"I don't believe it…" Cloud couldn't take his eyes off the lightsaber that his teammate had seemingly pulled out of the ether. He continued looking between the Jedi weapon, and his other male teammate. Once all the members of Team CLWD had woken, and everyone's brains were working properly, Drake had told the three of them, exactly what had happened in his dream, and what he had come away with. "Is this thing even real?"
"Only one way to find out." Taking the weapon out of Drake's hands, her reaction was just like the rest of the team. Pure shock and awe. The lightsaber activated with its signature snapping hiss. Bathing the dorm room with a greenish yellow glow. "Oh my god, it's real…"
"This harem thing is really getting nuts, if you're scoring women from a galaxy far, far away." Cloud snickered, as the short blade retracted into the hilt.
But Drake simply shook his head, while taking the lightsaber back. "Okay firstly, I don't even know how I managed to get this. I'm not even a lucid dreamer, and I come away with something everyone and their grandfather wanted from the age of six? I thought in order to do anything like this, you had to be a victim in A Nightmare on Elm Street… And secondly, how in the hell did I not only score with Ahsoka Tano, but actually get to that galaxy far, far away?"
"Well, let's put a pin in that for now." Cloud said, rolling his shoulders. Unlike Drake, Cloud hadn't had the best nights sleep. He had tossed and turned in said sleep, and had ended up at a rather awkward angle in bed. Putting a rather painful crick in his upper back, around the shoulder blades. "Damnit. Drake, think you could…?"
"Yup, cross your arms." Picking up on the hint his team leader had given, Drake positioned himself behind Cloud. His arms wrapped over Cloud's crossed ones, and once the spiky haired boy exhaled, Drake lifted him into the air. Chest pressed into Cloud's back. The pops and cracks that Cloud's back made, could be heard from down the hall. "Oh for the love of… you gotta get yourself a better mattress."
"Well, my birthday is coming up." Cloud responded with a relieved sounding groan. That little remark got the other three members of Team CLWD to chuckle appreciatively. The four of them then made their way down to the cafeteria for breakfast. They were joined by Team JNPR, with Pyrrha as always nuzzling into Drake's side.
"I have something to tell you, but it'll have to wait until classes end for the day." Drake told his Mistrali girlfriend, and from the smile on the face of the dragon Faunus, Pyrrha knew that she had nothing to worry about. Pyrrha simply nodded, smiled, and stood on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
"So…" Nora began in a flirty manner. Her arms wrapped about Drake's waist from behind, pressing her sizable chest into his back in an attempt to excite him. By then, the two teams were in line to get their food, so the only people who could hear what was being said above the chatter of multiple half-awake students, would be Drake and Pyrrha. As well as Blake, Orchard, and Velvet, thanks to their enhanced hearing. "Who's gonna be next?"
"Not sure." Came Drake's reply, over a yawn. "It's been a crazy two days, so I haven't given the whole thing much thought." He then gave Nora's hair a playful ruffle, as the line of half-awake students continued shuffling forward like a horde of zombies. A fight in the cafeteria was avoided when Cardin stuck his foot out in an attempt to trip Drake. Fortunately, Pyrrha had spotted the rather pathetic attempt at sabotage, and dug her heel into the instep of the bully's foot as she passed by.
"Oops, sorry." Pyrrha sounded apologetic, but she shot Cardin a death glare, and in an act of uncharacteristic cruelty, put even more pressure on his foot by pressing down harder. "I wasn't watching where I was walking."
The rest of the day proceeded without any other incidents or outburst from any member of Team CRDL. The freshman all had a lecture in Professor Goodwitch's class about the history of Remnant, and how Dust came to be used as a primary weapon for almost all Hunters and Huntresses. Hardly anyone but Pyrrha and Weiss could comprehend anything that Dr. Ooblek had to say, as the hyperactive man mainlined caffeine.
"I swear he snorts lightning Dust…" Cloud groaned while rubbing his temples. It looked as though he was on the verge of a migraine as they broke for lunch.
