His White Knight
After reading a fic called A Surprising Knight with the Farm Boy by Guikoi I had this idea after that I was more spurred by Jaune X Whitley Challenge by MEGACOLL19. Happy thanks Giving.
Concept: Whitley X Jaune
Whitley Schnee was many things, the youngest of his sibling and yet the heir to the SDC, he was one of the few individuals in Atlas with no concern for combat. Such things his father had repeatably reminded him were meaningless to one like himself. He was a genius, a political elite and versed in many tongues, expertise and debates.
Yet he was not perfect, he knew this, he'd not been delusional like his hated elder sister Winter believing it respectable to abandon the family's legacy. Nor was he as arrogant as his sister Weiss who idolized the woman who left them for the military, though he supposed she'd only ever showed goodwill to Weiss, so of course his older sister would respond like a pet and crave her approval.
If one were to ask him his feeling on his family, the answer would be simple, He despised Winter, While she'd certainly been the sibling Weiss needed, he knew to her he was never anything beyond his father's double. Like her mother she was an alcoholic and the Atlesian Military her liquor. He still waited for the day she'd turn her blade on the SDC in the glorious name of her precious James Ironwood.
His mother… He had no comment for her, after all she'd have needed to be anything but a the louse wasting away in the garden liquor in hand… Apparently there was a time she wasn't partial to alcohol, was a loving if slightly strict mother… he envied his sisters for having such memories.
He'd recalled the one time she'd been coherent enough to acknowledge his presence his cheek still burned from the slap. His sisters had always seen him as nothing more than his father's copy, after that he knew where they got it from.
Then there was Weiss… his 'precious' older sister, did he hate his older sister, for a time. He was young and she'd never been as kind to him as Winter was to her, funny for all she spoke of admiring Winter she certainly took to their fathers' methods like himself when it came to dealing with him. Using them against him when he'd been young and trusting. But that was their relationship wasn't it. Never that of siblings, of a trusting younger brother and his kind elder sister.
But of two competitors in a competition for the SDC, yet somehow only she'd ever had people to her side. Klein, Winter and the memories of mother, even her grandfather that like mother he failed to recall. And yet she'd the nerve to sing of isolation of loneliness, though he supposed he did have somebody.
His father, the only one who'd ever acknowledged him, who treated him with respect when he'd complied to his lessons. He'd been struck of course but unlike his sisters he'd learned and in doing so gained his favor. Weiss could spout on about how he was nothing more than his father's little tool but at least he wasn't arrogant enough to insult they're father time and again. To seek out his wrath… to demand things against his wishes… to fight back.
And he'd been rewarded, he was named heir and Weiss as always fled somehow thinking a reckless fool was more appropriate to lead the SDC then himself. His sister sought not to gain favor but berate and ignore the person at the position she sought. Who'd used their families glyphs to almost have a woman ran through by a Grimm she'd summoned and then had the nerve to blame him as if he'd been responsible and her not merely incompetent.
Honestly he'd hoped she'd just stay away, leave with her band of misfits, she was happier gallivanting like fools with them. And while he'd certainly held little care for her she seemed happier with them. So, she could enjoy her days with the savages, and in turn he'd inherit the SDC, and in time move to actually change it for the better. Not from some sense of altruism, but merely self-preservation.
The White Fang had proven their cruelty in Vale, their father ignored it, but he was no fool. The fang had become more then the movement to help the Faunus people becoming a syndicate more dangerous than any other. Improving the faunus people's living conditions was a small price to pay for such a group to lessen their violence toward the SDC.
Yes he knew exactly what he'd do, he'd planned, theorized and so much more on how to change the SDC for the better. Everything he'd planned, changes, reworks of certainly conditions. And then Weiss returned demanding her status as the heiress back, behind her were eight hunters. She'd ruined everything, like she always had. Thankfully though she never spoke to him while she lived in their home again.
Why would she, he wasn't her sibling, he'd never been, no he was an obstacle at best, her father's replacement at worse. He was sure somewhere in that mind of hers he was as guilty as their father, unforgivable even despite the terrorist to her side. After all Belladonna was hardly an unknown name especially to them. Frankly how she'd not figured it out immediately only served to show how unprepared to inherit the company she was.
Honestly to not even know the names or traits of the man responsible for forming the single largest threat facing their company's last name. But of course unlike him the terrorist with blood on her hand was far more deserving of forgiveness and trust then her own sibling. Fitting and appropriate he supposed.
Her partner though was nice enough, Ruby Rose was even 'pleasant' if not naïve, her older sister Yang was it, was just like what he'd imagined Winter had been to Weiss. He'd admit to a tinge of envy at the Rose who was close to his own age. The older man Qrow was a Branwen, enough said and Oscar while not outwardly threatening, something just warned him not to approach. The boy had something to him the screamed wisdom beyond his years, or as his father would say a threat.
Finally there was the last three of her group, there was the sole survivor of Lie House, a somewhat prestigious house that left Mistral only to fall to the Grimm. The man himself seemed fairly knowledgeable a far cry from her team. His lover on the other hand… she quite fit the theme he had of huntresses. A brute with little intellect, however much like miss Rose she was kind and rather forward with trying to befriend him dubbing him and he quoted 'Shota Boy Weiss'. Then there was the final member of their little band, Jaune Arc.
He was quite surprised upon hearing that, Weiss was never a strong socialite, her direct and hostile attitude made it hard for people to approach her. The fact that she'd connected to the sole heir of the Lie house was a worthwhile connection. But an Arc was something different all together. The warrior house of Vale that had bred many heroes.
The first to stand by the King of Vale and attack Mantle and Mistral, and then later Atlas during the Faunus Rights Revolution. Yes, they were a prestigious if not humble family and the fact that the blade wielded by each of its patriarch rested at Jaune's side spoke volumes. For a Schnee to have an Arc's support was an invaluable tool. Yet instead of looking at him as the enemy he knew Weiss saw him as the blonde merely came up to him with a smile no less kind then Ruby's and put out his hand.
"So your Snow Angel's brother? Nice to meet you." Snow Angel? Truly? He looked to his sister and was surprised when the figure he'd come to look at as his greatest rival looked away a pout over her pinking cheeks. He paled then; did they have a relationship! An Arc's support was one thing but to marry the Patriarch! It was the perfect move! His own position would stop him from having any aims for the SDC while the political support she'd gain for bringing one of Atlas's most remembered enemy forces into their folds would insure massive support.
He'd… He'd lost.
He turned away then, of course Ruby and that Nora girl tried to stop him with the Arc himself asking what'd he'd done. But Weiss was content just standing there, he was sure she'd have a smug smile on her face and a few choice words like she had in their childhood. Klein stayed behind of course, always more than willing to side with his favorite and away from the 'Mini-Jacques'. He slammed the door frustrations clear before he sighed deciding some relief was in order, he needn't check for others being around, nobody ever was.
He walked to his wardrobe pushing aside his best suits and formal wear and opened a secret door and smiled. If one were to ask him his hobbies he'd go to one of his many activities, from chess to dust theory, art appreciation, writing and the like, however Whitley would be lying. Those were to build up an image of what the next head of the SDC would be, and the SDC's heir and Whitley Schnee were two different things. Whitley Schnee's hobby was different.
Pulling out his prize he held a dress, a classy number that his sister had once worn during one of her earlier performances when she'd been around his age. He smiled at the article of clothing, feeling the fabric between his fingers. Finally, he went, disrobing and donning the outfit, before opening a drawl to reveal a pair of tasteful blue heels.
Whitley breathed out in his room looking to his mirror feeling his stress give way and some level of satisfaction sink in as he looked at himself. Standing there in a pale blue dress was a woman. Her skin alabaster and hair like the snow. The dress was simple and strapless and scandalizingly short the heels complimented it. He didn't know why he'd enjoyed dressing like this, perhaps it was some sense of superiority, the fact he could wear it better than his dear sister, or maybe it was envy that she got to wear such outfits at all in public.
But it really didn't matter he supposed, all he knew was that he got quite a thrill out of it, of wearing such dainty, pretty clothing it was almost as if his stresses just vanished. Of course such a thing would have to remain secret, which was why when he heard the door open he turned face set in horror as icy blue meet innocent azure. Standing there was one Jaune Arc blinking for several seconds.
He struggled for word his mouth dry and voice withheld, Jaune himself blushed before shutting the door.
"Sorry! Wrong room! I was looking for Snow Angel's little brother!" Several seconds passed before the door slowly opened again and the blonde looked to him looking a bit nervous.
"Wait… but Klein guided me here… So then, are you?" He tried to speak and deny it, this was it, Weiss had won. No doubt she'd use this information to relay to father that his son was some kind of deviant, he would lose everything, and Weiss wou-
"Whoa you really pull off that dress." The Young Schnee paused looking up to the hunter-in-training.
"What?" The boy shrugged.
"Like I said, you pull off that dress nicely, thought only me and Ren were guys who could work a dress, though Oscar might be able to too now that I think of it." Again he blinked before Jaune walked up to him and without missing a beat leaned over him eyes giving a examining gaze. Arms reached out working the zipper trailing along his spine and pulling it up the last bit.
"There we go." Stepping back he looked him over nodding to himself.
"Yep you're a real looker, heh." He was lost for words; what did he even do in this situation, thank him? Run or hide? What was even going on? Before he could think though his mouth opened.
"You, you don't find my state of wear… Shameful?" Jaune rose a brow at that.
"Shameful? Um, you're wearing a dress not kicking a puppy." He blinked.
"so you honestly don't find 'this' distasteful?" Jaune shrugged.
"Not really, look maybe things are a bit more uptight here in Atlas but in my home village its really not that big of a deal. After all I came from a big family and only had sisters so hand me downs were kinda a common thing. Why I like my hoodie so much it's something that's only mine." Smiling he pinched the fabric sending Whitley a friendly wink.
"Besides like I said you look great in that, heck you might even give Snow Angel herself a run for her money. Heh, sorry for kinda barging in though, guess I should've knocked huh?"
''ahem' yes, though I suppose I can forgive that since I doubt someone of your ilk know better, hunters are a savage lot after all." The gaze she shot was withering and yet seeing him cross his arms a fierce scowl on his face all Jaune did was chuckle and shake his head.
"Yep, your Weiss's brother alright. Got that patent Schnee Glare and everything." Whitley huffed, not feeling quite as nervous as before despite his state of wear, it was liberating almost. Turning on his heel he took the chair to his desk and sat crossing his arms and legs.
"So then, what did you want?"
"Huh?" Whitley rolled his eyes.
