A/N: Well apparently, I was a bit too ambitious and it didn't turn out as long as I expected. Never mind. The next chapter more than makes up for it, promise. This is still filler. Feel free to skip to the end.

Chapter 6: The Yangover Part II

Weiss coughed herself out of sleep. Her body hated her, but like a cruel fleeting dream, she failed to remember what she had done to it. A grunt came from her throat, it reminded her that she was supposed to keep breathing. She coughed again, feeling not at all healthy. Weiss was bent at an odd angle, lying on an unidentified lumpy mass of cloth. Her hip was sore from where it was leaning directly on the carpet. Yang was snoring next to her, so at least there was that.

"Yang!" Weiss had to slap her awake. Yang blurted out some gibberish as she woke with a start, and wiped away the drool down her chin.

"What the fuck happened?" Yang muttered, "where am I?" Yang's eyes were too lazy to focus and move at the same time. She turned her head an inch. "Oh, thank fuck for that. We're at home."

Yang rolled over to extract the crinkled up pantyhose that had taken root in her arse crack. Weiss' leg followed Yang, so quick that Weiss was dragged along the floor, adding to her carpet burns. Seemed like they were tied together. Weiss steeled herself to take a look. Tangled around the ankles of both girls was the black leather harness, and Weiss noticed that it was loaded.

"Don't suppose we did any studying then." Weiss swore repeatedly under her breath as they freed themselves.

"Well, from the taste in my mouth, I'm guessing we had a lot of dirty sex and drank…" Yang looked around at the multitude of opened and half-empty bottles of wine. "I think we drank an entire liquor store. Ow, my head is killing me."

"Fuck, it's uncomfortable sleeping on the floor."

Yang dabbed at the skin down her front that was sticky in patches. "I think you did shots off my abs."

"I think it was probably your tits."

There was also a white, dusty residue on her skin, in the small crevices mainly, like her bellybutton.

"What is that?" Yang showed Weiss her fingers covered in clumps of whitish crystals. To be honest, with the potential body shot situation, that powder could be salt. Yang rubbed it between her fingers and tentatively tasted it with the tip of her tongue, gritting her teeth when she realised that the crystals were definitely not salt. It did not surprise her cocaine was involved with last night, but surely, she would remember something like that. Her nose would know if she had, the surface membranes would be eroded and sore as fuck today. Snot would flow out of her snorting nostril like a leaky tap. Yang sniffed, and then groaned, she could feel where she had chewed a hole in her cheek. Fucking cocaine. Yang shook her head, massively disappointed in herself.

"Oh. So that's why my throat feels like I swallowed barbed wire." Weiss spied the mirror and razor blade she had been using to cut lines. No sign of any wraps though. She was hoping that they got rid of it all, by snorting it or whatever. Weiss wiped her nose with a random piece of clothing she found underneath her body.

"Of all the stupid things I've done in my life, I think drugs are the stupidest. Ugh, I feel really sick and my head is killing me. Where's Ruby and Blake?"

A scroll beeped from an unknown location in the room. "Scroll. Where's my scroll?" Weiss crawled towards the tinkling noise. "Oh, a text from Ruby. 'Hey guys don't worry about me if I come back late. I'm watching a movie and then having a sleepover with Team JNPR.' Well, I guess that means that she can't tell us what happened."

"What about Blake?"

"What about her? She may have made a special exception yesterday, but she doesn't hang out with us anymore. She's busy with her other friends, so we can't really rely on her to tell us what happened. Someone must've heard something, look at this place." Weiss used the scroll as a pointer, gesturing to the catastrophe that was their room.

"Uh, Weiss, that's mine." Yang pointed to the device in Weiss' hand.

"Oh, shit. Where the fuck is my scroll? Is it in the room? Please tell me it's in the room." There was a tense moment as Weiss sent a ping to her scroll but there was no reply, except for birds tweeting ironically.

"Fuck!" Weiss screamed, but she had to cough up a lung afterwards. Yang was quick to pat her on the back, to help get it all out. Weiss held her face in unsteady hands. "I'm so screwed without that. We need to find it. Where have we been, if not here? What the fuck did we do last night?"

Yang frowned thoughtfully. "Check the news feed. What did we post?" It was not the worst idea Yang had ever had. Weiss logged in, hoping for a gold mine of information. There should be a trail that they could follow, update by update.

"Only a hundred selfies, all from the same place, some pub in Birmingham."

"Where's Birmingham again?"

"Says it's near Essex."

Yang searched through her vague memories. She could not recall leaving their dorm, but they must have, because the selfies proved that she was recognised while they were partying downtown. She scanned the faces in their group selfies, they were all strangers to her. She scratched her head, there was a big hole after she started on the champagne to when she woke up this morning. "I still don't know where that is."

"This isn't helping us find out what happened last night. Where did we go other than Birmingham?"

"Check your receipts. Bar receipts, they'll tell us where we went."

"My purse, please. Oh god, please tell me my purse is here." Yang crawled over to where Weiss dumped her bag. She tossed it over to Weiss, and about a hundred crumpled up receipts fell out, along with a whole bunch of paper currency. "Whoa, apparently, I withdrew a lot of cash at an ATM in The World's End."

"But that's-"

"In Camden," they both said, in horror, "near that titty bar."

Yang dropped all pretenses of being ok with all this, her empty mind was now causing her deep frustration. "Why do I have this awful feeling that it has a VIP lounge downstairs that we may have blagged our way into?" Yang wanted to tear up the receipts or burn them, as if that erased the history they represented.

"Because I just found some selfies that prove where we went and a video in the same place that I don't want to watch. We look trashed, I can see why we didn't post these."

"Why, what is it?"

"Look at the thumbnail." An almost naked Yang was swinging around on a pole, somewhat clumsily, but she had everyone in the whole club cheering and chucking money at her. Yang pressed play, and recoiled in horror at what she saw. She was clearly off her face, but her moves were pretty good when she managed to avoid falling. Weiss doubted that she could claim that she was more sober than Yang because the video quality was abominable, and her loud whoops and screams were picked up by the scroll microphone. Not good.

"Oh my god, delete, delete, delete!"

Weiss made a secret copy of the video and deleted the original in front of Yang. "Well, it's pretty safe to say that I don't think we'll be able to show our faces there again. We have no idea how we acted in that place, apart from that one video and in it, we made fools of ourselves."

"I definitely didn't like being refused entry somewhere, I prefer that not to happen ever again."

"Although, and this is just a guess here, but I don't think our night finished when we got home." Weiss indicated the almost ritualistic arrangement of phalluses surrounding them. "Do you think we used all of them?"

Yang stared around in deranged wonderment, not a single toy sparked any memory. Yang nodded slowly. No need for close inspection, some of them still had wispy trails of silicon lube dangling off them. Or was it girl cum? She knew they had done butt stuff, she could tell her sphincter had been stretched only hours before this. "I still don't understand how we did all that shit and don't remember it at all. Like, nothing. It's just blank."

"Me too, I've never had a blackout this bad before."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Don't feel bad."

"But I do, 'cos you're upset."

"I'm not, I just- I'll never remember doing things with you for the first time."

"We'll just have to make new memories, then." Yang said, brushing her hand over Weiss' thigh, aiming for the wetness between her legs. Weiss' head rolled back into the scrunched up bunch of clothes she had used as a pillow, which in any other situation would be vastly uncomfortable, but Weiss felt like she was floating. Yang kissed and sucked each nipple bud as her fingers sought out Weiss' wet hole to bury themselves in. Weiss moaned and let her legs fall open. This wasn't so bad, she might've forgotten all the sex she enjoyed last night, but knowing them, it was hella good. As Yang's thumb swiped over her clit, Weiss clenched and gasped, she could feel the full-body soreness from their marathon fuck session.

Weiss heard the door open, only just. She opened one eye to peek at the growing crack of light coming from between the door and its frame. The disembodied head and arm of Cardin Winchester poked through the gap and sneered, holding his scroll camera up with the flash on. Weiss heard several false shutter sounds as he snapped photos of them, catching them red handed and red faced. He sniggered and then threw it at them, but he was off-target and it hit the floor some two yards away. Yang didn't seem to notice until he slammed the door, then her face went white as a sheet.

"He saw us, didn't he?"

"His camera saw us too, which is what worries me." Weiss fidgeted, stressed because she had a terrible feeling of deja vu. "Yang, something's coming back. That's my scroll, he had my scroll. I need to see what's on it, right now." Weiss dragged herself up and began to get dressed, hiding herself as if Cardin was standing there at the door. She pulled together a mismatched outfit from the heaps of junk. It was all she could find. She chucked some unidentified clothing at Yang. She caught the clothes, but didn't feel any urgency to get dressed. Weiss picked up her scroll like it was a live bomb.

"He fucking broke it. Or the battery's dead." She placed it on the charging pad. "I've got this awful feeling, I think something bad happened last night."

"What do you mean exactly?"

"I'm remembering something… We left the door open again, he must've walked in on us."

Yang squinted, incredulous. "And we let him watch?"

