Hi! This is a warning that the following chapter will involve some pretty in deatail smut. If you do not wish to read this, look for this /***/ it will be shown at the start and end of the scene. Other than that, enjoy the chapter!
Crue had a problem. Technically two problems. Both originated form the same place, and a synonym for said problem(s) could be 'cerulean spheres', or 'ocean orbs', 'glaucous globes' and so on, so forth. But to put the problem bluntly, would be this.
Crue had blue balls. And he had it bad. The reason for this, or rather Crue's reasoning, was rather, reasonable, when you think about it.
"I. Cannot. Masturbate. When. I share. A room. With four. GIRLS! And it doesn't fucking help that almost everyone here is a fucking supermodel!" Crue complained within his head as he limped to class, following behind Yang's behind. "DAMMIT! HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!" Crue's eyes snapped upward, following the mane of blonde hair, making sure to stay at that level.
"You alright Wolfy?" Yang called over her shoulder, briefly checking her reflection in Crue's glasses.
"Peachy." Crue grunted, making sure to keep his eyes either closed or at her head. "Just got a, stiff leg." "Considering how you made it bigger it really is a leg. WHY THE FUCK DID I JUST THINK THAT!?"
Crue groaned as he followed Yang into Port's class, thanking a god he didn't believe in that Port's presence alone was the ultimate boner killer. "It's bad enough I don't actually know if porn exists here." Crue thought to himself as he took down notes on a 'Queen Taijitu'.
"And I'm not asking anyone if it is. Although, Jaune or Ren might know. Wouldn't that be a lovely conversation." Crue focused on his work, trying not to think of whether or not he could find pornographic material within Beacon.
"Wait." He stopped writing, a terrifying, but slightly intriguing, thought came into his head. "What is the age of consent here?" He stared at his paper, almost willing it to give him the answer instead of having to look it up on his scroll.
"I know I'm legal. Well. As long as I don't do it with and adult, or someone below seventeen I am." He began counting on his fingers the possible outcomes of this. "Either you're trying to set me up with one of the protagonists, or some random first year."
Crue shook his head to get the idea of any possible suitors out of his head. "I told you. No protagonists from Beacon." He began writing once more, leaning a little harder on his pen than was necessary.
Once the class ended, the homework being a description on what to do should you encounter a Queen Taijitu, Crue exited the room, meeting up with team JNPR, surprisingly. "Hey Crue." Jaune greeted as the Wolf Faunus caught up with them, the rest of the team greeting him similarly.
"Hey guys. So, what you think of the lesson?" He asked, trying to keep his mind off, anything.
"Very informative." Pyrrha said happily. "I'm certain that if any of us encounter a Queen Taijitu we will know exactly what to do." Her enthusiasm was not shared with her leader.
"Ugh. Just seeing a picture of one made me nervous. I don't know what I'm going to write for the homework." Jaune complained, causing Crue to chuckle.
"You can copy mine, I've already got my strategy down and on paper." Jaune's eyes sparkled at the proposition, before Pyrrha coughed audibly into her hand, reminding Jaune that he should not be copying.
"Seriously. It's right here." Crue reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled up piece of paper. He spread it out and showed it to Jaune, who laughed loudly at what was written on it.
"'Run'?" Ren commented. "That's your strategy?"
"Have you seen the size of that thing?" Crue exclaimed. "It's either that or 'Pray', and seeing as I don't believe in god that second ones worthless." He shrugged, continuing on and stuffing the paper back into his pocket.
"You shouldn't say something like that so lightly." Pyrrha warned him, emerald eyes frowning slightly. Crue glanced at the others, noticing they all had similar expressions.
"I'm guessing you are all religious?" He asked, receiving nods of confirmation. "Well, I have nothing against that. You can believe what you want. I believe, that there isn't anything to believe. That's all."
"Why don't you believe?" Jaune asked. "What made you stop believing?"
Crue's fist clenched inside his jacket pocket as he let out a shuddering breath. "I'm pretty sure I told all of you, and Ozpin, why I don't believe." He did not specifically state what he was referring to, but the others knew well enough what he meant.
"Sorry." Jaune apologised, causing Crue to sigh.
"Not your fault. Just, wound up." Crue defended. "Nothing any of you can help with, so don't try asking."
"Are you sure? I'm great at helping!" Nora cried, showing a wide smile. "Hell no. Although, our ship name would probably be Fenrir-WHY AM I THINKING THAT!"
"Nah, you're grand, trust me." Crue said as they entered the canteen, grabbing some food and sitting down near RWBY.
"Actually, what would be any of our names?" Crue thought as he gazed at the people surrounding him. "Ruby would probably be something obvious, like 'Little Red' or something. Weiss would be… 'Direwolf'?"
"Blake, not sure. Yang, 'Party Animal'." He turned his attention to team JNPR. "Jaune. Don't really want to think about that but… 'Wolves Arc'? Pyrrha could be 'Romulus'. Or 'Remus', I always forget which one was the wolf one."
"I don't know enough about China or Mulan to try and think of one for Ren." Crue continued eating the rest of his food and joined in on the conversation currently going on before him.
"I'm telling you. If you hit it at the right angle you can run down a mountain!" Nora exclaimed, whacking her fist on the table. The action, as well as the conversation, caused Crue to choke on his meat as he tried to laugh.
His mouth was set into an unnerving smile as he grabbed at his throat. The table watched in a strange horror/fascination as Crue continued trying to clear his throat as he turned as blue as his eyes. They watched as he fell over backwards, hitting the ground with a thud that managed to dislodge the meat.
He sat back up and took a breath. "I agree with Nora." This caused instant argument, everyone stating how it would or would not work. Crue kept on voicing his own opinion, stating how even without aura if you ran at such a pace you would be able to keep the momentum.
However, during the playful argument, Crue's ears suddenly flicked in a direction, a strange feeling washing over him. Making it seem as though he was still looking at the teams, his eyes scanned the room under his glasses. He found exactly what it was that had caused him that feeling, and it also gave him another feeling. One of rage.
Cinder, Emerald and Mercury had entered the cafeteria, huddled in a small group of three, their presence alone causing students to give them a wide berth. He watched them silently from under his glasses as they tried to blend in, standing in line and ordering, sitting down in their own little group.
Crue could see their mouths moving, but could not make out any of the words, the hum of chatter over the cafeteria causing too much interference for his own advanced hearing to pick up. It made him angry that he could not hear their plans.
There could be so much more that they were doing behind the scenes than what was shown, and he promised that he would save everyone. He couldn't do that if he didn't know what they were up to.
"Um, Crue." A voice brought him out of his thoughts as he blinked and looked at the one who had called out to him. Ruby's silver eyes stared at his glasses, producing a strange infinite reflection.
