In response to LoamyCoffee's comment, I've had a great deal of fun blending Toriko into the world of RWBY, and I like that the crossover has taken on a life of its own. The only reason Barrygamon himself showed up was because the [Sunshine Fruit] was compatible with his Gourmet Cells, and also because he isn't dexterous-enough to use a GT Robo. The [Sunshine Fruit] being delivered into the heart of Beacon Academy is, retroactively, why he received no further support.
As for Jack's "glorious beard", that was a blatant The Legend of Vox Machina reference, with a little Endeavor and "The One" Escanor (from My Hero Academia and Seven Deadly Sins respectively) on the side.
As for the beard meme, I kinda forgot about Weiss' "appreciation" for Old Man Jaune's beard from Volume 9, but the reason she (and Yang) doesn't like Jack's is because it looks out-of-place on his eighteen-year-old face whereas Jaune had been aged up to his Mid/Late 30s. If Jack were aged-up and had the same beard, Weiss might think he looks like "a rugged lumberjack"; but when he's only a year older than her, is just makes him look "scruffy" and she isn't fond of it. Yang's dislike is for similar reasons, but with less-fancy vocabulary.
As for TM11's comment, I'm glad it was cryptic-enough to warrant questioning instead of only being treated as a Throwaway Line; then again, Ozpin always does lend a certain "gravitas" to things. Especially with what we know about him now.
However, for a definitive answer, you'll all have to wait until the "Juniper Arc". All I'll say for now is it has something to do with the "Power Disparity" between the Bishokuya in Toriko, and the Huntsmen in RWBY.
That one will be flip-flopping with the "Nightmare Arc", but that's quite literally a story for another day.
As for Hiroshi, he's from the same manga as Rushia & Marin; trash. And let me tell you, that blood of his is potent stuff, but if you want to see how-potent, you'll have to read the manga to find out. Knowing Jack has taken some of the rough edges off of Rushia while Marin is pretty much the same, and since the power scaling is different in the "Slayerverse" than in trash alone, they're going to focus on what's best for Hiroshi's health.
maxdoragon: Does Jack still have a thing for Glynda? If so then I hope you bring their little subplot back. Their little flirting and racial issues was pretty entertaining
Re: She's a strong, confident woman and that's one of his turn-ons; however, it is not his "fetish", it is his "leaning". While he does have a thing for Glynda, it's more playful banter between a "problem child" and a smoking hot teacher. If she reciprocated, he certainly wouldn't refuse, at least until Yang and/or Weiss sat him down and told him not to have sex with strange women anymore; the reason they haven't presently is because the whole "Slave Gladiator" thing puts them in a weird headspace on the topic when it comes to "control" in the relationship. Doubly-so for Weiss because of her family's… "storied history" with the Faunus people. Yang gets (or "intends to get") around the problem by having it be more open; like in Professor Port's and/or Qrow Branwen's stories about sowing oats with Village Girls.
On Glynda's side of things, she's flattered, but too professional to act on such propositioning (especially with a Student), and her Human Values are also inherently different from Faunus'; in the "Slayerverse", Faunus (who haven't been "domesticated" from living around Humans) believe in leaving behind powerful heirs to carry on strong traits, so there isn't the same stigma associated with age (bare minimum needs to be old-enough to safely rear a child; pedophilia is still pedophilia) or number (the strongest male CAN have multiple mates, but Rape isn't tolerated because it ruins Cohesion inside a community and, you know, Negative Emotionsk). If she were emotionally vulnerable, like after the Fall of Beacon, she'd probably "indulge" if only to distract herself.; it'd be far from healthy as a responsed, but it'd be an honest one At-present however, her "mom energy" is making her more focused on nurturing the amnesiac Vincent Valentine (OC) who may or may not be an Isekai Protagonist from another of my works; I've certainly been far from subtle on the point… But anyway, her whole thing with Jack was that he was a "problem child", but the whole Race angle "muddied the issue". She came across as Racist to anyone on the outside looking in, but that was coincidence. It was more his Reputation and his Countenance that caused her to be abrasive toward him early on.