Weiss shrugged, something clicked, and then she freaked the fuck out. "I DON'T KNOW, WHY WOULD WE LET HIM WATCH? In what fucking universe would we give Cardin Winchester a private peep show? Did we lose our fucking minds?!"

"Shhh! We can't really talk, not after our performance in that club. But, Cardin, seriously? He must've sweet talked his way inside and then we thought it would be a good idea if..." Yang left her sentence hanging. Yang was internally begging for it not to be true. Maybe it was time for her to put on some pants.

"I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!" Weiss, of course, assumed the worst.

Yang shushed her aggressively. "We don't know that. What else, do you remember anything else?" Yang put far too much hope in Weiss, and was irrationally angry and upset when Weiss wordlessly panicked, trembling like she was on a Power Plate. Her stomach backflipped, spilling the acid up her throat.

What had they done, they both blurted out in the most opposite tones possible. Weiss stomped about, going kooky at all the mess, all the crap they had left lying around or destroyed. The bunk beds were no longer, Ruby's rope and pulley construction was being held up by practically one thread, Weiss' bed was unusable due to how the top bed was dangling lop-sidedly. The towers of books supporting Yang's bunk had collapsed, the fall had thrown the mattress from the frame. Weiss' mind boggled trying to work out why they had not slept on the mattress that was next to them on the floor.

The bathroom had thankfully escaped the majority of destruction, but there were a few unusual items found in the bath, like rollerblades (just the one, actually), a teddy bear with no head (head presumably missing or destroyed), and some recently used hedge trimmers (#lolwtf). Weiss was terrified of looking in the mirror. Yesterday was bad enough, she could not imagine that she had ever looked any less human than this, judging by how she could feel a pneumatic drill operating at full throttle inside her skull. Her face was abysmal, no amount of foundation would cover how washed out and tired she looked. At least she didn't have a permanent marker dick on her face like the last time she woke up without complete recollection of the night before. Plus, she still had both her eyebrows. Winning.

"Ugh! Someone did a shit, and didn't flush!"

"But, it could have been you. We don't remember which of us did it, but we need to talk to someone who does because I would like to know the story of what happened if it wasn't us."

"If it comes back to me, I'll be sure to let you be the first to know." Weiss said, in her semi-sarcastic voice. Yang growled at her, now was not the time for sass.

There was a single sharp knock at the door, Weiss was sure that she entered cardiac arrest momentarily. The edges of her vision were blurred by encroaching black snow and she forgot how to breathe.

Weiss panicked. "Cardin, I thought I told you to fuck off!"

"Delivery!"

Yang whispered, although she was kinda stressed so it was more of a hushed shout. "Is it a trick? Does that sound like Cardin?"

"Uhhh, the name on the order is Schnee."

"Wow, that was fast. If this is what I think it is." Weiss opened the door for one second to snatch the package out of the courier's hand, and again for one more second to thank him and apologise.

"What you got there?"

"There was an item missing on my order, it was sort of a little surprise for you. Showing you this way is a bit less dramatic than I imagined, but anyway." Weiss ripped the red strip off the padded envelope, and a small box slid onto her palm when she tipped it over. The brand name and pictures were giving Yang deja vu.

"Oh, you mean this?" she said, plucking an identical box from her jacket pocket.

"Where did you get that?"

"It came in the box, and I hid it from Ruby. I kind of forgot about it until now."

"I didn't see it in there, so I thought it never came and ordered a replacement."

"Well, now we can both have one."

"It must've been the only thing that we didn't use."

"What about the big one, who used that?"

"You, obviously."

"Me?"

"Yeah, 'cos it sure as hell wasn't me. That thing is about the size of my arm, I could never fit it inside me."

Yang raised an eyebrow and gave her a dubious look. "Hmf. Charming." Weiss fixed her with a pointed glance and then growled at her. They heard a door slam and both winced at the bang. A door opened, but it sounded like someone got knocked on their heavy ass. They crept over to their door, listening through it.

"Pyrrha, please!" Jaune whined.

"Don't talk to me! Why does everything need to be about sex?"

"Wait, Pyrrha, I didn't mean it like that. It was a joke, just a joke. Please come out and talk to me!"

"They're arguing again."

"Again?" Weiss nodded and put her finger over Yang's mouth. They opened their door an inch in time to see Pyrrha zip past the open doorway in just a towel, or possibly a bedsheet.

"I knew this would happen, I knew once I gave you my trust, that you would become obsessed."

"I'm not obsessed!" Of course, he was. He was a teenage lad and sex is hella great, even a shitty shag was better than a really good wank.

"Then why is it the only thing you can talk about? Now, it's the only thing you think about when you look at me and that is exactly what I was afraid of."

"Come on, Pyrrha, that's not even true, I was only trying to make a joke. Ok, it was stupid, I thought you'd get the sports reference. I mean, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh, god…"

Jaune flew past them as he went hurtling out of his door. His metal armour prevented him from running back inside, and before the door slammed a final time, they heard Pyrrha's sobs, muffled from underneath a blanket. Weiss went out into the corridor.

"Jaune?"

He almost tripped when he stopped running. Jaune couldn't fight his learned instinct to respond to the concern in Weiss' voice. "You guys heard that, huh."

"I take it you suggested that you guys should try again? Sorry, I know your first go was a disaster, I heard you… discussing it yesterday."

Jaune's lips pursed and he grumbled, but agreed. "It wasn't just a suggestion, we actually did it."

"Are you an idiot?"

"Obviously, yes!"

"Chill, nobody's first time is perfect. Sometimes the second time is a bit of a mixed bag. I wouldn't worry about it, dude. It's normal. Get back in there, champ. Winners don't quit." Yang's hands jumped on his shoulders, but she patted him reassuringly and gave him a firm shoulder rub like a boxing coach. He did not seem cheered up by her consolation.

Weiss crossed her arms, and regarded Jaune with intrigue. "She was still awful, wasn't she?"

A look of terror crossed Jaune's face for a second before he sighed. "Yeah." He turned back towards his room. "I don't know what I should do. How do you talk about something like this?"

Yang and Weiss clocked each other with side-eye. "No fucking clue. We don't have that problem."

"Of course you don't." Poor Jaune, he seemed so defeated.

Yang was full of sympathy for not being able to help him with his problem. "Have you tried taking it down a notch? Play around, touch her without expecting it to lead anywhere. Kiss her, but no tongue, make her ask for it."

Weiss, not so much. "Also, have you tried teaching her what you want? Or just tell her. She's a complete virgin, I don't know how much sex education she's had, but it doesn't seem like much."

"But I already screwed it up, now she won't come near me. It's like she doesn't want to know me anymore. She froze up, both times. Said we had to stop, then she apologises like she's done something wrong, says it's not me, it's her. I just want her to feel comfortable with me."

"You know how confident she normally is. She tries to hide it with modesty, but we all know she's the alpha. Except now, she's in unfamiliar territory. She's feeling how you felt when you first started at Beacon, clueless and bewildered. Worst of all, she knows she's bad, which I'm guessing she has very little to no experience dealing with that. She's out of her league, sex is obviously a blind spot for her."

"Well, yeah. But how do I talk to her about it when she plugs her ears and pretends she isn't listening?"

"You gotta slide it into conversation, be smooth. Come on, Lady Killer, this is your avenue."

Weiss' icy heart finally caved, and felt sympathy for him. He looked so sad and worried. He had a cosy life, nobody bullied him anymore because the Invincible Girl protected him fiercely. He started getting decent results in written tests, and he could now swing a sword thanks to Pyrrha and her saint-like patience, teaching him how to fight. They were a staple feature of the school, a power couple, had been for months. She didn't think he could survive school without her anymore. "Take it slow. She's nervous, and, well, embarrassed. She probably won't wanna let you help at first."

"Could you guys try talking to her for me? She saw what you did in the club, and it, uh, piqued her interest."

Yang and Weiss shivered in their boots. It had been such a good idea at the time, but was it worth these consequences? Jaune was asking a lot from them, to rescue his relationship, which, to be fair, they did have a hand in ruining. But on the other hand, this was some crazy shit and Weiss wasn't sure how long she could go along with it. "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Please, she'll trust you."

Yang nodded. "We can give it a shot." She was drawing mysterious confidence from somewhere, so Weiss gave her the dramatic side-eye. Yang's hand brushed her right pocket, and Weiss remembered the vibrating bullet. The two vibrating bullets, the matching one was in her bag. Just what the fuck had she gotten herself into.

"Will you? Thank you so, so, so much. I didn't know what else to do. Let me go ask if it's ok for you to come in." Jaune trotted off to knock cautiously at his door.

Slightly shocked that he was allowed inside, and a little bit annoyed that Yang was apparently a-ok diving headfirst into this mess, she whispered, "I really hope Pyrrha will still be our friend after this. Do you have any ideas what we're going to do, or are you just going to wing it, like you normally do?"

Seemed like the little toy in a box laying on her hand had a glowing halo and was singing hymns. "How about, if we get Pyrrha obsessed with sex, that might make everyone happier."

Weiss noticed where Yang's attention lay and became horrified. "Are you serious? She's never gonna touch it, she's like a fourth grader when it comes to adult stuff. You think we could get Pyrrha to actually use one of these?"

