A/N: This takes place between the japan arc in the anime and Roberta's blood trail OVA. I use both references from the anime and manga as a symbiotic creation when building this Black Lagoon Fanfiction. Speaking of which this is also my very first time dipping into the writing pool for Black Lagoon. I am madly in love with Rock and Revy, and probably have read most if not all fanfictions for this damn pairing. I will do my very best to keep things cannon, In-character and whatnot. Let's get my sea-legs!

This is a practice in Fluff and in one shots(WHICH I FAILED AT!), along with as usual improving my writing style. I picked Black Lagoon for my "Fluff" practice because it would be difficult, Go big or go home, right?

As usual constructive criticism is always appreciated and reviews are a blessing. I am always happy to respond to emails or pms. Otherwise please just enjoy~

Black Lagoon: Hot Blooded

Written by TWaffle

Edited By I. Yerkinov

"Did you sample the goods?"

Prologue


The airplane touched the ground with great anticipation, Dutch and Benny had been relieved upon their arrival. Work without their primary enforcer, did not pay out as well as the jobs they were currently taking on. Getting both Rock and Revy home from Japan and through customs had taken longer than anyone liked. Even so, the mood upon seeing their comrades disembark from the airliner was dampened upon seeing Revy, limping off the aircraft on crutches. Dutch's dark features grew darker as his hand landed on the young businessman's shoulder. "I believe I was pretty clear about the two of you coming back, not completely maimed." Rock's face fell. He knew this was his responsibility. "What the Fuck happened to you two.?" Rock slumped forward as Revy limped over to her comrades grinning like a wildcat. The Japanese man swallowed hard, this was not going to end well for him.

"I'll tell ya, Dutchy!" Her hand slapped her partner on the back, knocking the wind from his chest. Dutch's eyes shifted from one to the other carefully. "This little tiger here…." Revy stifled a laugh, leaning slightly forward on her crutch. "Get this Dutchy!..." She huffed, hardly able to contain herself. "Get this!" she slapped her good knee, allowing a hearty laugh to bust through her lips. The large black man folded his arms, clearly unamused. The gunslinger, ignoring her boss' agitation continued her giggling. "Hero boy here" She thumbs toward her Japanese companion. "Got his dumbass kidnapped by a FUCKING TEENAGE HIGHSCHOOL GIRL!" The young woman collapsed laughing into the nearest chair. Rock's shoulders dropped and sighed as Dutch ran his fingers over his smooth scalp, Benny lifted a finger to his lips and stifled a laugh.

"That's pretty bad Rock." The large man walked behind his subordinate and tousled his shaggy black hair. "If you're not gonna carry a gun, at least try not to be a burden either, please." The shine on Dutch's round-rimmed glassed swiveled around to the direction of his usual trouble maker. His large knuckles grazing the edges of his pants. "Revy!" Her throat caught, and the laughter ceased. "What in the hell happened to you?" Dutch took a step forward eliciting another scowl from his gunman. "Get Whitman fever again and cut loose, Two-Hands?" The young woman spat to the side of the chair, eyes darkening. Bared teeth, Revy coiled tightly in her chair preparing to strike back.

Rock stood forward, jumping between them, faster than itchy fingers could draw upon the weapons they each had holstered. "Dutch…." The young man's head dropped, dark hair covering his expression. Both pirates paused and directed their attention at the young man. "Dutch, her injury…..it, it was my fault." Revy snorted indignantly and looked away, folding her legs, being careful to not brush over her bandage. Rock's lower lip trembled. "I brought her with me, I made her come on my stupid mission to save someone who didn't want to be saved." His voice cracked, as he balled his fists so tightly, veins appeared in his arms. "I…..I went against her wishes, Dutch." He choked. Sneering, Revy did all she could to look anyway but at her partner. Emotions like this made her uneasy, it was not something she was good at handling. The war vet folded his arms and adjusted his wide stance. "But, Dutch! She stayed…..She stayed with me! Even when I got kidnapped." His arms began to quiver. "She was forced to fight, Genji…...that Humongous, monster mobster. He could cut a bullet in half...in half, Dutch." He wiped his tears on his arm as Revy twitched uncomfortably in her chair. "He, He….He almost killed her…." The Gunslinger's face flushed red as she stood tentatively to her feet. This was enough, this was ridiculous.

Her fingers wrapped around the small chair she had been sitting on. "Fuck." She swiveled on her left leg and swung the chair at her partner. "Stop fucking crying already! You feel so fucking bad, pay me and pay to fix my goddamn boys!" Dutch quickly deflected the sloppy throw. The chair's leg broke off as it collided into the cement floor, causing Benny and Rock to jump in opposite directions. The redhead huffed, grabbing her crutch and hobbled off pouting muttering something that sounded like "limp-dick pussy". Dutch knelt, grabbing up the broken chair leg. There was something clearly more to this. Perhaps sending them on solo missions was not the best of ideas, at least until they get their shit together.

