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Raven's Inferno	By : Topkat Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 10943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: : I own nothing but my own twisted little mind, sob! Teen Titans ain't mine... And I make no money on this either... Only fun ^^

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own twisted little mind, sob!
Warnings!: OOC-ness, dirty language and stuff… One-shot.
AN: I give up, this story is now going from one-shot to a collection, just don't expect any big storyline... And ALL BOW TO SECRETARTY DUCKLING!!! ^^

Raven’s Inferno

The sky was only slightly clouded, and there was no wind. Raven sighed contentedly, looking over the rooftops of Jump City, simply enjoying the peace and tranquility of the night. The Titans had been hard at work the last couple of days, as a truck containing weapons and ammunition, meant for destruction at the nearby military base, had been stolen. They had no clues, but they were taking a much needed break, hoping it would cause them to see things in a new light.
It was late, and she would normally have gone to the roof of the Tower, but Robin and Starfire had chosen this night to have a romantic picnic under the stars on the roof. Their relationship had grown more serious the past months, and now they were acting like what they were; two teens in love. The team was happy for them, even Raven, and she smiled when the other boys teased the young couple. But the empath could not stand being around them too long. Their soft, warm, sweet feelings rubbed her nerves the wrong way, making her want to scream. Out here, she could still feel the people around, but since she didn’t know them, their feelings were easily ignored.
Or so she thought. On the outer edges of her mind, she could suddenly feel something - no, someone -familiar. The young girl tilted her head curiously. Who could that be? Not one of the Titans, as she know their auras as well as her own. It was somebody she had met frequently, but not someone she knew well. A member of Titans East, perhaps? But the person wasn’t on their way to the Tower… Her curiosity awaken, Raven flew down from the building whose roof she had been meditating on. When she reached the ground, she swiftly walked toward the familiar presence, not wanting to attract attention by flying.
The streets turned out to be less empty than the young titan had previously thought. It wasn’t the working-class side of town, where the team would normally spend their days (and nights). It was the slightly more upper-class side, with restaurants and coffee shops, and Raven could see couples out on dates and business colleagues out for dinner coming and going. The familiar aura pulled her towards one of the restaurants, a fancy place with intimate lighting and setting. Uncertain, Raven studied the façade, bathed in soft light. She could hear music and voices from inside. She couldn’t think of anyone she knew who might come to this place - well yes, Robin and Starfire might be, but they were at home… Wrapped in her cloak, the petite girl carefully peeped in of one of the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of the people inside.
“Hey! You there! Get away from here! We don’t want your ugly face disturbing the customers!”
A big man in a doorman’s uniform was coming toward her, trying to look intimidating while he waved his hands at her. Raven cursed quietly, before turning and making a run. If it was someone she knew, it would be embarrassing to be caught spying. The lithe sorceress levitated to the building across from the restaurant. She could meditate here, and when the familiar person came out, she could say hello or let him be, if he wasn’t alone. She was almost certain the aura belonged to a male, as it practically blared masculinity.
Raven sat still in the shadows, legs crossed and her small, curvy form floating just above the flat roof. Her senses fully concentrated on the front of the restaurant, immersed in her inner night sky, Raven allowed her mind to resurface once in a while, casting a look towards the restaurant. She was almost in luck. It was during one of these emergences that the attack came, but the strike to her head still crushed her into the wall, making her see double. A man in dark dress pants and light gray shirt stood glaring at her. He was tall and broad shouldered, with white hair and an eye patch. As darkness closed on her, she knew she never had seen him before. Still, it was his aura that had brought her there.
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The world was moving. Or felt like it was, at any rate. Raven’s head was spinning and she had difficulty breathing. Making an effort, she willed her mind to come awake.
She was hanging head down over somebody’s shoulder, facing a black back. The realization made her jerk, and the person lost their balance just a bit, making Raven squirm and twist.
“No, you don’t!”, barked a familiar and thoroughly annoyed voice.
“Slade!”
Raven hissed, as the man grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the sladebot carrying her. The titan’s eyes flashed an angry white and she reached to the darkness within her, hurling it against him in the shape of a whip. It barely touched him before it was dissolved, vaporized like fog before the sun.
“Remember the ring of Azar? I had a double made, with a little… extra something. Your magic can’t touch me.”
He waved his hand at the girl. The man’s smirk was vicious – and very visible. Raven couldn’t help but stare at the man. He had his suit and armor on, but without the mask. It was surprising to see that Slade had slightly long white hair, a ruggedly handsome face with an equally white goatee, and a single cold blue-gray eye. Said eye was glaring at the young Titan with annoyance.