Yang opened the box and rolled the vibrator out onto her hand. "Hell yes, but obviously, don't tell her that it's remote controlled." She clicked the button. It sounded a bit like a tiny supercar as it revved up to full speed. "Oh, my."

Weiss squinted at the tiny bullet that was twitching all over Yang's palm. "Not without some serious persuasion. I don't even think I could-"

"Guys, she said it was ok. You can come in."

Yang pressed the button to turn the vibration off, but she only made it stronger, and then it cycled through six different pulse patterns before coming to a silent rest. Jaune held his confused expression for moment before saying, "She's ready for you. I told her what we agreed. She's feeling-" He sighed. "She's willing to try."

"Don't sweat it, Lady Killer. We'll whet her appetite for you."

Weiss' displeasure was higher than how far back she rolled her eyes in response to Yang's comment. Nevertheless, she followed Jaune inside, making the least amount of noise possible with her footsteps. It was dark in there, the drapes were drawn. Even Yang was too nervous to speak first, so silence strangled them all. Previously, it had never been a big thing to be in Team JNPR's dorm. They were all buddies, Ren and Blake had occasionally liked each other's silent company enough to cross over the hall and sit together. Ruby and Nora both liked pancakes a bit too much to be normal, but it gave them something to jabber on about. Yang liked to talk training methods and techniques with Pyrrha, and Weiss liked to converse with someone on the same intellectual level. Jaune was just there, but he did no harm.

"I'll go."

"No, stay Jaune. Please stay." Pyrrha was on the verge of tears, as Jaune left and closed the door behind him. This girl sitting on the bed, wrapped in just a white sheet, with teary eyes was virtually unrecognisable. Yang and Weiss couldn't look her in the face. "Why are you here?"

"Pyrrha, this was not our idea, I don't know what we're supposed to say to you. Jaune may have indicated to us that you were a bit uncomfortable. He thought it might be cool if you could tell us what's wrong and hopefully, we'll have some advice to fix it."

"You had sex in that club."

Yang nodded with increasing vigour and tapped Weiss on the arm until she joined in. "Yeah, we sure did."

"Not the best idea, I might add. It was risky."

"Why did you do that?"

Yang opened her mouth long enough for flies to get in and start paying rent. "I dunno. It was fun, I guess," she said eventually.

"Did you know there were people watching you? Weren't you thinking about what they were saying about you? I mean, sex. You guys had sex."

"Yes, but it wasn't like it was the first time. We were drunk, I wouldn't do it sober."

"I would," Yang muttered under her breath. "But anyway, it's not like anyone complained. The club itself was a bit of a dump, I don't think they gave a shit what we did as long as we bought drinks."

"That's what I'm getting at. You can do that, and you got away with it. That's how naturally it comes to you, but why doesn't it work for me?"

"What are you saying?"

Pyrrha shook her head. "It's just something I was never taught. Like the way Yang can dance, and Weiss, I've never seen such a small person absorb so much alcohol in one sitting and still be standing. It makes it ok for you to be like sexy and cool, and I-" She took in a big sniff. "I don't know what that feels like."

Yang and Weiss were stunned. "You're sexy, Pyrrha. Don't you know that?"

"Yeah, didn't you see the picture of you on ΩBeaconBabes had the record of most likes for about three weeks?" A long time on the web, practically an ice age.

"But you guys have actual sex," she whispered. "And you act like it's not a big deal. You've done it before, got the experience. How were you not nervous the first time?"

Drugs for Weiss, and drink for Yang. Both answers were unacceptable. Also, they were nervous, but it didn't stop them. Weiss didn't look like she wanted to talk about it, so Yang had to speak up. "Because it's not a big deal. Sex is natural, it's normal, inbuilt. Is that what's wrong, nerves?"

"I want to be able to be sexy for Jaune."

Uh oh, they were headed into the territory that Weiss was afraid of.

"Trust me, you're already very sexy to Jaune. He's your boyfriend, but if you want to learn to please him. We can help."

"How can you help?"

Yang pointed to the sheet. "Are you wearing anything under that?" Pyrrha shook her head as a knee-jerk reaction. "Relax, it's ok."

"Just trust us, and listen to what we have to say." Weiss waited for a nod to proceed. "Ok, so close your eyes. Imagine you're the only person in the room. You're alone, and you start to get these feelings."

"What kind of feelings?"

"Deep feelings. Like the kind you get when you kiss your boyfriend."

"Like how much I love Jaune?"

"No." Weiss said in a tone of disgust. "I mean, yeah totally. But I don't just mean any kiss, Pyrrha. The kind of kiss that makes you feel hot and worked up."

"Worked up?"

"Yeah." Weiss stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "You know, horny. So you want to have sex, you know what I mean, right?" Pyrrha's face was blank. "Seriously, you don't know what I mean?"

"You want us to show you?"

Weiss shot Yang a glare that was so sharp Yang was sure she heard a sound of a blade being unsheathed. Weiss rolled her eyes and begrudgingly accepted what was going to happen. Yang giggled first. They tried, but they couldn't stay serious with everything going on at the moment. They kept it mostly clean, compared to how they usually were. Yang memorised that kiss. She would recognise it later as Weiss' fuck me now kiss.

Pyrrha let go of the breath she was holding, visibly flustered. "No, we don't kiss like that."

Yang cocked her eyebrow. "How do you kiss then?"

"Less… enthusiastically."

"Tongue?"

"No, we never kiss with tongue."

"How many times have you kissed Jaune?" Yang squinted at her incredulously.

Pyrrha blinked once. "Seven."

"Seven? Including yesterday?"

"Well, I don't remember everything. Certainly a few things I prefer not to recall."

Weiss breathed a sigh. "This probably isn't going to work, Pyrrha. Sorry, but we tried. I don't think there's anything we can do to help."

"Wait, wait. I know I'm bad at this, please I do need your help."

"What happened both times, you're gonna have to tell us."

Pyrrha raised a fold of the sheet so it covered her mouth and the lower half of her blushing face. "I can't. It's too embarrassing."

"You remember everything, don't you? You lied to him about your blackout."

"He lied to me first! He lied about Ruby. I can't believe everyone knew, except me."

"Trust me, I'd prefer not knowing myself. I'm on your side, I wish he'd never touched her."

"Everyone has had sex, except me. Everyone, even Ruby."

Yang was about to talk, but Weiss scoffed in her direction. "How about we stop talking about other people? This is about you, Pyrrha." Weiss snapped, waving her hand at the ongoing situation of Pyrrha learning the secrets of her own body. Yang obeyed orders, and shut her mouth.

"So what do you remember?"

"I think I did kiss Jaune, and I think, perhaps, there may have been tongue involved."

"So when you kiss him, you would touch him too. And he'd touch you."

Yang tensed as Weiss' fingers skimmed Pyrrha's thighs. She knew it worked because Pyrrha twitched, and took in a sharp breath. 'Just a bit closer' she wanted to whisper. 'Don't fucking touch her' she wanted to yell.

"Did you like it when he touched you there?"

"Mhm." Pyrrha nodded with her eyes firmly closed. "It feels good."

"Put your fingers were you liked to be touched." Pyrrha stared at Weiss with big, wet doe eyes and a trembling bottom lip. "Don't be shy. This will help. Hold this." Weiss put the silver bullet in Pyrrha's hand.

Pyrrha inhaled sharply as Weiss' fingers slithered over her abs. She gently nudged Pyrrha's hand towards her crotch, putting pressure on her to make first contact. Pyrrha squirmed, even through the sheet, she was averse to touching herself there. Weiss' fingers directed Pyrrha's to cup her warm mound, and sat back to examine Pyrrha's face. She was biting her lip, obviously trying to suppress any sounds she might make. Her eyes were closed again, as if she were too scared to look.

Yang watched intently, she had to. She had her arm around Weiss, putting a small but evident wedge between her and Pyrrha. The sight of Weiss being bizarrely intimate, mindfucked her to make her feel like she was also doing the touching as well as being the one being touched. It was easy for her to be fooled, Pyrrha's build was very similar to her own, except Pyrrha had a good few inches on her in height. They regularly alternated in being the leanest, depending on who was bloated that day.

Pyrrha inspected the small object in her hand. The smooth metal was warm to the touch where Weiss had been gripping it. The purpose of the item was not immediately apparent to Pyrrha. She cautiously ran her thumb over the control switch. She nearly dropped it when she realised what it does. "Weiss, I'm frightened." She handed the bullet back to Weiss.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Losing control."

"It'll be ok, I promise. This is all going to help. Trust me. Pyrrha, need you to open the sheet now."

Pyrrha nearly sobbed. "No."

"Please, I asked nicely." Pyrrha stubbornly shook her head. Weiss sighed. "Yang, hold her down."

