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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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Kind of a long one, so I split it up a bit. Still no sex, but a pretty hot boy on boy makeout session. Enjoy!

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When Beast Boy woke up, someone was kissing him on the mouth. All he saw was black hair and fair skin and leapt to the appropriate conclusion. Grabbing a handful of black hair, the shapeshifter pulled back enough to free his mouth.
“Damn it Robin! Go back to your own room!” He yelled. It was only then that he realized the black hair laced through his fingers was much too long, the eyes popping open inches from his own much too dark to be Dick’s.
“G-Garth?!” He squawked. Aqualad’s face was picture of horrified embarrassment. He leapt backwards, babbling apologies. Unfortunately he forgot Beast Boy still had a handful of his hair; the Atlantean went over backwards, dragging the changeling off of the couch in the process.
“Oww! Let go!”
“I can’t! It’s all tangled around my fingers!” The two boys stared at each other in horror. Aqualad buried his face in the carpet.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“For what?” Beast Boy asked, honestly confused.
“I was kissing you in your sleep!” Garth blurted, blushing furiously.
“Well yeah, I noticed,” Gar retorted, sitting up. Scooting closer to the Atlantean, the green teen started trying to untangle his hand from the larger boy’s flowing locks. “Is - is that why you were acting so weird today? You like me?” There was a smile in BB’s voice. Aqualad hazarded a peek up through his wild strands of hair. Beast Boy was smiling; that incredibly gentle, angelic smile that made his stomach feel funny. He was also blushing slightly.
“You - you don’t mind?” Garth asked.
“No; why would I?” Gar was picking his fingers out of Aqualad’s hair with supreme gentleness. Garth didn’t think he had ever been touched with such gentleness.
“I’m a boy.” He pointed out. “I didn’t -- I mean, you’re being so open minded.” Gar snorted softly, thinking about the turn his sex life had taken in the last few months.
“Garth, you have no idea. There; you’re free.” The Atlantean sat up, running his fingers through his hair to try to smooth it down.
“You’re gay, too?”
“Bi, I think,” Gar admitted. “Um.”
“So . . . . You and Robin?” Aqualad asked sadly.
“What?! No! Why did--?!” BB remembered his waking exclamation. “Oh God; it’s not how it sounds.”
“You assumed it was him kissing you,” Garth protested.
“No! It’s not like that! It’s -- aww hell.” BB pulled his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them. “Christ, I knew this was going to end up hurting me.” He rasped. Aqualad thought he detected tears in Gar’s eyes. The Atlantean hesitated. Gar had listened to him, after all. And he still smiled after Garth had made his bumbling move.
“What’s going to hurt you?” There were definitely tears in Beast Boy’s eyes. He hugged his knees tightly.
“I - I -- Robin . . . Has a problem and he needs my help with it. But you’ll think I’m a bad person.” A few of Robin’s recent training sessions sprang to mind. Garfield knew he was just playing a role for the sake of his leader, but he doubted very much any prospective lover of his would make the distinction. “Damn it; Miss Lily said this would happen.” Garth frowned. BB was obviously upset about Robin’s involvement -- apparently sexual involvement -- but what did he think Garth would do? If Beast Boy and Robin were lovers, what was the problem? But why would that make him a bad person? And who was Miss Lily?
“I don’t think you’re a bad person,” Garth said softly. “Who’s Miss Lily?” BB rubbed his face against his bare knees.
“I’m -- I’m a dom. Miss Lily is my teacher.”
“A ‘Dom’? What’s a dom?”
“You know; a dominator? A male dominatrix? Robin’s a sick fuck and needs someone to beat his ass to even be able to tell Starfire he loves her.”
“Does Starfire know about this?”
“She’s the one who convinced me to keep doing it! She’s been trying for five years to get Dick to go beyond a kiss and two weeks after I started training him they had sex!”
“And - what did this Miss Lily tell you would happen?” Garth asked, still trying to digest this a piece at a time.
“Miss Lily -- Miss Lily’s like me; we’re dom for pay. We don’t really get off on being dominant, but we do it for the money, or, in my case for the good of the team. But Miss Lily said the Catch-22 about being a professional dom was that you only attracted subs -- submissives -- for a relationship. Regular men thought you would be a vicious bitch to do this for a living and would only want dom/sub play in the bedroom. Subs only want dom/sub play. It’s - it’s hard for a dom for pay to find love. Like I didn’t have enough trouble before.” A tear finally escaped one green eye and tracked it’s way down his cheek. “What I’m really scared of is that I’ll get desperate enough to start getting off on being a dom. Love shouldn’t be about inflicting pain. I don’t want to be that twisted.” Garth stared at the shapeshifter. There was a strong urge welling up inside of him; an urge he didn’t think he could hold back. He gave in to it. Beast Boy lifted his head and stared at the Atlantean like he had just lost his mind.
“You’re laughing at me?! Garth, you dick!” BB yelled.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just can’t believe a sweet little angel like you beats Robin for fun!” Aqualad protested, giggling.
“It’s not fun for me! I only do it because Star and Robin both begged me to! You think I like strapping him to a bedpost and whipping him until he cries like a little bitch?!” Garth started laughing harder.
“I just can’t see it! Really, BB; you’re so sweet I’m surprised every time I see you fight!”
“It’s called ‘acting’! Just because I play a role doesn’t mean I enjoy it!”
“’Whipping him until he cries’!!” Garth echoed giggling hysterically. Gar stood up, yanking his pillow and blanket off of the couch.
“Asshole.” He spat. Aqualad stopped. BB’s voice had broken on the last insult. This was something he was taking seriously.
“Gar, wait; I’m sorry! Really, I am. Please don’t leave.” Beast Boy stopped halfway between the door and the couch.
“Nobody’s going to want me as long as I keep doing this,” the shapeshifter whispered. “But I don’t know what’ll happen to the Titans if I stop. What if Robin can’t love Star anymore? Nothing hurts like being alone.” That last sentence cut Garth to the core. Slowly, he came up behind the changeling and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. Beast Boy stiffened.
“Somebody does want you,” Aqualad whispered. “And you’re not alone.” Gar choked, sobs welling up in his throat. The pillow and blanket slumped to the floor. For a moment, Garth wasn’t sure what BB’s reaction would be. Then the smaller boy’s shoulders began to shake as he started to cry in earnest. The shapeshifter turned slowly, burying his face in Aqualad’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around the Atlantean’s waist. Despite Gar’s pain, Garth couldn’t help but smile at the fact that BB wanted to be in his arms.
“Don’t cry, angel,” Garth murmured, running his fingers through Beast Boy’s short green hair. The smaller boy clutched him tighter. Aqualad rested his lips on top of Gar’s head, one arm soothingly rubbing the changeling’s back, the other around his trim waist.
“Please don’t cry, little squid,” the water breather pleaded softly. BB choked out something that might have been a laugh at the odd endearment. Aqualad finally fell back on the romantically strapped meta-human’s lifesaver; stupid pet tricks with his powers.

