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Joy Ride

Moments earlier….

"Whatever." Yang said, the channel going silent. Jaune watched her grumble to herself, leaning on the wall to not attract her ire. Thanks to Weiss's brilliant planning, he was paired up with the bitch to 'make sure she doesn't wander off and wreck another club' in the heiress's words. Jaune understood that on a certain level but come on. Yang was a team leader and would regularly keep Nora in line, a feat impressive by itself.

It was probably because A: She didn't want him anywhere near the event, or B: Thought she would attract too much attention. Both were accurate, seeing that Yang was dressed to kill. Ripped skinny jeans, displaying those impressively toned legs. Her wide hips and impressively firm ass definitely helped catch the eye, but that wasn't the biggest attraction. Covered by her a brown jacket and tight red t-shirt were Yang's perfect tits.

Big, but not huge. Perky, by either great genetics or a push up bra, Jaune couldn't tell. He had a faint idea that trying to find out would bring on a sudden case of blunt force trauma, the fatal kind. Her golden hair flowed down her back in long ringlets, something that looked soft to the touch. Woe to any man or woman who would try, for that path lies pain. There was a dangerous beauty to her, he could admit. Not much else to do but to just look around and wait for shit to hit the fan.

Which is good he was looking, because Yang started to walk away.

"Hey!" Jaune had to run after her to catch up. "What are you doing?"

"Grab my ride, kill some time, maybe lose a jackass along the way. Who knows?" Yang responded, intent on doing her own thing. It's not like he could stop her either, with her being stronger, faster, and meaner.

"You know we need to be close when all hell breaks loose." Jaune reminded the brawler, falling in step with her.

"Oh, ye of little faith. Do you think that little of your team?" Jaune winced at the statement.

"Way to make me feel like an ass."

"Well, you are one."

"Your puns are as bad as your personality." Yang's iron fist hitting his arm was something he expected. He was pleasantly surprised that his body held and there was only a slight aching pain. "It's not that I think little of them." Jaune felt he had to defend himself. "Things just sort of… not go well? They get carried away."

"Mhm, sure they do."

"Kind of like someone I know."

"And who is this magnificent person?" She drawled while they walked through the city of Vale. The night life was just coming out in full force, people dressed up like the woman beside him, looking for a good time. Clubs, bars, restaurants and the like lit up the streets along with the crowds that walked them.

"A violent blonde who says horrible puns." Jaune said, earning a snort from Yang.

"Maybe she wouldn't be so violent, if a certain asshole didn't get on her nerves by smearing food in her hair."

"I still think you over reacted." Jaune stated earned a side-eyed glare. "But at least I can admit that was my fault."

"I keep trying to apologize." Yang sighed heavily, then grabbed his shoulders in her iron grip and started shaking him. "But you won't let me!" She let him go after a few more shakes, leaving him disoriented and stumbling.

"Because I don't have to." He said with unsteady steps.

"It was just words! You've had people try and kill you, why are you hung up on this?"

"Because here's the thing Yang," Jaune steadied himself. "At some level, past all the weakness about me that I am painfully aware of, I respected you. You were strong, a leader just like me, and you're beautiful on top of that. I looked up to you, because here was this woman who had their shit together, leading a team right next to me. So, to hear you call me a cripple kind of hurt more than I thought. That's why."

Strangers walked around them, Yang's expression not changing for a solid minute. Her eyes didn't waiver, the lilac orbs staring into his as they ignored the world around them. All of it was true, he did look up to her. Yang was in the same position as him and she seemed to do it effortlessly while he struggled to keep his own team out of trouble. Herding a bunch of cats, and in one case, literally.

Yang would be proud of that pun if she could hear it.

Well why don't you tell her then?

Because I am an arm. An arm that shoots bullets thanks to Ruby's molestation.

And here I thought you'd like getting the attention.

Not that kind!

"You really know how to make a girl feel like a bitch, you know that?" Yang said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Yeah, well you are a bitch."

"Asshole." She walked away. "Hurry up, I gotta' grab Bumblebee." Jaune was briefly confused at what she meant. Was she meeting someone? And who the hell calls themselves that?

"Who's Bumblebee?"


The garage groaned against its hinges, light filtering into the dark room. Inside before them was a pristine golden motorcycle. Its sleek chassis housed a powerful compact engine, customized and upgraded to handle the stress of a Huntress. Small marks of wear and tear dotted the frame, giving it character. Sure, she wasn't factory new or the top-of-the-line model, but she was hers. And Yang wouldn't want it any other way.

"Jaune, Bumblebee. Bumblebee, Jaune." Yang introduced them.

"Why… how do you have a motorcycle?" Jaune asked, eyes roving over her ride. A small smirk formed on Yang's face at the subtle appreciation.

"Worked a few odd jobs back at Signal, saved up some money." Twirling her keys, she walked over and leaned on the vehicle. "Wasn't easy, but I made it work. Never know how much freedom you have until you have a ride. Worth every penny."

"Huh… Why can I see you street racing?"

"Actually, never really thought of that." Yang thought about the wind in her hair, the rush of adrenaline, pushing Bumblebee to the limits. Racing past everyone else and leaving them in the dust, hugging the tight corners of the street. "You know, that's not a bad idea. Too bad I'm a law-abiding Huntress."

"In training." Jaune added.

"You've gotten a lot less fun."

"Near death experiences do that to people." Jaune glared at her.

"I know, I know. But Ruby's doing better, almost back to her old self. When was the last time you really let loose?"

"I thought you'd be more concerned about her." He shot back.

"Oh, I am. After mulling it over though, I realized I'm not always going to be around. She shouldn't have been out there looking for Blake and I know you think the same thing." Yang stated, leaning over the bike seat. "I was even mad at you for not stopping her for a hot second."

"Is that why you wanted to kill me in the cafeteria?"

