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The Life and Loves of Beast Boy	By : marichan Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Beast Boy/Robin Views: 7112 -:- 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.

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Starfire woke with a crick in her neck and a mutant silkworm larvae nudging her leg.
“Be gone, Silky,” she groaned, kicking at the worm. Why was she lying on her side? She always slept on her back. And it felt like she had her head angled up instead of down; no wonder her neck hurt. Silky trilled again rubbing against her calf. The alien opened her eyes reluctantly.
Robin was still in her bed. He lay on his side facing her, one hand extended towards her. His dark hair was falling in his face, but his expression was one of perfect contentment. It was an expression Star didn’t think she’d ever seen before. She blushed madly, marveling at her ability to crush like a schoolgirl even at this point. The alien bit back a delighted squeal for the sake of her sleeping lover. She had a lover! A lover!! L-O-V-E-R!!!

Silky whined desperately. With a sigh, Starfire sat up in bed.
“Yes Silky, I am coming.” The Tameranian slid carefully out of bed and then threw on a uniform. Robin slept on. He must have been exhausted from the various forms of training he had undergone yesterday, not to mention the physical pleasures they had shared.
“Dick?” She murmured, leaning over his shoulder.
“Mmnn?”
“I must walk Silky. Last night was magical, my love.”
“Mmnn.” Starfire pressed a kiss to his lips and was rewarded with a slight pucker, even in sleep. She smiled, raising her eyes to see the rising sun peeping in through the curtains. The alien felt her eyes drawn to her mirror, now reflecting Robin’s sleeping back. The new rays of light illuminated every welt and bruise laced across his back. Her mind awhirl, Starfire flew her pet worm down to the island surrounding Titan’s Tower.

While Silky did his business, Star carefully reviewed the events of the previous night. She and Robin had made love. They had made wonderful, passionate love after Robin had confessed his problem. Beast Boy had given him a session of training in punishment that had allowed Robin to confess his feelings and show his affection. But Star had attacked Beast Boy after interrupting Robin’s training session. And she had destroyed Beast Boy’s room. He probably still believed she was angry with him. She would have to make it up to the shapeshifter.

Cyborg popped into the garage before breakfast, checking on the new paint job he had applied to the T-car the night before. With their lifestyle, he repainted his car about once a week, but he still always checked the new paintjob first thing in the morning.
“My baby looks good as new!” He declared happily. Then he frowned. There was a dark shape lying against one of the doors in the back seat. What the hell?! He knew the T-car was spotless when he left it the night before. The mechanical teen tore open the door and a ragged green shape tumbled out of the vehicle.
“Don’t kill me!!” It screamed, throwing lean arms up in a pleading gesture. Then one green eye popped open. “Oh Cyborg, it’s you.” The shape turned out to be Beast Boy. The shapeshifter looked the worse for wear; dark bags under his eyes suggested that sleep had only been a passing fancy, his hair stuck up at every angle half of it looking ratty, the other wet and ratty, and what looked like dried soap clung to his bare back.
“BB? Dude, you look like shit.”
“I feel like shit,” the shapeshifter assured him, scratching his head. Unfolding his lean body, he stood up before shifting into a cat to stretch to a degree no human could ever manage.
“Why were you sleeping in the T-car?” Cyborg asked.
“I didn’t think anyone would look there,” the green teen answered cryptically, staggering towards the door.

