Wrath

It was one of those rare moments where my shock was so great and so deep that nothing exploded, because I didn't have enough emotion to react. I sat there, staring at the table next to us and shifting uncomfortably as the patron gave me side-long glances. And by "patron", I mean Jason. I bit my lip and buried my nose into the menu, hoping my glamour spell was enough to keep him from noticing who I was.

I highly doubted it.

Across from me, Beast Boy was oblivious, flipping through the menu looking for some vegetarian option. To anyone else he looked like a handsome, blonde boy with dimples, but out of the corner of my eye I could see Jason roll his eyes.

"Beast Boy?" He scoffed under his breath and shook his head. "Whatever."

My lips pursed and I looked at his date, the blonde, bubbly girl from the doughnut shop. "Security girl? I see that fake date was really all that was." I turned a page of the menu and snarled. "I would have thought you moved on by now. A whole six weeks, that must be a record or something."

"Longer than us."

I turned and glared. He had no right to bring that up. On all possible accounts. I mean, we weren't even together. Across the restaurant I could see a few a water glasses tremble and shatter under the weight of my emotions. I needed to calm down, or I was really going to hurt someone. I took a few deep breaths and looked over the table at Beast Boy, whose eyebrows were knitted together.

"Raven?" He glanced between me and Jason. "Do you know who that is?"

"No." I looked back towards my date and tried to smile, but I knew it wouldn't reach my eyes. "I thought I recognized him, but I was wrong. Just a guy." I could feel Jason's anger spike, but he didn't say anything, and his ditzy girlfriend didn't seem to notice anything either.

He watched as Beast Boy returned to his menu and then glared at me some more.

"You know, your face is going to get stuck that way if you keep staring like that."

"Very funny." He looked over at his date, who was hunting in her purse for something. "Roof. Five. I want to talk."

I rolled my eyes and played with the ice in my water. "Go fuck yourself."

"I would like to remind you that you broke up with me. So, cut the attitude and meet me on the roof. We're going to talk whether you want to or not."

"I'm on a date."

"Yeah, with Beast Boy." He snorted behind his menu. "What bet did you lose to get that punishment?"

I growled and glanced up at Beast Boy, who was still completely oblivious to our whispered conversation. Goddess, he was such a man-ditz sometimes. I looked over at Jason and frowned. "I'll have you know that it was my choice. He asked me out – like a gentleman – and I said yes."

"Wow. Look at my shock." He rolled his eyes and turned back to his date, who was now playing on her phone, taking pictures of the swank restaurant to post on line. There was a long pause and Jason got that sly smile on his face. I knew that smile, it only appeared when he was planning something particularly devious. He leaned forward and stared at Beast Boy for a long moment before speaking.

"You have the most familiar face… Stacy, doesn't he look familiar?"

His blonde date didn't even bother looking up from her phone and she nodded. "Sure."

Beast Boy looked back at me, his eyes widening in shock. "I don't know what you mean. I'm just your average Joe, taking my girl out for dinner."

"No…" Jason feigned thought for a moment. "That's not it… I mean, the face is so familiar, it's like I've seen those eyes before. I think…" He put on an excited face and nudged his date. "Stacy, doesn't he look like Beast Boy? I think that's it, you're Beast Boy aren't you?"

His date's eyes lit up like a fangirl and she turned to Beast Boy, grinning. "Are you really? You're really Beast Boy!"

"I… Ah…." He looked from me and back again, putting his hands in front of him as if they were going to be any use. I had flashbacks of Stacy's previous excited outburst in the doughnut shop, and I recoiled in fear. The girl was groupie, and I could see the crazy eyes already.

"I… guess…"

"Oh, wow!" Stacy jumped forward, sliding next to Beast Boy to strike up conversation.

"I need to use the bathroom. Sorry." Before he could respond for help, I jumped up and moved quickly towards the back door, ducking waiters and waitresses as I found the stairwell for the roof. Behind me, I could feel Jason pushing against my energy. He was beyond angry, and I knew the feeling well.

