"What happened with Blake?" Li asked casually, as if he hadn't just spent the last hour and half railing her defiant pussy. Her lithe, toned body rested against his chest, their skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat as they both fought to catch their breath.

His cock weakly flexed against her hip, not quite soft but no longer hard like steel. A mixture of their cum leaked from her abused slit, puffy and red from their vigorous fucking, a sticky trail oozing on his thigh. The room reeked of their coupling, and it was hot, yet Jaune was too lazy to get up and open the window.

Nora and Pyrrha had decided to give them some alone time, and it was time well spent.

"We talked," Jaune confessed after a moment, taken aback by the sudden question.

She traced a nail across his abs. "Just talked?"

"And I guess we hugged a little bit," Jaune added.

Li laughed softly. "She didn't try to kiss you?"

"I thought she was about to kiss me – but no, she didn't," he denied. "She just wanted to talk – about, you know, all of this. About how she feels."

"So she finally came clean?"

Jaune nodded, shifting slightly to adjust his hold on her waist, loving how her sweaty, overheated skin felt against his own.

"She wanted to know how I felt about her."

Li turned her head so she could meet his eyes, chin resting on his chest. "And?"

"I told her the truth."

Li pinched him lightly but it was enough, causing him to jump.

"I told her that I like her," he elaborated. "That I think she is amazing, talented and beautiful."

Her smile was impish, and it reminded Jaune more of Nora. "I bet she liked that."

"She wants to wait for her heat," Jaune revealed. "Before – uh, anything happens."

"Before having sex with you," Li confirmed, looking away and nuzzling her cheek against him. Her ribbed, curled horns brushed the underside of his chin. "She wants to feel the bliss of her body's greatest wish being fulfilled at the apex of her desire and want of it. Blake is a greedy girl – we all are."

That was one way of putting it.

"You made Pyrrha very happy, Jaune," she continued, tickling the fine blond hairs below his belly button. "I've never seen her this giddy in all the time we've known her."

Li spoke the truth. Pyrrha was walking on clouds, and it was visible to those that didn't even know her that well. She was already a polite, well meaning girl that had time for everyone, even those that could be a little pushy. Now she walked around with a megawatt smile – and it was clear who put it there.

There was the expected envy and jealousy, of course. But over the last couple of days, Jaune had been approached by a couple of people to congratulate him. It was a little ridiculous, treating his – uh, bedding of Pyrrha as if it was some type of sport and he'd won the championship, but they appeared genuinely happy for them, so Jaune was left feeling a little bewildered.

Pyrrha Nikos was well liked at Beacon, and not just because of her prior fame.

Cardin even slapped him on the back, despite having previously warned him about how messy this whole situation could become – and in spite of his opinions on faunus. Sky was still staring at him like he'd kicked his puppy, though. That wasn't about to change anytime soon – or ever.

"I could do without all the media attention," Jaune sighed.

It didn't take them long to discover who he was, his name, and a whole host of other things.

That first article was just that; the first. It was far from the last, and new columns were being written and published daily about Pyrrha's new 'boy toy'. That was what one magazine had called him. Another had less than stellar words to describe him, all but saying that Pyrrha was dating down and he should enjoy the ride while it lasted because it wouldn't be forever.

Jaune already knew he was batting way above his level but did they really have to say it so bluntly?

The internet was having a collective meltdown about it, and with the Inter-School Championship imminent, Jaune just knew that things were about to get even crazier. Media from all around the world were going to be in attendance. Beacon was a good shield against all the scrutiny but she would soon be opening her doors and inviting the world in. When that happened, there would be no hiding from it.

He wasn't looking forward to that.

If they found out that he was already with Li and Nora, how were they going to take that piece of information? And that was before he took Team RWBY into consideration.

"Nora's been trawling through forum posts about the two of you," Li teased, greatly amused by it all. "They've even got a shipping name for you two. Want to know what it is?"

"Please, no," Jaune begged. "I really don't."

"Arkos," she sang.

Jaune frowned. "What? How does that make any – oh," it suddenly clicked. They'd just merged their two last names together. "Uh – huh."

