AN: Another commissioned story of some evil Cinder with some equally evil and saucy Yang tearing it up at Junior's bar. I adding them killing the Twins for shits and giggles. If you would like to commission a story like this from me, please PM me, any ship, any fandom. Enjoy!


The Syndicate

"You know Yang, you've got some moves for sure," Cinder hissed as she shook her hips and swayed, her mouth as close as she could get it right next to her date's ear so the blonde could hear. "You're making me want to rip those shorts from off of you."

The blonde dragon smiled back, holding the taller raven haired flame close at her waist. They swayed together, in time and in a lucid and water like motion with the ebb and flow of the beat. In perfect harmony as their hips shook and their chests pressed together. Arms were draped overheads and on shoulders; the green and red lights of the dance floor passed over them, like a wave of splendid euphoria. The heat they were both radiating, the immense heat, blended with the huge cache of it emanating from the rest of the massed bodies in the small space. Pulsating rhythms and thumping beats made their hearts race.

Cinder smiled, her beautiful lips grinning upwards in a devilish curl, even revealing her sparkling white teeth. The beat and music were sliding and coursing through her and the sight of the fiery and lust blonde, with her full chest almost popping out of her crop top were slowly rubbing and nudging all the pleasurable centers of the raven-haired beauty's mind. She gave Yang a look, eying her up and down and admiring the devilish blonde's outfit. It was alluring, to say the least.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight Yang," Cinder told Yang, right up to her ear again with her seductive and sultry voice, her lips curling as she spoke over the dip in volume in the music. The beat kept up, however, pumping more and more ecstasy and a fluid and natural high into them. Yang looked back at Cinder, the taller and illustrious woman in her long and bloody dress with the flaming accents. How short it was, clipped at far above the knees and giving Yang a certain view of her bare thigh.

If Cinder was wearing anything underneath the dress, Yang certainly couldn't tell.

The blonde came closer, so closer to Cinder as the beat heightened and the masses on the dance floor yearned for touch. Yang felt it too and reached for her date's arm, bring it down to meet her thigh that was rising up Cinder's leg. Yang's gloved right hand reached around, gripping at the firm and also the soft rear of the raven haired and smoky woman, the dragon's mouth smiling with a toothy grin, evil with lust and desire almost. Cinder didn't mind, of course, she didn't. She wanted it too, wanted to feel the soft and toned muscle of Yang's inner and under thigh, to feel her firm and strong shoulder as her other hand slithered over it.

Instinctively, Cinder's teeth were bored, almost fang-like, and she nibbled just a little on Yang's jaw, pressing herself and her voluminous chest upon the dragon's and holding her so close. "Shit," Yang let out in a sharp and breathy intake, feeling the sudden contact from Cinder's spicy lips. But the dark flame did not stop, she lowered her lips down, holding Yang by her back and taking her in for a slight dip as she kissed her neck intimately and bit down, sinking her teeth deeply, very deeply, into the singing flesh of her partner.

Cinder bit down, down so hard it almost rose above the spike in euphoric pleasure Yang was receiving to almost hurt. But it was sublime, even as the dragon lowered her aura purposefully and allowed Cinder to bite into her like some mythical creature hell bent on sucking her dry. Yang could feel another wash of pleasure when she felt the space of her neck open up and crack, and she felt herself draw blood. Cinder drew it up, sucking on the area and tasting the redness. It wasn't that bad, not at all for it to hurt the lusty blonde.

It was what they did, and Yang's body, not just her neck, was already hiding marks where Cinder had bit into her and marked her, the dragon did the same to Cinder, however, hers were all contained to one area that only she could see. Cinder's thighs and crotch.

"So, darling," Cinder asked Yang, or began to ask as she held her closer, and as Yang lapped up at Cinder's jaw now, returning the favor and slipping her hand slowly down her midriff. The dragon was heated for sure, the room temperature and all the play Cinder had given her catching up and making a wanton structure of blonde hair and flame. "Shall we light this place up and head home? Something tells me you can't take much more of me not touching you," the raven-haired temptress teased again, running the slender tip of her index finger along the blonde's jaw.

The blonde let out a wince, her whole body shuddering as she moved her lips all over Cinder's neck, wanting her to subside the plans and just let Yang please her."Ah, Cinder come on! Let's just stay here and touch?" Yang suggested, a little submissive compared to the mastermind who was holding her.

Amber eyes flared and Cinder curled her lips again, pulling gently at the blonde mane of Yang's hair. She pressed her index to her plump lips and simply grinned before she pressed a deep and passionate, mixing kiss into her dragon, opening her eyes and looking to the bar. She saw the Twins, her loose ends and smiled s she kissed Yang.

"Sorry my love, but we do it now," she told her partner, a little forcefully as she looked back to her and then back to the Twins. There was no way they did not see and remember who Cinder was. "That way we can touch here and not be disturbed at all baby, would you like that?" Cinder asked as if hypnotizing the blonde. Whatever Yang did, however, was completely of her own volition, including all of the legally ambiguous activities, such as theft, such as assault, such as the mild terrorism that they were about to commit. She did it because it was fun, and because she had almost nothing else to do having entered Beacon when she had the accident. This was her life, and she loved it.

The blonde relented and dipped herself as if dancing an intimate and lusty foxtrot with her partner in crime. "Anything for the Cin-dicate," Yang winked, proud of her obvious pun.

Still, Cinder maintained her smile. She sometimes had a laugh with the busty blonde's puns, whenever they poked fun at the stuff they were getting involved in. The taller woman looked up to the Twins again, who were heading for the exit and her eyes flared up to the full flame. Yang followed her glare, and her eyes flared up too, a brighter flame of the power within her. "Shall we babe?" Yang asked with an evil smile, not even looking at Cinder, just yelling over the music.

Both Maidens smiled and soon went to work lighting up Junior's bar, quite literally, blasting the draped with flame, shooting off arrows and shotgun flare blasts to destroy the establishment utterly. The Twins tried to escape but were too late, they were caught in the onslaught and didn't last long. They were done before they knew it and had committed arson, assault, damage to private and personal property and most likely a bunch of other offenses in the space of fifteen minutes.

Then they stood, in the middle of the burning bar, people running from the scene.

Yang reached over to the bar itself, leaning over to not only give Cinder a great view of her shimmering rear from the mild layer of sweat but also to reach back and grab two bottles. One was vodka and the other whiskey. She didn't want the night to end.

"So Cinder," Yang called over the rippling flames, setting the bottles close to them. "What are you doing after the dance?" She asked in a sarcastic tone, a smile on her lips and a haze of orange smoke poking through the flames of her eyes. Her joke was one the other maiden enjoyed very well and unleashed a rather manic chuckle as they bridged the gap and took each other in a passionate and steamy kiss, arms draping over each other and slipping everywhere. Cinder held Yang's thigh and brought her leg up again, kissing her relentlessly.

"Well, I had a thought… Maybe we keep the party going?" Cinder asked, and both of them laughed, all as the bar burned around them. But they were not burnt at all, they were made of fire, the pair of them. They were fireproof.