The tears rolling down Garfield’s face suddenly stopped. They slowly drifted away from his cheeks and hung suspended in the air like they didn’t have anywhere pressing to be at the moment. Gar watched in amazement as the tears soaked into Aqualad’s uniform fountained up to join their brethren. They reformed into one ball, then snaked around the boy’s head to form a thin hoop floating just above Beast Boy’s rumpled green hair. As the shapeshifter watched, the thin tube seemed to take on an unearthly glow.
“There,” Garth said. “A halo for my angel so he’ll stop being so sad.”

This finally coaxed a smile out of Beast Boy.
“How do you make it glow?” He asked, staring up at his new accessory.
“If I bend the water just right it distorts the light and makes it look brighter than it should be,” Aqualad answered, wiggling his little finger. A straggling tear floated off of BB’s cheek and joined the rest.
“Thank you,” the shapeshifter breathed. Garth grinned, trying to mimic Beast Boy’s usual rascal smile.
“Hey, I had to do something with this hand or I was going to peel you out of those tight little boxer briefs and do things to you.” He admitted. BB blushed, remembering he was still just in his underwear and tank top. “Come on, let’s get you back on the couch and under a blanket before I molest you.” Gar giggled, scooping up his pillow and blanket. He hurried back to the couch, Garth tagging along behind him. The Atlantean sat on one end of the couch, hoping for more conversation and cuddling. He was quite surprised when BB flung himself in Garth’s lap and snuggled down happily, throwing the blanket over both of them. Aqualad twisted to lay along the couch, freeing one leg so that the arm of the couch was behind, Gar spooning up between his legs, those taut little green buns pressed right against Garth’s groin.
‘That’s trouble waiting to start,’ The Atlantean thought to himself.

