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Benefits of a Fetish	By : bootysweat27 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash Views: 6401 -:- 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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Benefits of a Fetish

A/N: My deepest apologies for the inexcusably long wait. At first, all was going well, then I ran into a burst of writer’s block, then I couldn’t decide whether I should make it longer or end it where it was, then…I had to write this note as well as the one at the bottom. Plus, look at how long it is! If she who requested this pairing doesn’t approve, please say so and I will add to it, but I don’t think you’ll be horridly upset with the results.

Chapter 1: A Game of Cat and Mouse Where the Cat Fucks the Mouse

“Hey Cy!” the changeling shouted from pretty much an inch from mentioned cyborg’s ear.

With an effeminate screech quite unbefitting of such a powerful looking man, Cyborg leapt nearly halfway across the room. When he’d regained control of his cybernetic heart; a rather simple task seeing as how it’s all cybernetic and crap, he stood and dusted himself off. “Yes BB?” he asked in a carefully controlled tone of voice. “How may I help you?”

Beast Boy, currently clad in a rather spiffy three-pieced suit if he did say so himself—and he did, at great length—cleared his throat very importantly. “You got the programming done for my blog yet?”

Cyborg’s mood took a complete 360 upon hearing that and he returned to the computer he’d previously been working on. “Just about man; I got that little banner you and Star worked on—“

“Beast Boy the Bitch Boy One-Man Mind Slave Prostitution Service,” Raven quoted from the sofa, actually chuckling a bit. “At least it’s fitting…Bitch Boy.”

Beast Boy pursed his lips as he pointedly ignored the comment. “Please continue Cyborg…my spiffy three-pieced suit commands it!” The second portion of that was emphasized by a rather Napoleonic pose from the historically accurately short yet historically inaccurately green boy[1].

Cyborg rolled his one good eye. “Alright then. I’m currently working on the portion that has all your photos of yourself being all hypno…y and crap.” Cyborg peered at the boy with a slightly disturbed expression on his face. “So, just outta’ curiosity, why do you have so many pictures like that…and why are they so convincing?”

“The most convincing acts often have a hint of truth to them” Raven interjected cryptically.

Cyborg stared at her, having some slight idea of what she meant, but absolutely refusing to accept such a possibility at this time. “Anyways!” he shouted, looking at his little, green buddy to save him with a change in subject.

Beast Boy, racking his brain for only a moment, began to throw out the first idea that came to mind. “Umm…you got the…umm…blog summary written up?”

Cyborg, now quite relieved, nodded enthusiastically. “100-percent lil’ buddy. You wanna’ take a look at it real quick?”

Beast Boy shrugged then stepped up next to the metal man as the screen moved back to the main page. He quickly ran his eyes over the text on the screen and, as he reached the end, grinned broadly.

“Ever developed some form of hypnotic device or chemical but been too nervous of the repercussions to actually try it out? Well, fear no more as you now have somebody willing to experiment right along with you!” Beast Boy read aloud after his initial skimming. “Or, perhaps you’re a villain recently brought down by the Teen Titans and would like to take it out on somebody? Well, now you can!” His grin grew even wider as he read that part. “Just send me, the almighty and awesomerific Beast Boy a quick little message and I’ll see if I can schedule you for an appointment.” He skimmed over the, in his opinion, totally boring business specific information then stopped on the final sentence, nearly bursting with joy at how clever he’d been to think it up.

Along with Cyborg and Raven, both of whom had been forced to memorize the limerick, he read aloud once more.

“But remember, I won’t do anything for you until you make me want to.”

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“Any appointments yet?”

“Not yet!”

Pause.

“How about now?”

“Still nothing!”

Pause.

“Any yet?”

“No man! None yet!” Cyborg dragged his hand down his face before continuing. “Listen man; the chances of there being an appointment less than twenty-four hours after the upload time of the blog is near to none.”

As if out of pure spite for the cybernetic teen, there was a very melodic beep from the computer. He turned and clicked on the link to the message that had just appeared.

“Cy?”

With a sigh, he replied. “Yes Beast Boy?”

“Any appointments yet?” the green teen asked from two inches away, a condescending grin on his face.

Resisting the urge to utterly destroy what the boy referred to as his perfect face, Cyborg answered through clenched teeth. “You have exactly one request. Feel free to take a look at it.”

Beast Boy shrugged and took the metal man’s seat after he’d stomped away in a huff. “PrettyKitty?” he read aloud. “Probably a gay dude.” As he read over the message, however, he was forced to change his mind.

“OMG! do u do roleplay? w/e! set me up!!! im fre tmoorrw!”