"You came to speak to me correct? What about?"
"Oh yeah. I just wanted to check and make sure you were alright is all. You seemed a bit upset." Whitley blinked again, surely that couldn't be it, there was a second agenda there he just had to find it. Yet looking at his goofy smile and warm eyes he found the words oddly believable. Slowly he nodded.
"I suppose I was just a bit overwhelmed with seeing my sister and her many friends is all." Jaune grinned.
"Is that all, well don't worry we're all super nice, well, except Qrow, he's kinda a jerk." He chuckled and for his part he couldn't find any insincerity in it.
"I see."
"Yeah, we have some great friends, though I don't know how your sister can deal with me."
"Do you and Weiss not get along?" Jaune sighed forcing a smile.
"Well, we get along better than before, she use to hate my guts. But I did sorta flirt with her." Whitley rose a brow, surely a girl use to suitors throwing themselves at her could endure a bit of flirting. The Arc must have done something else, then again he supposed his sister might have not liked him, she did have a bad habit of acting rather callus to those who rubbed her the wrong way.
"Well, considering that she brought you here I suppose your relationship must have at least somewhat improved." Jaune chuckled.
"Yeah I hope so, so you sure your okay?" Whitley shrugged supposing it was nice of him to seem genuinely concerned for him despite being strangers.
"I will be fine, things between me and my sisters have always been… difficult." Jaune seemed to grow curious at that.
"Seriously, she talks about Winter so much I kinda figured you two would get along like me and my sis Saphron." Whitley snorted.
"Please, Weiss would sooner have me kidnapped then in her presence I'm sure."
"I, don't think that's true."
"Then clearly you don't know her." Jaune's brows knitted.
"I don't think Weiss would want anything bad to happen to you." Again, he snorted.
"How naïve, neither her nor winter have ever made it apparent that I'm more than an obstacle to them… Mother rarely acknowledges my existence. You may claim to know my sister in the year you've known her, but I've spent all sixteen years of my life pitted against her." He'd expected a scowl, maybe a denial that he'd quickly rebuff but what he saw instead was Jaune looking to him with pitying eyes.
"Stop that!" Jaune sighed reaching out and gripping his shoulder, he flinched at first but the blonde's grip wasn't painful… it was almost, reassuring.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
"If that's what you really think of your sisters… then that's the saddest thing I've ever heard." He forced a somber smile.
"I have big sisters too, and sure at times they might be a tad annoying but. But I know I could always count on them if push came to shove, that they'd always be there for me cause we're family." Whitley snorted.
"Family? You talk as if that words supposed to be some kind of charm." Jaune shook his head.
"No, not a charm, just… Y'know people who love you, who'd do anything to make sure you were safe."
"In that case I do have a family, my father. Him and him alone are my family, and he's all I need, as long as I live up to his ideals he'll always support me." The blonde tensed while his face visibly drooped, his mouth forming the faintest frown.
"You shouldn't need to live up to other's ideals."
"Excuse me."
"You heard me, you shouldn't need to live up to what your father wants you to be. It's your life."
"And what's wrong with living up to my father's ambitions?"
"The fact that you've called them your father's and not yours." His mouth closed and Jaune continued.
"You shouldn't live to please a man who sees you as nothing but a tool."
"Oh I see." Whitley's expression became a tone smugger than.
"I suppose Weiss told you all about our father, the man incapable of love, who seeks to ruin the lives of others. Well stop! I needn't your pity and I refuse to let you stand there and insult the only person who's ever valued me."
"You shouldn't be valued! You should be loved by your parents!" Whitley froze at the roar flinching as he looked up expecting angry blue eyes to look down on him. Yet too his surprise Jaune's face was sad, frustrated and… sympathetic.
"Has he ever once said he loved you?"
"O-of course, he always tells me when he's proud of me." Jaunes shook his head.
"No, not proud, loved."
"It's the same thing."
"No, no its not… and the fact that you don't know that suddenly makes Snow Angel's attitude back in Beacon a lot more clear." Jaune then did something he hadn't expected he wrapped his arms around him and embraced him. Was he being molested?
"What are you doing!"
"I'm giving a sad lil boy a hug." He blinked.
"Hug?" Jaune tensed.
"Has no one ever hugged you? your sisters or mother?"
"Winter was quick to leave me and Weiss's only dialogue towards me are quips, snide comments or ill-mannered statements. As for mother, I'm sure if she'd actually acknowledge my presence she'd sooner slap me for being male then hug me." Hearing him Jaune's hold only tightened, he was a little brother to after all. He had several older sisters and a pair of loving if not supportive parents. Hearing the tone of his voice when he spoke about his sister how commonplace it sounded broke his heart.
He couldn't imagine Saph or the others acting coldly towards him like that, even if he was overexaggerating if even a tenth of it was true… Maybe it was because he was a fellow younger sibling or because he'd always wanted a little brother. But knowing somebody was suffering all alone he just wanted to give the boy some form of reassurance.
After all he knew of Jacque Schnee, Weiss had been fairly open about the man and his treatment toward her and her family. Blake also had a few choice words about the man, if somebody like that was truly Whitley's sole parental figure then he'd come out a pretty good kid. After all from what he saw Whitley was just a bit bratty and snobby. That was like half of what made a little brother.
"Um… why, why are you hugging me?"
"Because I feel bad I want to make you feel better." Jaune patted the boys back the realization of how he'd suddenly embraced a stranger donning on him.
Shit… damn maternal instincts.
He'd blame his mothers and sisters, too much estrogen growing up.
"Heh, sorry." Pulling back he rubbed his head really hoping the youngest Schnee wouldn't make a big deal out of it, oh who was he kidding he was Weiss's little brother he was going to jail for something he just knew it. The boy looked to him icy blue regarding him for several of what seemed like the longest seconds before his eyes narrowed in a very Weiss way, his state of wear certainly not helping with that thought.
"What was the real reason you came to see me?" Again he blinked.
"Come again?"
"I don't believe I stuttered mister Arc, I asked what was your true motive to come see me, I highly doubt you came after me out of some since of obligation to a complete stranger so out with it or else." Jaune winced at the kids tone before chuckling.
"But that's why I came to see you… Well I guess I did sorta have another goal." Whitley smirked smugly.
"Of course you did, well, out with it." More than likely it was to observe Weiss's enemy or perhaps attempt to sow some goodwill so he'd lower his guard, or eve-
"Cause I wanted to be friends." Whitley blinked.
"Friends?" Jaunes smiled.
"Yeah, friends."
"Why?" Jaune rose a brow.
"Do I need a reason?"
"Of course you do, one doesn't merely try to make a contact of a Schnee so lightheartedly."
"Contact, Whitley I don't care about that, I just wanna be friends." With a roll of the eyes he crossed his arms.
"And why on earth would you want that?"
"Well, cause you can never have enough friends… And well, besides Ren and Oscar I don't actually have any dude friends. Especially ones who wouldn't make fun of me for being forced into crossdressing." He calmed slightly, he'd become quite adept at reading people yet Jaune for everything his keen eyes could pick up on showed not even a hint of anything ill intended.
He supposed there was no harm, after all… making an associate of an Arc couldn't turn negative and besides he was quite tolerable compared to those who'd approached him over his name. Weiss would never deal with such individuals so surely he at least didn't put much stock in his lineage.
"I, suppose there is nothing of loss from associating with you. Very well then mister Arc, I will humbly accept your… friendship?" Putting out a hand he was shocked when the blonde went for another hug leaving the white haired Schnee to feel hard muscles beneath.
"Aw none of that pal, it's too cold up her in Atlas as it is so throw that chilly attitude out the window… Uh-Oh I did It again." Quickly dropping the teen he rubbed the back of his head a stiff smile on his face.
"Heh, my bad, sorry guess I've been hanging around Nora too much." With a frown the feminine boy brushed off the contact his cheek pink from the unusual actions of the blonde.
"Its fine, think nothing of it, so then… 'ahem' What does being friends entail?"
"Huh?"
"I'm asking what am I to do as your friend, are we to arrange a meeting?"
"Oh! You mean whether we should hang out? Yeah sure, I mean everyone's gonna spend some time with their partners… so, I'll be free." He saw the droop in the blonde's shoulder and saw his smile stiffen.
"I see, so then tomorrow we'll… 'hang out'?" Jaune nodded.
"Yeah, hey maybe you can show me around Atlas, catch some sights we'll make a day out of it." Whitley nodded.
"Very well, I suppose I could chaperone a fellow heir to his name around." Jaune nodded at the agreed upon plans.
"Great, catch me after training in the morning and then we'll set out." Whitley nodded, supposing it'd hardly be a waste to befriend the blonde and maybe even pick his brain for information on the dust trade outside the kingdom now that the dust embargo had begun.
"Oh and Whitley." He turned to Jaune.
"What?" His smile was wide and cheerful.
"Feel free to go in that if that's your thing, don't worry about me besides it'd be cool to have such a cute girl hanging out with me." Chuckling at the jab Jaune turned heel leaving the room not seeing the red faces Schnee he'd left behind.
"C-cute?"
Walking through the hall Whitley worked his tie over his wool suit, it was rather early but as one said about the bird and its worm. Slowly he made his way to the dining hall supposing at least one of Arc's teammates would be there only to pause in the courtyard, standing there was his sister and her partner, curious he looked towards what the two were so fascinated by and froze. Standing there in the snow was Jaunes, why he was shirtless was a mystery however judging by the steam wafting off him he'd got the distinct impression he wasn't at all bothered by the cold.
In fact from what he could see the man had managed to work up quite the sweat if his glistening body was any indication. Heavy breaths came from his mouth as he gripped his linages blade in hand, abandoning the shield to mechashift into a claymore. While he would admit to never giving much stock to those of the hunter profession he'd admit Arc cut a nice form and certainly filled the ideal of a warrior houses heir quite splendidly and judging by his sister's stares he was sure she'd be inclined to agree.
Finally he roared swinging the blade with enough force to make the winds shift into a almost tangible blade. Whitley watched as the man swung again and again his muscles flexing and shifting with each heavy blow that he was sure could fell a Ursa. He felt his heart hammer at the sight as the soon to be patriarch let loose deep heated breaths. Looking sideward he caught his sister and her partner looking particularly red faced as he called out to them that same goofy smile on his face.
Apparently the blonde hadn't been taught the more nuanced sides of speaking otherwise he'd note the girl's discomfort and leave them be. Supposing his talking meant he'd finished his training Whitley decided to make himself known walking up between the two girls and Arc, turning to him Jaune shot a kind smile that made him feel a tad off his face feeling a tinge hotter.
