Midnight Offers

Midnight. Dock 3…

Mason stood in the cast by the bright white moon. It smelled of salt on the air. Which was normal for the docks of remnant. He stood back to the water scanning the area for the person he was supposed to meet. He thought back to how he'd found himself in his current situation.

Hours earlier…

He gone down to the city by himself mostly perusing the local shops and enjoying being away from the school. It was so busy and he'd been under increased stress as of late. The girls of team RWBY, his teammates where eccentric as always but that wasn't what was stressing him. His infatuation with a certain crimson haired warrior was the cause. Pyrrha Nikos his friend and source of his woes. He'd been trying to keep away from personal attachment. His team had wormed their way into his life with their kindness. Truly all of both teams had. They cared about him and treated him as one of their own. Given his past which only Pyrrha knew about (and not even in its entirety.) He had wanted to be distant. Wanted to be able to leave on a moment's notice. Just a month ago in a fit of jealousy over seeing Pyrrha with Jaune, Mason stormed off into the forest. His foul mood pouring off of him. He was ambushed and injured in a fight with some grim. He rubbed his right arm where the scars of that deep wound still sat. Pyrrha of all people came looking for him, found him and managed to provide aid when he needed it most. That wasn't even the last time she came to help him. A mere week after that while hiding his injury he'd nearly lost it in a fight with Cardin. The fight had escalated due to a mutual hatred of each other and he nearly killed Cardin in his blind rage. Pyrrha's voice and only hers had stopped him from making another mistake. Even then she hid his injury and his secret. A semblance he could barely control. She again healed his re-opened wounds and even covered for the sink and mirror he smashed in his self-disgust. She was truly a better friend than he ever deserved. However as of late he started to look at her differently. He saw her beauty, her shapely body and her radiant personality. All things that drew him to her like a moth to the flame. She too seemed to around more always close to him. He suspected it was just her polite and loyal nature but thought there might be more to it. A buzz from his pocket distracted him from his thoughts. Pulling his scroll form his grey cargo pants he opened it and found the very girl that he'd been thinking about moment before had messaged him.

"Do you want to see her again?" He found this odd. Not a message any person would send. Another buzz followed. An image. Pyrrha tied to a chair with a black bag over her head. Anger welled inside him. Who had dared to attack one of his friends. He hastily typed a message back.

"If she's hurt, I'll kill you." A few moments later another buzz.

"You're in no position to make threats Mason." The messenger had a point he didn't know where she was or who had taken her, he took a moment and took a deep breath cursing. They would pay for this but for now he had to co-operate.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Dock 3. Midnight. Come alone and unarmed or she dies."

"Who is this?" The same message repeated. Anything he sent the same response. He tried calling to no answer. It was getting late he'd been out all day and decided to wait in the city. He found a quiet corner and sat there mulling over his options. He would come alone but not unarmed and he was going to put up a fight.

Midnight. Dock 3…

A voice spoke from somewhere. He had lost focus and now they had the drop. It was darker than before a could had moved in front of the moon.

'Alone and Unarmed. I get the feeling you don't trust me." A female voice spoke, dripping with a sultry tone. He scanned in front of him turning in place trying to find the source.

"Yea. Well forgive me if don't trust the woman who kidnapped my friend." He yelled back.

"Now. Now no need to yell. I'm right here." The voice sounded behind him still with the same calm tone. He turned and a cloud that had been masking the light of the moon moved away. Standing before him was the source of the voice. Her skin looked flawless under the light of the moon and her dark hair hung over the side of her face and laid on one side of her chest. She had black masquerade mask obscuring most of her features but he could make out a single orangish- red eye. She had a Red strapless v-cut mini dress on. Some kind of jewelry on her right ankle and black high heels. She took a turned and took a step to her left. Following her with his eyes he noticed the v shaped cut in the side of the dress and some kind of shorts underneath. A large feathered bit of jewelry hung at the top of this slit. The dress also trailed lower on the opposite side. He turned his attention to her face as she had already snuck up on him once. He rested his left hand on the pommel of Skycracker ready to draw in an instant.

"Where is she?" He asked menacingly. To his surprise she let out a seductive laugh.

"Haha, she was never here." She tossed a scroll on the ground and it slid to his feet. "We merely stole her Scroll." She smiled wickedly. He bent down and picked it up never taking his eyes off of her. She continued to take steps circling him. Her heels making a noise each time she planted her foot. He opened the scroll the messaging was still open and there was the short conversation they had had including the picture.

"Your lying. What about the picture?"