I'm surprised anyone remembers that sub-plot from Volume 1, but unless there's a renewed interest, I'll probably stick with her newly awakened "Mom Form". It's certainly quite fun to write her in a nurturing role like Minerva McGonagall from Harry Potter. In the RWBY Canon she kinda falls off the radar after a while…
*NEW WORLD*
"Yang. You still want me to help you find your mom?"
"Of course I do," Yang nodded eagerly.
"Well, you got a picture? Or a name? Can't do much without one or the other."
"Yeah, sure, I got one on my Scroll," she said taking her Scroll and holding it up. Jack opening his own, the blond pressed the back of hers to his and then transferred every image of her mother she had, hoping that more would help.
A moment later, Jack's Scroll pinged, the Faunus looking through the new images before jolting in place almost instantly.
"What? What is it?" Yang asked worriedly, her teammate looking between his Scroll and her face repeatedly before snapping it shut.
"N-Nothing, it's just… You two look really alike…" the Faunus admitted after a brief stutter.
"I'll choose to take that as a compliment~" Yang smiled. "So, you think you can help?"
"I might know a guy…"
*NEW WORLD*
"Junior… Can I confide in you?"
"I temper my sense of decency in expectation."
"I stuck my dick somewhere I shouldn't have."
" . . . Do you have any idea… any idea at all… just how little that narrows it down?"
"I'm not that much of a man-slut."
"You've had more tail in your life than me."
"I sooo didn't need to hear that. And I am way too sober to be talking about this right now."
Junior got the message and retrieved Jack's glass and a bottle of his preferred whiskey. As soon as the glass had been amply filled, Jack plucked the bottle from his hand and chugged straight from the tap. A few seconds later he slammed the bottom of the bottle to the counter, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"The woman that 'Blondie' is looking for... She's one of my one-night-stands…" he said laying his Scroll on the counter.
"And should that mean something to-" he began before Jack's words caught in a pause.
In his mind, he was putting an image of Blondie and the woman from the photo side by side before slowly overlapping them. As soon as that was done…
"HAAAH! HA HA HA HA! Y-Y-You, and Blondie's mom? Ah! HA HA HAH!"
"It's not funny!" Jack cried with a red face.
"You're right. It's not funny…" Junior said soberly. "It's fucking hilarious!"
"I had no way of knowing she was anyone's mom at the time, or that she'd even been a mom! I just assumed she was some random horny lady looking for a good lay!"
"What, you deal with those often?"
"YEEES!"
"Oh… Well, okay then…" he replied, not sure how to reply any farther than that.
" . . . "
"Sooo… how exactly did you two get involved?"
" . . . It happened a couple months ago on Orient in this middle-of-nowhere tavern. I was sitting there minding my own business when…"
*Past*
The bar doors swinging inward with a *BANG!*, the previous drunken tumult ground to a screeching halt.
Jack was familiar with the sudden tonal shift, though usually from the business end of it. While he'd slimmed himself down to save on energy and present a smaller target profile, it was his unseen presence which caused rooms to go quiet.
By the pacing of the foot falls on the wooden floor, it was obvious that whoever was striding through had nothing to worry about from the usual rabble. He used his sixth sense to peer behind him, and they weren't making any hostile moves toward him, though they were definitely making a beeline.
"You," came a woman's voice from a couple feet behind him.
Jack turning slowly on his stool, flexing his claws but keeping them hidden, the Faunus got his first good look at the woman who had everyone clamming up like oysters on shucking day.
The woman was tall and beautiful, her heart-shaped face utterly captivating, her hair the color of a moonless sky going down past her back, her eyes a bright, brilliant red. Her attire was loud and ostentatious, absolutely screaming "Huntress" with her black V-neck and red wrap-style top, black pleated skirt with matching shorts underneath, a series of beaded necklaces hanging around her neck; there was a red obi-style sash around her waist alongside a red tasset on her right hip decorated by a black pelt, a mecha-shift sheath at her opposite hip. Her forearms bore red armored gauntlets with black fingerless gloves, and her long legs were clad with black mid-thigh high boots that had armor plating with red splatter patterns and black heels.