Yang's quick submission hold was gentle but effective, Pyrrha was too busy defending her modesty to stop her. They wrestled for about three seconds, that was all it took for Yang to get on top. She held Pyrrha's arms above her head, and had her thick, heavy thighs pinning down Pyrrha's shoulders. Weiss was free to remove the sheet anytime she wanted. Off it came, Weiss was dumbstruck by the view. Pyrrha was more than sexy, her physique was phenomenal. Was her body better than Yang's, that was a dangerous route for Weiss' mind to go down because goddamn, the comparison was so close. One thing was for sure, Pyrrha was insane to be so insecure.

"Wow."

Weiss pulled down the hands that had gone to hide Pyrrha's excruciatingly red face, and tried to coax them back towards Pyrrha's crotch. She let out a vulnerable whimper as she lightly fingered her most intimate place, but her body moved towards her hand, seeking out the touch. The room shuddered with Pyrrha. Yang caught Weiss' eye. This is what Pyrrha meant.

"Pyrrha, stop fighting. Let go of your fear, this isn't dangerous." Weiss' hand was more stern now, using her muscles to keep Pyrrha engaged with her pussy.

The metal in the room and building creaked loudly and started to rumble. It occurred to Weiss that Pyrrha could literally kill them in the blink of an eye at any time she wanted, basically, or if she suddenly went off the deep end and went crazy, there would be a lot of people in danger.

"Look at me, Pyrrha, focus on me."

"What are you doing?"

Weiss brandished the vibrator, clicking it on. "Trust me." Pyrrha's eyes grew to the size of ferris wheels at the noise coming from the little device. Weiss presented it to her with sincere altruism.

"Forget about everything else, Pyrrha. Just focus on this." The bullet rose into the air out of Weiss' hand. Both Weiss and Yang watched in awe, as it had an appreciable amount of air time, before it zoomed straight in between the legs of Pyrrha Nikos. Yang had to hold in her laugh as she matched the side-eye from Weiss, who was smug and smirking as she was very pleased with herself indeed. Pyrrha gasped and mumbled incoherently. Yang could feel her temperature rising and let her go.

"It's all you. You got it."

Yang and Weiss stood up, and held onto each other. Sparks surged through them as Jaune knocked on the door. "Hey, is everything all right? I can hear weird noises."

Weiss snuck him into his own bedroom and nodded for Yang to get going. Jaune stood there, like he had been struck by lightning. His mouth twitched, but words failed him. Weiss pushed his deadweight forwards.

Yang grinned and winked. "Go, go, go, soldier. March!" Yang spanked Jaune's ass as he stumbled past.

Once outside, with the door firmly shut behind them and locked from the inside, Yang breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Ok, I have to say this, and this is coming from me, but that was the weirdest sexual experience I've ever had."

"Yes, I can't disagree with you there. That was, by far, the most bizarre fifteen minutes of my life."

"Let's never speak of this again."

"Agreed."

"So, on this totally normal, completely uneventful morning, what shall we do?"

"Well, study for the re-sit for starters. Oh, and we have to fix our room in order to do that. Don't tell anyone this, but I really don't care anymore. Is that bad?"

"You don't care?!"

Weiss shrugged. "I have enough credits to pass."

"Oh right, yeah, your grade is averaged out over the whole year so you'll be fine. Me, on the other hand."

Weiss took a deep breath. "I won't let you fail. I'll think of something."

Entering their dorm while the bright noon sun filled the room with horrid but beautiful, truth-bearing light, gave them a much needed reality check. Their sins were now vivid and disgraceful, painting a wild picture of the previous night. Weiss finally worked out why they didn't sleep on the mattress. There was a massive fucking bloodstain underneath it, and since Yang's mattress had been lying on top of it all night, it had soaked through to the springs. Yang's first thought made her sick, who had she assaulted this time? This was a diabolical disaster. Weiss wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that she still couldn't remember a single fucking thing about last night, or the fact that they had to face the music today and fix everything without any foreknowledge.

Weiss wanted to scream at the world when her scroll began to beep incessantly. Who would send that many texts? But on the bright side, at least her battery was charged. Screaming was insufficient to display the rage she felt when she opened the message stream. Clear and blurry pictures of them, naked, being intimate, obviously taken this morning when Cardin poked his head around the door. She stabbed at her touch screen to delete those. But a video message and a file from Cardin made her stomach plummet down to the basement. She pressed play on the video message, without knowing that she was changing her life forever.

"Hi." Cardin waved. "I just want to start out by saying, don't hate me. You're the ones responsible. Go ahead, take a look at that little file I sent you." he was saying, sweet and sarcastic. "I think you'll find it very interesting, and then once you've heard what I'm going to say, I think you'll find it impossible to hate me. So did you watch it yet? My advice, don't be surprised, and remember, don't blame me. I didn't do this, you did. So, you have two choices, you can meet me after viewing this video in my dorm by midnight tonight to discuss my terms, or you don't show up, and I'll upload this video publicly, for all the world to see. Starting with your daddy."

The craze of adrenaline assaulted Yang and Weiss, they were ready to explode. Their breathing was accelerating and Weiss had to take a moment to hesitate so they could calm themselves and prepare for what they were about to do. Yang gulped.

Weiss was furious with Cardin, but mainly themselves, when in the first ten seconds of the video, she gave him permission to film them. In fact, it was all their idea. To quote Yang, it's fucking hot when someone watches, and made them want to put on a show. Weiss selected the filter she wanted him to use, explaining what she was doing while slurring and completely naked. He took hold of her scroll, gave a thumbs up to the camera and then pointed it on them as they began to showcase their exhibitionist ways. They cringed as Cardin touched them progressively more intimately, and they encouraged him to do it. Without realising, they held their breath, until the point when he actually had his fingers inside them, then they convulsed. They claimed to be the best porn directors and actresses in the world, and ordered him about to get the best points of view and all the close ups that they wanted. Paralysed, they forced themselves to watch the whole thing.

Yang yelled for it to stop when she finally learned what men saw when she went down on them. Cardin did have a big cock, and she sucked it for all it was worth. Worst of all, for some bizarre reason that disgusted Yang to her very soul, she allowed him to touch her hair, with his hands and with his dick. She covered her eyes, and Weiss had to confirm three times that it was over and he didn't cum at all, let alone in her hair. Cardin had been convinced that blondes were the most fun, but Atlas girls had the best pussies and Weiss came with the added bonus of having endless amounts of cocaine. Cardin put the camera down at one point, so they had audio footage only of someone clearly cutting up lines on a flat mirror and several people snorting through straws in turn. Weiss was already crying silently by that point. Her life was over now. This video of her acting exactly like the person she really was, loose in malicious hands, was shredding her sanity.

"What the fuck, Yang?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you!"

"Did you not see the start of that thing? It was you."

"I swear to god, if you try to blame me, you are going to regret ever being born."

"You can be such a bitch." Yang muttered under her breath. "Whatever, Wino. We did it, so now what?"

Weiss' skin was cold and clammy. "We have to kill him. I don't care, we have to stop him. Threaten him, beat him up, cut out his tongue, whatever we have to do to prevent him from releasing that video. I don't know, you come up with something! No one can see this. Ever."

"Duh, I know."

"Tch, you're probably used to this, but I can't stand it."

"I don't want anyone to see it anymore than you do!"

"Then come up with an idea because, at the moment, my whole future is in the hands of someone who doesn't have two brain cells to connect with a neuron."

"What?"

"Exactly!" Weiss yelled at the heavens.

Weiss let a scream explode out of her mighty mouth. Yang covered her ears in pain, looking up, she was shocked that no glass broke. They clung onto one another, and desperately wished for the other to come up with a viable solution to fix this utter bullshit. Their consent was recorded on the video, they couldn't use that as a defense. They were drunk, but clearly not that drunk as they seemed legally compos mentis, enough to plan out and perform lewd sex acts while playing up to a camera. Yang glanced around, surveying the destruction. The video, although edited, was only 25 minutes long, and it contained no footage of them using and abusing the dozen dildos that were lying around the room, or wreaking havoc so that their dorm ended up in this dreadful state. They checked and double-checked themselves and their bodies, surely there should be something, a bruise or a scrape, that could match up to the damage done in the dorm. They had a few bumps and red patches, but they seemed unrelated to the mess, and had more to do with the dildos that were still lying about for anyone to see. Weiss began stress-cleaning, as a way to keep the cold shivers of fear at bay. Yang joined her, she didn't know what else to do. They barely scratched the surface of the enormous task that had befallen them, when Ruby and Blake barged in.

"Yang, Weiss, I've got something to say-" Ruby reeled and then peered at them with one eye squinting.

"You two look like shit." Blake could always be relied upon to speak the truth in her usual frank and objective way.

"What the hell happened here!? What, in the name of all that is holy, have you done to our room?"

"Ruby, I-"

"This is too much. You guys have gone too far this time. We came to look for you, because now we've been told we have to take that dumb test again, because your sorry asses couldn't pull yourselves together to pass a goddamned exam."

"You've failed, like I knew you would."

"Weiss, what happened to you? You're supposed to be the smart one. Yang, you promised me you could do this."

"You're both pathetic."

"Blake!"

"No, she needs to hear this." Blake pointed a sharp finger at Yang. "You're worthless. I don't know why I believed any of your promises, they were all meaningless. And I trusted you to sort her out, but you couldn't because no one can. You're useless, and she's hopeless." Blake snarled at Weiss. Ruby gasped, but she had no words to defend Yang.