"Yes Ruby?" He wondered.
"Uh, I know this is a super important argument, and you almost choked to death because of it, but you really shouldn't take it out on the silverware." Crue glanced down at his hands at Ruby's words, seeing what she said to be true.
Crue had accidentally bent both his knife and fork out of shape, the anger that he had felt towards the antagonists being channelled through the tough steel. "Better than on a person." Crue answered, laying his now crooked cutlery on the table and pushing his dish away slightly.
"Speaking of persons." Ruby smiled, while Weiss' eye twitched slightly at the grammar. "I made a new friend." The smile that she wore infected everyone, save one wolf.
"Oh?" Crue asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Is it someone here for the tournament?"
"Yep!" Ruby answered. "Her name's Emerald." *CRACK* "Crue! What did I say about silverware!?" Crue's knife was now completely snapped in half, the blade sticking into the wood.
"Not to bend them." He answered, causing Ruby to nod. "So I broke it instead."
Ruby looked like she was going to disapprove of his actions, but then nodded, approving of the fact he bent the rules. "So, why did you break it?" Ren asked quietly.
The rest of the table went quiet as they watched Crue pick up the handle of the knife. "I'm not sure." He answered. "Maybe something bad happened to me before, and I remembered it."
"Because of what?" Yang asked. "Emerald?" *CRACK* "And there goes the fork."
"I guess so." Crue answered, the prongs of the fork piercing the wood. "Don't know what she could have done to me though. Or, anyone else with that name."
"Well, maybe we should just keep you away from knives when we introduce her." Ruby said happily, but warily at the same time.
"Good idea. Just not why you think." Crue thought, imagining what he would do with a knife and Emerald in the same room. His eyes fell back on said green haired girl, watching as she said something in a hushed tone to Cinder.
From that point on, the conversation dwindled down until the bell rang, signalling their next class, which was Dust Preparation, Professor Peach conspicuously absent. It was then, when he was paired up with Velvet once more, that he remembered his provocative problem.
"Technically, Velvet is a supporting character. So I could-NO!" Crue argued within his mind. It did not help that Velvet had decided to wear her regular combat uniform, which did not at all help Crue's predicament. "Come on man, give into your instincts, go after that bunny butt." Crue refused to adhere to his base instincts, instead opting to question his thoughts. "I did not just seriously think 'bunny butt'." Crue blanked.
"Crue? Are you alright?" Velvet asked. Crue twitched, eyes snapping open and looking at the Faunus, thankful that she didn't see due to his glasses.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." He answered, instantly seeing Velvet's look of disbelief. "Just got a cramp in my leg." He bent his knee slightly, hoping that the lie would pass.
It did, and Velvet turned back to the Dust experiment. They were making a form of Dust that was supposed to act like mist, mixing Water, Ice, and Fire Dust into one. Crue helped out as much as he could, having not that much knowledge of Dust.
However as they worked, Crue's 'problem' flared up once more. Crue shifted his lower torso away from Velvet, trying to hide his shame. Unfortunately, this action caused Crue's body to bump of the table, shaking it and causing a vial of Dust to fall. Directly onto his crotch.
Crue let out a high pitched wine, as he desperately tried to cover his mouth from letting out another sound. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, as he looked down and saw exactly what happened. Velvet let out an "Oh, dear…" As she too stared at Crue's crotch.
A thick layer of ice covered from his waist down to just above his knees. Slowly, and painfully, Crue stood up. The rest of the class had taken notice of his movement, and gasped when they saw what had happened.
"Uh, Crue." Yang began, wincing slightly as the boys head snapped to her. "Where, uh, where you going?"
Crue's face showed a look of disdain so intense, that even Weiss was scared, and slightly impressed. "To thaw out my dick, Yang. To thaw out, my dick." With that, Crue exited the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving a class of people awkwardly shuffling in their seats, and a very distressed Faunus who was now missing her partner.
Crue stalked the halls of Beacon, searching for a bathroom where he could melt the ice. Any student who found the sight funny, was instantly silenced by the murderous aura that was seeping out of Crue.
Eventually, Crue saw the tell-tale sign of a bathroom, the small blue stick figure standing out like a beacon in the dark. He entered it cautiously, suspicious that there was another vial of Ice Dust waiting to fall on him.
When no offending magical dust did, he entered the bathroom, checking under the stalls for anyone else. Luckily, no one was there. Crue turned away and considered his options. He could stand under the electric hand dryer, or he could run hot water over it. Neither options would be ideal if anyone walked in on him.
"Is there a closet in here or something?" Crue wondered, as he spied a door that wasn't the one he came in. He opened it, finding a variety of cleaning supplies. "I've never seen a caretaker in this building." Crue muttered as he picked up a sweeping brush.
"Suppose they'd be called janitors here actually." Crue sighed as he grabbed the handle of the broom and hoisted it high. "I can't believe I'm doing this willingly." He closed his eyes and tried to activate his aura, specifically around his crotch region.
Crue brought the broom down, smacking it hard against the ice. "SON OF A FUCK!" Crue exclaimed, grabbing the cracked ice after letting the broom fall from his hands. He fell to his knees and hissed in pain. "Admittedly. That was a terrible fucking idea."
Crue grabbed onto a sink and raised himself. "How did my life get to this point? Where I'm stuck in a bathroom with an iced dick." He asked rhetorically as he stared at the mirror. "Oh right. Some asshole of an Author decided to stick me here."
He turned the hot water tap on the sink, and cupped the water in his hands. "At least this will hurt less." Crue muttered as he dumped the water onto the ice. A small hissing sound could be heard, indicating that the ice was melting.
Crue sighed in relief, and continued this action until the ice was completely gone. "Great. Now it looks like I pissed myself." He grabbed some tissues from a dispenser and began wiping himself down. The action was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.
"Oh! There you are."Crue turned and saw Jaune, standing at the door. "The others were all wondering where you were."
"Well, I was trying to get rid of the ice. But now, I look worse." He gestured to the dampened stain on his uniforms black trousers. Jaune winced audibly.
"Yeah. But, don't worry. I came prepared." He chuckled, showing a plastic bag that he was holding. He tossed it to Crue, who looked inside.
Crue let out a small sigh. "Heh. Thanks Jaune." With those words, Crue went into one of the cubicles, and Jaune exited the bathroom, waiting outside for Crue.
A short while later, Crue met with Jaune, now dressed in his regular attire. "Thanks Jaune." Crue said, fist bumping him.
"No worries. But, you should probably go find Velvet. She was really upset about the whole thing." Jaune told him.
"Really?" Jaune nodded. "Shit. I need to go tell her I'm alright. Do you know where she is?" Crue asked the blonde.
