Crimson Immoderation Part 28: Fall into Place

As always, the Team RWBY dorm was a bastion of sanity in a crazy world. The team’s leader Ruby was laying in her bed, writing in what might have been her journal. It would be a little strange if it were schoolwork with all of the hearts dotted on the page, or the doodle of another team’s leader taking up an entire page. Now and again she would roll around giggling and hugging herself. The loosely constructed bunkbeds swayed dangerously every time, but that was fine. Ruby knew exactly how they were built and thus knew exactly how sturdy they were despite appearances.

Yang was going through the meticulous process of blow-drying her voluminous mane of blonde hair. A process that required a specialised dryer to cover a greater volume at once. Sometimes it paid to have an engineering savant for a little sister.

Weiss? Weiss seemed to be having a wonderful morning. Cheerfully humming to herself as she strutted back and forth through the room. Topless. Not only topless, her shoulders back, her hands clasped behind her so as to thrust out her modest bust.

She had been doing so for about forty-five minutes.

Blake, the girl who considered herself the only sane member of the team, sighed as she felt compelled to speak up. “Weiss, why aren’t you wearing a top? Or a bra?”

The pale girl brightened even more at the question, as if she had been waiting for someone to ask. “Well Blake, I found myself in a terrible circumstance this morning. Over the past few weeks I started to feel an unusual and uncomfortable pinching sensation from my undergarments. I was very confused as the boutique they were procured from prided themselves on quality. I purchased new ones last week but the problem persisted. I assumed Vale stores weren’t up to the standards of Atlas but this morning I realised–”

“Her tits are bigger so her bras don’t fit anymore,” Yang finished for her.

“Yang!” Weiss whined, stomping her foot. “Don’t steal the end of my story!”

“Then get there faster next time,” the blonde answered dismissively, “So you’re not an AA-cup anymore. Big deal.”

“Oh!” the classic short, sharp noise of wealthy affront passed the rich girl’s lips, “I was never a AA-cup thank you very much! See if you ever get to nestle your head in my plentiful bosom in the future!”

“Not that plentiful yet but sure, same to you,” Yang answered casually, bringing the petite girl to an instant retraction and pleading apologies.

“So you’re going shopping?” Blake asked.

“Hmm, well I suppose I should, but I don’t want to be too hasty. Who knows! Maybe they’ll keep growing after all! And maybe I’ll grow taller! By the Vytal Festival, Winter and I might be identical!”

“That’s no good, you shouldn’t go without like that, Weiss,” Ruby joined the conversation. “Oh!” she continued with a smile, “You can borrow some of mine if you want! You look like we’d be about the same size!”

Weiss looked like her team leader threw a rock at her rather than offered a helpful solution. Being reminded that her bust had only grown to the size of the two years younger Ruby completely took the wind out of her sails. “Thank you, Ruby. That’s... very kind,” she replied through gritted teeth.

Blake nodded to herself having put an end to the most egregious silliness going on in the room. Ruby trying to find Weiss a bra that she would find agreeable meant there would be no more topless heiress strutting through their room like it was a catwalk. With that distraction dealt with the faunus could return to her very serious business of figuring out who took down the White Fang with her complex, multi-page web of relationships and interests that totally wasn’t a conspiracy board.

It wasn’t on a board after all. It was in a notebook. Thus totally sane. And dealing with this mystery was absolutely not an excuse to put off talking to her parents now that the cause of the rift between them was no longer a factor. After all, why would she be scared to do that? She only insulted them, spat on their care for her and on their ideals all for the sake of a girl who it turned out was a possessive psycho. All she would have to do would be to apologise and hope that they didn’t hate her forever for being such an ungrateful and selfish daughter!

Yes. She could do that whenever. This, this mystery was much more important. Yes.

