A/N:

Beast Boy = Beastie

Robin = Robyn

Raven = Crow

Starfire = Starbolt.

Cyborg, Kid Flash, Bumblebee, and Terra are all normal.

I own nothing...but the plot.

Chapter 11

It had started out as harmless pranks almost. Things like... trying to put sugar in his tea when his back was turned. Irritating at best is what it should have been but Crow had a surprisingly different take on the situation which was astonishing even to him. When he refused to leave his cup after what seemed like almost a work week, she had the brilliant idea to stick it in the kettle!

'Trying to get crafty, eh, Beastie?' He'd spoken in her mind; his telepathic voice held more amusement than his physical one ever had. It delighted him to no end to use it on her now knowing the "weird new power", as she referred to it, got under her skin in more ways than one.

Then there was adding extra condiments to his food...in front of the others. As entertaining as her actions had been, that put them in strange unfamiliar territory with one another. This little quarry of theirs had just been between the two of them and the tiny imp had abruptly made it public when she slathered a garlic paste on his roll without his asking. There had been many confused looks on their faces as he glared at Beastie in her smug eyes and chomped off a bite of his bread roll - new and improved! Crow had worked hard to keep his face straight as flavor burst from the normally bland food save the small amount of butter he applied prior. Do you know how hard it was to keep up an angry façade when food tasted that scrumptious and it was supposed to be because of the one you were pretending to be mad at?

And for the record, it was starting to affect him. The half-demon stared intently at the screen, book in his lap forgotten, hands itching to try and participate in Cy and B's silly game tournaments. He successfully forced down the repulsive impulse and floated to his room like nothing happened. It wasn't just him wanting to give in to 'normal' friendly activities either.

When he'd eat too much sugar, courtesy of the green sprite frolicking around during meal time, he slept longer... as in overslept and tended to wake in a foul mood the following day leading to the higher possibility of a lashing out. Anything salty made him feel easily startled or excited and deep-fried foods had the Prince of Darkness so lonely it could be borderline depressed. He was never one to seek out comfort in the company of others so that side effect was weird. Tangy Acid or sour flavors and he tended to be up for days. Beastie had pointed that one out, where he thought it had no effect. She shook her head and kindly informed him of her observations. The next opportunity she deemed safe to give it to him, Crow found she had been right. He didn't feel jittery but he definitely couldn't sleep.

Her favorite thing to add to his food, however, was spicy. Having gone grocery shopping with Robyn, Beastie filled a whole shelf with hot sauces and a drawer in the refrigerator with peppers. It didn't take him long to catch on that the Titans were encouraging her, not daring to actually do it themselves, but it seemed they found his changing moods being beyond his control as humorous as she did.

She learned to cook curry! That was his own fault. After he took the first bite, he smiled and he couldn't wipe the damn thing off his face so he just stopped eating and went to his room. An hour later she'd placed a freshly heated bowl in his room with a note that said 'Guess you like Indian?' Later she figured out it wasn't just Indian, it was spicy. The damn vixen was more intelligent than he originally gave her credit for. There was something about his tongue being on fire, his nostrils almost running that was just so heavenly to him, so unbelievably joyous. So addictive.

And that wasn't the only side effect. Spicy made Beastie appear much more enticing after indulging in the treat. The blue-haired man must have been staring at her ass as if it was a meal that he was going to tear up because Starbolt quietly called him out on it, amused at his newfound behavior. He'd immediately gone to his room after; he needed to get a grip.

The annoying alien saw fit to follow him, down the hall, at least.

"I am thinking that I am right." He declared into the darkness and to Crow's retreating back. His inquisitive tone hindered on humorous stopping the pale man in mid-stride.

"What could you possibly be right about?" Crow sneered. The audacity of this imbecile.

"Oh, my friend, you know," he flew in front of him, hovering a few inches above his head. A move Crow found he didn't like at all.

"The potentialing of a coupling between you two. Because you find her physical assets more than appealing." The air of smugness seemed to grow around the golden alien's fat head as his two index fingers connected. He shrugged and continued, "Friend Beastie is a fetching creature, after all."

The whimsical fool began to fly down the hall to Robyn's room before coming back at a neck-breaking speed. "Don't worry, my only interest is in our leader."

That! That insinuation sparked something in him. It caused him to growl out, eyeing his teammate up and down, "As if I'd ever have to worry about the likes of you."

Starbolt simply seemed to bask in amusement though, "Yes, this is also true. Our friend's attentions seems only on you, does it not?" Cocking his head to the side, the alien smirked before flying away.

'Who the hell does that idiot think he is?'

A/N:

This was kind of where an innovative idea merged with the main story. Shout out to Golem XIV's Demons Like it Hot because that's where this idea was concieved.

Hope you enjoyed!