Jaune shrugged. "Probably gone back to her room I guess." Crue nodded in thanks, heading back to his own dorm so that he could drop the bag back. When he entered the room, he did not find it as empty as he would have liked.
"CRUE!" The members of team RWBY shouted, before their leader tackled him into a hug at high speed, causing him to go flying out the door with a grunt. "Are you ok!?" Ruby all but yelled in his ears.
Crue covered his wolf ears in pain. "I'm fine, Ruby. I'm no longer a popsicle, so I'm fine."
"Oh. That's good then." Ruby said nonchalantly, getting up off of Crue and skipping over to her bed. Yang walked over and offered him a hand, which he took gratefully.
"Thanks." He muttered, standing up and dusting himself off.
"No worries." Yang waved. "So, where'd you go after becoming a dic-cicle."
"YANG!" Weiss objected, but stopped when Crue raised a hand to her.
"Do you really, want to know the answer to that question?" Crue asked Yang, taking off his glasses and staring her dead in the eye.
Yang gulped. "On second thought, no." With that, she quite rapidly made her way back to her bunk, where she hid under the covers.
"So what did you actually do?" Blake whispered, causing Weiss to lean in for the answer.
"Oh, just got some hot water and melted it off." He said, tossing his dirty clothes in the hamper.
"Then why did you act like that?" Weiss questioned.
Crue smirked at the heiress. "Because it was funny." The monochromatic pair shared a small smile, as they watched Crue fix himself up. "Now, I need to go find Velvet and make sure she's alright."
"Ooooh, the Wolf's chasing the Rabbit." Yang called from her place under her protective blankets.
"Racist and not funny!" Crue called back as he exited the room, sticking up a particular finger in the blonde's direction.
Crue huffed as the door closed behind him, not wanting to bother walking down the stairs to get outside. Instead, he thought of a better idea. He knocked on the door opposite RWBY's room, and found it opened within a few seconds.
"Crue!" Pyrrha said, surprised at the knocker. "Uh, what is up?" She tried too hard to be casual, giving the boy a snicker.
"Nothing Pyrrha don't worry, I was just wondering if I could borrow your window." Crue told the champion as she stepped aside, allowing Crue into the room.
"Our window?" A voice from inside the room questioned. Turning, Crue saw that Ren had been polishing his weapons up until that moment, looking up at Crue's strange request.
"What do you need our window for?" Nora asked, while bouncing on her bed. Crue chuckled as he made his way over to the window and threw it open.
"This." Crue said, as he jumped out the window. There was an instant clamouring from inside the room as its occupants scattered, dashing to the window to see what had become of Crue. What they saw, was not what they had expected.
Crue was staring up at them, standing parallel to the ground with his feet on the wall of the building. "What? You think I'd just randomly jump out the window without a plan?" He smirked, before sticking his tongue out at the trio. A childish act, but he felt it suited the situation.
"Is that your Semblance?" Pyrrha asked, eyes on Crue's feet, where a faint navy glow could be seen.
"Yeah. Let's me stick to any surface basically. I could probably go a bit more into detail but, that's the basis of it." He saw the raised eyebrows of the people before him. He sighed lightly, but continued. "It allows me to change my centre of gravity so that I can decide what direction should be 'up' to me."
"What if someone holds onto you while you have it activated?" Ren asked, a hand on his chin, stroking it curiously. Crue shrugged, and then, Nora got a wide smile.
"One way to find out!" She yelled, as she too, jumped out the window. She landed on Crue's torso with a rough 'thwump'. Crue coughed in pain, but didn't fall. Nora, on the other hand, sat on Crue's torso and swung her legs over his arms.
"Feels like I'm sitting on a bench." She said, raising her hands up high and waving at Pyrrha and Ren. "He's pretty comfy. You should join us." She called up.
"That, doesn't seem like the best idea." Pyrrha called down.
"AGREED!" Crue shouted back. "REN! Please get your girlfriend off me!"
"She's not my-" "RENNY AND I AREN'T TOGETHER SILLY!" Nora laughed awkwardly. "I mean we're together, but not like, together-together. That'd be silly, silly!" Ren sighed, and let his palm hit his face.
"Nora." Crue said calmly.
"Yes Crue?"
"GET OFF!" Using all his force, Crue placed his hands on Nora's rear, ignoring her 'eep' and threw her skyward, where she was caught by Ren and Pyrrha. "Now, good day." Crue told them, fixing his tie as he turned around and walked down the side of the building.
When he reached the bottom, he hopped off and landed on the ground. "This semblance has been very useful." He mused as he made his way over to the second year dorms. He recalled the way to CVFY's dorm, but wondered if he should make a special entrance.
Just as Crue was about to hop on the wall and knock on their window, he thought of two things. His 'problem', and his luck. Knowing his luck, Velvet and Coco would probably be in the middle of changing, and him bursting in on that would not be good for him or his problem.
Instead, he made the wise decision and walked through the door and up the elevator to Velvet's dorm. He stopped outside the room and knocked twice. There was a small shuffling, and a wall opened the door.
Correction. Yatsuhashi opened the door. "Oh. Hey Yatsuhashi. Velvet there?" Crue asked, trying to peer around the mass of muscle. Instead of answering, Yatsuhashi brought his foot back, the action not unnoticed by Crue. "What are you doing?"
His answer was not a pleasant one. Yatsuhashi's giant foot made contact with Crue's groin, causing a shriek that could possibly shatter glass. "You made Velvet upset." Was all Yatsuhashi said, before closing the door.
Crue's hands cradled his injured region, knees bent inward. "Why…" He whispered out, before falling sideways on the ground.
"CRUE!" A voice suddenly called. Managing to stick his head up enough to see who was calling, he noticed a pair of rabbit ears sprinting towards him.
"Oh. Hey Velvet." Crue wheezed out. "How are you?" He tried to be casual, leaning on his side and putting a hand on the side of his head, almost as if he had planned the whole thing. Unfortunately, Velvet didn't buy it.
"Did Yatsu do this to you?" Velvet asked seriously.
"Who? Yatsu? You mean the guy with the steel toed size a hundred boots?" He asked, and when Velvet nodded, he continued. "Nope. Haven't heard of him." The frown on Velvet's face made Crue feel a bit guilty. "He said I made you upset."
Velvets face softened. "Well, he does care a lot about me." She told Crue, kneeling before him. She saw Crue's moving eyebrows, and blushed fiercely. "No! Not like that. More like, a little sister caring."
Crue's eyes flashed momentarily, not that Velvet could see. He remembered how he acted around his own sisters, how much he cared for them, and how intimidating he would be to boys that were acting friendly around them.
