Cardin only wished they wouldn't be so damn loud.

He shook his head, gritting his teeth to match his cringe as he stared outside the window to their dorm room. The rest of his team was feeling no less better than he was.

Apparently, Nikos and Arc decided to hold their nightly training sessions right on top of them. While he personally had nothing against it—every Huntsman-in-training had to stay sharp and he was no exception—he just wanted them to be quiet about it.

Sure, the grunting was expected but the dialogue was bordering between forgettable to 'I-don't-think-I-needed-to-hear-that.'

Cardin knew potential blackmail material but this was Pyrrha Nikos and Jaune Arc. The former could kick his and his whole team's asses three times over without batting an eye so that was a given. Arc, on the other hand, was a nice plaything. Until Forever Fall happened. They rarely spoke of it but what he could take away from that experience was that that limp noodle of a blonde could very well knock his teeth in if he tried.

"Harder, Jaune. Push harder!"

"I'm trying, Pyrrha. But it's not easy with my sword."

Cardin winced. Context. Remember the damn context.

"Would you like to switch then? I'll be the aggressive one."

"Ah, let's just stick to defense for now."

"Alright. But let's change positions."

Russel groaned, Sky huffed, and Dove grimaced. Cardin saw this and once again mulled climbing out his window to the roof and yelling at the two members of team JNPR to keep it down. Honestly, as much as he wanted to let them be (and that was the limit of his benevolence to those two), he was getting sick and tired of the innuendos.

"Pyrrha, I'm tired."

"Not yet, Jaune. We still have three more positions to run through."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now," grumbled Sky.

Russel sighed in exasperated defeat, yanking the plugs from his ears—the music from his scroll blaring through the exposed ends—and marched to the bathroom. "I'm taking a deuce."

"You're just going to jack off again," sneered Dove.

"It's quieter in there. And I really need to go. I think the meat stew we had for lunch got something else in it."

"Just go already," Cardin hissed. It was bad enough having to tolerate four tentpoles in the same space. He grit his teeth as the grunting resumed. If it was not for the clanging of steel, then they would have all been scrambling for a turn at the toilet just to let off the heat building up down south.

"You're getting pretty stiff, Jaune."

"No thanks to you, Pyr."

Cardin let his head drop onto his table. He could hear their panting. Their panting. He could imagine how much worse it could be for faunus if his ears with this sharp. Not that he actually cared. Just curious.

Clang! Ping! Pow!

"Good," Nikos huffed. "You're getting in."

A breathy chuckle from Arc. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

And the grunting got more intense. For the love of—Cardin closed his eyes to drive away the mental images of the two grinding on the roof.

"You're getting better with your swordplay."

"I'm learning from the best."

"A bit more force when you're thrusting."

"Got it."

"Careful when you swing both ways."

"I can hold it straight, don't worry."

"Remember to be wary of any opening you find. When you see it, be wise with your approach."

"I know, I know. Wrong hole."

The leader of team CRDL smashed his fist on his table. Did he have to use those two specific words out of the massive lexicon of their vocabulary? 'Wrong hole?' Seriously, Arc? Were they actually doing this to spite them? Were they just fucking with them the whole time?

"Damn. I got stiff again."

"Do you need help with that?"

"Yeah."

Cardin felt his eyes snap out of his sockets the moment Arc started moaning. Jaune Arc was moaning. Sensually. Or something close to it.

"Oh, yeah~... Right there... Wow. Didn't know you were good at this."

"Well, muscle cramps are a common thing."

"Yeah but...whoa... Your hands."

Nikos giggled. "Well, since these things happen a lot..."

"Yeah, keep at it... Mmmm~..."

"That's it!" Sky snapped. "I'm going up there—"

Dove held him down. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold it. Do you want to get pummeled?"

"For telling them to shut up!?"

"You both stay there!" Cardin ordered, clamoring onto the window sill. "I'll handle this. I can't take it anymore."

As he began to pull himself over the gutter, he could hear Arc go, "Hey, you don't think we were a bit too loud? I mean, team CRDL is right below us."

"I don't think they'd be bothered with it."

"Would you two keep it down?" Cardin growled, finally making his presence known.

"I guess you do mind," Jaune said sheepishly. "Erm, sorry 'bout that."

Pyrrha seemed less apologetic, if the look on her face was anything to go by. But she still mouthed an audible, "Sorry."

"Good. It's all I'm asking." Having finally said his peace, Cardin climbed back down to the window of his dorm.

Jaune and Pyrrha shared a mischievous look. Tired as he was, he managed a smirk and leaned over to her. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

She blushed. Too bad he didn't see it. "You want to mess with them."

"No harm in it."

"Fair enough."

The next couple nights were much worse for team CRDL. Pushed to the limits of his patience, Cardin finally burst through the door to the roof with an annoyed Glynda Goodwitch in tow.

Since then, Arc and Nikos held their training in the gym. The relief was bittersweet though. While he relished the respite of silence, it would take him another two weeks to overcome the disturbing mental images of the blonde doofus and that Mistralian know-it-all pulling hardcore porn above the ceiling.

ORIGINALLY DRAFTED: April 19, 2018

LAST EDITED: April 19, 2018

INITIALLY UPLOADED: April 19, 2018

NOTE: I should be working on my dissertation right now. Plot bunnies be damned.