The worst of Li's heat was behind them now but while she was no longer consumed by her biological need to breed, her affection for him had only grown. Where once they might hold hands in public or share a simple, short kiss, Li was now willing to push the envelope much, much further. Sometimes it was just making out whenever it caught her fancy, her tongue eagerly slipping into his mouth as she pulled him into an unused room. Sometimes it was just sitting in his lap at meal times, wiggling her butt back and forth until he was beyond bricked.

And then sometimes it was more.

Fondling him in public was now something she wasn't beyond doing. More than once, she had slipped her slender hand into his back pocket to squeeze his ass. Other times, she hadn't even bothered with a pocket and grabbed his cock and balls, giving them a tender massage. It wasn't just relegated to her touching him, either. Li was more than willing to take his hand and slip it under her skirt or flash her panties, or even allow him to play with her little breasts.

Jaune couldn't say he hated this new, amorous side to his girlfriend. Even if she was prone to giving him heart attacks. Thankfully, the saving grace here was that she was pretty sneaky. Li was incredibly skilled at picking her moments and they'd only been caught a few times by a wandering eye when she engaged in some of the more raunchy displays of affection.

They hadn't had sex again since their first time. For whatever reason, she hadn't pushed for it and Jaune had been fine with allowing her to take her time, but sex was just the final, ultimate prize. There were a lot of other things they could do.

And did.

"Fuck, Li," Jaune groaned as his fingers tightened in her silky hair, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. Her inexperienced mouth slurped at him vigorously, her tongue writhing against the underside of his length as she attempted to swallow him whole. "That feels so good."

Inexperienced as she may be, she more than made up for it in her eagerness. Her lips tightened around his shaft, sucking powerfully as she moved up his length before plunging back down, his crown curved against the roof of her mouth. Pleasure pooled in his balls, hot and heavy, his cock throbbing happily.

They were in the shower, though the water had been shut off as she attacked his dick with gusto. Saliva dripped from her chin and his balls, her own hands moving furiously between her slick thighs, fingering her snatch with loud, wet smacks. Her musky arousal filled the air, clogging his nose, his brain sluggish as he inhaled her scent.

"We've got class," he attempted to remind her. Pulling up his dick until only his glans remained seated in her molten mouth, she lashed the tip with her tongue, swiping it back and forth before slurping off the end of him with a loud, echoing pop.

His cock flexed and smacked her across the face, smearing salvia and pre-cum on her nose and cheek.

"We've got class," she parroted, her voice dark, dripping with lust. Her hands moved faster, face twisting in rapture. "Mmm – we've got class~! Mmng – you better hurry up and cum, then. I want to taste it."

She chased his dick with her tongue, lapping at it as it bounced around. She finally caught it with her lips, suckling on the ridge of his crown before working his cock back into her scorching mouth. Jaune groaned as she swallowed him again, thrusting down until she nearly choked on him.

When she climaxed around her pumping fingers, her moans rumbled through his shaft, her eyes rolling in pleasure as she sucked harder. It felt like she was going to vacuum his glans right off the end of his dick, cheeks caving in aggressively. Jaune felt that knot of pressure waver in the base of his length, abs tensing in anticipation.

Then her sodden, arousal slick hands were on him, jerking off his cock as she focused her mouth on his tip and he was cumming, blasting fat, hot ropes of semen into her mouth as she furiously swallowed, siphoning his load straight from his heaving balls.

Jaune almost collapsed, his legs shaking as she continued to suck him off through his orgasm, his hands leaving her head to slap against the shower wall to keep himself upright. Li sucked until his soul threatened to leave his body, and Jaune was forced to pull his cock from her greedy mouth.

"Holy shit," he panted, still hard and throbbing as she moaned, opening her mouth. His pearlescent discharge coated her tongue thickly and he watched as she swallowed it to join the rest already seated deep in her stomach, her eyes hazy.

"Mmm, it's so warm," she whimpered, tongue licking at her lips. "So thick. It's coating my throat, it's hard to breathe."

Another time, it was the opposite way around, Jaune's head buried between her slender thighs as he ate her pussy with a ravenous hunger. Li sung sweetly, her back arched as she aggressively pinched and mauled her tight, pointed nipples, her belly quaking as he slurped at her clitoris.

