Cats are notorious for their dexterity, litheness, and speed. Which is why watching them fall of of things (granted that they end up fine) is always so funny, it's the dichotomy between the cool and composed aspect of a cat and the violent flailing they have when making a misstep on a railing, leading to their untimely lameness. In other words, gap moe.
On an unrelated note, it was a warm summer warming in Vale, with Blake dangling her legs out the window, basking in the pleasant rays of the sun as she did in the early eves of the morn (only while alone, not that her teammates being up early was ever an issue, even Weiss had become gradually more lazy due to the half-sisters' influence, leaving only Blake to get them up most of the time).
Blake wasn't reading or doing much of anything other than enjoy the feeling of the sun on her bare skin, wearing a loose black shirt and shorts, but precious little else. Her long, smooth legs were on display for the campus to see, not that anyone but her was up at this time.
Except for the type of person that would spend all night working on their weapon, only to realize that it was 6 am and the last time they had eaten was more than 48 hours ago. Which is to say, Neptune Vasilias. He was walking across campus in order to stand in line for the only mediocre food place that was open, his stomach not growling, but more mewling. It had experienced prolonged hunger many times, not that its master ever seemed to care, and had mostly given up on informing him of his need for sustenance.
Neptune blinked and stopped, looking around. He could hear the sound of low humming not unlike the noise a generator makes when turned on. After a few confused glances, his tired eyes found Blake sitting on her dorm's window sill, eyes closed as she hummed some forgotten tune. Most would have just watched the young woman for a few moments, appreciated her beauty and moved on with their day, but Neptune was never known for his social skills. Only to be rivaled by Jaune Arc in a different manner, Neptune did not consider the fact that Blake needed this time she had alone to recuperate, and ready herself for her rather boisterous team. Though for this instance I will be kind, and blame Neptune's lack of tact on sleep deprivation and self starvation.
"Hey Blake!" He called out, waving to the black haired faunus.
This gave Blake a start, sending a flight response throughout her body. Which only led to her grip on the window sill leaving, and her balance to be thrown off kilter.
Neptune watched in horror as Blake fell several stories, flailing as she tried to right herself.
And she did so just in time, landing on all fours next to Neptune with an extremely red face.
"Are you-"
"You saw nothing. Is that clear?" Blake asked, trying to act threatening and failing terribly.
"Y-yes!"
Blake looked Neptune over with an amber eye.
"Do you want to get coffee?" She asked.
"Uh… I guess? Are you sure you're okay?"
Blake glared. "Okay with what? I was out here on a stroll, what are you talking about?"
"I was referring to… your um… your clothes. I don't think you have a bra."
"My bra is none of your concern. Neither is my underwear."
Blake started walking to Dique's (the name of the cafeteria named after a very gracious beneficiary for Beacon. Although if I'm being frank, it was just one of Ozpin pseudonyms that he had 'donated' to Beacon under. He took child-like pleasure in odd things), with Neptune appreciating her curves from behind. But only for a moment.
"Wait, wait." Neptune said, catching up to Blake. "Some guys would get the wrong idea about you. Can you please put more on?"
"What sort of ideas?" Blake asked, moving closer to Neptune and looking up into his eyes, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.
"Lewd ones, which is bad when you already have a boyfriend." Neptune answered, in a more straightforward manner than either of them had been expecting. Again, I will pin such bluntness on a need for caffeine and sleep.
"Sorry. You already knew that."
"I do." Blake answered caustically. "But I don't think he knows he has a girlfriend."
"Huh?"
"I saw him cheating on me yesterday. I was not stalking him. I just… happened to be in the area and smelled him." Blake said, gritting her teeth, her ears flattening. "And he reeked of sex, just like the faunus bimbo with him."
Neptune held up his hands. "Are you sure you're not misunderstanding something? Like maybe…"
"Like what, Neptune? What exactly makes two people reek like sex? And I definitely know what sex smells like." She said, crossing her arms under her chest, accidentally making Neptune even more aware of the thin layer of cloth between her breasts and the outside air.
"Smells sort of like… squid, right? Did they come out of a fish restaurant and maybe you got the smell mixed up? I'm sure Sun has a perfectly good reason."
"No, they were coming out of Xe's hotel. And I could tell that they had just showered."