"Partially. I can admit that now." Yang shrugged. "That's not the point, though. Ruby was forced to grow up that night. I don't know what exactly went down between you guys, but do I know none of it should've happened. Ruby should've had a few more innocent years at Signal, away from this whole fucking mess. Not fighting terrorists and killing someone else." Yang took a deep breath to calm herself down. "But that's not the world we live in."

"I am well aware of that." Jaune crossed his arms, the metal from his left hand peeking out.

"Then you should know that being serious every waking moment doesn't help. What you need is to destress; Live a little for fucks' sake. You can't be stern responsible leader all the time." Yang made sure to drive the point home with a stupid deep voice. "You'll just end up exhausted and useless, then who'll look after them? As much as I hate it, Ruby needs to be out in the world now, more than ever. Learning, growing, finding some happiness she deserves."

"You're starting to sound like Qrow." Jaune observed.

"Who do you think gave me this spiel? Drunkard grabbed my dad a few days after me and Ruby nearly died and told me I was in charge. Came back with him three days later, exhausted, dirty, and stunk like hell worn over. Whatever he did worked because our dad was back to being dad, not a guy passed out drunk on the couch." Jaune across from her looked concerned, silently processing what she said.

"That sounds really fucked up."

"Oh yeah." Yang felt the same. "It worked out though. Moral of the story is no matter how bad things get, don't forget to enjoy yourself a little. Keeps your head on straight."

"Code Black! Bait has been taken! Help!" Blake's voice screeched over the scroll coms, startling them.

"Huh. That was short lived." Yang hummed. In the back of her mind, she had a sneaking suspicion this was going to happen but didn't want to outright say it. At least Ember Cecilia was quite fashionable this time of year. Perfect for irritating men who didn't know how to take a hint.

"Sit-rep, now!" Weiss answered. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see and hear Jaune banging his head against the garage door. "How many hostiles? Do you have eyes on Ren or Nora? Type of weaponry? How many civ-" Heavy gunfire interrupted Weiss's questioning, followed by shouts, distant loud machinery, and finally an explosion that blended in with static.

"They have a fucking robot!" Sun's voice replaced Blake's. "And it's on our asses!"

"What!? How?"

"Atlesian Model. Heavily armored." Ruby's voice joined in; the noise of Crescent Rose's high caliber rounds being fired in the background. "I've heard rumors but how did the White Fang get one of those?"

"I don't know, but WE. NEED. HELP!" Blake screamed.

"HA. HA. HA. You hear me laughing? I'm laughing." Jaune answered, finished with his self-mutilation. "Is it still chasing you?"

More sound of gunfire and yelling. "No, it's asking if we would like to talk about our lord and savior, Oum. YES, IT'S STILL CHASING US!"

"Noted. Lead it somewhere isolated. If you can, get the hell out of town and get back to Beacon. This is bound to make the news. Yang and I are on our way."

"Now, wait a minute." Weiss interrupted them. "This is my Op; do you think you can just usurp my authority? I will have you court-martialed!"

"Weiss, I don't even know what that means." Jaune sighed. "I'm pulling the leader card and taking over this mess. See if you can help contain that Atlesian thing or whatever. Less people getting hurt the better."

"...Fine. But only because I respect you."

"Good enough for me. Hey Pyrrha, can you track down Ren and Nora when you get a chance?"

"I can do that." The champion agreed. "Ruby's just taking potshots at it."

"Robot kneecaps are hard to hit on a moving target." Ruby stated.

"Hurry, damnit!" Blake reminded them of the pressing issue.

Jaune sighed, palming his face and shaking his head. "One day. One god's damned day." Yang smirked to herself, grabbing a pair of helmets from the tool bench. Hers was decorated in yellow and black racing stripes to match her bike. The other…

"Chin up, Vomit boy." She tossed Ruby's helmet to him. "It looks like you were right after all." Jaune caught it, turning it over in his hands.

"Of course…" Patterns of cookies and roses dotted the helmet, accented with a pink visor. "Why does shit like this keep happening?"

"Maybe because you ask for it. Either way, quit your bitching." Yang mounted the bike and turned over the starter, filling the enclosed space with the almighty rumble of Bumblebee's engine. She could feel the comforting purr of the machine beneath her, already sending small doses of excitement through her nerves. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all. "Now let's get moving before curiosity kills our cat!"

"I hate you so much."


Holding on for dear life, Jaune was really regretting putting on that helmet. Yes, it's meant to keep the skull and the glob of fat inside safe from accidents on the road, but what they don't tell you is how claustrophobic it is when the damned thing is a size too small. He thought his vertigo was finally under control, but the bile rising in that back of his throat brutally reminded him that it was not. And to top off this blend of the special 'Fuck Jaune' brew, Yang was driving.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Jaune's screams were caught in the wind, drowned out by the engine as she narrowly dodged a sedan.

This demon of a woman weaved in and out of traffic like she was trying to knit a scarf out of the road. Clearing gaps by mere millimeters from the tail of the bike and jerking Jaune along for the ride. Yang was howling and laughing the whole time, adding to the deranged effect. The only plus side is that he was holding onto her waist like the lifeline it was, keeping him on the vehicle for a moment longer. Small mercies.

Over the wind, Bumblebee's roaring engine, Yang's diabolical laughter, and the honking of cars around them, the faint sound of heavy mechanical steps reached his ears. Yang seemed to hear it too, because she immediately took a sharp turn, nearly dismounting him, and sped down an alleyway. The ground was noticeably less stable, passing by trash, pallets, and stale brickwork. Thundering mechanical footsteps grew louder the further down the alley the went, rocketing straight into danger.

Yang gunned the throttle and shot themselves onto the street.

They were greeted with the sight of Blake and Sun were sprinting down the boulevard, with the lumbering mechanical beast hot on their tails. Yang intercepted the mech, cutting it off and nearly getting stepped on if it wasn't for her quick reaction time. Bumblebee's tires skidded around the robot's gigantic feet, kicking up a cloud of burnt rubber in its wake. Turning in such a tight circle wasn't good for Jaune, the movement was too much and too unexpected that his grip around Yang's waist slipped.