"Jaune~!" she cried, legs kicking out over his shoulders as he shook his head back and forth. His tongue licked her from her clutching, twitching entrance, up across her urethra, tickling it until she sobbed before circling her clit. His lips plucked at her labia, peeling them apart, his fingers cradling her plump, shapely butt as she threatened to fly off his shoulders at any moment. "Ooooh, Jaune~! Nnnggh – you're going to make me cum~!"

That only drove him on, sucking at her quim harder, using his nose to stroke her sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue plunged into her tightening hole, wriggling inside her and lapping up her gushing arousal. Her pungent girl cum filled his mouth, her taste robbing him of sense. At any moment, their team could walk through their door but he didn't care, rubbing his erection against the mattress of Li's bed.

When she climaxed, her whole body bowed, her mons smacking him in the face as she nearly bucked him off but Jaune would not be denied. Latching on with his mouth, he licked and sucked and slurped her shattering pussy as Li writhed, her moans of ecstasy becoming screams of beautiful agony, her face crumpling as he extended her orgasm with relentless movements of his tongue.

When it was over, she was reduced to a quivering, mewling mess and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull down his pants and drive his cock into her too-sensitive, recently-cumming pussy but was forced to hold back because the fact that they hadn't been interrupted yet was a miracle.

So yeah, they were doing everything but having sex at this point. It was only a matter of time before they took the plunge and went all the way once again.

Li was luckily on birth control so it meant she wouldn't be getting pregnant. The amount of times he'd blown his load inside her would have ensured insemination if she'd hadn't been. Jaune had no excuse for not thinking about it but he'd just fallen completely under Li's spell that first time, matching her lustful frenzy with his own.

They weren't ready for children. They were trying to become Huntsmen.

Maybe in the future.

Some people might think Jaune was getting ahead of himself since she was his first girlfriend so he shouldn't be thinking about a potential life with her but he was a romantic. He wouldn't be dating her or Nora if he wasn't thinking about the long term. He was a glass half full type of person. Jaune wanted this relationship between them to not only work but last.

Other than his new found intimacy, nothing had changed. He attended classes, he trained, he hung out with his friends. Even though it was a little embarrassing knowing that all his friends could smell whenever he was with Li sexually, it was just something he needed to live with. With the exception of Weiss, none of them had brought attention to it for which he was eternally grateful but he'd be lying if he said they weren't acting a little… strangely.

Not so much his own team, Pyrrha and Nora were acting normally – if a bit giddy on Nora's behalf – but Team RWBY. Weiss was being very up front with him, speaking with a bluntness that exceeded her already very curt nature. Ruby was being more affectionate than normal which was saying something. It wasn't unusual for her to hug him spontaneously, even going so far as to rub her cheek against his own. Blake openly stared at him without shame and Jaune often caught her smiling, though there had been no repeat of her own heat. Yang…

...he wasn't sure what was wrong with Yang.

She appeared to be normal. She was still training diligently and her boisterous nature was still in full swing. Sometimes Jaune wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not but sometimes, he thought the expression on her face when no one else was looking was a little… forlorn. It never lasted long and whenever he tried to speak with her, she was quick to put on a brave face but…

...and then there was her current predicament.

She had detention with Professor Goodwitch.

The day had been like any other and they'd all been together, hanging out between classes in one of Beacon's many courtyards when Sky Lark had approached, once more driven to Yang. Only this time, there had been something different about him. Serious, even a little tense, he'd marched right up to Yang and demanded a moment of her time.

Nora whistled, impressed by his balls while Yang glared.

"The fuck did you say?" she asked, fired up by his tone.

Sky met her eyes. "Come with me."

Ruby made a sound, worried – though not for her sister.

Pyrrha shook her head. "This is going to get ugly."

While Jaune thought Sky was being a bit of a rude jerk, he wasn't sure what she meant until he noticed how tense all of his friends were. Pyrrha's tail was bristling, her fur standing on end and when he glanced at Weiss, she was the same. Ruby's feathers shifted and it created an interesting effect with her hair, almost like it was puffing up. Blake's ears were pulled back flat against the top of her head, her tail rigid. Nora and Li were taut, fists balled by their sides as if they were moments away from charging.

What in the world…?