"Isn't it cute?" Li pressed her lips to his skin in a quick kiss. "I want a cute shipping name."

"Really?" Jaune asked dryly.

"Aren," Li scoffed as soon as she said it, disgusted with herself. "Liaune. Rec."

"Stop."

"Our names don't blend very well," Li pouted. "This is unfair."

This silly side of her was something that was a recent development but Jaune found it rather endearing. Another recent development was her filthy mouth. Had she always been like this, deep down, but had suppressed it? Perhaps her semblance had something to do with it, the numbing of emotions.

The contrast between her cool, refined stoicism and this more open, free speaking girl was vast.

"I guess we aren't suited to be together," Li faux sighed. "What will I do now?"

Hauling her up until her thighs fell either side of his hips, he sealed their lips together and stole her breath. Hands skimming down her toned back, he cupped the swells of her lovely ass and squeezed. Li moaned as their tongues dueled wetly, lips smacking as Jaune devoured her before pulling away, leaving her panting and wanting more.

"Don't say that," he told her, giving her butt another squeeze.

She smirked. "If you reply like that every time, maybe I'll say it every day."

Jaune went to kiss her again when his scroll began vibrating on the bedside table, almost falling off. He managed to catch it just before it did, pulling it open.

"It's Yang," he said, showing Li. "Should I answer?"

"Of course you answer," she flicked his nipples, making him flinch from the sharp almost-pain. "Go on."

He made sure that when he answered, the video function remained disabled.

"Hey Yang," he said. "What's up?"

"...are you busy?"

When Jaune looked at his girlfriend, Li shook her head as she continued to toy with his nipples, not quite pinching them.

"Uh – no, I'm free. Do you need me for something?"

There was a long stretch of silence.

"Can you meet me in the gym?"

Her voice was strange. Not cold, exactly. Just short.

Was she angry?

"Uh – yeah, I can," when Li leaned forward to bite his left pectoral, her silken hair slid across his skin. It was very ticklish, making him squirm as she nipped at his skin, suckling until it reddened and then purpled. "Um – er, how about in twenty minutes?"

"...see you there."

Then she hung up.

Jaune stared at his scroll, confused. "What was that about?'

"Mmmwah," Li pulled her mouth off him, admiring the small love bite she'd left behind. "I think she wants to speak to you."

"I gathered that much."

"Like Blake did," Li hinted.

"Oh."

Li grabbed his half-flaccid shaft and gave it a shake. "Good luck."

"Yeah, thanks."

Jaune made sure to shower before throwing on some gym gear. They had about an hour until dinner, so whatever this talk was about, since it was happening at the gym, they were no doubt going to get a workout in. Perhaps the location should have clued him in but it wasn't until he was standing across from Yang in her spandex shorts and sports bra, a pair of gloves bouncing off his face after she threw them at him that he realized what was about to happen.

"Put those on, we're having a spar," she commanded.

This was the old Yang that exuded nothing but confidence, her lilac eyes watching him as he hastily pulled on the fingerless gloves. This wasn't anything like the training they engaged in last time. Jaune could tell at just a glance that she was rearing for a fight.

And Jaune was to be the object she vented her frustration upon.

...maybe he should have turned her down and stayed in bed with Li.

Too late now.

Jaune watched as she threw a few punches, her fists blurring as she danced side to side, body light and limber. Yang shook out her arms, her wings bristling behind her back. Her beautiful blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail.

He hastily pulled on his gloves.

Lilac eyes burned into him, her nose twitching. "Looks like you've been having a good afternoon."

He didn't answer, rotating his wrists as he prepared himself. Hand to hand combat was not his forte. He might be bigger than she was with longer reach, but this was her wheelhouse. Jaune was well acquainted with just how hard she could hit.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Not really," he attempted to joke but she looked unimpressed.

She pounded her gloves together, creating a loud, crisp smack. "Ready?"

Okay, she wasn't playing around.

Jaune sighed, raising his fists. "Yeah, ready."