“Tmoorw? What the hell is tmoorw?” Quickly switching over to the tower’s word program, he typed the word in and was relieved to find that it autocorrected for him.

“Oh!” he exclaimed gleefully. “Tomorrow! I’m free then too!”

He now knew that it was a teenage girl who was quite fond of instant messaging. If hse’d been a gay dude, her…ahem…his grammar and spelling would have been so much better.

Clicking on her site name, he was able to find her email address, which was the same just with an @yahoo.com tacked onto the end.

“Cool!” he shouted as he sent her a brief email as a response. “I’m free tomorrow too. How’s noon?”

In under a minute, he had his reply.

“noon s gret!!!!!!!!1!!!!!”

“Gret?”

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“How do you mix this guy up with a teenage girl?” Raven asked incredulously as Killer Moth stepped into the front hall of Titan’s Tower.

Beast Boy stared in disbelief. “But…I could have sworn…”

Cyborg, being the only one with any manners, stepped forward and stuck out a hand for Killer Moth to shake. The supervillain accepted graciously as, although he is all super evil and stuff, he still has some social graces.

Beast Boy, gathering himself stepped forward, spiffy three-pieced suit still in place. “So, would you be our client for the day?” he asked, plastering on a large fake grin.

Killer Moth shook his head in the negative with a colloquial little chuckle. “Oh no, I’m just her father.”

At those words, a notably more mature looking Kitten popped out from behind him and stepped towards Beast Boy who took a step backwards in shock. Calming himself, he smiled invitingly at her and held out a hand.

“Even though you helped the Brotherhood of Evil try to kill us,” he began, smile never fading, “It’s still very nice to see that you’re doing well. You probably already know this, but I’m Beast Boy and I’ll be your mind whore for the day.”

Raven, rolling her eyes, stepped forward and handed Kitten a very small stack of papers. “Please fill this contract out as best you can and have the one who handles the money sign on the bottom of the second page.” Raven, her completely monotonous act of politeness totally out of the way, gestured dully towards some seats then returned to her post slightly behind Beast Boy’s newly installed desk.

He was quickly joined by a very pleased looking Beast Boy. “So, Rae; what’cha think?”

“I think you’re an imbecile.”

“About this I mean,” he continued, not at all affected b the insult.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the dark girl said through slightly grit teeth, “I think that you’re a complete imbecile.”

The spiffily dressed green boy let out a sigh before sitting down on his desk(that’s right; not at; on). “Listen Raven, I don’t see what your problem is with this. Nothing can go wrong. You can make sure of that.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take this job and I’ll reconsider,” the boy insisted, flippantly.

Raven, her eyes boring into his and her tone perfectly flat, answered, “Does the fact that she helped the Brotherhood of Evil count for anything with you?”

Everything was still, the silence only broken by the occasional whispers from Kitten to her father on how to answer one question or another.

“Give me one more and I’ll reconsider.”

A vein began to throb on Raven’s forehead as a nearby potted plant burst into dark flames. Calming slightly, she spoke in return. “Give me three good reasons why I should let you do this and I won’t erase all your memories of this stupid plan right here and now.”

Turnabout’s a bitch.

But, Beast Boy didn’t care about that fact. He stared the girl down rebelliously. “Firstly, we need the money and you guys made it pretty damned obvious that you weren’t looking forward to getting jobs.”

Raven’s certainty began to wane, but she retained her self-assured expression.

“Secondly, Kitten has shown absolutely no ill will towards any of us since arriving and I’m pretty sure that you noticed just as well as the rest of us the lack of crimes committed by either her or her father since the fall of the brotherhood.”

Raven’s expression began to falter at this point.

“And finally, if I keep coming to you for all my fetish fulfillment needs, people’ll start to think that we’ve got something going on.”

That got her.

“Fine,” she relented. She stood up and made for the door. “Just remember that I actually kept my word Mr. One-reason-why-I-shouldn’t-and-I’ll-reconsider.”

That, even though it was far from her best insult actually had close to the greatest effect on the boy as he knew she was 100-percent right.

“Ouch,” came a slightly grating female voice. “Is she always like that?”

Beast Boy spun around to find Kitten staring at the spot where Raven had previously been. Before he could give her any kind of real response, she shook her head and shoved the contract into his hands.

“There ya’ go,” she said, popping a cube of double bubble into her mouth. “Can we start now?”

“And to think,” the green boy mumbled, skimming over the contract, “I was actually defending you.”

He nodded a few times as he went over the pertinent information then signed his own name onto the contract, followed by Cyborg and a mystical force inscribing Raven’s.