He was thrown off the bike, tumbling down the road. Trained reflexes kicked in, rolling to bleed of the moment before stumbling to his feet. Looking back, he saw Blake and Sun standing there with wide eyes.

"Run!" Jaune yelled over the squeals of tires and the loud revving of Yang's bike.

"We can help!" Blake argued.

"Not now! If Beacon finds out you were here, we're all fucked. Go!" Blake looked ready to fight, but Sun grabbed her arm. Nodding once to Jaune, he begrudgingly led her away.

"You better come back, you idiot!" Was the last thing he heard from her as they fled. Stepping forward into the smoke of burnt rubber, Jaune tried to rationalize an excuse. They could say it was an accident, having a night on the town like all students did. Then, they suddenly ran into some White Fang terrorists on the street, terrorizing people.

Which was Technically true.

A burst of thundering canon fire erupted around him, showering him with chunks of asphalt and deafening his ears. None the rounds hit him or Yang, but his Aura was peppered with the shrapnel. Squinting his eyes and fighting against the innate instinct to run away from such danger, Jaune ran forward with his shield raised. It didn't take more than five steps to be face to face, or in this case face to knee, with the metal killing machine.

Towering over him, clad in the signature industrial white paint Atlas was known for, was the newest line of anti-Grimm technology. Pushing the question of how such a thing got into the city to the back of his mind, Jaune swing for his knees. Crocea Mors clanged off the armor, the impact reverberating up his arm and leaving a noticeable dent in the metal joint.

Well, at least it's something… Might take some time, but he could do some damage.

Uh, Jaune?

Yeah?

Where's Yang?

The fog of rubber was now clear and Jaune couldn't hear the roar of Bumblebee's engine anymore.

It was just him and the machine.

In hindsight, he probably should've asked them to stay and help. Definitely could've used someone more competent against something like this… Or just someone other than him. Maybe Weiss and Neptune were on their way? Probably sometime soon? Hopefully? Jaune looked up to the cockpit, only to see Roman Torchwick staring down at him with that smug smirk.

Who was he kidding? He was fucked.

"Well… Fuck you to-"

The thought was interrupted by a metal fist slamming into him.


"Gods damnit, Blake. You and your stupid ideas." Blake chastised herself, fighting every urge to run back and help. Let it be known here and now that she'd give up hunting the White Fang, or any terrorist organization of the kind. She hoped Jaune would be okay. Despite starting the Huntsman lifestyle a few months ago, her leader was a tough bastard. An amateur at everything, but incredibly hard to put down.

"Lessons learned." Sun pipped up next to her, dodging between civilians back to the nearest bullhead. "Just kinda' weird how they singled us out in a crowd like that."

"Yeah." She was thinking the same thing. Like they expected her to be there. How did they know? Did they have eyes in Beacon? Was Roman just that good at picking people out of a crowd? Did she give something away when she entered? It was only their two teams that knew what was happening, barring Sun and Neptune… That only leaves one possibility…

There was a traitor among them.

Blake's paranoia ratcheted up a few notches at that moment.


"Whew! What a rush!" Yang exhaled, cutting Bumblebee's engine. She didn't think doing a burnout would work so well, but gods damned, was it fun. She'd have to replace the tires when she had the scratch, but that can wait. "Did you see that thing open up on us? Couldn't hit the broad side of an Ursa! Nothing better than a quick shave of danger to get that blood pumpin', eh Jaune? Jaune? You can't seriously be puking after…"

Yang's words died in her throat when she turned around and saw no one there.

"Oh fuck." Starting the engine back up, Yang burned out a 180 on the bike and sped back towards the mech. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. She should've felt him let go, should've felt the weight difference. For fucks' sake, his arms had a death grip around her waist! She was caught up in the adrenaline high, too euphoric to notice a whole person missing. Ruby was going to kill her if anything happened to the blonde bastard.

If she didn't start blaming herself first.


"Them kids and their damned racket!" Grandma Claire swung her cane, still seated in her recliner. Jessie rolled her eyes and got up from the couch.

"I don't think they can hear you, gran." She turned up the volume on the Tv, hoping the old sitcom that her grandmother loved to watch would drown out the noise outside. Had to be construction, but why would it be so late at night? Whatever. Wasn't her problem. Jessie needed to figure out how to weasel her way out of school so she could actually enjoy her teenage life instead of wasting away behind a desk.

Even her own father told her she wouldn't use most of shit taught to her. Then he went on a rant how it was just an elaborate way they could babysit teenagers while their parents worked. And with all the useless homework she had to do every week, she was inclined to agree.

Seriously, she couldn't remember the 7th grade. Just a big blur of awkward hormones.

Planting her ass back on the couch, Jessie whipped out her scroll and began texting the group chat for ideas on how to get out of class. Axle had a good idea of just not showing up. Marie thought that was stupid and would only work for her because Axle's parents were never around. As far as entertainment went, it was better than anything else in grandma's apartment. Jessie was happy to stay on the sidelines and watch the drama unfold.

Luckily for her, Jessie's night was about to get a lot more interesting. Or not. Dealers' choice.

The streetside wall exploded in a hail drywall, old paint, and wood, showering the small kitchen along with whatever flew through it. So sudden that it was, Jessie didn't even react. Just sat their wide-eyed, scared and confused.

"What!?" Gran yelled, oblivious to the destruction in her apartment. The mess was behind her recliner while the Tv played its shitty show. Jessie's mouth floundered, searching for words.

"I!... There… A… Th-" A metal gauntlet interrupted her sputtering, gripping the top of the counter.

