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Tags include - Angst, Alcoholism, Hallucinations and Incest.

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~• Qrow •~

Flashing glows, blaring noises and sirens. At that point, it was all he could register while sitting at this bar stand. He could barely hear his voice over all the sounds of vocation and frolicking. Although what good would words have done him? Much less his own?

Qrow had been sitting at this bar for a while now. Junior's. The man himself has left the stand to the regular newbie bartender that kept the bourbon coming on the regular.

Swig after swig, he still felt far too sober to sleep the night away.

"..."

Sometimes, every so often, Qrow would stare into the swirling of the booze. Then something will happen that makes a particular sound, smell or even look. It sends him spiralling down towards memories of better days. STRQ in the dorm room. The whole team back together with the laughs, smiles and the obligatory ass-kicking.

He let out a chuckle, as if mocking himself. Yeah, as if the ass-kicking was the biggest part of his memories.

Qrow took another swig of the bourbon, but that didn't stop the thoughts coming his way. No matter how much the guilt eating away at him urged him to stop, and at the same time, tempted him to continue.

What a horrible man he was. Grieving for a friend on the anniversary of his death, yet all he could think about was his wife.

He supposed the apple didn't fall far from the tree when it came to Branwens and how fucked up each of them were.

Try as he might, Qrow could feel them slipping away again. Summer, and even Raven. The other didn't even have to be dead to make him feel like this.

The sound of a shifting seat beside him, broke Qrow free from his thoughts. For a moment, he saw the regal shade of black much like his own, and realised very quickly that he was not in the state to be seeing things correctly.

"Heya, Qrow!" Yang greeted with a slight smile. That's right, his niece.

On other days, her smile was oddly infectious. "You got here alright?" Qrow asked. A reasonable question, one that probed a less than radiant grimace from Yang.

"Fine enough."

He was silent as he looked back at the table. The bartender long gone to other servers, leaving bottles upon bottles behind. There weren't that many, only one or two large bottles of sauvignon, gin and tonic sitting on the transparent table.

Yang pulled out a seat next to him, and moments later filled out a decent shot of gin and tonic. Qrow eyed her amusingly as he watched Yang try to down the shot in one go, then reach for the water nearby to accept her failure.

"Burns, doesn't it?" Yang looked towards him in a slight stupor. "You could have warned me before I downed the damn thing."

Qrow chuckled. "You're right, I could have, but it was way funnier watching you try." The way the resident firecracker drank her shot made it seem like she was taking a bottle of medicine after many times she got sick. There was a particular one that she downright hated, right alongside that idiot Taiyang.

Every time she drank it, she would stick her nose up and gulp it down without so much as tasting it. While Qrow might never say it aloud, Raven would also do the same, although her child was relatively more dramatic at showing it than her.

"You were going to fast on it." Qrow started, taking a shot and downing it slowly. "It burns less if you drink it instead of just splashing it down your throat."

Yang eyed him, and with a shrug, gave it another go. Downing the bourbon instead. She drank it slowly this time, and Qrow could see it by the curl she had on her cheeks that she had begun to pick up on the bitterness of the bourbon and the after taste of the tonic from before. With a gasp, her cup was empty as she wiped her mouth with a smile and a small chuckle.

"See?" Qrow teased. "It's not like I'm used to this sort of crap, Drunkle Qrow."

Yang slightly stuck her tongue out as she said this and took another, smaller shot. Qrow sighed as he looked at his own bottle, half empty and looking a little dry. His canteen at his waist as well.

It took shot after shot for him to feel a little dazed. Everything drew towards a little bit of a blur for him after that. Almost like he was fighting sleep and was minutes away from caving. Yang always kept him awake by shouting into his ringing eardrums. For being his niece, she was a surprisingly energetic drunk.

Maybe her eccentricities came from how Summer acted around that small house in Patch. Things were boring there, things were quiet. But Qrow honestly didn't mind the boredom that came with the calm that place had.