In truth, she didn’t have much to go on. The only real clue was Ilia’s statement (or warning?) that whoever did it, whoever the chameleon girl had started working for was closer than Blake would think. That nixed a lot of the more mundane suspects like human supremacists, law enforcement, government hit squads or other factions of the White Fang who didn’t like the damage Auburn was doing to the organisation’s reputation. In fact it brought the suspect list down to just someone in the school. Blake didn’t go anywhere else after all. There was no one else she would be close to.

The teachers being involved was an obvious guess. They were one and all huntsmen and huntresses of great accomplishments. She remembered the talk she had with Ozpin after she stopped the docks heist. Though that conversation was more about her than it was about the White Fang or faunus at large. The headmaster didn’t really give any impressions of his feelings on such things beyond how they affected her personally. Still, it seemed reasonable to assume they might have been involved once it was revealed the White Fang were robbing an entire kingdom’s supply of dust. That was a problem they would want dealt with, as would the council.

But...

While it seemed like the obvious answer, one of the few she knew would have the fighting ability to take on Auburn and win... It still didn’t quite track. Mostly because the problem was dealt with. Auburn was gone. The White Fang were gone for now, at least until Sienna sent someone new to take over operations in Vale. And yet Ilia talked like she was still involved with whoever did it. And while Blake maybe had a secret hope that Ilia would follow her own path and sign up for Beacon, that didn’t seem to be what Ilia was hinting at either.

So she wouldn’t rule out the teachers, but it seemed doubtful they were responsible. But if not them, then who?

Her eyes wandered to the pale skinned, snow-haired girl currently trying on her team leader’s bras to test their fit.

... The SDC would have a vested interest in this situation. Dealing with the White Fang, while said organisation was sabotaging the SDC’s business dealings? Two birds with one stone. But her sudden guilt for suspecting her teammate’s involvement was just as quickly banished by how easily she dismissed the theory. Not just because Ilia would never ally with the company that killed her parents, but because Blake knew Weiss. Pompous, stuck up, privileged, absolutely. But ruthless? Not the slightest chance.

The list of possibilities was getting shorter and shorter. If not the teachers, if not the heiress with a company and vast wealth at her beck and call, then who? Not just who would want to, but who could? Auburn was among the most dangerous fighters she had ever met. The cat faunus had focused on the people who could conceivably defeat her former lover and she was fairly sure she had just run out. Perhaps Pyrrha but that was plain ridiculous. Pyrrha had no knowledge of or motive to put an end to the White Fang.

Then again, even the most dangerous opponent could be defeated by a good enough strategy. So maybe focusing on ability was the wrong approach. Who else would have motive?

She fought not to throw her notebook. She was getting nowhere. Was she reduced to just suspecting every classmate now? There had to be something else she could go on. Some other factor she wasn’t considering that would give her more information.

And there on the page, it stared back at her. Written small, but central to the entire affair.

Dust.

“Weiss,” Blake spoke aloud for the first time in a little while, “You’d probably know. How’s the city recovering from the dust shortage?”

“Oh!” Weiss stood with her hands clasped in front of her, an eager smile on her face. “Are you considering implementing dust as part of your fighting style?! Since we’re teammates I’d be glad to help you find a good supplier and make sure you don’t get cheated!”

“Sure,” Blake said to placate her if that meant she could get the information she wanted easier. “But you know, money’s tight and everything so I don’t want to pay through the nose. So, the shortage?”

“Oh, well that’s true,” Weiss admitted. “Prices are rather high right now. With the, um, with the thieves no longer at large,” she danced around talking about the White Fang and their demise, “things have begun to get better. The SDC are preparing another shipment that should arrive before the Vytal Festival. But I’m afraid it will still be a little on the expensive side.” Her face, once disappointed at an opportunity to help her teammates see the potential of dustcasting lost, brightened again as a thought occurred. “But the school should have a steady supply. I heard they managed to find another source to tide us over so if you want to practice, you still can!”

“I see. Thanks.” So the school had another supplier suddenly appear right as the White Fang were dealt with. That was quite a coincidence. And brought her back to suspecting the Beacon staff–

“Grr!” Ruby suddenly growled, “That Torchwick jerk! Made life harder for everybody, I wish he hadn’t gotten away!”