“How did you find me?”
He demanded, yanking her towards him. The man’s scowl could make the dead tremble with fear. Raven, however, just gave him a blank look.
“It is your own fault,” her voice low and monotone.
“Do not play games with me!” He barked, less than thrilled by her response, or rather her lack of it.
“Your aura brought me to you. Our fights and your stay in my father’s realm have made it very familiar to me.”
She pulled back, pushing her hand against him, to stand on her own. His iron grip didn’t leave her arm.
“I wasn’t trying to track you.”
“And you want me to believe that? You looked straight at us!”
The tall muscular man towered over her petite form, his aura oozing promises of pain, but Raven didn’t back down. She raised an eyebrow.
“...’us’?”
Slade’s face went blank, having said more than he had planned to. Raven couldn’t help the slight smirk that snuck onto her lips.
“The terrible and fearsome Slade on a date? That’s… disturbing.”
The scowl returned, with a vengeance. Then, a sinister smirk replaced it, making Raven stiffen. Slade bent down to her level, his icy eye gleaming maliciously.
“What? You though I wouldn’t have fun, like any other man? Believe me, child, I do enjoy company from time to time. I’m not so socially inept as others,” he purred.
“Yes, your charm is overwhelming,”
She deadpanned, refusing to let the man’s cruel implications get to her. True, she wasn’t the most outgoing person in the world, to say the least, but that didn’t meant she didn’t care. There were just some feelings she couldn’t afford. The time after Malchior had been… difficult…
Slade chuckled, pulling her closer to him, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.
“Oh, yes, I can be quite charming, when I choose to be.”
Raven’s hands had been resting at her sides, but now they flew up between them, pressing against Slade’s broad chest.
“What do you think you're doing?”
Slade’s smirk grew at the hint of panic in her normally monotone voice. He caught her jaw and shifted its angle to match his, aligning her face with his.
“I’m going to kiss you. As you sabotaged my date, that’s only fair, right?”
The Titan’s eyes sprang wide and she opened her mouth, taking in air for a dismissive and cutting answer. But as soon as her lips parted, Slade dived in, grabbing them in a rough kiss.
It was meant as a tease, a lesson. It wasn’t supposed to be hot and delicious, it wasn't supposed to be calling for more. The dark girl's lips were surprisingly soft and sweet, paralyzed as she was by his actions. Then she moved her mouth. As a surprised sound tried to get out, the pleasurable feeling of their mouths molding together caught her off guard. Suddenly, she found herself kissing her enemy back. She gave a quiet shriek, making Slade growl deep in his throat. The small sound awakened something deep within him, and made him tighten his grip, pressing their bodies together. Raven went rigid. Annoyed Slade pressed on a little more, but when the teen didn’t respond, he withdrew. Silently, they stood, trying to get their senses back, a thousand thoughts flashing through their minds. Not having nearly as much sanity to collect, Slade collected his senses first.
“Is the little Gem frozen with fear?”
The smirk was back again, and he looked down amused at the sorceress' blank, pearly face. The girl was not meeting his eye, her purple orbs looking straight ahead, right at his chest.
“No, thinking… As kissing goes, I guess it could have been worse…,”
Raven shrugged, missing his half-staggered look. She had put all thoughts of love behind her after Malchior, for it wasn’t a feeling that came easy to her, but she knew it. It was one of the reasons Robin and Starfire’s stronger connection made her withdraw. When she sensed their love for each other, her magic stirred. But this, this had not effected it as she had feared.
“What?!”
Her reaction was not what he expected. She didn’t even blush. She seemed calm, the small glimpse of panic from before nowhere to be found. Slade hated the lack of emotions in her. It made the teen seem in control, on top of the situation. Oh, but he had made her respond…
“Oh, I will show you worse, little Gem,”
Raven’s eyes shot up to his, for, lost in her thoughts, she had almost forgotten where she was and who she was with. Slade quickly changed that, grabbing the lithe girl by her neck and pressing her up against the wall. His larger form surrounding her, he pushed one of his knees in between her legs, grabbing her petite wrists before she could start hitting him. Raven found herself effectively pinned; her slight struggles didn’t make any difference to the villain. Now she was scared, Slade could tell. The way her eyes had grown, her rapid breathing, the small shivers going through the petite, curvy body. This was how he liked his Titans: at his mercy and fully focused on him. He hummed in appreciation before seizing her lips. They were lovely, full and slightly puffy, still wet from their earlier kiss. Slade ran his tongue over her lower lip, and when she didn’t open up, bit and nipped it in warning. Raven made a sound between a whine and a moan, her head spinning. This was Slade doing this! Making her lips and body tingle with a fire she had never before felt. Her enemy. A power-hungry madman, with no conscience and no mercy. Raven was not naïve, being the daughter of a demon, and she was a fairly intelligent young woman, she knew that love and lust didn’t always go hand in hand. But this?