In short, she was beautiful and dangerous, a good combination at the best of times, and a fatal one at the worst of them.
"Can I help you with something?" Jack inquired as he rose from his seat, smelling a certain… 'something' on the woman.
Not that he wanted to outright assume anything, but this wouldn't have been the first time his "animal magnetism" or whatever Humans called it, had gotten him something very bad, or very, very good~
The over/under was 50/50 on most days.
Those crimson-colored eyes raking down his form, appraising him, taking in every minute detail, by the time they had panned back up to eye level, his own jade eyes had become equally red as his guard went up. To the woman's credit, this only resulted in the most minor of facial tweaks, the ever-so-slightest widening of the eyes before her expression schooled itself.
Maybe she knew someone else with color-shifting eyes?
The rustling of armor and cloth was all the warning Jack needed to go for his weapons. Odachi of folded steel hissing through the air in a glorious arc like a half-moon, in a flash, steel met steel and then steel again as the great sword of Japanese make clashed with the flats of two collapsible tomahawks. Sparks skittering, bar patrons scarpering away, the twos' crimson eyes never left one another in the wake of their momentary exchange. Drunkards fleeing and barmen cowering, once steel grew silent, a wave of understanding passed between the two, the woman returning her blade to her revolving scabbard, Jack collapsing his tomahawks and returning them to his sides.
"So… Care to explain why you didn't follow through?" Jack asked once he was sure no second strike was forthcoming.
"Heard stories about you. Wanted to make sure you were actually 'you'."
"What, there pretenders running around for little ol' me?" Jack chuckled.
"More than you'd think," the woman replied, relaxing her stance.
"I see… And you were looking for me because…?"
"I have a job for you."
"Must be important if you're chopping randos' heads off."
"Who says I did this to anyone before?"
"That decapitating slice was a little too… practiced," Jack hummed once his thoughts had been organized. "Fast-enough to be genuine, compact-enough to be used indoors, strong-enough to make them regret wasting your time, but weak-enough it isn't unblockable and you don't kill the real 'me' by mistake."
"And what if you'd dodged it?"
"Then you'd have gone for that 'follow-up'."
" . . . Your senses are as sharp as they say."
The 'they' of course would've been those who'd hired him before, or those that'd been left to spread the good word. A lone survivor on occasion to tell people what a monster he is when threatened, was more-valuable than the short-term satisfaction of not leaving any bodies behind.
"Thank you. Now, about this job…"
"Hm. Come with me," she said turning on her heel and making for the stairs, Jack following apace behind her. The Faunus quirked a brow as the woman plucked a toothpick from an abandoned sandwich at seemingly random, but chose not to comment.
*Present*
"And that's what happened," Jack hummed.
He had, of course, ceased his verbal re-telling of events after Raven marched him toward the stairs. Everything between that and Raven leaping out the window the following morning had been a mental recollection kept to himself, revisited on recent lonely nights.
He had some modicum of class.
"What, you're not even going to get to the good part~?" Miltia chuckled, taking a seat next to his.
"I prefer not to kiss and tell."
"How about… tell and kiss?" the red-clad twin asked, pecking him on the cheek.
"I prefer not to discuss the sexcapades I'm currently ashamed of."
"What about the ones you aren't currently ashamed of?" Junior quipped, the Faunus letting out a low growl through grit teeth. "Hey, I'm just saying, you 'sticking it' to Blondie's mom is kinda funny; for me, at least~"
"Yeah, for you. I have to live with her. And her impressionable sister who just discovered 'boys'."
"Well, at least you don't have to tell her how her body works," Miltia hummed. " . . . You don't, right?"
"I wouldn't put it past her dad to gloss over the important details," Jack groaned.
"Ah, so…" Junior hummed once he'd gotten the last of his sniggering out of his system. "What're you going to tell her?"
