Alone & No lights

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor do I make any money from this fictional writing.

Robin said he was out patrolling. Cyborg either was finally getting some sleep or back in the living room TiVoing the shows he missed today due to whatever catastrophe required the Titans. Starfire was reliable - she was definitely asleep. She might speak in Tamaranese while she was sleeping, but her eyes were closed, and her body was resting comfortably.

You could never tell if Raven was meditating or asleep, after dark. Not that it mattered - either way, unless you were intentionally going out of your way to bug her, she wouldn't notice a thing - much less something several rooms away.

Beast Boy opened one eye, slowly reassuring himself as he rose up from his covers, looking around. Logic would say that there was no way anyone could see or hear him. Then again, he was a superhero - one gets used to thinking of unlikely situations for a while.

He neatly put his blanket to the side, and, blushingly, laid a hand down on his soft manhood, slowly rubbing it to life, now becoming semi-hard, and half its full potential. Beast Boy felt embarassed, even slightly guilty as he touched himself delicately with each finger. Most of his teammates considered him brutally honest - having no tact and often putting his foot into his own mouth. Which is why he felt guilty. He kept one secret from them.

Beast Boy was bisexual. And he felt such enormous attraction to his teammates, as if all their pheromones, testosterone and the like swarmed him every second he was in the tower. But he'd never show it. Robin had Starfire, Starfire had Robin. Cyborg was decidedly straight. And Raven...simply wasn't interested. He knew he could tell them about his orientation, and he would be accepted...but he feared awkwardness. Seperation. So he internalized his feelings.

Leaving him where he is every night, including this night. Groaning, touching himself, thinking of the heroes with olympian bodies that surrounded him. Their perfect builds, their sexy, charming personalities... all of it overwhelmed him when he could let out that lust at night. When it was just him and no one else.

Beast boy bit hard into his lip, grabbing his cock through the hole in his plain cotton black boxers. He released the bite, a small wisp of hot air escaping his lips, and a bead of sweat trailing down his smooth green back.

Who would be his object of desire first?

"Robin..." He whispered out, stroking himself again, a second hand playing with his stomach and navel as Beast Boy laid back on his bed.

Perfect Robin. Strong - but not too musclely. And confident, oh so very confident. Every word he let pass his lips could hold the group taut, as if personally grabbing each one of them.

"Hannnhh..." Beast Boy moaned out, now diving into his fantasies he held in the back of his head during the day. His ears twitched, and his mouth salivated in anticipation.

He imagined Robin's assertive hands gliding over, exploring every inch of his body. Making sure to find his sensitive spots - ear, stomach, butt and legs - before stripping him down, heightening the tension along with the pleasure with each long, drawn out second that Robin pushed himself against Beast Boy. Once the final piece of spandex was rolled off his petite body, Robin would push his head down, silently telling Beast Boy to return the favor two fold. To undo his pants - and to then suck Robin off.

He would eagerly comply, feeling his head lower, and his hands go to work, rolling clothing down, just enough so he could see Robin's cock. Beast Boy would not give himself long to enjoy the view, though - No, he saw himself immedieately opening his mouth up and diving on it, sucking on as much as he can get, his tongue wandering all over the member, spit washing over to make it easier for Robin to fuck his mouth.

"HNNH!" Beast Boy growled out into his empty room, fantasizing about Robin taking grip of his short, spiky hair, and forcing his mouth onto his cock over and over again.

Beast Boy squeezed his shaft hard and whimpered. His mind wandered onto another teammate.

Starfire. Everytime he fantasized about Starfire, he'd always think of something behind that bubbly, lovably unaware personality of hers. Something just a little more forceful. Not dark, but something...mean. Just a bit mean.

This time, he found himself rubbing hard and thinking of Starfire grabbing his costume, pulling him over, and shoving him over her knee. Then she would grin, that inkling of mischief on her face as their eyes met, his of concern and anticipation, hers composed of lust and punishment.

Each slap would turn his green skin into a sharp red. Each one would hurt delightfully, and each one would sting more than the last. This is because Beast Boy found himself imagining that starfire would turn her power on lightly to make the spanks hurt more, for the pain to last longer. What she was punishing him for didn't matter - so long as she was punishing him.

He squealed and groaned now, just like he would squeal and groan if Starfire was doing this deliciously twisted deed. He would say anything she wanted, do anything she asked, so long as she kept on hurting him good.

Beast Boy turned and flopped stomach down onto his bed, slipping his boxers off, and grinding his cock against the sheets covering the mattress.

Cyborg.

For Cyborg, there would be no talking. No foreplay. No buildup by delicate touching and sweet words whispered into eachother's ears. There would be a silent agreement between Beast Boy and Cyborg - and he would crawl onto the bed on all fours, pouting his shiny jade ass out, begging for attention. And Cyborg would give it. No 'Tell me you like it, slut', no 'Fuck me, Master...'.

Cyborg would just fuck Beast Boy's ass. As hard as he could. Leaving his body rapidly buckling against the bed, his tight, tiny hole being forced open wide. Beast Boy quickly enhanced the dream by sliding two fingers inside of himself, pumping in and out at a pattern, while he humped the bed a little forcefully, grinding his body against it.

And it would go on and on, relentlessly - Cyborg would fuck, Beast Boy would take it. Cyborg wouldn't even be satisfied after making both of them cum. No, Cyborg would keep it up until Beast Boy would have to be benched from any missions they had later that day.

Beast Boy squirmed, now sitting back up right on the bed, keeping his shaft and head in hand, feeling the cum build up inside of him, waiting for release.

One more fantasy. Raven.

Raven would swallow Beast Boy up. Utterly. Completely. She would wrap him up in shadows and leave him curious...was that a hand or a lip just on his cheek? What was making his entire body shiver and sweat so rapidly? She would descend upon him, make the shadows push into him while he pushed into her. Every nerve on his body would be lit up by the darkness and her cold, pale touch, contrasting with his bright, warm sweaty skin. And those nerve endings would light on fire as all of them were brought to the breaking point, each one being touch rapidly, his cock pressed into her accepting entrance, the shadows pressing at his back and his mouth, until -

Climax.

Beast Boy panted, red in the face, and slightly dizzy. He moaned again, catching his breath before raising his hand up to his face. It was covered in his gooey, warm seed.

He licked some of it up, and let it trickle down the back of his throat, wiping the rest off once it hit his gullet. He mumbled something incomprehensible to himself, smiled, and pulled the sheets and blankets back over him.

Beast Boy fell asleep, thinking of seeing his friends tomorrow morning.