When Jaune took a closer look at Sky, he saw a few oddities. His uniform was rumpled and dirty, and his knuckles were reddened, scuffed – had he been in a fight? Sky had rather sharp features and they tightened further as blue eyes darted around, shoulders tight.

"Yang," he said. "Come with me. Now."

That was the wrong thing to say.

Jaune saw her jacket move, her wings flexing underneath. "Listen, asshole – I'm not going anywhere. If you have something to say, you can say it here."

Sky grit his teeth, his jaw working – until his eyes landed on Jaune.

"It's him, isn't it?" he asked roughly. "This fucking human."

Jaune blinked.

Uh – what did this have to do with him? But before he could ask what Sky meant, he was moving, rushing right at him. Jaune would give him credit, Sky was pretty fast. He crossed half the distance in a blink – only to be met with a fist. Yang's punch slammed into the side of his head, throwing him off course. Sky swerved, and despite the seriousness of the situation, looked quite comical as his face warped from the power of her blow, tripping over his own feet and ending up on the ground.

"Woah," Jaune stepped back. "What – Yang?"

As Sky struggled to stand, his aura flickering, Yang shook her hand. "Fuck, man – you have a hard head."

When Sky looked up, his face was contorted with anger. He wasn't looking at Yang, though. He was still looking right at Jaune.

He went to get up and rush him again but this time Pyrrha stepped forth. Sky froze, the air suddenly filled with very real violence. Emerald eyes pierced him and when she opened her mouth, it was all fang.

"Leave," she commanded.

Even Jaune felt the hair rise up on the back of his neck. For a few brief seconds, it looked like Sky would disobey, his hands shaking as they balled into fists.

"What is the meaning of this?" an angry voice cracked through the air, instantly drawing all of their attention. Professor Goodwitch marched over. "Yang Xiao Long."

Yang flinched. "Professor, he was going to attack Jaune."

Goodwitch shot her a look, instantly cowing her. As prideful and strong as she was, Professor Goodwitch was not someone to mess with. Yang shrank. Even Pyrrha wavered when Goodwitch switched her attention to her.

"Professor, she is telling the truth."

Wildly, Jaune thought they were about to come to blows. Her expression was full of rebellion, a look in her eye that she only got when being pushed in the ring. Pyrrha was unaccustomed to backing down to anyone, even full blown Huntsmen, though this wasn't a training bout or a sanctioned fight, or a life or death situation. It was unusual to see her so fired up outside of that context.

Professor Goodwitch frowned, face severe. Pyrrha tensed.

"Ms. Nikos," Goodwitch warned.

Pyrrha scowled, furious. Reluctantly, she backed down and Jaune felt like he could breathe again.

"Mr. Lark," Goodwitch said coldly, causing him to snap to attention. "Detention with me."

"Get fucked," Yang muttered softly but not softly enough. Green eyes snapped to her.

"And you, Ms. Xiao Long – detention as well."

"Hey, what? C'mon – that asshole was about to attack Jaune!"

"Be that as it may, I don't appreciate your words," Goodwitch snapped, her voice like a whip. Yang cringed as if struck. "You will be serving your detention with Professor Port."

Yang looked at Goodwitch with horror. "What!?"

"Maybe then you will learn to control your impulses," green eyes swept across them, her glasses glinting. "Get moving, your next class will be beginning shortly. Mr. Lark, Ms. Xiao Long – you will both be contacted about your detentions by the end of the day. You," she pointed at Sky. "With me – now."

They watched as Sky trailed after Goodwitch, looking like a scolded puppy, though his hands were still clenched into fists. When they were gone, Yang swore angrily.

"What a load of bullshit," she looked like she wanted to punch something really hard, her lilac eyes flickering red. "I should have punched that fucking prick harder."

Weiss sighed aggressively, pinching the bridge of her nose. "For once, I am in agreement."

Now that was a surprise. It appeared that everyone else felt the same way.

...Jaune felt a little flattered that they'd all get so angry on his behalf. But he was a little confused. He knew that Sky was hopelessly smitten with Yang and was trying to get her attention, but he'd never acted like that before. He'd always been harmless, if only a little annoying. This time had been all out aggression; from the way he spoke to Yang to the way he decided to suddenly run at him, picking a fight.

He had to ask.

