Nutvember Day 01 - Beast Boy & Damian [FanFic]

Author’s Note: Apokolips War has been retconned. Darkseid did something that insulted/enraged Perpetua, enough so that she not only made him watch as his entire Paradoom army was slaughtered, but also humiliated him by destroying all of his avatars and then reducing his true form back to a powerless Uxas before putting him out of his misery by making him cease to exist. If you think this story would be better with the “book ending” or “knowledge” of what happens in that movie then you are a sadistic asshole and I hate you.

Characters are the same age/appearance that they were in Apokolips War, just that movie has been retconned as per above disclaimer.

Ugh

What’s wrong with me?

Garfield Logan, known to the world as the Teen Titan ‘Beast ‘Boy’ as well as a podcaster and social media ‘influencer’, was not feeling so good. He was feeling hot not in the good sense, but in the bad sense. Laying in his bed at the Titans’ T-shaped tower, he groaned as he tossed and turned. His pointed elf-like ears twitched as sweat from what felt like a fever sprinkled from across his foread, as well as form the rest of his body for that matter. He could feel stains of it forming around the bed beneath his body, for instance. For lack of a better word, he felt like he was having a rather brutal fever.

Brutal enough that even if there was a mission to get done today, he doubted he would be able to particpate in it.

He hoped the rest of the titans would understand.

Gragh

He growled and whined, holding his sweaty forehead with one hand to feel how hot it was getting. The air conditoning in his room had already been turned up to maximum and still he felt like this. He didn’t seem to have any other symptoms so far, so he had no idea what was going on. Unless it was just a sudden fever, that’s all he could think of.

At least he was able to cut down on the heat by sleeping in the nude. Not only did the sheets feel oh so soft against his soft green skin and across his toned, slender superhero form but it also gave him some health benefits as well.

Did I eat a bad burrito last night or something?

He thought as his first assumption, though he soon remembered an important detail:

Wait, no, there weren’t any burritos last night.

Just pizza, but it was clearly fresh.

Unless I accidentally had a slice with pepporoni on it?

Ugh, what’s making me feel like this?

Tossing and turning for a few minutes more, he was in the middle of his prolonged agony when he heard a knock on his room’s door. As he immediately turned to the sound’s direction, the voice of who it was called out to him:

“Yo!” it was Jaime, his best friend and Blue Beetle, “Beast, we’re goin’ hang out at the carnival again, you comin’?”

Dang it, Bro

I am not in the mood at all…

“Nah” Garfield tried to make his voice sound normal, though even he could tell something was off, “I don’t feel too good right now, you guys go without me. You should do some team bonding with Donna and Conner anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure! Get goin’!”

“Alright, alright, was just askin’ dude!”, and with that Jaime took his leave from the door. Garfield couldn’t help but groan again, resting his head back on his pillow. He didn’t want to spend this day in bed, he honestly wanted to be out there doing something. There was just no way that would be happening with a fever like this. Even with a fan hitting him point blank at maximum speed, he still could feel this intense heat as though his emerald green skin was broiling in the fires of Hell.

This never happened to him before. Normally fevers weren’t this abnormal. Normally they didn’t just suddenly emerge the moment he woke up. Yet here he was, tossing and turning in bed feeling like he was going to die of heat stroke.

What’s going on…

At the very least the others seemed to be complying with his wishes and leaving him be. At least for now, anyone. That was another part of what he was feeling, he genuinely just wanted to be left to deal with this by himself at the moment. Damian, Conner, Jaime, Wallace, Donna, Raven, even Dick and Kori - he just wanted them to do their thing without him. There wasn’t much he could see them doing to help him anyway, they’d probably just tell him what he already knew. That he had a fever. Then he would just get the standard treatment and that’s that.

It’d be pointless.

Though still, without anyone to talk to or anything to do what was actually seconds or minutes felt more like hours if not an eternity.

Making things worse was that he could hear some commotion going on from outside. It was muffled due to being behind so many doors and walls, though he could still slightly make out some talking and the sounds of feet walking about. He assumed it was the others taking their leave from the tower without him. It didn’t help that it only made him feel worse.