"Oof, loaded question," Jack groaned, downing a bit more whiskey and ruminating on it before an answer came to him. "I'll tell her I've narrowed it down to a single continent… though a single continent by itself is still a pretty big place. And it's not like she can run off right now to hunt for her…" he conceded. "Not sure how the hell I'll tell her I fucked her mom… Or how I might end up comparing the two of them if we get intimate, 'cause now that I know, I can't un-know..."
"That sounds like the sort of thing you should keep to yourself."
"Oh trust me, I would very much prefer to take this to my grave… But no matter how I spin it, hiding this from her can only backfire horribly," he groaned, laying his head on the table. "You of all people should know how much damage secrets can cause if they crop up at the wrong moment."
Even if he didn't say anything to Yang other than 'hey, I found out where your mom lives', if Raven herself let something slip when they arrived (because there was no way in hell he was going to let her go into the lion's den alone), then Yang would know to some degree that he was acquainted with Raven more than he had let on.
And even if by some miracle they were able to find Raven, conduct their business, and leave with the same amount of blood in their bodies as when they had entered… that dirty little secret would always be there, and would cause more damage the longer it remained hidden; not unlike a cancer. Not to mention how Ruby would react to the fact that Jack screwed her sister's mom; let alone everyone else in his current circle of friends who knew to some degree that he was sexually active prior to enrolling in Beacon.
The only saving grace to be had was that Tai, Raven's assuming-ex-husband, didn't have any bullshit 'Sixth Sense' to let him know that he had boned his wife behind his back in the recent past after their first face-to-face meeting.
"So just out of curiosity… how was she~?" Junior inquired with a brow-waggle, Miltia leaning forward a little too.
Jack for his part kept his mouth shut, refusing to admit that Raven was some of the best he'd ever had… Recently…
Either the woman was a practiced hand in the carnal arts, or it had been a long, long time since she'd gotten any and all those pent-up frustrations had been solely directed at him.
"Damn, that good~?" the bartender asked, interpreting the silence as it being 'that good'.
"I plead the Fifth."
At this, Junior could only let out a long whistle.
"Shit, I don't know whether to be jealous, or to feel sorry for you~"
"Both. Both is good," the Faunus replied. "Anyway… Raven Branwen… What do you know about her?"
"What makes you think I know anything?"
"People don't say you 'know everything' for nothing. After all, 'the Spider's web stretches far and wide'," he recited.
" . . . "
Jack, slapping some Lien on the table, loosened Junior's tongue.
"I wasn't lying when I told Blondie 'I've never seen her before'..." Junior began, wiping down a glass. "Haven't been back home in a very long time, and the Branwen Tribe stay well into the heartland of Orient where no-one short a full Expeditionary Force can get to them."
"And you didn't think it prudent to share that information?" Jack asked looking around, the barest hints of Yang's temper tantrum still evident if you knew what to look for. It wasn't anything too major, just little minutiae that were slightly out-of-place for anyone that'd seen it both before and after.
That and had a Faunus' eye for low-light details.
"Hey, all she showed me was a picture, and a pretty crappy one at that," the bartender countered. "No name, no cash, no nothin'. And info's an expensive commodity; I don't shell out just cause a pretty broad tickles my pickle."
Just 'cause he wasn't into that sort of foreplay, didn't mean he didn't recognize money-making "talent" when he saw it. And god forbid Jack made her angry, cause then he'd be on the receiving end of Blondie's "Kung-Fu Grip".
It was like one of those sexual horror stories about "Sexbots Gone Wrong"...
"That's fair, I suppose," Jack shrugged. "I'd heard of the Branwens while I was overseas, but I have to know… Are they as bad as the rumors say?"
"As-bad if not worse," he said shaking his head.
"How much worse…?"
