for us, we both leaned in for a soft kiss and the oddest feeling of butterflies began to flutter in my tummy. I willed them away with a hiss when he slowly pulled himself out of me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I kept my hand pressed to the back of his neck to keep him close to me as I closed my eyes and sighed heavily when he whispered in my ear, "You're something else …"

Déjà vu? I thought when I remembered him saying the exact same thing to me the night our troubles all began. I inwardly shook my head, no need to go over memory lane now; I began to slip my leotard back on, which forced X to grudgingly let me go and as I happened to glance over my shoulder I noticed him do something odd. With something white and rubbery in his hand he leaned over and threw something away in the trashcan next to the desk, I paused from zipping up my leotard to turn and ask him, "What was that?"

He looked at me and blinked, "What? The condom?"

"… You used one?"

"Uhh … yeah …" he shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Don't want any little Ra – mmph!"

I couldn't help myself; I flung myself into his arms and kissed him gratefully so happy that we didn't actually run charging into this blind and that at least one of us had the sense enough to remember that little detail. Happily he returned the gesture in full, even wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up off my feet for a few seconds before he dropped me back on the platform and smirked cockily, "Hello, what was that about?"

I simply smiled softly, almost too discreetly for him to notice, but he noticed, he noticed and because of it he gave me another soft kiss before whispering, "Beautiful …"

"…" embarrassed I turned from him and straightened out my face so I was once again expressionless as I sighed heavily once more and was suddenly aware of how much mess we made and how much of a mess I was, then I groaned, "I need a shower …"

"There's one over there," he said and pointed across the studio to one of the doors on the far right hand corner.

I shot him a dry look, "Considering what happened, I don't think I want to be taking a shower anywhere near you right now."

He grinned, "Come on Rae, you gave me the hour … and a little more, that's all I need, honest."

'Honest' was never a word he used, much less meant, he was thief and he said so himself, he's a liar. I glared at him and his miserably evil angelic face, then huffed when I felt the dirtiness off the sweaty filth that I was. He was a chance I was willing to take, I needed a shower, badly. So with a roll of my eyes I took his offer and made sure to keep my guard up and the door locked. Yet, despite all the precautions I took, X still managed to pick the lock and sneak in when I was just about done. I cursed Jeremiah (and Malchior maybe) for teaching the thief how to conceal his aura.

He was already bad enough with his 'ninja-skill'; the magic part was just adding insult to injury.

So the night ended as I predicted.

I knew I wasn't getting out of here with just one hour alone with X.

Not if the thief had anything to say about it.

Eventually, I lost track of time …

And somewhere in the mists of such pleasurable torture I had passed out on his bed in exhaustion (so much for demonic stamina) and woke up later the next day … alone.

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Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans, I'm sorry, I don't, DC owns'em

A/N: Okay, and there you have it, the lemon you people kept hounding me about, hope it was appropriate enough for you guys and delicious enough to keep you satisfied till the next chapter. Also, if you hadn't notice they were not on a bed or all 'l love you' before and during it happened … if you don't like how that occurred, I'm sorry, but to me for where this story is going and how the characters are portrayed I don't think that the 'I love yous' kinda scene was going to fit these two.

Trust me … I've tried to write this scene numerous different times … needless to say I'm all sexed-out when it came to writing this lemon … they exhausted me to keep them both in character and to keep the story rolling where I want it to go. I won't say I didn't enjoy it though, I always enjoy writing alone time with Raven whoever she may be with, but enough of that, I feel like I've explained myself quite enough for you guys.

Moving on!

For those of you asking for a bit of Speedy and Raven, calm down, the story ain't over yet, it will happen, I just figured this chapter had to happen now while the story allowed for a little down time. There's still plenty more story coming up, so don't fret, drop your comments, your questions, your love at the review box thingy and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!!

L8er daez!