Stupid fucking fever…

I wanna get some fresh air…

I wanna have some cotton candy…

I wanna ride a damn roller coaster…

I wanna rematch Damian at some DDR…

But I can’t. I’m stuck here. With this fuckin’ brutal ass fever. Can’t even update my Twirter.

This. Bites.

Garfield would have pouted, and tried to, though this blistering fever made him instead grit his teeth and resume tossing and turning instead.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, it was only a few moments after those thoughts passed fully through his mind that his desire for solitude was already ignored. After some muffled commotion outside, he heard the sound of his door opening. His eyes, previously shut tightly closed, opened as he heard the sounds of someone’s footsteps marching into his room. With this figure stopping at the foot of is bed, it wasn’t long before he heard a very familiar voice rudely snapping at him:

“Garfield, what is wrong with you, precisely?”

It was Damian. He could tell by the sound of his voice and his use of ‘adult’ words. Garfield groaned, trying to sheild his head with the blanket he was under.

He could hear Damian sigh.

“You don’t ordinarily stay in your room like this” the current ‘Robin’ said, “Just tell me what’s the matter with you at the moment and I’ll take my leave.”

Garfield rolled his eyes. Could’ve knocked first. But fine. Garfield would give him what he wants, just to be back to being left alone again. Sitting up and uncovering himself from the blanket, Garfield opened his mouth to let him know:

“Dude, it’s just a fe-” but then, something stopped him from saying the rest of his sentence. Something seemed to just grab onto his tongue as if to prevent him from speaking, yet of course nothing was actually doing any such thing. Instead, he just sat there staring at Damian with widened eyes.

His short, soft black hair. His smooth, clear light skin. His slim, toned body; it certainly had grown since the first day the boy showed up at the tower, and to his credit so did Gar. But the point was that it didn’t help that Garfield could see the outlines of Damian’s pecs and abs from the other side of that red suit of his, the one with the hooded cape extending out from behind. The one with those tight black leggings. The ones that showed perfectly Damian’s plump, round ass if one could lift the cape for just a few moments.

Once the mental imagery of Damian’s naked form entered his mind, Gar seemed to fall into a trance. That was all he could think of. What Damian’s exposed pecs would look like. What Damian’s exposed ass looked like. How tight that puckered up, no doubt virgin, hole would be. What it would feel like to stuff his smart ass mouth with a fully hardened cock.

He practically had a stream of drool pouring from his mouth; as well as a rapidly growing bulge from a certain appendage down below.

He didn’t even process that Damian himself had taken notice of this and approached him, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Garfield? Beast Boy? What were you trying to say?” the boy wonder asked, though received no answer. Being ignored like that irritated him, resulting in him angrily grumbling beneath his breath about it. “If this is one of your so-called ‘jokes’ I suggest you cease your little ‘performance’ now.”

Gar still din’t budge. He was too busy having rather explicit thoughts. Damian, not knowing that, just groaned of frustration and turned away. Heading for the door, he said to his team mate:

“Very well, I’ll return with the others later. Suit yourself.

Damian’s cape smacked Gar’s face just a bit when the boy wonder turned around so sharply. It wasn’t hard enough to leave any mark at all, but it managed to be enough that it ‘smacked’  the shape shifter out of the pornographic trance he’d been in. Shaking his head and wiping the drool from his mouth, Garfield was able to see Damian just about to reach the door to his room again. Just about to leave Gar’s sight as the door opened for him to walk through.

Normally, Garfield would have just let him go. That is, if he had been feeling one hundred percent normal though. At this moment though, Garfield wasn’t. Instead, he ended up getting out of his bed and lunging himself towards Damian like that of a predatory cat.

The boy wonder had just managed to turn around and prepare that staff of his for combat when he and Garfield clashed, though they still managed to end up on the floor of the hall just outside of the room Damian trying to shove Beast Boy off of him with his feet as well as keeping him back with his staff to the green boy’s neck. Gar meanwhile had his face locked in a state of seemingly hungry snarls and growls, Damian’s response being quite understandable as he shouted:

“I was just in the process of leaving your room, you impatient imbecile!”