"Oh… uh… shit." Neptune eventually concluded.
Blake glared at him.
"Look, just give me a minute."
Neptune stepped away, dialed Sun's phone number and tapped his foot as he waited.
One ring, two rings, three rings…
"Hey, Sun here!"
"Great, Sun, I need to ask-"
"Gotcha, this is just prerecorded. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you."
Instead of leaving a message, Neptune groaned after the beep before quickly hanging up. Of course Sun wouldn't be up, it was 6 am and the monkey boy could barely manage to wake up at noon on days when they had classes.
"Well?" Blake asked, clearly miffed.
"No answer. I think he's still asleep." Neptune answered, sighing.
"Do you want to have sex?" Blake asked, channeling the straightforwardness of her mother.
"No! Bros before ho- horribly nice women." Neptune said, nearly feeling his soul escape his body as Blake chucked imaginary daggers with her eyes at him. "I can't do that to Sun, I think we're missing something."
"That's fine. I'll just go find someone else." Blake said, starting to walk away.
"What? No! That's a terrible idea!" Neptune said, grabbing her hand. "Please, please wait for Sun. I'm sure if he explains it, everything will make sense."
"Am I not attractive enough?" Blake asked, looking away and doing her best distraught face.
"No, I think you're very attractive. If you offered to have sex with me without Sun being your boyfriend, I'd thank my playboy charms and take you up on the offer instantly. I think you're smart, beautiful, and… have a go-getter attitude? You don't wait for people to do things for you, and I really like that, but you need to wait here, please. Trust Sun."
Blake stared at Neptune. Then, using only one thumb, she pulled down a side of her shorts, revealing nothing but pale shaved skin underneath.
"Either you do it, or I find someone else."
"Argh, fine! Please don't ever tell Sun, he'd be heartbroken."
"Isn't that something I should be requesting?" Blake asked, raising an eyebrow and her shirt.
Neptune's soul nearly left his body before he dragged it back in through fucking will. Placing a hand on her shirt halfway up her toned stomach, he could feel her firm skin underneath.
"Are you crazy!? We can't do it here! I get that you want to make Sun feel jealous or bad or whatever, but this is a really, really bad idea."
"Fine. we'll go to my dorm." Blake said, rolling her eyes. "Wuss."
"But-"
"Threat still stands. And my team are heavy sleepers. I did thorough testing."
Neptune sighed. It was better than having sex outside, but not by much. He didn't know Blake's team well, aside from Weiss to some extent. He didn't want to think about her waking up to him having sex with Blake.
They had a silent walk through the hallways.
"If anyone asks, I forced you to do it." Neptune said firmly.
Blake stopped abruptly, turning her head slightly, but not enough to face him. "Why?"
"Because then I'll take the blame for it, but it won't ruin your relationship with Sun. Just please don't take me to court…"
"Why would you go that far?"
"Because, Blake, he's my bro, and you're his girl."
Blake stared at him without the vigor she held before.
"...I can't do this." She said, leaning against a wall and closing her eyes.
Neptune breathed a sigh of relief. He had fully intended to follow through with his words, but was glad he no longer had to.
He nearly shat his pants when his Scroll rang, answering it without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey Neptune, you got a sec?" Sun asked, also deprived of sleep. He was far less used to it than his blue haired, friend, meaning that his question really came out as, "Mmmh, Nepmmm, mm?"
Neptune understood anyways.
"Yeah. What's up?"
"Do you know what a good gift for a girl is?" Sun asked.
"Flowers aren't usually a bad choice, really depends on what it's for."
"Look, I don't wanna toot my own horn… But…"
"But what?"
"I scored last night! I think I've really got something with this one!"
"Ah, you mean you were playing some… soccer?"
"It's football over here, and I meant, you know… sex"
"With Blake, right? You did it… with Blake."
Neptune was tempted to create a static noise generator mod for his scroll then and there, to cover the dead air on the call.
"No?"
Face palming would not have been adequate to describe Neptune's anguish.
"I was planning on breaking up with her tomorrow, since I've got a date with Neon later today."
It broke Neptune's little heart to hear that. "C'mon man, really? You'd really do that to her?" He whispered.
"She'll be fine. You can blame it on my playboy charms. See ya later, Nep."
