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Raven's Inferno	By : Topkat Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 10947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but it you wish to sue, be my guest ;)
Warnings!: OOC-ness, naughty stuff, and a bit of fluff, if you are squinting…
AN: Well, here we go again, another little thing over Slade and Raven’s weird relationship, no big story here, just letting things flow…

The marks we leave.
Raven was on her way down to her favorite café for some much needed no-titan-time. Right now, she didn’t know what was worse: the crappy day she had had, or the other titans’ unwanted concern. The night was still young though, and the sorceress was looking forward to listening to some of the dark poetry she knew would be read at the café. It had been awhile since she had had the opportunity to listen and the thought of sitting in her corner, simply letting the intense words float into her mind while she sipped her tea made the lithe teen go from walking to flying around the block, picking up speed. Unfortunately, her speed also made it impossible to avoid the sladebots that stepped out from an alley and jumped the heroine.
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Slade looked up from the small wiring and connectors he was working on, setting his eye on the bots that were entering the room, carrying a struggling Raven.
“So nice of you to accept my invitation, my dear little Gem,”
The villain smirked as the titan was shoved toward him. Her glare could make one or two hells freeze over, and his eye glittered with glee.
“Have you lost your mind? What makes you think you can just have me brought to you as you please?”
The petite young woman was fuming with rage as she took a couple of steps towards the large man, who merely turned in his chair and stood up, towering over her, physically larger than her in height and build, smirking in a predatory way.
“Because I can,”
He purred while removing his mask and placing it on his worktable.
“Now, be a good girl, and come here.”
His voice crept like velvet toward her as he reached for her. Raven, of course, hissed and slapped his hand away, making him chuckle. Capturing her arm with lightning speed, the fighter dragged her close and grasped her jaw in an iron hold while pulling her down with him into his chair to sit in his lap. Dark energy oozed from her, sweeping over him with no effect. A small work lamp at the table turned black, then crumbled to dust.
“Rattled up, are we? I like that,”
He taunted, before claiming the teen’s soft pink lips in a hungry kiss, the ring of Azar effectively protecting him against any magic the purple haired sorceress could cast at him. The delicate, curvy form in his arms shivered, and a small sound came from her, almost a whimper.
He began to run his rough hands over her, letting them rediscover the teen’s silky skin and soft shapes, things his mind had memorized to perfection. Things that he had found it hard to stay away from. He had tried, for awhile, not caring for the way the lithe sorceress seemed to invade his every thought, but after having taken several missions around the world, leaving Jump City for weeks, the madman had seen his own foolishness. He started to take off her cloak and belt, never letting go of the lips that had haunted his dreams, waking him up at night, only to disappear like mist as soon as he opened his eye. Of course he couldn’t stay away, why would he? She belonged to him. Even if she kicked and hissed at him, she was his to have, and if he wanted to think of her small moans and pearly skin, or of the way she shivered when he nipped at it, he damn well would. The large man pulled at the titan’s leotard, baring her upper body and nipped at her fine collarbone. He would have her brought to his lair, strip her down and have his fun, messing with her head, making her pant and scream his name in need, then kick her out, only to do it all again when he felt like it. He was in control here, and the fact that he had to practically use a mental sledgehammer to get her to submit only made it sweeter.
“I can do whatever I want, little one, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
His voice was a low, husky purr, and the villain started to run his thumb over her nipple, making it perk. She seemed to crumble and become smaller in his grip. The villain hummed appreciatively at her supposed submission.
Then she slapped him.
It wasn’t a hard punch, not that any of the teen’s hits ever were to someone of Slade’s build, but normally she would use fists or try to kick him, seriously trying to harm him. But not now. Now the heroine just let her open hands slap down on his shoulders and chest in a harmless patter, sobbing and crying. Truly surprised, the man withdrew, his hands at her hips as the girl continued to break down in his lap.
This was so unlike her, so unlike the way they normally played. Sure, they went roughly, but he never really forced her. He would be pressing her, hunting her, and she would be pushing him away, until she gave in reluctantly. The ability to awaken her desire and lust, despite her dislike of him and the fact that they were enemies, was one of the things that made Raven so attractive to the villain. Just using brute force to get sex wasn’t his style; his ego would never allow it.
The sounds that came from the young girl made Slade think of a small animal in deep pain; her attempts to suppress them failed miserably. Even though she bit down hard on her bottom lip, the tears wouldn’t stop falling. The dark teen bowed her head and put up her arms, hiding her face, holding her underarms as a shield against the world, her hands at the back of her head. The black and blue imprints of larger palms on her slender wrists contrasted greatly to her pale pearly skin, making him frown.