It seemed so far away now. Like that peace was all but a fabrication. One of his drunken fever dreams. Of course this semblance wouldn't have allowed that to last. And in a way that was much akin to his nature, overtime, the bar began to air out into the night, and more silence drew in on the both of them.

There were still people dancing with fervour here and there, obviously not put off by how late into the night it was. Yang lost her shine midway, choosing to instead sit alongside her decrepit uncle as he lamented into the past.

Qrow noticed her tremble a few times. And aside from the rare few occasions where she looked like she managed to stifle a whimper and gulp back some vomit, he would've thought that she was just simply drunk.

But the cracks were starting to show. She was a Branwen by blood. Maybe that meant that she was also shit at lying, but Qrow couldn't blame her. Of course she wouldn't be alright, not when she can remember today so clearly as she did back then when Taiyang bloody and mangled, then died that same day.

"Are you doing alright over there?" Qrow called, a far cry from the tone he'd usually take with her. Yang was holding onto the sides of her shoulders and shaking. After so many mistakes, the message was clear to him.

She didn't want to be touched.

"It doesn't get easier, does it?" Yang asked. And Qrow couldn't even face up and deny it. A lot of things can change over time, but some things will still remain bleak.

"I wish I could tell you otherwise." Qrow admitted, sipping on another bottle of whiskey.

"But that would be a lie."

Qrow sighed. "Yeah. " He downed the very last drop of the whiskey bottle and left it at the desk alongside a couple bands of lien. "Let's head back Yang. I know Ruby is a heavy sleeper, but we shouldn't really take any chances on coming back."

"Besides, it's getting late." Yang looked up at him. "And this isn't the sort of day I'd like to waste drinking away at a bar."

Yang shifted her own seat and stood right against him, as a small ghost of a smile returned to her. "Sure thing, the place is aired out anyway."

"I think I could do with some sleep."

As Qrow walked ahead and looked back at his niece, his footsteps grew more lethargic as they travelled back to Patch. He might never let this escape his lips, but Yang had the right idea.

Maybe, all he needed was a good sleep.

~•~

He could tell by the smell, Or maybe it was how the hollowed wood gave under him. Qrow could walk, he could remember walking. And the place he was in right now looked a lot less like Patch, and a lot more like one of the tents he used to frequent while in the Barnwen tribe.

His flask was nowhere to be seen, and Harbinger lay resting on a nearby sofa. The proud weapon only a regular scythe instead of mechashift. It was reason enough to believe he was only dreaming. Lucid Dreaming at that.

Qrow's first thought was that must've hit the gin and tonic too hard to be dreaming like this. He scant remembers if he even sleeps these days, or just blacks out from morning to night. He hasn't in a long time. Dreams faded beneath the guise of liquid courage, given to him by whiskey. He could fight the nightmares that way, the off putting dreams as well.

He sat on a bed draped in red silk with a mattress of animal skin and birch wood. Beside him sat a mirror which he peered into and saw his young body. Then, he eyed the window next to it and beheld the night sky and the distant jeers over fire below.

Some sat with their wives, while children danced around the fire. Others ate while sharpening their blades, while the rest drank like fishes. His kind of crowd. But even in a lucid dream, Qrow didn't feel up to a second round.

"Beautiful night?"

Qrow turned and beheld Raven, only now opening the drapes of the tent and leaning beside one of the frames that held it up. Omen was latched onto her waist, her scabbard a far cry from what it'll eventually become, housing only one blade.

Gone was her red armor and the mask she usually wore when meeting him, instead, she dressed in the usual crimson hakama she wore underneath. She was relaxed. Qrow could tell. Raven was always on point with things and had a set schedule for the things she would do.

Despite wearing her casual attire she still held Omen, which meant she had just got back from training alone. "What makes you say that?"

"You're staring outside, pretty intently." Raven answered.

Qrow shrugged as he looked back into the mirror, and there lay the wretched man he recognized. Perhaps recalling what Raven looked like older had set his mind on track to that. Raven was the same too, still without her armor, but bigger, in more areas than Qrow dared to admit aloud.