"They're one of the most-prolific bandit clans in recent memory; the sort of story you tell bratty kids will come 'get them' if they step out of line. They roll over an out-of-the-way village far from the trading lanes, loot, pillage, and kill enough people that they can't defend themselves anymore… and once the Grimm have had their turn, the Branwens swoop back into the burnt-out carcass and pinch anything not bolted down. And sometimes everything that is," he said, painting a pretty damning picture of those that Yang's mom associated with. "They're always moving, so no-one's been able to pin them down, and it doesn't help that whenever someone tries to give chase after a raid, they almost always seem to be able to pull a 'Peri Houdini'; the general consensus is they've got someone on retainer with a powerful space/time Semblance with how-quickly they seem to disappear at times. As far as Humans go, they aren't 'the worst of the worst', but they're still pretty damn bad news that no-one would mind 'fading into the night'."
"So not only did I make my teammate's mom go cross-eyed-"
"Noice~"
"Not literally!"
…Okay maybe a little literally.
"-but I also made a Bandit Queen go cross-eyed…" he said rubbing his eyes. "Damn, I really stuck my foot in it this time…"
"Only if that's her fetish," Miltia said with a sympathetic pat on the arm. "You know, it occurs to me that if Blondie actually brought some money, and a name… she'd have learned all this a lot sooner."
"Yeah, but would she have believed us?" Junior asked. "I did a little digging on Blondie pro bono after she tore up my club. Her dad and step-mom were Hunters, same as her real mom before she went AWOL. In all likelihood she'd have denied, denied, denied until the cows came home. And then we'd have been back at square one."
"The scary square," Jack huffed as he downed the rest of the bottle. "Well, it isn't like we can track the Branwens and make a round trip in just a week, so at the very least, I should be able to keep her in Vale until summer break, at least… Don't know what I'll do once she's off the leash, though."
"A road trip with Blondie? I do not envy you," Junior hummed shelving his glass. "Some of the younger blood might, but me… I prefer my girls a little less 'grabby' if you catch my drift."
"Fuck the road trip. Do you know how much of a slime ball I'm going to have to feel like for leading her by the nose on this? There's no way her dad doesn't know about this, and he's been keeping the truth from her her whole life. Maybe I should give the man a call and ask for a couple tips…"
*NEW WORLD*
A good while, many drinks, and a lot of self-loathing later…
"Huuuuugh…" Jack groaned resting his head on the counter.
"What's the matter? Frustrated?" Miltia asked rubbing his back.
"More than you could possibly imagine…"
How the hell is a hot-blooded guy like him supposed to get a moment's "privacy" living with four girls?
Sure, maybe two of them wouldn't mind him tending to his more… personal health-care practices… but the other half being "kid sister" archetypes outweighed the over/under; even if one of them did avidly read porn where everyone could see.
"Well…~ I think you and I both know just how… imaginative, I can be~" the red-clad girl cooed breathily into his ear, a pleasant shudder running up the Faunus' back.
"If you two are going to borrow a back room, clean up when you're done," Junior said nonchalantly.
When one of your enforcers wants to vent a little pent-up 'frustration', it isn't exactly something you tend to say 'no' to.
"Don't worry, we will~" Miltia said with a smile as she took Jack by the hand, leading him away. "Come on, you need this way more than I do. You're coiled up like a watch spring."
"Yeah, that… pretty much describes me to a T," he sighed, going along for the ride.
If Yang and/or Weiss had told him outright they didn't want him having sex with strange women "anymore", it'd be a lot easier to pull back from the enforcer's 'dark promise'. But apparently, the whole "ex-slave" thing had given them a bit of a complex on the issue, stacked on top of the fact that they weren't ready for that level of intimacy quite yet.
And that really irked him because deep down, a part of him actually wanted one or both of them to lay down the law, if only so he could delude himself into thinking that Jill would be less-ashamed of having a "sex fiend" like him for a big brother.
Maybe he'd played the "Slave Gladiator" card too early…?
Nah, even if Yang hadn't found out first, assuming every event after that fateful day in the showers remained unchanged, all that would change is that Weiss would've found out first.
Personally, he blamed Oobleck's graphic history books for them catching on so-quickly…
*NEW WORLD*
In the back of the Vault of Glass, right as the FWBs arrived, a door burst open and a handsome-looking man scrambling to put his pants back on was evicted courtesy of an immaculate white thigh-high boot with red lace-up detailing. Their owner stepping out a moment later, looked down at the evicted man with a combination of wrath and disappointment.