Blake was still leaning on the wall when he came back.
"Blake… about Sun…"
"I know I was wrong, alright?" She said, a quiver in her voice. "And I'm sorry. I… don't know what I would do if I found out Sun really was cheating on me. He's just been so… standoffish lately. I'll see if he wants to do something tonight."
Blake was already planning out how to make tonight special for her and Sun, a determined spark in her eye never to lose faith in her other half again.
It is at this moment Neptune had one of two choices.
The first was to say nothing, make sure Blake was okay, and knock some sense into Sun before he royally screwed up their relationship. If he was a true friend, that's what he would have done.
But he wasn't Sun's friend, he was a brother to him.
"Blake, you were right. Sun cheated on you. He just told me."
A rainbow of emotions soared across Blake's face, dissipating just as quickly as they had appeared, leaving her with the same emotionless mask she always wore. Her hamstrings tensed to run away as she always had.
Only Neptune's look of pure sorrow held her back, and she relaxed her legs.
"We both got fucked." Blake commented, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Am I weird? Is it normal to just… hook up with somebody without saying anything to your girlfriend?" Neptune asked, perhaps not thinking about Blake's feelings, but it was a question out of honesty, not maliciousness.
"I don't know." Blake replied plainly, her eyes downcast, and her ears flat against her head. With a heavy breath, she typed a small message into her Scroll, already on Sun's messages.
It's over.
Neptune blinked, focusing on the Scroll that had been thrust in front of him.
Tuesday
Blake: Hey, want to see a movie? You were talking about Atlantic Rim three a few days ago.
Several hours later was the response:
Sun: Sorry, not feeling great right now. Maybe another time?
Blake's finger scrolled by a dozen conversations like this, Sun's replies getting shorter and shorter until he didn't respond at all unless prompted. Blake hadn't been over clingy in the texts, making sure to keep her messages concise and to the point. Which only made the blue haired student feel worse.
"I had no idea." Neptune said, hanging his head.
"I'm just as bad as him. Sorry for trying to force myself on you."
"You're not, because the difference between you and him is that you stopped yourself, and instantly thought about how to come clean to Sun. He didn't." Neptune said, embracing Blake in a hug.
Neither of them realized just how much they had been holding back tears until they started crying into each other's shoulders. While Sun and Blake had only been together for the better part of a year, it hurt her chest just to think about him and his betrayal. Neptune and Sun had been partners for far longer, and he had thought the world of his avuncular brother, only for Neptune to watch the respect he had for Sun empty out his tear ducts.
For a long few moments, it was just the two of them, trying to make sense of someone they thought they knew, before pulling away from each other.
"Thanks for telling me." Blake sniffed.
"Sorry I didn't know earlier. I should have noticed."
"He was my boyfriend, not yours. Unless there's something else you feel like telling me." Blake laughed without any sort of humor.
It did manage to put a smile on Neptune's face, though. "No, there isn't."
"You still up for coffee?"
"...yeah." Blake said, walking away.
"Where are-"
"I'm not crazy. I need to get actually dressed." She said, with mock exasperation and a tiny smirk that Neptune barely caught. "Only an exhibitionist would go out in this."
Neptune cracked a smile that failed to reach adulthood, his thoughts returning to Sun.
He was allowed to mull over his thoughts for a few minutes as he waited for Blake, roused from them only after she poked his shoulder lightly.
"Ready."
Blake was wearing nearly the polar opposite of what she had on earlier, a modest and baggy white sweatshirt and sweatpants, contrasting beautifully against her dark eyes and hair. She had also done a spectacular job of covering up her puffy eyes, to the point that unless you were looking intently, you wouldn't even notice the makeup.
"I really am sorry about Sun." Neptune repeated, walking alongside Blake.
"Nothing to be sorry about." Blake said stiffly. "But, I do appreciate it." She said, relaxing. "Let's call it even for earlier."
Neptune nodded, a load taken off him.
The walk to Dique's was surprisingly pleasant, the warmth of the rising sun on their necks, and the occasional bird chirp gave life to the waking campus.
"I broke up with Sun. At least, over text. I want to do it in person, but not today. Not today." She said quietly.
"If you need help…"
"This is between Sun and I. But I do appreciate it." She added quickly.