I threw open the door to the roof and turned toward him, my energy crackling around me as he stepped over the threshold. There was a moment of stillness as he tried to collect his thoughts before pushing forward.

"I don't even know where to start, Raven. But let me try this: what in the hell are you doing on a date with Beast Boy?" He crowded against me, glaring. I could feel his energy merge with mine and I cringed as our emotions threaded together, feeding each other as we become more and more volatile.

"I could ask you the same thing. You're on a date with the girl you told me wasn't a date." I shoved at his shoulders. I don't know why I felt so angry, we weren't exclusive, we weren't together, we had a few moments of really amazing sex and I broke it off. Because I couldn't handle the guilt and the fear of being caught. It was my choice to stop it, and I needed to accept my decision. I closed my eyes and sighed, taking a step back.

"You broke it off with me, remember?" He glared and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at me. "I spent weeks trying to get you back. I even broke into the museum again to get your attention, and you just ignored me. You sent Bird Boy after me instead? Damnit, Raven."

I snarled at him. "Of course I did! Because I didn't want to see you. We couldn't continue what we were doing."

"You never even gave it a chance!" He pushed against me and glared. I could feel his heat and smell his cologne, and it was a wonder I didn't melt right there. I didn't realize how much I actually missed him in my life. Oh, Goddess, I can't believe I said that. I'll never be able to live that down if he ever finds out.

He stepped away from me and threw his hands into the air. "We went a few rounds in the sheets and you walked out on me. You made me a one night stand."

"Oh, well I'm sorry I bruised your tender ego, Jason. Remind me next time to care."

"Fuck you." He shook his head and looked away. "You put on this front like you're so high and mighty, but when it comes down to it, you're just scared."

"Excuse me?" Okay, that was low. I growled at him. "I'm what? Scared?"

"Yeah. You're scared. You don't want to get hurt, so you would rather hurt me instead."

"Thanks for the analysis, Freud, but I think you're wrong."

"Really? Then why is my date a ditzy blonde girl with big tits and not you?"

"You're talking as if we have dates."

"Well, I tried to have a date… but someone decided to duck out before we could finish."

I glared. "We're not together."

"You didn't give it a chance." He sighed and shook his head. "We sound like broken records."

"Because we're-"

He turned to me, his eyes bright and angry. "We are not getting into this. Not now." His hands reached up and he tugged at the tie around his neck, loosening it. "I haven't seen you in six weeks and I am hungry for your body."

The way he said it so blatantly made my stomach melt. He was mad and angry, and we were both volatile and ready to explode. He pulled his tie off and backed me up against an AC condensing unit.

"Turn around."

I continued to glare at him. I wasn't going to let him push me around. "Like hell."

He smiled. "I can always make you."

"I doubt it-" I didn't have a chance to finish my sentence. His mouth closed over mine and he pushed me against the metal unit. I could taste his anger and desperation in his kiss, and it just fueled my own emotions. His hands slid down my body before turning me around, and shoving me chest-first into the unit. He took his tie and wrapped it around my wrists, tying me to the unit. It was a loose knot, something we both knew I could easily break, but I didn't want to. At least not yet.

His hands slid under my skirt and ran his hands against my bottom. "You're wearing panties? At least that's a good sign."

"It's only the second date, do you think I'd give it up so easy?"

"Technically, you gave it up on our first date."

I couldn't keep the moan from my lips as he slid a finger into me. I hadn't been touched in six weeks and it felt amazing. He slid the panties down my legs and shoved them in his pocket.

"I'm keeping these."

"That's very creepy-old-Japanese-man of you."

He lifted my skirt and slapped my ass with a good amount of force. Sharp pins raced against my skin and I cried out, tugging at my restraints.

"I don't reward insolence."

Oh, Goddess. I knew this was wrong. In fact, this was beyond wrong. I had a date several stories below me being attacked by a rabid fangirl, and I was tied up on the roof being "punished" by Red X. What in the world was wrong with me? His hand feathered over the red mark he undoubtedly created, trying to replace the pain with pleasure, before his fingers dipped into me again.

"Let's play a game…"

I gasped, fighting the sensations of pain and pleasure that were warring within me. "We're both in the middle of a date."