"…Fuck me…" A blonde man stood among the ruins, stumbling back and using the wrecked fridge as support. "Did anyone catch the number of that Bullhead?" Groaning in pain, he cracked his neck, earning a sickening loud pop. "There we go!" Bending down to grab his… Sword and shield? He stepped over the chaos that used to be the kitchen back towards the hole in the apartment. And to her shock, he stepped out into nothingness, falling from view.

They were on the third floor! Was he insane?

"Close your mouth, girl, you're going to catch flies!" Gran yelled, shocking her out of her stupor. Fumbling with her scroll, Jessie realized what she had to do. Finally turning on the record function for the scrolls built in camera, she slowly peered out of the gaping hole that overlooked the street.

Her friends were going to Love this.


That hurt. Gods that fucking hurt. Stumbling towards the hole, he looked back down at Roman. He hoped there wasn't any broken bones and that his Aura would handle the rest. Knowing there were people around, he was actually just fed up with the universe spoon feeding the absolute bullshit his way. 'Yeah, let's put this idiot up against a walking tank and laugh about it!' He could almost hear the gods mocking him.

Well fuck them and fuck their stupid games.

He was going to fuck up that arrogant thief for messing with his team or die trying. Aura helped cushion his fall as he stepped out, rolling with the momentum when he landed on the street. Jaune looked up to see the barrel of the cannon aimed at him. Throwing himself to the side, he dodged the first shell, cratering the ground where he was a second before. The options were giant metal fist, or a cannon. Opting for the one with less collateral damage, Jaune charged back in.

He saw the metal fist coming this time, dodging to the left and putting his shield up just in case. Metal grazed along metal, sending spark along the ground. Moving forward pass the blow, he found himself underneath the robot. Seen cables and wires in between the joints of the crotch and legs, he started wildly stabbing, hoping something would stick. Roman wasn't idle though, intent on stomping the little pest beneath him.

Jaune maybe got one good stab in before he had to jump out of the way of a giant metal foot. He couldn't run away from it, not if he didn't want to be the target of those cannons again. It devolved into a depraved game of whack-a-mole, Jaune unable to do anything else while Roman stomped around like a child having a tantrum. Duck left, jump right, slide between his legs, hope to gods he doesn't sit on me.

Fun stuff all around.

It'd be fitting if he had a hammer.

Not helping!

He was out of option on how to fight this thing, or at least would be a few days ago. Luckily for him, Jaune had a new upgrade to try out. Hoping he remembered to load his shells, Jaune pointed his metal palm towards the mech's knee and mentally fired. His footing wasn't as sure as it should've been, the recoil of the blast knocking him back. It did leave a sizeable dent in the leg, buckling the giant machine and bringing it to its knees.

Just in time to hear the sweet sound of a roaring engine.

Never would have Jaune thought he'd be glad to see Yang flying through the street like a golden banshee than now. Roman didn't even see it coming, too preoccupied with the mech's limp leg. Bumblebee hit the machine, tires screeching against the bulletproof glass that was the cockpit. The window cracked but didn't buckle as Yang bounced off, leaving skid marks along the window. Like a true biker, she landed on her wheels burning out in place.

Then Jaune saw Roman aim a cannon at her.

He fired another shot from his arm. The aim wasn't as good as he would've wanted it, the round bouncing off its upper arm plate. Yang must've seen what was happening, because she vaulted off the vehicle before the cannon slug punched through the bike's chassis, igniting the fuselage. Bumblebee was turned into a smoldering wreck from the shot, cratered into the street with oil and Dust fueling the flames.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Yang roared, crimson eyes, flaming hair, and charging the war machine. Not wanting to just watch from the sidelines – it was a point of pride for him – he joined the brawler. The machine started limping back, sending a volley of cannon fire at Yang, clearly a bigger threat than him. To her credit, Yang dodged the first two shots, but the third one clipped her. Watching her get thrown into a thrift store window from the force wasn't as satisfying as he thought it'd be.

Taking advantage of not being the focus of Roman's ire, Jaune grabbed its nearest leg and started to climb. There weren't many handholds other than the moving joints and the odd outcrop of metal. It took him maybe thirty seconds tops with all the movement, Roman being busy with an angry Yang keeping his attention. Finally clambering onto the top of the war machine, blocking Roman's view of everything else, Jaune could only think of one thing to do.

And that was to hit it really hard.

So, there he was, pounding the Atlas Paladin with his metal fist while Yang raged like mad woman.

There was a joke in there somewhere.

Roman noticed after the third hit from his bionic hand, spidering the bulletproof glass. His shocked expression when he looked up was worth it, considering it gave Yang enough time to actually close the distance on the mech. Which was great for them, because with a single punch, Yang was able to completely cripple one of its legs, bending the metal in unnatural angles. Glad she was on his side. She was also very hot, like literally scorching with the flames around her and everything.

If there ever was a sign that he was a side character in a story, it would be that.

"Let." Jaune kept hammering away at the progressively weakening barrier between him and Roman. "Me. In!" With a final blow, the glass shattered.

"Well, that's my cue." Roman hit a panic button before Jaune could grab him, ejecting him to the rear of the machine. Of course it had one of those, probably in case the pilot was overran by Grimm. "I gotta' say, it's been fun kids." Roman landed on his feet, stepping backwards. Riding the mech as it fell, Jaune landed with a roll to bleed off the momentum. "But I should probably get back home. Working overtime isn't healthy."

"You killed Bumblebee!" Yang tore off one of the mechs arms, poised to beat Roman with it.

Okay, time out. When can she do that?

She did just mangle one of its legs with her bare hands.

"Maybe don't bring it to a fight then." That earned a metal arm being thrown at him, the thief merely sidestepping it. "Temper, temper." Roman taunted. "That anger of yours will get you in trouble." Yang's face morphed into a snarl, her crimson eyes flashing and clenching her fists, but didn't budge. The pickpocket touched a nerve, from Jaune's point of view. It's a good thing his anger gave him focus, really gave him a clear sense of what to do next.