Jack had seen similar scenes enough times to know that the guy on the floor had talked a big game… but in the final hour wasn't able to deliver as-advertised...
The handsome-looking man scrambling down the hall as he caught sight of the other Malachite twin, the one who had been left disappointed raised her eyes to see who her sister had singled out, a low growl leaving her lips as she saw just who had come with her.
"Either cut the cord or don't."
"A pleasure to see you too," Jack replied dryly, taking in the slight rumpling-up of her clothing. "I guess he couldn't perform as-advertised?"
Melanie's silence spoke volumes.
" . . . We should go."
"Yeah, you'd better run."
"No," Miltia pouted putting her foot down. "You two have been at this long-enough. It was an honest mistake, and the two of you need to get over it."
"What are you-?!" Melanie cried as-
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just sick and tired of all your 'not another dud' speeches after work," Miltia said frog-marching her FWB and sister into the back room. "You don't even need to have sex with him, but if you two could just talk for a little while and sort things out, it'd be greatly appreciated."
*Thump!*
" . . . "
" . . . "
" . . . I'm sorry for trashing your room. And for the thing with your sister in said room," Jack said making his way to the room's singular piece of furniture.
"Really? That's your opening line!?"
"Well you certainly didn't have anything better!"
As a matter of fact, Melanie did not…
" . . . "
"It was never about race, you know."
"Really? That's your opening line?" Jack echoed ironically as bed springs creaked under his weight.
"Hey, it's better than nothing, alright!" the strong-willed girl demanded.
"So if it wasn't a race thing, what was it about? That I rutted your sister in your room by accident? Because in my defense, the décor was incredibly misleading."
" . . . I was the one who had to teach her how to flirt with boys when we started getting interested in them," Melanie began after a long pause. "She was such a shy little thing, using those big pointy claws of hers to keep people at arm's length, and then you came along and… and… The two of you always had so much fun together whereas I kept getting all the flops, so when I saw the look on her face… I guess I was just… jealous…" she said through grit teeth as she flattened out her combat skirt.
" . . . When your sister implied you were secretly into me that one time, I thought she was joking," Jack replied after a moment.
"She told you that?!" she rounded on him with a red face, flush with both anger and embarrassment.
"In about as many words."
"I can't believe she told you that…!" the white-clad twin muttered furiously under her breath.
"I can't believe she was telling the truth," the Faunus replied, seeing her in a new light.
The two of them may have been twins, but on the inside they couldn't be any more different. As long as he'd known Melanie, she was cold and standoffish, a bit of a bitch, but getting to see this vulnerable side of her…
" . . . I don't know if I'm really 'into you' or just the 'idea' of you," Melanie returned after a moment, running her fingers through her hair. "Maybe skipping the whole 'friends first' stage… wasn't the best idea… but I just couldn't stand the idea of being just another 'fuck buddy' to you, and you getting to bang 'twins' seemed a little derivative to me."
"So taking random pretty boys to the back is better?"
"As you obviously witnessed, it was not."
"I see…"
" . . . So what's school like?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not dumb or anything, it's just… Why go to school to train for a career when you can skip the middleman?" she asked aloud. "I'm not sure why you of all people wanted to go. You're good at what you do, and you're never expected to do it for free, but actually going to school five days a week… Your cashflow has to have been ground to a halt, right?" she inquired. "I guess when Miltia found out you were going to be here for the next four years…"
" . . . Just because I'm good at what I do, doesn't mean I can't improve myself further," Jack answered after a moment. "Sure, I'm about as smart as any high school grad on-paper, but if I'm going to grow up into a well-rounded, responsible, and respected person who people will actually fall in line behind… I need more on my resume than- 'Kicks ass real good'. If I'm going to fight for Faunus rights out in the open, where the fighting matters… I need the influence that comes with being a 'college grad'. Having a Headmaster in my back pocket wouldn't hurt either."
" . . . Do you have fun?"