“A halo made from my own tears,” BB mused out loud “That’s got to be some kind of metaphor.”
“Hey, I’m just working with what I’ve got,” Aqualad murmured, wrapping his arms around Beast Boy.
“My mom once told me that back in, like, the 1800s, sweethearts kept these little lachy -- lachry -- lach -- these little tiny bottles that they’d catch their tears in and then they’d exchange them and wear them on necklaces and stuff. ‘Cause they thought their own tears of love were the most precious gift they could give to one another.” The shapeshifter said dreamily, poking at the liquid halo.
“Really? That’s beautiful; it makes me wish I could cry,” Garth said, rubbing his cheek against Beast Boy’s.
“Atlanteans can’t cry?” Gar asked, twisting his head to meet Garth’s eyes.
“Nuh-not like humans do,” Aqualad said, suddenly distracted. Garfield’s face was scant inches from his own and everything the shapeshifter had done was an invitation to closer contact. “W-we cry and sob when we’re sad and stuff, but we don’t cry tears from our eyes.” Gar seemed to be reading the Atlantean’s thoughts; he twisted around even more, propping himself up so his mouth was within striking distance of Garth’s. The green teenager’s vibrant eyes were dark with desire. “We- uh - we do leak --um - s-saliva from our gills -- when - when we cry . . .” Aqualad stammered, his mouth left to run off on his own.
“You can have my tears,” Gar breathed.

After that, there were no words. The Atlantean cupped the green shapeshifter’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Gar’s lithe body seemed to melt against his own. Both of them twined against the other, their arms clutching and grabbing and groping. Of the two, only Aqualad had fantasized about making out with this particular partner and he had imagined something more gentle and hesitant as would befit the first foray into sexual pleasures. Here there was only passion straining to be set free. BB managed to free his mouth for a moment.
“Be my boyfriend?” He pleaded, hope in his eyes.
“Of course,” Garth returned, wondering where else the shapeshifter thought this was going. Their mouths met and mated again, tongues lashing and twining together. Running his fingers through Beast Boy’s green hair, Aqualad’s hand splashed against the now dangerously wobbly halo. Gar had given him his tears of love. Garth couldn’t return them, but he could do something else.

Beast Boy squeaked as something wet slithered around is neck. Jerking back he felt himself tethered to Aqualad by the neck for a split second before the pressure ceased. Looking down in surprise, he saw a brilliant blue bead on a short necklace of gleaming black threads resting at his collarbone. The color of the bead shifted and swirled like --
“Water?”
“Your tears,” Garth corrected. “We couldn’t exchange little bottles, but I wanted to give you something.” Garfield saw that an identical necklace adorned the Atlantean’s neck. “The bead is a hard water spell. It will stay that way until the spell’s broken.”
“These threads -- this is your hair.” Beast Boy said slowly.
“I couldn’t give you tears,” Garth repeated. Before he could say anything else, Beast Boy was kissing him feverishly.
“Do you love me?” The shapeshifter blurted between smooches. “I love you!”
“Yes! Yes I do!” Garth returned.
“Then say it. Please say it!” Aqualad put both hands on BB’s cheeks and gently pried the boy away so he could look him square in the eyes.
“I love you, Garfield.” He stated simply. Tears welled up in Gar’s eyes again.
“Garth . . . . Love you,” he rasped. Then they were kissing again, mouths touching and exploring each other’s faces, necks and ears tenderly. One of Beast Boy’s hands snaked down to Aqualad’s waist and tugged his unitard up gently. When this did nothing, the hand quested around to Garth’s back, feeling back and forth across the water breather’s spine. Finally he started to feel around the high neck of the uniform. Aqualad freed his mouth from the other boy’s.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“How does this thing come off?” BB asked, frowning at the blue and white fabric.
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