"Simple. Semblance. They come in many forms. It wasn't hard to find someone and pay them to do that." She pointed with one of her slender fingers. "Now aren't you going to ask the real question?" Again she smirked. He was lost. Pyrrha was never here it was all just a trick? Why bring him to the dock then? It was a trap obviously but why trap him? He decided it didn't matter. He was taking her in. The cops could sort it out.

"No. If Pyrrhas not here then I'm taking you down. No one threatens my friends." He drew Skycracker its white blade shining under the moon light save for the hollow in the center. A circle with a line leading to the tip where the blade was separated.

"Don't threaten me with a good time darling." Intricate patterns lit up on her dress and her exposed eye glowed. Meanwhile at her hands orange glyphs flashed momentarily and two short wicked black swords appeared in either hand. The one edged blades shone glossily in the light. They stood there face to face waiting for the first strike. He put all his speed into his move. Striking first. He was on her in a mere second and his two handed slash was right at her neck. She blocked the strike just as quickly with both blades. Behind the sword he saw her smile. He pushed her back using his sword and superior weight. She slid back and he readied another strike. His one handed diagonal slash was met by one of her swords blocking. High above its intended target. Taking a guess, he jumped back as she twisted and slashed at his midriff with the other blade. She missed by inches. She had a smug look on her face still. She was clearly toying with me. I wasn't sure if I could best her.

"Why?"

"Hm?" She didn't speak.

"Why bring me here? That's the question you wanted me to ask." A triumphant half smile was on her face.

"Simple. You dear." She said again in her sweet and melancholic voice. Before I could ask another question she closed the distance. Slashing with both blades in a furious volley of blow. I blocked what I could and avoided others. She got so close as I leaned away from one it cut through my leather jacket and t shirt making a small cut. I struck back seeing an opening. I got the blade to her neck when I felt both of hers touch mine. We stood there. Close enough to see the grain in each other's eyes. No body moved not an inch. Her still wearing that dammed smirk.

"What do you want with me?"

"For you to join us." It was his turn to laugh.

"Hahahaha." Each rise and fall of his chest causing the blades to move slightly cutting his neck. "Never."

"Oh come now Mason. You haven't even heard my offer…" She trailed off being as sexy as possible.

"How do…"

"Mason, Team RWBY, scars right arm from wrist to shoulder, Aura matched sword, Symbol. Moon with a sword and laurels. We've been watching you." Her eyes flicked to the base of his blade where the symbol she had just describe was etched.

"That's pretty generic information anyone could find that out." The scars came as a surprise as he did his best to hide them.

"Semblance Lightning based..." His eyes narrowed. "Uncontrolled." She finished trailing off.

"Who are you?" He asked his voce dark and gravely.

"Now, Now temper Mason." She toyed. He jumped back and then lunged starting his own volley of blow, she made no attempt to block simply dodging and ducking. He lunged trying to impale her. She jumped back. He pushed and pushed his anger growing. She danced around him. Finally seeing an opportunity, he lunged again. She backed up right into a shipping crate. He missed her chest by inches as she moved to the side and rolled away. His sword plunged into the container and he slashed after her creating a long cut. She rolled behind him and backed into open space. He followed. She wasn't so smug looking now after her near miss. He charged planted his front foot and swung with both hands she ducked under it deflecting it up with one of her blades the other slashing the top of his exposed thigh. He grunted in pain. And swung down recovering from the deflection. She rolled away. She stood off to my side away from my barbaric and poorly thought out slash. And whacked my wrists with spine of her blade. I dropped Skycracker and it clattered to the ground. I lashed out in anger balling my hands and swinging. She ducked under and got in front of me, back to me still controlling my wrist. There was a hot searing pain and her dress again flashed. I thought I caught a glimpse of a tattoo in the small of her back where her dress was cut out. Suddenly she pulled and used her body to pull me over her and onto the ground. My whole back landed first then my head whacked the ground. I saw stars and raised my other hand to cover my head. She grabbed my other wrist and the same searing pain flared again. Vison blurry and stars dancing she let go of my wrist. They were then yanked above my head and jangling sound followed by a thud like something being driven into the ground. I shook off the stars and took in my surroundings. The woman was walking slowly around my side. Her heels making noise with each step. I went to sit up and continue the fight only to find my hands would move only a few inches. I leaned my head back taking my eye of the woman and saw her handy work. A black shackle placed on either wrist, a short black chain connecting them and in the center of the chain one of the blades driven deep into the ground pinning them. I felt a pressure slowly settle on my waist and raised my head to find her straddling me.

"You made me work up a sweat." It was true he could see it on her brow and her exposed upper chest it glistened under the moonlight giving her a shimmering appearance. As he watched she raised her hands and undid a small knot on the front of her dress just above her chest. The dress loosened but remained in place. She let out a moan as the breeze off the water blew. "Ahh."

