DISCLAIMER:I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster teeth. This is a general warning: IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS SHIP DO NOT READ IT BECAUSE I AM SICK OF HAVING ABUSE HURLED MY WAY BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO LIKE THIS SHIP AND CHOOSE TO WRITE ABOUT IT. Ok so rant over, this is M rated, its gonna have sex, violence, swearing and other bad stuff but hey its a work in progress so it might not be that bad so... On with the story:
Prologue:
Roman groaned at the tightness around himself. He felt his body become jelly for a second, faltering his thrusts for only a second. His pattern and rhythm of thrusting went back to normal. He could feel the air nip at his skin, meaning he was naked. The sweat, he felt, rolled down his skin while making it glisten. His hair messy and drenched with sweat making it cling to his neck and face, covering some of his sight. The slight body underneath him withered in protest when he pulled back, stopping to tease. With a smug smirk, he shoved himself in the girl again. The moans and pants filled the air, the smell of sex heavy. He glanced down to see Red under him…then his eyes rolled back as he felt himself cum.
Roman's bright green eyes shot open at the sound of an alarm clock ringing. What a dream…what a wet dream. He hadn't had one of those in…well…since he was a teenager! What could cause him to lose control like that? And damn it! What was the ringing sound? He groaned and looked around. It was pure blackness except for the bright red numbers on his digital clock. It said it was three A.M! Looking around his bed, feeling a sudden surge of loneliness since it was cold, he found his cell phone. "Yes, what is it?" Despite sleepiness darkening his voice, making him mumble, his accent was thick.
The other person hesitated. "Uhh…sir? The men have retrieved the rest of the dust shipment and will be returning to base shortly" "Fine, I'll be down to meet you mutts shortly" He hung up, sat up, groaned. His head was hurting but that was no surprise considering the alcohol he had last night at Junior's club, in a redundant attempt to drink his wet dreams out, but he was comfortable despite the fact he hadn't changed out of his suit. Roman Torchwick sank back down on the bunk with a sigh, it had been 2 weeks since his chance encounter with Red down at Vale Docks and apparently it had a lasting effect on him. He would understand the one-off wet dream but the same one, every night for two weeks?! HELL NO. With a sigh, he stood up, made himself look presentable, grabbed his melodic cudgel and made his way to the main hall of the warehouse. As he made his way to the main hanger, he started thinking of ways of getting back at Red.
When he got down there, he grabbed the first white fang member he could see, an unlucky Faunus with brown cat ears, "You!" he barked. The agent cowered slightly, Roman had gained a reputation for having a harsh temper and occasionally took it out on any white fang member close to hand. "Me sir?" he whimpered "yes you idiot, I want you to find everything you can on the kids from the port. Kitty, the monkey boy, the android girl, and, especially, Red. I want their family, friends, school, everything! Got it?" "I-I don't know how…" The Faunus stuttered. Roman growled. He was sick of dealing with the White Fang. "Then get me someone who can!" and with that the Faunus run off with a tiny squeak. Watching the Faunus go, Roman gripped his walking cane tightly and narrowed his green eyes. Yes, he would find Red. And she would regret ever meeting him.