No, I will NOT make a threesome chapter. I know I asked for suggestions, but I draw the line at smut. However silly this fic may be, I won't write smut.

Now that we have that cleared, please enjoy the smuttiest chapter I've ever written. Oh don't judge me, it's technically not porn.

5. Lustful Spark

Yang woke up with the sunlight pouring through the window. The room was quiet, so she deduced it was still early in the morning and decided to stay in bed, not wanting to awake her teammates. Without opening her eyes, she grabbed the person next to her tighter. It had been a long time since she had felt Blake nuzzled against her like that, it was equally comforting and nostalgic.

Wait... It wasn't her old partner... Blake was missing. It also wasn't their dorm back at Beacon, the school was still overrun by Grimm. That's right, she was at Neo's, and the ice cream girl was the one resting under her arm.

Yang got up, trying not to disturb her partner's sleep. She walked to the bathroom, needing a bath for more than one reason. But not before she took a mental picture of the slumbering figure. She had a smoking hot girlfriend now, why was she thinking about her ex? All of that would wash away with a hot shower.

It's like a regular shower but with me in it. She nodded, congratulating herself for a good joke. She would tell it to her sister later, just to see the sniper groan in discontent. Their unsatisfied responses at any puns was like sniffing Dust to the blonde.

She turned the faucet on, and as promised all worries and stray thoughts were flushed through the drain. The stream of water was hugging her body in all the right places, and her mind drifted to the petite still in her room, and all the dirty things she suddenly felt like doing to her. It would have to wait, postponed by the long ritual of washing her hair, and all the many products she had to use for it, but that did nothing to quell her need. It was excessive to be thinking that much about sex, even for her, but for some reason the brawler was feeling unbearably horny.

When the shower was done Yang was on edge, and didn't even think of getting dressed. Activating her semblance to dry herself off, she merely wrapped a towel over her breasts, in the most suggestible and removable way possible, and moved back to the bedroom.

Yet, to her dismay, she found the bed empty. There was only a small note on top of the sheets that read "Come to the kitchen." The brawler tried not to think too much about how Neo had gotten such a dripping dark red ink to write with, instead focusing on the reason for the message. She could think of only one thing.

Her suspicions were confirmed by the pile of discarded clothes that traced a path through the hallway and into the slightly open door. Yang tried not to run, since it would ruin the mood, and walked as evenly as she could, before pushing the entrance open. Inside she found... nothing.

No naked woman waiting inside, no further notes with instructions. She approached the table, and no one pushed her against it, offering her some much desired tough loving, her lover's specialty. Instead, there was a single rose petal on top. That wasn't Neo's, she would never do something as cheeky. There was only one person who would dare it, and that was the number she quickly dialed next.

The call went straight to voicemail, indicating that her sister was still not back from her romantic escapade. At least it meant she wasn't involved, as long range communications weren't available.

Suddenly, the scroll in her hand jumped with a message signal, and she barely manage to catch it before hitting the floor. Smashing the unlock command, she found a media file that once open produced a clip of her girlfriend sitting inside a cold and emotionless grey room. There were no signs of injuries or any other form of harm, in fact the multicolored girl looked just mildly upset by the predicament. Then the screen turned black, and a new text arrived.

"Use the number underneath to talk to her."

Yang did as she was told, and hurriedly sent a short missive to the indicated number.

"It's Yang. Are you okay? Where are you?"

A few seconds back the scroll buzzed, and a response came in.

"No idea. No windows. Can hear seagulls in the distance."

The docks! The brawler wrote "Coming to get you" and started running out of the apartment. As she was on the last set of stairs, the scrolled vibrated again, and she retrieved it from her pocket without stopping. It soon proved to be a grave mistake, as the contents inside threw her so off guard that she failed to see the glass door ahead, bumping face first into it.

As she got up from the floor, aura already countering the soft pain of impact, she glanced to check if her eyes hadn't betrayed her. There was a short message.

"Come fast. Getting bored."

