Crimson Immoderation Part 13: Independent Candidate

 It's the end of the first week of classes. Overall, I have to say, it's good to be back in school. Maybe I'm a little bit biased on that front. My first school life was not exactly stellar. So my second shot at it being as a charismatic, handsome, somewhat moneyed young man of status surrounded by beautiful women willing and eager to indulge my deviant ways. It probably paints a rather rosy view of what school is like. 

 That said, my first school experiences indicated that all happened back then too. Just to people who weren't me. 

 Oobleck's class is the last to finish out the week, second time we've had it. I had actually been a little uneasy going into it the first time. I had half expected a sort of rah rah propagandist approach to the class. The only example of it we saw in the show was him calling out racism against faunus in the worst possible way. 'Have any faunus here experienced discrimination', he might as well have asked 'Would any faunus like to paint a target on their own backs?' That kind of thing speaks more to wanting to make statements than take positive action. 

 But no. My worries were for nothing. Despite him starting with the Great War, the class more focusing on modern history more relevant to huntsmen and huntresses, he's surprisingly even-handed about it. He even starts with the kindling that sparked the conflict. The sudden uptick in Grimm assaults on fortified towns that pushed militias to the breaking point. 

 … Fuck, that was Salem, wasn't it? Of course it fucking was. The attacks even stopped when cultural suppression was enforced, something that should not have happened since it would leave every settlement thick with resentment. It's easy to see grand conspiracies everywhere when there's a power-hungry, mad, would-be machiavelle waiting in the wings. But it's impossible to not see her fingers in the Great War when it so perfectly ripped humanity in two. 

 But yes. Oobleck certainly gives moral judgements on the actions taken, but he also makes sure to spend time outlining how they seemed reasonable at the time. It makes sense. While the class is called history, it's more like a combination applied history, politics and sociology with a little bit of military strategy thrown in. The kind of things people being trained to protect humanity, even from itself, might need to know. 

 “Remember, a thousand words on Prince Mandias' first dismissal of the Mantle envoy! Due Wednesday!” Oobleck shouts as the students start filing out, speaking deliberately slowly. I imagine he's gotten the excuse of 'you talk so fast I didn't hear what the homework was' far too many times. 

 Ahh, shitty excuses not to do homework. Nostalgia. 

 As I follow the crowd out the door, a slender arm loops around mine. “I would like to discuss something with you,” Cinder's gold eyes bore into me as she looks sidelong up at me. 

 I glance around. No sign of the illusionist duo. I spot Weiss who is apparently waiting for me. She frowns as she spots Cinder hanging off of my arm. I give her a tiny shrug and a look of helplessness. “What did you want to discuss?” 

 Cinder leads me by the arm away from the throng of students heading in the general direction of the cafeteria. “Something best spoken of in private.” 

 I know what usually happens when we're in private. It's been a fun week. But it feels like she means something entirely different in this instance. She definitely isn't leading us to our dorm room. In fact she's leading us out into the courtyard. “You have an interesting definition of 'private',” I note as my eyes flick between the students occupying the space. Some studying, some hanging out, others practicing kata. 

 “This ought to do,” she decides, picking out a bench and pressuring me by the arm to sit. “Minimal surveillance, Emerald is ready to divert any possible eavesdroppers.” 

 “And we couldn't be having this discussion in our dorm because...?” 

 She glares at me. “You tend to get distracted when we're alone there. Or you try to distract me. So unless you have a heretofore unknown exhibitionist streak...” 

 “Neo could probably make everything appear normal,” I note, only hafl-joking as I give her idea some real thought. 

 “What do you want, Vlad Dracul?” 

 I regard her, she's taking this moment seriously, asking this question seriously. The question isn't as broad as it seems. She wants my goals. She thought she knew them but now she's thinking she was mistaken. 

 “What I want,” I repeat, drumming my fingers on the arm of the bench. “I want many things. Your first instinct was correct. I want my home back. I want my legacy back. But those things aren't really relevant to you, are they.” It's not a question. She doesn't care about that, it was just her way to entice me. “What I want... Is for your plan to fail.” She bristles. Of course she does. Probably the only reason she isn't bolting now is the servants perk. Well that and the fact that she knows full well if I wanted to stop her by force I've already had every opportunity to do so. “Let me rephrase. I don't want your plan to succeed, but ideally I would see you give it up voluntarily.” 

