Breaker Chapter 9, a teen titans fanfic

A/N: YAY FOR A NEW COMPUTER! Hopefully this quickens my updates on this story. XD

Anyway, when I began writing this chapter I had done so with the assumption that the villain Adonis, (from the Teen Titans episode "Beast Within"), retained his werebeast transformation powers. It wasn't until halfway through this chapter did I realize he had been administered the antidote that Cyborg had created and, thus, was forced to resort to his battlesuit for later battles, (i.e. when he battles and is defeated by Cyborg in the episode "Overdrive.)

…

BUT.

His role in my story works better with him still retaining his werebeast powers, so I decided to exercise some creative license, (and the God-like powers all fanfiction authors are blessed with), so that he does just that. So Adonis is still a werebeast.

Yup. This is me. Spitting in the face of continuity.

It's fun.

Enjoy.

Chapter 9

Mornings in Jump City were much like mornings anywhere else in the world. The sun rose. Streetlights shut off. Birds chirped. Coffee was made. It was hard to escape the normalcy of mornings, even if one were spending such a thing in Titans Tower.

Usually a typical morning for Raven began when the sun hit the sky. Her alarm would go off hours after she had opened her eyes, and it was only by its blaring ring did she finally get out of bed. She would perform her morning meditations, shower, and head down to the main room to wait for the rest of her friends to join her.

But on this particular morning Raven did not wake up before her alarm. In fact, her usual 7:00 a.m wake up call was completely absent. When she did finally open her eyes it was well into the later part of the day, when breakfast began to meld away to accommodate lunch, and 7:00 a.m. was a distant memory.

It was an awakening Raven had rarely experienced before. Her eyes fluttered open easily instead of snapping open from a nightmare she couldn't escape. She felt rested, but her head felt heavy with sleep and it was making her dizzy to lie down. She blinked slowly, letting her sight adjust to the sunlight coming through her window. And then she frowned.

Something didn't quite feel right.

She didn't move abruptly, opting to take things in slow strides. She vaguely realized she couldn't recall how or when she had fallen asleep, and the lack of memories worried her. Slowly and cautiously she flipped from her stomach to her back and immediately realized that she was completely and utterly naked beneath the sheets. That sudden awareness squashed whatever caution she had been planning to exercise and Raven sat bolt upright in bed, hugging her blanket to her chest and staring at her room.

It was in complete disarray. The place looked ransacked. There wasn't a piece of furniture that wasn't broken in some way or another, and every item she possessed was either thrown on the floor or dangling from something.

The sight was jarring.

And yet.

It wasn't nearly as jarring as hearing a deep and throaty moan from the space next to her. And what Raven had taken to be just a pile of her sheets began to flip over to reveal that they were, in fact, not sheets at all.

They were the body of a person, and the person had a startling hue of green skin, and the person also had the startling appearance of being Beast Boy.

A sleeping Beast Boy.

A sleeping and extremely naked Beast Boy, made apparent when he moved and the blanket that had been covering him slipped from his waist to reveal….

Oh. Well.

One of the pillows that had made it to the floor completely imploded on itself, sending out a sprinkling of white feathers into the middle of the room. Raven quickly averted her eyes to keep her powers in check, her head pounding sickeningly in her skull.

Her and Beast Boy.

The night before.

Words. Heat. Breath. Skin.

The sound of her resolve breaking and an onslaught of emotional baggage.

Wanting Beast Boy

Wanting Beast Boy.

More. More. More.

Depravity.

The night before rushed back to her in a crashing wave, and her body grew hot from the memories. It was as if a dam had broken in her mind, and every minute detail made itself painfully apparent in her tender skull.

Memories that seemed blurry but completely real flashed through Raven's mind. As she glanced back at Beast Boy she was overwhelmed with images of him breathing hard, looking at her with a possessive stare, sweat dotting the vibrant green of his brow.

Her shoulders slumped as she closed her eyes, wishing she could live in denial but knowing that she was too disciplined for chosen ignorance.

Her and Beast Boy.

A heated argument in the hallway.

A heated exchange in the bedroom.

She remembered.

Remembered him tearing through her clothes on the bed, remembered how the desire in her core began to fracture her mind. She remembered that when he touched her he gave strength to Depravity, and all night they had fought over their needs for Beast Boy.