“Looks like everything’s in order,” Cyborg said, taking his turn with the document. “It seems that you, Kitten Moth, will have Beast Boy’s services for twenty-four hours and will be controlling him via…insect pheramones?”

Kitten nodded her head, pulling out a stack of photos. “And, I don’t think we’ll be paying for this.”

The two male Titans in the room gave her identical looks of almost bored disbelief. In response, she flipped a bunch of pictures in their faces. Beast Boy looked over them and began to laugh laouder and harder with each that he saw.

“Dude!” he finally shouted, having apparently alighted upon a particularly interesting shot. “I remember when this was taken! Star fed me one of her weird alien foods and I was all, like, brain-slavey for a week! It’s what really got me into it!”

Kitten and her father, who had joined her at the desk only a few moments ago, were staring in disbelief.

“You mean to tell me that absolutely none of those bother you?”

“Of course they don’t!” the green teen shouted. “Show ‘em to whoever you want! Nobody cares what I do! I’m already the freak of he team as it is.” He had seemed ever so slightly bitter towards the end of his short rant, but recovered quickly.

“Full charge,” both he and Cyborg stated in unison.

Letting out a sigh, Killer Moth drew out a credit card and handed it to Cyborg who, whistling merrily, swiped it through a slot on his hip.

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Beast Boy was placed on a medical table in Killer Moth’s laboratory and a massive machine that looked almost like a James Bond movie ray gun was pointed at his head.

“What now?” he asked agitatedly. “More threats? How many times do I have to say it? I won’t do anything for you unless you make me want to!”

“Oh, you will,” Killer Moth chuckled, lowering some goggles over his eyes. “You will.”

The machine began to vibrate in a way that seemed almost painful. After a bit, some steam began to emit from random cracks and, with a harsh smack to the side of the device by the mad geneticist himself, it suddenly stopped.

“What the hell was—“

He never got to finish as a burst of what looked almost like gaseous diarrhea was sprayed into his face. His pupils shrunk to near pinpricks and a stupid grin took it’s rightful place beneath his nose.

“Oh Kitten dearest!” Killer Moth shouted up the basement stairs. “He’s done!”

And with that, Kitten’s twenty-four hours had begun.

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Kitten was virtually jumping for joy as she led a silently smiling Beast Boy into her room. “We’re gonna’ have so much fun!” she shouted, running over to her dresser and rummaging through. “We can watch “The Breakfast Club,” gorge on chocolates, play Twister, parade you in front of all my friends—“

Her joy only grew as she found what she had been looking for. She pulled it, almost reverently from the drawer and held it close to her heart. “But, we probably won’t have enough time for most of that…how good are you at acting?”

“Sure…”

“Huh?”

“Sure…why not?”

“Wait—what?”

“Your hair’s pretty.”

Kitten squeeled with joy as she heard this compliment. The fact that it sounded like a two-year-old had said it didn’t change the fact; she took great pride in her golden locks. Calming her excitement to only slightly explosive, she spun around and held out what she’d been holding.

“Beast Boy,” she said in a very self-important tone, “Put this on!”

Beast Boy smiled as he took the clothing from the ecstatic blond and began to pull the top over his head.

“No!” Kitten shouted, “You gotta’ take your own clothes off first! You’ll be all lumpy if you don’t!”

Wasting no more than the ten seconds it took his mind to determine what those words meant, he threw the uniform to the floor and began to work his own shirt off in, what Kitten was certain, must have been the least arousing way possible.

She couldn’t help but giggle hysterically, however, as he got stuck in the shirt, not yet having removed his gloves.

Her giggling was far less hysterical when he repeated the process with his pants and boots. She took some consolation in the fact that he hadn’t been wearing anything underneath and was adequately well endowed.

It took nearly half an hour for him to fully disrobe, Kitten constantly having to aid him as he went, but he eventually finished the process and was standing nude and proud in all his brainless, green glory.

“Okay,” Kitten mumbled after staring at him for about a minute, “I’m bored. Put the other clothes on now.”

The boy nodded just the tiniest bit as he reached for the neon green tights and sat down to slide them on in a simpler fashion. He started giggling uncontrollably for reasons that Kitten could only guess, but he continued to dress himself, yanking the shirt over his head.

To Kitten’s great relief, it was only ten minutes before the green boy was fully clothed and bore a striking resemblance to a terribly ill Boy Wonder.

“It must be the cute face, but you almost look better than the real thing,” Kitten mused quietly. “This is gonna’ be fun!”