 She scoffs, but there's fear in it. Nervousness. The way she's keeping her left hand as far away from me as she can is telling enough. Looking down, even she realises it. Not that she's willing to stop, even if it were for the sake of putting up a strong front. “What you said when you– You knew all along, didn't you? About my power.” 

 I nod. There's no need to hide anything anymore if we're laying our cards on the table. And she already knows the kind of difficult position she's put herself in. “Though it's disappointing that you would call it 'your power' when it's anything but.” 

 “It is mine!” she snaps at me, indignant, a flicker of something coming to life in her uncovered eye. “I toiled, and I planned, and I took it! It's mine!” 

 “It's hers,” I correct, not unkindly. I'm no more thrilled about it than she is. “Or was your terror when I almost purged that thing from your hand for something else? You don't hold the power, that thing in your hand does. She controls it, she controls you, thus the power is hers. Not yours.” 

 “As if something like that makes the slightest bit of difference!” she retorts angrily. “You talk like me choosing to submit to her to get what I want could have gone any other way! If you knew what she's capable of–!” 

 “I do know what she's capable of,” I cut her off, her jaw clicking shut the moment I begin to speak. “Immortal. Holding a power that should have disappeared from this world. The source of that power you covet. Did you think she would let you keep it?” 

 “I... If I serve her faithfully–“ 

 “Cinder,” I lower my voice to be just loud enough for her to hear. Emerald might be holding off eavesdroppers, but that still leaves one that definitely doesn't need to hear this next part. “You know what she is. Hell, I imagine you felt a kinship with her. You do share similar goals. So tell me, what would you do with a faithful subordinate who has something you want?” She doesn't answer aloud, but her conclusion is written on her face. “No matter how congenial she might portray herself as, in the end there's only one person who will win in her camp.” 

 “So what, you expect me to switch sides, just like that?” she sneers, “All you've told me is that I'm stuck! I chose my side so now we both have to live with it if you want to live at all!” 

 “Oh, are we at the threatening part?” I ask, crossing one leg over the other, casual as can be. “The part where you threaten to have your illusionists spirit me away to dispose of me? I knew exactly what I was getting into, you came to that conclusion yourself. You think I didn't take precautions?” 

 “I think you're a pompous fool who likes to hear himself talk.” 

 My lips purse in thought, my head slowly bobbing in an agreeable nod. “Accurate. I do find my own voice quite pleasant. So what precisely is your long-term plan if I roll over? Continue serving her until she decides she doesn't need you as much as she wants that power back?” 

 Her jaw clenches. She knows she doesn't have one. “My plan is to survive.” 

 “Oh, delightfully vague. Not that I blame you.” I shrug, drumming fingers on my knee. “Here's my understanding of your situation. You have the power you want, or at least part of it. Your employer wants you to get the rest and ideally destroy this place while doing it. And succeed or fail, she'll seek your death at some point in the future. Am I correct so far?” 

 Her face scrunches slightly in confusion, “How do you even know–?” 

 “You assume,” I continue, cutting her off again, “that were you to switch sides, tell Ozpin everything, he'd kill you anyway. Not sure that's true, he's seemed rather more pragmatic than that to me but I can understand the caution. And of course he would have you monitored for the rest of your life which I imagine you would find displeasing. So you have a choice between someone who will kill you or someone who might kill you or imprison you with surveillance.” 

 “I will not beg for absolution at Ozpin's feet!” 

 “Yes, yes. You cannot be caged, you cannot be controlled.” … Looking at her, I should maybe cool it with rolling my eyes at her excessive histrionics. It's not earning me any points with her beyond reminding her I'm not afraid of her temper tantrums. “So no good options there. Meaning there's only one path left. Have you ever considered going third party?” 

 “Third–?” she begins to ask, but she very quickly figures out what I mean. “Aha... ahahaha, ahahahaha!” she cackles, even open laughter sounds slightly malevolent coming from her. Not... Exactly the reaction I was looking for. “You, you honestly think you could be on her level?! I knew you were arrogant but–“

 
 “Kneel.” 

 A whispering thud as her knees drop solidly onto the grass, hands on her thighs.

 
 “Did you forget? Or did you choose to forget?” I ask, crossing my leg the other way. “Retake your seat.” 