They had fought.

Each other.

Raven clutched her head, astounded with herself. Had it really come to that? A struggle with herself? Had she really battled with her own isolated emotion over who got to satisfy their mutual sexual desire for Gar?

She glanced sidelong at her naked companion once more.

Apparently the answer was yes.

She closed her eyes and tried to separate what had been her actions and what had been the actions of her other self, but recalling the night before was like a humiliating walk of shame, even if it was in the silence of her own mind.

She remembered how she had tugged the shirt off his back and took pleasure from the feel of his skin beneath her palms. She remembered her fingers shaking as she clung to him, her nerves threatening to seize the heart.

That had been her.

She remembered how they had savagely disposed of all their garments, how she had yanked at his hair and bit at his neck. He had growled in response and she had dug her fingernails into his skin, scarring him.

That had been Depravity.

He had touched her without reprieve, his fingers coaxing startled gasps from her lips and embarrassing shivers from her body. She had been embarrassed and he had found it arousing.

That had been her.

And then, when he couldn't stand it any longer, when he loomed over her and spread her legs apart, and when he had asked her one final time to make him stop, she had reached out, grasped his hips, and forced him inside of her.

That, Raven had to admit, had been both of them.

Her muscles tensed at the vivid memory and she drew her knees to her chest, hoping that the throbbing between her legs would stop. The thought of her and Beast Boy together like that…in such an intimate fashion…yet done with such savagery…. It was astonishingly humiliating, but it wasn't as though she completely deplored the memory.

Because yes, it was something she had kept herself from doing for years.

But…

If she had done it…at least it had been with someone…

…whom…

Her eyes averted to Beast Boy again, taking in his quiet face and his steady breathing. He was someone she had known for years, and someone she undoubtedly trusted. If it had to happen, at least it was with someone like him.

Because she remembered he had been gentle at first, restraining his more basic nature and trying to be considerate of her whimpers of pain. He had cradled her face with his hand, his cheek pressed against hers as he entered her again and again.

Slow.

Amorous.

Raven remembered how utterly sweet he had been, treating her as if she was something breakable even though she could tell he yearned for force and aggression. She had been able to caress his face with her fingertips for a split second, her mouth open as she breathed heavily against the stabs of pain and the aftermath of pleasure. They had looked at each other, and she remembered that it had been her staring up at him and no one else.

But.

Depravity's will had grown strong, and she would shove herself to the forefront of consciousness whenever she could. Whatever discomforts Raven had felt were overrun with Depravity's screaming need, and a gentle caress of fingers turned into a gripped hold on his throat as her voice hissed out a single, impassioned word: "Harder."

With one command from her lips, in the voice of the girl he had known for years, Beast Boy had freed his aggression, and his hips had rammed into hers until she was howling. Raven had both wanted it to stop and wanted him to continue, and the grimace in her face hid the joyous satisfaction of Depravity within. At some point she had beat her fists against his chest and cried out in a devastating moan, books and artifacts flying about the room around them. Beast Boy had grabbed her wrists and pinned them back on the bed, his chest heaving with their union. Her empathic abilities were overwhelmed with the emotions she was receiving from him, but at that moment she had felt such a conflict of excitement and disappointment that it burned her psyche.

"Raven," he had gasped, confusion marring his face. "Raven…Raven you said-,"

She couldn't remember if it had been her or Depravity that had done it, but Raven had lifted her face to his at that point, pressing her lips to his and devouring his uncertain words. She forced the kiss deeper, coaxed him to respond with fervor. He had hesitated at first, concerned with her contradictory reactions, but he was privy to her seduction, and it didn't take long for him to return her intensity. He continued to move in her, and his hands moved her own across the bed sheets, crossing them above her head in a mockery of shackles. He had spoken against her lips then, saying things she didn't want him to say.

How ashamed he was.

How he couldn't stop.

How he needed her.

How he wanted her even as he was taking her.

She remembered him repeating his words over and over as he thrust himself deep into her core, and while Raven had taken comfort in his confessions, Depravity found them to be distracting.