He chuckled. "Shouldn't you know?" Some part of the Raven he was speaking to did come from his own mind. It was a lucid dream after all. "It's not like I can tell what I'm looking at from here."

Raven went quiet as she withdrew Omen from her waist, placed it on a chair near to where she would be sleeping, and went under the furs of the bed.

She had the right mind. It was getting late.

~•~

Raven embodied the three primal wants of any human in the world. The craving for food, the craving for violence…

And the craving for sex.

Raven was the most fighty of the two of them, representing a chilling, cold despondence for war and fighting. Even moreso than Qrow himself was adverse to food.

Qrow remembered how cold the nights in that tent were and how sleepless the nights could get. He was an insomniac at heart and often held virgil for Raven that shared the warm furs and sheets with him.

He glanced at the mirror once more, and his younger self stared back at him. More and more, this seemed less of a dream, and more of his inner recollection of memories. But considering how he truly felt about Raven, Qrow wasn't avarice to calling his memories with her a dream.

And it was because of that, he remembered this very night. So vehemently etched into his mind and dream.

Raven came inside the tent, donning her usual casual clothes outside of Omen strapped to her waist. And a few minutes after she closed the partition of the tent, Qrow could feel her creeping beneath the furs of the bed.

It's dark inside, barely enough to make out the mirror that refracted light. And the gleam of her single blade Omen, resting right beside Harbinger. That's right, Qrow had forgotten that Raven made a habit of doing that.

Yang would never think that her sociopath of a mother could act this close with someone. And yet the memories in his drunken stupor didn't lie. Because over and over he attempts to forget it, bury what he truly felt for the sake of fighting Salem.

Qrow found it easier just to assume things. Fabricate what things truly were. He drinks to keep that lie. To keep that veil of indifference. His semblance could only ever bring misfortune.

He closes his eyes and opens them once again. Shifting in the furs, he comes face to face with the striking redness in Raven's eyes. In the darkness, she stared. With irises that glow in the dark.

She stares back at him with silent indifference and a static curiosity. Qrow saw his younger self in her eyes as Raven's hands began to wander beneath the sheets.

An invitation.

Raven embodied the bases three desires of humanity. She didn't particularly enjoy food as much as others, nor did she fight out of any sort of interest. But while Raven may die rather than admit this to anyone. Qrow believed that…

Raven was more curious about sex than even him.

She would often approach in stoicism, or when she was in a particular mood. When she was staring into Qrow just like she did now. The tent was small, and the concept of walls were practically non-existent, but not once have they been caught.

Raven wasn't being subtle with her advances, nor with her crave for release. Her cold hands drifted and slided between his arms and stomach.

Qrow could remember the cold and the pleasant chill that roused through his body at Raven's touch, just as she slid her hand beneath his pants.

Sometimes when she's in a dark mood, or stressed, the only way to bring her back is through sex.

Qrow rolls until he towers over Raven. Together with little tugs Raven made against his shirt he peeled off his clothes and helped her out if her's.

They shifted in the sheets and covered their naked bodies with the animal furs. Raven holds the furs open, her naked body uttering the depraved invitation of taboo so sweetly.

Qrow crawled into the bed and into the sheets with Raven. The silence made it seem as though they were sleeping. But her bright eyes converting him made it clear that she's awake, but doesn't speak.

He's been through this song and dance enough times to know all the motions. Each time he prays she'll fall into it long enough to never notice the way she was looking at him. The first time Qrow realised it, he was in utter disbelief that his sociopathic sister could look like that. And to him of all people.

He tries to keep the illusion but every time he's disappointed when it ends. Doesn't stop Qrow from trying to fix things. Or making her realise the tragic irony of her gaze.

His mouth finds her throat and he kisses her soft flesh. Her breasts were still firm despite her being well into her late teens. He fondles them even though she won't respond.

When he starts kissing down her throat on a mission to her pussy, Raven instinctively shakes her head in the dark and writhes.

"No…" Raven moaned.