"Oh, hey Whitley." Ruby turned to smiling herself but Weiss was content firing a suspicious stare his way, he didn't care his sister's hostilities were something he was quite experienced with handling.
"'Ahem' Greeting Arc." Jaune snorted.
"'heh' Arc? Come on Whitley just call me Jaune." Ruby chirped up a sly smile on her face.
"Or Vomitboy." Shooting her a playful glare he smiled mock cruelly.
"Can it Craterface." Whitley just stared at the two exchanging insults yet, he felt no ill will or power plays from it. It was as odd and confusing as it was refreshing and novel, he couldn't help but let raise the corners of his lips into a smile. Weiss turning to him spoke up.
"Did you want something 'Whitley'." The tone was neither hostile nor familial merely business like yet her voice left no room for an actually question, making it clear she knew he was here for a purpose. In a way he supposed he was as he nodded to her working his best mannered smile.
"I am sister, me and mister Ar- 'ahem' Jaune have prior arrangements, I am to show him around the city, a chaperone if you would." Noting the twitch of his sister's brow she wasn't pleased, he was sure she was already looking for the inconsistencies in his words or trying to find his objective, after all he'd do the same it was how they were raised. Her partner however seemed all to enthused at his words.
"Oh, oh can we come with you!" He sighed already seeing his ploy coming to an end only for Jaune to pull his fellow leader close and whisper something into her ears not noticing how her cheeks reddened. She nodded then looking over to Weiss who seemed just a tad to annoyed whether from his presence or whatever secret Jaune had just shared.
"Come on Weiss we should stock up on some new parts and dust, Oh and its colder here so I'll have to modify otherwise Crescent Rose might get fragile." Weiss huffed but agreed turning to Jaune shooting a almost concern look his way a face Whitley could honestly say he'd not thought his sister could make.
"Be careful Jaune." The glare she shot him was telling but to his surprise Jaunes moved between them his face actually looking a bit 'upset' with his sister.
"Thanks Weiss but I'll be fine, I did ask him to hang after all, besides shouldn't you be a little nicer to your 'little' brother." He'd honestly pay good money for someone to take a picture of his sister right now her face stuck between confused, embarrassed and annoyed. With flustered cheeks she turned in a huff.
"Don't say I didn't warn you 'Arc'." Stomping away Ruby quickly followed Jaune himself sighed slumping.
"Geez, and just when it seemed she was starting to tolerate me too." Whitley found himself chuckling.
"Glad that show was entertaining to you princess." Whitley froze before shooting the blonde an artic glare while scanning for anyone within earshot.
"Jaune laughed."
"Don't worry, only Craterface and Snow Angel were here, though I gotta say kinda a bummer that you didn't dress up. Would've been nice to be the one teasing someone else for working a dress for a change."
"Q-Quiet, I-I know it looks ridiculous okay! The last thing I want is to go out to be made fun of by you too!"
"Make fun of?"
"That's what you said wasn't it?" Again Jaune quirked a brow.
"Why would I make fun of you, after all…" digging out his scroll he showed him several pictures of himself in dresses most of which were him when he'd been younger yet there was one or two with him more recently such as the Beacon dance. Whitley stared actually cracking up at the sight and straight out laughing when he saw a video of the Arc dancing with his team.
"Yeah yeah laugh it up." Realizing his state the Schnee quickly schooled his features to a mere chuckle only slightly having to fight to hold down his bellows. Jaune smiled good-naturedly.
"So yeah, I'm not really the guy who can make fun of you after all at least you look like you could be Weiss's sister when you don an outfit on instead of a drag queen like me." Again Whitley blushed.
"H-hey, I'm a guy you know I don't exactly like hearing other men call me pretty." Jaune laughed.
"What does it matter, you like dressing up right at least you know you wear it well." He didn't know what convinced him to say it.
"Better than my sister?" But once he saw Jaune smirk he knew he'd made a grave mistake.
"Oh come on lighten up." Walking down the street Jaune looked to 'Sno' Beside him, said 'girl' was red-faced eyes unable to leave the ground as she walked down the street.
"Y-you… D-Dolt!" He smiled.
"Heh, wow you and Snow Angel are alike." Whitley or Sno sputtered unable to figure out what to say instead settling on glaring at Jaune who'd honestly had far too much practice receiving such glares from icy eyed women courtesy of one particularly icy former heiress.
"Th-this is ridiculous, If, if somebody recognizes me my reputation will be utterly ruined…"
"Oh come on it won't be that bad." Again Whitley shot the blonde a glare and again the Arc weathered the storm that was the patent Schnee scowl.
"I'm serious, when you're all dolled up like that you don't even looked like a boy, heck you put most girls to shame." He wasn't in fact lying more than a few heads had turned for the young dolled up heir some even with their significant other. He'd consider it a testament to his classical beauty.
"Really its unfair, I mean come on you look like some charming high society bigshot that any chick would probably wanna gobble up when you wear a suit. Then you doll up and suddenly you're as stunning as Snow Angel. Meanwhile I look like the ugly duckling among my groups of model friends, the worlds just not fair I tell ya." Jaune laughed at his lighthearted jab at himself but Whitley was once more rendered speechless by the blonde's genuine words.
"Y-your, you're not unappealing, in fact… I'd even go as far as to say your quite dashing yourself Arc, I mean Jaune." Whitley blushed not at all understanding why he'd said that, maybe it was to cheer Jaune up. Yes, that made sense they were friends correct. And friends to his knowledge set to encourage one another. Jaune however took the compliment in stride grabbing the petite boi and bringing him into a one armed hug his muscles bulging against the frail Schnee's form making his cheeks red.
"Ah, thanks man, say you hungry? Hmm? Sno?..." unable to hear him Whitley's heart hammered as he felt all the Arc's rippling muscles beneath the fabric of his hoodie. Unconsciously his hands felt up the tones abs. Seeing his newest friend a bit distracted he leaned in and whispered so nobody would hear.
"Whitley? Everything okay buddy?" The boy stiffened sucking in air at the Arc's hot breath hitting against his ear.
"Um, Whitley." Brought out from his thoughts the Schnee looked to his face redder then before.
"Yes! 'cough, cough' I mean what is it?" Jaune smiled.
"I asked if your hungr-"
'Growl'
"Well… that answers that." Whitley looked down indignant, what was even happening!? How had this man gotten him in this situation!? He was crossdressing in public!? How? Why? How the hell did he let this blonde convince him any of this was a good idea? All he remembered was Jaunes saying something about how he was going to tell him what his sister had told him and bam suddenly he's in public shame cladded in his white one piece.
"Here we are." Whitley stopped looking up to find a familiar… 'restaurant', he looked to Jaune with a deadpan.
"Really?"
"What?"
"'sigh' A Mc'Schneez Arc?" Jaune shrugged.
"I figured you know it, besides it's a quick meal."
"Just because my names on it doesn't mean I actively enjoy it, or even gone to one."
"Really? You've never had a burger from here?" Again, he sighed.
"I've only eaten the finest dining made by Klein Arc, a thrown together mess of beef, condiments and room temperature vegetables would hardly fit my palette."
"Seriously? Never had a burger… Not even once?" Whitley rolled his eyes ready to give another sarcastic spiel before Jaune took his hand and directed him in earning a fluster from the boy as he realized how much larger and calloused his digits were. Seeing as he'd never been to one Jaune smiled deciding to treat himself and his new pal order all the basics, nuggets, burgers, milkshakes and anything else that caught his eye before leading the boy to a seat by a window noting more than a few men shooting his a glare and Whitley some admiring gazes. Sitting down he smiled while Whitley himself looked a tad annoyed if his very Weissy scowl and crossed arms were any indication.
"You cool man?" Whitley's eye twitched before he sighed.
"If you'd given me a moment I could've gotten us a seat in an established restaurant." Jaune shrugged.
"Yeah, but then you'd have to out yourself as Weiss's little brother right? So, this kinda place is good enough, besides I'm gonna get to see someone chow down on their first burger so it'll be worth it." Whitley rolled his eyes again.
"Wasn't I supposed to chaperone?" Jaune nodded.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't make a suggestion right?"
"'Snort' suggestion? Jaune you dragged me in here to eat cheap greasy food that'll constipate me at best."
"Oh come on, your over exaggerating. Besides we can talk here, so spill." A brow rose he asked.
"Spill what exactly?" Now it was Jaune's turn to roll his eyes.
"Y'know man, like what's big in the city, any fun events? Or we can talk about us if you like?"
"Us?" Jaune smiled.
"Yeah, like hobbies and junk. I'm a regular old dancer myself and kinda know my way around a base to." Whitley sighed, not really knowing why he was feeling… disappointed? But conceded.
"I'm an art enthusiast, though I do dabble in dust theory." Jaunes smirked.
"Wow, riveting." Whitley didn't appreciate the sarcasm but could tell he meant it good naturedly.
"I'll have you know both are completely viable options." Raising his hands Jaune's smiled glad to get a reaction out of the kid.
"Hey, hey my bad, still is that all, don't know why but I guess I figured you'd be a singer like Weiss or something."
"Please, I'd hardly wish for that, despite our father's utilitarian views I'd rather not have my hobbies be made a part of my identity to the people to be put on display." Jaune nodded.
"Guess that makes sense, still aren't you forgetting one?" Jaunes smiled pointing to the dress making the Schnee bristle and flush.
"I-I haven't…" Jaune smirked smelling blood.
"I don't think you've told me everything."
"What?"
"You heard me, I've lived with seven sisters so I got kinda a sixth sense about gossip and stuff and right now there going crazy so spill otherwise I'll send this to Rubes." Showing his scroll it revealed a image of Whitley dressed as Snow a text beneath ready to send.
'Hey Craterface check out this cutie.'
Whitley stilled utterly shocked, to believe he'd be so easily blackmailed.
"Fine, Just, don't send that! If Weiss were to see it she'd never let me live it down!" Jaunes smiled nodding his head.
"Well…" Indignant he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Poetry." Jaune tilted his head.
"What was that?" Whitley's fist curled turning white.
"Poetry, I said I write poetry you dunce!"
"Oh wow, neat! Can I hear it?"
"What!? No!"
"Aww, come on buddy let me hear one, please?" Crossing his arms his eyes narrowed glad he finally had something to negotiate with.
"Only if you erase that." Jaune gestured to the photo and Whitley nodded.
"Okay deal… now shoot let me hear something." Whitley sighed.
"Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self
Where I'd once been alone sad a son forgotten a brother ignored
Now I am with purpose, with pride in his goal
Though many would claim him their demon to me is my fate.
I no longer feel lonely, but take pride in my solitude
I'm not a prisoner of the mirrors word nor allow others to reign my fate
I will not blame others for my isolation but thank them for being easy prey
My souls no longer poor with loneliness but enriched by my personal solitude
Look at me with pity fine, but never think I'm weak
I needeth anger nor regret. I'm content with my pride and his faith
Loneliness I've long abandoned, Solitudes my dearest friend
Don't pity my circumstances but regret that your turned away."
Finishing he looked to Jaune noting him quietly looking his way.
"Well?" Jaune showed a smile though he recognized it as forced.
"It was… well it certainly got a message across… but I can't really say I like it. It was just sorta… sad." Whitley regarded him, beginning to think that genuine smile must be fake. However no sooner did a rather lanky man place the tray of food between Jaune and himself the less then appealing teenager sending Jaune a slightly annoyed stare before smiling Whitley's way in a way that made his skin crawl. As he turned away shooting a last lingering gaze that made Whitley close his legs Jaune smiled stiffly.
"Well, looks like someone else thinks your cute to." The Schnee heir shivered.
"Please stop… ugh, I don't know whether that was a semblance or not but the man's gaze literally made me ill." Jaune chuckled feeling a bit bad for the boy.
"Well… take it as a compliment."
"Ugh, I suppose. Now then… do you seriously expect me to eat this?" Whitley looked down to the wrapped up food the cardboard cupping for the fries already wet with grease. Jaune smiled working his inner Ruby.
"Yep." Grabbing up a burger he unwrapped it to reveal the combination of beef, lettuce and tomato happily biting into it before his face turned to that of a child at heart.
"Oh Oum does that hit the spot, y'know me and Rubes had been on the road since the fall in Vale and Mistral was great and all but all they had was oriental." Whitley watched Jaune savor every bite before swallowing and then looked to his own meal. Jaune already rose the scroll ready to click a pic. Sighing he supposed it would be rude not to at least try the abominable meal. Raising it to his mouth he shyly bit into the chimera like concoction.
"See told you you'd like it." Whitley looked away more embarrassed than before.
"Silence, I-I hardly think you should look so smug about it." Jaunes shook his head.
"No way, Ruby could never get Snow Angel to try fast food so this is a victory to me." Ignoring him and stepping forward he felt a tad annoyed at the Arc's cocky attitude.
"Hey there beautiful." Whitley stopped before looking up and meeting a young man with light-brown eyes and dull-blue hair in an undercut hairstyle. He was handsome his hair long and unshaved swept to his left and hanging slightly in his face. Whitley recognized him instantly.
"Henry Marigold?" The man smiled his teeth bleach white as he took his hand.
"A pleasure and who might you be?" It hit than, he was in a dress and Henry was a known womanizer even trying and failing to charm his sister. His face paled then and two and two clicked.
"I'm… Sno yes Snow Scne-Zle. Yes, Snow Schnezle." The boy nodded smiling looking every part the gentlemen but to a trained eye like his he caught his pupils focus as he looked through the corners of his eyes. He could see them focus on his pale legs and felt a surge of heat hit his face.
He's, checking me out?
Strangely enough he didn't find that too unagreeable, he'd never given much stock to his preference but he was sure his mother and sisters had thoroughly ruined women to him. And yet Marigold made his cheeks heat, perhaps he preferred men. A novel idea, sure the process of lineage would prove annoying later but nothing he couldn't handle. Marigold smiled then pulling her a bit closer to him.
"Well then miss Sno what would a stunning little lady like yourself be doing in a place like this all alone?"
"I, am merely taking in the sights with a friend." He smiled then.
"Well I don't see him around perhaps you could use better company my lady." Raising a brow he spoke a mild interest in his tone.
"Such as?"
"Well, not to toot my own horn but I'd never leave you all on your lonesome." Whitley rolled his eyes but smiled good naturedly.
"Perhaps, but I already have arrangements." While Henry was… intriguing considering his newfound possible sexuality. A Schnee held a level of dignity, and leaving prior engagements was certainly not one of them. Henry frowned.
"Seriously, look honey you probably have some stud around but come with me and I can make it worth your while." His smile was telling.
"Oh, please enlighten me."
"Well, considering you just came out of that there Mc'Schneez means you're either strapped for cash or your date couldn't afford better right?" Whitley neither confirmed nor denied that claim but felt a tad of heat the assumption of him being on a date. But also noted how that meant he was courting him while under the impression he had a lover.
"Well, I have a few lien to spare from my allowance, how does a thousand sound." He was sure if his sister had heard that she'd slap him but he'd been more refine then that.
'stomp'
"Ow! The hell do you think you're doing!" Whitley huffed making a show of crossing his arms as he scowled.
"Oh do forgive me, I believe I saw an annoying insect there and stomped on it. Though I must say it was quite brave of you to try to bribe me into your bed like some woman of the night." Henry rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on, it wasn't like I was trying to get you to sleep with me I just wanted to show you a good time."
"And you begin so by trying to pay me for my company like an escort?" The boy winced.
"When you put it that way…" Whitley rolled his eyes.
"Well forgive me Henry was it? But my time is precious, and I do believe we're done here don't you think?" Turning on heel Whitley begun to make his way out only for a hand to grab him.
"Come on Sno baby, give me another shot, let me make it up to you." Turning his artic gaze on the boy Henry flinched as he spoke his tone cold and sharp like an icicle.
"Let. Me. Go." The man clicked his tongue and for a moment it looked like he might say something however that stopped when a hand gripped his wrist and squeezed earning a yelp from the teen.
"Ow! What the heck man!" He looked irate to the aggressor finding a blonde standing there turning Whitley saw it to be Jaune who was currently looking to Henry with a none too pleased stare.
"I should be asking you that, I believe he told you to let him go didn't he?" Small traces of aura streaked off him making Whitley go wide-eyed. Henry though seemed to ignore that perfectly settled on focusing on the blonde's wording.
"He? Wait? Are you?" He looked to Whitley and then to his skirt as slight nervousness became evident, Whitley cursed beneath his breath but slowly nodded and Marigold visible paled turning the slightest hint green.
"Oh gods you were a dude, sick!" Jaune apparently took exception to that his grip just becoming a bit tighter on the playboy.
"Hey now, didn't your mother ever tell you not to be rude to a lady." Henry though ignored him.
"Lady! Are you blind or did you just not hear that that's a dude!" Jaune shrugged letting him go.
"Suit yourself but mind your manners boy or girl he'd give a lot of lookers a run for their money." Whitley blushed while Henry scowled before turning tail to run. Whitley just watched seeing Jaune regard the man a note of disdain evident before he looked back to him all smiles.
"Well that could've gone better sorry for dropping the ball like that." Whitley sighed shaking his head.
"I should be thanking you actually, what took you so long anyways?" Jaune blinked rubbing the back of his head hiding something behind his back.
"Nothing really, but I think we've had enough excitement for one day so let's head back." Whitley nodded finding it a bit of a shame, despite himself he was having an iota of… fun. Turning the two made their way back nothing else of note coming besides some small talk but the more they spoke the more Whitley opened up. He found it novel how fun such pleasantries could be, Jaune for his part seemed to completely ignore his status content with just chatting and he... enjoyed his company.
Quickly changing into his normal attire Whitley threw off the dress, heels and wig hiding them in a bag. Upon reentering he was once more swarmed with servants but ignored them feeling a tad tired.
"Oh Whitley wait up." Turning to Jaune he put out a hand for a shake but was surprised when the man put a bag in his hands instead and leaned in to whisper.
"Might not want to open that till you're in your room, 'Sno' will love it." He blinked cheeks burning at the implications before he spoke.
"I, thankyou." With a wave the Arc was off leaving Whitley once more on his own, quickly rushing to his room he opened the bag to find a pair of cheap pumps and gaudy stockings and a common pale blue dress. All were so cheap he could probably buy them several hundred times and not make a dent in his wealth and yet seeing them made his heart thump.
Oh no…
The next few weeks had been pleasant and yet confusing, pleasant because were as before he'd nobody to converse with without reason now he had a friend in Jaune, several if you were to count his teammates who'd apparently had it figured that they'd somehow adopted him. It was as stupid as it was endearing. Having the two with them on their trips was surprising, Nora all but insisting she help him pick out the cutest thing ever since Jaune's taste were terrible something he felt inclined to agree with.
Along with that new development he'd taken to studying outside, purely for a change in scenery and not at all due to a certain blonde training as he swung his mighty claymore. Anything Ruby or Weiss would say would be utter slander.
It had happened once as he sat down rather early in the morning noting that perhaps Arc would like to sit and talk after his session instead of run off to the bathroom. He'd not gotten much sleep the night prior and knocked out.
"Whitley, hey Whitley… Sno?" Slowly eyes opened and he saw Jaunes standing there, a flash of concern in his eyes.
"Oh good you were just sleeping." Slowly his daze begun to vanish as a thick musk tickled his nose and he realized Jaunes was over him bare chested. Face reddened at the sight as he jumped back falling over.
"Whoa there pal, you alright?" Whitley growled embarrassed.
"Just fine, a bit dirty but seeing as you already covered me in sweat I suppose that was a give- Achoo!." Jaune chuckled rubbing the top of Whitley's head before tossing him his hoodie he'd left on the ground.
"Here take this its cold out, how'd you even sleep out here?" The Schnee blushed accepting the article and putting it on the warmth far outweighing its terrible taste. No sooner was Jaune off to shower making him feel a bit down after all he'd come early to arrange a little chat.
"You coming?"
"Pardon?" Jaunes shot a brow up.
"To the shower room, come on your cold right so let's warm up otherwise you'll catch something worse than mere sniffles."
"But that! I mean its indecent!" Jaune rose a brow and shrugged.
"Well it's not like we have a choice now hurry up, I'll wash your back." Grabbing hi, by the wrist Jaune quickly guided the young Schnee to the restroom and Whitley for his part found himself not truly to eager to resist and followed. Upon entering Jaune casually disrobed perhaps more use to sharing a bath with others being in Beacon's washrooms before leaving Whitley there nervous as he saw the boy, no… man undress.
He saw the boot slip off and belt unclip, his pants falling leaving him in only his boxers, Whitley stared as Jaune smelled himself and winced.
"Wow, that's ripe, how'd I even get this sweaty it's snowing outside." With little fanfare he worked off the underwear and Whitley froze when he saw 'it'. Thick meat laid between the Arc's legs that put his own to shame. He swallowed then looking him over unconsciously, he was so toned and muscular, tall as well with arms so strong he could snap him in half. Noticing his gaze Jaune looked to Whitley curious.