"It had its ups and downs…" Jack admitted, thinking back to the asshole teammates he almost buried under the rose bushes. "But yeah. Yeah, every day is… a lot of fun," the Faunus said with a smile. "Maybe… I even found love along the way, as surprising as that is," he said scratching his cheek.
"Hm. I was wondering what this splash of color was about," she said tugging the infinity scarf around his neck. " . . . A part of me is worried you've ruined Miltia for other men."
"Well, I am a hard act to follow~" the Faunus grinned as he oozed confidence.
"Jaaack…!" Melanie pouted.
"Melanie, your sister can have any guy she wants. Or girl, I won't judge. But the fact is… just because she's a little wild with a 'bad boy' like me in her teen years, doesn't mean it's always going to be that way," Jack assuaged. "Someday, she's going to meet a really great guy/girl who'll make her forget all about me. But until that day comes… there isn't anything necessarily wrong between two consenting adults performing 'late night cardio'. Villages great and small vanish without a trace every day, and even entire Kingdoms pulled a 'Peri Houdini' because of one thing or another."
" . . . I'd be a hypocrite if I said I found something wrong with the lifestyle. It's just… she's my sister, and I don't want her to have to do… 'this', forever you know," she said idly gesturing to the building around them. "Is it so wrong of me to want her to be happy as a stay-at-home mom, with a couple nieces or nephews on her lap for me to spoil?"
"No. No, I think that's really beautiful," Jack said with a smile that turned Melanie's insides to mush. "Huh. Guess this 'talk' really did help. In one sitting, my opinion of you completely changed," he said with a satisfied hum. "Someday, you'll find that special someone too, and he or she's going to rock your world every night~"
"Maybe…" Melanie hummed to herself. "But for tonight…!"
"Whoa!" Jack yelped as he was thrown onto the center of the bed, springs creaking as Melanie pounced, straddling him with a pleasantly-familiar hunger in her gaze.
"Tonight, you're going to learn where my Spider tattoo is…~" she told him with lidded eyes, cheeks flushed as she strip-teased the white feather scarf from her neck.
"Is it on your ankle?" he asked causing Melanie to stop cold.
" . . . Lucky guess…" she said trying to regain her rhythm, feather scarf sliding off the bed and onto the floor. "You know, since you're still in your school uniform…~" she cooed eyeing his black, gold-lined suit and button-up shirt. "What say you give me some… after-school lessons~"
" . . . I think that can be arranged~" he replied with his most-disarming smile before he took Melanie by the shoulders and reversed their positions, her long hair flaring out like a halo beneath her, the Faunus' eyes shifting to golden amber as he eyed the delicate curve of her exposed neck. "You know… if it weren't for the eyeliner, you'd be a dead ringer for your sister."
" . . . Really? You're really bringing up my sister when you're in bed with me?"
"Hey, she's the one who shoved us into the closet for 'seven minutes of heaven'."
"Well here's hoping you last longer than 'seven minutes'~"
"The real question is, can you last longer than that~?"
"Why don't you get down here and find out?" she crooned, beckoning him with a finger.
"Maybe I will~" he replied, leaning in as though to steal a kiss.
*NEW WORLD*
Outside meanwhile, Miltia's cheeks were practically the color of her dress, the younger twin reflecting on how things had escalated while doing her idle best not to imagine what was going on in the room behind her.
At first the two of them had just talked; the heart-to-heart she always wanted them to have so the three of them could be in the same room together without sparks flying between them in the not-sexy-fun way. When things got a little saucy however, the sound of bed springs creaking through the door, Melanie mewling in a tone weirdly-similar to her own love-making, Miltia realized that maybe she should've had them play 'seven minutes of heaven' after she'd scratched her own itch…
She'd deny it until the cows came home, but babysitting Hiroshi for the Eraser duo, Bullet & Francesca, made her wonder what a half-and-half clone of her and Jack would look like.
