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A/N: I don't know what I was thinking. This little melody got stuck in my head this morning and I just started adding words to it and came up with Mad Boy's Love Song. It makes no sense whatsoever, and the structure is Godawful, but somehow I thought of this story. . . and so here we are. :)

Oh, and just in case: it's mad as in crazy, not mad as in angry.

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Chapter Nine: Mad Boy's Love Song

“Come with me, plea- oh-oh, yeah, right there.”

“Fucking whore,” Speedy whispered to himself. It was late, nearing one in the morning as he sat in a crowded bar on the far side of town on a Friday night. He had ditched his usual uniform in opted for a pair of baggy, black jeans and a dark blue shirt. He also wasn't wearing his mask, but a pair a dark black shades. He got a few strange looks for it, but he didn't care, not tonight anyway. “Bartender!” he screamed, before downing what was left in his glass before him.

The bartender approached him, a bottle of Scotch in his hand as he refilled the red heads glass. “Rough night?” he asked him gently.

“You like that?”

“That's none of your damn business,” Speedy said quietly as he lifted the brown liquid to his lips. He didn't need the man hovering over him. Speedy knew he didn't look twenty-one, but he guess he looked so pathetic when he wondered in that the bartender took pity on him.

“Hmm. . . yes.”

Speedy nearly coughed up his drink. He could handle his alcohol, he was no stranger to it, but it was his memories of this very evening that haunted him. He closed his eyes as he lowered his shades and placed them on the bar before rubbing his eyes, scrunching up his face. “I was fool to think. . .” he trailed off, running his fingers through his hair and once again tossing back his drink.

“Where's the lotion, Bee?”

It was only a few hours ago. Speedy had woken up about eleven or so only to find that his body was in need of a little female companionship. He threw on some causal clothes as he dressed before going up to Bumblebee's room. It was late, but he knew she would still be awake. He knew it was usually her that made the first move whenever they were together, but how could she simply resist this face, he thought as he walked down the hall. Speedy hated to admit it, but he was starting to feel for the girl.

It was Friday night, and he, being the party boy that he was, would have gladly spent the night on the town, but lately he found himself staying at home. He didn't exactly know why at first, but it had occurred to him later, that he usually ended up with some random fangirl when he went out and he just wasn't up for some meaningless sex, with some meaningless girl. Strangely, the thought had made him happy, he could get use to this, he had thought, being a one woman man.

Though trying to get that pointed across to Bumblebee didn't go as he had expected. She had thought it was a joke and it bothered him, but he went along with it. He now knew that had been a mistake on his part, but it was okay, he was going to fix it. He was going to do it tonight, but as he had reached her door, he heard the unexpected.

“Dammit, Al, we don't need anymore lotion,” Bee had said agitated. Speedy had then hear the knocking on the headboard against the wall as this so called Al person, groaned.

“Maybe we wouldn't need so much, it you weren't so damn tight,” the man had complained. Speedy's eyes had grown wide, as he finally recognized the voice as his other teammate.

The archer than heard Bumblebee moan before she spoke. “Harder,” she had demanded.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Aqualad's had said tenderly.

“Like you could,” she began. “So just give me what I want.”

“Here?”

“Oh, God yes. Don't you dare stop,” her voice was filled with a bliss, Speedy had become all to familiar with.

His blood boiled at the sound of it as he shook in his anger. Then, before he could stop himself, found he was pounding furiously on her bedroom door. “Bee!” he had screamed louder than he knew he could. “Open the Goddamn door!”

He heard movement in the room before she came to the door. She only opened it about six inches, as she clutched her white housecoat tightly around her small frame. He scoffed, he had already seen every inch of her body, who did she think she was fooling. “What?” the high pitch of her voice had surprised him. She was concerned. “What's the emergency? Is it Mas?”

He had ignored her questions. “We need to talk,” he hissed. “Now.”

Bumblebee realizing that there was no emergency frowned. She didn't like the tone he was taking with her and so looked visibly upset at being disturbed. “I'm busy,” she countered. “So what do you want?” she asked as she shifted her weight, her hand now on her hip.

Speedy looked over her head to see where Aqualad was in the room, but he was not in his line of sight and all he heard was some music in the background. He then lowered his head and whispered. “Not his type, huh?” Bumblebee looked confused at the comment. “It this why you were so desperate to keep us quiet, because you already had something going on with Aqualad?”

Bumblebee's face strangely softened at the accusation. “What do you think I was-” she stopped and turned her head towards the room. “Speedy, it's not what you think,” she said lamely. “Aqualad and I have never been more than friends.” The statement sounded sad to Speedy's ears, but that didn't last long. “But what I do behind closed doors in my own bedroom, is none of your concern.”

“It is when you're cheating on me!” he had spat in a angry whisper.

Bumblebee laughed. “Cheating? What do you think we our, Speedy?”

He had no answer for her, for he didn't know himself. Then suddenly the term, 'meaningless sex' took on a new meaning, because that was all he was too her.