Under the words was a photo sent by the girl, wearing significantly less clothing than in the video. She had a wicked smile, inviting the blonde to join her. And oh did she want to, there was something so raw and primal about that partial-nudity, a purposefully composed shot to drive Yang insane, and the girl knew just what to show and hide in order to do it. The flaming desire inside her surfaced again, and the brawler struggled to concentrate on the task at hand. Whatever game was being playing by the kidnapper, Neo was apparently willing to help.

She got on top of her motorcycle and rode it through the morning traffic in a flash, the thrill of the speed almost, but not quite, drowning her wish to ride something else. Not that the rumbling machine under her legs was helping at all.

With the docks in view, Yang parked her vehicle and checked her scroll for the message that had arrived during the trip. There was a new picture, with even less clothing, and the words 'Tick Tack' underneath. Ugh, why was she so intent on teasing that day?

The brawler blazed through the area, seeking a building that could house a prison cell like the one her girlfriend was in. Stores, cafes, nothing that would usually have grey windowless cubicles. Until...

Her feet stopped moving as her eyes fell upon the inconspicuous shop ahead. The Passion of Reading. A bookstore, but not one that sold adventure or romance novels. It was evident just from the small door, it was an adult bookstore. Yang had been to one before, and they were known for renting little rooms in the back for all manner of depraved activities. It had to be the right place.

Before she walked in, there was another buzz inside her pocket, and surely enough she had received yet another photograph, in tune with the growing nakedness of the previous ones. The blonde considered for a second holding off on the rescue, just to see where the pictures would go next, but she shook away the thought, feeling ashamed of her own raging libido.

Yang strolled through the shop, paying no mind to the many shelves packed with unsavory books and movies. She located the back, and quickly headed there, but was blocked off by the old grey-haired employee in charge.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for a girl." She was running out of patience, and the blunt response failed to properly explain the situation.

"I'm sorry, we're not that kind of establishment..."

"No, a particular girl. Short, pink and brown hair, real-freakin' cute, seen her?"

"Ah yes, you must be Miss Xiao Long. I was told to expect you. She's in room 9."

"Thanks." She started to pace away to the small corridor, but something he said gnawed at her mind, and she turned around to ask. "Wait, who told you that?"

"A tall man dressed in black, with red sunglasses. He didn't say his name."

A... what? Well, it didn't really matter, she had found Neo. And at least her sister was saying the truth about not being involved.

She ran, finding the door with a little 9 in it. She opened the door, and was met with the alluring sight of her girlfriend lying on her side, waiting. Propelling herself forward, they embraced, and kissed. Her hands started to caress the fine curves of her lover's body, and words came out between rugged breaths.

"You... do not... get... to tease... me... like that." Yang could wait no longer, the overbearing need to passionately take the one in front of her dulling all logical thinking.

But then, there was a knock on the door. When they tried to ignore it, it only grew more persistent.

"Little busy here!"

"Ma'am? I'm sorry, your time has run out." The voice came from the other side, the familiar sound of the shopkeeper.

"WHAT?"

"The room was rented for the hour, and it's already over. If you could leave, we have other customers waiting."

Yang could not believe how unlucky she was, and groaned in discontent as the clothes were put back on. Neo followed her out, both of them failing to notice the couple outside, a tall man and a brown-haired faunus girl, who were no doubt waiting for their turn. They made their way back to the bike, and the ice-cream murderer climbed on, grabbing her girlfriend by the waist.

"Hang on tight, 'cause when we get home I'm gonna yang you till you pass out."

Neo smiled fondly against her back, and there was no way for the brawler to know she had other plans in store.

The flashy motorcycle was hastily parked out back, and the front door slammed open with such vigor that it almost came off its hinges. Neither of them saw the man in a black suit and red shades sitting across the street, too absorbed in their lust that drove them up the stairs faster than Nora in an All-you-can-eat Pancake Buffett. Yang fumbled with the keys, desperately trying to unlock the apartment while very distracting hands roamed her body. Neo certainly wasn't one for being discreet in public, but in the safety of indoors she wasn't at all going to hold back, particularly when her partner was so eager.