"What was that all about?"

He was met with a sea of surprised eyes before it suddenly dawned on them.

"Oh, right," Ruby said. "You wouldn't have felt it."

"Felt what?"

"Sky is going into rut," Blake said softly.

Jaune's mouth fell open. "O-Oh?"

"Yep~!" Nora said with a pop. "Dude is looking to breed and Yangy here is his choice. They can get all kinds of stupid when that happens and especially when another male is hanging around. You got caught in the crossfire, mister."

"But we aren't – you know," he gestured between himself and Yang. "We aren't like that."

"It doesn't matter," Pyrrha said, face still pinched. She rubbed at her hands, as if trying to massage the tension out of them. "Yang is choosing to be around you and to a faunus in rut, it is basically a declaration – and a challenge. If he can defeat you, then he hopes to impress her."

"Like that will fucking happen," Yang kicked at the ground. "Why do I have to deal with this shit? None of you have weird suitors."

Weiss sniffed. "That is because we are beyond them."

"Oh, fuck you, Weiss," Yang flipped her the bird.

"And we're taken," Nora chirped, throwing an arm around Li's shoulders.

"We shouldn't be too hard on him," Blake looked down. "We experience something similar."

Yang huffed. "Fuck, I know. It isn't all his fault but – shit. If he wants to act like a jackass, fine. I get it. If he gets handsy with me, I'll knock his teeth out. We all know the deal. But if he tries to hurt Jaune again—" she cut herself off, looking away.

"If there is a next time, let him try."

Yang shot him an incredulous look. "What?"

She wasn't the only one but he shrugged, uncaring. "What's the big deal? I can take care of myself."

Yang opened her mouth but no words came out.

"We know you can take care of yourself," Pyrrha said. "But when someone goes into rut, they have a hard time knowing when to cut their losses. Fights between males in that state can become… bloody. Even good friends have been known to hurt one another quite badly."

"If I beat him, though – what happens?"

It was Weiss who answered. "If you beat him, he will back down. You'll be the dominant male."

When Sky had just been asking Yang out on dates or attempting to flirt with her, it'd been fine. He was just a guy trying to shoot his shot, and even though he tried more than perhaps was desired, it was completely harmless. Yang turned him down and things continued as normal. It was no big deal.

This was different, though.

"You said he could become handsy with you?" Jaune asked.

Yang scoffed. "He can try."

That was what ultimately made up his mind. He knew Yang could more than handle herself but the idea that Sky might try force her into something didn't sit well with him. It didn't sit well with him at all.

"Right," Jaune sighed. "Then I just have to beat him."

Silence met his words but only for a second.

A smile of delight broke out on Nora's face. "Ohoho~! Yes! That's my man, right there. You beat his ass, Jaune."

Li didn't say anything but Jaune could tell from the expression on her face that she approved of his words – and that she was going to show him just how much she approved at the nearest opportunity.

"Jaune," Pyrrha began slowly. "If you do that, you do realize you'll be all but declaring your desire to… uh, breed with Yang, don't you?"

...wait, what?

Yang's face flushed scarlet. He'd never seen her look so embarrassed before.

"Oh," Jaune felt a little hot around the collar himself. "Um – well…"

Nora laughed loudly. "It's fine. He's just doing it to get Sky to stop. Right, Jaune?"

"Y-Yeah," he cursed his stuttering. "Nora's right. I just… want him to stop."

Ruby beamed, clearly excited by the idea. "Oh, oh – are you going to challenge him to a duel? Ohmigawd, you have to do it. Do it in front of the whole school, it'll be so cool."

"Ruby, no – I'll die," Jaune groaned. "I'm not going to do it in front of the whole school. I'll just… challenge him in class. Professor Goodwitch allows that."

Blake nodded even though Ruby pouted up a storm. "That is probably for the best. If things get out of hand, Goodwitch can stop things but Jaune – you can't just win by ring out. You'll have to break his aura."

"Then that's what I'll do."

"Woah, woah, woah – wait a minute," Yang crossed her arms in an X, face no longer flushed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I don't need you to fight my battles for me, I can deal with this myself."

"I know you can," Jaune said seriously. "But this isn't just your battle, right? He tried to attack me."

Yang scowled. "Because of his stupid crush on me!"

