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Benefits of a Fetish	By : bootysweat27 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash Views: 6400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: BB's Get-Rich-Quick Scheme
- 2-Chapter 2: A Game of Cat and Mouse...
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The Benefits of a Fetish

A/N: Okay, this story is a request based one. You request it and I’ll write it—as long as it remains within certain parameters. One major parameter is that it must fit into one of the tags of which I have no moral objection. Though, I don’t think you’ll be too hardpressed to get what you want. The other parameters are at the end of the fic.

Prologue: BB’s Get-Rich-Quick Scheme

The Titan’s Tower common room was silent. The only one standing there was a thoroughly mortified boy wonder named Robin. He sighed as he debated with himself over whether to hit the emergency call button or not. His hand was hovering mere inches from it’s shiny, red surface but he couldn’t decide whether he really wanted to close those last millimeters.

You may be wondering as to the cause of his distress and indecision. This is a very logical concern as it is integral to the storyline and I have yet to tell you. The city council had made the recent decision to cut down on the funding for the Titans due to a recent decrease in the city’s crime rate.

“Stupid bastards completely ignore the fact that we’re the reason it’s so low…”

This, however, is only a fraction of his distress. The rest centered around the difficulty he had with the idea of admitting failure. With the loss of funds, he’d been left with two choices. He could either ask Bruce for some help or call a meeting and inform the others of this as well as the fact that they’d have to get dayjobs because of it.

The first choice flew out the window long before the team had even been formed. One rarely calls for the help of somebody who one had given a black eye the last time one had seen them.

This left the Titan leader with one alternative. He, as well as the other members, would have to get jobs.

Finally, deciding that there was absolutely no alternate recourse, he jammed his hand down on the button. In an instant, Raven had appeared in the room through the aid of her teleportation powers. Starfire and Beast Boy joined shortly after from the hall leading to the team’s quarters and Cyborg was the last to arrive, wiping some oil from his hands.

As Cyborg entered and ran towards the main computer terminal, he was stopped in his tracks by a single gesture from his leader.

Starfire was somewhat nervous and made this fact known very openly. “What is the problem Robin? Who is the bad person that is harming the city?”

Robin sighed defeatedly. “Nobody Star…that’s not why I called you all here.”

Raven instantly became agitated. “Then why, might I ask, did you feel it necessary to interrupt my meditation?”

Robin steeled his shoulders and gave the team one of his looks that makes his feelings of self-importance quite obvious.

“There has been some recent legislation passed by the city council that I feel may concern you all.”

Cyborg’s eyes shot open. “I did not kill that hooker!”

There was complete silence as everybody stared at the metallic teen in shock.

Beast Boy was the first to speak. “Umm…this has nothing to do with that highly racist turn of events, does it Rob?”

Robin shook his head. “No it doesn’t. The fact that Cyborg is a horrible role model for the African American community of the city does not concern the council.”

“Then, friend, what is the problem?”

“They’ve greatly cut down on our funding…if we want to continue to live in anything near the comfort we’re accustomed, we’ll have to get day jobs.”

This sent a shocked silence over the entire room, only broken by a nearly silent gasp from the rarely silent alian princess.

Beast Boy looked around at the hopeless looks on his friends’ faces. It was obvious why they all felt that way too. Robin would probably be able to find a job, no problem. The same really goes for Raven and Cyborg, but neither of them would be quick to believe that as they have very low self-esteems. Starfire, on the other hand entirely, would be very hard-pressed to find a job. Not many people would want to hire a Cyborg, half-demon or alian, but nobody would want to hire an alian with such a small understanding of the local culture.

Finally, he decided to make a small idea he’d had for some time now be known. He stepped forward and lifted his arms so the others would notice him. They did and he soon had full attention on him.

“You got an idea lil’ buddy?” Cyborg asked hopefully.

Beast Boy nodded. “Yeah.” He looked around the room, letting his eyes fall on Raven. “Raven already knows this, but I have this major thing for having my head messed with when I’m…umm…y’know.”

“But I do not friend!” Starfire nearly shouted. “Please explain further!”

It took everything he had not to send her a hateful glare.

“When having sex, Star,” he finally conceded after a lengthy internal debate.

Starfire nodded in understanding. “Thank you friend. Continue with your plan.”

The changeling was slightly startled to find that she wasn’t bothered by the blatent involvement of sex in his plan, but shrugged it off as some sort of alian thing.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I was thinking I could, y’know, kinda’ just…perform a service for the people of the city with similar…interests.”

Starfire and Cyborg nodded in understanding and eager agreement. Anything that meant they might not have to look for a job would have made them happy at this point.

Robin, for his part, was somewhat uncertain but it was Raven’s reaction that was the most shocking. In fact, it was the only one with any shock value whatsoever.