"What do you want?" I struggled against the chains holding my hands above my head.

"I told you, you." She leaned down and whispered her response in his ear.

"I told you. Never." She pushed herself up by putting both hands on his chest.

"You're in no position to refuse." She looked down at him her orange eye stared into his electric blue ones. "So here is my offer to you..." She took her hands off his chest. "You come work for me…" She paused and lifted her hand running them through her black hair and down her face then to her neck seductively. "You get to be my right hand…" She again trailed her hands down over her ample chest and across her smooth belly. He couldn't help himself he was starting to get aroused. She then went down over the outside of her legs. "My right hand is treated well and enjoys a life of pure… bliss." To emphasize her point she took her right hand back up along her leg lifting her dress as she reached its hem. Something he hadn't noticed upon his capture was the black shorts under her dress visible through the cutout on her thigh were now gone. She continued her hands tracing of her smooth skin right to between her legs. He couldn't see her but her hand went to work gently rubbing her most private area. She removed her hand and her dressed dropped back to cover her. Taking a finger, she placed it in her own mouth and sucked it. She leaned down again. Her chest flat against his and her face inches from his. He was very aroused now and his hard manhood was straining against his cargos.

"Well?" She teased. Her lips so close to his he wanted to taste them, He wanted to feel her. He cleared his head tapping it against the ground.

"No. No. No." He closed his eyes trying to picture something, anything else but the temptress before him. A hand was placed on the side of his face and his eyes shot open. She leaned over him still. He could see both orange eyes as she blocked the moon. The glow shining around and through her hair. She leaned closer slowly inch by inch till her lips touched his. She kissed him just once closing her eyes while she did then opening them backing up an inch or so. He leaned his head forward. She kissed him again this time he welcomed it. It was longer and more passionate her tongue delving into his mouth and wrapping and sliding against his as they kissed. She broke it not long after however. Sitting back, she rolled her hip sending new waves of pleasure through his body.

"Seems I have my answer." She again smirked slyly and sexily. "However… You work for me." She crawled her way up from his waist onto his chest. He watched as her chest then belly passed over his head. She sat up again and lowered herself onto his face. Her sweet smell filled her dress which draped over his head. He couldn't see her pussy but he knew it was mere inches from his mouth. "Well…" She pressed it against his lips and rolled her hips again. The taste now on his lips he went about pleasing the woman. He licked her from bottom to top. Making sure to give her clit a few taps with his tongue before repeating. She made no noise and he wasn't able to see her face. He then went straight for her clit. Latching on to it with his mouth he sucked it before flicking it up and down. He again took it in his lips and sucked again. He thought he heard a faint noise. He then circled it and pushed it around. Stirring her most tender place with his wet tongue. He latched on for a third time sucking on it before giving it the gentlest bite. He then stretched out his tongue as long as he could and plunged it into her folds. More of the sweet and salty taste filled his mouth. He retreated only to press again inside her.

Cinder's POV…

She couldn't believe it, the young hunter she had successfully seduced was now happily lapping at her moistening pussy. It felt amazing. He was certainly not her first partner but he showed such skill for someone his age. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly glad it covered his eyes and bit her lower lip trying not to make a sound. She couldn't let him have the victory. She was his superior. That was when he drove his tongue deep as he could into her fold and she nearly lost it. Letting out a small noise, He then retreated and did it again. He body was tightening and she knew what was coming. Again he probed her damp fold with his tongue and she barely held on. Lifting herself off his face before he could get the satisfaction. She crawled back down his body. Seeing his face finally she hung her head over his. He lifted his head and she pulled back. He lowered it and she did the same teasing him. She lowered her head and he lifted his, this time she did not pull away. She kissed him. Making sure to dominate this game of tug of war. She kissed him deeply as she let the threat of her impending orgasm subside. She broke the kiss and kissed his neck, placing a hand on his chest before whispering into his ear.