He groaned in frustration and began their usual routine. Parting her thighs, Qrow settled on top of her. His dick wasn't having trouble staying hard so he stroked it quickly before pushing into her throbbing heat. A sharp gasp is the only evidence he was fucking a woman and not a corpse.

Qrow's mouth tries for hers but she hesitantly turns her head to the side. It's as though she punished herself from all forms of pleasure and happiness. For the sake of the tribe, for the longest time it killed Qrow that she thinks that way, even back then.

Together they desperately try to be quiet, but their bodies slap together, silent but euphoric. The grunts coming from him were feral and borderline gruff for how young he was. The urge to grab the throat was unnerving, but Raven wouldn't for the life of her want to see herself being that submissive.

Raven gasped as she tightened herself into a vice on Qrow's mound. She orgasms in small spasms that leave both her and Qrow feeling breathless.

She lets him use her as an outlet so he can come. Maybe it was to tie the both of them together, with the only familial connection they share—no matter how taboo or deceit it seemed to be—perhaps it was the only way she knew how, for Qrow, It's always been enough but just barely.

Raven holds onto Qrow's cheeks, but she doesn't respond.

Qrow's eyes clenched shut and he came hard. He barely finished spurting out his release before he yanked out of her and gave her a deep kiss. As he broke away, he snagged his shirt and wiped his dick off before tossing it into the corner beneath the bed and stepping back into the sheets.

Neither of them speak as they stare into each other, Qrow remembered himself falling asleep as she watched. He couldn't move, neither could he breathe.

Almost as though the redness of her eyes was strangling him.

At that moment, he opened his eyes and found Yang looming over him with her hand outstretched and moving in little twitches towards him.

She froze, almost seeming terrified at Qrow waking up.

~•~

Yang stayed firmly across the sofa, almost near to where Ruby was sleeping. The oddity herself has taken towards dozing off with her weapon beside her. Old habits die hard, Qrow still did it with Harbinger.

He came and offered a glass of water, to flush the booze out of her system, and maybe calm a bit of her nerves. She still seemed quite shaken despite the time that passed. Maybe it was because it's very clear what she had wanted to do while he was asleep.

Qrow decided not to bring it up, and instead join the distraught Yang at the sofa. Her pride would deny her any confession of what just happened, and her stubbornness could only rival her mother.

She had a yellow vest and some shorts on. Yang was probably trying to sleep, and got none. How quaint was it that Qrow was attacked by sleep paralysis that same time. If anything, Yang looked far worse off. Her hair was a mess with obvious tear stains in her eyes, and an apathy towards fixing the loose straps of her vest.

Qrow was sure that he looked the same. Sans the tears and slight trembles, he too could feel himself growing weary. His mind wearing thin and crying for rest, but feeling a strange unwillingness to sleep. His own thoughts keeping him awake.

As Yang downed the glass of water, gone was the bubbly facade of hers in the club and daylight. He waited for her to speak, she did not.

"Can't sleep?" Qrow asked.

What an obvious answer. All he had to to was look. Qrow looked plenty, and had already felt stupid for even asking. But such things were an obvious icebreaker, He didn't know what to say when it came to Yang.

It's not like he wasn't suffering as well, just as much as her. But Yang wasn't him. The annoying part of his consciousness always knew what to say to make Qrow feel more like an ass. That wasn't the case now, even that part of him was silent as he stared.

Yang slipped deeper into the couch and cradled her knees. "Pretty much." She looked at Qrow. "You?"

"Not much either."

She curved her eyebrows. "Didn't look that way to me."

"Sleep paralysis." Qrow retorts. "Thanks for waking me up by the way, It…wasn't particularly great."

Yang widened her eyes for a moment before offering a small smile. "Don't mention it."

Again, silence fell between the two, as both of them spent time either staring at nothing in particular, or at the sleeping Ruby. Paying attention to how the sheets rose and fell at her breath. It wasn't much, weird, even. But the silence was comforting, for as long as not one of them knew what to say.

Suddenly, Yang turned towards him. "Do you think about them?"