"Fair point." Crue muttered, standing up as Velvet did the same. "But, back to the reason I came here." Crue leaned against the wall, taking off his glasses and meeting Velvet's eyes. "I heard you were upset about what happened."
"Oh." Velvet was surprised, apparently expecting something else. "Well, I feel like what happened was my fault because I forgot to put the lids on the vials." Her head, as well as her ears, drooped sadly.
"Wasn't your fault." Crue said shortly, causing Velvet's head to perk back up in confusion. "I'm the one who bumped the table. I'm just glad it fell on me and not you." Crue said honestly.
Velvet gained a small blush. "Well, thank you, Crue. I would have helped you with your problem if you had asked though." The mention of the word 'problem', caused Crue's mind to revert to his previous issue, before said issue was frozen.
"Don't worry about it." Crue said, putting his glasses back on. "I'd help you if it happened to you." "WHY'D I SAY THAT!" He smiled awkwardly, Velvet returning a more sincere one.
"Thank you again, Crue." She smiled, before making a pout and rolling up her sleeves. "Now I'm going to go and tell Yatsuhashi not to treat friends like that." She took her scroll out and swiped it entering the room.
"Give 'im hell Bunbun!" Crue called after her, as he chuckled and left the building. Once outside the second year dorms, he sighed and walked carefully. "If I get hit there one more time, I swear to God…" He growled, going back to his own room.
The sun was slowly setting as he made his way into the dorm building, not enough for it to be considered time for students to be in bed, but enough that people might be considering returning to their rooms. As Crue made his way back to RWBY's dorm, he got a sinking feeling that only grew in intensity with each step.
When he took out his scroll, he was expecting something big and heavy to hit him, but instead the room was normal. Which unnerved him more than anything. "Welcome back Wolfy." Yang waved lazily.
"Yeah, hey." Crue waved back, eyes scanning the room for anything unusual. When he didn't see anything, he relaxed. "Guess everything's fine in this room." On cue, a loud but muffled yell sounded from the room across.
Everyone turned to look at the door to JNPR's room, which was soon opened and slammed shut by a scared looking Jaune. "Help me." He said, looking at the team across from him, blue eyes wide with fear. Before any of them could say anything, JNPR's door lurched open, sending Jaune flying forward. More specifically, toward Crue.
Jaune's head connected with Crue's 'head', causing the females in the room to wince. "Jaune…" Crue growled, before hearing a loud voice shout.
"THERE'S THE THEIF!" Nora Valkyrie shouted, Magnhild raised over her shoulder. She brought it down, preparing to hit Jaune like a golf ball. Jaune saw this coming, and scrambled out from under Crue's legs. Nora went through with the swing, not noticing her target missing.
Crue had felt a lot of pain in his life, but that swing of Magnhild topped that of the Yang incident. And of course, like the Yang incident, Crue let the pain out by swearing. "FUCK YE, YE BASTARD!" He yelled, falling to the ground and clutching his groin in pain.
"CRUE!" Several people cried, but Crue stood up immediately, despite the pain he was currently in. A curious thing about Crue is that, whenever he gets well and truly angry, his speech reverts to a different language.
"NÍL!" He shouted, causing all those to stop in their place. "FUCKING NÍL! TÁ MÉ GO RAIBH, DÓTHAIN! TÁ MÉ TUIRSEACH DE BHEITH BUALITE!" He paced around the room, arms thrown high into the air in exasperation. "TÁ MÉ AG DUL HIT SNA BÓD AN LÁ AR! NÍ MÓ! TÁ MÉ AG DUL GO DTI AN VALE AGUS CEANNACH MÉ AN CUP! AON DUINE AR STOP A CHUR ORM!"
With that, he exited the room, slamming the door with such force that the bunkbeds shook. Everyone in the room was silent, looking at each other awkwardly. The silence stayed, until Ruby spoke up.
"What language was that?" The red leader asked everyone. The others all looked at each other, seeing if anyone had an answer. When no one did, Ruby asked another question. "Ok, second question. What's going on with you two?" She gestured to Jaune and Nora.
Nora huffed at Jaune and raised her weapon. "He ate my pancakes." She glared at the blonde, who sought shelter behind Ruby.
"You didn't label them! We have a rule in the dorm! Label your food, so this stuff doesn't happen!" Jaune cried, voice cracking slightly as he peered over Ruby's shoulder.
"They were pancakes." Yang stated. "I'm pretty sure that's the only thing Nora eats."
"Not true." Nora said. "I eat syrup too."
"She's not the only one of our team who eats pancakes!" Jaune explained. "We all do! Ren and I make them." His blue eyes suddenly shone. "Nora! If I make you more pancakes, will you stop trying to kill me?"
Nora put a finger to her lip in deep concentration. "Please say no." A certain white haired heiress whispered, the request only noticed by her Faunus teammate, who shot her an unamused stare.
"Maybe." Nora finally said. "Depends on how well you make them." With those words, Jaune had bolted out the door, and instantly the smell of pancakes being baked assaulted their noses.
Nora giggled in glee and ran out of the room, leaving only its proper occupants in it. "Ok, third question." Ruby said, getting her teammates to look at her. "Where's Crue?"
…
Crue, was currently stalking the halls of Beacon, making his way towards the docking bay so he could get into Vale, and away from anywhere he could come into harm. As he marched towards his destination, he turned a corner, and found the only person who could make this night worse.
Cinder Fall had turned the corner at the same time, the two of them stopping barely in time to prevent a collision. Crue did not fail to notice her raised hand, a sign of preparedness should this be an actual attack.
When she realised who her 'attacker' was, a smug smile made its way onto her face. "Why, hello there, Crue." She said, her voice only causing Crue's anger to raise. Instead of replying, Crue continued on, the deepest of scowls etched on his face.
"Walking away, when a girl is trying to talk to you, not terribly pol-" Cinder did not get to finish that sentence, as Crue had spun around and punched the wall next to her head, causing her hair to flap gently, and her eyes to widen.
Crue removed his fist from the wall, leaving a deep imprint in it. He stood tall, using his height to tower over her. He raised a single finger up to her, his index, and glared at her. Cinder could tell he was staring at her, and she could feel the killing intent behind his actions.
What was worse was the small amount of fear she felt, before stamping it out with anger at herself for being scared. Cinder's eyes stared back at her, the reflection of Crue's glasses proving unnerving. After five long seconds, Crue finally spoke.
"Don't." With that, Crue continued on down the hall, not even bothering to look back. Cinder watched as he stalked off, feeling a fire lighting inside her. How dare he, make her, Cinder Fall, feel afraid?
"Wow." A voice came to Cinder's left. Mercury and Emerald had appeared from behind a different corner, obviously having witnessed the whole scene. "I'm surprised he isn't a pile of ash." Mercury commented, idly staring at his fingers.