"You okay Sno?" Whitley blushed not being all too pleased with that little inside joke of theirs yet like always it got his hear hammering as his eyes strove south of Jaune's face.
"F-fine." He shrugged.
"Well come one get naked unless your shy." His teasing tone made him fume and no sooner was he at work taking off his vest and shirt but stopping deciding to compare himself to Arc and worked at his pants. He pulled them down and made to step out of them only to realize his shoes wear still very much one and caught on the pants sleeve making him trip up. Seeing him Jaune rushed to grab him slipping himself on the floor.
As he opened his eyes to find his bearings Whitley found something press against his face warming it. Opening his eyes, he found himself situated between the to be patriarch's thighs his member against his left cheek. He looked to the sight lost for words as it warmed his cheek with near scalding heat.
His mind fuzzed as it drew his attention, its smell as musky as Jaune himself after his workout… Jaune. He felt his heart hammer again and cheeks flush as he recalled the goofy blonde who'd endeared himself to him. No sooner did his body act before his mind.
Jaune rubbed his head a sting of pain there.
"Sorry Whitley sorta lost my footing there, you oka-AH!" Fist balled up as he felt a hot wet warmth surround his cock, a spongy protrusion rubbing against it. Looking down he froze when he saw Whitley there between his legs, lips wrapped around his dick, he threw his head back then when he felt his tongue rub along his shaft all the while he sucked curiously. Throwing his head back he hadn't the means to warn him as he groaned grabbing the head on reflex and pushing it down on his cock eliciting a gag from the Schnee as he felt his cock let loose and fired.
Whitley stiffened as he felt himself unload into the hot wet hole that was his boi's mouth, for several seconds he kept him there basking in the fresh mouth pussy before realization hit.
"Oh crap!" Letting go of the boy's head Whitley pulled back coughing up his cum as his eye corners teared up. Jaune watched the boy cough and wheeze for several seconds and to his shock felt his cock erect again unconsciously his hands reached out to Whitley grabbing him by the face before he paused when icy blue looked back at him confused and shocked. Guilt lanced him than as he shot up and ran for it ignoring Ruby and Weiss who froze in place at the sight of him bare.
Whitley however sat there on his knees still stunned all the while frozen as he let the bitter fluid remain on his tongue before he swallowed on reflex. Beneath his own pencil penis had gone erect with only several inches to its name compared to the eight-inch monster he'd just swallowed.
Whitley sat at the dinner table his form proper no hint at the actions taken earlier while schooling his features as to not let the blush show. Yet inside his state was a whirlwind, confused and shaky. Even now he couldn't stop thinking about it, about Arc and his girth, its taste, its length and how it felt to be forced unto it. Again, he felt himself erect, how!? Hadn't he'd shamed himself earlier, stroking his own phallus only to feel nothing before finally recalling his taste and losing it.
He looked around finding Weiss's colleagues, from her teammates to the drunk and Oscar and even Ren and Nora yet Jaune was missing. Curious he asked already having an inkling.
"Excuse me, miss Valkyrie, mister Lie, have you seen Arc?" The excitable bomber turned to him all smiles.
"No, Jaune-Jaune's been gone ever since this morning's training, we tried talking to him but he said he was just not feeling well." Whitley nodded knowing the real reason he was secluding himself, however hearing their conversation Ruby cut in.
"Is that all… He's not, y'know?" Nora shook her head at Ruby query.
"Nah, Jaune-Jaune quit that back in Argus after we talked to him... You don't have to worry Rubes." Ruby sighed relieved however no sooner did Nora don the most sinister smile.
"Oh but I'm sure Jaune-Jaune wouldn't mind if you went to his room to give him a nice meal…. Oh, and you can bring him some food to." Had he not received training in proper etiquette he'd had spat out his food. Ruby went red faced while the others laughed.
"N-Nora!"
"In her defense you should've known what was coming when you told her you liked Jaune." Ruby's face lit like a Christmas light and no sooner did Weiss step up beside her.
"I believe that's enough teasing Nora, Ruby's poor taste shouldn't be use for mockery." Nora deadpanned.
"Geez Weiss tell us how you really feel about our leader." It was Yang then who spoke up.
"Yeah Weisscream, you ain't fooling anyone, you got it as bad as sis there." Weiss bristled at the accusation unaware Whitley had done the same.
"I what!?" Rolling her eyes Yang chuckled.
"Oh please, ever since Haven you haven't taken your eyes off him, and gods when you watch him train, I seen explosive experts less focused then you." Beside the blonde brawler Blake chuckled.
"It is obvious." The heiress's pale skin brightened red as she blushed.
"Y-you dolts! Everyone of you!" Yang leaned back in her seat though taking the insult with grace as she looked over to Ruby.
"Still you better act now sis while Snow Angel's in denial, after all Vomitboy probably still has a huge crush on her so if she actually worked up the nerve to ask him that'd be it." Ruby blushed whimpering but to everyones shock nodded. A screech of wood on tile rang as Whitley pulled out of his chair and made his way out of the room.
"What's his deal?" Weiss clicked her tongue.
"Probably finding our talks less then appetizing to hear before a meal."
Whitley walked down the halls towards his room, his heart racing and cheeks red, yet what rang most was a feeling in his chest all to familiar. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Ruby liked him, given he had thought so but to have it confirmed was shocking to say the least. Just the thought of it made him feel…. Unease.
Ruby had known Arc far longer after all, and she was an affectionate, young girl who'd known him since Beacon. Looking back at his and Jaune's conversations he could tell Jaune certainly held a level of interest in the romantic sense towards her as well. His chest ached at the thought of that, of her confessing and him… He shook his head not willing to give it thought.
Then there was Weiss, to believe his sister could have such feelings towards Jaune, it was ridiculous, he was a common boy despite his lineage, a goof and nerd and dolt as well. With that stupid smile of his that could relieve any heart, those strong arms that could break wood, golden locks and eyes like sapphires... Gods! Why him?! Why couldn't she want anyone else! Jaune was his!
He paused then eyes wide… his?... He let the word ring in his head several more times and found not even a hint of unease from it, in fact his heart warmed and butterflies flew in his chest… Yes, his. After all he'd, he'd gone further with the blonde in a month then either girl had in more than a year. His sister had even made it clear that back in Beacon she detested him. But he…
He recalled Jaune's girth when it forced its way through his mouth, the heat and throbbing of the veins, the bitter salty taste. He felt his boxers tighten and squirmed recalling his hands forcing his head down. How great it felt to be in his power… He swallowed, recalling the thick batter like seed. He decided then and marched towards his room eyes set with icy fire.
Jaune was his, he'd been claimed by the Arc after all, and he'd be taking responsibility, throwing open his door he marched to his wardrobe forcing it open. He licked his lips, he wasn't his sisters, he didn't run from his responsibilities like Winter nor would he hesitate like Weiss. He was to be the next CEO, His looks, his lineage and if he ever unlocked it his semblance he inherited from his mother… But from his father he received his ambitious nature and hopefully, his ability to manipulate.
Jaune sat on his bed, head in his hands as he pulled at his blonde locks. What the hell had he'd done?!
"Dammit!" He slammed his fist into the wall making another hole! Hot tears ran down his face. How could he do that to Whitley, to anyone! For the love of god he'd forced himself on the boy! All that time he'd told him he wasn't his father's tool, that he was someone deserving a better life, who deserved love and friendship. Then he'd forced his way into his throat, his cock throbbed at the memory and his anger grew!
What was wrong with him! How could he get aroused at that memory, he left his friend gagging, coughing after he forced him. He felt shame, guilt and anger, Nora and Ren had tried to talk to him but he couldn't bring himself to tell them. He'd have to, they loved him like family but this, this might be something they couldn't ignore… they'd leave him and he'd be mad if they didn't. Then there was team RWBY…
Oum what if Ruby had been in a similar situation, if he'd done that to her! He knew they'd ostracize him if not clear out attack him. As these thoughts filled him he heard a knock on the door.
"Leave…" Several seconds of silence passed, then the knock continued.
"I said leave." There was only a moment pause before it continued again and his anger peaked.
"Go!" His roar loud as it was didn't deter the visitor who just went about knocking on the door some more, finally he stood marching to the door fist shaking. With all his strength he pulled it the knob breaking into the wall as he glared with flaming azure. However soon it faded when he saw the sight before him, standing there was Whitley though if somebody else saw him he was sure they'd certainly think him a cousin of Weiss's.
His body was slim in a short cute average looking blue dress, below were one of the gaudiest looking pair of stockings that clung tightly to his thighs and finishing it off was a pair of shiny white pumps that accentuated his butt.
He felt his cock grow hard again but all he could do was still at the pair of icy blue orbs meeting his azure eyes. His breath withdrew as he spoke a note of fear at seeing the person he'd wronged.
"Whitle-" A slender finger rose then shushing him as the boy smiled with something Jaune had never seen in his eyes before.
"No Jaune, not Whitley, you know what to call me right?" He bit his lower lip and slowly Jaunes spoke.
"S-Sno…" He smiled then nodding as his eyes softened and he licked his lips, slowly his finger traced his lip before trailing down his chin.
"That's right…" He asked fear taking hold.
"What, what do you want Sno… Why would you come here, after what I did?He hummed to himself.
"Isn't it obvious, I wanted to give you a little peak at the outfit you bought me, I never did show you after all." His finger trailed down his collar. What was going on, why was he acting so… compliant, after what he'd done he should've been shunned and avoided by him not whatever this was.
"Well? Doesn't it look good on me?"
"…Yes." He whispered out the words, yet Whitley hardly seemed to approve of that putting his fist on his hips as he leaned forward a pout set.
"Hey now, at least say it loud enough for me to hear? It took some real courage to put this on, after all it's not like my other dresses. This was a present after all so I was a bit self-conscious." What was even happening? Why was he acting so casual around him, forward even, like nothing had happened.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Hmm, what do you mean?" He gritted his teeth.
"What do you mean what do I mean! Whitley I raped you!" He roared tears in his eyes.
"I… I-" Before he could finish though a pair of lips pressed against his, he froze giving the boy the means to force his teeth apart and dive in his soft little tongue dragging along his. He pulled back then and spoke in a husky tone that Jaune honestly never though Whitley could use.
"Is that what you think? How cute… you were in here in tears over that, no Jaune, you didn't rape me… I started when I wrapped my lips around that thick cock of yours, remember?" His hand trailed down working beneath his boxers and grabbing hold of the throbbing mass stocking it lovingly.