"More than I should, if i'm being honest." Qrow answered, pulling out the flask attached to his waist band. He stared at it for a few minutes before continuing. "I can't stop actually. It never lets up, never fades. Even now, while I talk to you, I think about them."

Yang stayed silent as she cradled her legs and shook. It was the same for her, arguably worse at some moments. Qrow sighed as she stood from the sofa. "I'm not doing this without a drink." he claimed.

"You can actually get more hammered?" Yang questioned.

Qrow shrugged as he made way into the kitchen. "It's not like we're falling anymore asleep being sober." He stopped and looked at Yang for a moment. "Doesn't look like you'd refuse anyway."

Yang chuckled as she watched Qrow dig inside the shelves and fridge for some type of alcohol he stashes away in the house. Somehow, the sound of Yang's chuckle had roused one of his own. Summer would have raked him over the coals by how often he was hiding booze in her home.

But…it's not as though she was here anyway.

"Hey." Yang stood from the sofa and made her way into the kitchen as well. "I've got a pretty good idea, if you'll hear?"

Qrow opened the fridge just at the same time Yang opened up most of the cupboards. "Last time you had one, you crashed Junior's Bar."

"C-mon. At least hear me out?" Yang lightly teased.

With a small effort, Qrow managed to pull out some leftover gin and tonic along with a full bottle of red wine. When he looked behind, he spotted Yang holding up half a bottle of his whiskey and two shot glasses with a slight grin.

As Qrow followed her back into the bedroom/living room, he placed not only the whiskey, but the two empty glasses on the mattress of her bed. "What's this supposed to be?" he asked.

"We never played many games together, did we?"

"Drinking games." Qrow added. "And your mother will kill me."

Yang bent closer to Qrow, barely shaking the concoctions she placed on the sheet of her bed and mattress. "Fuck her." she cussed.

The context of her words caused Qrow to avert his eyes for a moment, and take notice of how Yang's vest barely came across her entire body. The sides of her ample breasts visibly shaking beneath the loose vest.

He shook his head. "Both of them." He added.

Yang pouted, tearing into the whiskey and pouring it into the shots. "You know what I mean."

"What are we even going to try?"

Yang smiled. "That game that gets everyone talking while sloshed."

Qrow rose his eyebrow. "Truth or Dare?" He nearly chuckled as he thought back to the antics of his team. "It's like you're trying to get me drunk."

"Then why don't you start us off?" Yang questioned, passing a shot of whiskey to Qrow. "Since you'll probably end up drinking me under the table anyway."

Qrow sighed. "Whatever, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Yang said. "Drinking is an option if you don't want to answer or don't want to do it."

"So basically there's no taking it easy right?" Qrow smiled. "Got it." He reached for his flask and removed it from his waist. He placed it on the windowsill just above the bed so that it didn't disturb anyone while there were playing.

Truth be told, truth or dare was sort of childish for a drinking game. The ones Qrow used to play with Summer, Tai and Raven were much wilder despite Raven being grumpy about most.

It was sort of babyish compared to what he had been through, but tonight was honestly a rough one for remembering the good times. If anything, it passed the time, and made drinking himself to sleep less lonely and a lot more fun. For both him, and Yang.

"Alright then. " Qrow pointed to her chest. "Tell me your size then."

Yang squeezed her tits together, with a mocking smile. "56, DD. Were you expecting that to rattle me?"

"No, I was just curious."

A half-lie. Qrow was expecting her to be put off by how lax he was being with her. But she seemed to have been just as stubborn as Raven with the goofiness of Tai. It made for an odd pairing when he first encountered it, but Yang turned out great.

He couldn't let her know the real reason why Raven fell out with STRQ. No matter how this might turn out. It wasn't particularly Qrow's fault, but as her brother, he felt guilty nonetheless.

Guilty about a lot of things actually.

"Your turn." Qrow said.

"Truth or dare?

Qrow placed a hand on his chin in thought. "Truth." He answered.

Yang gave him a cheshire grin. "How many flings did you have?"

"Many." Qrow answered with a shrug. "That's no fair, give me a specific number." Yang pouted as she leaned a little closer.