"I tried, ok." Yang mumbled, blinking back tears.

"No, you didn't!"

"I actually studied this time."

"Not hard enough! I was right all along, you have no business being here."

"Hey, you leave her alone. She did the best with what she had, ok?"

"Her best?" Blake growled at Weiss. "You mean by taking all her fucking clothes off so that all her fanboys could have weekly wank material?"

"Fuck you! You didn't seem to mind my fans when they were buying you drinks and giving you the VIP treatment."

Everyone insisted on talking at once. Within seconds, it devolved into shouting and yelling. Weiss, who did not like to have her intelligence questioned, was using soprano tones to get her point across. Yang and Blake were mad enough they were about to break out into fisticuffs.

"Uhhh, guys?" Jaune poked his head around the door, not unlike the way Cardin did it earlier that morning. He let himself in, but he still hadn't got their attention. He put his fingers in the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath and produced a powerful, deafening whistle. Honestly, there might have been a shockwave. It made them turn to face him with all the whites of their eyes showing clearly, and comical slack jaws.

"Hey Jaune." Ruby cleared her throat, ready to address Jaune, leader-to-leader, hoping he would ignore the blatantly obvious truth that she couldn't control her team. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to Yang and Weiss."

"Uhhh, they're quite busy right now, but I'm sure they can spare a moment for you." Ruby twisted Yang's arm and pushed her forwards. Yang grabbed Weiss along with her. They stumbled out after him, and felt like they were walking the plank. Ruby watched them go, devising ways she would tell them that they were responsible for all her problems right now and how she intended for them to make it up to her, starting by quit acting like such selfish jerks.

Jaune acting nervous was making Yang and Weiss very nervous. They took a few steps, and stopped, but he led them further away before turning to them with alarming seriousness. "I'm sure you're wondering what my thoughts are concerning what-" He cleared his throat. "Happened between you and Pyrrha earlier."

Yang started about three different sentences, but didn't know how to finish any of the apologies or the flimsy justifications she had for the incident. Weiss put her thoughts into words. "We did that only because she was willing and she wanted to learn. We felt honour bound to help her."

"I don't know what you did. But it worked. So thank you." He wrapped an arm around each of them and they hugged. Yang and Weiss were glad when it was over. Jaune made a quick exit, which left them standing there, stammering like idiots. They didn't have much time to take in what just transpired. Ruby and Blake marched at them, with grim expressions on their faces.

"What the heck was that?"

"We do not speak of it."

"What does that mean?"

"Yang, you're supposed to tell me everything."

"Trust me, sis, there's a legit reason we don't wanna talk about it."

"And that reason is?"

"Confidential." Mainly because holding Pyrrha down while Weiss practically forced her to masturbate was one of the most fucked up things that Yang had ever done.

Ruby shrugged. "Yang will tell me later, she's the worst at keeping secrets."

Yang frowned. She awarded that particular title to Ruby, but admittedly she would take the silver. Blake shifted her gaze between Yang and Weiss, and trusted herself that she could extract the information later, when they didn't have their guard up.

"Anyway, you still haven't explained what the hell happened to all my stuff? Why does our room look like the aftermath of an attack? Why is there blood on the floor? Whose blood is it?"

Honestly, they weren't sure. Weiss tried to stall for time to come up with an answer, but thankfully, Blake saved them. "It isn't blood. It's wine."

"Let me guess, you don't know what you guys were thinking, you were drunk and probably high, blah blah fucking blah. Do you know how sick I am of hearing about shit like this?"

Yang stepped in front of Weiss to block the vicious glare Ruby was directing at her. "Ruby, you're right, we were drunk. We want you to know that we are really, really sorry about this."

"I don't care that you're sorry. These days, it doesn't mean much. This is your last chance. You better start coming up with answers, what happened, how are you going to fix this?"

"Whatever it takes." Weiss came out of Yang's shadow. "We will do everything. Pass the exam, clean the room, and get back at Cardin." She slammed one fist into her other palm.

"Get back at Cardin, for what? I thought we were winning."

"We were. Until this." Ruby and Blake got to watch Cardin's taunting message, but not the attached video. "He's going to blackmail us with that video if we don't stop him before tomorrow."

Blake's hands slid down the sides of her face in despair. "We leave you alone for one night. One night! You told us you would stay in, be quiet, have a study night. You're unbelievable."

"What's on the video, Yang, or do I not want to know?"

"You don't even need to ask. It's obvious what's on it. This is Yang we're talking about here, what else could it be? It's gotta be porn, plus this room smells like a fucking whorehouse. Look around, mess everywhere, panties on the floor, used dildos, someone should definitely crack a window in here."

"Go any further, and you are asking for a smack on the mouth! I'm not that girl anymore, I'm different. I'm better now."

"Not from where I'm standing."

"Just stop!" Weiss held her arm up, assuming control. "We have to do something about that video. That's more important than who's a slut right now. I know we've been less than gracious friends and roommates, but fighting between ourselves doesn't help anyone." Weiss had to quell the protests that Ruby and Blake were about to make by holding up a single finger to indicate that she had a point.

"We are all in it together, because we all know, this affects all of us. If Cardin leaks that video online, everything we've done in the past will become public. That puts a spotlight on us and they'll find dirt on all of us. If they can't find anything, they'll make it up. We'd all be screwed. We need to protect each other to stop that from happening. So what if I'm mainly talking about Yang here, she's one of us. What hurts her, hurts the rest of us. I know it's asking for a bit much, but I want to be able to finish school without any more scandals, so that I can say that this was always the right thing to do. And I mean that for all of us."

Roused by Weiss' speech, Ruby held her chin up and puffed out her chest. "Ok, guys, we have a new mission. Stop Cardin."

"I didn't agree to any mission, I don't want to have a hand in this."

"Blake, sorry, but I'm overruling you. Weiss is right, they'll dig up our pasts. If anyone cared to look closely, I'm sure they'd uncover the fact that you were in the White Fang and close to Adam Taurus, a known felon. I'm sure they'd find out my mom died when I was young, and make it into something horrible, like a freak show. Let's try to keep all that between us, so we can keep each other safe. Like a team."

Blake folded her arms, maintaining her hands in fists. "So does anyone have an actual plan?"

"Actually, why don't we wait? See what his demands turn out to be. He's not so high and mighty that he won't take a bribe."

"Nope, not happening. I'm not waiting around to do something. I have to do something now."

"Yeah, I'm with Yang. He's the type of guy who'd take your money and use the video anyway, somehow make a profit out of that too."

"Guys, guys, listen to me. I have a plan." Ruby sounded like a broken record. It was good, though, and reassuring. "This is a perfect opportunity to use our stealth powers." All three of Ruby's teammates were at a loss as to how to respond to that. What stealth powers? Ruby continued before her sanity could be questioned. "Remember, this is what Professor Ozpin was teaching us. I know we haven't had a lesson for a while, but we all learned something the first few times he called us in. Am I right?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"Stealth our way in and steal it back."

"It's on his scroll, which he always has with him. I checked the message history, and he sent it to himself from mine. We have a copy and he has a copy."

"Or multiple copies that he could've made by now." Blake sighed. "You have to figure out how to stop him from releasing it."

"This is impossible. What the fuck are we gonna do?"

"If we could get to his scroll, we could clone it. Swap it for his one, but delete the video first. Then he'll think he has it, until he goes to check. By then, we will have hacked his computer, and deleted any copies off there, so he has nothing to blackmail us with."

"Hack his computer? Do you even know any hackers?"

"No, I thought Weiss might."

"I don't actually."

"Anyone else? No? Ok, well, we can't fucking do that then, and we're back to having no plan."

"Back to my plan, physically steal it."

"Ruby, this isn't a movie. We can't just steal it, we will be caught. Then Cardin will definitely use that video."

"Is there any way you can claim it's a hoax?"

Weiss had already thought about that. They were too well-known for their own good, Yang's butt was instantly recognisable, let alone her face. "No. We can be seen clearly, doing- being disgusting! He keeps sending me texts that our time is running out and the clock's ticking."

"Ok, calm down." Blake had Yang's back on this one, they both caught Weiss by the arm to prevent any impending rants. "I have an idea. If we get one of his buddies, and use him to lure out Cardin, then hopefully we can separate him from his scroll and get rid of the evidence." No one offered a better plan so Yang folded her arms, and seemed rather smug about her idea, which was terrifying in itself. Ruby exuberantly agreed with Yang's plan. Ruby's job was easy, lookout. The other three had their targets, and couldn't give up until they succeeded.

Yang proceeded with determination, because she had the hardest job. She followed Dove for about half an hour, he got some snacks and cigarettes from the convenience store. He went to a betting shop and she read from his discarded ticket that the greyhound he bet on didn't win. She was embarrassed for him when his attempt a chat-up line on a random female pedestrian was taken as offensive, possibly creepy, from the look on her face.