I don’t even like him…
Slade used Raven’s delicate noise to gain entrance to the her mouth, running his tongue over hers, seeking its curves and pleasure spots, driving another, equally sweet moan from the young girl. Slade let go of one of her wrists. His free hand slid down her side to rest on her soft hip, letting his thumb play in small circles.
Raven felt the fire spread, running along with Slade’s hand, burning everywhere the man touched. This was physical desire, pure lust. There was no love here, no care… and no friendship to destroy. The though made Raven stiffen for a moment. Yes, she had no good feelings toward Slade, a little reluctant respect and recognition of his talents, but nothing else. She could never love the man.
When the dark girl went rigid, Slade growled and tightened his grip. His hard fingers dug in to the pale skin on her wrist and hip. This time, he wouldn’t let her shut him out. He expected her to put up a fight, but instead, the Titan sighed and gently, almost timidly, let her free hand stroke his hair. Her tongue softly caressed his, making them both tingle pleasantly. She had amazed him yet again, and that made Slade push on. Deepening the kiss, he pulled her hips toward his, making her feel how he was beginning to harden there. Her sharp intake of air and little gasping shriek almost made him lose his self control. So innocent… Letting go of Raven’s wrist, Slade let his hand take same path as the other, only making a small detour to let his thumb brush the curve of her breast. Raven shivered and arched, just a bit, to meet the touch. Never letting go of the teen’s now swollen pink lips, the man lifted her up to wrap her legs around his hips. One of his arms went around her slim waist, while the other made it way up her back to her purple locks, grabbing them roughly and pulling back, forcing the nimble girl to bare her throat to him. Abandoning her mouth, he made a trail down her jaw and neck, applying small nips and suction. Some left marks, while others didn’t.
Raven whimpered and hung onto the man’s strong frame, her slender arms locked around his neck, trying to maintain some sort of balance. In her head, her many feelings were in a huge argument, the blue Honor desperately trying to convince Wisdom not to side with the green cloaked Brave and pink Happy, but the newcomer Lust, dressed in a deep scarlet, tackled Honor from behind.
In the meantime, Slade had moved them from the wall to a worktable, placed off to the side of his lair. His now bare, rough hands went up and down her soft, petite form, so much smaller than his own. Raven squirmed and turned, enjoying the burning heat his touches brought her. Then he stopped.
Surprised, Raven’s purple orbs sought his single blue-gray eye. Slowly, he placed his hands on the table next to her thighs. For a moment, nobody moved, and only their heavy breathing was heard. Then, as the Titan hadn’t tried to flee, Slade unhooked her belt. Her cloak soon followed. Raven’s hands found the lock at the back of his armor, and soon the metal was strewn all over the floor. Raven swallowed and then sneaked her hands under his Kevlar shirt, pulling it off. A broad chest with defined muscles, a six-pack that seemed carved in stone and a slim trail of hair leading down to… Raven blushed an adorable pink, making Slade chuckle.
“Seeing something you like?”
“Yes,” came the serious answer.
Fascinated, Raven leaned toward his chest, even though, seated on the table as she was, she had to tilt her head back a bit for her lips to reach his nipple. Slade’s smirk became deeper as the teen let her pink tongue lick over it.
“My turn,”
He purred, grabbing her leotard and pulling it down, revealing a dark blue bra and panties. Raven closed her eyes as he started to kiss his way down her neck, over her collarbone and shoulder, while sliding off her bra. Then he returned to her lips, the kiss hard and demanding, leaving her out of breath. An unexpected pain to her nipple made her jerk and shriek, her nails digging into Slade’s toned shoulders. He had pinched it, hard. Chuckling darkly, he put his lips to it, while grapping her wrists again and holding them over her head in one of his iron hands. Small sucks and kisses eased the pain, distracting her as he took off her panties. The sound of a zipper being pulled made her gasp and pull against his grip, but when he placed himself between her legs and rubbed against her, she followed his movement, more wet and ready than she realized. He slipped his free arm down under her thigh, letting it rest in the crook of his elbow, while holding her petite wrist in his hand. Doing the same with her other leg, he pinned her beneath him. He nipped and bit lightly at her earlobe, before biting down and thrusting into her at the same time.
