Crystal Fire
Weiss was lying in her bed, feeling depressed. Her crystal meth supplies (what? Did you really think Weiss got her powers from dust crystals? Hell no, that bitch is on meth 25/8) from her father were running late. Either that or once again faunus had decided to hijack another train looking for dust. While it worked out well for her family as the crystal meth she used was basically lethal for every life form besides herself, she was such an addict that without it regularly, she'd end up in a pretty bad state. Plus, Ruby basically force fed the team cookies, and while Blake and Yang had retardedly high metabolisms, she maintained her hourglass figure through her constant drug use. Because that's the American way. Even though she lived in Vale and had never heard of America. But yeah, in general Weiss's day was not looking up.
Unfortunately for Weiss, but fortunately for all the pervs who enjoy a good slashfic, her day was about to get weird.
To start this off, Yang punched the door in. While one expect this to destroy the door completely, Yang had done this so many times before that the team had invested in a far sturdier door frame that was able to withstand this abuse. However, it still made a loud slamming noise, which drove Weiss's headache to the migraine level. To make matters worse, Yang proceeded to drop something on the floor and turn on all the lights in the room. Weiss closed her eyes and moaned in pain.
"Oh Weiiiiiiis," Yang said cheerily, "You got a package from your daddy."
Weiss crawled off her bed and slowly stood up, gingerly opening her eyes. Finally her drugs were here. Other details, such as how Yang was wearing nothing besides her gauntlets, how the package was already open with several baggies removed, and how the door had been locked behind Yang, then made even more secure with a dresser placed in front of it were irrelevant to the addict girl. She reached for the drugs like a zombie, only for her to be pushed against the wall by Yang.
"Not quite sweetie. You're gonna have to work for those." Yang had a weird look in her eyes, and Weiss was finally noticing the lack of clothes on her roommate.
"Yang… Where's your skirt? And other clothes? And- oh god you're actually naked what the actual hell is going on here I'm too sober to deal with this shit give me my drugs" Weiss tried to struggle against the taller girl's hold, to absolutely no avail.
"Weiss, Weiss, Weiss," Yang chuckled, "You're a bad girl. And bad girls who don't share their sweets with their besties have to be punished."
"Fine whatever just give me my drugs I'm dying over here." Weiss was still out of it, but there was a feeling in the back of her head that was telling her that things were about to get really bad.
Yang smiled evilly, then lifted up her gauntlet on her left hand, keeping her right firmly pressed into Weiss's chest. She revealed a mark where either she had repainted or burned some substance. And since Weiss wasn't completely out of it, she instantly realized what Yang had done. "You smoked some of it?"
"You got some strong shit here Weiss. I always wondered how a pretty girl like you was able to fight monsters and now I know. Well, for the next few hours you're going to be playing with a new monster." Yang paused, then grabbed another pinch of meth and lit it up quickly, inhaling all of the smoke and vapor, "And by a new monster I mean my vag and boobs. In case that wasn't clear."
Weiss moaned, not for the last time this night. Today was not her day.
To be continued…
Since I decided I'm writing this story shounen style expect numerous pauses in the middle of sex/fight scenes and way too many monologues in the middle of a fight.
That was a joke.
Probably.