Raising his bionic arm, Jaune shot the bastard.

Roman reacted like a trained Huntsman would, dodging to the side at the last second. Bullets move faster than people in most cases though, the shell clipping his shoulder and leaving a large black mark on his normally pristine white coat. "Argh… Fucking brat." Roman growled, rubbing his shoulder. "I almost forgot about you, dancing around my feet like a little cockroach."

"You tried to kill me!" Jaune shot back. Roman's smile took an amused edge.

"Kill you? If I wanted to kill you, I would have." Roman gestured to the destroyed machine. "This was just a statement, and one I don't think anyone will forget anytime soon."

"What the hell are talking about?" Yang demanded, still shaking with rage.

"Generic vague answer." Roman droned. "Love to stay and chat, but I have places to be. Oh, Neo!" As if by magic, or semblance, the petite multicolored girl stepped out behind Jaune. He threw a haymaker on reflex. It missed, with her leaning to the side of it and hooking his ankle with the umbrella she carried, sweeping his foot out from beneath him. He tried to catch himself but failed when Neo's knee was driven into his stomach.

Pain and the sudden absence of oxygen had him doubling over, gasping for air. A stray finger traced his jawline as he collapsed, gently guiding him into her soft chest. He uselessly tried grabbed her, but Neo just batted his hands away. He was at her mercy right now, and every instinct he had told him to run.

"Jaune!" Yang shouted, dashing over. A flash of irritation crossed Neo's before she let him go. He collapsed to the ground while she evaded the brawler's attack, dancing away from the hasty assault. Jaune could see Yang standing over him, protectively putting herself in harm's way. Even he knew their odds were slim to none, there was just too big of a skill gap. Not to mention they were low on Aura thanks to fighting an Atlesian war machine.

"Quit playing with your food." Roman chided as petite demon strolled over to him. The mute just looked up at him, a pout coming across her face to mimic a scolded pet. "You're lucky you're cute." Patting her head, the thief looked back at them with a sardonic smile. "Toodles." In that instant, they shattered to glass, collapsing like a broken mirror. Only the sounds of the city and sirens in the distance could be heard.

"Fuck!" Yang shouted to the ruined street, nothing but the far-off wails of the VPD answering her.

"Yep." Jaune groaned from the street, the pain slowly flooding his body.

"He shot my bike!"

"I saw." Pavement was not meant to feel comfortable, and his body was reminding him why.

"And he was playing with us!"

"Like a fiddle." They should probably get going, he really didn't want to deal with Vale's finest right now. Nor the call to Beacon afterwards. Jaune could already hear Ozpin and Goodwitch chewing him out.

"I just… Just…" Yang struggled for words, running her hands through her mane of blonde hair. One second she was muttering, going about about different ways to kill him, the next she was silent, gazing ahead into the distance with that thousand yard stare. "I need a drink. I'm getting a drink. Jaune, we're getting a drink." Each sentence being stated as fact.

"Drinking… Now?" Jaune was lifted from the ground, Yang's fists grasping the collar of his jacket like he was an irritating child.

"You don't understand." Her eyes were shinning a fierce crimson. "I came out tonight thinking I was going to see a band, dance, and maybe knock around a few handsy boys. Instead, I was stuck with your sorry ass, questioning the very nature of MY CHARACTER, chasing around the White Fang on the monochrome's fucked up plan, getting my precious ride FUCKING DESTROYED, shot at by a god damned cannon, and the fucker responsible for it all just. Walked. Away."

It was worth saying that with every example of things going wrong, her face grew closer until their foreheads were mashed together and all Jaune could see was her wild red eyes. "I am getting that drink. WE are getting that drink, because I need one good thing to happen tonight, capiche?" To Jaune's credit, he knew when a woman's mind wouldn't be changed. This was one of those times.

"Yeah, a drink sound good." Jaune squeaked out.

He could use the alcohol right about now, at least for the pain.


So, no shit, there he was, drinking at the Club with Yang after getting their shit rocked by an Atlas mech. After grabbing his weapons and getting back in touch with the team, it turned out the bullheads stopped ferrying people for the night, on account of civil disturbances. Blake and Sun got on the last one back along with Weiss and Neptune, the later not being able to keep up with high-speed pursuit of the mech. Hell, even Weiss sounded pissed about how slow she was.

Ruby and Pyrrha were able to find Nora and Ren, who were helping bystanders from the rally that were either hurt or trampled. Someone called the cops so like the upstanding students they were, all of them split after making sure no one was seriously injured. Those four got a hotel on Pyrrha's behalf, so he'd have to thank her later. Ruby asked why they weren't coming back with them, so he told her over the scroll after verifying that they were fine. Except for you know, Yang's ride, pride and her resolve on getting drunk to salvage something from tonight.

Ruby said good luck, Yang was his problem, and that they'd see them in the morning.

She just hung up after giving that ominous message. Looking over to the stool next to him, Jaune could start to understand why. Yang was on her fourth strawberry sunrise already, and damn near finished with it. Must be Qrow's genetics at work. Jaune was still nursing his rum and something, he couldn't quite remember. After grabbing Crocea Mors and leaving Bumblebee's smoldering corpse in the street, Yang dragged him here. At least there weren't too many people around, it gave them a bubble of privacy.

She literally passed the people lined up outside of the doors, gave the bouncer a single look, and they just let them in. There was definitely a story there, considering how the bartender kept glancing warily in their direction in-between serving customers. Jaune could be imagining it, but it seemed like a fair bit of guys were glancing in their direction. Maybe they were trying to get the bartenders attention?

"Well, today has been one hell of a shitshow." Yang said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Agreed." Jaune shared the sentiment, downing his drink. The spiced alcohol warming his body. "That bastard was just toying with us."

"And he killed Bumblebee. Fuck, I don't even want to think about the insurance." Yang groan on the countertop. "Did I have insurance?"