“Torchwick?” Blake asked, eyes narrowed slightly.

“Oh yeah, she was stealing dust too!” Yang remembered, snapping her fingers in Ruby’s direction. “I forgot all about that. Guess it seemed more important that you needed Professor Goodwitch to save your cute butt from getting exploded. But I feel like she was a drop in the bucket compared to a citywide dust shortage, Ruby.”

And suddenly Blake had her connection. Another factor that added a whole different dynamic to the mystery faction Ilia had allied with. What were the odds a notorious criminal and the White Fang would go after the same resource at the same time without coming to blows? So either Torchwick attacked and got the better of them, or they were allied and something went wrong.

... Torchwick wasn’t in charge. That Blake felt safe in assuming. Ilia said her new benefactors weren’t dangerous and Torchwick most certainly was. So maybe someone was working with Torchwick, or had Torchwick working for them.

And that didn’t solve the issue of it being someone close to Blake. So she was right back where she started, suspecting her classmates.

Cardin? Yes he was at least a bigot, probably a human supremacist. But he was also a moron. And weak. And to her knowledge had no resources to speak of. And Ilia would never work for him. Hard no.

Jaune? She was an outsider to the city of Vale. A kind of dim girl from a farming village. She wouldn’t really understand everything that was happening. Definitely not enough to navigate the factional politics. Not to mention she had a heroic streak a mile wide that would balk at the criminal activity.

Vlad? Well he stepped in during the docks heist but... That was at Weiss’ behest. And maybe a little for Blake herself, she liked to think. What she knew of his personal history (mostly from news headlines, a source she was wary of thanks to being a faunus), he likely had a distaste for destabilising forces upsetting the status quo. That would make the White Fang and their then goal of sabotaging dust supplies a problem for him. And he had power once, but no longer. He was a capable fighter, she didn’t know his aptitude for strategy though he was probably a team leader for a reason...

It felt wrong. It felt ungrateful to suspect him after he put his life on the line for her. But she couldn’t deny it could easily be him. Then again, there were surely plenty more candidates that could fit.

Was what she thought until she began thinking each possibility through. Ren was a reasonable possibility and that was for not knowing the stoic girl all that well. Cinder was likewise a possibility. It was starting to become a running joke that she was the villain of Beacon for how openly sinister she was most times. Emerald happily went along with whatever Cinder wanted. And Ice went along with whatever Vlad wanted.

It unnerved her deeply, a drop of cold sweat ran down her neck as she realised the entirety of Team VICE were worthy of suspicion. She wanted to believe she was letting her imagination get the better of her. Her mind cast back to that one aspect of her thinking, the one she had cast aside but now clung to like a lifeline. Auburn was on another level to the first year students of Beacon. There was no way Vlad or anyone on Team VICE could have beaten her. Hell, Vlad definitely couldn’t. At the time his weapon had been–

... He said the cable had snapped.

“Hey Ruby,” she asked, keeping her voice as even as she could, “Did Vlad ever tell you how his weapon broke? You don’t usually see that happen with huntsman gear.”

“Nah,” Ruby answered, “Just that the cable snapped. That can happen for that sort of thing since it has to be flexible. I mean you know that, right? Doesn’t Gambol Shroud have a similar kind of thing?”

Blake blinked, let out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” She really was letting her imagination and paranoia get the better of her. Maybe it would be best to take a break–

“Weird that he said it snapped though. Looked like it had been cut. A super clean cut too. But you never know with semblances and stuff, right?” The team leader gave Blake a strange look as she saw her faunus teammate. “Blake, are you okay? You look paler than Weiss.”

“Hey!”