She had to catch him before he got back to the Team CRDL dorm room. He was on his way back to campus, whistling as he went. Yang heard her own footsteps at double volume as she stepped in his footprints. She couldn't help how suspicious she looked tailing him, but he never noticed until she was right behind him.

"Hey Bronzewing. Got a question for ya." Yang's forearm slapped down like a metal bar across his neck. The back of his head bounced against a concrete wall. "What do you know about a certain video Cardin may or may not have on his scroll and maybe showed you. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know nothing about that!"

"Really?" Yang slammed his back into the wall. "By the way, you should address me as sir."

"Ok, ok. There is a video." The punch started before he'd even finished his sentence. "Yes, sir! Sorry, sir."

"Where is it?"

"I dunno!" He tried to clear his throat, but she wasn't allowing him to swallow. His breaths came out in laboured grunts. His lips and eyes were pulsing due to the obstruction of blood flow.

"Start talking. Or my fist is going to get real friendly with your face." She swapped the hand squeezing his neck, so she could draw back her right fist.

Dove's eyes were popping out of his skull. "He sent it to each one of us, and if we get a text with the password, we have to upload it to Scrollmates." Fuck, shit, damn, and blast! If any member of Team CRDL acted suspicious, that would probably trigger Cardin to upload the video. All of them had it, not just Cardin, she was worried that any one of them might take it upon himself to spread the video around as an act of revenge.

"Did you watch it?"

"No." His breathing was restricted even further. Just as he saw the white dots, Yang loosened her grip a little. "Yes! Yes, ok, I watched it. Only once, I swear. He made me watch it. I can't breathe."

"Got one more question for you, and then I'll let you go. If your buddy Cardin sends you a text, are you going to upload the video?" Dove shook his head. "What was that? Speak up."

"No, sir."

"Good." Yang put him down so that his feet were on the ground again.

Yang grabbed his scroll and dropped it next to their feet. "I guess since you won't be needing this anymore…" She let the stamp of her boot heel crunching the glass and circuit boards into the ground punctuate that sentence.

"You gonna mention our little chat to Cardin?"

"N-no, sir!"

She dropped him, and turned her back as he spluttered on his hands and knees, rubbing his bruised, tender neck. His chest felt tight, his oxygen debt was huge. She almost kicked him while he was down, but that was too cruel. Yang bolted and ran back to Ruby.

"Is he back yet?" she said, between breaths.

"Nope. No one came in or out."

"Ok. Ok, ok. This is good, it means they're not together yet, and they don't know we're after them."

Weiss and Blake joined them to begin their next strategy meeting. "Got another problem. It's on the Cloud in case one of them accidentally deletes it. By the way, Russell is a weirdo freak, I'm never talking to him again."

"The Cloud, shit, worst invention ever. I wish I did know some hackers."

"Shit. I wish I didn't destroy Dove's scroll. We could've gotten access into his account. He said something about a password, did anyone learn it?"

Both Weiss and Blake shrugged and shook their heads. Weiss snapped her attention to Blake. "Did you not get Russell's scroll then?"

"No, I couldn't."

"Couldn't?"

"Did you even try?" Blake shrugged. "Tch. Go back and try again, there's still a little time. Just like lift it out of his pocket, I know I've seen you do that before."

"When? Are you trying to say I'm a thief?" Blake crossed her arms and huffed. "I'm done with this. I already tried, it didn't work."

"Blake! This should've been easy for you." Yang was annoyed that her plan wasn't followed, in her head it had been foolproof. "Try to be a little bit more persuasive next time."

"Trust us, we know he has a Faunus fetish. He sent us about five messages a day asking until we put Velvet's pictures up."

"That is so disgusting. No way."

"Please, Blake, you're the best there is at this."

"There's no way I can get his scroll, he thinks I'm really weird now. Weiss should have hers. That's our way in."

"Actually, I didn't get mine either."

"What the hell, yours was supposed to be a cakewalk. Am I the only one who followed my plan?"

"Evidently."

"I did my job as lookout!"

"Yeah, thanks, Ruby." The sisters bumped fists.

"Well, I did follow Sky to the library, but I couldn't exactly do anything in there, could I?" Weiss kicked the floor. "All he did was play on that stupid MMO everyone is going on about. I thought about logging in and making a character to speak to him that way."

"That would've been better than doing nothing."

"How dare you, I did something better than your stupid plan anyway."

"D'ya know what? I've had it with you." Yang took two large strides and was nose-to-nose with Weiss, scowling down at her. "I'm trying to help, and you're knocking me back at every opportunity."

"Come up with something clever then!"

"You haven't thought of anything, I think the drugs make you stupider than you're willing to admit."

"You're an idiot, you did the exact same drugs. You didn't need much convincing."

"Oh, that's it-"

Ruby considered that she might get a slap for doing this, but she pinched one ear each of Yang and Weiss, and pulled. Their skulls bashed together, and they both groaned and cradled the brand new bumps on their heads. Ruby felt good that she could be a successful disciplinarian for once, if a little heavy-handed. "Stop your squabbling. You need to sort this shit out, and you have to work together. Or you have no chance."

Blake rolled her eyes, her ocular muscles were getting tired from the amount of times she had done that in the last five minutes. "All right, fine. Ruby and I will distract the others, we'll keep them away from their dorm as long as possible." She shook her head in dismay. "So you can do whatever you need to do."

"Sorry guys, that's the best we got. It's up to you."

"All right." Yang's brow lowered in determination. "We're going in." She smashed her fists together with that trademark brashness she was known for, Weiss grabbed one hand and took firm hold. Ruby and Blake left in opposite directions, while Yang and Weiss waited in their dorm for the signal to go. The anticipation was akin to torture. Even Weiss couldn't sit still, and paced the length of the room, trying not to take her nerves out on Yang. They were almost at the point of climbing the walls when they got the double beep from their scrolls, indicating that the coast was clear.

It was cringe-worthily stupid to try the door handle, but other ideas weren't forthcoming. The door was locked, of course.

"Damn, failed at the first hurdle."

"Can't you just, I don't know, break the door down?"

Professor Ozpin briefly flashed through Yang's memory. "I should probably not break any more school property."

"What should we do then?"

Yang sighed. "I don't know. Is there another way in?"

Weiss rubbed her forehead, pacing up and down. Yang's eyes followed her back and forth, but her mind was quiet so she let Weiss think. Weiss snapped her fingers. "I got it. Sun climbs trees."

"Ok, I think the drugs have finally addled your brain, Wino."

"Shut up about that. He climbed up to our window, yeah it was easy for him, but he's also an idiot. He came up from ground level, we can drop in from above. Cardin lives on the top floor. Shouldn't be too hard to climb down from the roof and get in through the window."

"Huh, that's actually not a bad idea."

Weiss scoffed. "I already knew that, but thanks though."

"Pfft. Smartass."

So that was their plan. Admittedly, it was a bit shitty, but it was something. Weiss suggested that Blake had some climbing equipment in their dorm, at least that's what Weiss thought it was, but it was really some kind of kinky outfit. Yang left it in a mess on the floor, and promptly tripped over some of the uber strong ribbon material that Blake used for her weapon. That was as good as anything they were going to get. Up on the roof, they only just realised how precarious this plan actually was, they would need a lot of luck to pull it off.

"Don't get careless and fucking drop me."

"Keep talking like that, and my fingers might get slippery."

Weiss groaned in disgust. "Yang, focus, please." Weiss sat on the edge, with her feet over the side. The ribbon wasn't long enough to anchor to anything solid, so Yang had to hold Weiss with the strength of her back alone. Nothing she couldn't handle, she reassured Weiss and herself multiple times. Weiss slid off the side, one buttcheek at a time, and Yang held on tight.

"I wasn't even making a pun. That was your own dirty mind. Although, now you mention it..."

"Yang!" Weiss was dangling in the air, hundreds of feet above the ground, waving slightly in the breeze due to her little outburst.

"Ok, sorry! Lowering you down now."

"Too fast, too fast! Ok, lower, lower. Not too much! Stop moving, I'm swinging like crazy. You're doing it wrong, don't wrap it around your hands like that."

Yang rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's annoying complaints and almost did drop her. "Shit!"

Weiss screamed out of her stomach because it was trying to burst out of her mouth. "You gave me a motherfucking heart attack. I swear to god, Xiao Long, when I get back on the ground, I'm going to murder you and hide the tiny, cut up pieces of your body in a freezer."

"Careful with those threats, 'cos I'm the one who decides how fast you get there."

Weiss almost retorted back that Yang wouldn't dare do any such thing, but perhaps since Yang was the only thing keeping her from being a smear on the ground at the moment, she shouldn't be so snappy. Weiss' toes touched the window sill finally, and she clung to the wall, hoping that she would instantly develop reptile powers so she could stick to the wall like a lizard. Her tiny hands squeezed through the thin gap between the window and the frame and she levered it open, wide enough for her to jump inside. She gagged immediately on the strong odour of Eau de Jockstrap.

"Come on, get down here and help me look for clues."

Yang's feet could be seen from inside, but she was too scared to make the jump, Weiss could see her shaking. "Uhh, I think I'll just stay up here." The feet disappeared from Weiss' view.