"I didn't even think about it, before I could I had it in my mouth and loved it." He shuddered at the tone.
"When you forced my head down… I came there and then. And gods the taste. I thought those greasy burgers were good but your cum was delicious. I stroked myself to that taste alone. By the time I'd finished savoring it you were gone… I'd thought I done something wrong." His tone was nostalgic as his eyes went lidded as he relived the flavor. Jaune was frozen stiff breaths heavy and cock rock hard in the smaller boys' soft hands as it stroked the scalding arc of flesh. He blushed then face reddening as he looked to the smiling Schnee.
"I-I…"
"Shhh, there there, no need to apologize but answer a question please?" slowly he nodded still not quite sure what to say or what was even going on. Whitley smiled as his other hand took one of his own working his fingers between his.
"Did you like fucking my throat?" Jaune froze.
"Wha-What?" Whitley giggled cheeks red.
"I-I said… did you enjoy fucking my throat… That's what those websites called it, I did quite a bit of research before coming here you know. That was a blowjob wasn't it, did you like it? My mouth around you, around this thick hard cock of yours." He felt Whitley's' finger stroke his mass. Before he could respond though Whitley spoke up.
"I did… I wanted you to keep me there, gagging on you, filling my stomach with that thick delicious dick milk of yours. Burying my head into your waist with those hands of yours." His heartbeat sped while his member ached as Whitley stoked, he hissed against the sensation.
"Whitley… stop." He pouted again.
"Didn't I already tell you, its Snow when I'm dressed like this. Your Snow, yes, your little Sno Flake" He leaned forward then biting into his collar just enough to elicit a tinge of pain he groaned then as his cock erupted letting loose hot seed unto the boy's pale slim fingers. Whitley went wide eyed before smiling shamelessly. She rose her finger up wiggling them letting the white thick fluid shift between his digits still hot, he smiled then licking his lips and quickly bringing them to his mouth sucking off each finger.
Jaune watched the sight as Whitley thoroughly enjoyed each digit savoring every morsel, the moment his hand had been cleaned he looked to him smiling a bit of cum still clinging to his lower lip.
"You never answered." Thin fingers curled once more on his cock.
"Did you enjoy fucking my mouth?" He swallowed as he looked into the boy's eyes that bore into him.
"I, I did." He smiled warmly.
"Oh thank the brothers!" No sooner then he spoke did Whitley fall to his knees not hesitating to press his face against his cum soaked boxers dragging his tongue along them. Before growling a most unSchnee-like noise and forcing them down letting his eight inches slap his face.
"Gods its beautiful!" He didn't hesitate to lean in kissing it at the base, smelling its musk and fluttering his eyes as his micro cock stiffened.
"I haven't been able to get this out of my mind!" His tongue peaked out before giddily dragging along its shafts savoring every bit of the journey up. Jaune groaned as Whitley reach the tip swallowing the head. One way or another he was gagging on 'his' cock! Without a word he pushed down taking six inches of the monster his tongue working to gobble up every bit of cum on it. Gods why did it taste so good?!
Jaune groaned again as his hands reached out to Whitley before pausing as he recalled, Whitley must have seen his hesitance because no sooner did he let go of his meaty treat letting it pop out of his mouth as he scowled.
"Didn't you hear me? I said I liked it when you forced my head down. Do it, be as rough as you want… please?" the desperate tone in his voice made Jaune pause, he, he really wants this. And so did he!
He acted then fiercely grabbing the back of the Schnee's head with both hands before forcing it down his cock. Whitley yelped as Jaune felt his hot little mouth around his dick, he gagged and writhed yet Jaunes let his lust take the wheel ignoring it grinding his cock into the tight little flesh pocket.
"Fuck! I'm cumming!" He moaned as he bucked into the boy's face firing off his load and slightly pulling back leaving just his bulbous heat between Whitley's soft little lips.
"Don't spill any, you said you loved the taste right." Whitley complied sucking his head like a vacuum cleaner. Finally done he pulled out his cock head leaving it with an audible pop as he left the Heir with puffy cheeks filled with his hot load looking like a chipmunk. He watched as the boy swished the thick seed between his cheeks before finally swallowing it, he opened his mouth then to show him how he'd enjoyed his meal but Jaune decided he should have seconds. Not hesitating he grabbed the back of his head and thrusted into his open mouth Whitley gagged as his pelvis slammed into his face, his nose buried in golden pubes.
He grunted at the wet little mouth that greedily sucked and gagged on him, fuck was he good! His other hand reached down and he pulled off his wig deciding it would get in the way. He fiercely grasped locks of hair and begun to pull away only to eagerly thrust back in as he literally fucked the Schnee boi's mouth just like he wanted.
Weiss walked down the halls towards her decided destination, what was it? Arc's room, honestly it'd surprised her too, but Jaune, Jaune had changed, no perhaps that was her. She'd changed, after so long she'd finally come to begin to appreciate the blonde for who he was. The dolt who'd earnestly pursued her for her. Who'd flirted with her and came back time and again despite her scalding rejections because to him she'd be worth it. Who'd convinced Neptune to approach her at the dance over courting her himself just to make her happy.
He'd been through so much, too much, he'd lost his partner, his team and his mentor all at once… and yet Arc didn't run like Blake, give up like Yang or complied like her. He fought, he'd kept himself moving forward being the support her partner needed when she had none. Then he saved her life, she never had thanked him… perhaps she could accept one of those old proposals of his for a date. Yes, that would be a good start, she'd take him shopping for a new outfit, gods knows he'd need one. Then perhaps… maybe…
Cheeks blushed as she stopped before the door, what was she afraid of, Arc would be lucky to have her, yes, he would and perhaps she be… content to date him. Cheeks flushed as she knocked on the door only to receive no answer. For a moment hesitation took hold, perhaps this was the wrong choice, after all it was Arc. Besides Ruby liked him, surely as a good partner she should let her… No!
She knocked again a bit louder and again she gained no answer, why hadn't he answered? Here she was nervous as she'd been when she'd ask Neptune to the dance! She slammed against the wood but again she heard nothing, that was it! One way or another she was getting her answer, gripping the door she readied to pull it from its hinges only to pause, the door was unlocked. She was furious, after all Arc was cautious, he'd never leave his door open, which meant he was here and ignoring her.
She wanted to slam the door open, but she wasn't Yang so instead she opened the door slowly readying to sneak up on the arc catching him off guard with her coldest glare. She froze though when she opened the door to reveal her target. There he was standing shirtless and in little more then boxers, usually the sight would have her red faced, yet all she could do now was stare dumbly.
Jaune was standing there, but he wasn't alone, below Jaune held tightly to fist fulls of snow white locks as he thrusted into her little brother's mouth. She heard Whitley gag on him and Jaunes breathe heavily as he continued to fuck her little brother's mouth Whitley seeming to do everything to keep the arc of meat in his mouth. Finally he pulled Whitley back by his hair before firing off giving Whitley a facial, Whitley spotted her then, far before Jaune and to her shock he looked to her with… pity.
Without missing a beat he pushed forward while Jaune's grip was loosened and dragged his tongue up his cock. Jaune groaned deciding Whitley had had enough time to breath and proceeded to have his little cum guzzler choke on his length again. No sooner did he slam his cock back into his mouth for another brutal session of fucking his pretty little face. Whitley eyes never left hers but gone was any traces of sympathy in their place only bliss.
Weiss stepped back nearly tripping over herself as she watched Jaune enjoy her little brother's mouth ruining it with his fat cock. She left still not able to fully process what she'd seen, yet her tears were telling enough, she'd been too late.
"Fuck Whitley I'm cumming again!" Jaune pulled back his cock despite the Schnee's desperate attempts to drain him dry. Again he erupted coating his lovers pretty little face the nicest shade of pearly white, Whitley licked his lips so happy his forth round had been as thick as his first. Hunter's aura really was a thing of legend as he watched Jaune's cock once more ignite hardening as it readied for another draining. Or at least that's what he'd expected until Jaune picked him up and threw him on the bed in one quick motion.
Before he could even gather his thoughts Jaune had bent him over without hesitation he reached under his dress and tore his panties off. He felt it then as a heated tip pressed against his backside, he knew exactly what it was, so warm and slick from his mouth, he gritted his teeth as he felt Jaune's bulbous head slowly, painfully probe his anus his cock's head breaking through but not a millimeter more. Already he could feel it lubricate his tight little hole as its drooled precum into his boi pussy. One thrust and he'd be done for he knew it, and with Arc's stamina he'd never get a wink of sleep or a moments rest.
Jaune leaned over then the little Schnee feeling his toned muscles against his back as his sweat-soaked his dress, he leaned in breathing into his ears.
"Just say no and I'll stop… but if you want this, I need to hear it." He heard the unspoken warning though, that if he gave his consent he'd conquer him, claim him and make him his woman. He felt his cock begin to harden then and spoke again before he ever actually knew his answer.
"Pleas…AHH!" Jaune didn't even wait for him to finish the word thrusting in with a wet slap as his waist spanked the Schnee's ass, he felt his cock spread the tight little hole that strained against him. Whitley screamed into his pillow but Jaune couldn't stop himself as he pounded in and out of the tight little hole, the feeling addicting his mind not even sending the message to drunk on the pleasure of Whitley's tight ass and his body taking over to its lustful task on reflex. Tears ran down the boy's cheeks as he screamed into the pillow and yet slowly he begun to push back into his thrust his cheeks slapping against Jaune's waist.
He bit into the boi's shoulder eliciting a moan as he hilted again bucking his hips as he let loose filling Whitley's hole with hot cum. He ground against him, savoring the feeling of his boi pussy as he unloaded slowly a pleasant relaxing feeling took him as he hugged the boy close his hips still gently bucking into him. They stayed like that for several moments before Whitley spoke up.
"Was, was it good?" He smiled before slightly pulling out to thrust back in making the boy buckle.
"Does that answer your question?" He nodded dumbly before he begun to shake his hips grinding him in deeper the little minx.
"Fuck, y'know I gotta get you back for that." Whitley smiled before his face was pushed into the sheets as Jaune pulled out, he heard Whitley whimper at the loss but was sure he'd be more then content in a moment as no sooner he took hold of his hips and brought it back with all the force afforded through his training. Nails tore sheets as Whitley threw his head back letting loose a girly scream that put his own to shame as Jaune stood up from his bed his hands still on the now suspended Schnee boi's hips.