“No,” Blake croaked, “No, I’m fine. Maybe feeling a little unwell. I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

-(-)-

I’m feeling pretty good about where I am right now. Everyone I know and care about is comfortable. Winter will be coming soon, going to be good to see her again. And most gratifying of all, Glynda seemed a little distracted during our training session today for reasons I can only guess at. But it’s a fun guess. And with the next week off from school we can move all the faster through final preparations for the plan. With all that mostly in line, it seemed like a good idea to come down to the warehouse and check on Ilia.

“I am a thousand percent done with your shit you bigotty bitch!”

“Ooh, alliteration! Nice touch Gabby Gecko, but my name (well, alias) is on the rental agreement so if you’re hiding out under my roof you play by my rules!”

... Okay. I admit. On some level, this is probably my fault.

“Oh yeah? You want me to show you what I did to the last human who told me I had to take their shit?!”

“No, let me guess, you horribly maimed them? It’s always tragic when animals attack people. Always end up getting put down when they just don’t know any better.”

“That’s it!”

The crackle of energy that can only be Ilia’s whip gets me moving all the faster to the back office. I slam the doors open to see the two women in a standoff, Roma’s cane pointed at Ilia’s midsection, Ilia’s whip raised to strike. “Evening, ladies!” I announce myself vocally, both of them already looking my way from the sudden entrance. “So, how are things going? Any grievances I should mediate before you start spilling blood?”

“If I have to listen to one more crack about faunus I’m gonna carve open her belly and see how she talks out of that!”

Well. That was... Strong. I pat her on the arm in what I hope appears a soothing gesture, dialling up her arousal just a little. Doesn’t hurt to take advantage of moments like these. I look from Ilia to Roma who responds with her usual amused panache. “It’s funny watching her get all riled up. Not much to do while I’m laying low so I thought I’d find my own entertainment. So I taught my pet iguana to do tricks.”

I hear that same sizzling sparking sound from my left and I step between them. “Ilia, stop.”

Her arm stops its movement, the end of her whip hanging limp behind her. “You’re defending her?” she demands. “You heard what she said! If you tolerate that kind of shit then–!”

“I tolerated it,” I stress, looking directly at Roma and staring hard, “If barely. But you shouldn’t have to. Roma, do you really think I brought Ilia here, that I risked so much just so she could be your verbal punching bag?”

“No but, I don’t really know why you did bring her in. I’m not privy to that part of the plan, remember?” the redhead asks sarcastically. “All I have to do is sit on my hands waiting for the dust sales to go through. Until then, a lady can get a little stir crazy, you know?”

She’s bored, so she’s pissing off an ally I bent over backwards to get on my side. You’ve got to be joking. “Okay, in that case if the best thing you can think of is to run your mouth, let’s put that mouth to better use. Kneel.”

She sputters, but her knees drop to the floor with a thud against the carpet. “Wuh, seriously? I mean I kind of knew this was coming but I didn’t think it’d be like this!”

“Are you serious?” Ilia asks quietly, gaping at what’s happening in front of her.

“Like I said,” I say as I unfasten my pants and present Roma with my limp cock. “If she’s so bored she’ll run her mouth I’ll give her mouth something useful to do.” I look down at Roma who stares up at me. Not submissive. Challenging. “Suck it.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She lifts my cock as it slowly stirs to life, tests the weight of it in her hand, then wraps her lips around the tip. How much of this is because I told her to and how much is because she’s been curious ever since I tamed Neo I can’t even begin to guess. But she doesn’t lack enthusiasm as her hand strokes me to fullness, her tongue bathing the head as her cheeks hollow with suction.

I’ll fully admit I turned up her arousal once she wrapped her lips around it, but I also know it wasn’t close to zero even then.

My head tips back slightly as I enjoy the feeling. But just getting a blowjob isn’t the point of this. I look back at Ilia who stares at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. “Ilia, it seems Roma isn’t quite understanding the point of this. Give her a hand.”