Gar was seemingly unphased by Damians’ comments or by his struggling, only responding:

“I don’t want you to leave, I want you-” that was when Damian managed to successfully kick the naked green boy to the door of his room. Standing up with his staff out and ready for combat, he kept his eyes completely fixated on the green one as he spoke to him firmly:

“You’re going to do something I want. You’re going to back into your bedroom and wait until the others get back so we can see what is the matter with you. I don’t know if it’s Trigon’s doing or not, but something clearly warrants further investigation!”

Beast Boy couldn’t help but laugh at that remark.

“If I was possessed by Trigon, wouldn’t I be red and have four eyes?”

Damian then made a mistake. Seeminly assuming Gar had returned to normal, he let his guard down and became less tense - lowering his arms as well as his staff as he responded:

“I suppose you have a point on tha-”

Garfield seized his chance and grabbed the staff with his own two hands. Damian was caught off guard by this and fought with him for it, only for Beast Boy to shift his arms into that of a far more muscular gorilla’s and quickly pull it away from him. Chucking it like a spear to the other side of the hall.

Damian instinctively reached for his utility belt, though this action was too slow for him to get any use out of. Within moments Garfield shifted his arms back to human form and grabbed Damian himself by his collar, shoving him up against the wall with all the beastly strength he could muster. Before Damian could even use the bat-a-rang he pulled out he was met with two green hands squeezing tightly his bubbly ass while two fang canines sunk into the side of his neck. The rang ended up on the floor, useless.

“Gah-G-Garfield!” Damian shouted, certainly having not expected this, “What are you doing!” he tried to pull Garfield off, his hands pushing on Gar’s shoulders while his legs kicked and squirmed. Though this only made the hands on his ass squeeze even more, and so Damian’s face just got redder and redder. “Get off of me!”

Still, perhaps Beast Boy should at least answer the whining teen. Removing his mouth and teeth from Robin’s neck, he looked up to the blushing and heavily breathing mess and said to him the first thing he thought to say:

“Dude, you got a real bubble butt, ya know that?”

Damian looked at Gar’s grinning face with the most flabbergasted and also embarrassed expressions the green one had ever seen. It was actually quite adorable, in all honestly. Still, the moment of silence passed and Damian responded with a flustered yet still audibly angry grunt:

“Get. Off. Of. Me.”

“Let me touch it just a little bit more~” Gar mused, yet again nuzzling his face close to Damian’s chin, and then grinding his body closer to him. As Damian turned his head away, continuing to futily push himself off, Garfield stuck out his tongue and licked the entire side of Damian’s cheek just in time for a ripping sound to be heard. Damian yet again froze in place, knowing full well that Gar’s perverted hands had just ripped a whole right through his leggings. What’s more, he could feel the tip of an incrdibly large, throbbing green cock right at his ‘doorstep’ so to speak, flapping gently across it and the skin of his ass cheeks.

As if he finally began to realize what was happening, the next thing he said to Garfield were still clearly uncomfortable but at least more calm:

“Garfield, do you happen to be, in heat right now?”

“Me? In heat?” Garfield was actually in disbelief about that. Such a thing was for females, wasn’t it? He certainly didn’t qualify. “I’m not a female, dude.” he said while continuing to hungrily grope Damian’s plump cheeks, and also licking Damian’s face in the slowest way possible.

“First of all, no it isn’t. Even male animals have certain, behaviours, when it’s their mating season. Even if it’s not referred to as ‘being in heat’.” Damian clarified, “Second of all, do you have an intense desire to engage in sexual intercouse right now.”

“Okay yes I do.”

Damian then let out a sigh, shaking his head. He essentially realized what had to be done in order to get Garfield back to normal, and so the next time he turned to his green skinned team mate the words out of his mouth were as such:

“Very well then, I give you my consent.”

“Oh?”

I’m not an idiot. I know what he means.

I just wanna hear him say it a little, better.

“I just gave you my consent, get it over with, Beast Boy” Damian didn’t take the bait that easily, “Or are you trying to make this something that the entire team walks in on?”