"This is the easiest way to deal with it, right?"

"If I just beat his ass into the dirt, that is just as easy!"

She glared at him and he just chuckled.

"This isn't funny!"

"No, it isn't," Jaune rubbed his neck. "But if you beat him up, will it stop him?"

Yang didn't answer, settling for glaring harder.

"It won't," Pyrrha confirmed. "If anything, it may just egg him on more that his chosen mate is strong."

"So there you have it."

Yang was not happy about this course of action and showed it by ignoring them all in their next class. Professor Peach – a doe faunus with small antlers still in velvet – could clearly see something was bothering her student and decided to work with Yang while everyone else went about their business of foraging for edible berries and plants. Survival Class was one of Jaune's favorites but it was hard to focus when he was thinking about how he was going to approach the situation with Sky.

Jaune had fought him in class before. Had beaten him many times, in fact. Sky had the reach advantage with his halberd but he fell into the category of hard hitter, the type of fight Jaune matched up well against. He didn't have the speed to trouble him even though he was faster than he appeared, and he didn't have strength on the scale of Yang or Nora whom he often trained with. What he did have was skill with his weapon, able to shift between attack and defense with ease, and his area of attack was large. He also had quite a bit of aura, second only to Jaune, Pyrrha and Cardin in their year group.

Sky could take a beating.

Despite his large pool of aura, he hadn't unlocked his semblance – or at the very least, he hadn't shown any such ability in class. That gave Jaune a distinct advantage.

But with him being in rut, there was no telling just how it would affect his fighting. It would certainly increase his aggression but that was a double-edged sword. His drive to win would be heightened, seeing Jaune as a competitor for Yang's affections, as misplaced as that was. He wouldn't go down without swinging.

"Are you okay?" Pyrrha asked quietly as she joined him at a bush laden with wild berries.

"What?"

"You've been staring at this bush for ten minutes."

Jaune sighed. He hadn't noticed. "Sorry, just thinking."

"About Sky?"

"Yeah."

Jaune watched as Pyrrha began plucking berries off the bush, popping them into the satchel that Professor Peach had provided everyone.

"You can win."

The confidence in Pyrrha's voice was absolute. There wasn't a hint of doubt.

"I know."

"But you're still worried?"

"Not so much worried," Jaune shrugged his shoulders. "Just thinking about how different he might fight because of his rut – and because of Yang."

"Emotions have their place on the battlefield. Anger can be used as fuel to struggle through adversity just as much as it can hinder you by clouding the mind and consuming your attention. As with most things in life, it is about balance," she held up one of the berries, allowing the light of the sun to pass through it. "Like our heat, rut can consume a faunus until all they think about is attaining that which they desire. As much as it can be seen as a strength of our species, allowing our population to flourish in times of strife, it can also be a crippling weakness."

"...and you've said many times that I should exploit any weakness on the battlefield."

"Yes."

Jaune knew the power of a few well placed words. To an undisciplined mind, it could be the difference between victory or defeat. Cardin was one such fighter that liked to run his mouth, sometimes to his advantage, sometimes not. People reacted differently and no one person was alike in this regard. Even someone as good as Pyrrha likely had a weak spot that could be pressed to agitate her, it was just that no one had yet found it – and even if they did, there was no guarantee that it would help.

It may only make her break you faster.

Jaune wasn't the type of fighter to talk shit during a bout. He wasn't above using such a tactic if it was viable, however.

"What you're doing for Yang…"

Jaune peered at her curiously. "Yeah?"

"...It's very good of you."

"She doesn't think so."

Pyrrha grinned. "Yang is a strong willed person. She feels like you would be fighting her battles for her, which rubs her the wrong way. She has a lot of pride. Deep down, though – I think she appreciates it, she just may not be willing to admit it."

Jaune smiled to himself. "I hope she'll forgive me."

"She will," Pyrrha smirked. "Trust me – you may just gain a lot more than forgiveness when this is all over."

"What?"

But she wasn't about to elaborate, taking one of her berries and tossing it into his mouth before he could react. Jaune flinched, his teeth clamping shut instinctively and crushing it. Tart sweetness gushed across his taste buds as she turned and ran, her foxy tail waving behind her.

"Hey…"

Her laughter carried through the trees as he gave chase.

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