So she had made Raven slip her leg around him and roll them to the side, flipping him onto his back as she straddled his waist. Raven had wanted to push herself off of Gar, rest her shaking body and gather her bearings. The fire they were playing with was dangerous, and it was scorching her body and soul. But Depravity had made her hands grasp his shoulders as she worked her hips against his, grinding deeply against him and smiling as he filled her body. Beast Boy had convulsed at the movement, gripping her waist. Raven had wanted to scream, but Depravity only let her laugh as she worked her body against his, gleaning from him every last ounce of pleasure she could take. When he tried to speak she covered his mouth with her hand and worked harder against his member.

Memories. All of them vivid, vivid memories.

Raven hugged her blanket closer to her she continued to remember against her will. She was practically on the brink of tears, caught between excitement at the recollections and mortification at her actions. When they had finally ended it had felt like hours later, with Beast Boy plowing deep into her once more and her back arching with every grisly thrust. He had made sure they crested together, and when they did she clung to him for dear life and screamed out his name, basking in the excruciating amount of gratification that seeped over her.

And whether it had been her or her other self, Raven knew that she had chosen the night. No one else. She had wanted Beast Boy, had pined for him and yearned for him in secret, and then she had done the unthinkable and actually taken what she wanted. She had thrown discipline out the window and given in to impulse for a mere second in time, but it had been enough to release the sexual deviant in her for a night that Raven would never forget.

And now, on this normal morning at Titans Tower, she was left to deal with the very real consequences of her very real actions.

Because Raven was disciplined fora reason, and Raven had been avoiding last night for a very specific reason.

Yes, Depravity had satiated her hunger, but once was never enough for something that had been deprived.

Because if you deprive something, it starves.

And when you give it a taste, it becomes ravenous.

And Raven knew Depravity would want her hunger to be satisfied again.

And again.

She looked around the room, at her broken possessions and tattered walls. This was the damage Raven was capable of when her powers were practically drained.

She touched her fingers to her temple and concentrated, trying to accurately determine the state of her mind after battling for control with a potent entity like Depravity. If she were being vague she'd assess the damage to be nothing short of ramming a spike through her frontal lobe. Her mindscape felt fractured, and the pounding headache in her brain was nauseating.

Raven let out a shuddering breath and lowered her hand.

If Depravity were allowed to feed again then Jump City would crumble and Raven's mind would rupture beyond repair.

But if Raven tried to suppress the emotion now, after everything that had happened, it would be the equivalent of restraining a wild beast with her bare hands.

She looked over at her sleeping companion and his unhindered slumber. If it was this difficult to be in his presence with eyes closed then Raven wasn't looking forward to the moment when they opened. Because he wasn't just Beast Boy anymore, and he was much more than Garfield to her now. This boy was someone singularly significant in her life. Someone she saw every day. Someone she lived with. Someone who slept down the hall from her own room. Someone she couldn't escape from.

Someone she wanted to be close to.

But someone Depravity wanted to consume in her darkness.

And if Depravity were allowed to consume, then Raven would be left with a burden she could not contain.

And if Raven could not contain, then the world would be subject to her destructive release.

Raven pressed her forehead into her knees and forced herself to back away from the verge of tears. She commanded herself to be strong, made herself lock away her emotions and keep her face stone cold. If she was going to get through this then she needed to keep her wits about her.

Even if she was fucked in almost every way possible.

When Beast Boy finally woke it was well into the afternoon. He came to with a satisfied yawn and a hearty stretch of his limbs before turning over in the bed and blindly searching for Raven's warmth. He reached his arm out across her side of the mattress and found empty space. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. When he sat up and looked around the room he found that the chaotic mess from the night before had been wiped away, everything repaired to its normal state, everything returned to its normal place. As if nothing had happened.

And Raven was gone.

Raven.

The girl he had known for eight years, revealed every last one of his weaknesses to, and had spent the night with.

Raven.

A girl who knew little about submission, yet he had taken her with his own two hands. A girl who was never touched, yet whom he had touched. A girl who had said she could not claim what she wanted and yet showed it to him anyway.

Raven.

The girl he had fallen asleep next to. And was now gone.

But why?

He sat there for a few moments, blinking in the daylight and frowning at his surroundings. He had suspected that the 'morning after' would be a plethora of awkwardness and uncertainty, but he honestly hadn't thought that he'd be experiencing it alone. It made Beast Boy doubt himself, and he ran a hand through his hair in uncertainty.