“Hey, now that’s a thought.” Garfield smirked as he tore the hole in Damian’s leggings a bit wider. Damian growled a bit in response, exclaiming:

“Just. Do. It.”

Come now D. Say what ‘it’ is.

“Do what?” Garfield was horny, but messing with Damian was just too irresistible. Especially with him in this particular situation. Still, he did finally get the boy wonder to submit defeat:

“Just start ‘fucking’ me already before I-”

With a cheeky smirk Garfield leaned in and planted a wet kiss right onto Damian’s lips, grinding his body and pushing both of them up further against the wall in the process of doing so. Damian’s masked eyes widened as he had not been expecting such a move, but seeing as how Garfield’s tongue ramming into his lips repeatedly was rather annoying he did soon enough loosen up and let the green boy into his mouth. Their tongues seemed to quite like throwing a ‘party’ in there, so to speak. Damian’s legs even calmed too, settling for wrapping themselves around Garfield’s back while one hand cupped Garfiel’ds head, the other his shoulder.

Awwwww

I think he likes me~

Can’t wait to make him scream my name~

Indeed this sweeter, submissive side of Damian was something he’d never seen before. He almost didn’t want to ruin it, but he really needed to make a proper ‘bitch’ out of him.

Speaking of which, Damian himself began making many muffled sounds as he both enjoyed dancing and tangling his tongue with Beast Boys, but also had something he wanted to say. As much as he liked making out with the son of Batman, Garfield had to be polite and break the kiss to at least let him speak:

“What is it, bubble butt?”

Damian ignored the ‘pet name’ choice and got straight to the point:

“Before you enter me, be sure to...prepare, me first. For both your sake and mine.”

“Awww, see?” Garfield smiled and gave Damian a quick peck on the lips, “We do make a good couple~”

“So if I  didn’t say anything you would have-”

Damian was interrupted because without warning, he was thrown to the ground, specifically onto his stomach. Since the floor wasn’t carpet, it wasn’t the nicest of landings though not the worst either. As he got up though, just as he got onto his knees to be exact, he could feel Gar positioning himself behind him. Garfield with a lick of his lips put a hand on Damian’s back and quickly made him lean his front forward so that his plump ass was up in the air; he made sure to quickly shove the cape out of the way too.

He then admired what was before him.

Damian’s ass.

It was about as plump as two perfectly bred melons, rounded to perfection and just as much smooth all around. He could even see through the ripped hole in the pants the tightly puckered up hole. The ver thing that made him lick his lips in the first place. From just looking at it sitting there before his eyes he could tell it was untouched, untamed, and also so very vulnerable right now. Then right beneath it was a throbbing hard cock with the boy wonder’s cute twin balls. He could tell it was at full mass from just looking at the buldge in Damian’s tights, and that it begged for sweet release.

He gave it what it needed, just flat out tearing ‘bubble butt’’’s tights clean off. Damian gasped at this, seeing as how he certainly felt the ensuing breeze. But it wasn’t like he would be needing them tonight.

It did let Gar see Damian’s full size. He was about 4 inches long and 7 inches thick, with his dick being uncut. He certainly made up for his lack in size with girth, at least. Though still, Gar looked down and placed a hand on his cock just to stroke it a bit, making sure it was still hard. He had a solid 6, almost 7 inches on him and was just as thick as he was long. He couldn’t help but rub this in as he saw his flustered bottom was looking back to see what he was doing:

“Looks like I’m the bigger man after all, bubble butt~” he cooed, slapping Damian on the ass just to hear him hold back a squeal.

“Garfield, just, just rim me already.”

“Garfield just smirked, and dug straight in. Once he did though, there was no going back. His tongue barged into Damian’s hole like a freight train and once it was in that that was it. Both of his hands slapped Damian’s ass cheeks as Garfield let out a moan of euphoric pleasure. His eyes rolling back as all he could think about was how tight that hole was clasping around his tongue. Damian meanwhile started gasping, tilting his head back as this was indeed the first time something remotely resembling a tongue had been up there. He wasn’t expecting to like this as much as he did.