"Okay then."
"Want to go out with me?"
Neptune continued walking. It took him several seconds to process the question, despite their earlier rendezvous. Perhaps due to his sleep deprived mind, or genuine feelings for Blake, he didn't question the ethical or mental health ramifications of accepting such a request, and instead answered with his gut.
"Yes."
Blake nodded, as if it had been expected. "Okay. Can I get your number?"
A tap of the Scrolls later, they had each other's info.
The air was awkward, as neither was able to look at the other.
Dique's was open, but it was being manned by a single employee, one wearing a janitor's uniform. A single nod from him was all they both needed to know that their drink of preference was already prepared.
He set out their coffees on the table in the farthest corner of the small coffee shop, before returning to the back, muttering about 'damned kids' and how cleaning semen off the seat was above his pay grade and rights as a human. He went off to go chainsmoke before moving onto his myriad of other tasks.
"Why were you up so early?" Blake asked, sipping at her coffee (tea, actually. She was of the opinion that coffee was for closers).
"I was working on Tri-hard, as per the usual. Always something to fix with it." Neptune said, cracking a smile. "Trident mode kept getting stuck halfway after exiting guandao mode. You know how it is. Actually, I've always wanted to ask. How does your weapon work? Is there some gimmick with it? How the hell do you move it so precisely?"
Blake gave an almost imperceptible smile. "Practice. No gimmick."
"So when you wrap the ribbon around the trigger, you're just… flinging it around? There's nothing going on with your sheath in how you control it?"
"Nope. Pure skill." Blake smirked.
"You're never afraid that you'll hit someone with it by accident?" Neptune asked.
"Not really. Do you ever get worried you'll shoot someone by accident with your gun?"
"All the time."
"Let's go to a range sometimes. Should help with your nerves."
"Maybe. I'll try it, let me know when."
"It's a date, then."
Neptune nodded, taking a gulp of his quad shot mocha. He instantly felt better, like an addict taking a hit to stop the shakes. "That's the stuff. They don't make it like this back home."
"Isn't Vacuo known for their coffee?" Blake asked, curious.
"Only certain regions." He said, waving a hand. "Not ours. We were lucky if the instant stuff was decent."
"Huh."
There was a lull in the conversation, although it was quite different than the one between Neptune and Sun earlier on the Scroll. It was the silence of two people simply enjoying their drink and the other's company, watching the world slowly wake up around them. There were even a few people walking around, now, albeit in a zombie like manner.
"Want to have sex?"
"Sure."
"I'm not doing it just to get back at Sun, now." She added immediately.
"Didn't think you were."
Neptune honestly hadn't, but that was probably because he was in the delirious state of thinking he was functioning normally, but he was really running off of coffee.
Blake blushed, her ears, fluttering briefly. "We can do it in my dorm when class starts."
Neptune nodded.
"Are… are you into exhibitionism."
"I'm not into exhibitionism!"
Neptune was cowering in his corner of the booth as Blake loomed over him. They had a sole, somewhat annoyed witness in the form of the janitor once again muttering about 'fecking horny kids' before relegating himself back to the roll of a cameo. Blake's face was far redder than she had intended, taking considerable effort to resume her resting bitch face.
"...you're the second person to ask me that."
"I pity the first person, then." Neptune said, putting his arms back on the table.
"It was always a… touchy subject. Why do you ask?"
"First you wanted to have sex outside, and then you wanted to have sex next your sleeping teammates." Neptune said, shrugging. "I just thought you were into it."
"Isn't it normal for most people to have sex outside?" Blake asked carefully.
"No." Neptune answered casually, sipping at his coffee and letting its strength fill him. "Not as bad as having sex next to your teammates, though. The thought of that happening to me is just weird."
"Please be quiet." Blake begged, her face reddening to tomato proportions.
Neptune downed the rest of his coffee, putting his brain to good work.
"Well, did not see that coming."
Blake gently, hesitantly, reached a balled fist across the table and whacked his chest.
"I don't kink shame. Unless you're into that?"
"It's definitely not normal to talk about your kinks on the first date." Blake said, trying to swerve the topic of conversation as well as the captain of the titanic had swerved away from the iceberg.