The temperature surrounding them rose, indicating that Cinder was not in a mood to be trifled with. "Mercuruy." She said with venom, causing said boy to gulp nervously, and his partner to step away. "I am a lot of things. I am a ruthless and cold blooded killer. I am someone who can topple a nation in a night should I so feel like it. I am your boss."
She put extra emphasis on that last one. "But one thing that I am not. Is an idiot." As if proving her point, a dull 'thwack' echoed from the hall that Crue had walked down. The trio turned, and all took a step back to avoid the person flying towards him.
A tall teenager with auburn hair and large muscles, was now stuck in the same wall Crue had punched, a fist shaped dent in his armour. Cinder turned back to Mercury, and raised a singular eyebrow, daring him to say something.
Mercury obviously thought better, instead deciding to make his way back to the dorm room that they currently resided at.
"I'm sure you could have taken him." Emerald said happily to Cinder.
"Emerald."
"Yes Cinder?"
"Shut up."
…
Crue was currently walking the streets of Vale, a lot calmer now thanks to the Bullhead ride. "Just make sure no one pisses me off. I don't want to have to hit a civilian." Crue thought as he searched for somewhere that sold armour.
He noticed a shop called 'Ware's 2 Wear'. "Sounds like a place to buy a cup if I've ever heard one." Crue thought as he entered the shop, the cool air blowing over his ears. Before he could even look around to find what he was looking for, a stern voice called to him.
"Get out." Crue turned to see a tall man with dark brown hair glaring at him.
Crue turned to check behind him, finding no one. He turned back to the man and pointed a finger at himself. "Me?"
"Yes, you!" The man exclaimed. "I don't serve your kind here."
"My kind? The fuck are you-" Crue's ears were once more assaulted by the cold air. "You don't serve Faunus?" Crue said, taking a step towards the counter. The man visibly stiffened, not used to anyone actually standing up for themselves.
"N-No! I don't." The man stuttered, his resolve wavering with every step closer Crue took.
"And why is that?" Crue's eyes darted around the shop, checking for video cameras. He saw only one, but the counter was blocked slightly, causing Crue to smirk.
"Cause you're a bunch of freaks! And monsters!" The man shouted, before cowering as Crue slammed his hands down on the counter.
"Well now. That's not very nice is it?" He said through gritted teeth. "I'd hate for anyone to not be as, understanding, as I am."
"I-Is that a threat?" The man squeaked.
"Oh, no, no, noo." Crue smiled. "This is a threat." Crue activated his claws, causing the man to press his back against the wall in terror.
"W-What are you going to do?" The man asked, a dark patch now forming on his trousers.
"Oh, I'm not going to do anything." Crue retracted the claws and stepped away from the counter. "But here's the best part." Crue leaned in slightly and whispered. "No one is going to believe you." With that, Crue walked out of the store, hearing the man suddenly scattering for the security tapes.
How disappointed he would be when he found out that Crue's hands on the counter were covered by a display case. Even though Crue had successfully gotten a racist to piss himself, he was still angry.
"Couldn't get a fucking cup. Fucking racist. Fucking Author. Fucking, uh, blueballs." Crue cursed everything he could think of, the streets of Vale now completely empty, and the shattered moon hanging high in the sky.
"I should probably ask someone about that." Crue said to himself as he continued on. As he walked, his ears flicked this way and that, listening to the sounds of a city in the night. However, one of these sounds was not like the other.
Four gruff male voices sounded out, and Crue was fairly certain that he heard the sound of woman whimpering as well. Instinct took over as Crue sped on, following the noise. He came to an alley, where he saw four burly figures apparently cornering someone.
"OI!" Crue shouted, causing the figures to jump as if they had been stung by bees. "The fuck are ye doin'?" When they saw Crue standing there, their expressions changed from shock to anger and disgust.
"Piss off ya freak!" One of them, a man with a beanie, cursed at Crue. "This ain't none of your business." The other three cried out in agreement. Unfortunately for them, Crue saw red the moment he said the word 'freak'.
"Not my business, eh?" Crue said as he took a step forward. He was wishing that he had brought his hurl with him, but he would have to make do without. He spied a discarded pipe laying on the pavement, causing him to smirk. "Guess I'll just have to make it my business."
With that, he slammed his foot down on the pipe, causing it to cartwheel into the air and be caught by Crue. "Now, I'm not sure who the fuck you think you are," He began, twirling the pipe akin to a cane. "But you should really be careful about who you insult."
He smiled and closed his eyes in satisfaction when he saw the group shift warily. "I mean, some of them might not be as nice as me, some of them might be a-" Crue was cut off by a sudden pain in his forehead. His eyes shot open as he felt something warm run down the side of his face.
Crue brought his hand up and rubbed at the sensation. Blood. They had made him bleed. Crue's eyes had locked on the one who caused it, the beanie wearing thug, who was wearing a smug smirk. However, the smirk soon vanished when he saw Crue's expression, not one of fear, or pain. But a smile of sadistic happiness that sent pure terror into their hearts.
"You know, I'm almost glad you did that." Crue said, stepping forward again. "Because I have been having, a really, shitty day." He cocked his head to the side, blood dripping from his wound onto the cold pavement. "And now, I get to take my anger out, on a couple of stupid thugs." His laugh reverberated against the walls of the alley, causing the thugs to huddle together.
"NOW ISN'T THAT SOMETHING!" Crue's voice had changed into a slightly deeper one, but just for that second. "But you didn't get to let me finish what I was going to say." He stepped forward as he brought the pipe up. "Some of them might not be as nice as me, some of them might be…"
"A Monster."
[Monster – Skillet]
Crue hurled the pipe at one of the thugs, causing a sickening cracking sound as his nose broke, and the pipe bounced off his face and arced back towards Crue. While the pipe was still in the air, one of the thugs ran forward.
The thug threw his fist towards Crue, who copied the action, but with a special difference. Just before the fists connected, Crue lowered his fist and activated his claws. The claws pierced the skin of his hand, showing that the thug did not possess aura, but Crue was in too much of a bloodlust state to care.
Before he could cry out in pain, Crue activated the claws on his other hand, raking them across the thug's chest. Crue released the thug's fist, and then drove it into its owner's mouth. The thug choked slightly, but was unable to stop Crue as he grabbed the side of his head and slammed it into the side of the alley wall.
The thug fell, and Crue turned his head rapidly to stare at the other two opponents, the action causing his glasses to go slightly askew. Because of the slanted position of the glasses, it gave the thugs full view of the crazy look in Crue's steely blue eyes.
