This chapter contains my first attempt at smut. Think of it as a teaser. You have been warned, but please, please do tell me if you think that I'm doing a okay job at it.
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If you've already read the previous chapter(s), I strongly advise, if not blatantly ask you reread the ones you've already read as things have changed. Some has been added, taken away, or changed. Seriously, have a look just in case. - Left Hand Suzuki Method - 5/7/15
Eric awoke to light chatter, the voices of the girls comforting him as he snuggled into his blanket, facing the TV they'd recently mounted on the wall so that all the beds could see it. Eric was snuggled into one corner of the bed, while Ruby and Blake were sat at the at the end of the bed, the former laying on Blake's lap, and Weiss and Yang were snuggling together next to him.
"Well, isn't that nice?" He thought, trying to see what was on the TV while staying in the comfort of his blanket. "Hold the fucking phone a minute! What?!" He did a double take, staring at Weiss and Yang, Weiss was sat on Yang's lap, head in her shoulder.
"Morning bruiser." Yang murmured, brushing some of Weiss's hair away from her. She looked so peaceful. The heiress was asleep, snoring lightly as Yang held her there. The way the heiress talked lightly in her sleep made the whole scene seem more peaceful, constantly mumbling on about how much she loved the team.
"So…" Eric scratched the back of his head. "You two banged yet?" He looked directly at Yang, who turned a deep shade of crimson.
"N...no." She trailed off, her voice exceptionally quiet.
"Oh my freaking god! You girls are so awkward about this shit!" Ruby and Blake turned around, only just noticing he was awake. "Please tell me yous two are going out!" They quickly glanced at each other before looking away, both girls blushing. "Fuck this, I need a drink." He slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and climbed out, not noticing the fact that he was in only his boxers. He opened the mini fridge at the end of the bed and looked up a Ruby, who was still blushing, but turned her attention towards the TV. He only noticed his lack of clothing when he felt the cold air rush against it. He pulled a can of cider out of the fridge and opened it. "Yang, why do my clothes always seem to leave my body when you're around?"
"Maybe I'm just too hot for you." She smirked, placing a finger on her lip, rubbing her thighs together. Eric just shivered and went to climb back into bed when the door shot open, an all too familiar voice emanating from whoever walked in.
"Eric Lindergren, you did not attend any of the detentions set for you today. What do you have to say for yourself?" Glynda looked up from her scroll to see Eric standing there, posing for the teacher as he carried on drinking his alcohol. She blushed heavily at the lightly toned boy in boxers before her, trying to restrain herself from taking him there and then. She turned back towards her scroll, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Alcohol is not allowed on or in the dorms. Hand it over immediately." As soon as the can touched her fingers, she wrenched it from him, quickly downing the entire can before chucking it in the bin. Everyone stared, slack jawed, aside from Weiss, who was still asleep. "Follow me Mr Lindergren." She motioned for him to follow, opening the door for him.
"Don't I need clothes?" He asked, reaching for his uniform.
"Just follow me!" She quickly grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him out the door and shutting it behind soon as the door was shut, she pushed him against the wall. Cupping his head in her hands, she allowed her scroll to drop to the floor as she leant in to kiss him. She forced her tongue into his mouth. She allowed one hand to dance across his chest, tracing over his tattoo's, while the other hand found it's way to his neck, holding the back of his head and pulling him further into the kiss. His eyes slowly drifted shut, allowing his teacher to take full command of the situation. He allowed his hand to drift across her stomach, playfully moving up and down. Their tongues explored every in inch of the others mouth, while hands found their way to more private areas. Pulling her shirt out from under her skirt, he slid his hand across her back, finding and quickly undoing her bra. Through her dress shirt, his other hand played with her breast, cupping it in his hand before teasing her nipple between two fingers. his other hand slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist, then began rubbing her inner thigh. The hand that was drifting across his chest made it's way to his boxers, rubbing him through them, before squeezing his jewels in her hand, eliciting a small gasp from Eric. Just as his had reached her most private of places, she pulled herself away, ending the moment they had. Pulling her skirt down and redoing her bra, she looked him straight in the eye, resuming the grip she had on him.
"You are not to tell anyone of this. Do you understand?" He nodded in agreement. She tightened her vice like grip. "I said, do you understand?!" She asked again.
"Y-yes ma'am." He yelped, slumping to the floor as she let go of him, cradling his new sore spot.
"Good. You may return to your dorm. And for god sakes put some clothes on!" She strutted away, swaying her hips unintentionally. He slowly got back up as a door opened. Pyrrha stepped, closing the door behind her.
She placed a hand on his shoulder and worryingly protested "You don't look too good." In fact, she'd squeezed him so hard he felt like throwing up.
"Thanks for helping me up Pyrrha. I'm just gonna go lay down." He paused for a minute before slowly opening the dorms door and walking through. He waved goodbye to her and she walked off before he closed the door.
"Hey bruiser, You're back. Are you okay?" Yang asked.
"Nope. Not at all." He shook his head, hobbling towards his bed before laying back down. "Why do you even call me bruiser?"
"Because judging by the only time I've seen you fight, I imagine that you'd be a tough guy to fight."
"Right." He stared at her suspiciously.
"What? You threw a fucking Deathstalker off a bridge by yourself!"
"Oh yeah. I did, didn't I?" He stared at the wall, remembering when he threw it off the bridge.
"Yeah exactly. Even I don't fancy the prospect of fighting you. These guys" she gestured towards the rest of the team, Weiss still asleep "are probably scared shitless."
"Unfortunately. Actually, what are you doing tomorrow? Apart from us going out as a team?"
"Nothing really, why?"
"I bet you a brand new fucking bike that I can put you on your ass."
"Fuck off can you!" She shouted, waking her sleeping princess.
"Wha? What's happening?" Weiss asked slowly, rubbing her eyes.
"Yang, it's official. Your girlfriends fucking adorable when she wakes up." Weiss gave out the smallest yawn she could possibly muster. Yang's eyes glittered at the sight, before she slung Weiss over her shoulder and got off the bed.
"What are you doing you blonde brute?!" She shouted, lightly punching Yang in the back as
"Where you going?" Blake asked.
"Somewhere private." She smirked, giving the team a thumbs up before walking out the door, ignoring the ice queens protests. Eric stood up and walked over to his clothes, starting to pull them on.
"I'm leaving for a bit. If yous two haven't either started going out, or better yet started banging, I-no, we are gonna be pissed."
"Excuse me?!" Blake shouted, startled.
"Bye!" He waved her question away, pulling on his shoulder piece before opening and closing the door.
The cool midnight wind hit him in the face, making his cheeks flush red as gradually grew colder. Cursing himself for giving Ruby his jacket, he walked off the academy grounds, rubbing his hands together, the cold metal composing his right hand just serving to make his fleshy hand even colder. He walked to the outskirts of the emerald forest, finding a lake. He started to walk towards it, before something caught his eye. He looked to the other side of the lake and saw something rather strange. He saw a girl next to a collapsible chair with an umbrella. But that's not what stood out to him. What stood out the most was her hair. He whispered to himself "Who has pink, white and friggin brown for hair colours?" He pulled his hood up and started walking towards this girl.