Cardin and his goons stayed as far away from Pyrrha as possible during lunch. Not wanting to provoke her wrath yet again. Of course, that didn't stop them from being their normal terrible selves, and roughly tugging on poor Velvet's long rabbit ears. Laughing at her pain, and pleas for them to stop.
"Alright, that's it…!" Having seen enough of that terrible behavior, Drake began marching over to where CRDL sat. He'd gotten out of his seat so fast that nobody could stop him. Or had even noticed that his metal lunch tray was tucked under his arm. That was until the sound of metal smacking against flesh and skull echoed around the spacious cafeteria. Drake having smacked Cardin in the head with it. Hard.
"If you ever do anything like that again. Or if I ever hear you doing anything like that again, I will make you regret the day you crawled out of your mother's womb." Drake snarled, holding the tray against Russel Thrush's throat to the point that the dragon Faunus was nearly choking the other boy with it. Making an example out of both him and Cardin, while Dove and Lark had more sense and didn't do a thing to stick up for their teammates who were clearly in the wrong. "Do you understand?"
"I understand why…" Professor Goodwitch sighed. She was massaging the bridge of her nose with her thumb and middle finger, and there was a note of irritation in the deputy headmistress' voice. After smacking Cardin upside the head with the lunch tray, and threatening not only him, but the rest of the team, Drake had gone straight to Professor Goodwitch's office. Explaining just what he had done. "However-"
She was cut off when the door to her office was flung open. Cardin was standing in the doorway, an angered fire in his eyes. Which was offset by the large angry red bump smackdab in the middle of his forehead. "Professor, do you want to hear what this freak did to?-"
"Be. Quiet." Professor Goodwitch said those two words in such an icy tone, that the temperature of her office dropped a good 20 degrees. Making a shiver run down Drake's back. "Mr. Winchester, this is the twelfth report against you, involving flagrant racism and bullying towards Faunus students. Now I do not care how well off your family is. Nor do I care about the wealth of the other families of the rest of your team. I and this school will not tolerate anything along these lines."
She paused her admonishing of Cardin to speak to Drake. "Mr. Scaletower, you can go. We can discuss disciplinary actions-if any at a later time."
"WHAT!?" Cardin shouted angrily. He stood firmly in the doorway, refusing to move to allow Drake to leave. "Goodwitch, this freak assaulted me-"
"I've got hundreds of witnesses who will back up what I did!" Drake growled, getting to his feet. There was a growl in his voice that had never been there before. Each time he spoke, small flames shot out of his mouth. "You don't have a leg to stand on! Now you either get out of my way, or I will put you through that wall, and finish what I started in the cafeteria!"
Drake was fired up, and was angry enough to hit Cardin then and there. The only thing that prevented that was when Professor Goodwitch placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Calm yourself Mr. Scaletower. I will handle this." Professor Goodwitch said, in that same icy tone. Her riding crop clutched in her hand. Something that Cardin had noticed, whereas Drake had not. The bully backed away on instinct, allowing Drake to move past him.
As Drake got to the end of the hall, Glynda's furious voice reached his ears. It was muffled slightly by the door and walls of her office, but the dragon Faunus heard every single word, which made him smirk.
Drake had gone back to his team's dorm to retrieve his back. The entirety of Team CLWD had dropped off their belongings before going off to lunch. But lunch was far past now, and there was only one class left in the day. Port's class.
He groaned as he retrieved his bag. "Great, another boring two hour lecture. And I didn't even get to eat… oh goddamn I'm hungry." He let out another groan as his stomach growled ravenously. He gave the drawer where he had put Ahsoka's lightsaber a fleeting glance, before he made his way out of the dorms, and made to go and join the rest of his team.
"You good?" Cloud asked as Drake joined the que of students outside Port's door. The other three members of Cardin's team were conspicuously absent.
"Just hungry… and agitated." Drake replied, as his stomach growled. He was always agitated whenever he became hungry. His agitation dissipated a bit when he felt Pyrrha wrap both of her arms about one of his. His cheeks flushing a slight pink when she gently pressed his arm into her chest.