The lesser thug stepped back, only to be grabbed by the jacket and thrown forward by the leader. Crue watched as he barrelled towards him, and raised his hand. The pipe from before fell into his outstretched palm, and Crue gripped it tight, and swung it horizontally, connecting it with the jaw of the attacker.
The thug spun slightly, before Crue gripped his arm and swung the pipe upwards against his elbow. The force of the blow cause the elbow to shatter, and his arm to bend in the wrong direction. Before he could scream, Crue hit his jaw once more with the pipe, sending teeth flying and bones breaking.
The man fell, leaving only the beanie wearing thug left. "D-Don't come any closer!" He stuttered out, whipping out a small knife.
Crue chuckled menacingly at the size of the thing. "Cute." He said, as Beanie charged at him. He swatted the blade away with ease, his claws slicing the man's hand. "Now, I want to ask you a question." Crue said as he pinned the man's arm against the wall, and pierced his hand with the pipe.
Beanie cried out in pain as he tried futilely to free his hand. Crue grabbed the man by the neck, shutting him up instantly. "Now." He said, not bothering to hide his smile. "What, is your favourite nursery rhyme?" The thug's eyes showed both confusion and fear. "Aww, don't have one?" Crue said in a fake sympathetic voice.
"Well, how about I share mine with you." He picked up the knife that the man had dropped. "This little piggy went to market." He stabbed the blade in the man's thumb, causing him to howl in pain. "This. Little piggy stayed at home." His index finger. "This! Little piggy had roast beef." His middle. "THIS! Little piggy had none." His ring finger.
By this point, the thug had become a blubbering mess of tears, mucus and blood. "But this little piggy. Oh, this little piggy…" Crue said as he trailed the knife up and down the man's pinky finger, ignoring his pleas to stop.
"Went, WHEE! WHEE! WHEE!" Crue had stabbed his finger thrice, each stab with more power than the last. "All, the way, HOME!" Crue ripped the pipe from the wall, causing the man to fall and cradle his bloodied hand. Crue noticed that the pipe was hollow, but had something inside it.
A maniacal grin split Crue's face as he extracted a part of the thug's hand from inside the pipe. He looked down to the thug, seeing that he was still staring at his hand. "Say 'ahhhh'." Crue smiled, causing the man to look up in confusion, before letting out a yell as Crue plunged his claws into his shoulder.
While his mouth was open, Crue shoved the piece of flesh into it. The man looked as though he was about to vomit, and probably would have had Crue not kept his jaw shut. "Now, now, now. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's impolite to waste food?" Tears streaked from the thugs eyes, creating a small pool on the ground.
"Now. You keep that in your gob, and go tell all your little friends, that if any of them try something like this again." He leaned in close and took of his glasses, showing the thug just how insane he currently looked. "You tell them that The Wolf will be paying a visit."
With that, Crue stood, tossing the man away as he ran out of the alley, violently emptying his stomach once he got far enough away from Crue. When there was silence, Crue stared down at his bloodied hands and claws.
"This is what happens when I get angry. Although, that was a tad more violent than usual." He thought, remembering incidents in his old life where similar things happened. While not as gory as the previous event, the nearest hospital usually had several new patients.
It was then, that Crue remembered, hearing a woman. His head turned and stared down the alley, and he felt his heart stop. A short, buxom female strolled out from the shadows, hips sashaying from side to side. "Oh shit."
"…Neo…" Crue could recognise the ice cream themed girl a mile away, but right now, he was a bit more focused on her curves than her clothes. Neo's eyes were pure white, and she looked upon Crue with a hunger and sadistic glee.
She trailed a finger up her body, starting from her navel, and resting for a moment between her breasts. She continued to sway her body as she walked towards Crue, a different head in charge at the moment.
While Crue knew she was on the opposite side, he also knew that she clearly wanted him. These conflicting opinions caused a stir in Crue's trousers. "Ah, the return of the 'why boner'…" Neo came to a stop before Crue, reaching up and tracing her finger along the cut on his head, covering it with his blood.
She stared at Crue's eyes as she brought her bloodied finger down to her mouth, and sucked on it, licking the blood clean off. "With a vengeance!" Crue smirked slightly, and reached out to cup her chin. He angled her so that their eyes met. "So." He stated. "You like the taste of me?"
Neo nodded her head, and trailed her fingers along Crue's chest. She trailed her fingers up until her hand ended up on the back of Crue's neck. Neo had to stand on the very tips of her toes to bring her face closer to Crue's.
Crue decided that it would be much easier if he were to bring his head down, so he did so. Their lips met, and Neo instantly shoved her tongue into Crue's mouth, who responded in kind, after a small amount of shock.
The two tongues wrestled each other, before eventually breaking their embrace for a gasp of air. Their eyes met, and they both gained identical, satisfied smirks. "Well, aren't you something." Crue said as he stared down at Neo, who gazed upon him with hungry eyes.
Neo batter her eyes and placed a hand against her surprisingly big bosom, as if to say 'Who? Me?'. Crue bent down slightly and smirked. "Yes. You." He pointed a bloody claw at her, not realising that he hadn't returned them to normal.
Neo didn't react negatively to the sharp object in her vicinity, rather she did something that was both expected, and unexpected. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking the side of the blade, tasting the blood on it. She swallowed, and made a slightly disgusted face.
"I'm guessing they tasted as bad as they looked." Crue said as he sheathed his claws. Neo nodded grimly, and looked back up to Crue. "Well, how about I give you something better to taste." He breathed into her ear, causing the petite girl to shiver.
Neo latched her arms around Crue's neck and stared into his eyes with a fierce intensity. Crue smirked as he stared back with equal ferocity. "Oh? You don't like that?" He said as he placed his hands on her hips, specifically the bare skin that her outfit showed off.
Neo shook her head, and kissed him once more, her tongue rapidly moving within his mouth. Crue fought back, his tongue overpowering Neo's and making its way into her own mouth, causing her to moan into him.
They broke apart once more, a string of saliva connecting them together. "As much as I would love to stay out here with you in the alley," Crue began, noticing Neo's face falling into an adorable, and slightly terrifying, pout. "I feel like we'd have much more fun somewhere where we could actually have fun."
He winked at Neo, who smirked widely. Instantly, Crue's body lurched backwards, and he felt himself fall towards the ground. Instead of hitting the cold pavement, he landed on something much softer. He realised that he was lying on a bed, inside a bright pink room, with a tiny psychopath straddling him.
/***/
"Neat trick." Crue said, causing Neo to bow her head slightly, all the while moving her hips up and down Crue's groin. Crue groaned lightly, but managed to keep a steady head. Well, as steady a head one could have after deciding to do it with a possible sadist.
"How about I show you one of mine?" He said rhetorically, causing Neo to stop in her movements, and cock her head to one side. That action gave Crue all the opportunity he needed, sitting up quickly and placing his mouth on her exposed neck.