It was the truth, Qrow had many flings and old flames. His scroll was choked full of names Yang couldn't even imagine would be there.

But the amount of flings he had that he could actually enjoy and remember clear as day could only be counted on his one hand. And it's those that he'll most likely take to the grave out of guilt.

"Fine." Qrow shrugged. "About 20 off the top of my head." She asked how many she had slept with, not how many he enjoyed and could still remember.

Yang chuckled. "Manwhore."

Oddly enough, Raven says the exact same to him. He never really saw it as such, or perhaps it was a faint sociopathic side of him that didn't recognize his actions as promiscuous.

Regardless, he didn't care. At least not for the other 17 he had.

"Get in line, you're the second one to tell me that." Qrow said. "Your turn. Truth or Dare?"

Yang smiled. "I'm going to play chicken for this round, truth."

He nodded. "Alright then. Have you been ran through and if you had, who was your first?"

Yang went silent at that question, and soon Qrow began to spot a little rose tint to her cheeks before reaching for her shot of whiskey and downing it in one go.

When that happened, Qrow heartily laughed. "So that's what switches your tone, don't really want to say, huh?"

A good majority of the time was spent gauging the other out in harmless and fun banter. The sky only seemed to be growing darker as time passed.

"Truth or dare."

"Dare."

Qrow pointed to the ground. "Bet your drunk ass can't do a handstand right here."

Yang smirked as she stood from her bed walked towards a nearby wall, where she did a handstand and used the wall to hold it.

Five seconds, then ten. And after twenty, Qrow could see all of Yang's blood rushing into her head.

Qrow scanned her body as she stood upright, Yang had surprisingly wide hips defined by the black tights she was wearing and how tightly it hugged her body. There was a disconnect while he leered over her and her body. A disconnect he always felt with Raven whenever she would stare in the same sort of way.

He looked down at the moment and felt Yang go silent. She looked straight back into his eyes. She knew he was looking.

While the notion didn't disrupt the fun they had with the dares and the truths, the atmosphere they had before had vanished. More and more, he found himself having to think about what you ask. What he wanted to know.

He thought back. To the time where he first woke up and found Yang hovering over him, hand outstretched and shaking.

"..." Qrow looked at her starting outside the window. She held a glass of barely filled whiskey and kept twirling it.

"Hey, Yang." Qrow gruffly called. She faced him, her face a bit quizzical.

"It's your turn. Truth or Dare?"

Yang tilted her head a bit. Clearly less energised then she was at the start. "I dunno to be honest." She paused. "Truth."

He hesitated, and downed a glass before asking. "You wanted to touch me. Didn't you?"

Yang stayed silent and even once made an attempt at a smile. But as she took a drink of the whiskey, her face warped into one of immense sadness.

She cradled into her knees, and Qrow could make out wisps of what sounded like whimpers. She did good in hiding it from him in the club, and it could've fooled even Ruby.

It was hard to watch for Qrow. Seeing his niece break down like that. Barely letting out a weep in her suffering, for fear that she might wake Ruby up.

Qrow shifted closer to her but made no effort at touching her. While the bed didn't make a move, he could feel Yang shaking as she let out sniffs and small whimpers.

While he couldn't offer the physical support because of her aversion to touching, Qrow believed she could feel him. Her attempt at a smile was painful and heartrending because of her tears. But it carried a faint relief from the pain.

"How do you do it Qrow?" She asks. "How don't you break?"

He's been broken for a long time, but what Yang didn't know was that the booze was keeping the realisation from kicking in. It annoyed him to have a strong reaction to alcohol when he was young. Now, him being a lightweight was the only thing keeping him from breaking down.

"It isn't easy." Qrow said. "It's never easy." In the end, he opted for ambiguity that is neither truth nor lie. Personally, there were ways for him to ease the pain, to forget.

Yang was silent as she brought an arm to her shoulder. For the moment, she stopped the shaking as she looked up at him. "Truth or Dare." She asked.