The faunus doesn’t seem to know what exactly I mean by that but she comes over all the same, her freckles glowing a dark pink. She looks unsure whether she’s supposed to kneel as well. Before she can decide not to I give her an indication of what I mean. I take her hand, pumping up her lust quite a bit more, then place that hand on the back of Roma’s head, flicking the hat off at the same time to which the stylish woman lets out a muffled sound of protest. “This isn’t just her doing a sexual favour, remember. This is her punishment for every snide comment she made while you’ve stayed here.” I whisper in her ear. “Let her know how you feel.”

She shudders involuntarily, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. “Yeah?” she asks, eager. her thumb and fingers grip the thief’s hair. Without mercy, she pushes, exerting force on the back of her head to force my cock deep into the woman’s mouth and against the entrance to her throat.

“Mmph!” Roma’s palms push against my thighs trying to fight against the pressure Ilia is exerting.

“How’s this for doing tricks, bitch?” she asks, grinning as she pulls Roma back only to push her down harder. Drool and precum dribble out in a mess from Roma’s stretched lips as she’s slowly facefucked deeper and deeper. “That smart mouth of yours doesn’t help you much with sucking cock does it? We’re all better off just using it as a fuckhole!”

A pulse of higher arousal at the degrading words, for both women. I don’t really care what happens to Roma when this whole deal is done but Ilia... I don’t have any truly dominant women in my sphere outside of Cinder (who I’ve gradually trained into a switch). With that whip and her attitude Ilia is a perfect candidate. I hope I get to enjoy seeing her dominate some of my girls.

For now she’s having great fun ‘helping’ Roma deepthroat me, talking trash all the while, her skin slowly developing a vibrant red colour. That’s probably a bad sign, she’s getting a bit too into it. Maybe a distraction is in order. “So, any developments with your surveillance?” I ask casually. She blinks, a little of the colour fading as she looks at me, then at Roma. “Oh, don’t mind her. She isn’t that important right now.”

Her grin returns. I suppose she likes the idea of the woman who talked so much trash is now beneath our notice outside of her use as sexual relief. “Nothing big. Patrol routes changed a little but nothing significant. No one’s paying any more special attention to the target.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of Roma’s throat constricting around me as Ilia holds her balls deep. “Very good... Random question. Seen any black birds? Crows? Ravens?”

“Can’t say I was looking for them, but no. Why?”

“Hm. Just something to keep in mind. If you see one, just one, hanging around somewhere important, get out of its sight and tell me immediately.”

She gives me a very strange look. “You’re the boss. Which... Is still weird to me. Never thought I’d see the day I’d work for humans.”

“You’re still sticking it to bigots,” I note, looking down at where Roma is still choking on me, her eyes staring up at me, pleading. “If that’s the goal, what’s the difference between working for human or faunus?”

“Fair point.”

I smile at her, the smile I used to charm so many. “I for one am delighted to have you on the team.”

Her eyes narrow. She looks down at the woman she’s still holding against my crotch. She doesn’t let go, but she does pull Roma back, my spit-soaked dick emerging from her throat to drip on the carpet. The woman herself gasps for air. “Good fucking fuck, let a woman breathe for a–Mmph!”

“You want me in her position don’t you?” Ilia demands as she begins fucking Roma’s face on my cock again in rapid, slurping strokes. “You think I’d get on my knees for you like she did? Working for a human and fucking one aren’t even close to the same thing. Besides, I don’t even play for your team.”

I smirk at her. “Your nipples trying to poke holes through your shirt tell a different story. Unless it’s this one that got you so turned on?” I ask, patting Roma’s cheek. “Don’t worry. You aren’t the first woman who figured out she was bi-curious spending time with me.” Her colour changing is a real disadvantage when it comes to hiding her true feelings. Her spots have turned a warm shade of pink again. “But yes, I also know about your affection for a certain black cat.”

Poor Roma takes the brunt of Ilia’s alarm, once again taking my whole dick with a pitiful whine. “You don’t touch her.”

“In the violent or the sexual way?”

“Either.”