"Just two more hours." The red haired Mistrali cooed placatingly, having just enough time to place a soft kiss upon Drake's cheek before Professor Port opened the door to his classroom, and bade them all inside.
Within twenty minutes, most of the class had sunk into a stupor. This class was one of a few that was shared between the first and second year class students. Most people sat with their teammates, but some students here and there sat apart from the others. Because Pyrrha and Drake were dating, they always sat next to one another on the upper row of seats that made up the amphitheater-like classroom. This time however, the two were joined by Velvet of Team CFVY.
Velvet had done so, because she wanted to express her thanks to Drake for standing up to Cardin in the way he did. Having not gotten the chance to do so either in the cafeteria, nor during the time there was before class started.
Now despite being irritated due to lack of food, Drake was by no means immune to the stupor that fell over most of the class. Weiss and Pyrrha were seemingly the only ones who were unaffected by Port's lecture. One of Drake's hands was holding up his head, as he fought to keep his eyes open, and not fall asleep. His left foot lightly tapped away slightly rhythmless in a rather futile attempt to keep himself awake. He was at a point of semi-consciousness, that he didn't even notice that someone was fiddling with his uniform pants.
That was until he felt something warm and wet envelop his cock. His eyes went wide, but Drake stayed as still as possible. He had long since learned not to stiffen or do anything else to give away what was going on. His eyes shifted, expecting to see Pyrrha's seat empty. However, his eyes went wider when he saw that her seat was occupied. He caught her eye, and one of her emerald eyes winked.
His eyes shifted to Velvet's seat, finding it empty. And that was when Drake realized what was happening. Velvet was under the large table-like desk, sucking him off. Her rabbit ears concealed by the desk, which would have certainly given her away. He let out a pleased grunt that came from the dragon Faunus, however he made it sound as though he was grunting and readjusting himself in his seat.
Velvet's mouth felt incredibly warm and inviting. It surprised Drake that she was able to take his entire length into her mouth. He let out a soft low hum, that unlike his earlier grunt, went unheard as Port continued his boring as all hell lecture. He had no idea where Velvet got this amount of skill, but he didn't complain or question it. After about several minutes however, Velvet's head stayed in place. Drake's fingers clenched into fists, as he had reached climax.
He chanced a glance down, and felt his stomach flip. Velvet's eyes were wide, with both shock and some slight delight. She was gulping down his seed, but there was a hand on Velvet's head. Pyrrha's hand held Velvet's head in place for a full minute, until she was sure that Drake had finished. She then gave Velvet's hair a soft ruffle, and retracted her hand.
Drake sighed softly, expecting Velvet to pull back. Only to be both surprised and slightly delighted, when she began bobbing her head once again. That continued on like that for at least four more rounds, before Velvet finally pulled back, and got back into her seat. Drake's shaft stuffed back in his pants.
Eventually, the class came to an end. Much to everyone's delight. That meant dinner, and the end to the day. As well as the long boring lecture. Everyone was in a huge rush to get out of Port's class, and in the rush to leave. Nobody, Pyrrha being the exception, saw Velvet press her lips to Drake's cheek.
"Enjoy yourself?" Coco asked, as she and the rest of Team CFVY sat across from Team CLWD and JNPR. Velvet had turned red, as she knew her team leader was talking about her sucking Drake off during class.
"How did you…?" Drake asked in response, trying to keep the conversation from getting any lewder, for Velvet's sake.
"Oh I just know." Coco shot a wink at Drake over the small mountain of food Drake had piled onto his tray. "And try to save some for the rest of us."
"Didn't you have something you wanted to talk to me about?" Pyrrha asked, taking the conversation off of Velvet's way of thanking Drake during Port's lecture. Causing all the attention on two of the three teams to switch in turn from Pyrrha to Drake.
"Well, I was only planning on telling you." Drake said with a playful manner. "But since secrets somehow inevitably get out around here…" And so Drake explained to CFVY and JNPR about the odd sexually charged dream. He trusted that Coco had told her teammates about the situation Drake was quickly finding himself in. "And when I woke up after that, I was holding the lightsaber. Yes, an actual lightsaber."