"Well… At least she won't have anything to complain about tonight…" she muttered to herself, imagining Melanie using her strong legs to forcefully draw Jack deep inside of her, the two's pelvises meeting with the force of a back-alley brawl. The Faunus didn't have a 'monster cock' like in all the fantasies people posted on the dark corners of the Interweb, but at the very least, Jack was 'above average' in that regard.
Or at least she assumed.
One time she'd seen him use Senjutsu to hulk out to the size of a professional bodybuilder and literally tower over those that were taller than his "base form", but she'd never been brave-enough to ask him to try that out in the bedroom.
She had no idea if everything scaled to match when he did that.
*CRASH!*
"Hopefully Jack won't ruin other men for her either…" she thought idly even as her normally-standoffish sister succumbed to the Faunus' 'pelvic sorcery', the sound of breaking furniture and slapping flesh tuned out as she looked down at her watch.
*NEW WORLD*
AN:
To be fair… Yang gave Junior absolutely… nothing to work with in the Yellow Trailer.
I mean sure, a picture is worth "a thousand words", but at the very least, it should've come with one word; like her freakin' name! Two words for the surname if she were feeling "generous".
Something had always bugged me about the whole thing, and it wasn't that Tai could've told her at any time. Re-watching the Yellow Trailer just… synched it for me, how Yang had forgotten something really fucking important when dealing with an Info Broker, is all.
Name notwithstanding, that "something" was the god-damn money!
But wait… There's more on Archive of Our Own, courtesy of myself with a bit of help from Soleneus (also on this site)! So if you're interested in this chapter with a little something "extra" *nudge*nudge*wink*, head on over to my AO3 account (same PenName) and you'll find the "Uncut" version of this chapter there.
And if you do happen to stop by, leave some comments in the Reviews section. Every little bit helps me refine my craft.
Until next time.
Which is right now because this is a double-release!
But before that, a little something extra you won't find on AO3~
*OMAKE*
"Godspeed, you magnificent bastard," Jack said as he stared himself in the mirror,
Or more specifically, at the magnificent beard he was about to dispose of.
"I don't see why you don't like it, Weiss. It makes Jack look like a-"
"LUMBERJACK! Boom! Said it!" Yang cut in.
"Yes, that…" Ruby deadpanned.
"If he were a bit older I might like it, but right now it just makes him look… scruffy," the heiress said making the face she made when she learned Ruby had taken in a new teammate without consulting her.
"So you have a thing for older men~?" Yang grinned.
"N-No! Of course not!" the heiress denied. "I just think beards look more-distinctive on an older gentleman!" she deflected. "Besides, as Jack is now, that beard is wearing him instead of the other way around."
"I suppose that's one way of looking at it," Ruby hummed.
"Um, guys?"
"Yes, Blake?"
"Is Jack shaving with an axe?" the closet Faunus blinked, the girls rushing over to the doorframe to see that Jack had slathered his face with shaving cream and was in the process of cleaning his face with the blade of his shotgun/axe.
" . . . "
" . . . ?"
" . . . !"
"Awesome~"
"NORA! When the heck'd you get in here?!" Ruby yelped at the intruder.
"Just came to see the show," Nora hummed appreciatively as the Faunus shaved that magnificent beard from his face in what was arguably the most-manly way ever.
Of all time.
"Wait, are you recording this?!" Weiss squawked pointing at the girl's Scroll.
"You never know when you'll need a video recording of a handsome teenager shaving with an axe head."
"I mean… she isn't wrong~" Blake tittered, Weiss shooting her a look.
"Well, at least he's getting rid of that thing," Yang shrugged.
"So what's your excuse for making him shave?" the heiress asked.
"I just don't want him to get hair in my-"
"Stop, stop, you've said enough."
"-soup."
"That is not what you were about to say and you know it."
"I wonder how I'd look with a beard."
"What the- How do you people keep getting in here?!" Weiss squawked at Jaune.
'Making it reeeeally hard to concentrate…' Jack mused to himself as he shaved his magnificent facial hair.
Not that he'd ever put a beard before smooching a pretty heiress.
Not after what happened last time.
Was there a "last time"?
Thoughts for another day, he supposed.