Crue felt her shiver as he lightly bit down on the soft flesh. He let his tongue explore the pale skin, causing Neo a world of pleasure. Crue felt Neo's hand press against his chest, and so he let up, releasing her neck and letting the cool air run along it.
Neo pushed Crue back down forcefully, although it was more of a necessity rather than a show of dominance. Her eyes were slightly misted, and a small amount of drool could be seen at the corner of her mouth.
Neo's hands travelled down from Crue's chest to his crotch, where her actions had not gone unrewarded. A noticeable bulge stood out in Crue's trousers, Neo licking her lips as her hands rubbed off it.
"Well." Crue thought as Neo ripped open his jeans, his rigid member springing free and standing tall. "I did say no protagonists." Neo's eyes widened at the Crue's length, one of her dainty hands wrapping around it. "8. If you're wondering."
Neo smiled in glee as she let her tongue fall out of her mouth, and drag it up Crue's stiff rod. Crue shuddered in pleasure at the sensation, and his fists clenched as the petite girl sucked on the tip, tongue flicking around it in circles.
Crue groaned lightly as he sat up and rested his hand on Neo's head. Neo stopped her ministrations, looking up with a curious eyebrow. "Seems a bit unfair that I'm the only one enjoying this, huh?" He said with a smirk.
Neo's mouth slipped of Crue with an audible 'pop', as she smiled unnervingly at him. In one fluid motion, the ice cream themed girl preformed a handstand, kicked off her trousers and shoes, and landed with her privates directly on Crue's face.
"Before I start." Crue stated, causing Neo to frown slightly, but nodded, giving him permission. "One. That, was impressive as fuck." Neo gave a small curtsey, inadvertently lowering herself even more onto Crue's mouth.
"And two, I feel like you've heard this phrase before but…" Crue trailed off as he gripped the girls thighs, spreading them apart so that he could see the glistening honeypot that belonged to the sadist. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for…"
Neo's eyes widened and she threw her head back in silent pleasure as Crue licked the tiny bud on her folds. Neo ground her hips against Crue's face, who responded by shoving his tongue deep into her depths. Neo's body contorted in ecstasy at the sensation of his tongue moving within her.
Crue slipped his tongue out momentarily, and lightly nibbled on her clit. Neo had a sharp intake of breath, before she hunched over and grabbed Crue's dirty blonde hair with her hands, trying to force him deeper into her.
Crue was happy to comply, his tongue now tracing circles around her nethers. Neo's hands gripped Crue's ears, causing the Faunus to shudder and freeze up for a moment. This did not go unnoticed by Neo, who smirked deviously.
Neo began rubbing her fingers along Crue's ears as he lapped at her lower lips. Crue groaned as Neo did the same. Crue's ignored arousal became almost painful, and he decided that, regardless as to whether or not she was actually mute, he would make Neo scream.
While Crue's ears were under assault, his tongue found it's way out of her slick passage, and up to the flushed bud. Neo bucked her hips on Crue's face, causing him to lightly bite down on the clit. Respite finally came for Crue when Neo lifted herself of his face, a string of mixed liquids stretching from Crue's mouth and Neo's folds.
Crue looked up from underneath Neo, meeting her pink and white eyes. "You taste pretty good too." He smirked. "When the fuck did I become so suave?" Crue thought as Neo smirked and raised her back high in the air. She angled herself so that she was currently doing a handstand above Crue's head.
She lowered herself and bit down on Crue's lip, before slipping her tongue in. Crue groaned lightly, and returned the favour, lightly biting down on her lip. Neo moaned into his mouth and lowered herself so that she brushed off his erect member. Crue shuddered slightly, and Neo rubbed herself off his dick.
She began to unbutton Crue's waistcoat, and then his dress shirt. A light frown crossed her features as she continued undoing the buttons. Crue began to help, starting from the opposite direction. When the final button was undone, Neo threw open the cloth, revealing Crue's chiselled form.
Her eyes widened greedily at the sight, lowering herself down and running a tongue up from his abs to his throat, where she soon met his mouth once more. Crue sat up at the kiss, and placed his hand on Neo's cheek, moving it down so that he gripped her white jacket.
Neo took the hint, and broke the kiss so that Crue could take off the jacket. All that was left now was Neo's strange brown one piece. His eyebrows knit together in frustration for a short moment, before taking it off completely, exposing Neo's perky breasts to the world, and to Crue.
Crue looked up to her and smirked, Neo showing a similar expression. Crue blew gently, the air tickling her exposed breasts. Neo giggled lightly and moaned, grabbing the back of Crue's head and pushed him into her breasts. Crue responded by running his tongue all over her stiff nipples, causing Neo to moan and push harder.
Crue bit down lightly on the nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Neo moaned and lowered herself down, so that the she barely touched the tip of Crue's length. Crue inhaled sharply, and looked up to Neo. Her white eyes widened in pleasure as she slowly lowered herself onto Crue's shaft.
They both let out hisses of pleasure, as Crue placed his hands on her hips, and gently lowered her. Neo's head lolled back as she took inch upon inch of Crue's cock. Neo finally reach the hilt, both parties still for a moment in pure bliss.
Then, Crue began lightly thrusting into her, causing Neo's breasts to bounce enticingly. Neo let out a moan, and her hands danced around Crue's neck, gripping his skin. As Crue groaned out curses, he came to a realisation. Their current act of debauchery was rather, 'vanilla'. And Neapolitan, is equal parts vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.
With a devious smirk, Crue stood upwards, Neo still impaled on his pole, the action driving it just a little bit deeper. Neo's tongue fell out of her mouth as she threw her head backwards in glee. She brought her head back, pink eyes staring at Crue's blue ones.
Crue leaned her against a wall, and began pounding away at the antagonist. Neo's mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure, her nails digging into Crue's back, the action only making Crue go faster, and harder.
Crue's thrusts became faster, more erratic, and definitely more aggressive. All the while Neo's eyes had rolled skyward, staring at the ceiling in pure bliss. Soft indiscernible sounds escaped from Neo's mouth, as Crue closed in on his climax.
"Out?" Crue barely panted out, only to see a shake of Neo's head. "In?" Neo's head bobbed up and down rapidly, and not due to the current motions of her and Crue's hips. Crue, ever the gentleman, did not want to go against a psychopaths wishes, and so, increased his pace.
Noises of all sorts echoed through the pink room, from slaps to moans. As Crue neared his end, he put in a final last ditch effort. He slammed hard into Neo as he released his load. Neo threw her head back and screamed.
"FUCK YES~!" Crue's dick popped out of Neo's soaking pussy, a small amount of white trailing out after it. Both of them panted heavily, before Crue realised something.
