Delivery

A Black Lagoon/Rosario+Vampire Crossover based on MistressWinowyll's Take What you Want Story.

Chapter 1

The dank air hung around her like a thin cloak. Her reddish purple hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, both of her modified nine millimeters, her cutlasses, were strapped to her sides. Her muscles were stiff, too many days working, too many close calls, all of it in this shithole city, and here she was breathing in the night air. The same night air that trickled down her skin, that reminded her that she was standing in a tank top and pair of cutoffs. Daisy Dukes, she remembered what they were called back in the states. Not that she was ever going back there again. She'd been gone for about a decade, and she was better for it. Well, at least she was still free.

Her balcony was little more than a fire escape, and a poor one at that. The ladder was stuck, and there was no getting it down. Escaping from this point meant falling to the street, a good twenty-five feet down. Straight down into a dumpster. There'd been so many times that she'd looked over the ledge, straight into the black mouth of that dumpster, and she'd considered falling over. The problem was she was too much of a bitch to let life win like that. If the universe wanted to fuck her then it needed to be ready to date properly.

She breathed in the night air, taking in the sounds, and she leaned against the chipped brick work of the building. The apartment was something she barely used. Most of the time she spent her days aboard the Lagoon. The old Torpedo Boat was more of a home then this place was anyway. Her friends, or at least people she didn't hate, were there. It really had about all she needed. After all, there was a bunk, food, and some friendly company. As it was, she was stuck on land.

The fuckin' pandemic had caused even the local government to crack down on all in coming and outgoing cargo ships. She didn't believe for a second that they actually cared about who was delivering what, or where it was going to, but she understood that their cushy jobs were at stake. She knew that they had to at least look like they were trying to regulate things. That meant that what work could be had was either in town, or for some of the cartel.

Personally, she had no problem working with the Columbians, but after that fuckin' maid she was more hesitant. That bitch had come infuriating close to ending her life. It was the closest that she'd ever been. Death had practically danced with her, and somehow she managed to make it out. For most people that would be a win, but for her, it was all foreplay and nothing afterward. It was teasing in the worst way. But then again, it wasn't like she was going to give in that easily either.

Her mind drifted to her partner, and she felt a familiar stirring. She wanted him to just accept her offer, use her like a piece of meat, and then he'd be like the others. How many times did she picture him, picture Rock behind her, his hands on her hips, that slightly toned body guiding her own, and then him taking her like a man should take a woman. She had thrown out a few hints, and she'd even offered to make it a ritual of sorts. They could just fuck before a mission. A good amount of stress relief, and he would be using her. That was what she was used to. That was what she was good for. But he didn't do it, and she heard him tell her before that he thought more of her than that. Somehow, he had this ideal version of her that was above being a hired gun. He saw her as a woman to be respected. She wanted him to be like every other asshole, but he wasn't like that, and that was the problem. He was decent in a world where the decent was either corrupted or destroyed. Somehow he resisted, and fuck did she want him for it.

It was strength, and she wanted that. No, she wanted him. She wanted him to hold her, tell her she was beautiful, let her know that he loved her.

"You're a little whore, you know that, right?" the words of her father called out from deep in her mind.

"Fuck you," she whispered, "You're dead, I don't have ta listen to you, you prick."

She could practically feel the slap coming, but it never landed.

"Sure, I'm dead. Dear old Dad, dead as a fuckin' doornail, and who did that by the way? That's right, you. That fella is the same. You part your legs for him and he's gonna die."

She flicked her cigarette angrily from her mouth.

"No he wouldn't"

She wanted to prove her old man wrong. She wasn't a slut, whore, or even just a hot piece of ass. She was someone that could be with someone else. She could be more than she was, but what if she couldn't? What if she would end up ruining him?

"I hate you," she said, her voice filled with hate laced venom, "I hate what you did to me, what you let happen to me, and I hope that you're burning in hell and getting hot demon dicks up the ass."

She leaned back, feeling the pressure of the wall behind her. The itch was present, more than ever, and she wanted to do something about it. She wanted to take Rock, and have him claim her so badly. Was it wrong that she wanted him to take control? She was so used to doing whatever the fuck she wanted that having someone else call the shots, even if it was just in the bed while they were fucking, would be nice.

"But," she thought as she lit another cigarette, "He wouldn't just fuck me, would he?"

She breathed in the full flavored Pall Mall cigarette. It was the last out of the pack she had. It was a smoke, and she needed the calming effect they had, but they still tasted like cherry flavored ass. She hated that she knew what the taste of ass was like. Another reason for Rock to not respect her, but he did. She smiled as she closed her eyes. Her hands moved, mincing the feeling of his own.

"Mmmm, better be careful Rock," she whispered, "You're gonna write a check that I'm gonna make you cash."

The hands didn't stop. One moved, sliding past the well worn waistband of her cutoffs. It moved further down, finding the only part of her that so many believed was the only thing of value she had. If they tried to touch her, she'd put a bullet between their eyes. They'd be dead before they hit the floor, but it was okay for him to. She wanted him to. She felt his fingers, gentle, soft, feeling downward until he stopped.