The pain cut through her like a knife, and made her go rigid. Her pink lips opened in a silent scream, but no air or sound left her, as Slade tried to bury himself in her. Her walls closed tightly, almost painfully, around his member, making movement impossible. The man cursed low, and nuzzled his face into the young girl’s neck. With a husky voice, he purred;
“Breathe, little Gem…”
As the lithe sorceress took a shaky breath, forcing air down into her lungs, the villain moved swiftly. Snatching the opportunity, he forced his way in to the hilt.
“BASTARD!”
Slade smirked at the term. It wasn’t the first time he had been called that, not even during sex. Living up to it, he started moving, not giving the titan time to adjust.
Raven were in agony, the formerly oh-so-sweet burning now tearing her apart, drowning her in flames. She pulled at the large man’s grip, but his iron hands didn’t yield. The smallest of sobs escaped her and she twisted on the table. If it was the change in position, or her body accepting this new thing happening to it, Raven would never know, but suddenly a flash of pleasure washed over her. As another followed, she moaned and arced towards it, lifting her hips to meet Slade’s thrusts. The man growled appreciatively as the teen stopped struggling and instead worked with him.
“Uuuhh… Yes… More…,” she whispered.
The villain muttered at the transformation, enjoying the new passion the dark girl showed, basking in the knowledge that he was the first to make her feel that way. Taking and owning precious things was something Slade, who hated to settle, prized above all else. And right now, he could not think of anything more valuable than the virginity being stripped from the petite, curvy form under him. Pulling her wrists up, pinning them at the wall above the girl’s head, her legs still hooked over his arms, he made the lithe titan curl up. Raven frowned and made a dissatisfied sound. This way, she couldn’t do anything but take what he gave her.
Slade, ever the control freak, nipped the soft skin at her knee and smirked;
“Now, be a good girl,”
Before setting a fast pace, making the sorceress thrash and moan. The pleasure overwhelmed her, each thrust making the burning wash over her, turning her body into a torch of passion and need. It was so good, yet so frustrating. The flaming waves grew, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fast enough, and Raven couldn’t take it anymore. Small needy sobs eluded her, as the teen tried to make the man go faster. But her efforts didn’t have the wanted result.
Slowing down, making each thrust lazy and shallow, Slade rocked over her, making the girl almost cry in sweet misery. He knew what she wanted, and he would give it to her. For a price.
“Say it, tell me what you want,”
Like he wouldn’t have given it anyway, this slow rate was killing him, grinding on his self discipline, and made him throb with desire. But just a little longer…
“Please… Slade, please… I want more… God, faster!”
The plea was sweet music to his ears, and made his already too-large ego jump up a size. Ignoring the fact that the last was a command, for there were no way Slade would take orders from a titan, the man obeyed the plea, thrusting in fast and hard.
The slow pace, followed by the sensual assault of Slade giving it all he had, made Raven scream in delight, the flaming waves turning to tsunamis. Suddenly, she went up in flames of pure pleasure.
When the ripples of the teen’s orgasm surrounded him, the man felt her heat take him with her, and the villain got the unexpected experience of having the dark girl’s magic seize both of their culminations, throwing them back and forth between them, raising the burning to a glowing inferno.
Ecstasy. Bliss. The seventh Heaven or Hell. Who cared?
When Slade got his bearings back (or some of them, he was sure he had lost a small part of himself in Raven’s flames, but it was a small price to pay) the first thing he felt were said girl’s thighs quivering, one around his arm, the other at his shoulder. Chuckling, he let them slide down and ran a hand over them, purring;
“Good girl...”
The echo of his voice surprised him. Letting go of her delicate form, he turned around, taking a look at his lair. Rubble, gravel and ashes were all that was left of his equipment and material. Dumbfounded he took a step out in the now almost empty room. A faint smell of smoke and heat reached him, and realizing what had happen he leaped around, just in time to see Raven take a hold of her clothes and flashing him a beautiful cunning smile, before fazing through the wall and out of his range. The villain looked over his destroyed base, the weapons material he stole just a few days ago and many other things turned to dust. A fortune lost, but still he chuckled.
“Note to self: next time, her place.”
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Am I dead now? Was it any good? Oh, well, I had fun writing it… But plz review!
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