She shook her head from side to side, reaching out and patted his chest. “Go to bed. . . sweetheart,” she said mockingly. Speedy face dropped, that had been the term he had called her no more than yesterday. He thought that when she had sweetly called him 'baby', that they were headed in the right direction. Speedy didn't like to be wrong. “Look, it's obvious that you're starting to become a little more attached than I like,” she said truthfully, removing her hand. “You being who you are, I didn't think we would have that problem. It was a mistake. So consider our little arrangement, or whatever you like to call it, over."

“Mistake? I was a mis-” he breathed in through his nose to calm himself. It didn't work. “You fucking whore!” he seethed, taking a step back before he did something regrettable. He then began to walk away.“I'm going out,” he had said with his back to her. “I need a drink,” he said to himself.

“Hi,” Speedy was whipped from his thoughts as someone sat beside him. He turned his head to get a better look. It was a woman, with too much make-up on on, in his opinion. She was probably just as old as him, maybe even a little over at eighteen, who had a fake I.D. she bought off someone at her school. She was a brunette with blonde highlights and she had the darkest blue eyes, that reminded Speedy of the deepest part of the ocean. She wore a clingy red dress which was much too short Speedy noticed, as he was too drunk to cover up the fact that he staring down at her long legs. She giggled when she noticed. “You look lonesome over here by yourself,” she spoke. “Care from some company?”

Speedy raised his uncovered eyes back to meet the womans'. There was a soft smile on her lips as she regarded him. Bee smiles like that, Speedy thought for a moment before shaking it out of his head. He had wasted enough energy on her for tonight. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked her, she nodded and so Speedy called for the bartender once again.

Her name was Jenna, Speedy had discovered as he talked with her. Well, she did most of the talking, Speedy just drank another glass of Scotch and let her. “So,” she leaned into him, placing her hand on his thigh suggestively, “How about a dance?” she asked a few minutes later.

Speedy didn't answer, he merely took her hand and stood up before leading her out to the dance floor. The smell of sweat and cigarettes littered the air as he found a dark spot before pulling Jenna close against his body, burying his face in her neck as he did so. She smelt of peaches as took in her scent. He liked it as as he held her tighter and she giggled nervously as she felt his soft lips.

His hands started to wondered over the skin of her back before working their way down to her butt. “Kind of fresh, aren't you?” she asked as she reached behind her and moved his hands back up.

“You'd be surprised,” he said with a smirk as their slow dance led them further back into the dark club where the bathrooms were located.

Jenna once again giggled nervously. “Maybe we should head back over to the bar,” she suggested.

“Why?” he inquired darkly. “Isn't this what you came over to bar for?” He pulled her closer and studied her closely to see the look on her face as he pressed his growing arousal against her. He then reached out and opened the restroom door. “To have a good time with me?”

“Look, I made a mistake,” she tried to reason as she tired to push him away. “So just let go now. If you don't I swear I'll scream.” And as he eyes grew darker and the smile on his face grew wide, she realized she had said something wrong. She inhaled, ready to scream, but before she could Speedy's hand came up and covered her mouth. Her blue eyes grew wide with fear. She started breathing heavily, her heart pounding within her chest.

“So, I'm a mistake now, huh?” he asked as her cries went muffled against his palm as she struggled against him. “I'll show you a Goddamn fucking mistake.” And with that the restroom door closed behind them and a click of the lock was heard.

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“So are you going to come with me next week or not?” asked Bumblebee as she laid topless on her bed, her head resting on her folded arms like a pillow as Aqualad sat on her legs rubbing her back. Her wings were spread to either side so that he had full access.

“I don't think I should,” he began. “That's something I think you should do alone with Dr. Wolfe.”

“I just want you in the room,” she confessed. “I'll feel better if you're there.”

“I'll think about,” he concluded as he kneaded the tight stressed points of his teammate.

“No. I want an answer. Come with me, plea- oh-oh, yeah, right there,” she had stopped her playful begging long enough to point out a tender spot on her back.

“You like that?”

“Hmm. . . yes,” was her breathy reply.

“Where's the lotion, Bee?” he looked around the bed for it.

“Dammit, Al, we don't need anymore lotion,” Bee had said agitated. She hated the kind of massage lotion Aqualad liked to use. It smelt of coconuts and it was strong so it stuck with her all day, even after a shower. She pointed the bottle out anyway.

Aqualad groaned as he turned his torso and reached for the bottle on the night stand. The shift of his weight caused the headboard to hit the wall. “Maybe we wouldn't need so much, it you weren't so damn tight,” he complained as he touch lighten up.

“Harder,” she demanded of him.

“I don't want to hurt you,” concern lined his voice. There were scratches on back he noticed weren't there, the last time they had done this. He was certain that they weren't from any of the battles they had been in protecting their city, but he was too much a gentlemen to ask where they had came from, especially the one that looked like a bite mark on her shoulder. He had his suspicions, of course, he was not a stupid guy, but it was not his place.

“Like you could,” she said with a soft chuckle. “So just give me what I want.”

“Here?” Aqualad trailed his palms to the lower part of her back and applied pressure.

“Oh, God yes. Don't you dare stop,” she said as she buried her face into her arms and let out a large relaxed sigh.