When the lock gave in at long last, they went inside and the blonde felt a hand grab hold of her. It would seem the bi-colored girl was still feeling playful, as her face and chest were pressed against the kitchen table, a display of dominance they were both not only accustomed to, but thoroughly enjoyed. Yet this time, there was something less than ideal about it.

"What the... Babe, stop! Hum, safeword. SAFEWORD!"

Neo begrudgingly quit her play, getting off the girl and allowing her to get up. But she didn't.

"There's something sticky all over the table. Wait, is this glue? Crap!" She struggled against the wooden surface, to no avail. "I'm glued to the table, oh wonderful. Stop taking pictures and help me, damnit!"

The dessert sociopath giggled as she put down the scroll, and tried to yank her lover out. The paste must've been Dust infused, because the girl didn't budge an inch. Finally, Yang gave up.

"Neo, honey, how attached are you to this table?" Not as much as me right now, I bet.

She shrugged, and the brawler took it as permission to do what she did best: destroy. A few seconds and one fiery semblance-activation later, the piece of furniture was nothing more than a pile of ashes.

"I'll get you a new one, don't worry. Ugh, I'm still all gooey. I gotta go take a shower." Before the words came out of her mouth, she realized what the fun-sized girl was about to suggest. "And no, you can't join me. That's what you get for taking photos instead of helping me."

As a response she received a pout that seemed to say 'But you promised.' It was hard to argue with such a cute face, but she wasn't too firm about it regardless. The glue had undoubtedly been a turn off, but it hadn't managed to completely extinguish the flames of her desire.

The couple moved over to the bathroom, only to find that there was no water. Not only that, but in the bedroom the bed was missing. Someone had clearly been inside the house, and whoever it was didn't want them doing anything sinful.

"We should call the.." Neo shook her head vigorously. "Oh that's right, no police. Then what do we do?"

The ice cream maniac suggested calling her partner-in-crime, but he was out of range as well. Neo helped clean her as best they could with bathroom supplies, while they brainstormed for feasible plans. There were little to no leads to seek, and all the people they would normally go to for assistance were away one way or another.

The blonde sat on the floor, feeling hopeless. The adult bookstore had probably just been a set up to bait her out of the house, and she'd fallen for it. They had played her like a damn fiddle. And worst of all, she didn't know who was behind it, so she had no one to punch senseless. If there was thing she couldn't stand was powerlessness, the inability to control her own fate. She was a woman of action, and there was nothing she could do.

The little serial killer took note of her sullen state and wrapped her arms around her, head buried in her voluptuous bosom. Neo's height could be a hindrance sometimes, but it placed her right at the level of where it mattered. It was a sweet gesture, consoling her girlfriend, but geographic positioning quickly made it turn into a lustful spark.

Yang felt her previous state of need return, and pulled her up for a kiss, despite gasping for breath due to the steaming action happening at her chest. If there was something those two excelled at, it was finding passion in any situation.

Yet it could also be the bane of their existence, love interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. At first they ignored it, too engrossed by touch, but the noise persisted, forcing them to get up and look presentable. The dragon girl was the one, as she always was, to open the door.

"Good evening, ma'am. Do you have a minute to talk about the word of Our Lord and Savior Kevin?" There was an eager looking man outside, suit and tie complete with a briefcase, hair combed back and a jovial smile.

"The... who?"

"Our great foretold Messiah, the Dragon in the tower!"

"You worship the... Wait, you gave it a name? What kind of lunatic names a Grimm Kevin?"

"There's no need to be disrespectf-" He was cut off by a very impatient blonde.

"You know what? I don't even wanna know. We're not interested. Goodbye." She slammed the door on his face, disappointed that the wooden barrier didn't actually hit him.

Our Lord and Savior Kevin, what a bunch of morons.

"So, where were we?"