In the hallway, they were met by Raven.
“Beast Boy? Well, I guess you survived. Did you know your bedroom door was torn open and about half of your room is . . . Well, gone?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I’m aware,” He groaned. Shit; Star had actually punched through the wall? Where was he going to sleep now? “I don’t care; I don’t care about anything but breakfast right now.” Beast Boy wandered towards the kitchen, still scratching various parts of his anatomy. Cyborg and Raven exchanged a baffled look.
“Uh . . . . . Don’t you want to go see what happened to your room?” Cyborg asked, catching up to Gar.
“No, I want food and a hot *uninterrupted* shower and clean clothes. And maybe a nap on the couch.” Gar growled.
“But someone blew up your bedroom,” Raven protested.
“I heard you the first time, Rae.” BB said, sliding open the door to the common room.
“Friend Beast Boy!!” Starfire cried gleefully. Beast Boy gave a wordless scream of terror, clutching at Cyborg. “Oh please, friend, do not be alarmed! Last night was a grave misunderstanding!”
“Mis-misunderstanding?!” Beast Boy squeaked, wrapped around the mechanical teen’s neck.
“Last night?” Raven echoed.
“Yes! I misunderstood the situation and I am very sorry! I have prepared a breaking of the fast for you as an apology and if it is your wish I would like to sing the traditional Tameranian apology song.”
“No!!” All three Titans screamed together.
“Oh, all right. But come, eat!” Starfire pried Beast Boy off of Cyborg and deposited him roughly in a chair at the kitchen table.
“What did you make?!” Gar asked nervously.
“Your special day breakfast! Chopped up pieces of watermelon, strawberries, bananas, melon of the honeydew, and whole grapes drizzled with the non-dairy imitation whipped cream and maple syrup.” Starfire put the bowl in front of BB. “Also, I have procured the crunchy granola bits to sprinkle on top, I am toasting a blueberry bagel and I have borrowed some of Raven’s boiling water to make the sweet berry tea of which you sometimes partake.” Garfield eyed the bounty that was being spread before him in bewilderment.
“Uh . . . . Th-thanks, Star.” Under the alien’s intense scrutiny, he dug a spoon into the fruit bowl and took a bite.
“I am sorry I killed your room,” Starfire said. “But I must also thank you for the most magical night of my life.” Beast Boy choked a little, watermelon juice leaking out one nostril.
“Wuh-what?”
“Because of your actions, my yesterday was spent in bliss and fulfillment and happiness such as I had never known.” The alien reported dreamily. Cyborg and Raven looked back at Beast Boy with interest, but the shapeshifter didn’t rise to the occasion. He continued to stare at the Tameranian in total bewilderment.
“Starfire.” He stated. “I spent the night cowering wet and naked in the back of the T-car. What in flaming hell are you talking about?”
“Your actions with Robin; we had the heartfelt discussion, with loving words and meaningful lip contact.”
“Oh. Oh, okay. With Robin. That makes sense.” Beast Boy returned to his breakfast. So they had hashed things out, then? Good; now Robin would stop bothering him.
“Too bad; that could have been interesting.” Raven said sardonically, the corner of her mouth turning up.
“Yes! Your punishing training with Robin has changed him dramatically, in the good way! I hope you continue to do so!!” Starfire squealed happily. There was a small explosion in Beast Boy’s vicinity. Raven had been staring into her teacup, but managed to conjure up a quick energy shield before she was sprayed with fruit shrapnel. Cyborg didn’t have such a luxury, but started laughing hysterically at the mess. BB gagged, coughing up creamy fruit bits. He wiped his mouth, grabbing Starfire roughly by the arm.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?!” The shapeshifter yelled, dragging the alien princess to the hallway.
“All right. What in Azarath is going on?” Raven asked, watching an abused grape roll off of the table and bounce onto the floor.
“I don’t know, but that grape came out of his nose!!” Cyborg howled.