Suddenly, both she and Aqualad jumped. “Bee!” It was Speedy, screaming like a madman. “Open the Goddamn door!” Bumblebee looked to Aqualad as he rose off her, but he only shrugged.

Aqualad then watched as Bumblebee found her housecoat and went over to open the door. He tried not to listen as they were more than likely arguing, so he turned on the radio to see if there was anything good on. A moment later, he heard Bumblebee say as she turned to him, “What do you think I was-” he waited for her to finish, but figured that it wasn't meant for him and continued to listen to the music on the radio as he laid on the bed.

In his opinion, those two had been acting kind strange around each other lately. They seemed more agreeable towards each other than they did before. Not saying that they didn't argue, they just weren't literally at each other's throat anymore. A kind of peace had settle over the house, and Aqualad was quite enjoying it; it's why he was complete caught off guard when he heard the words, “You fucking whore!”

He sat up at the heated words, his eyes towards the door as Bumblebee slide inside. He waited for her to speak, but she said nothing as she made her way back to the bed and face away from Aqualad and discarded her housecoat. “Bee?” he began as she laid back down.

“I don't want to talk about it,” she told him.

“Bee,” he said for firmly.

She sighed. “He doesn't trust me and that's all you need to know,” she informed him, knowing he would probe no more.

“Fine,” he said as he back in position and kneaded out the stress points that had resurface. After a few minutes, he broke the silence that lingered between them. “I guess this is a good time as any,” he began. “I'm going to be gone for a few days.”

“What?” Bumblebee said in surprise. “Where are you going?”

A blush came to Aqualad's cheeks. “West.”

“West, you say?” she wanted to confirm and Aqualad replied that she was correct. “Do you think that's a good idea?” she asked as she motioned for him to get up so she could face him.

“Why not?” he asked as she covered herself.

“Well,” she hesitated. “I know we're all Titans, but they're kind of the originals, you know? We have very big shoes to fill and it just feels like we're their lap dog, they call for one of us and we go running. I don't want it to be like that,” she explained. “So what kind of mission do they need you for?” she asked.

“Um,” Aqualad avoid eye contact as he rubbed the back of his head. “You see, it's not really a mission.” She gave him a curious look. “It's more like some personal time.”

Bumblebee blinked a few times. “Oh,” her shoulders fell as she came to an conclusion. “You mean, you're going to go see him?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“What?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“No,” she repeated. “I'm not going to allow you to fall into false hope. He's straight, Al, and there's no getting around that. So there's no reason for you to make a trip that's going to make you miserable in the end,” she reasoned. She reached out for him, taking his head. “I know you don't like my words, but I'm just trying to shield your heart. I don't want to see you hurt.”

“You're looking out for me, and I appreciate you for it,” he made clear. “But I don't need your permission,” she looked at little taken back by his words. “What I do need is your support.”

She was quiet for a moment before nodding her head. “Then you have it,” she said with a smile. “Always.”

“I want to help you too, Bee,” he told her, knowing he needed to do this. “Open up to me and tell me what's been going on between you and Speedy.” Aqualad had finally decided that he needed to be less of a gentlemen in this roll. He needed to learn to stop being passive towards her, giving in to her fits, only this way could he help her heal.

Looking almost betrayed, she stated. “I don't want to talk about that.”

“Bee, he just stood outside your door and called you a whore. . . and you took it,” he told her. “Two months ago you would have beaten him down to a bloody pulp on the floor.”

“I think-” she thought over her words. “I think he's falling in love with me,” she spoke softly, looking down to her fingers that were fidgeting.

“And what's wrong with that?” he asked her.

“I don't want him too,” she looked back up into his black eyes. “Not yet, anyway. You were right before, I'm not a stable person. To be with someone, to fully embrace someone, I need to be whole, Al, and I'm nowhere near it yet.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you love him, Bee?” he asked gently.

There was a long silence, so long, that Aqualad didn't know if she would answer him. “I don't know,” she finally spoke. “I just don't want to hurt him more than I already have.” A tear slid done her face. “I don't know what to do,” she sounded like she had already given up. “Please, what do I do?”

Aqualad reached out and cup her face in his hand, sweeping away her her tear with his thumb. “You become whole.” He then guided her into his arms and she held him tightly. She then closed her eyes and let the song from the radio drift into her ears.

He knows you don't love him,
And yet he still returns,
It's the light in your eyes, though dark and dim.

All he ever wanted, was to be within your heart,
But you stomped his to pieces,
Nearly tore him apart.

But from the shambles, he rose,
Never giving up the fight,
He can win your sweet heart, he knows.

He wants to prove to you his worth,
Show you the man he can be,
Show you he's strong enough be your Earth.

You tear him down with your words,
But then turn around and give him praise,
And he finds his soul among the birds.

And so for thou,
He would swim the deepest ocean and soar the highest sky,
Even if he didn't know how.

Because there are times when you are tender,
He can swear your joy sincere,
And for those moments, there's nothing he wouldn't surrender.

For he knows why the caged bird sings,
It's because a dear love gave him wings.

But why would you care,
How could you dare. . .

Know about a mad boy's love song,
This mad boy's love song?

To Be Continued. . .

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