"I don't think that will save your bike. Might be better off buying a new one."

"Nope." Yang shot down the idea. "I bought her with my own money and I'm going to repair her with my own two hands, no way I'm abandoning her. Dad would have my head." Yang paused after that, realizing a horrifying truth. "Oh fuck, dad's going to find out when they send him the bill…" She leaned into her arms and let out a muffled scream, the noise of the music and club ambiance drowning most of it out.

Jaune rubbed her back to console her and motioned for two more drink for the bartender. It was the least he could do. Yang leaned into the contact, unconsciously seeking the comfort.

Seconds passed, and she was done with her mental crisis, fresh strawberry sunrise waiting. Collecting herself, Yang sat back up, taking a deep breath. Jaune tried to ignore the way her chest moved in her tight shirt. "Looks like I'm screwed tomorrow." Taking her glass, she clinked it against Jaune's, drawing his attention back up to her face. "Thank god it's not here yet."

"I can drink to that." Jaune knocked back his own drink in sync with her, the spiced liquor already numbing the pain from his body. Sighing in content, he placed it back. He was starting to understand alcoholism in the Huntsman's trade. "Why did you leave me with the death machine?" Jaune was buzzed enough to ask out the question outright.

"Got lost on the adrenaline high." She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "I thought you'd hold on."

"Not with your driving, if you could even call it that."

"Oh, whatever. It got us there, right?"

"Yeah, yeah." Jaune drank some more, savoring the spiced flavor. "What do you think he was talking about?" Possibilities whirled in his mind, trying to make sense of it.

"Roman? Who knows?" Yang shrugged, swallowing her drink. "All I know is that if I ever see that flamboyant bastard again, I'm gonna' kill 'em."

"Get in line." Jaune said. "I have to pay him back for punching me through a wall."

"Pffft." Yang's drink sprayed from her lips. "He did what?"

"It's true. Fucker punched me through some poor girl's apartment." At least the ache was starting to fade, whether that was thanks to the alcohol or his Aura. "I'm just glad I'm alive."

"Same." Yang added. "Would've hated telling Ruby her partner died to a giant robot."

"She would've thought it'd be bad ass, let's be honest."

"You're not wrong." She agreed, finishing her cocktail. "But she doesn't need that." He silently agreed, finishing his drink as well and ordering two more. "Fuck, I wish she was still back at Signal."

"I don't." Jaune disagreed, earning a questioning look from Yang. "Believe it or not, I think the team needs her. Ruby's kinda' like the glue, you know? Weiss is bitch sometimes but is trying to be better. Blake is flighty and on a self-made crusade against injustice, but she means well. Then there's me, trying to be a leader. I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't there trying to keep the team together."

"Ruby is something else." Yang took her beverage from the bartender and drank it greedily. "She'll be better than me in no time. Hell, I think she already is." Jaune was confused by that statement.

"I thought she never beat you in a fight." He said, remembering what Ruby told him.

"Not that." Yang whispered into her drink, swirling the dark liquid. "I… You know I can be impulsive. Ruby gets some of that from me, but she'll grow out of it. I can't shake it though, it's just who I am, and it gets worse when I get angry. Like it just feels right to let go and just let the fire burn. And when Roman started taunting me, I could feel myself just wanting to prove him right."

"But you didn't." Jaune remembered Yang holding back, staring the thief down.

"I didn't." Yang said. "Because my temper does create problems. I say and do things without thinking about it, and that's something Ruby doesn't need or anyone else. So, for what it's worth Jaune, I'm sorry." Yang's amethyst eyes caught his, and he could see the sincerity within them. Yang was obviously vulnerable right now, and he didn't know what to do. Then he felt her warm hand touch his metal one, Yang's thumb slowly rubbing the surface. "I'm sorry for calling you a cripple, for leaving you, and for egging my team to go along with the ice queen's plan."

Jaune wanted to stick to his guns, deny her apology again by being the stubborn bastard he was. It got him to Beacon after all, albeit missing an arm. But now, knowing that she was sincerely sorry, kind of threw him though a loop. Some part of him took over and his prosthetic started intertwining its fingers in-between Yang's. He knew Yang was attractive, but right now she looked downright stunning and couldn't tear his eyes away.

"D- Don't mention it." He stuttered, not thinking that he could have easily forgiven her like this. A coy smile graced her features as she slowly leaned in, never breaking eye contact.

"And I think I know how to make it up to you…" Yang's hand gently caressed his face and pulled him in.

Soft lips met his, sending burning electricity though his body, stunning him. It lasted for maybe two, three seconds, but it felt longer to him before she pulled back. Yang was looking at him with that mischievous grin and winked.

"So, how's that for an apology?"

Common sense usually won out in Jaune's decision making. Or at least most of the time depending on the situation. The best thing to do was to accept the apology and end the night there, meet back at where the rest of his team was staying and call it a night. Thing is, Jaune was a raging ball of hormones, a few drinks deep, still pissed about being used as a ragdoll for an Atlas war machine and was kissed by arguably the most attractive woman he had ever met.

Logic and common sense be damned, Jaune wanted this.

Yang's eyes widened when he pulled her back into the kiss. It was clumsy, he knew, only really having done this once before back in middle school. A fit Giggles erupted from Yang at the attempt, gently pushing him away.

"Hold on there, lover boy, you can't just go all in like that." She said, lightly patting his chest, pushing him away.

"Sorry…" Jaune felt shame and guilt well up inside him from the monetary loss of control. "Something came over me and I wa-"

"Let me show you."

Taking his face in her hands, she brought their lips together again. The sensation was just as electrifying as the first, but that's where the similarities ended. Slowly, Yang deepened the kiss, and it took all of Jaune's willpower to hold back. It didn't stop him from reaching out putting his arms around her waist. He felt her tongue prod against his mouth, gently asking for permission. It was hard to deny such a tantalizing offer.