"Eh, depends on the person. You did also literally threaten me with a good time earlier. I thought we were already past that stage."
"Well… yeah. Fine." Blake admitted, clearing her throat.
"I'll stop, but you do look cute when you're embarrassed. Your ears do this really funny thing."
"Do they?" She replied icily.
"Yeah, they do."
Ice attacks are weak against steel, which Neptune employed beautifully with his straightforward and no nonsense response.
"Stop that!"
"What?"
"Being straightforward! You're reminding me of Jaune." She said with a low growl.
"I think he's a good guy. I'll take that as a compliment."
"I… guess it was a compliment? I-I can't take you being this straightforward. Please."
"But you really are cute-"
No one saw the kiss coming, not even Blake. She slowly sat back down in her seat, looking away from Neptune.
"You talk too much."
"That's just mean." Neptune grumbled. "I will not be paid off by sexual favors. I thought there was less corruption in Vale, but I guess not."
Blake choked back a laugh. "That was not funny."
"It wasn't supposed to be?"
She blinked. "Is corruption actually a problem in Vacuo? The system here isn't great, but…"
Neptune nodded. "It is, and yeah, it's better here. Sun had to give the officer 100 lien before he dropped charges, as opposed to the normal 20."
Blake just shook her head, melancholy thoughts of Sun coming back to her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bring him up."
"It's only natural." Blake convinced herself.
"I'll try not to from now on."
"Thanks."
There was the sound of a bell as old as Beacon itself, signaling that classes had started.
"Surprised there were so few customers. Usually the line is out the door." Neptune commented. On his way out the door, he did make a subtle observation, one that managed to slip by Blake. The closed sign had been flipped by a certain someone, probably as they had left for their smoke break, and hadn't been turned back. As he looked back to the counter where the janitor had been, he found nothing, except for a passing sentiment from one decent human being to another.
He made a note to thank him next time he saw him.
They passed through the bustle of students in uniform going past them, fighting against the flow as they made their way to Blake's dorm, both of them nervous. Their hearts pounded as they entered the room, neither of them remembering opening the door.
Both of them had their hands on the other, exploring their body as they felt their heat rising. It didn't take long for Blake to take off her clothes, if only because she hadn't put her bra back on under her sweatshirt, her breasts revealed in all their glory as soon as Neptune helped it off.
Her pants told much the same story, holding no underwear underneath.
"Not into exhibitionism, huh?"
"...maybe a little." Blake said, climbing onto Neptune as she felt his growing member against her exposed crotch. In a move for gender equality, Neptune was quickly out of his clothes too. Blake rubbed her pussy against his growing dick, biting her lip as she felt his dick harden in response to physical trauma.
"You got any condoms?"
"It's my safe day. I was planning on Sun taking advantage of that, but… sorry."
Blake didn't push Neptune away as he kissed her, feeling their breath and feelings mingle.
"It's Sun's loss. Don't know why he'd ever give you up."
"I'm grumpy, clingy, distrustful." Blake answered automatically.
"I think you're shy, loyal, and cautious." Neptune countered. "...and that you talk too much." He grinned, kissing her again.
"...idiot."
Neptune shifted around, trying to get comfortable as Blake mounted him cowgirl style, gently helping her move by using her generous hips. He ran a hand along her smooth, pale leg. She'd had scars from her time in the White Fang, but aura had covered all of them up, leaving nothing but memories in Blake's mind as she shivered at his touch.
Raising her hips, Blake felt Neptune's dick throb with need. Fumbling with it at the entrance of her pussy (as it was bigger than what she was normally used to), she slowly, pleasurably impaled herself upon his length. Blake let out a sigh of pleasure when she was all the way down, feeling his cock warm up inside her, expanding her insides as she relished in the sensation.
Not that she had long to do so, Neptune wasted no time in moving his hands to her chest that rivaled Yang's, squeezing them and eliciting far more of a response than he'd been expecting. He watched her nipples harden as he massaged her chest, poking through the space between his ring and middle finger. Blake squeaked when he gave her a small 'honk', giving him a reproachful look. He shrugged, smiling.
"Rolling her eyes, she rose her hips, feeling her insides cry out at his absence as empty space filled her, before answering their cries and slamming her hips back down. She felt his dick reach farther than Sun ever had before, and Neptune still wasn't at his full length.