At a loss, the villain just sat there, letting the titan cry. After a while, her sobs diminished, and the little woman leaned toward him, letting her arms slip down to her front and hiding her face in his broad chest instead. Tilting his head, the man looked down at her, wondering if it was safe to move or if it would cause another fit. When nothing happened, he slowly moved his hand from her hip, letting it travel up her back and around her neck to grip her delicate jaw. Lifting it up, he captured her purple orbs with his blue-gray one. The dark teen’s eyes were red, the tears had soaked her lashes and made them even darker than usual, her lips were swollen and adorably pink. The man couldn’t help but run his thumb over the bottom one. As she opened up, he smirked and dived in, claiming her mouth in a demanding kiss.
A strange sound came from the lithe sorceress, a thing between a sob and a laugh, and she dug her nails into his Kevlar shirt, scratching at his armor. Quickly, he let go of her and pulled it off before grabbing her wrists, easily covering the bruises there with his large hands. Pulling them to her side and backwards, the villain seized them behind her back in his left hand, holding them there while using his right to strip her of her remaining clothes. Raven trembled lightly, and struggled a little at his grip, but when he just held her wrists there without harming her, she sighed and leaned in, resting her head on his toned shoulder and letting him shift her around to straddle him.
Holding her wrists behind her back in one of his rough hands, he bent the nimble teen backwards and started to kiss and suck at her jaw. Going down to the girl’s neck and breasts, he left his marks, drawing circles on her curvy hip with a hand. Pulling her delicate wrists back and lifting her hips, the large man pressed her closer to him so he could nibble his way down the silky skin of her stomach, aiming for her soft purple curls. He let his tongue flicker over them, and as her shoulders touched the worktable, he let go of her wrists to lift her hips up more, spreading her legs. Raven’s small sobs and moans of pleasure urged him on as his tongue searched her folds, teasing her sensitive pearl. When she started to shiver and thrash, he put her down. Sliding his right arm up her back to her hair, grabbing it roughly, the man pulled her up to straddle him again. His iron hard fingers at her hip formed more marks as he pressed her down over him, filling her. The young woman whimpered with need as he made her ride him slowly.
Raven’s fingers dug down in the muscled arms that held her, controlling their pace and keeping it slow. She flexed her legs, twisting them around Slade's thighs, trying to take the control this position promised her, but to no avail. The man just smirked and hummed. She whimpered again with frustration. The sorceress’ mind was shaky, her feelings scattered and running around, desperately trying to retrieve their cloaks, which Raven’s breakdown had ripped off them. Right now, the only thing that was somewhat normal was Slade’s behavior. The way he took control, dominating her and simply going for what he wanted, without really caring whether she wanted him to or not, was so… Slade… that it made her reach out to him, using him as a holding point to regain her composure. The haze of lust and pleasure their meetings had brought her before was washing over her, and the scarlet-colored Lust got on her feet, surprisingly holding out a hand to both Wisdom and Timidity.
Things were starting to fall back into place and the lithe teen felt her passion grow, but so slowly that it was driving her mad. The villain’s hold around her small form was firm, and he brought her down on his thrusts agonizingly slowly, in a way that made flames lick over her mind in tiny tongues, only to fade again. She needed more, and she needed his help to get it. She knew that every attempt to press the man into picking up the speed physically would most likely make him slow down even more, and that wouldn’t do for what she had in mind.
Letting her small, petite hands slid up his arms, the titan gently let her right hand run through the villain’s unexpectedly soft white hair, while her left traveled down to play over the man’s defined abs, making him groan in surprise. She hadn’t taken the initiative in their encounters before, not that he gave her much opportunity, as he aimed for domination from start to finish. Her fine, soft frame shivered against his hard form as she leaned in and nuzzled her face into his neck, placing her delicate lips by his right ear.
“Please, Slade, I want it… I need it… Please fuck me, Slade…”
She tried, barely breathing the words in what the young woman hoped was her most seductive voice. The man froze, and for a short, terrifying moment, Raven thought he was going to laugh. Then the empath almost heard the villain’s iron will snap – and the rumble he made deep down in his throat – had Lust high-fiving the green cloaked Brave, while Timid dropped to her knees in dread.
The woman gasped as a strong, solid hand dug into her hip once more. Then she held on for dear life as he slammed her down on him, making her scream in pleasure, his other hand still tangled in her hair. Her left arm went around his powerfully built torso to seek a handhold and her fine fingers began to claw at his back. Her right hand made it around his head. Slade didn’t even notice as her nails scraped his face, just below his eye patch, drawing blood. Her knees came up, giving him all the control he so greatly wanted, and her back arched to meet him. The man’s desire had taken over, and it worked as fuel to the dark girl's inner fire, fueling the roaring monster that devoured them both as the teen let go of herself and simply let the man’s building orgasm drive her into her flames.
Who knew that falling could fell so heavenly.