His hands and fingers twitched while on the floor, while Gar’s fixated on groping his ass, keeping those cheeks spread so Gar could stay up close and personal with the whole. Gar was deep enough that his chin was pressed against Damian’s ball sack, and his nose was touching close to Damian’s soft skin as well.

Soon, Gar became entranced enough he started using his shapeshifting just to force his tongue to travel deeper down the hole. It drove Damian to the edge, even the boy who claimed he could climb a mountain at age four  was starting now to break a few sweats.

“Beast Boy…” he moaned, “Fuck..I...deeper…”

Now he really did admit defeat.

“Deeper, Beast Boy….keep going deeper!”

Beast Boy for once listened and complied to everything Damian told him to. For once, the two could honestly agree on something.

Damian just couldn’t help himself. He was practically moaning like he was a common whore in a matter of seconds, clearly he had no prior experience. Still, Garfield made sure to spoil him and tend to his desires with that tongue of his. He could go as deep as Damian wanted, and didn’t mind one bit.

He honestly could have eaten Damian’s ass out for hours if not days. But his dick was getting restless. He wasted enough time with all that chit chat, it was throbbing and practically pulsating up a storm now. It wanted in. It new Damian’s hole was more than prepared, his tongue was just being greedy at this point.

Damian would just have to like it. Which Gar knew he would.

Though of course, he was in the middle of letting out another moan of dazed pleasure when Garfield did pull out, which resulted in an equally dazed complaint of sorts:

“Ahhhhh, ahhh, Gar..ahh, why did...why did you just stop?”

Chuckling, Garfield gave that ass another spank for that stupid question. Should be said there was a visible handprint on that particular cheek by now with how long it’d been smacked and groped for.

“Silly bubble butt” Gar removed, using one hand to spread Damian’s cheeks wide and the other two carefully aim his cock straight for the bullseye, “You know why.”

Damian quieted down at that point. He bit his lips even, seeing as how soon he felt the tip of Garfield’s cock pressing against his hole. It was a strange feeling, something for which he had no comparison. Yet it was what he had been waiting for. He knew this moment was come, and like a proper boy wonder he closed his eyes and braced for impact, clenching his fists tightly into a fist just as Garfield grabbed his hips and shoved his way in.

Having about 7 inches of green shape shifting cock slam into you so fast was of course, not a good way to keep oneself quiet.

“Gar!” Damian cried out, his eyes widening hard and his tongue sticking out as he felt the full length of Garfield inside of him. His tight hole clasping around his partner’s entire length, Gar’s hands clenching at his hips, their thighs and balls both touching, and just looking back and seeing the drooling, grinning green dork that was behind and inside of him. He certainly looked like a dork, but in this moment to Damian he was quite a hunk instead.

Damian hardly had the time to even collect his thoughts before the thrusting began. All he could do was moan and whine with each individual thrust that his top made. Gar meanwhile, just plowed and pounded away. He’d been waiting for this for so long.

Fuck he’s tighter than I thought he would be!

And he’s moaning like such a sexy slut right now I love it!

I knew all he needed was someone to loosen him up a little!

There wasn’t any wasting of time. Garfield was not going gentle or slow just because Damian never took it up his ass before. He went all in on that ass. It wasn’t getting any special treatment. That hallway and all of the rooms connected to it were filled with the sounds of their skin slapping together accompanied by Damian’s loud moaning and whining, usually followed by Gar’s own huffing and puffing.

Gar was honestly happy that the others left not because he didn’t want them to see this, but actually because he wouldn’t want to have to bite them for trying to separate him from his ‘bubble butt’.

Judging by how Damian had just been reduced to a moaning slut with his tongue perpetually out and drooling on the floor as he looked back over to Gar with the most adorable, longing eyes, it was clear Damian was quite attached as well.

Gar didn’t know if he believed most of what Damian claimed about his childhood feats, but his ass certainly was able to take the pounding without complaint. Not once did it reject Gar’s cock, and not once did it stray far from position. The cheeks jiggled with how bubbly round they were, but Damian kept his ass firmly in place so it could take the full brunt of Gar’s cock. All inches of it both length and girth.

