So y'all can probably guess what's going to happen here, right? Oh well, I'll put it on anyway.

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Hotel opened his eyes, meeting the orange glow of the sun on the ceiling of the team room. He felt like utter and complete crap. Did Yang cheat on him? Well, if making out with someone that isn't your boy/girlfriend isn't considered cheating, he wasn't sure what was. She was making out with Rusty Claymore. Rusty Claymore. All because he fucked up.

Closing his eyes again, he sighed, remembering how easily the other man was able to cut through swarm after swarm with seemingly no effort at all. Had Hotel tried to match him? Obviously. Which is why he had his weapon in spear mode, not lance mode.

"…Geez…I feel pathetic…," he thought to himself as the door swung open.

"Yo, Hotel!"

He didn't bother looking at his team leader, who apparently waltzed in, took whatever she needed, then took off saying, "We're spending the night with team RWBY. Don't do anything stupid, now."

Team RWBY.

The cause of his current misery.

Yang.

His girlfriend.

Rolling away from the door, he sighed, sitting up to see the clock, which read 6:00 pm. With a sigh, he turned his body to the side of the bed, stretching. He hadn't even had anything to eat yet. With yet another sigh, he left the room, heading towards the mess hall.

With his stomach full, he returned to the team room, half-expecting Delta to be studying on the desk.

Only, he didn't see his team. In fact, they were nowhere to be seen. There was, though, someone sitting outside of the room. The one person he didn't want to see at the moment.

Yang.

She sat, slouched over in front of the door, almost like she was contemplating opening the door or not. Hotel kept his distance, resting on a corner, contemplating his own move. Should he go over there? Should he just break up with her then and there? Was she there to dump him? All of those were possible.

Alas, his personality wouldn't allow it.

His instincts drove him to approach her. Almost in a forgiving manner.

"And this is why people say I'm too nice," he thought to himself, standing in front of Yang. The blonde looked up at him, her eyes widening just as quickly as she jumped to her feet. Hotel raised an eyebrow in suspicion, the heat in his chest flaring up as he struggled to maintain his breath. With a sigh, he asked, "…need something?"

Yang glanced away from her tall boyfriend and replied "Y-yeah! I-I mean, n-no…I mean…!"

Hotel's gaze narrowed in mild annoyance as he opened the door, allowing her through. Yang sighed, walking through as he closed the door behind them. He locked the door almost out of whim, turning around to see her wrap her arms around him, catching him by surprise. Hotel blinked several time, comprehending what she was doing, finally sighing as he asked, "…so what, am I your fuck buddy now?"

Yang pulled away, almost offended.

"What!?"

"I mean," he continued, glancing away from her, "you ARE here to dump me, right?"

"Wh-wha…? What makes you think that?"

"Well, I fucked up the other day which is why you decided to start making out with Rusty, right?"

Yang opened her mouth, only to shut it, coming out empty. Hotel turned around again, unlocking the door, only to see Yang's hand shoot out and cover his, preventing him from doing so. He turned to her, seeing her purple irises looking right back at his own blue irises as she stated, "No! I don't wanna dump you! What I did…was a mistake, that's all!"

"A mistake…," he repeated, growing more annoyed by the second. Yang nodded furiously. Hotel's gaze narrowed even more as he finally let go of the door knob, leaning her over the desk. Yang gasped as he hovered over her and said, "You cheat on me…come to my room when my team's out…and say it was a mistake…are you fucking kidding me, Yang?"

The girl began trembling, almost out of fear, as Hotel continued, "Is this some kind of fucking joke!? 'Cuz I'm not buying it!"

Yang flinched at the tone, bringing her arms over her chest in fear as his aura began to turn hostile. This wasn't the same Hotel that she had come to love. No. He was far from the Hotel that she loved.

"…I'm sorry," she whimpered out.

"…You're sorry," he repeated. His tone had dropped. Adrenaline rushed through Yang's system as Hotel repeated.

"You're sorry. Sorry? Is this supposed to be part of the joke too? Well, I'm not buying it, Yang…."

Yang began to feel her face heat up. Water began to fill her eyes as Hotel landed a punch next to her, causing her to yelp in fright. Hotel's body heated out of anger as he said, "Don't fuck with me, Yang!"

"…I…I'm…not…," she whimpered out, her thighs pressing together as she felt a tear threatening to streak down from the corner of her eye.

This was one of the few times where Yang, the usually strong willed, fearless girl, felt powerless. She made a mistake. One that she would like to have back as Hotel leaned down to her ear, breathing into it. Yang gasped at the feeling of adrenaline shooting through her system again as he breathed out, "…scared, huh?"