Yang exploded from her standing position with force, her overhand right cracking against his forearms as he brought them together to block. Jaune felt his arms shudder from the impact, his aura flaring in protection. He stepped back to bleed off some of the power, planting his back foot and attempting to counter.

His fist was easily avoided, Yang tilting her head to the side before she grasped his arm, spinning so her back and hip aligned with his torso. By the time Jaune realized his mistake, it was too late and with a swooping sensation in his stomach, he was hauled off his feet and thrown to the mat. He grunted as he was slammed against the floor, the wind driven from his lungs.

Yang released his arm and stepped back, hands on hips. "You can do better than that."

Jaune slowly got to his feet.

"Here I come," she said, and again, she blurred forward.

He didn't try to block this time, stepping aside and avoiding her fist entirely. Yang followed him, almost like she was stalking prey, jabbing at his face before unleashing a monster hook to the body that he just barely managed to dodge. Those amazing combination punches he had so admired before were now things to fear, and soon, Jaune was all but running to avoid getting pummeled.

"Stay still and fight me," Yang ordered, Jaune covering his left side so her fist glanced off his elbow. Even though it was just a glancing blow, his aura activated to protect him.

He had no hope in hell at winning this bout with striking. Yang was an elite striker, and the few times he attempted to retaliate with a punch, she cracked him with a vicious counter punch. The latest one dug in deep, rattling his ribs. It almost blasted him off his feet, the resulting sound cracking like a gunshot.

Jaune grunted as he stumbled, ducking as a follow up passed above his head. It was so close he felt his hair shift.

No, there was no way he could throw with her.

Grappling was his only option.

Pyrrha and Nora had both taught him the ins and outs of grappling with an opponent, utilizing leverage and size, capitalizing on an opponent who was off balance. He wasn't as good as either of them at it, but he doubted that it was something Yang was well versed in either. Jaune had never seen her wrestle an opponent yet, only ever utilizing throws like the one she'd hit him with. She was much more comfortable using her fists.

But he needed an opening.

Her hands were constantly in motion, blurring as she jabbed and weaved, stepping in to deliver punishing blows. Jaune tanked what he could on his arms while he moved backwards, conceding ground. He observed how she moved, watching for patterns, much like he did with Blake. He quickly saw that Yang had a tendency to slide her foot before setting it, lunging in.

She almost never used her legs, either. It wasn't that she didn't know how to kick. It was just that she didn't prefer to.

Jaune needed to go low and take her down.

But first, he needed that opening. He needed to frustrate her.

So that is what he focused on, backing up, avoiding, taking what hits he could on the outside of his arms, protecting his head and body. Jaune gave up entirely on throwing punches, and it wasn't long until her annoyance was clearly visible.

"Stop backing up," she growled. "Stand your ground."

He feinted as if he was going to listen to her words, tensing as if he were about to throw a punch. Yang readied herself but then he continued to back up and circle to the right, her brow furrowing.

"Fight me!"

"I am," he finally said.

"All you're doing is running away."

"Your fists are scary."

"I didn't know you were such a coward," she attempted to goad him. "You were eager to show off against Sky, where is that now? I thought you were a man."

"I like my face how it is, thanks."

Her next punch was lightning fast, and Jaune rocked back as his forearms took the brunt of the assault.

"Stop messing around," she scowled. "Fight me. Show me why you're – just show me what you've got!"

Jaune feinted again, setting his feet, and when Yang tensed, he backed up once again.

"Jaune!" she snapped. "Attack me!"

"No."

Yang glared at him, furious. "You bastard. Stand up for yourself!"

She advanced on him, darting to cut him off as he tried to circle to her right again. Jaune covered up as she unleashed a flurry of powerful punches, arms pistoning with technique and strength.

"You infuriating ass," she hissed, hitting him harder, faster. Her eyes glinted red, bleeding over. "Do you enjoy toying with me?"

Jaune tried to find his opening but her assault was relentless, his aura doing its best to protect his arms. One slipped through and cracked him on the jaw, and he saw stars, almost tripping over his own feet as he tried to create space.

"You've been rubbing my face in it on purpose, haven't you? Saying all those sweet things to me, acting like you care, putting Sky in his place – only to fuck everyone else but me!"