"Don't leave me alone in here. Just drop inside, the window's wide open, though you might need a little momentum."

"If I fall, you'll catch me, right?"

"Yes, of course." Weiss' heart was thumping like mad, Yang was explicitly trusting her with her life. "You've got this, it's like a pull up, but in reverse. You can make it, I believe in you." Weiss could actually hear Yang mumbling to herself, working up the courage to perform this feat.

"Ok, I'm gonna do it!" Yang sent down a thumbs up. She hesitantly put one leg over the edge, then the other. Her hands were sweaty, she wasn't sure about her grip, even though she could deadlift four times her bodyweight. With all the grace of a newborn giraffe, Yang let herself down and flopped on top of Weiss, who was diligently holding her arms out, ready to 'catch' her.

"I didn't know you were afraid of heights, Yang." she said, when they narrowly avoided bumping noses.

Yang scrambled to her feet, trying to hide the blush on her face. "Am not!"

"You didn't have a problem with flying over Forever Fall, and executing a landing strategy after a hundred metre descent."

"I had my gauntlets for that. Listen, Ice Queen, I can handle heights, ok. I just like having a safety net, and if you hadn't noticed, today I'm unarmed."

"I can't believe you got scared."

"I wasn't that scared, I knew you would catch me."

"Aww." Weiss' smile and Yang's reluctance to grin was probably the cutest thing ever.

Their ears pricked up at the sound of someone turning off the shower. Cardin had heavy footsteps, they could hear him thud around the tiled bathroom floor. He was opening the door. "I can hear weird noises. Are you guys sucking each other's dicks again? What the-" Cardin almost let his towel drop. Yang and Weiss froze, as if that would make them invisible. Inside, they were screaming and their blood ran cold. They let Cardin put on some shorts, while they trembled in dread, they couldn't even open the door from this side to escape. His head swivelled to the still locked door, and the wide open window. "I'm gonna kill those lazy fuckers, if I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times to shut that fucking window." He turned to the two intruders in his room. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He snorted. "You weren't trying to weasel out of paying up what you owe me, were you?"

Goddamn, his rhetorical questions were annoying. "You know why we're here, Cardin. We're getting that video back one way or another."

"No, you're not. I'm not letting it go."

"You will. We're not joking, Cardin. Terrible things will happen if you don't give it up!" Weiss was turning red with fury.

"Oh yeah, like what?" He was enjoying this, the little prick. "I have everything, you have nothing."

"Don't start with me." Yang cracked her knuckles. "You will regret it."

"Ok, fine. Because I'm a nice guy, I'll make a deal with you. I'll delete the video."

"Good."

"If, and only if, you get me every item on this list."

Weiss snatched the printed list. She scoffed and threw it on the ground. "You could have emailed that to us. Instead of screwing with us all day long."

"No, because that's not all. I want to have sex with you."

"Wha-"

"Both of you. I want to film it. I'll keep it private, obviously. Just for my own use, and a some close friends of mine. I'm sure you understand."

Yang and Weiss grit their teeth and simultaneously denied this request. "No fucking way."

"Cardin." Weiss spoke with robotic clarity. "Are you definitely saying that unless we have sex with you, you'll release a private tape of us without our permission?"

"Will you fuck me or not? I won't be responsible for whatever happens when this video goes public. I've told you what I want. Are you game, or what?"

"Is that what it will take for us to get the video back? Those are your demands?"

"How many times do I have to say it? If it makes you feel any better, she can suck my dick again, but I have to fuck at least one of you."

"Cardin, I'm going to say this very slowly so you can understand. You're dumb. This is how we're gonna get the tape back." Weiss served him the legal documents. "You read and sign this. Then you relinquish all claimed ownership of that video to us, to even talk about it is considered a crime."

"What the fuck-"

"That's right. These are official orders for you to cease and desist. Gagging orders." She lay another thick bundle of papers on him. "The terms of our superinjunction."

"I'm not signing that shit."

"Well, the deal is that you sign these, and we don't press charges. I think it's up to 15 years in prison and hefty fines for Article 8. What did you think would happen, Cardin? That you could lord it over us, and we would owe you something for the rest of our lives? Believe me, you're not clever enough to pull that off. So you better find all the copies you know of, and hand them over because they're our property."

"You're fucking kidding, right?"

"No, we're being deadly serious. Remove the video from your possession or we will sue you."

"Sue me?"

"Yeah, Cardin, with real lawyers and a really stern judge will decide how long you get to spend being someone's prison bitch."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Cardin got out his scroll, ostentatiously deleting the video file in front of them.

"And what about the copy on The Cloud? And your friends have it on their scrolls too."

Cardin grumbled like a belligerent child. "Fine, I'll make them delete it."

"Do it now, so we know you have."

They waited for him to call them, whisper the password behind his hand, and tell them that the plan was aborted. He couldn't get through to Dove, and Yang let him panic for a bit, before saying that he could give up on that one. He used his computer to delete the copy on The Cloud and also the unedited version that Weiss spotted on his desktop. "Happy now?"

"Yes, and, just so you know, any more secret copies of that video are worthless. It's our legal and intellectual property, and if you share it or publish it, you'll owe us thousands. If you don't play along with our rules, we can have you charged with a felony." Instead of inviting people to pirate their sex tape by trying to eradicate all trace of it, Weiss made a storefront webpage and locked their soon to be copyrighted video behind a paywall. It was their most profitable venture yet, and probably wouldn't ever be beaten.

Cardin dropped all the papers on a desk. "Ok fine, if I sign this, will you get off my back? All this talk about prison time, all I wanted was a proper threesome."

"Yes, Cardin, if you sign here and do everything we said, all of this will go away."

Cardin grunted in frustration and snatched the pen that Weiss offered him. "You guys are no fun." He scribbled his name. "Whatevs. Here." Cardin shoved the pages into Weiss' hands. She grinned in triumph.

"Thank you for making the right choice today."

"You can go now, seeing as I'm not getting anything from you." Yang was sure she heard him kick some furniture in frustration and then yelp in pain, as they left.

They had won, if by the skin of their teeth. Yang punched the air. "Weiss, you were so awesome the way you read him the Riot Act. He shat himself when you laid that pile of papers on him. How did you get that?"

Weiss gave a tiny wink. "I just copy and pasted a bunch of professional-sounding legal shit, and printed it out on fancy paper. I think most of it was the terms and conditions of that online game that Sky was playing."

Yang took Weiss in her arms and spun around in celebration. "You are so fucking brilliant. My little genius."

They ran, holding hands, back to their dorm. Ruby had picked through some of the crap, found some things of hers, and was putting it away. Blake came out of the bathroom, she was oddly dressed, she couldn't find a whole outfit to wear amongst all the rubbish, so she had to make do with a pair of Yang's shorts, mismatching socks, a top that obviously belonged to Ruby, judging by the cute cartoon character on the front, and one of her own bras.

"I assume from your smiles that you were successful." Blake still seemed dubious.

"Of course."

"At last, some good news."

"I'm quite surprised you're still here, thought you'd be with your other friends."

"I had nothing clean to wear." What she meant was, she had nothing black to wear.

"I will, of course, pay for the laundry. We can stick it all in together, if nobody minds. It'll have to be tomorrow though, there's a lot of work to do here first."

"The sooner, the better."

"Yeah, I guess you want to get back to your friends. They must be so fun to hang out with, because you're always with them, never with us."

Blake passed a side glance to Yang and Weiss. "Uhhh…"

"Yeah, Blake. Who are these new peeps that you're chilling with, instead of us?"

"They're just these friends, I met online. We hang out because we're all really similar, have the same taste in music."

"Are they Faunus too?"

"No, only Laiken is Faunus."

"Blake."

"Fine, we're all Faunus, but we hide our true selves. They know about me, too. We call ourselves the Bleak Fang, because we're sick of being associated with the current Faunus Rights Movement. They don't get it, the White Fang aren't fighting for equality anymore, they're almost fighting for the sake of fighting. It doesn't help our cause, they're sending us back 50 years of progress or more. #FaunusLivesMatter started out about being equal, but now it's a joke. It's like they're hiding behind a slogan so they have an excuse to cause chaos."

"Does Sun know about the Bleak Fang?"

"Not really, he's not interested in politics. He warned me not to get too into it, he didn't want another 'cult' situation on his hands. But he doesn't realise that this is different, we're really helping. Actually, we're really making a difference. Well, we would if we had as many followers as you guys. They're just into the same stuff as me, and you guys don't have to get involved with it because you're not Faunus, so it doesn't matter to you."

"It does matter to us, because we're your friends." Yang and Weiss hastened to agree.

"They're my friends too."

"Well, it's fine for you to hang out with them, we don't care that you have other friends, but, we'd like to see you too."

"Yeah, so don't do a Yang and disappear on us all the time." Weiss nudged Yang with her elbow, and Yang smirked. Ruby sniggered. Blake got the message, and smiled.

"So, what are we going to do about our room?"

"Well, I promised that we would clean it up and we will."

Blake dropped a hand on her shoulder. "Would you like some help? It'd be pretty mean of us, to make you do it all by yourselves." Ruby nodded along with her.