The phrase was no longer meant for a game. Both of them could tell that much. Overtime, during the longest night they have ever felt and spent together, Truth or Dare had become much more than a fun passage of time. And the only way either of them would feel comfortable with baring their souls to each other.

"Truth." Qrow answered.

"Qrow." Yang started. And just as she did, she drew herself closer to Qrow in a way that forced him to look beneath her loose vest. The way she brought her arms closer and squeezed her breasts in a way that made them bigger was all too suggestive to Qrow.

"..."

For the longest while, he alternated his gaze between his niece's giant breasts and the quiet conflict in her eyes. She knew what she was doing, which made it all the more conflicting to him, and at the same time, conveyed to him an understanding that only the two of them could reach.

A craving for rest, relief from the pain.

"Do you want to touch me?"

The way Yang voiced it made it clear to Qrow that she wasn't used to this sort of thing. It carried the same energy Raven had while making her advances, despite being far more meek, and far more desperate sounding.

Qrow would've thought she was teasing at first, but there were many signs tonight that made it clear that Yang's trauma and aversion to touch was tearing her apart. She desperately craved to feel something, something good. It might have been how Qrow justified the depraved thoughts coursing through his mind.

At that moment, she looked far too similar to Raven. And for the instant that Tai might never forgive him for, Qrow craved Yang's touch.

He didn't need to say a thing, his silence was his own answer.

The silence was palpable, and it grew between them like a festering wound of what was once a jovial mood, now all falsities laid barren. And sinful thoughts borne onto each other.

For a while, not one of them knew what to say to the other. It was far more unnerving than awkward. What could they even say, or better yet, what now?

"Truth or Dare?"

Qrow couldn't even remember whose turn it was to ask the questions. None of them could, yet regardless, he answered.

"Dare."

In that moment, with small gestures and a light drag. Yang took Qrow's hand and guided it until it touched the underside of her breast. She was shaking less, and breathed rhythmically through his touch.

"Qrow." Yang started, desperation written on her face. "Please…"

"Do it."

~• Yang •~

Ever since the night Tai returned, bloody and dying in her arms. Yang could feel him in everything, everyone she touched. Try as she might, she could never forget the growing coldness of her father's dead body resting on her. Nor the blood that stained her clothes.

For Ruby's sake, she tried hard to go back to the way things were. Between her and Ruby, and even Qrow and herself, who she caught the lingering stare off and was caught in return.

Qrow was the only one who survived, and it didn't take the copius amount of alcohol he consumed for her to realise that he has tried, even harder, to fix things. To return things to as they were.

But they were strained. Yang might've been the first to realise it, but the both of them were slowly breaking.

Even now as she felt his coarse lips on her own, and felt the way his scarred hands roamed all over her body. Instinctual disgust gnawed at her, but she couldn't help but feel this was inevitable. The dam was always cracked, and only now did the depravity behind both of their cravings for serenity finally spill over.

How long did she feel like this? A very, very long time. A very, very long time for the both of them.

It might've been the way she was justifying how warm Qrow's touch made her feel. Fulfilled, craving, wanting, anxious…

Desperate.

It was always in the back of both their minds, in passing thought and glance.

She knew this without a doubt, for the sake of Ruby who could still smile, they both ignored each other's cry.

Now, that very same motive has turned moot. For even now while Yang struggled to fight back the disgust she felt over doing this with her uncle. She couldn't deny it anymore.

She craved him, desperately ached for the touch of someone so close to her. She craved his touch more than the binds of morality she attached herself too.

Yang wanted nothing else in that moment, other than Qrow, and every crevice of him.…

His hand gropes her large breast while the other works me from the inside. Reality abandons Yang as she loses herself to the moment. She comes hard and with a shriek when her orgasm strikes.

She's weak, dizzy and in near tears from the pleasure as Qrow stood with her in his arms. a small wave of his hand and an idyllic clash of empty bottles, he clears the bed, and carries her deeper into her bed and lays her out before him. Yang stared greedily at him as he ripped off his shirt and bared his stone chiselled chest at me.