Left free from the ground he pounded his little lover's hole him completely under his power when liberated from the ground. Each thrust made him want more as he felt his ass coil around his cock desperately clinging to it. Both groaned and cried out in pleasure until he finally felt his flesh readying for another peaking. Quickly he buried into his tight velvety hole as he wrapped his left arm around his waist to secure him in place as he cupped his chin and redirected him up to force a wet kiss on him from above. Both came Whitley making the tiniest stain on the rug with his string of cum and Jaune of his ass as he once more filled it with a babymaking load.
When they pulled back their pants were visible from the heat he spoke then his eyes hard and serious burning azure as he made his decision.
"Your mine 'Whitley'." The boy froze he'd not called him by his nickname and the implications were obvious. He nodded then not able to even speak smiling Jaune pulled out, he could feel his load exit his ass making a mess of the floor beneath. Slowly he stood on 'very' wobbly legs almost losing his footing until Jaune held him by the shoulders. He turned to him then looking up to his lover.
"Your my girlfriend, my woman." For a moment he was about to protest until he felt his cock and looked down to find their girths pressed against one another. And looking he understood, his three inches couldn't be anything but an oversized clit before the cock that'd claimed him. He nodded then.
"I-I'm your Woman, Whitley Schnee. He nodded leaning down and kissing him again as his cock throbbed."
"We're not done yet." His words made him shudder in anticipation and slowly he nodded excited for the sleepless night ahead his ass already anticipating its pounding.
Just like any day Whitley was in his father's office.
'smack smack'
However it was there that the usual ended as the Schnee boi was bent over daddy dearest's desk dressed in his classiest cocktail dress currently hiked up so Jaune could firmly grip the bare hips beneath as he thrusted. Whitley bit down into his knuckle as Jaune and he christened the room to their love.
Honestly it was a wonderful change of pace, one could only find so many new spots in their rooms and neither had spent a night, morning or even spare minute without embracing. Jaune had taken to the relationship with gusto, gifts, serenades (which he was improving on) dates and presents (Little frilly things). Jaune really did love to spoil 'her' rotten. Not that she didn't try to return the favor but he'd denied it everytime insisting it was him alone was what he wanted not his wealth.
The last several months had been utter bliss, especially after their little wedding at Nora's insistence after they'd walked in on the two in Jaune's room reminding them how any day Jaune could fall to the grimm… or something else they'd still refused to tell him about.
Nora made a surprisingly great Bride's maid despite making the greatest threat to his legs when he and Jaune had first came out about their relationship. Ren far since giving up to resisting his lover's madness was touched when Jaune asked him to be the best man. It was a quaint little thing, not official of course, not while his father was in power and could use the Arc name to his advantage, Whitley wouldn't have it, slowly he'd come to see Jaune and his friends reasoning and begrudgingly while he loved his father he wouldn't remain ignorant to him.
However despite the wedding being only sentimental at best his vows were very much real a pro to a Arc living by his word. And while he hadn't a ring on his finger the pale band of white gold restraining his male clit was plenty. The memory of him putting it on their wedding night as he donned the frilliest little bridal styled outfit burned in his mind. Jaune finally slammed against his rear grounding his length as far as possible as he let it fire rope after rope in his wife's tight hole. Like always he leaned over him pressing down on Whitley trapping him beneath his weight before they kissed still grounding his cock inside his favorite little pocket.
Honestly doing something so crass and deviant here, in his father's workplace was… exhilarating, though they should stop, if they went and started making it a habit to express their love outside of their dates and room he might get addicted. Then again judging by how quickly Jaune had returned to top form inside his rump he had a feeling his husband already was. Retracting Whitley quickly got on his knees preparing to preform his wifely duties a part of his vows and opened wide more then eager to service what was 'his'. Jaune watched with a loving gaze as he swallowed and gagged on his length knowing the Schnee Boi was loving every moment of it. Honestly Whitley could, and had spent hours on such task before, however sadly today would not be one such day as an alarm went off on Jaune's scroll. Whitley pouted while the Arc himself groaned.
"Sorry bu-Ugh! Whitley! S-stop, I have a miss-FUCK!" Jaune gripped the boy's head before thrusting letting loose and feeding his wife her favorite meal. Pulling back his hands still playing with his husband's swollen testicles Whitley cooed.
"Wouldn't you rather stay?" He kissed the thick length of flesh lovingly planting pec after pec along its length never taking his icy orbs off his man.
"We could spend all day in bed, again… doesn't that sound better then hunting some wild old Grimm?" She knew he wanted to say yes, to grab him up and rush to a bed to get started on just that. He had before, slowly he dragged his tongue up Jaune's glorious boi breaker stopping at that top to suckle on his bulbous head waiting for his thick creamy reward.
"I-I can't 'pant' Ironwood requested I Fuck! take it." Whitley pulled back with a pout, there was no helping it now, if the general had asked himself he knew it was important. Of course Jaune had probably given his word too so that meant any tempting and negotiating would be null at best. Ironwood… Oh!
"'sigh' I forgot I had a meeting with my sisters today." Jaune winced at the irritation Whitley spoke with.
"Come on Weiss isn't that bad?" He pouted.
"Didn't she leave you in a tree?" Jaune shrugged and Whitley rolled his eyes.
"You're a idiot." Jaune smiled.
"But I'm your idiot." His cheeks pink, damn blonde sexy dunce…
"Y-you are… But I have business so I expect you to take care of yourself." Jaune paused looking down to his cock still erect and ready and sighed.
"Can't you…" He smirked supposing he could give a bit of encouragement as his finger traced along the thick limb that regularly split him open.
"I could… and will… once you come home." Jaune groaned already throbbing, the Schnee's purrs certainly doing nothing to help.
"You're kidding right, it's a search and destroy mission so it could take all night."
"Huh? So, I suppose you shouldn't go, after all we could have a much better night if you stayed." Jaune growled frustrated but shook his head.
"You know I can't do that…" Whitley sighed, a girl could try.
"I suppose not, your honestly is one of my favorite traits after all. Well then how about this, when you get back I'll wear the first outfit you got me." Jaune smiled at that, honestly it was endearing how enthused he'd get over the outfit from their first date though at times he had to wonder if it was due to how it made him look like some kind of harlot not that he minded playing the part of his husband's desperate little slut. However he was a bit annoyed that he'd be without his muscly cuddle buddy for the night he'd become quite dependent on his Arc for a good night's rest after all.
"But only if you practice restraint with 'that', no touching until you get back." Jaune paused and Whitley smiled.
"B-but…"
"Oh, is that not good enough, a pity and here I was ready to schedule all of tomorrow off, I guess I have to go to those meeting, I'll be busy all day." Jaune lowered his head in defeat.
"Fine… You win."
"Hmm, honey haven't you figured it out yet, I always do." Jaune growled stepping up to him before he could give another witty line he grabbed her pulling his Schnee Boi to him and locking lips. Whitley didn't struggle as his hand lowered to his back pulling her against him tightly his muscles firmly pressed against his tiny frame, enticing him. His other hand traveled south working up the skirt to grab a greedy handful of his pale cheeks before his finger dug in, Whitley shuddered against him as calloused digits explored his warm wet hole. He felt the tiny male clit stiffen and smiled as he dug deeper. Whitley bucked back into his hand pleadingly.
Jaune caught his tongue sucking on it as he violated his mouth and hole alike making the boi cave into the pleasure and dull his wit. He pulled back then abruptly with no warning Whitley fell to his knees then not able to speak only shooting his meanest pout the retreating Arc's way the largest smirk on his mouth as he knew he'd left his wife as wanting as himself.
"Remember no touching yourself till tomorrow." Damn him, turning the tables like that. Looking at the clock he sighed deciding he'd best get ready to meet his sisters. He wondered what it said that he'd prefer the former terrorist company to his own siblings. Then again the Belladonna was less hostile and had introduced him to some 'interesting' literature.
Whitley sat before his siblings, while like always Weiss glared Winter was quite shocked mouth open at a utter loss for words. He supposed he couldn't blame her, after all she'd probably expect this talk to be placed in their father's study or some other place where he'd have the advantage not a Mc'Schneez, let alone his favorite and only one. More so he was sure seeing him talk so animatedly with the staff the same boy who served her and Jaune back then. He smiled jovially at the less than appealing lanky teen from before, honestly he was a sweet guy, unsightly a tad perverse but sweet. Winter and Weiss quickly shot the man their signature glares and no sooner was he sent running.
Winter regarded him for several more moments seeming to look for something before finally speaking up.
"So then… Whitley?" He rose a brow, honestly need she ask, how many other white-haired pale blue-eyed boys did she know?
"Yes 'Winter'?" He refused to call her sister, Winter chose to ignore it and spoke.
"fI I might be so bold as to ask, why arrange this meeting." Whitley shrugged.
"To speak about the company." That seemed to draw boths attention as Weiss chose to finally speak up.
"That isn't yours yet." The way she growled out the words made him sigh, honestly he wish he could fault her but Weiss was painfully bias against him having decided a long time ago he was his father's doppel and his relationship with Jaune certainly hadn't helped endeared him to her. He could see how she'd think he'd only seduced him to get at her, after all she still somehow convinced herself that he was responsible for her ruining the that charity via attempting to run a civilian through with a summoned Grimm.
"Your correct sister, but unless I make a grave mistake or attempt to murder a guest it will be mine, much like 'other' things I set my eyes on." The way she glared gave him a mild sense of satisfaction, which he quickly stomped down. He needed to outgrow his ego, after all his aims were to be a better CEO than his father and a better wife then his mother.
"'Ahem' Anyways as I was hoping to get to I hope to change the company, reform it, and I would like some well-educated opinions of people who understand the SDC as well as I do." Both girls froze and he'd admit to deriving a bit of laughter from their looks.
"But first I'd like you to go through these." Quickly he pushed several envelopes their way in them a number of former workers each let go for a number of reasons father would approve of. Yet highlighted were his own reasoning particularly several that made a hobby of… 'branding' mine workers.
"Of course given fathers… 'bias' towards faunus practices and the like I can only do so much. However, once I take office I see no reason to implement certain measures and practices to benefit our workers. After all the White Fang have been a rather dangerous presence to us since our dad took office." He crossed his leg several men looking up the pale thigh that'd slightly hiked up his dress. Weiss then froze when she saw several papers and looked to him unsure yet hopeful.
"You, you wish to aid Vale?" He nodded.
"Of course sister, I don't exactly like the idea of a whole kingdom being ruined, it hardly helps us against the Grimm."
"But for so much lien to be attributed to it." Whitley shrugged.