Then he tasted strawberries as her tongue intertwined with his. Running on instinct, Jaune pulled her close and their tongues wrestled for dominance, eliciting a quiet moan from her. Her arms linked behind his head, both of them slowly losing themselves in the spontaneous passion. The heat, scent, feel, and taste of Yang was intoxicating, consuming his senses. Never before would he had ever thought of something like this happening.

Stale nightclub air filled his lungs when she pulled away, Yang licking her lips. "Now that…" She panted, heavily flushed and looking at him with need. "Is how you kiss someone." Hormones and bodily functions were kicked into high gear, priming his body. Self-control was a faraway concept at the moment, it was a struggle just to grasp just the idea. Unconsciously, his hands roamed her figure, grabbing her strong hips and the small of her back.

Another soft moan escaped her, the sound pushing him over the edge. Jaune pulled her in for a searing kiss, hoping to put what he learned to good use. She was instantly receptive to it, leaning into him for support. Seconds passed before Yang pulled herself back, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two. The blonde brawler chewed her lip before slamming her fist on the bar's countertop.

"Junior! Room, now!"

The bartender let out a weary sigh.


This had to be a dream.

Yang shoved him through the doorway, lips still locked with his. The door was kicked closed, her hands running through his hair and pulling him close. Her body seemed to burn even beneath the clothes, and he could feel her. Not just her form, but her very essence. It tasted of spiced berries and heated his soul, delicious at every drop.

And he drank deeply.

Pushed against the wall, Yang began grinding against him. "Y-Yang…" He managed to say between the passionate lip lock.

"Yeah?" She broke away, breathing heavily. "What is it?"

"This is a bad idea." Even as he said it, he stole more kisses from her.

"Oh, without a doubt." Yang kissed him deeply, pulling his face into hers. "We should probably stop."

"We should." They didn't. Still entangled they slowly made their way to the simple twin sized bed. Looks like the establishment had spare rooms to sleep in, for either employees or customers too drunk to get home. Nothing but a modest sized room with a bed and bathroom, but that's all they needed. The back of his knees hit that bed, his ass hitting the mattress. Yang followed, straddling him, a cascade of golden curls isolating them.

"But I don't want to." Eyes of amethyst gazed down at him. "I need this…" Moving her hips, Jaune had no doubt in his mind that Yang could feel his hardening bulge. A playful smirked graced her delicious lips as her face leaned down close to his. "And it feels like you do too."

"Gods, you do make a good argument." It was incredibly hard to argue against it. Unfortunately, there was a problem. "It's just… uh…"

"Hmmm?" Yang gave him a knowing smile

"I'm a…" Words Jaune, you can use them. "I'm a virgin.".

"I never would have thought." The sarcasm was easy to hear in her voice. "But don't you worry, lover boy. I'll make sure to pop your cherry with a Yang."

"I hate you so much" Jaune groaned. The pun was horrible.

"Hate you too." She smirked, gently kissing him. "So, what do you say?" The question hung heavily between them. Jaune always thought losing his virginity was some far-off thing, or at least a little bit more romantic. Not whatever this was. Not… with Yang. Right now, though, with her warm comforting weight and lilac eyes burning with arousal, it didn't seem that distant. Unreal, crazy, but not impossible.

"Fuck it." He probably wouldn't get a chance like this again, so he reached up and mashed her mouth against his. Yang yelped in surprise but quickly succumbed to the kiss, giggling happily. Callused hands snaked their way under his shirt, gliding over his skin. Taking the hint, Jaune rushed to take off his shirt.

"Good idea." He was able to pull his off in time to see Yang reach for the hem of her own. And with that teasing smile, she slowly pulled. The toned stomach beneath was something he saw before when sparring with her, the soft outline of her abdominal muscles a testament to her rigorous training. Fabric revealed her magnificent breasts, constricted in a stylish bra. Supple skin swelled from the top, adding to the eroticism of Yang's figure.

How Jaune didn't notice this before when they were exercising, he didn't know.

"Like what you see?" Cupping her breasts, Yang gave a gentle squeeze. Jaune nodded, at a loss for words. "I thought so. Ever taken off a bra before?" He shook his head this time, tearing his eyes away from her chest. "How about you help me get the girls out then?"

"Yeah." Jaune swallowed nervously, sitting up. "I can do that." Having Yang sitting in his lap made it easy to reach around her back. Pressing her chest against him, Yang leaned her head on his should while fumbled around with the clasp.

"Having troubles?" Yang whispered in his ear, gliding her nails against his skin. It wasn't fair how distracting it was, the grazing contact sending shivers up his spine.

"Kinda' my first time here." Damn, his fingers slipped again, only getting one hook off. Why the hell do they make them with three!?

"Take your time." She nipped at his neck. "Don't mind me." The fuck he will. Focusing himself, Jaune opted for the simple solution of brute forcing it by just pulling the clasps in different directions. It worked, the tension disappearing at once.

"Ha!" Victory at last.

"Calm down, it's just a bra." Yang said leaning back to slip the garment off. Freed from their restraints, her perky breasts bounced free in their splendid glory. Hard nipples, perfectly sized, stood out, begging to be played with. Jaune did just that, his hands grabbing her bountiful chest. They were so soft and firm to the touch, more than he could hold in his palms. Yang hummed in approval when he gave them a light squeeze.

"They're so soft." He murmured, idly rubbing her nipple with his thumb, eliciting a small moan form her.

"And sensitive, so be gentle." She said, dragging her hands along his chest. "And don't pull on them." Yang demonstrated by pulling on his nipple, the surprise pain making him yelp. "Guys think girls like it, but it fucking hurts."

"Noted." Jaune said, glaring at her.

"Oh, you're fine." She patted his chest in sympathy. "I don't want you building any bad habits."

"What other bad habits are there?" He felt like he needed to ask.