She then stepped up to the boy and placed an arm over his shoulder. “Okay, here’s what I want you to do…”

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Beast Boy ran in through Kitten’s bedroom door, yanked the waist of his tights down and leapt on top of her, screaming something resembling “Stars and stripes forever!”

Kitten stared in horror at the boy who was vigorously humping her leg.

“Not quite what I’d been expecting…let’s try this again.”

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Beast Boy stepped into Kitten’s room, turning to the left with a flourish then spoke his repeatedly rehearsed line.

“No…Starfire…candy…cheetos!”

“So not what we rehearsed!”

“But…I like cheetos…”

“Are you frowning? You aren’t supposed to frown!”

“I’m so fucking green!”

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The green teen performed a highly complex tap dance straight across Kitten’s carpet then bowed before her at the side of the bed.

“That was just confusing,” the girl mumbled. “I didn’t know until this very moment that it was possible to mix romantic and idiotic.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“If only the answer were that simple….”

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Beast Boy, his face looking almost serious, stupid grin aside, stepped dramatically into the room and began his speech.

“People of Jump City, California, I, Robin of the Teen Titans, have come to realize that Starfire is not the right girl for me.” There was a dramatic pause, only interrupted by Kitten’s sigh of relief. “So,” the boy continued dramatically, “I have decided that I need a new love in my life!”

“He’s actually doing it right!” Kitten whispered excitedly.

“That is why I have decided to go out with Kitten!” He then turned around and leapt on top of the girl and pressed his lips to hers in a vigorous kiss which the girl in question eagerly returned.

Pulling away, Kitten let out a nearly silent “I love you too, Robey—what is that smell?”

“I made a Poopy!”

“Damn you! Damn you to hell!”

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With the same stupid grin as had adorned his face all day, Beast Boy stepped up to Kitten’s dresser.

“People of Jump City, California, I, Robin of the Teen Titans, have come to realize that Starfire is not the right girl for me.”

There was a lengthy pause as Kitten stared on excitedly, hoping that he’d actually do it right this time. “So far, so good,” was all Kitten had to say on the topic.

“So,” the boy continued dramatically, “I have decided that I need a new love in my life!”

“Yes…”

“That is why—“

“Yes?”

“—I have decided to go out with—“

“Yes!”

“—Slade! He’s so freaking dreamy!”

“YES!” Kitten shouted, leaping for joy. Then, once she realized what word she’d actually heard, a stunned silence fell over the room. “You…son…of a bitch…” she growled, standing up slowly.

With a sound closely resembling a warning growl from a tigress of the African savanna, she leapt at the boy in a rage uncomparable to any known by mankind.

Before the boy could even react—a task made easier by the fact that it would likely have taken him at least a full minute to do so—he was tackled to the ground by a viciously fuming Kitten. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“You’re supposed to be my love slave; not some sort of retard!”

“Patent pending!”

Kitten then, her last bit of patience drained, pulled her hand back and gave te boy a harsh slap against the face. His head jerked to the side, putting up no resistance to the force exerted by the strike. All was silent as they remained in that position, Kitten slightly startled at her actions and Beast Boy seeming totally unphased.

Slowly, his head turned back to point straight at her and she could see the red mark on his cheek clearly, right alongside the yet unfading grin on his face.

“Didn’t that hurt?”

“I love you too, mommy.”

Other than being quite disturbed by the fact that he had called her mommy, Kitten was noticeably aroused. She’d just struck the boy with enough force to leave a longterm bruise and he was still smiling broadly.

A sadistic grin spread across her face. “Oh…the possibilities…”

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“I’ve been a baaaaaaaad cucumber,” Beast Boy said as rehearsed, tied down to Kitten’s bed, face down, totally nude and rump up in the air.

“Close enough,” Kitten sighed as she climbed up behind him, wooden spoon in hand. “I’m going to give you ten swats for being such a crappy actor then you’re gonna’ lick me until I cum, got it?”

“Why is the sky blue?”

“For the same reason that your ass is about to be,” Kitten replied offhandedly, taking a moment, after which, to pat herself on the back for coming up with such a clever retort.

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A/N: Well, that’s it. Once again, if you want it to be continued, I’ll be more than happy to, I just couldn’t stand keeping you all waiting any longer and kinda’ felt like this was a fun ending point; leaving the real fun to the imagination, y’know?

Look at it this way. I gave you a really good starting image to take off from when you need to find an image to fap to before sleepy time.

Now that I have posted this, I hope you all are a little bit more willing to make requests. When making your request, however, just remember BB's business logo!

I won't do anything for you until you make me want to!

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