“No,” she said simply, a totally certain look on her face.

“Rae—“

“You can’t,” she interrupted. “You have no idea what kind of freaks are out there—and you’re planning on giving them control over you!”

The green lad gave her a nervous grin. “Yeah…I know that—but I wasn’t just gonna’ run off without any…y’know…protection.”

“So, ultimately,” Raven started, narrowing her eyes, “This little plan of yours depends on my cooperation.”

Having decided that the submissive approach so totally wasn’t working, Beast Boy decided to take the offensive method.

He returned her glare quite easily and tensed his muscles. It was a strange transformation. He didn’t actually change, but he seemed to grow slightly. Raven actually backed up imperceptibly when she saw it.

“Listen Raven!” he grinded out through slightly clenched teeth. “This team needs the money and it’s not like you don’t have my entire brain mapped out from—“

His mouth was suddenly covered by a film of dark energy. Raven, her face now totally blank said three words before teleporting herself and the gagged boy out of the room.

“Fine. I’ll help.”

When the two were gone, the remaining teens exchanged confused glances.

Finally, Cyborg cleared his throat and spoke. “So…please tell me I’m not alone in confusion land.”

Robin gave him a sympathetic half-smile. “You aren’t…but if it helps, I’m all for it.”

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It was much later that night that the dark girl and her green friend emerged from Raven’s room. Beast Boy looked a little worse-for-ware, but didn’t seem altogether too damaged. Raven, for her part, was totally fine.

Robin stood up as the two entered the room. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a groan from the changeling who quickly flopped down on the couch and promptly passed out.

After blinking repeatedly, Robin was finally able to gather himself and speak. “What happened to him?”

Raven walked past him, seeming as if to ignore him and sat down on the couch, laying an oddly comforting hand on the green boy’s back.

“I placed a magical probe in his mind—he’ll need it for what he’s planning.”

Cyborg looked over at her, his only eyebrow lifted slightly. “Which is?”

Raven let out a sigh.

“Beast Boy gains a large amount of sexual pleasure from having his mind altered or his body manipulated by outside forces.”

Cyborg gave her a noteably startled look. “You mean he’s one of those mc weirdos?”

Raven pursed her lips before answering. “You could put it that way…”

Robin suddenly spoke up, his chin cupped in his palm. “So, you’re telling me that our financial future is in the hands of any number of people who get off on controlling others?” He walked closer to her. “How can we be certain that they’d even pay us?”

Raven was about to answer when Beast Boy spoke up weakly.

“The mind-probe-thingy…it, like, cancels out all forms of mind control under certain circumstances.”

Raven nodded. “He’s right.” She let out a barely audible chuckle. “The basic idea is that he can’t be controlled unless I allow it.”

“Damn…” Cyborg breathed out. “I always knew he was messed up but—“

“Still awake over here…”

“Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

This entire time, Starfire had been listening from the background but chose this moment to finally speak up.

“So,” she began hesitantly, “Our friend shall be bringing the Earth currency into our home while gaining sexual pleasure. Is that not the prostitution which I seem to remember is highly frowned upon on this planet.”

Robin had been paying very close attention to every word she said. If asked, he’d have insisted that it was just so he didn’t miss something and say something wrong, but everybody knew it was so he’d have an excuse to stare at the girl.

“You’re right Star,” the boy wonder finally conceded. “But, this city seems to have no problem with us breaking the law…for whatever reason, so who really cares?”

“Amen to that!” shouted Cyborg who was now forcing himself to be very, very supportive.

With that falsely confident exclamation, the team had determined how they’d be funding their lives. The only issue was getting the news out.

A/N: Okay, I’m really sorry I haven’t done…anything in a really long time and that I haven’t finished “Dark Side,” but I just lost interest in that. I may continue eventually, but for now, I’m gonna’ do this. It’ll ultimately be a series of interconnected 1shot lemon things. This, however, calls for the aid of the readers.

Anybody who likes this idea can send in client requests. Please start out with characters from the show—primarily villains as they’ll be the most enjoyable for me to write. If you make a request, which I ask as many people as possible to do, you gotta’ answer the following questions.

Who is the client?
In what way are they planning on controlling BB’s mind/body?
For how long do you want them to hire him? This must be in a number of hours. But, if you say it in days or weeks, I’ll just do the math, so don’t worry.
You are also free to make any particular suggestions you want to. Customize your request as you please, but try not to write it yourself.

No requests ignoring the mc thing will be accepted. It is the primary focus of this story and everything else will be taking back seat…or passenger side seat at best. If you’re confused as to why I’m doing this, feel free to ask. I will not hesitate to respond. I actually like telling this story.

Thanks in advance to anybody who makes a request. I won’t continue until I get at least one..

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