"Keeping your pants on." She said with a wink. Dismounting him, Yang grabbed the waist of his pants. "Let's see what we're working with here." Calloused hands undid his belt. Freeing the buckle, she tugged on his jeans. "Lil' help here?" Oh yeah. Jaune lifted his hips, the rest of his clothing sliding off. And out came little Jaune, mighty sword of the Arc heritage. The cold air felt nice on his bare skin, but it was hard to enjoy with Yang eying his dick.

"Hmmm." Yang wrapped her hand around his shaft, the fingers barely separated by the girth. "Good size." She gave it a tentative pump, Jaune groaning at the feeling of her rough hands. Her thumb played with the frenulum. "Not weirdly shaped." Yang traced her fingers at his base, leading down to his family jewels. "You even shave. All in all…" She softly gripped his balls and planted a gentle kiss on the head, the feeling sending shivers up his spine. "Momma' likes."

"What are you, a dick connoisseur?" He groaned. Yang dragged her fingernail up and down the shaft.

"Nah, just picky." Her hand left when she stood up, his body already missing her touch. "You could say I'm a bit like goldilocks, looking for the one that's just right." She said, shimmying off her pants. Jaune's eyes bulged out of his skull, drinking in the sight of Yang naked. Toned legs lead up to her bare sex, neatly trimmed with blonde hair. Her athletic frame, the hourglass figure, the way she held herself, all of it breathtaking in its own way. Propping himself on the bed, Jaune just couldn't look away. Not that he would if he wanted to.

"Damn, you're sexy." He blurted out.

Thanks brain.

You're welcome.

"Thanks, lover boy." Yang smirked, sauntering up to him on the bed. She leaned down, her face millimeters away from his, lips grazing by the barest of breadth. "You're not too bad yourself." Perfect breasts pushed him down as she climbed on top of him. His dick throbbed with anticipation, feeling the warmth radiate from Yang's core above him. Jaune placed his hands on her hips, urging her to lower herself further. "Patience, Jaune." She kissed him again, instantly he inhaled her breath.

Yang's wet core touched the head of his member, teasing him with the promise of untold pleasure. He groaned into her mouth at the sensation, thrusting upwards only for her to pull back, just out of reach. "Foreplay makes it all the better."

"Tha- That's not fair." He breathed, trying to spear himself into her. Liquid trickled down his shaft, whether it was from her or him, Jaune couldn't tell.

"Oh, it is." Yang kissed him deeply, moving her hips to keep Jaune just out of reach. "For making me feel like a shitty person." Another deep kiss, more forceful than the last. "For making me worry about Ruby." Their movements became more erratic, the cat and mouse game they were playing becoming desperate. "For coming out tonight and wrecking my bike."

"That's not my fault." He said between breaths. Yang shut him up with her tongue.

"I know, let me vent." Nibbling on his ear, she rolled her hips, pinning his dick between his stomach and her wet clit. Groaning at the sensation, Jaune grabbed her soft ass. Yang moaned in response, dragging her sex across his shaft. "Fuck, now you're starting to learn." Perfect tits cushioned her weight against him as they moved, the heat and scent of her body was beyond description, pushing his own arousal to new heights.

And then, without warning, the Arc sword was sheathed in a tight burning scabbard.

Yang gasped at the sudden penetration, quivering on top of him.

"...Fuck" Jaune clenched his teeth to stave off his impending orgasm. His dick pulsed inside her, begging for release inside the heavenly sensation. They stayed still for a moment, clutching onto each other to ride out the waves of pleasure. She peered down at him with lidded amethyst eyes.

"That's what I need." She panted, stealing another kiss from him. "How about you, lover boy?"

"Just… Ah… Gimme a minute." He fought against the pleasure, trying to keep some semblance of control. "You're really tight."

"I know, I can feel you…" She leaned in close to his ear. "Throbbing." The word heavy with lust. "It just feels so nice…" Jaune felt every tiny movement she made, her inner walls coiling around him. "And if I do this." She grinded against him, pushing him deeper. The head of his dick brushed against something firm, sending another teeth-gritting flood of bliss. "You hit all the right spots." Yang hummed in pleasure.

"The hell is that?" He hissed, clutching onto her waist.

"My cervix." She huffed, continuing to rock against him. "And it's doing the trick."

"G- Good t- to know." Jaune mumbled, concentrating on staving off his orgasm for as long as possible. It was simultaneously the best and worst feeling he had ever experienced. Pressure built and built with every movement Yang made, her rhythm and breathing growing faster with every second. The room echoed with labored breathing and the sounds of hard sex. His will was holding on for dear life as she rode him, the tension in his balls becoming nigh unbearable.

"Hah… Almost… There..." Her words were a light at the end of the tunnel from this blissful hell. "Just need…" She gasped, slamming her ass down harder against him. "A… little more..."

"Fuck it." He was at his breaking point.

"Wha-hmph!" Jaune grabbed Yang's hair and crashed their lips together. With a desperate thrust, he hilted himself as deep as he could and erupted inside her. Bursts of semen flooded her insides, setting off her own quaking orgasm and holding onto him. Her trembling moan vibrated against the kiss, all the while her walls spasmed around him, milking his cock for every single drop of seed, rope after rope firing against her womb.

They rode it out together, their bodies shuddering and lips against one another in the orgasmic bliss. Jaune finally let her go, all his strength sapped away. Yang wasn't any better, a dead weight on top of him. So, they laid there, basking in the afterglow.

"That…" Yang started, out of breath and sporadically shaking. "Was intense."

"Yeahmhmphyup." Jaune mumbled, his mind in complete disarray. Moments later, he was out like a light, completely asleep.

"Yeah." Yang sighed, grabbing the covers and getting comfortable on top of him. She could feel his essence leaking out of her and never before had she been so glad to be on birth control. "A nap sounds like a good idea."


Best part about writing Fanfiction?

I can do whatever the hell I want.

Also writing smut is way harder than it looks.

Until next time