 With as little movement as possible she slides back onto the bench, and as far away from me as possible. Ah, there it is. That fear she seemed to have forgotten. “That first night, all those other times, that wasn't–“ 

 “The night that you threatened to maim me? A moment of weakness let me nudge you in the right direction. But after that? No, that was all you.” No need for her to get the wrong impression here. Everything we did together since then was by her choice. “Those two aren't the only ones who have power. And that is just a fraction of what I could have, given time. Which, quite conveniently, is something we have.” 

 “We?” she echoes, still pressed into the opposite arm of the bench. “You're talking like I'm on your side already.” 

 “I imagine you are by default unless something better comes along. Which, by the way, I can pretty much guarantee won't happen.” I turn my body to face her, crossed leg sliding over to rest onto the seat. A bit more open, a bit less businesslike. “Your plan will take what, six, seven months to complete? That's a lot of time to work with before you need to make a decision. Until then, why not hedge your bets? Let me show you what I'm capable of and maybe when the time comes, you take a gamble on a real chance at survival.” 

 “Still arrogant. To think you could ever have a chance standing against Salem.” 

 “And hell,” I add jovially, “Maybe I'll even let you really get power. Not just with that leech handcuff she gave you. I know where an opportunity is, and frankly unlike your last target this one the world is better off without.” 

 And there it is. The fear is gone. Replaced with that glint of want in her eye. There's one key to Cinder's heart and that is, was, and always will be power. “I suppose we'll see how things play out, won't we Mister Dracul?” 

 -(-)- 

 'Come to the Hegemon. Back entrance. Room 813. I have a surprise for you.' 

 That was the message Weiss left me, and so here I am outside the place my relationship with Weiss began in earnest. Based on the time she sent it, she probably meant to escort me here herself until she saw Cinder waylay me. Honestly with how that conversation went I should probably be focusing on other things, like working to gain more powers. But I have trouble saying no to Weiss. It can wait a day. 

 Circling the building to the service entrance, a doorman who looks more like security gives me a sharp nod before opening the door for me. From there up to the eighth floor and room 813. My knuckles meet the door only twice before the door opens to reveal a wave of... blonde hair? Yang grins at me, grabbing my raised arm below the elbow and yanking me into the room and slamming the door behind me. “Ah, hello Yang. I rather thought I'd be meeting Weiss h-mmph!” She shows me how much my words matter to her by her tongue twisting around mine to silence them. 

 Well, err, okay! I mean Weiss and I do have an agreement and she's certainly figured out I'm still fucking my team by now so this is probably– 

 “Yang!” I hear Weiss exclaim from behind me. I turn as much as Yang is willing to let me, getting a look at my petite girlfriend who looks... Well, not pissed, more annoyed. “What are you doing?! You were supposed to wait in the bathroom and let me invite him in so I could surprise him!” 

 Yang finally pulls back, a trail of spit connecting us that she cuts with a finger. “He looks plenty surprised to me,” Yang pants with a grin. “Besides, you need to add a little spontaneity to your life, Weiss Cream.” 

 “Weiss?” I ask about a half-dozen questions with just her name. 

 She sighs, wrapping her arms around me from behind and moulding herself to my back. “With our teams and everything we haven't gotten to spend a lot of time together so I thought I'd plan a romantic night. But then I got to thinking about our talk on the airship and about... You know... Other, umm...” 

 She's still embarrassed. That's adorable. “I remember.” 

 “Right,” she sighs, relieved. “So me and Y– I mean, Yang and I have been talking, getting to know each other and we talked about you and I thought that... we... could...” 

 “Have a night of sexy fun,” Yang comes to her rescue, flouncing her way towards me to press her assets against me while looking up into my eyes, full of faux-innocence she's probably practiced to perfection. “No strings attached, just like last time. Just see how things go.” 

 I glance over my shoulder to see Weiss is burying her face in my back. “Okay,” I nod, “But first, if we're going to do this,” I gently guide Weiss out from behind me and move to one side, “I think it's important that you two get to know each other better.” 

 Yang looks game, moving toward the smaller girl with amorous intent. “Vlad?” Weiss asks with trepidation. 

 “Ours, right?” I remind her. 

 Her wide eyes move from me to Yang. The slightly intimidating, more experienced girl unintentionally looming over her. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” Yang asks, Weiss shaking her head. “Me neither.” Even saying that, she doesn't hesitate to dive in, possessively taking Weiss' lips as the Schnee lets out a muffled sound of surprise. “I guess we're both exploring new ground tonight.” 