Jaune almost dropped his hands but he was glad he didn't, another punch taking him on the shoulder.

"You even fucked Li before coming here, I can smell her all over you," she seethed, her face a mask of fury. "You like taunting me with it, don't you? Do you laugh about it when you're alone. Look at Yang, so desperate for my attention. Lets throw her a bone to keep her interested!"

Jaune suddenly understood what was going on.

She was going into heat.

They'd mentioned that bird faunus had particularly potent heat, and he could see that on display. She was in a true fury, her eyes burning crimson, and when her hair began to spark, threatening to ignite, Jaune knew that this was serious.

Yang was pissed.

This wasn't the increased aggression that Li displayed. This was actual anger.

"Do you want me or not?" she hissed. "Are you man enough to take it? Or are you going to keep running away?"

Jaune went for another feint but this time, Yang didn't buy it.

It wasn't a feint at all.

Jaune went low, throwing all of his weight behind it. His shoulder took her at the waist, his arms locking around her legs as he lifted her off the ground. Yang gave a shout of surprise as he hauled her effortlessly into the air, and then with a twist of his body, he tipped her over and drove her back into the mat.

Yang gasped as the air was driven from her lungs, her head bouncing off the ground. Jaune quickly transitioned into a full mount, using his size and weight to hold her down. For a brief moment, he was worried about her wings, trapped beneath the both of them but then she started thrashing like a hellcat, kicking, attempting to punch him in the face.

She managed to hit him three times – once on the nose, the other two right in the eye – before he managed to grab her wrists and pin her down. Yang bucked wildly, her hair exploding in flame, and Jaune had to activate his own semblance to continue holding her, her strength overwhelming.

This was the second member of Team RWBY he had pinned, but unlike Blake, Yang fought tooth and nail to dislodge him. Jaune leaned his head back as she attempted to headbutt him, fingers tightening around her wrists, so hard that it would surely bruise. He felt her knees attempt to strike him in the lower back, and when that didn't work, she attempted to wiggle out by kicking her feet away from them, and using the momentum to try drag her body through his legs.

"Get off me," she screamed.

"I thought you wanted me to fight back," he taunted.

They weren't alone in the gym. Jaune could feel eyes on them as they wrestled for control. That slip in concentration was all Yang needed, her body contorting until her legs threaded under his arms, until she was bent almost completely in half – and then she straightened out, forcing him up. The world spun, and Jaune wheezed as he slammed into the ground, Yang looming above him.

Yang was kneeling with his shoulders pinned between her calves and thighs, her crotch almost on his face. Jaune stared up the line of her magnificent body, her large breasts heaving as she panted, her spandex shorts cupping her vulva aggressively. Being so close, he couldn't ignore it.

Camel toe.

A musky scent tickled his nose, the scent of a woman mixed with her simple deodorant. Her plump thighs tensed as she sat down on him, body bent back slightly since he still had his iron hold on her wrists.

"Did you really think you could pin me down for long," she said smugly.

He was trapped. Jaune knew he could probably get out of this hold if he leveraged his feet against the floor and pushed into a bridge. It would take some strength to do but with his semblance, it was possible.

But he didn't.

"You've got me," he conceded. "Now what?"

Yang stared down at him. "What do you mean?"

Jaune smiled. "What are you going to do with me?"

It was clear that she didn't know what to do next, staring dumbly at him. Jaune chuckled.

"You have me at your mercy. This is why you invited me here, right?"

She remained silent.

"You can do whatever you want with me," he then made a show of looking around, turning his head. "Though probably not here."

It wouldn't be long until the rest of the school knew about what happened here. That was going to be bad enough. Yang hadn't been quiet. They'd surely heard what she'd been saying, at least some of it.

"I – you – you're at my mercy," she said lamely.

Jaune nodded best he could. "You've got me."

"I've got you."

"Yeah. So what are you going to do, Yang?"

There was something charming about a Yang who was off balance, her vaunted self-confidence fleeing her. Her crimson eyes faded back into gentle lilac, and her hair fizzled out, no longer aflame. She stared down at him and he met her eyes, holding them.