Raven felt her center returning, and instinctively, the young sorceress checked the energy bond she had made to Jump City’s hydro-plant in the nearby harbor. It had held, although a couple of the turbines had overloaded, since they hadn’t been set to handle the massive energy stream her bond had fed them. Nobody had been hurt however, and the damages were easily made up for by the energy gained. Relieved, the titan let her head fall back. She was sitting on the floor, where Slade had let her slip when he had stood up from the chair. Right now he was putting on his clothes and picking up his armor, still the villain’s gaze never left her. She could feel his eye on her.
Silently, the tall man studied the petite form resting against his worktable. As he strapped on his armor and belt, he looked at her, taking in her soft curves and slim waist. The extraordinary sight of her purple locks, combined with her equally purple orbs and her pearly pale skin, made the girl stand out. Altogether, it made her a stunning beauty, but what really intrigued the villain was the glimpse of what was underneath. The complexity, the restrained personality, the power… Oh, how that power attracted him, being able to handle that power, to handle her, boosted his ego as he blithely overlooked the fact that without the ring of Azar, he would most likely be nothing more than a heap of ashes by now.
As the madman grabbed his mask, her blank, emotionless one already in place, she stood up and began to look for her things. Glancing one final time at the bruises that contrasted so clearly to her soft, pale skin, he turned. He knew from their previous fights and little meetings that the marks would be gone within a few hours, healed by her powers. A shame, as he would have loved to have her walk around with his marks all over her body. Drifting into the shadows, he left it to the titan to find her own way out. He hadn’t left anything she could use against him, and he had a few things to look into.
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In the cells of Jump City’s prison, there was a bit of commotion as one of the day's newcomers loudly and cheerfully told of his run-in with the Titans, especially emphasizing the way he got the blue-cloaked girl down;
“… I tell you, guys, when I smacked that little green kid out of the sky, the stupid witch turned to catch him and left herself wide open for me to run her over, it was sweet! I…,”
The gray-skinned biker was boasting like he wasn’t locked up in a jail cell, but hanging out in his favorite bar with his friends.
“Yeah, yeah, but you still ended up in here…,”
One of the other prisoners laughed. Rancid just threw his head back and gave a mocking laugh in return. Most of the people in here were the same crowd that hung out at his favorite bar anyway.
“Only because I decided that I needed some new candy for my bike. That dark girl fit just perfect, if you get my drift.”
The punk let one of his hands slide down to his hip, making an unmistakable gesture. A couple of the other inmates made a face, but most laughed with him.
“I almost got her, shame that piece of junk on feet got me with his cannon. Next time, though, the little vixen won’t be so lucky, or maybe she will…”
The tattooed man smirked cruelly as he remembered just how exciting it had felt to hold the lithe sorceress down, how soft she had felt as she had lain unconscious in his arms.
It really is a shame I didn’t have time to get that stupid swimsuit thing of her, I'll bet she has nice tits…
“Yeah, I think I’ll put my money on that bitch, as soon as I have her tamed, she’ll be the nicest little…”
The alarm going off interrupted the biker’s ramblings. Guards were running down the corridor, shouting orders and sounding on the brink of panic, much to the prisoner’s amusement. Entertainment was more than welcome for the lowlifes kept there, especially when it meant trouble for the hated guards. Barking and hooting came from the cells. And there was always the chance one of them could make an escape in the chaos…
Shots were ringing from the other hall, and the lights started to flicker, making the inmates step back in their cells and peep down. This seemed like there might be some serious business behind all the fuss, and no one in this place felt like being in more trouble than they already were. Only Rancid and a few of the stupider prisoners stayed at the bars. Then something like a shockwave washed over the place, and all became quiet.
“Muhahahaha, sounds like the fuckers got packed down and shipped out!”
Rancid’s voice echoed through the cold concrete building, but even he felt a little edgy at the loaded silence, and his laughter came out forced. Then the quiet was broken by a velvety voice. Soft, deep and dark, it crawled through the darkness up the biker’s spine and laced itself around his throat, making his breath hitch.
“Hello, Johnny.”
Slade really didn’t like others marking his things…
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A/N: So this was inspired by one of my friend’s older brother, who is a real badass. And by that, I mean a REALLY bad one! Not the wannabe kind with leather jackets, nasty language and too much free time, but the kind that everybody knows just by their first name, and who can scare the living shit out of people with just a look… There was this big guy, who started to hit his girlfriend, and my friend’s brother just walked up to the man, tapped him on the shoulder and said something along the lines of:
“If you do that again, I’ll drop by and ask you why”
That’s it, no yelling, no threats of bodily harm, but the man who had hit the girl paled and almost wet his pants. I'm still not too fond of him (read; scared as a mouse in front of a snake) but that was pretty cool, I think…
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