Did they regret it?

Did she regret it?

How badly did this change things?

How good were the outcomes of their actions?

Was he happy?

Was she happy?

Did she hate him?

Did she love him….

Beast Boy turned to look at the nightstand. All he saw was a black and contorted alarm clock.

No note.

He scanned the entire room, his eyes searching for any sort of message Raven could have left behind for him. He looked from the dresser to the bookshelf to the windowpane.

Nothing.

Reluctantly he slipped from the bed, searching for his discarded clothes. He tried to dress slowly, allowing time for Raven to return in the hopes that she had just stepped out for a minute. But as time passed and she didn't show up, Beast Boy's mind began to harden. All feelings of contentment that he had awoken with began to dissipate, and the uncertainty he had been feeling slowly manipulated itself into solid compunction. He grumbled under his breath as he tugged on his shirt and headed for the door, not even bothering to make the bed before he left.

Who knew Raven was cold enough for a one-night stand?

She had wanted to avoid him at all costs.

Not that she was particularly proud of abandoning him in his sleep, but staying would have meant they had to deal with each other, and Raven was definitely not ready for that. She needed time to gather her mind, to mend what had broken the night before and build her resolve. Only when she had a firm grip on her psyche would she be able to face him without tearing out his throat or ripping off his clothes.

So, as inconsiderate as the action was, Raven had left her room without a word to Beast Boy, hoping that she could steal away for the day to meditate in silence. But unhindered quiet was rare at the Tower, and the past few days had been an unexpected vacation for the Titans.

Vacation was over.

The alarm sounded just as Raven was beginning to fully settle into her mind. The room Cyborg had made her when Slade was hot on her trail was still in use, and the ancient runes and symbols that lined the room were exactly what she needed. The bionic genius had done his mystic research well, and through the mixture of magic and science a perfect failsafe haven was created within the Tower walls. Raven was putting it to good use now, in case her mindscape was too splintered to control.

She had been meditating for over three hours when the siren began to blare and her communicator beeped into life with Robin's voice. There were two robberies, a car theft, a kidnapping, and a roaring rampage in the fashion district by Adonis. Five dilemmas for five Titans.

The universe could be so convenient sometimes.

Raven was given the kidnapping, since she could easily track the victim and the culprit with her empathic powers. Robin gave her the location of their last sighting before letting her know that Starfire and Beast Boy would be nearby if she needed back up, the former taking care of a robbery and the latter taking care of his good friend Adonis.

Raven made a mental note to call on Star first if there was trouble.

When she teleported to her destination Raven was immediately struck by the residue of fear and violence that hovered in the air. She was on the corner of a bakery and a boutique, and the stench of distress made her grimace under her hood. It didn't take much for her to differentiate the two between male and female, and it grated her whenever a girl was taken advantage of.

She followed the trail seven blocks east, the long lost scream of the girl echoing as Raven flew in her wake. When she found the culprit she vowed to show a little less mercy than she was wont to do. But the stench of the kidnapper began to change, and as Raven darted head first down the street she realized the emotional scent was familiar to her. She rounded a corner and found herself on the edge of one of Jump City's largest parks, where the trails were too long and the trees too thick for many people to venture in. The perfect place to stash a kidnapped victim.

Raven flew low to the ground and seeped her way into the trees. She noticed deep troughs in the earth and gashes in the bark, and she wondered if her target was human or monster. She continued on for another few meters before settling herself behind a large oak. The stench was getting stronger—as was the familiarity—but she tried to ignore her curiosity and focus on the job at hand. She sent her raven shadow into the sky, hoping to get a bird's eye view of what she would be diving into, but the canopy of trees was too dense, and her mind's eye saw nothing but green.

Then a scream and a gut-wrenching howl tore through the air, and Raven's eyes snapped open at the guttural sound. The marks she had seen and the recognizable scent suddenly made alarming sense, and Raven gritted her teeth at the revelation.

The kidnapper and Adonis were one and the same.

Her and Beast Boy were on the same trail.

Perfect.

Another scream tore through the air and Raven berated herself for thinking of personal problems instead of the girl in distress. She closed her eyes and used her soul-self to reach through the trees, finding the source of anguish and focusing on the details.