"Consider it my donation for the charity party from last year. Besides Beacon is needed, after all with so many hunters eliminated in Mistral." Both sisters froze Cleary shocked that he was in the know. Finally, it was Winter who spoke the older woman actually looking a tad hesitant.
"Brother, what, what's happened to you?" He looked to her his eyes not cold but… distant yet his smile was warm much like her mothers had been in her earlier days before their father had made his intentions known.
"I found something worth living for, not destined nor groomed for but… someone that is as much mine as I am his." The way he smiled made her pause.
"Is it… Weiss's comrade." Weiss froze while Whitley nodded his cheeks reddening.
"Yes, he's… everything to me… The sibling I never had, the friend I'd always wanted even if I hadn't known it… the lover father had pretended to be for mother and so much more." Both girls watched and felt lances of pain hit their hearts at his word, neither were fools and knew they'd neglected him and for Weiss herself she despised the envy she held. Whitley coughed into his hand then embarrassed he'd spoken so fondly of his husband, it was embarrassing.
"As I was saying, yes its mister Arc. I…" He clenched his fist as he recalled their talks, Jaune's words of why he wanted to be a Hunter, of wanting to be a hero. He wanted to make Remnant a better place even if it was only one life at a time. He smiled then happy and flustered at recalling his smile and the sound of his heart beating as he laid against his chest.
"I want to be his equal, to help him achieve his dream and save as many lives as possible…" His words weren't what made the sister's pause but instead it was his smile, so innocent and loving, Weiss could only compare it to Ruby's. While Winter was reminded of Weiss's in her childhood. Whitley quickly shook his head sitting straight and proper fixing his dress as he presented one final stack of document to the two.
Slowly and with slightly warmer yet guiltier dispositions the sisters took them and what they read made their eyes widen.
"These are… our pensions." Whitley nodded.
"Indeed, quite a substantial amount as well wouldn't you agree, all that's needed is for you to sign away your rights to the SDC CEO position." Weiss wanted to shout but couldn't as she looked at several documents. Proof of illegal practice, fraud, backdoor deal and much more incriminating evidence over their father. She, she couldn't believe it, there was even proof of bribes in the council seats and Atlesian Military something that made winter swallow. She looked to Whitley then but before she could speak his eyes narrowed.
"Sign these documents and the evidence is yours, do not and I will have it erased." Weiss glared at that but paused as she looked to her own documents, formal apologies to the faunus people, negotiable settlements for those who'd died in the mines and were abused or scarred. She couldn't believe it, there were even charities agreed upon for Menagerie and Vale alike. Yet what drew her eyes most was a position for her. The head of a reforming Vale branch of the SDC.
"I will be frank, I can trust neither of you as I'm sure you can't me. The same way you view me as our father's replacement I see you as savages who'd sooner declare war, arrest others under Atlesian martial law or attack out of anger before set to negotiate." They readied to protest but Whitley wouldn't have it as he shot a glare as icy as their own, honed from years of negotiating with the father his sisters had ran from.
"Though unlike you I have examples to support my beliefs, sister's attempted murder during the Charity and your support via refusal to resist Ironwood's trading embargo effectively cutting off most dust trade and support to other kingdoms like the ruined Vale or currently in peril Haven dooming hundreds at 'least' to the Grimm." Both stopped at the accusations and despite how much they wished to neither could protest it. Whitley leaned back then and breathed out a labored sigh.
"I cannot bring myself to believe in you two… however, I can trust in what you believe in." They paused then and he explained.
"Winter, though I detest you." She flinched a moment of weakness showing.
"I wish to not and I trust that you'll do everything in your power to improve the Atlesian Military and correct it. I also hope you can one day take the mantle of general, if not for the SDC then for Atlas as a whole. You've long since abandoned the SDC as much as myself have you not. Do this, sign your rights away to me and I promise to truly support yours and the general's goals as long as they do not stray from Remnants benefit." Winter looked to her brother for several seconds, she recalled him in their younger years, how'd she unconsciously avoided him, favored Weiss when the two competed and eventually convinced herself he could only be their father second coming when he neglected to practice his heritage's semblance.
She had to acknowledge it, she'd abandoned him to her father, left him to be his tool while she chose to save Weiss. It was little wonder he hated her and still he'd called her here and presented her this opportunity. She swallowed then and spoke despite knowing that even if only to him she'd didn't deserve to ask.
"If I sign these… would you consider me your sister." Whitley frowned, not in disgust nor anger but melancholy as if he regretted his answer before he shook his head.
"No… I couldn't." She looked down fist balled and lip dripping blood from her biting it, yet she didn't hesitate once she'd received his answer and signed her name to Weiss's shock before rising. She looked to him then, not as a specialist, Schnee or Military woman… but as his sister, perhaps for the first real time and said what she honestly felt.
"I'm sorry, little brother…" She turned then not able to bare it.
"Winter." She paused looking back meeting his gaze, his eyes sad but showing the slightest hint of something besides sorrow as he took the documents in hand.
"I can't… not yet, but this is a start, we will hold more meetings like this, I hope you'll join us again." She stood there for several seconds before nodding taking the olive branch he'd extended before leaving. Weiss stared at her sister's departing back for several long moment before reality was once again brought to her.
"Sister…" She turned then meeting his gaze and finding it uncanny really, how a dress had changed him so much, no not just the dress she supposed. How Arc had changed him, how Jaune had. She felt her chest squeeze at that thought, she felt… envy. But alongside that she realized something.
"Whitley, why do you call me sister?" He paused at that tilting his head.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"what do you mean why wouldn't you? You've never acknowledged Winter, so why me? You hate both of us so why consider me your sister." Whitley nodded to himself understanding.
"I see, perhaps you misunderstand, Weiss, I've never hated you." She paused then blinking.
"What?" Whitley chuckled.
"As I said, I've never hated you, mad yes. Angry towards you, without a doubt… but, you saw me. Where Winter had abandoned me, and mother had forgotten I'd exist, you at least acknowledge I was present. You were my rival, my competitor and for a time my biggest obstacle. I suppose that was why I never stop calling you that. Because at least you looked at me, acknowledged I was there. Outside of father there was only you." She let his words sink in, and slowly she had to admit to the guilt riling within. He was right, for that to be said so fondly, how cruel had his life been.
No that was a foolish question, she knew exactly how cruel his life had been, she'd lived it herself after all. She remembered her father's abuse and manipulations, his mind games that if not for Winter she'd had succumbed to. If not for her team, her sisters, her family, the very things Whitley had always been deprived of, how could he become anything else but her father's tool when they all but accused him of it, it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.
He'd never dealt with a naïve friendly fool like Ruby, a snarky quiet intellect like Blake or a loving older sibling like Yang. He'd only had a mother who chose to drink over acknowledging his birth, his eldest sister who'd done everything to save his older sibling and show her the right path. Another sister who'd scorned him for being nothing more than his father's son. Had she'd been any different then him when she'd first attended Beacon, of course he had, Whitley wouldn't have cause in fighting he'd have been civil if not sly and he'd had been Ruby's age not hers'.
She bit her lip, she refused to push aside her faults anymore, she'd outgrown such, she'd not blame him like she had at the charity. She looked to him then frustrated tears in her eyes, anger at him having the position she'd aimed for, envy at the man who loved him and guilt for her lack of following her sister's example and saving him leaving Arc to support her younger sibling when she'd failed to like Yang had for Ruby. She didn't speak grabbing her pen and signing away, already planning her smear campaign against their father sure Ozpin would be willing to lend his decades of experience in the politics. She stopped then and despite not looking back she knew he was listening.
"Don't hurt Arc, he, he deserves to be happy, he's lost to much as it is." It burned to say, as much as it had hurt when she'd seen them that night. Yet, his smile came to mind, the warmth of his soul, and the memories of him there at the dance making a fool of himself for Nikos after he'd pushed the man she'd wanted to her despite her less then professional actions towards him. Now he'd saved her brother… Whitley nodded she knew.
"I won't, I may not have taken his name but I am an Arc and a Schnee now and I won't go back on my word." She smiled a sad somber one as she begun to make her way out.
"Oh and Weiss… please do read the terms for the next heir." She did, and froze palms shaking.
"What, what is this?" Whitley chuckled.
"I'm surprised you hadn't read it, as it says your child will inherit the SDC." She couldn't believe it, here it was in ink, terms and conditions, that she'd never even dream of, she had to ask.
"Why?"
"'sigh' That should be obvious, while there are certain methods for me to have a child of my own despite my orientation. I'd prefer more orthodox means for the heir, after all I'd rather they'd not be bred specifically for this task. Yet I'd also like for them to still be an honest to Oum Schnee." Weiss nodded slowly.
"However I'd like to make a suggestion and I'd hope you'd merely take it as an option."
"What is it."
"Though I would be their aunt, I'd prefer for Jaune… for mister Arc to be the father." Weiss paused not having the words for her sibling looking utterly dumbstruck.
"What!?" Whitley cringed.
"I suppose that should be the expected reaction."
"What nonsense are you spouting Whitley!" He rose his hands in surrender.
"It was merely a suggestion sister. Insemination would hardly be a difficult procedure, especially since Jaune had donated his seed and given his consent to it when I asked." Weiss calmed looking disappointed and flustered. He couldn't help but smile at that making her glare.
"Oh, perhaps you'd thought of something else."
"Shut it brother." He paused, had she just… looking the other way she grumbled.
"I'll, take your suggestion into consideration… But don't misunderstand! I have no intention for children in the near future and I'd only consider Arc because nobody else comes to mind yet." He chuckled as he walked forward beside her and for the first time she didn't look to him with suspicion, perhaps it was from seeing how miss Xiao-Long and Rose acted towards one another or maybe it was from Jaune's stories of his sisters. Regardless he spoke.
"Perhaps we can discuss in detail the contract while doing a little shopping, miss Valkyrie has introduced me to quite a few quaint little establishments." Weiss paused looking to him, seeing no ulterior motive nor ill intent and found a smile coming to her as she looked to her little… brother, sister. Perhaps she'd figure out which he preferred to be called, regardless she nodded still pouting.
"I suppose, I am curious how the companies doing with this embargo." Whitley nodded.
"Of course, it would be a nice change of pace to speak to a competent individual; instead of some small-minded sycophant." Weiss nodded agreeing however Whitley smiled smugly deciding to try out being the bratty little brother Jaune had described himself as in his youth.
"I could also use some advice on which lingerie would be best for my husband's return, we do intend to celebrate the day away, or more accurately night." The Way Weiss splutter was unforgettable.