"So. You do speak?" He smirked, going against his will to chuckle. It was a good thing he did, seeing as the moment Neo regained her breath, her eyes darted up to Crue's, white with hunger and lust. She grabbed his navy tie, which for some reason he never took off, and stared deep into the Faunus' eyes.
"Yes." Neo said, her voice light. "I speak. Now you better make me scream." She whispered the last word into Crue's animal ears, the sensation causing his member to slowly become rigid again. Crue eyes showed a similar emotion to Neo's, as he gripped the bottom of her legs.
"Well. If you insist." Crue spun Neo round, so that her back was facing him. "You showed off earlier, but that little show got me wondering." Crue whispered into Neo's ear, causing the girl to twinge. "Just how flexible are you?" Crue's member prodded the same hole as before, Neo reaching a hand down to align it properly.
Crue smirked, and linked his hands under Neo's leg, much to the petite girl's confusion. Crue said nothing, instead letting his actions speak for him as he brought his arms up and around Neo's head, so that her legs were now pointing towards the ceiling.
"Remember what I said earlier." Crue tickled Neo's ear. "I scream." He aligned himself at Neo's slick entrance. "You scream."He prodded her pussy gently, getting his bearings. "We all scream for…"Crue plunged his length into Neo, causing the girl to cry out in unadulterated pleasure.
Crue did not hold back this time, slightly marvelled at his sudden stamina. "Fuck it. I'll blame it on Aura!" Crue thought as he searched the room for something in particular. He found what he was looking for, spinning around so that he, and Neo, faced it.
Neo's eyes stared forward, seeing herself being impaled by a full eight inches of Crue's length. Seeing herself being fucked, and feeling the sensation of it too, was almost enough to send Neo over the edge. Almost. But there was something missing.
That something was introduced rather soon afterwards, as Crue' had taken one of his hands of Neo's head, and rubbed his two fingers on the side of his head, where there was still some fresh blood. Crue waved his two fingers in front of Neo, who sniffed at the wondrous smell. Neo opened her mouth, and Crue inserted his fingers into the hole.
Neo licked her tongue around Crue's fingers, tasting the boy's blood. Her eyes misted over, and she felt herself nearing her own climax. "Yes!" She began shouting, lightly biting down on Crue's fingers. "Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" Crue hammered into her, ready to fulfil her request.
"FUCK ME!" She commanded. "FUCK ME HARDER!" Crue was all too happy to oblige. Neo's screams became incoherent babbles as Crue went as hard and as fast as he physically could. Just before he finally bottomed out in her, he flipped her round once more, while still staying inside her.
Neo and Crue stared into each other's eyes, both of them filled with a raging lust. Crue lifted his hands so that they came to a rest around Neo's throat. Neo's eyes filled with glee at the sensation, as Crue lightly pressed down her neck.
Neo was not one to be upped however, as she lowered her head and bit down on Crue's neck, almost hard enough to draw blood. The mixed sensations, as well as the constant pounding, was enough to send both of them over the edge.
They both threw their heads back and screams of carnal pleasure erupted from their throats. They both came to a standstill, Crue's legs akin to that of jelly. Crue was able to take two steps closer to a pink four poster bed, before falling down on it, Neo clinging to his chest.
/***/
As the two lovers lay there panting, Crue could only think of one thing. "Whoever said 'Don't stick your dick in crazy' is missing out." At this, Neo's head rose from Crue's chest to look at him.
"You think I'm crazy?" Her voice was much different now that she wasn't filled with Crue's length. The voice wasn't an upset tone, rather, one of curiosity.
"You drank my blood." Crue stated. "Kind of a giveaway." Neo nodded her head in a 'fair enough' fashion, before lying her head back down.
"Your heart is going very fast." She commented idly, imagining all of the blood that was being pumped around his body.
"Can you blame me?" He joked. He shook his head. "Anyway, not like I can say much about being crazy." Crue nodded to his discarded shirt, where the mechanisms for his claws could be seen.
"That wasn't crazy. That was hot." Neo yawned. Crue understood that he should probably get back to Beacon, but after an activity like that, he wasn't even sure if he could make it out the door.
Crue lifted a slightly ruffled blanket over himself and Neo, and rested his head on a pillow. Neo noticed the action, and looked up in surprise. "You're staying?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah. What? You expected me to just fuck and run?" He chuckled. "I'd be a pretty big dick if I did that."
"Well, you do have one." Neo shrugged, a smirk playing on her features. Crue gained a similar smirk at the compliment.
"Oh." He remembered. "Are you gonna be ok? Conisidering I went, inside?" He nodded down to where the blanket showed off her shapely rear, and resisted the urge to grab it.
"Yeah." Neo said simply, snuggling up to Crue and resting her head in between the crook of his neck. "Can't get pregnant." Crue opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Neo. "It was my own choice. I had my tubes tied."
"Why?" Crue couldn't help but ask. Neo shuffled deeper into Crue, murmuring into his neck.
"I didn't want to bring any kids into this way of life." Instinct took over as Crue placed his hand and Neo's back, and brought her closer to him.
"Can't believe I'm comforting a sadist." Crue mused as Neo wrapped her arms around his neck. Crue noticed a light switch over to his side, and flicked it off. For Neo, the world was plunged into darkness, the only sensations being the softness of the blanket, and the warmth of Crue's body.
"Oh yeah. Night vision." Crue remembered as the room stayed more or less the same. He shrugged it off and closed his eyes, letting sleep try and take him. "Well. I guess I was right about fucking one of them. And it wasn't a protagonist. Fair play."
Crue yawned softly as he began drifting off. When he thought about the small mass laying atop him, he could only think one thing.
"This is going to make 'Painting The Town' a hell of a lot more convoluted than it needs to be."
Fucking Finally! I finally get this damn chapter up, and I told you I would make up for the lack of chapters with this one! And I hope I delivered. Also, in case it isn't plainly obvious, I have never wrote a sex scene before. By the man gods of the various religions it was AWKWARD AS HELL! I could barely write two sentences without blushing like a damn school girl.
Also, for those wondering, Crue's Irish translates more or less to this:
"NO! FUCKING NO! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I'M TIRED OF BEING HIT IN THE BALLS!" "I'VE BEEN HIT IN THE DICK ALL DAY! NO MORE! I'M GOING TO VALE AND I'M BUYING A CUP! NOBDOY TRY AND STOP ME!"
Let's be honest, being hit in the dick by super powered teenagers would cause someone to revert to another tongue.
Anyway, what did you think of this ship names? Did you like them? Did you hate them? Can you think of better ones? Let me know.
Anyways, that's all for now. So, let me know what you thought, and as always…
Until Next Time.
-Friday