 As Weiss blinks owlishly, I gently pull her toward the bed, sitting on a corner of it she climbs onto my knee, eagerly kissing me. Yang follows, perching on my other leg to turn it into a three-way kiss. It's probably not what she intended but Weiss is quickly overwhelmed by mine and Yang's more dominant inclination and before long she's being thrown on to the bed and being stripped naked, Yang and I taking turns undressing ourselves, making sure one of us is on Weiss at all times. 

  
 All of us naked and flushed with anticipation, Yang lays next to Weiss on the bed. Weiss looks over the more buxom girl, frowning as she finds herself wanting by comparison. “How did you get such amazing curves?” 

 “Thanks! Genetics, I guess.” 

 “I... R-Right! I should start filling out any day now of course!” Weiss tries to convince herself more than either of us. 

 “Aww, don't worry Weiss Cream!” Yang reassures her, fingers tracing up and down her petite body to make her shudder. “Whether that happens or not, you're already a snack!” 

 “A... Snack?” Weiss echoes, face scrunched up in confusion. 

 “Yep! Good enough to eat!” the brawler grins, sliding down the bed and shoving her head between Weiss legs. 

 “O-Oh!” Weiss squeals, her hand instinctively gripping Yang's head and pulling her deeper. 

 “Cfful f th hurr,” Yang speaks into Weiss folds warningly. 

 “Oh, s-sorry!” 

 As great a show as this is, I'm starting to feel superfluous. At least until Yang starts wiggling her ass at me in invitation, one hand reaching between her legs to tease open her lower lips. Moving behind her I waste no time, giving her big ass a quick swat before shoving inside her soaked cunt.  “Nnh!” she moans with her tongue buried in Weiss' pussy. 

 “Ah, just as good as I remember,” I sigh. “How is she for you, love?” 

 “Quite good,” Weiss offers moderate praise while gently caressing Yang's hair, something the blonde seems to appreciate. “Do you like what my boyfriend is giving you, Yang?” 

 “Anh, yeah!” Yang cheers as she continues to pleasure Weiss with her fingers, vigorously fucking herself back against me, her ass jiggling as it slaps against me. “I love his huge cock! I don't know how it managed to fit into this cute, tiny pussy of yours!” Her piece said, she dives back down to slurp at the Schnee's slippery folds. 

 Looks like her new eagerness is enough to drive Weiss over the edge, her body tensing up for seconds straight before relaxing. “You're so vulgar,” Weiss admonishes her teammate mere seconds after cumming all over her face. 

 “She is at that,” I agree, staring at the other hole taunting me. My fingers trace around the little ring as I continue fucking her, it twitches in response. 

 “Hah, you thinking of breaking down my back door?” Yang asks, “You'd be the first. I've only had toys in there.” 

 “Wait, Vlad, you're going to–?!” Weiss half-asks, turning around and sliding under Yang, getting a close look at Yang's pussy lips spread apart by my shaft. “Is this what it looked like when you were inside me?” she asks with awe. 

 “No, you were even tighter.” I pull out, leaving Yang's cunt a gaping, sloppy mess. “Maybe you should return the favour, Weiss,” I suggest as I take aim at my new target, pressing firmly against Yang's tightest hole. 

 Oooooh...” Yang groans, “That's it big guy, shove it in, make it yours...” 

 I feel Weiss head brush up against my balls as her tongue gently traces her teammate's labia with her tongue. All the while I up the pressure little by little until the head of my cock pops into her asshole. 

 “Yes!” she shouts in a breathless, guttural groan, “Now give it to me! Fuck me! Ruin my tight little asshole!” 

 Jesus, what is it with the women in her family being so hardcore during sex?! Not that I'm complaining as I do exactly what she asks, giving very little mercy as I force my way deeper into her bowels, hammering her guts with every thrust and hoping her aura can take it. It's so fucking hot and tight, and my girlfriend below me licking her pussy, and Yang's head dipping to get back at Weiss. I'm fucking Yang in that ass while they're sixty-nining, making each other cum, Yang's asshole clamping down on me even tighter with every orgasm. 

 There's no way I can hold back for even a second longer as I spray jet after jet of hot cum into Yang's ass. 

 Yang collapses as I pull out, dropping heavily onto Weiss. My cum slowly leaks out of her gaping hole, dripping down to spatter over Weiss' porcelain skin. 

 I sigh in satisfaction. “That was great. Who's up for round two?”