“Well the former is definitely not happening, not to worry there,” I assure her. Which for both my and Roma’s sake seems to do exactly that, at least a little. “As for the latter... Well let me ask you this. Wouldn’t you like for that unrequited love of yours to no longer be so unrequited? To see that devotion in her eyes that was only reserved for Auburn finally directed at you?” It’s a convincing argument. I’m dangling what she’s always wanted right in front of her nose and no matter how much she knows it, that on some level I’m trying to buy her loyalty and her intimacy, she can’t deny it’s working. “I’ll admit, Blake isn’t really my type, but I have a way with women. If you become mine, Blake will be yours. That I can guarantee.”

Her hand that had been working Roma’s head has stopped, the ginger criminal continuing to suck and lick my length anyway. As the chameleon girl realises she had gotten lost in her thoughts she gets back to the assisted skullfucking but her heart is no longer in it. She’s distracted by other things. Other thoughts. Other hopes. Other dreams.

I grab both sides of Roma’s head, forcing her all the way down as I unload down her throat. Another nice and easy point to my total and I never have to think about Roma again. Entertaining as part of a show, a rotten bitch in person. I’ll be glad to be rid of her. As both Ilia and I let her go she springs off of my length, panting for breath yet licking her lips clean of my cum. “Damn. That is good.”

I ignore her. My attention only on Ilia who is still mostly in her own world. “I’ll think about it,” she finally answers.

I pat her on the arm, turning her arousal... Mostly down. Enough that thoughts of this, and of Blake, and of me, will continue to chase her tonight. “Feel free, though the clock’s ticking. There’s another faunus moving in on that particular territory if you weren’t aware. Wouldn’t want to miss your moment.”

“Sure,” she answers, turning and walking out of the office, probably back to her room.

Only now that we’re alone do I give Roma my full attention. She’s already back on her feet, straightening her suit that is now slightly stained by saliva and sexual fluids. “Well now,” she speaks with a slightly raw voice, “I forgot how ruthless you can be sometimes. Playing with a girl’s heart like that? Have you no shame?”

I ignore her question, or rather her incredibly hypocritical jab. I’m just so very done with this woman. “When will the last of the dust be out of our hands?”

“Tuesday,” she answers. “Sellers market. Everyone wants what we got so it all went quick. Pretty funny we’re selling a huge chunk of it to Beacon, though through some other folks to throw off the trail, naturally. Never leave yourself in the line of fire.”

“Right. Once the deal is done you’re handing this place over to us.”

“And here we go,” she sighs theatrically. “Typical man, takes what he wants from me and then kicks me to the curb.” She seems to reclaim her unflappable energy real quick for someone on the receiving end of a facefucking only a moment ago. “I get it. Part of the business. But I take it I’m not getting my lovely assistant back?”

“That would be up to her.”

An unimpressed look is directed at me. “Your jokes aren’t as funny as mine. So if you’re getting custody of Neo I think I deserve a little extra compensation. I get terrible separation anxiety. My therapy bills are gonna–”

Oh my Blob, shut up. I just got a blowjob and it still makes me angry listening to her. “Five percent of the dust take.”

“Fifteen,” she counters, ”On top of my regular cut.”

“Ten.”

“Done.” She reaches out a hand to shake and I take it. “Congratulations. You got yourself a hideout. Or... Whatever else you want to do with it. Doesn’t have to be crime if you hate fun.” She lets go of my hand, walks around the desk and pulls out some paper towels from a drawer, mopping up the mess on her face. “So you get Neo but I still get visitation rights, right?”

“Like I said, it’s up to her if she wants to come hang out with you. You get her arrested or killed you’ll probably die, just so you’re aware.”

“Heh. Duly noted.”

I turn my back on her, leaving the office. What a weird night but at least it was a productive one. Made some progress with Ilia, got a safehouse that she can stay in, removed the issue with it and got an extra point from a woman I dearly hope to never have to see again after Tuesday.

Nothing left to focus on but the plan.