He snorted incredulously. "Stacy is the self-proclaimed 'number one Titan fan' … if I know her, her tongue will be half-way down his throat by now. Give it another fifteen minutes and she'll be sucking his cock under the table. Onlookers or no onlookers, doesn't matter to her."

"You have no faith in your girlfriend."

He slapped my skin again, with more force this time. "She's not my girlfriend."

"Then what is she?"

He slapped me again, and the pain was slowly turning into a delightful, warm burn. "Just a girl who won't leave me alone. I thought I might have some fun with her tonight…" His hand soothed the mark where he slapped. "But I would much rather have fun with you."

"Is that so?"

I screamed again as he spanked me. "I already told you, little bird, I don't reward insolence. You're going to have to learn better manners if you want to avoid punishment."

"This is wrong."

"Says who?" He gave a low chuckle and leaned over my back, pressing his lips to my ear. "I haven't been with anyone since you… I had full intentions of taking advantage of Stacy tonight, but Fate clearly had other plans." His tongue traced the shell of my ear and I shivered. "Not that I mind, I would much rather take advantage of you."

"You haven't… since…"

He slapped me again.

"I didn't say you could ask questions, did I?" He pushed a finger into me and I cried out, pushing back against his hand like some wanton hussy desperate for attention. "Answer honestly and you'll get more pleasure, lie and you'll get more punishment. The choice is yours. That's my game, care to play?"

I wasn't sure if I wanted to lie just to get him to punish me or not. I nodded slowly, wishing I could see his face. "I don't have much of a choice, do I? I'm at a serious disadvantage."

"Oh, I can put you at a bigger disadvantage if you want." His voice held a million promises I didn't have names for, and I swallowed in some weird hybrid of fear and excitement. A moment passed and he continued. "So, did you enjoy our time together?"

"I… yes."

He pushed another finger into me and I screamed as his thumb slid over my clit. His punishment had made my entire body a vibrating mess of pleasure and I was going to lose control any moment, especially when his fingers kept stroking me like there was no tomorrow. "Ah, good girl. See what happens when you're honest?" He pushed against me, and I could feel his erection press against the back of my thigh.

"Yes."

"Good…" He stroked me again. "Do you want to continue?"

I tried to think about what he was asking me, but my mind was in too much of a haze and my mouth formed my answer before I could stop it. "No… we can't."

He removed his fingers and slapped my ass again, the vibration made me scream, and I could feel my body quiver as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. "Wrong answer. You're dripping wet, flushed, and exposed to me, furthermore we both knew you can escape my knot at any point… so then, Raven… if you don't want to continue, then what is this? A ruse? A play? You want this, admit it to yourself."

Did I want this? This utter degrading treatment? I was tied and being spanked like a child. I knew (logically) that I should be outraged at this treatment, I was not an object to be treated like this. But… it didn't feel like he was trying to dominate me or overpower me, it felt like he was using pain as a means to achieve pleasure. Not something I ever thought possible, but clearly Jason was going to teach me all kinds of new things. "I… don't know."

"Lies."

He slapped my ass again, and this time the vibration and the pain made me reach my pinnacle. I screamed and tugged violently at my restraints, feeling my body tremble as I rode the wave of pleasure he created. He pushed his fingers into me, muttering words of encouragement as I came.

He chuckled. "I knew you were close. Do you know how beautiful you look right now, with your skirt hitched up, your red and punished ass in the air, cream running down your legs?"

Color flooded my face and I hid my embarrassment in the shadows. Why did I let him do this to me? Treat me this way? "This isn't right."

"Says who?" He slapped my ass again, stoking the fire as if it had never gone out. "You didn't even give it a chance. You gave me a one-night stand filled with… you and then walked away. I wanted you back. I needed you back, and yet you left me alone and empty and begging for you. I don't know what you did to me, but I need you. I hate it that I feel this way, I hate it that you did this to me."

"I did what to you?" I felt my anger spike suddenly as he accused me of messing with his perfectly balanced life. "I did nothing to you. You asked me to give up everything for you. To put my relationships and my careers at risk because you want to fuck me."