..

It had only been a few weeks since their return from Japan, Balalaika hadn't wasted any time putting the Lagoon company to use again. The Triad did the best they could to keep things running while she was away, but the city of the dead seemed to miss her finesse. There was much to do since the chaos of her absence, but things were slowly becoming the mess they usually were. The money was still good and Roanapur was still the same shitpool it always was.

Revy flopped herself onto the old couch, releasing a cloud of dust from the old ragged cushions. Her fingers drew up one of Benny's magazines from the side table. "So Dutchy, what's the rush today?" She cringed. Wrinkling her nose suppressing a sneeze and thumbed open the well-read girly magazine. "What's this job big sis has for us?" Her eyes skipped over the articles and glanced over the mostly nude models on the pages. The African American man leaned into the back of the couch gripping the cushion edge with his right hand, rubbing the back of his head with the left. A nervous tick, he could never seem to get rid of over the years. Rock entered the room clutching a small tea cup and sat in the small dilapidated chair across from his partner, with Benny next to him, beer in hand. The crew, apart from the gunslinger focused in on their captain, anxiously waiting for the information on their next job.

"Well…" He paused watching his only female employee feign disinterest, analyzing the girly magazine from alternate angles, with indeterminate expressions painting her face. "Miss Balalaika has a job for us to pick up a new cook on Ko Bi Da Nok Island, along with a hefty shipment of powder." Dutch cleared his throat and slid his hands into his pockets and glanced over back at Revy. Benny and Rock looked to each other, then also began baring down on the petulant woman. The glances tossed between them spoke novels, clearly everyone was thinking the same thing. Feeling everyone's eyes now bearing down upon her she tossed Benny's magazine irreverently to the side and glared back.

The hair on the back of her neck began to bristle. "WHAT!?" Her teeth bore with as much venom as her tone. "Y'ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME?" The young computer geek scrambled to recover his now damaged "collectable" girly magazine. Her dark eyes shifted from one target to the next, trying to decide which to take on first. "IF YA GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, BETTER FUCKIN' SAY IT!" Dutch aware of her predatory behavior, cleared his throat and considered his words carefully.

"This mission could be dangerous, and may require combat." Everyone looked nervously over at the redhead, whose face was now the same color as her hair. The war vet was brave, real brave, he stood his ground as strong as Everest. "Ko Bi Da Nok Island and the sea surrounding it are full of pirates, criminals and drug lords that are known for attacking any and all boats in the nearby area." Dutch pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, looking away from his enraged employee. "More so, than our usual routes. Our chances of getting attacked are much higher with this mission." Rock and Benny also followed suit, directing their eyes to the floor, their drinks, wherever, not wanting to grab the attention of the unstable gunman. Revy's bangs covered her eyes, shoulders quivering.

"AND WHAT OF IT, DUTCH?" Spit sprayed as she gnashed her teeth like a wounded bear. She sat up on the couch, hooking her fingertips into her thighs. Pink formed around the normally tanned skin as the pressure within the room increased. Her lip twitched, knuckles fading white.

With a quick crack and a sharp hiss, the black man opened his Heineken. "I am in an odd position, Revy." Bubbles tickled his upper lip as he slurped through his words. A quick "Tch" escaped her bared teeth as she sunk into her shoulders. "I am tempted to tell Balalaika to find another group….."

Her golden eyes darted across the room, away from her coworkers, folding her arms tightly against her chest. So, this was it, this was what it was all about. Her goddamn leg."Fuck, Dutch this is stupid." Rolling her teeth over her lower lip, Revy quieted her voice. Was this shame? Embarrassment?

Dutch pressed a dent in and out of his beer can with his thumb, uneasily. "I could also hire an outside source, if I was desperate." The gunslinger scrunched her nose up, knitting her brows together. "But, what kind of boss would I be to refuse my best and longest employee pay, for getting injured on the job?" Her chest lifted 50 pounds. Exhaling and leaning back into the stained couch, Revy released the tension in her shoulders and the room. Rock unclenched his teacup with white knuckles and locked joints. Benny allowed his lungs to refill with oxygen once more, having feared the lone female's initial volatile reaction. "I know I am gonna regret this, take care of yourself and your bum fucking leg, Revy." Dutch pulled a Marlboro Black cigarette from his vest and lit it. "Don't do anything stupid, or I will fire your ass."

The redhead slung her arm over armrest of the dilapidated couch, the other over the back, to face her boss better. Lifting and angling one booted foot across the furniture, a wide grin covering her face. "Do I ever, Dutchy?"