Receiving a sly inviting smirk back, she began once more the affectionate ministrations. And once more, they were soon interrupted by the doorbell. Her insides screamed in dissatisfaction from being denied release. She swore to herself that if she found the dragon-maniac on the other side, she would deck him in his perfect smiling teeth.

He was, however, not the one standing by the entrance. A different man, in large blue overalls and sporting a thick black mustache.

"Good afternoon. We were called about a bug infestation in this-" He was interrupted by the sound of the blonde woman laughing in a quite insane fashion, making his blood chill. The terror in his face only deepened when she looked at him head on, her eyes turned bright red.

"I don't know who put you up to this, but you're going to walk away slowly before I lose it and paint the hall with your face."

Then guest failed colossally at the assigned task, instead turning tail and running like his life depended on it. There might have even been a panicked cry from him, but Yang was too busy fighting the urge to smash to notice it. To soothe her anger, she punched the wall next to the door, crushing the doorbell to little pieces.

"There, now no one can disturb us." Her irises were still filled with bloodlust, and the petite sociopath faced her with a strange glare. "WHAT?"

Neo said nothing, pointing at the closed doorway. In her fiery state, the brawler failed to discern if she was complaining about the destroyed electronic or applauding how she had violently handled the undesirable presence. It didn't matter anymore, she wanted to hear none of it.

"Oh shut up and get naked! I'm done waiting."

She took her lover and ravaged her until long after night had fallen. It was clumsy and animalistic, especially without a bed to do it on, but neither of them cared. They had spent the entire day building up to it, and nothing would be able to keep them apart. In the misty cloud of pleasure, Yang screamed her girlfriend's name, so all could hear who her heart belonged to.

"Do you hear something?"

"Oh please, now besides special eyes you have special ears too? Stop showing off, Red, we're still pretty far from Vale, there's nothing out here for miles."

Ruby looked longingly through the airship window, no longer able to see the kingdom of Atlas in the distance.

"Too bad they couldn't come with." Roman tried some comforting words, knowing she wasn't happy to be torn apart from the two girls.

"It was for the best, I guess. Just imagine what Weiss would've done when she found out what you did to Ironwood's house." The huntress gave him a teasing smile, recounting how they'd left in a hurry, chased by a squad of military androids.

"Hey, he needed a redecoration! And red ink really brightened up the place, if you ask me."

"Sure but did you need to use it to write huge-ass letters spelling 'General Tiny-wood'?"

"I like to keep it classy." He contained his laughter, trying to maintain the façade of a cool and composed man.

"Speaking of which, how do you think your plan worked?"

"It went flawlessly, of course, who do you take me for? Unless your sister ripped the doorbell off the wall, people will just keep on showing up to interrupt them." They shared a victorious smile, anxious to reap the seeds of their vengeance. Torchwick had set a plan in motion during their trip, and the results should be evident upon return. The flight overseas had been to reunite the speedster with her love, but it also created the perfect alibi for any and all mischievous plotting.

"I don't really get why you're so confident. And how did you know where they would be?"

"I'm confident because, while you didn't consider the Blondie's libido, I planned entirely around it. And I had men follow them everywhere, Junior still owed me one. I'm not an amateur, darling, this is what I do."

"The rose petal was a really good touch. Although kidnapping Neo might've been a little too far, don't you think?"

"Says the one who drugged her own sister. Neo's kinda used to it, we ran into some very unsavory people back in the day."

"Oh..." Ruby didn't know how to react, it was a surprisingly heavy piece of information he had just dropped.

"Cheer up, Red. We won. Revel in victory while it lasts, because I'm not sure we'll survive long after those two realize we're the ones behind it."

"Neo and Yang both trying to kill us?" She shuddered visibly. "Well, it was nice knowing you, Roman."

"You too."

I'm sorry.

This was so painful to write.



If you have any NON-SMUT requests, now is the time. I'm probably going to stop posting for a week or so, because I'm kinda out of ideas. The only thing I currently have planned is a 3 chapter arc that will finish the story, so I'll give this some time to make sure there's nothing else.

As always, your opinions are very much welcome, now more than ever.