I was irate now, the hazy feeling of pleasure fading as rage coursed through my veins. I slipped my wrists from his tie and turned around to face him, growling. "Don't sit there and point the finger at me. I have a life, friends, a family, and I cannot risk everything for you. If you want me, then you need to accept that I might be afraid of losing everything."

"I am accepting of that." He snarled at me, pushing my hips back against the AC unit. My skin burned as it touched the metal, and I wondered how much damage his punishment had done. He hitched my skirt up around my waist again and glared. "But you broke my heart when you walked out of my apartment. You didn't even think for a second about me. Just you. You. You. You. You. As if this entire relationship is about you." I could hear the shift of clothing as he undid his pants, freeing himself. "If all you wanted was a relationship about you, then maybe you should have invested in some batteries and not a person."

With a snap of his teeth, he pushed into me, filling me completely. He was relentless, pounding into me like a piston. I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, as if he meant to teach me a lesson. I gasped and cried and clawed at his clothing, but he refused to back down. It wasn't like our first time, or even our second time, where he was seeking my pleasure above his, it was as if he wanted nothing more than to seek his own release, to hurt me by denying me pleasure. But behind the darkness in his eyes, I could see him trying to control himself.

Without warning, I came hard, my body seizing as he continued to fuck me. It wasn't long before he followed me and he rested his head against my shoulder, gasping for breath in the stale night air.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"No… that's not it." He pulled away from me and frowned, the anger fading away as we both stood raw and exposed to each other. "I can't not have you in my life, Raven. I tried, and we can see how that turned out…" He ran a hand through his hair, but made no attempt to cover up his partial nudity, as if I should be comfortable with it as well. "I want a real relationship with you. Not just earth-shattering, amazing sex, which is great by the way. I want an us. And I'm sorry I didn't see that before you walked out on me."

"I can't give you an us." I pulled my skirt down and looked away, color flooding my face.

"You did before." He finally redressed himself, but refused to let me leave. "You were fine with coming over for a date, or hanging out after our make-out sessions, or being around me. It's just when we put a label on it you backed away. I want you in my life."

"What was I supposed to say? What can I say? We're on totally separate sides of the spectrum, Jason. We can't be together."

"We're not even trying." He sighed in defeat and backed away. "Fine. If this is all we get, then this is all we get… but don't you ever wonder what a real relationship would be like? Going out for a date, watching movies together, worrying about each other…"

"Trying to figure out how not to get you captured by my leader? Or what if you get killed during a mark?" I shook my head and sighed. "We can't do this. I can't do this. I want to try, but I know it will end in failure."

He sighed and walked to the door. "Whatever. Fine."

"Jason…"

"What, Raven? What else can I say?"

I don't know what made me do it. I've never initiated a kiss before, it was always him. But having him stand in front of me, professing feelings other than desire, I wanted something from him. I didn't know how to describe it, other than wanting him. I pulled him close and I kissed him deeply. There was a moment suspended in time before he gathered his senses and kissed me back, his hands weaving into my hair as he pulled me closer.

He gasped and let go, looking into my eyes. "No more dates with Beast Boy."

I nodded.

"And I get to pleasure you whenever I want."

I rolled my eyes. "I thought this was more than sex."

"It is." He shrugged. "But that doesn't mean we have to cut out sex entirely." He reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties, admiring them as if they were a trophy. "We're actually pretty good together, don't you think?"

I rolled my eyes again. "You're impossible."

"But right." He lifted my skirt and touched the raw, exposed skin, making me shiver and reminding me of what had just transpired between us.

I pushed his hand away and started for the door. "Come on. We've got to save Beast Boy before Stacy devours him whole."

Jason shrugged and held open the door for me. "You never know, he might like it."

I snorted. "She's crazy."

He thought for a moment before nodding. "Hell yes she is." Without any warning, he grabbed my arm before I could cross the threshold and pulled me back in for another, long kiss.

I pulled away and stared up at him. "What was that for?"

He smiled. "Because I could."

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So… yep. That happened too.
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