His pectorals twitched and his abs rippled with movement. Yang's mouth watered as she ran her tongue along the solid V-shaped muscles that point straight to his cock that owns her.

She's spread open and waiting just as her arousal starts to drip, as the need for Qrow becomes nigh unbearable. He's quick with his movements in undressing but not quick enough for her liking, as the anticipation of what lay beneath became jarring.

The moment his jeans and boxers are gone, I stare at his cock that points right at me. Long. Thick. Veiny. I know from experience that it feels like velvet in my hand. Soft and pliable on the outside but hard and unbreakable beneath.

He tastes of salt and musk prevalent in his gruff facade. Her stomach practically growled for him as she watched him move, left to right.

Qrow grabs her ankle and kisses the bone on her leg. Then, he slowly trails hot kisses along Yang's calf and to the inside of her knee. The moment she felt his beard hair tickle along her inner thigh, Yang let out a moan as she shivered with his breath against her thighs.

He kisses the entire journey to her clit. There, Qrow kissed her in an obscene way that would probably make people blush. Yang thought he was surprisingly gentle with her, taking his time. He never pressed in his touches, nor did he draw rough kisses that leave her bruised.

It was easy for her to tell be was being careful, Qrow knew of her aversion to touching, and had her made with how she craved the sensation again. She found the depositon of his concern endearing as she placed a hand on his cheek and communed a silent want.

He didn't need to be gentle. She wanted to feel it, and she wanted to feel it hard.

Desperate and hungry. Qrow sucked as though he wanted to pull it right from her body and devour it for a snack. Yang was still so sensitive from her last orgasm that she came with his name on her lips. She bit hard on her finger to keep the moans from reaching the sleeping Ruby.

He looks at Yang, and then his kissing continued along her stomach, between my breasts, and then to her lips. His tongue drives inside her mouth the exact moment she felt his cock pushed inside of her.

She nearly moaned out loud in surprise at the intrusion but Qrow didn't give her a chance to recover before she found herself breathless. Like a wild animal, he thrusts against her no words of praise and no vows of love are murmured. Instead their shared pain and grief melds and fades into nothing amongst the madness of lust. As Qrow presses his lips against Yang's, their bodies mould together as one.

She's everywhere all at once.

She's nowhere but here.

Her mind is a cacophony of thoughts and out of control sensations as Qrow showed her what it feels like for two souls to bind.

Threaded together. A tight braid of man and woman. A link that cannot be severed, but the familial disconnect remained. They were beyond the intial disgust of converting their relatives touch, and now beyond that, lay the thrill and needing to feel a little piece of good amongst the anguish.

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A few hours later, both of them lay within the sheets of her bed. The throbbing in Yang's loins still stirred as she stared aimlessly at the ceiling.

She felt oddly at peace with Qrow beside her, and for the first time in a long while. There was no pain beset her heart to grip by. Her salvation came in the most decrepit of ways, having sex with her uncle. If Yang said that it didn't feel weird, she would be lying.

In fact, the notion she desired his touch, was far more twisted a desire than she could've ever imagined. What would Ruby even think if she knew? What look would she give? What things will she say?

Will she feel the familial disgust she felt as Qrow rutted into her? Maybe so. Ruby was more normal than her now. Because now, she could no longer feel any sort of disgust or shame for what she did.

Qrow, now fully dressed, stood beside the bed with his back to her. He knew full well of her thoughts and his sorroful eyes stared back into hers. Anxiety gripped at her heart as she saw a full tear slide down his cheek.

In her eyes, she could see the absence of remorse and the guilt born from that absence tear away at him. She tried to stop him, to keep him at her side. But in her weakness, she could only hear him utter a mournful 'I'm sorry.' before leaving.

Yang brought a hand to her eyes and let out a self-mocking chuckle amidst the tears that flowed.

And beneath her sadness, she wondered how long had she'd been broken for.

As no answer came, her eyes drooped into darkness and she fell under the guise of sleep. Only remembering Ruby's stirrs of sleep and the scary illusion of her looking back at her.