It was a tease, but then she felt the way he caressed her. It wasn't rough, it wasn't demeaning, it was gentle. She moaned, and she felt the other hand, moving up, under her tank top, pushing her bra softly away, and cupping her right breast.

"Damn it, just fuck me already," she said, "Please, just use me like all of them would."

"You deserve better," she imagined his reply, "You deserved to be loved, to be made love to."

She moaned out, her climax reached and she almost fell forward. Her hands moved, no longer pretending to be Rock, and they caught the rail of her makeshift balcony before she could fall off of it. There was a knock, and she went to the door, she needed to be distracted. She wasn't thinking clearly, she was wanting Rock, and that wasn't good. She needed to be a hard ass, and she needed to be the most feared hired gun around. She opened the door and the object of her desire was standing there. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, and then she looked at a woman she'd never seen before. She was just taller than Rock. A lollipop stem was between her soft blue lips. Her skin was porcelain white, and she couldn't help but notice that the woman looked like a geisha doll.

She was proper, looked pleasant, and standing far too close to Rock for her liking.

"What is it, and who the fuck is that?"

Rock sighed, his white shirt and red tie looked a little disheveled, but otherwise he still looked the part of a typical business man. He stood there, outside of her apartment, not entering until she invited him in. That was something else she liked about him. He didn't try to force her to let him in. Either she did, or she didn't. He knew boundaries, and fuck if that wasn't sexy in an of itself.

"Revy, this is Tsurara Shirayuki," he said with a slight grimace, "She's contracted the Lagoon Company to help deliver some important cargo to Japan."

Revy looked at her, "Well, Miss Geisha," she said using her most snide voice, "I'm sure you noticed that the entire port is absolutely fuckin' closed. We can't exactly pay off the local government since they've got such a hard-on to prove that they're actually doing their jobs."

The living geisha doll covered her mouth and laughed slightly, "My, but you do have a colorful vocabulary, don't you?" she asked in slightly accented English, "But, trust me when I say that your trouble with the local government has been taken care of."

She looked at Rock who nodded, "We got the clearance about half an hour ago," he said, "Not sure what's going on, but Dutch said we needed to get to the port ASAP."

She groaned, "Fine," she said in mock anger, "it's not like I had a day off or anything."

She turned around, "So, what are we delivering?"

Rock looked at her, "People, without the proper papers, and from what she said we've got to go to a very specific area just outside of the mainland."

Revy growled, "The pay better be worth it."

Tsurara laughed again slightly, "Oh, we're paying twenty a head, and there's ten of us, so I would assume it should be plenty."

Revy stopped, her eyes widened, "Wait, we're getting two hundred grand for this?" she asked before she looked at Tsurara, "What's the catch? Nobody, and I mean nobody pays two hundred thousand American to smuggle in a few people. So, what's really going on?"

Rock groaned and shook his head. A moment later she heard something, and looked past Rock to see a very busty blue haired woman. Her voice had been like honey, and he seemed to grimace again, but he stood straight.

"There's no trick, no hidden reason, we just need to deliver them."

Her eyes narrowed, and instantly she had both of her pistols out. One was in the face of the snooty geisha doll, and the other was in the face of the top heavy bitch that was saying things to Rock. She was ready to deal with this right now. She was going to deal with them both, and then see what they did to Rock. She didn't even get the chance. The same voice that had spoken to Rock spoke to her. The voice was so soft, so gentle, and so seductive. She swayed for a moment before she felt arms around her.

"Revy!"

"Rock?" she asked, "You're a dumbass, you know it?"

"Well, Tsurara, what do you think? Do they pass?"

She looked toward the woman accompanying her. She stepped in closer, revealing the pant suit she was wearing. The shirt was cut to reveal ample cleavage, and the pants seemed to display her ass wonderfully. Her high heels were just overkill. She grinned as she neared Rock and Revy, "He did manage to fight against my Charm for the most part. I mean, he acted more mechanical than I'd like. I couldn't really even fondle him."

Tsurara smiled with her lollipop still in her mouth, "I believe they should be fine. It's obvious they care for one another, which is a benefit. Their captain is highly resistant, and their tech officer seems to know his trade," she replied as she stood, "They are human, which does make this a bit more difficult, but I believe that they could get us to where we need to go."

"And afterward?" Ageha asked, "What then?"

Tsurara smiled, "Oh, well that is simplicity itself. We see that their memory of the entire thing is erased, pay them, and watch our daughters live happily after that."

(Dear Readers, First, thank you for reading Delivery. I also want to thank MistressWinowyll for helping to edit, make suggestions, and give a general idea of how her story was going to go and what direction it was going to go in. Originally, this story was intended to be just a single one shot, and honestly it was being done just as a sort of inspiration. However, MistressWinowyll made the suggestion to continue it. So, I did. Honestly, I hope that all of you enjoy it. Thank you, RonJeremyPony.)