"But, aren't you guys still mad at us? For breaking everything, and generally being a huge shitshow?"

Ruby giggled. "Well, yeah. But it's hard, because we still like you."

Weiss gasped, covering her shocked open mouth. Yang grinned. "I knew you guys would come around."

Ruby held up a finger to warn them of a caveat to that statement. "I'm still a little mad that you broke my bunk bed. I spent ages putting that up."

"What if we made it again, but this time, make your bed level so you don't have to be scared of rolling off in your sleep?"

"Well, I was thinking that we make something better, for all of us."

"Like what?"

Weiss whispered something in Ruby's ear, which made Ruby's eyes pop open in realisation. She ran to get her graph paper, and spread out her Weapons Weekly magazines, open on all the best design articles and how-tos. Yang and Blake were bewildered until Ruby presented them with an intricate blueprint for a brand new bunk bed, with one major change to their last set-up. She had given Weiss and Yang the bottom bunk, but made it into an almost full-sized double. She made out like it was so she could be less irritated by all the tossing and turning they did trying to get comfortable every night, but really, it was a lovely gift to them and their burgeoning relationship. Best of all, most of it could be made out of the materials from their old bunks. Team RWBY set to work with their tools.

Ruby pulled the rope taut, almost her entire body weight was being used to counterbalance the bed. Yang could see her arms shaking, she had to move quickly. Weiss helped pull, and managed to drag Ruby backwards at the same time. She caught Ruby with one arm before her face hit the ground, and held the bed up with the other.

"I didn't know my own strength, sorry Ruby."

Ruby looked around, dizzy at being thrown off her feet. Yang was trying not to laugh. "Bring that bit up a bit. Then to me."

Yang nodded, and pushed the frame over an inch. As promised, the feet slid into place and locked. The frame was almost complete. Ruby handled all the designing of the moving mechanical parts, Weiss took all the precise measurements, Blake's fine motor control made her perfect for assembling all the tiny cogs and wheels. Yang, obviously, used her physicality to build the foundation and cut the large pieces they needed, and put most of it together. She offered to cut a tree down when they ran out of wood, but Weiss used her credit card to get some extra lumber dropped off by truck, because no one could be sure of the rules about felling the trees on school grounds. Yang and Blake brought it in as a team, making sense of the pre-cut pieces of timber and fixing all the new pieces in place.

Weiss couldn't abide the new mess that their DIY project was making, she used a handheld vacuum cleaner and sucked up all the piles and trails of sawdust as they went. In the process, she also sorted out and tidied up the whole room to her satisfaction, the room was completely unrecognisable to this morning, notwithstanding the new furniture they had built. She wiped more dust from the finished product before expertly making the beds with clean sheets.

Ruby smiled, proud of their achievement. The only thing that could make a transforming pair of bunk beds even better, is if she somehow managed to make it also a gun. Pillow fights were about to be gamechanged, one of the settings was a fort, complete with a flag.

Blake wiped the sweat from her brow. "We did it."

"Of course we did. We are an awesome team." Yang high-fived Ruby.

"Yeah! This is gonna go down in history as the best bunk beds ever. Weiss, I know you like bunk beds, so I made them even better for you."

Weiss' cheeks went pink. "Thanks, Ruby. It's pretty genius the way you guys can move your beds to be a canopy."

"You came up with the idea, I just made it for you."

"We all did it." Yang hooked her arms around her team. "We're officially the best team ever. Thanks, for not giving up on us. Especially me."

"Don't you dare start blubbing, you big softie."

"Shut up, I'll cry if I want to. I'm just so happy, I have the best friends ever." Yang squished the air out of them to prove it. "We actually did something together, as a team, and I'm so proud of it."

"Job's not quite over yet, all that shit we took out of here needs to be thrown out."

"We'll dump it."

"Just the two of you?"

"Yeah, we lift." Weiss laughed at Yang's super casual shoulder shrug. Weiss bent down to grab one end, expecting it to weigh a ton. Except, she could lift it easily, with one hand. She curled her hand around the matching half-frame and walked tall with an amused Yang following closely behind.

"Wow, Weiss. Your back looks huge right now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You look great from this angle." Yang took a picture for her private collection. The cuts hadn't come in yet, but the silhouette was dramatic and impressive. Weiss' long shadow imposed on the ground before her, her lats fully spread out, and her arms no longer looked dinky and weak. The bulge of her delts were fairly prominent, striations were not far behind. Weiss didn't have a lot of fat to start with, and some had been lost through changes in diet and hardcore training, but the biggest change came from the increase in muscle mass. Yang stood back once she had opened the dumpster lid, and let Weiss heave both pieces over the edge.

"That actually felt good." Weiss laughed, dusting her hands off. "Now we're free to do what we like."

"I'm pooped. I can't wait to lie in an actual bed tonight, and this time we can spread out properly and relax."

"Well, we have six hours to study for that re-take tomorrow morning. No sleep for us."

"Is this what your life was like back in Atlas, always at full throttle, burning the candle at both ends?"

Weiss found herself at odds with her new blasé attitude towards school. Sure, the threat of failure hung menacingly above her head. But, she didn't want to relinquish the therapeutic serenity of not giving a fuck, it made her so much happier and it was that much easier to make her smile. She was full of gratitude to Yang for making it all happen. Weiss chuckled. "I sure know what I'd like to do to both of your ends, you sexy freak." She winked, playfully poking her tongue out.

Yang gasped. "You dirty bitch. Hm, I think I know how to stay up all night and also how we're gonna pass this exam," she said with a cheeky eyebrow raise.

Unlike the last time she took a test, or anytime in the past when she had taken a written exam, Yang opened her mind and easily poured out the contents onto her page. Her points were clear and concise, it helped a lot that whenever she was thinking she had Weiss' voice in her head giving her all the answers, or chiding her for coming up with something wrong or stupid. Nobody was ever going to top the Schnee heiress at Advanced Dust Theory, but Yang felt confident that the way she tied in what she knew about Grimm might actually give her a sneaky edge against Weiss. They came out of there feeling relieved, rather than beat up, although they still braced themselves for the outcome.

Yang and Weiss couldn't keep the smiles off their faces when their successful results were returned instantly. Weiss had clawed her way back to the top ranking, everything was back to normal on that front. Yang's jaw dropped as she read that she had beaten both Ruby and Blake, although their original scores were higher and still valid. Yang was only 10 points behind Weiss, a personal record by a country mile. Yang was completely insufferable, she kept waving her excellent grade in Blake's face, her gleeful grin filled with pride. Blake reluctantly conceded that she had done well (finally), and questioned her technique for revising so hard in such a short space of time. Yang turned to Weiss and they both blushed, and suspiciously denied doing anything unusual.

Talk quickly turned into planning for their next big celebration. They'd done it, Team RWBY and Team JNPR all passed the midterm and were on course for flying through the rest of the year. There was no Vytal Tournament to provide a distraction this time, but Yang and Weiss were the first to suggest holding a school dance because it was so fun the last time and also so Ruby wasn't left out. Yang and Weiss turned out to be amazing party planners, although they could never have predicted that Jaune dancing in a dress would be the talking point of the evening, but everyone was saying about how good a party it was even before that happened. All four members of Team RWBY were skipping on their toes, voices high and loud, as they discussed the next big event.

As they turned the corner to get to their dorm, their grins evaporated as two police officers were waiting outside their door.

"What is this, what's going on?"

"Nothing to worry about, which one of you is Miss Xiao Long?" one said, reading from the paperwork.

"That would be me."

"Sign here, please." The female officer handed her a clipboard and pen, pointing to the rectangle beside Yang's name. She smiled and handed over an envelope after Yang reluctantly gave them her autograph. It was a thick envelope, the paper quality was high, signifying its importance. Weiss read the postmark. It was from the High Court.

Yang's frown lines deepened. She tore off the top of the envelope, out of it came the most official-looking document that Yang had ever seen with her own name on it. It had been embossed with the logo of the court, to deter copies and alterations.

FROM THE HIGH COURT OF THE BAYSIDE DISTRICT OF THE KINGDOM OF VALE

Plaintiff: People of Vale & District Attorney

V.

Defendant: Miss Y. Xiao Long

YOU ARE HEREBY SUMMONED to attend the Bayside Courthouse at 0900 on Monday 15th May and are required to serve an answer to the complaint which is herewith served upon you.

The violations of the Crime Act, and the City Code, are as follows:

Assault

Assault and Battery

Assault with the Intention of Grievous Bodily Harm

Murder in the third degree (voluntary manslaughter)

Failure to attend may result in the issue of a warrant for your arrest.

That was how Yang finally learned her victim's name, from a photocopy of the coroner's report.

A/N: I am aware that there is a fic called The Yangover, it's actually quite good (crack fic) but inactive and unfinished. It seems like a drunken author's brilliant idea that they had after staying up all night, and now the author has given up drinking so we probably won't see the end of it. Sad times.

I am also aware that this chapter is particularly crack-y. Sorry about that.

A/N2: If you didn't see this coming, then I'm really not doing my job correctly.