"What am I going to do?" she asked.

"Yeah. What are you going to do?"

He released his hold on her wrists, letting his hands fall to the ground. She straightened up, shifting her weight, and seemed to finally realize the position she had him in. Jaune watched the blood rush into her cheeks, her neck and cleavage turning bright red. But she didn't move.

"What do you want me to do?" she tried to deflect.

"Whatever makes you happy," he replied instantly.

Her lips pressed into a firm line. "Whatever makes me happy?"

"What do you want, Yang?" he pressed. "Tell me."

She finally broke eye contact, turning her face away as she looked down.

"I – do you – I want," she stumbled over her words. Jaune could feel her body tremble, and he saw her hands curl into fists. "I – Jaune…"

Carefully, he moved his hands above his stomach and began removing his gloves.

"Tell me how you feel, Yang."

He waited patiently. Even though her face was turned away from him, Jaune could imagine the turmoil playing out. Yang was a proud girl; she wasn't used to being on the back foot. She may have him pinned but Jaune was on the offensive.

"How I feel?"

"I want to know."

"Do you?" she asked sharply. "Do you really want to know?"

"I do. Of course I do."

Her legs flexed and suddenly, she wasn't sitting on him any more. Her crotch passed above his face and he got one hell of a view, her plump undercarriage cupped aggressively by her shorts. Then she stood up, allowing Jaune to regain his feet.

Yang hugged herself, looking extremely vulnerable. All of her anger and aggression had bled out, leaving behind an unsure young woman. Her breathing was a little uneven, her heat no doubt surging through her, her blood hot, calling for her to mate. She was likely still in the early stages. Unlike Li or Pyrrha, who had been right in the middle of their heats, having been holding back or fighting against his denseness, Yang was only just tipping over.

If she was already this worked up at the beginning, how would she be after a few days of going unsatisfied?

It didn't look like she was going to answer, and so he spoke instead.

"You asked me if I wanted you," he began and he saw her tense. "And the truth is – I do."

You could cut the air with a knife, the tension thick. At his declaration, he saw her wings bristle, the feathers shifting together to create a unique sound.

"You're an amazing girl, Yang. You're beautiful and outspoken, and you don't care if your jokes are bad, you'll tell them anyway. I love being around you. I have so much fun whenever you're around. I know that standing up to Sky, doing what I did – it means more to faunus. I didn't do that because I wanted your attention. I did it because you're my friend and I didn't appreciate the way he was acting towards you. You deserve respect and I know there are things going on that I can't fully understand. I'm only human. But I'm not displeased if it made you desire me, in some way, even if that hadn't been my goal."

Jaune was conscious of the other gym goers. He made sure to say all of this as evenly as he could but some of the faunus around them would be able to hear every word on account of their extra ears. He couldn't do anything about that. It would have been better to have this conversation elsewhere but it was too late.

He would just have to live with the consequences.

If they were about to do what he thought they were about to do, then it wasn't as if they all wouldn't know about it in short order anyway.

There was no hiding any of this in the long run. It was impossible.

So Jaune would embrace it.

"I know this isn't exactly normal, even among faunus – but Li and Nora, they've been very understanding. Pyrrha… isn't the only one they are willing to share with."

"...stop," she said softly.

"Yang," he ignored her plea. "If you want me, in any way – then I'm here. As a friend, as a lover – as something more, I'm willing to be that for you."

"Jaune…" she warned.

"So tell me what you want," he said firmly. "Tell me – and I'll accept it, whatever it is."

When she faced him, Jaune almost took a step back. Her eyes were blown wide, only a small ring of lilac surrounding her enlarged pupils. Her wings suddenly extended to their full width, flaring out in a breathtaking display. Her sharp nails appeared even more dangerous, elongated, and her blonde tresses puffed up, the feathers threaded within bristling.

She didn't answer with words.

Storming towards him, she seized him by his tank top, her nails almost shredding it as she hauled him in and smashed their lips together, kissing him with every ounce of passion and emotion she contained, right down to her soul.

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