The girl nodded furiously, silently praying that he would stop. She opened her eyes, watery as they were, looking right at his blue orbs, which were still a little dark considering his mood. His gaze remained narrowed as he leaned down towards her, causing her to whimper in fear as he pressed himself against her. The corner of the desk became uncomfortable against her back as he pressed harder, getting another whimper from her.

"St…stop…Hotel…stop…," she breathed out, the tear finally streaking out of her eyes. She pressed her extremities tighter as he forced her legs apart. Her eyes shot open, looking down instinctively as he grabbed her neck. Yang gripped his wrist, feeling her oxygen flow get cut off.

"W…wai…Ho…!"

He let go just as quickly, picking her up, ripping her clothing off of her body as he threw her onto his bed. Yang's breathing began to grow labored as she looked up at her boyfriend's body, seeing him taking his clothing off. Her eyes, widened in fear, could only watch as he pushed her legs apart, gasping as he slid himself into her body.

Hotel sighed as Yang's warmth engulfed him, keeping himself propped on his hands as she pressed her arms tighter against her chest. He grimaced, wishing he could get a good look at her chest, being unable to remove her bra with her arms being the way they were. Alas, he couldn't, leaving him unsatisfied with his lack of eye candy as he leaned down and asked, "…had enough?"

Suddenly, Yang's hands shot out, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled him down. His eyes widened in surprise as she cried out, "I'm sorry…! I'm sorry…! I'm sorry…!"

Her heart pounded in her chest. Out of fear. Out of excitement. She opened her watery eyes and continued "I'm sor-!"

She was cut short, gasping as Hotel pulled out almost completely, ramming himself back into her, getting a choked scream from her.

"Uhnn! Uhhnn! W-wai—ah! Wait—ah!"

Yang couldn't contain her voice as Hotel reached around her back, undoing the bra, throwing it where her clothes sat. Yang's hands immediately went to cover her mouth as he said, "You're…a pain…nn…in the ass…!"

But she didn't hear him. She couldn't hear him. Her brain had shut down moments ago with the overload of adrenaline in her body. Yang was running purely on what Hotel ran on. Adrenaline. Instincts. Doing things without a second thought.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as her he began thrusting harder, knocking her womb. Yang's hands once again went around his neck again as he pulled her body tighter against his, his bed's springs straining under them as the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin, as well as the straining of the springs, filled the room.

"Hnn! Uhhn! Hah! Ahh! AhhH! AHH! HYAAH!"

Yang's toes curled as she tightened around him, relishing in an orgasm as Hotel pressed deep against her, holding back his own release with. He grunted, feeling her pulse around his member, her body trembling violently beneath his as her vaginal fluids covered their loins. Her nails began digging into his shoulders as her orgasm finally died down.

Yang gasped for air, feeling…empty. She paid no mind to it, however, as Hotel quickly continued his thrusting. The blonde immediately let go of his shoulders, gripping the pillow her head was resting on tightly as he began knocking her womb harder. Her screams filled the room as Hotel sighed, leaning down and giving her a sloppy open mouth kiss. Their tongues played with each other sloppily as their drool quickly covered the other's lips, Yang's pants vibrating against his lips as Hotel couldn't contain himself anymore.

Almost knowingly, Yang's body moved on its own. Her arms went around his back, her death grip returning to his shoulders as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist again. Her body wanted his heat inside her again.

With a groan, Hotel pressed himself hard against Yang, releasing his seed into her body. Yang's head snapped backwards as he necked her, resting his head in the crook of her neck as she clawed at his back, his cum pumping into her, forcing its way into her womb.

Finally, the sensation ended as he pulled out. Yang let out a groan of disagreement as he made to get off of her, only to be held down by her appendages still wrapped around him.

"D…don't…go…," she croaked, sniffling as her tears began falling again.

Hotel felt a pang of pain in his chest. He grimaced, looking down into the eyes of his girlfriend, seeing her watery eyes, her tears streaking from their corners. He leaned down towards her face, nailing a kiss.

Yang blinked, feeling a sense of comfort from the kiss as he pressed his body onto hers.

"…this…is one side that I'll never give up," he stated as he pulled away from her. Yang hiccupped as he rolled to the side, pulling her close against her body. Yang snuggled closer into his chest as she cried, "…don't…leave me…alone…!"

"…I won't…I'm sorry," he replied.

His cum began leaking out of her as she sniffled, breaking down as she buried her face into his chest out of guilt. Shame began to engulf her entire being as Hotel stroked her head, her sobs escaping her. Her voice began to betray her as her body felt weak from all the adrenaline being drained out of her.

"I'm sorry…! I'm sorry…! I'm sorry…!"

"Shh…it's…alright, Yang…it's aright…."

...Okay...I probably made Yang a little too OOC there...