It took a good while, but he wanted it now just as much as Garfield did.

And whatever Damian wants, he tends to get.

“Ngh! Fuck! Fuck yeah!” Garfield grunted as he pumped himself into Damian like that of a piston into the ground, “Your ass is handling me well, bubble butt!”

“Hnngh” Damian whined, winching before managing to respond properly, “Because it’s well trained.”

Garfield with a smirk spanked Damian’s sweet ass after that remark, making another quip of his own:

“Oh it will be now!”

Garfield just pounded and thrusted away at Damian’s tight hole for what felt like hours. Even to Damian, who normally kept track of time down to the second. Even he didn’t know for how long he had actually been taking that dick. They knew it was likely only a very long session of minutes, but it certainly felt like a lengthy period of hours to them. Even so, they would not have regretted a single second of them either way, this was clearly something both of them had been needing for more than just this one night.

“I could fuck your ass for days, bubble butt!” Garfield huffed, gritting his teeth as he could feel in his balls the climax slowly brewing, “Heat or no heat!”

“Ahh, nnngh, ohhh” Damian whined and moaned, his chin wet from all of the drool it’d been splashing into, “I give you permission to do that!”

“Fucking hell yes! Ahhh!”

“Ohhhh!”

“Damian!”

“Garfield!”

“I’m gonna blow!”

“W-w-wai-”

Garfield just couldn’t hold it. With one final thrust he made his way as deep into Damian was he could, and let his steaming hot cum flow out of his cock; all over the inside of Damian’s tight, recently broken into hole. As he did, he let out a sigh of great relief. Damian had much the same reaction, at first his eyes were wide with shock but soon turned into a relaxation when the cum started pouring in. He shuddered a bit at first, but he quickly grew to adore the feeling. Hell, he even came onto the floor with his own dick, which in turn made his ass clasp even tighter around his green top’s dick.

It didn’t change how big the load of cum was though.

It was definitely the biggest and most gushing load Garfield ever busted, and he was no stranger to busting loads. He didn’t time it or anything, but perhaps due to his being in heat he had a lot of built up cum in his system, it pumped in Damian for about a minute as far as he could tell - and in several mighty big gushes as well.

Which of course meant once Gar plopped himself out and leaned onto his partner as they both slumped entirely to the floor, Damian’s ass was leaking quite profusely. Not that either of them cared. Garfield just rubbed his hands  and fingers along Damian’s chest and nibbled gently on his ear, while Damian let out a soft smile for once and enjoyed the treatment. With both of them recovering their breaths, they engaged in some small talk:

“I see now why they really call you ‘Beast’ Boy.” Damian remarked, Garfield softly chuckling at his little joke.

“Heh, and look in the mirror to see why I call ya bubble butt~” Garfield nuzzled softly to Damian’s cheek, kissing it with his mouth before long. That’s when Damian turned to him and asked a somewhat more serious question:

“So, are you all better now?”

“Well I certainly don’t feel like I’m dyin’ of heat stroke anymore. If you mean desire to fuck you though, hm, do you wanna be mates for life or a one time thing.”

Damian took his time to think about that question before answering it, and the answer he gave was in all honesty expected of him:

“I respect your right to love who you want but if your penis was inside any other hole I can not promise you a positive response.”

“Heh, thought you might say that~” Garfield gave his lips another peck at that moment, with Damian being quite receptive. Though there was still something else the son of Batman wanted to say, and he was not shy about saying it:

“Now, go back to your room.”

“Huh” Gar raised a brow, confused. Damian continued on ignoring it:

“Sit on your bed, and wait for me.”

“Um, for what?”

“Your dick needs to be cleaned, and your tongue would not do it at a satisfactory level.”

“Oh” Garfield grinned, knowing exactly what Damian meant with no translation required, “Well, I’ll be meetin’ ya there!”

As Garfield rushed off to his room and complied to Damian’s orders, and Damian walked in after him, both of them seemed to forget that regardless of the fact the others were out that there were still cameras in the hall which captured everything they just did. Whether or not they would be talked to about it though is something that would be decided on quite a different day.