"I do everything…" She emphasized everything and threw sex into the word. "…with my right hand." Continuing to tease him she went back to kissing him. Her hand sliding lower and lower. Reaching his belt. She expertly undid it single handedly. The went to work on his button. He hardly noticed the zipper being pulled down. He arched his back when her hand gripped his cock and slowly stroked it between her legs. She could tell it was thick and meaty just by the weight. She kissed his neck again and then slowly trailed down his chest. Finally reaching his waist band she kissed just above it before pulling it down and freeing his cock. She was again impressed for someone his age his cock was thick and girthy. The length had to be a good 7 inches long. She felt his manhood throb, her own pussy throbbed at the sight. She reminded herself why she was here. He was a target for recruitment, to be brought on at any cost. He dangerous to her cause, A skilled fighter already and persistent. His dangerous and highly destructive semblance could make him a great asset or a fearsome foe, then there was that dammed sword, its white blade shone a few feet to behind her. Aura matched to him. He was the only one able to wield it, its construction was also an issue it was unknown what made it up but it was sharper than anything she ever faced and didn't chip or require sharpening. Most enemies he went up against met that blade and lost, countless grim had already fallen to him. There was a slight attraction she admitted he was handsome and fit. He took care of his appearance. There was also the massive cock she still gripped in her hand. She knew what would seal his allegiance and she quite looked forward to it herself. She stood his thick rod up and positioned herself over it. She lowered down till the tip touched her entrance. She could swear her pussy throbbed again. His thick cock pulsed in her hand. She lowered herself further as his head breached her, wet pussy. Hit spread her lips with its girth and she could feel herself accommodating such a large manhood already. She looked at his face one of pure bliss his head back and eyes closed. She smirked knowing what would get his attention. She pushed down onto the cock inch after thick inch disappeared inside of her. His eyes shot open and he let out a groan. He stuffed every inch of her pussy with thick cock. She too almost let out a moan but held it back. Reaching the base of his mountainous cock. She leaned forward her legs already tight and shaking. She kneeled over top of him and placed both hands on his chest. She lifted her shapely ass and felt his manhood tug at her insides. It finally moved out of her slick pussy and she rocked back having it fill her yet again to the brim. She slowly continued. Her body already sweaty from the heated battle had heated up again and sweat now shone on her exposed skin again. Her nipples had gotten hard either from the pleasure of his massive manhood or the breeze against her overheating skin. Each time she moved the rubbed her dress and sent chills down her spine. She looked down at him, he was lost in the depths of her damp pussy it griped around his cock overloading his senses. She continued at a steady pace teasing him. Making him want her more, and trying to stay in control all the while. His hips rocked occasionally trying to get deeper inside her. After what seemed like hours but was only 45 minutes she felt his manhood swelling inside her. She quickly lifted herself off the meaty cock. Feeling empty and a little disappointed after having grown accustomed to the pleasure it brought her.

Mason's POV…

He felt his climax coming it built up and felt like a massive pressure against his cock. She must have felt it too as she climbed off of him. She positioned her herself between his legs and took his cock in her hand. She lowered her lips to it and took it in her mouth her eyes looking up at him lustily. He lost all control right then and there. He felt the dam break and his hot, thick cum raced from his cock. She pumped her hand and sucked on his manhood. Never breaking the seal between her lips and the tip of his member. He thrust his hips with each wave of pleasure and cum that spouted from his cock. Finally, his orgasm subsided and she took his cock from her mouth. No signs of cum remained in her mouth when she spoke. She must have swallowed every last drop.

"There… That's my offer." She smirked confident she had given him incentive. While it was amazing and sexy and he longed to do it again, she hadn't given him enough. He panted while he gave his answer.

"N- no." She climbed back over him quickly. They were face to face again. Anger flashed in her orange eyes.

"How dare you." She cocked back a hand and fire flared to life in it. He closed his eyes but even then the light of it burned through his eye lids. Then it was gone. "You haven't seen the last of me." She said it seductively but It was also a threat. He opened his eyes. She was getting up off of him.

"Your letting me go?"

"I want you to serve me…" She looked back as the wind blew. Her dress lifted and he caught a glimpse of her shapely ass before it lowered again. "because you want to, not because your forced to." She turned and started walking away hips swaying.

"That won't ever happen!" He yelled after her. She paused.

"That look in your eyes says differently." She broke into a sprint and cloud moved over the moon again casting darkness. When it cleared she was gone and so were his restraints. He didn't even have to wonder what look she meant. He saw it every day in the mirror at school. And that she had seen it and possibly even knew it meant she was the same as him. She had killed. Whereas she embraced it, he fought it. Trying to change his life. But maybe it wasn't possible maybe he was just the bad guy pretending to be good. The fight with Cardin came to mind. Shaking his head, he stood. Doing up his pants and retrieving Skycracker he looked up at the shattered moon. Wondering what the future held before turning and walking out of the docks.

Cinder's POV…

She snuck into the room to find Emerald and Mercury waiting for her.

"So how'd it go?" Her dark skinned, green haired pupil asked. She shot her a look silencing her.

"You lost to that kid?" Mercury asked.

"As if,"

"Then…?"

"He wouldn't join…"

"So you just let him go?" Emerald again spoke up.

"He'll come around." She smirked before heading toward the bathroom door.

"What makes you so sure?"

"He's got a darkness. Besides I made him an offer he couldn't refuse." She walked in and closed the door before stripping and climbing into the shower.

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