"Fuck you're big." Blake moaned, running her hand against her crotch as he felt him inside her, his dick twitching.
"And you're tight." Neptune responded, running his fingers against her hard nipples, making sure to be gentle. He'd never been with someone that had nipples that sensitive, although Weiss was on the other end of the extreme, where you could do practically anything to them and she didn't feel it. Weiss's clit, on the other hand…
Curious, Neptune rubbed his finger on Blake's clit, forcing a moan and vice like grip out of her. Her velvety walls were beating down his rather low stamina.
"I'm close."
Blake nodded, speeding up her hips and gyrating them as she placed both of her hands on his chest.
It was Neptune's turn to moan as she slammed up and down on his dick, her pussy devoting its existence to getting his seed out at any cost, and doing a stellar job of it thus far. Neptune squeezed Blake's thigh as he came, trying to signal for her to stop but only egging her on.
Instead of slowing down, she sped up. Neptune came inside her, his dick pulsing semen out into her pussy, but instead of stopping she powered right through it, making Neptune's toes curl as he was milked through the orgasm.
When Blake finally stopped when her own needs were satisfied. Pulling her hips up, she felt his seed drip out of him onto the sheets. His flaccid dick popped out of her pussy, a string of semen still connecting them.
She felt her pussy and his sticky seed, lapping at her dirty fingers for a taste.
"Not bad." She concluded, licking her fingers clean.
"You too. What a woman." He commented under his breath.
"Up for another round?"
His dick perked as an answer. Working her hands around it, she turned away from him while still on top, leaving Neptune a view of her muscular back and toned ass, one that he'd secretly admired on more than one goodbye.
He gave it an appreciative squeeze, feeling its firmness squish underneath his finger tips. Blake did the same with his dick, except that his dick became far harder and longer the more she worked her fingers around it. Once again getting it to fighting form, she slid down on his dick, feeling his dick touch completely different spots. She squirted as he grazed her g-spot, sending her legs into a quiver.
"You just got way tighter." He commented, still making full use of her ass.
Blake could only nod as she rode out the orgasm, pulling her legs up as she attempted to once again hit her g-spot.
She succeeded, moaning from the electric shock that coursed through her. It was a little bit like using him as a dildo, but it felt so good that Blake ignored that thought. She grazed it again and again, watching as stars danced in her vision, her breath growing more rapid as she pounded her pussy on his dick.
Neptune had no complaints about the situation, knocking his hips up into hers in rhythm, feeling the tip of his dick touch something inside.
"Nya~" Blake let out, letting the sound roam free. Neptune was knocking against her womb now, requesting rather than demanding entrance.
She grinded against him, feeling his tip kiss her cervix. Desperate to feel him inside her womb, where no one else had been before, she fondled his balls, squeezing them gently in an attempt to make him even bigger.
It worked, and she felt the tip of his dick pop into her womb, trapping him there. Neptune was helpless against her fingers milking his balls and her pussy gripping his dick. Blake massaged his balls as she felt them tighten, getting ready to cum.
Instead of mercilessly pounding him through orgasm, she used her pussy to get him through the finish line, gently squeezing his balls to get all of the semen she could out of him.
He erupted inside her, coating her womb white as more and more cum came out. Only when her womb had decided it was satisfied, did it allow Neptune to pull out, accompanied by an impressive trail of cum. If it hadn't been her safe day, she would've been pregnant, no question.
She fell next to Neptune, satisfied emotionally and physically.
"Do you think this'll last?" Blake asked, straight to the point.
"It could. Do you want it to?"
"...yeah."
"Me too."
Neptune held Blake in her arms, allowing them to bask in their mixed emotions, and relish the afterglow.
And that's it. Let me know if you liked it or not.
I could continue this, I think, but this is the sort of thing I would only continue if people wanted to see more. It's an uncommon ship (Blake x Neptune) and I don't usually care for NTR (which is what this originally was supposed to be, I just couldn't do it and make it straight NTR, meaning that Sun's character had to sacrifice a little).
All that aside, thanks for reading!
P.S. Catfish is apparently the name of this ship. Had to do some looking. Did this as at the request of a reader, but I think it turned out decent, especially given that it's out of my comfort zone.