Thirteen meters in front of her were three figures, two of them pumping high amounts of adrenaline and testosterone and one pulsing with terror. The two high energies were engaged in a rigorous battle while the other cowered at the roots of a sycamore. The girl was injured in several places, but nothing too fatal. It was her spirit that needed the most attention, for it had been broken when Adonis had captured her.

Raven reunited with her soul-self and slipped out from behind the oak tree, moving quickly and quietly. She stayed grounded this time, with her feet making hardly a sound on the grassy floor. As she drew closer to the mayhem the sounds of combat began to thicken the air, and so Raven stuck to the shadows, weaving in and out of the flecks of light that made it past the leafy overhang. Soon she could make out the beastly form of Adonis: nothing but fur and teeth and rage. He was in a small clearing—not nearly big enough to house a fight between giants—and Beast Boy was with him, reflecting him in size, stature and power. They were locked in combat, growling at each other furiously. Raven knew full well how Beast Boy viewed Adonis, for he saw him as the physical manifestation of the things he didn't like about being a man: cruelty, vanity, an inconsiderate nature and a chauvinistic persona. As well as all the things that made him the Beast: sadism, mercilessness, a cold-hearted sense of attack and a wild ego to boost it.

Raven could feel Beast Boy's resentment surging off of him in waves, and despite the awkwardness that hung between them she pitied his hatred for the villain.

But pitying a man capable of fighting his own battles was pointless when there were others who needed her help. Raven could see the girl huddled on the far side of the clearing, her jeans torn and her blouse hanging in rags around her shoulders. She looked petrified, so Raven reached out and spoke to her silently.

Rest your heart, she said, and the girl jumped at the sudden voice in her head. You're safe now. Do not move. We are Titans, and we are here to take you home.

Raven made her way around the clearing, just as the Beast that was Garfield let out a howl and swung at Adonis, sending him careening into the trees. Raven locked eyes with the girl and used their shared gaze to calm her mind. With a breathy sigh the girl's eyes closed and she swooned, and Raven arrived just in time to catch her in her arms.

Gar, she called silently, hoping that he wouldn't get angry at her mental invasion. His back was to her but his ears pricked up to show he had heard. Whether their communication was difficult for him or not she couldn't tell, but he positioned himself in front of her nonetheless, prepping for the moment when Adonis would come crashing through the trees once more.

Adonis and the kidnapping are the same thing. I followed the auras here. Raven touched a hand to the girl's face before quickly withdrawing it. He beat her. A black eye and a split lip. Three cracked ribs and a bruised collarbone. There's some bruising on her arms too. Raven placed her hand on the girl's torso, flooding her body with healing energy. I can't move her unless I mend these bones, but I can feel Adonis is hell bent on keeping her here. Can you buy me time until we can escape?

She felt selfish for asking him to defend her after she had abandoned him that morning, but the Beast simply glanced over his shoulder and nodded once, his fierce eyes masking the humanity of the Garfield hidden beneath the fur.

In that instant Adonis made his counterattack and he burst through the trees, snarling his fury, swiping at Beast Boy with a massive claw. He ducked, Adonis swiped with his other arm, and Beast Boy went crashing into the trees himself. Raven threw up a shield to protect the girl from flying bark and debris, but the action caught Adonis' eye and he rounded on the pair in an instant. He let out a piercing cry and Raven nearly flew back from the mental onslaught she received from him.

He recognized her, knew that she was healing the girl that had stupidly refused his advances, and if he let them go then he would never get a chance to punish her for her brazenness.

He charged for them, and Raven was forced to rise to her feet and deflect his assault. She stood over the girl, hands splayed in the air, forcing herself to keep the barrier solid, but Adonis' mindless rage was like poison to her soul. Her shield began to weaken until the creature crashed down with both claws and shattered it all together, forcing Raven to crumble from the shock.

She fell to the ground in a heap and he pounced, pinning her shoulders to the grass, his talons digging through the Kevlar of her suit and into her flesh. She whimpered in pain and levitated a large tree branch to her left, using what concentration she still had to swing at her assailant. He blocked it easily and reduced the thing to splinters. He gazed down at Raven and grabbed at her throat, cutting off her air and bruising her neck. She flailed beneath him, raised an arm to blind him if need be, but the lack of oxygen was starting to blur her vision. Not to mention that Adonis' thoughts were seeping into her mind, and she could hear him calculating her worth, wondering if maybe he should do away with the human girl to see what he could possibly teach a Titan about the superiority of a man over a woman.