“Starfire! What the hell are you talking about?! You can’t want me to keep dominating Robin!! And you sure as hell can’t talk about it in front of the others!!” Gar screamed. Star looked deeply distressed.
“I am sorry! I have reaped such benefits that I forgot this was a shameful thing! Of course I shall not tell the others! But please, I do wish you to continue with the ugly domination and beating of Robin!!” Beast Boy clenched his hands in his hair, staring at the alien in disbelief.
“Why?!? How?!? Do you not understand?!” He asked, desperately.
“I do understand!! Your inflicting of pain and degradation upon Robin allowed him to let go of his self-imposed role so that he felt able to open up emotionally and pledge his love for me!!”
“What?!”
“And then we did the passionate lovemaking!”
“Wait, wait, wait! So . . . . I spent the night hiding in the garage while you and Robin were having sex?! And now you want me to keep beating him?! Are you two crazy?!”
“But he has a problem. The training helps.” Star said quietly, hugging herself tightly.
“I beat him and hurt him and do sexual things! We’d be sharing him! You want to share your boyfriend with a boy?!”
“Five years.” The alien said quietly. Beast Boy stopped ranting. Star was staring at the floor, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection.
“What? What’s five years?”
“Five years is the span of time I have been trying to get Robin to admit his feelings and to move towards a more deep and meaningful relationship.”
“Uh . . . Okay. I know that.” BB said slowly.
“Fourteen days.” She said. Beast Boy fell silent for a moment.
“And that’s how long it’s been since I started dominating him, right?”
“Correct. In fourteen days we went from barely kissing to the passionate lovemaking. That is how much your training has helped.” Starfire looked up, tears in her green on green eyes. “Robin says I mustn’t blame you for anything, because he asks a terrible thing of you and I can see from your reluctance this is true! I feel horrid for making such a selfish request, but please, friend Beast Boy; please keep dominating Robin!” Gar stared at the princess. The domination helped? It helped Robin love Starfire? Jesus; Dick really was a sick puppy. But still, if exorcising his demons allowed him to show love for Star, who was BB to deny them that? Nobody knew how much the absence of love hurt more than Garfield.
“Fuck,” Gar growled, running his fingers through his already ratty hair. “Jesus titty-fucking Christ.” He dropped his hand from his head and stared at the floor. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I’ll make Robin my bitch. And I’ll do my best to train him for you.” Starfire’s face lit up like her namesake. The alien threw her arms around the shapeshifter and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you, friend! Thank you so much! I shall forever be indebted to you!!”

A week later, Beast Boy stood in his newly remodeled bedroom, awaiting Robin’s arrival. Gone were the bunk beds and heaps of junk. Starfire had gone shopping for his new décor before anyone could stop her and had brought back a king sized four poster bed in dark wood complete with plush purple and black bedspread with leopard skin throw pillows. Dim mood lighting was provided by matching floor lamps and a suspiciously non-matching ’wall decoration’ that looked perfect to strapping someone to. That had probably been Robin’s contribution. The place looked like a porn set. The first time Cyborg had seen it he had laughed for an hour straight.

Well, it was almost time to play his role. There was a gentle rap on the door.
“It’s open!” Beast Boy called. In retrospect, he probably should have made sure it was Robin first; if anyone else had entered, he would have had a hard time explaining why he was wearing nothing but pleather pants and biker boots. Or was laying out his dress belts and several short lengths of rope, for that matter. Luckily, it was Robin and Starfire.
“I have brought Robin for his training, friend Beast Boy!” Star announced cheerfully.
“I can see that Star,” BB said with a rueful grin. “I want you to know I really am taking this seriously and I’m going to see if I can find some pros to learn from.”
“Pros, huh? That sounds great,” Robin said. Without a word, Gar stepped up and tore the mask off of the Boy Wonder’s eyes.
“You don’t wear this shit in here!!” Beast Boy snarled, waving the fabric under his nose. “In my room, you’re no hero! You’re nothing but property, you got that?!!” Gar swore he could see Robin’s dick jump through his pants.
“Y-yes, Mr. Logan!” Robin blurted. BB backhanded him across the face.
“There you go again; assuming you have permission to talk!! Just for that; no whipping this session!! Now shut your mouth and strip naked!!” Robin opened his mouth, thought better of it, and shut it again, rushing towards the bed to begin undressing.
“I’ll page you when he’s done,” Beast Boy said in a normal tone to Starfire.
“Yes I shall be waiting. And thank you again, friend Beast Boy.” The alien princess took her leave. After she was gone, Gar went to his dresser and pulled out a gag gift that had been given to him last year for his birthday; a studded dog collar and leash. He fastened the collar around Dick’s neck while the Boy Wonder stared at him with shining eyes.
“Maybe if you’re a good doggie-doggie I’ll let you suck my cock again,” the shapeshifter announced.
“Thank you Mr. Logan.” Robin breathed.
“Dogs don’t talk!” BB roared, kicking the human boy in the head. As the pain raced through his body like cold lighting, Robin reflected that this must be true happiness.
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