But his thoughts would remain only thoughts, because just when Raven was sure she was going to pass out Beast Boy came running, careening into Adonis' side and sending them both rolling across the clearing. Raven convulsed at the rush of air, choking on oxygen and pitching feebly to her side. She took a moment to let her body settle before she lifted herself on her elbows and watched as Beast Boy fought without mercy and without reprieve. He was tearing into Adonis like a mad man, drawing blood at every opportunity he could.

"Stop," Raven tried to say, but the word came out raspy and low. She clutched at her throat, trying to heal her vocal chords enough to speak. Adonis was whimpering now, cowering on the ground stained red from his wounds, but Beast Boy wasn't letting up. "Gar, stop," she tried again, getting shakily to her feet.

He was losing himself now, giving in to the adrenaline rush of winning.

Raven winced as she straightened, her hand flying to her dislocated right shoulder. "Garfield!" She said his name in earnest, calling to him loudly but weakly. The green Beast stopped mid-attack and looked over to her, his fangs bared and sweat drenching his fur. She stared at him and he stared back. And then with no other words said he lowered his arm and transformed back into himself, locking the Beast inside him once more. Within seconds a panting Garfield was standing over the defeated Adonis, the latter having grown too weak to sustain his animal form. With a hate-filled glare Beast Boy left him to lie unconsciously on the ground as he jogged over to Raven, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Dislocated?" he asked immediately, reaching for the arm she cradled. She nodded, and without hesitation he positioned his hands along her back and her shoulder, being careful not to aggravate the open gashes. "Ready?" She nodded again and with a quick push he snapped her shoulder back into place. She groaned at the nauseating feeling, even as her powers began to quickly mend the torn tissue. Her knees buckled under her yet again and Beast Boy quickly caught her in his arms.

"The girl," she said quickly, pushing him away and turning towards the victim. His touch was aggravating to her nerves, and she didn't need a racing pulse to add to her discomfort. "She needs to go to the hospital."

"I can take her. You can't teleport in your condition-,"

"No," she interrupted. "I didn't have time to finish mending her ribs. She'll be sensitive to any sort of movement. Besides, you need to take him in," she added, jerking her head towards the motionless heap of a man. Beast Boy stared down at her, his lips set in a frown.

"We can call the others to take him in. I think it's best if you rest here and wait for back up."

"I'm fine," she replied, but counteracted her response with a grimace of pain. "I'm healing."

"Not fast enough," he said, and started walking towards the girl. "I'll call Star. She can help you and-,"

"Gar, she'll be in pain if you carry her."

"You and I both know cracked ribs are bearable."

"Stop it. Let me teleport her-,"

"No." He held out a hand to keep her from moving and she recoiled from it as if it were a hot poker. If Beast Boy noticed he didn't let it show. "I can see it in your face that you're about to pass out right now. Just rest."

"Garfield…"

"Rest, Rae. Just sit down."

"No!"

"Raven-,"

"You have no authority to tell me what to do, " she snapped, irritated with his commands. There was a weighted pause and then he let out a laugh; it was hollow and sarcastic and not at all happy.

"No," he agreed, wiping the sweat from his face and shrugging. "I guess I don't have that authority. But, then again, what you call authority is what I call being a concerned friend." He walked back to her and held her gaze, stopping himself just a few small steps away. "I guess we just have very different ways of treating our friends." The amount of sadness in his tone was more overwhelming than Adonis' sadistic rampage, and Raven felt lower than she ever had in her life.

Beast Boy let his words linger in the air before looking away and walking back towards Adonis. "Go ahead. Take her. I'll call in the cops and help them take this guy." He strode off without another word. Raven hated everything that had passed from her lips, so she opted for a silent response before returning to the girl and swiftly teleporting them both to the nearest hospital.

Before her darkness encased them, Raven saw Beast Boy staring at her from across the clearing, his expression unreadable, his emotions intangible. She looked down and held her breath, letting it go only when she was sure the shadows had claimed her and she was surrounded by nothing but black.