Not Four! Four? No, Not Really! Chapter 2 (23WYNM bonus chapter)

Hey! I! I am here! I live and stuff. I live and I am so fucking sorry! First off: Thank you all for like sticking around. I don’t quite know why you did, but I really appreciate it! I am so sorry. I… have like no good excuse for my absence other than like… mental health? I’ve been writing a new book, and completely under estimated how many spoons that might require. I’ve been a total mess for the past 2 months. Please take this chapter as an apology. I am so so so sorry. 

Chapter 2

“We- we don’t have a fourth soul mate? Do we?”

“No! No! What are you talking about! That would be ridiculous! How- how could-” They locked eyes realizing it together.

“Weiss!”

“Oh fuck! I knew leaving her out was a bad idea!” Blake covered her face shameful.

“It’s fine. I- I’m sorry it’s fine.” Yang tried to convince herself.

“That must have been her messaging us!”

“Fuck.” The blonde cursed.

“We have to check our scrolls now!” Blake demanded, wriggling herself out of Yang’s arms.

“Yeah.” Yang agreed, the two scrambling to grab their scrolls.

“Assholes!” “What the hell!” “Edging? Seriously”  They read off in turn from their messages.

“Fuck.” Yang hid her face.

“Keep going!” Blake instructed, already reading ahead.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” “This week?” “Really this week!” “Today of all days!?”

“This is not getting better.” Yang warned as if they could just stop reading.

“Keep going.” Blake repeated.

“I just started my cycle!” “Cramps, breaking out, my head is killing me, and now you two knuckleheads won’t stop fiddling each other down there?”

“Blake”

“Don’t stop!”

“And neither of you are checking your phones!” “Perfect!” “Fucking perfect!” “Fine, I know what’ll get your attention!” The two-thirds thrupple glanced at each other, all too aware that they had fucked up and that their mate needed them.

“Do you want to knock?” Yang sheepishly offered.

“N- No!” Blake covered her chest with crossed arms almost scared.

“She did seem mad huh?” Yang winced.

“It’s not like we could just not…”

“I mean… we could?” Yang protested, far from wanting to brave their mate’s wrath.

“We can’t just ignore her because she is mad. Especially after that…”

“We didn’t know.”

“Both our scrolls wouldn’t shut up!”

‘You… make a good point.” Yang allowed.

“We love her.” Blake reminded with a frown.

“Course we do.”

“And I feel bad enough that we were doing it without her to begin with.”

Yang just shifted her head from side to side. “It’s not like the two of you have never… without me.”

“I know, but most of the times that happened was before we knew, before we all realized.”

“So you and her haven't… without me in months?”

“I mean, I’ve done it on my own?” Blake pouted.

“Oh shit, I just thought you two had grown sated enough with just the one go between the both of you?”

Blake shook her head softly. “I mean, it’s not that I never would with just one of you. It’s just that… if I have the chance, I want both of you two.”

“We did invite her to hang with us?” Yang shrugged.

“Yes, but that was back when it was supposed to be us plus Ruby and Penny.”

“It was… for like five minutes.” Yang reasoned away.

Blake gave a disappointed look.

“Hey, I raided my stash, apology chocolate should go a long way!”

“I guess.” Blake shifted worriedly, her hand raising to the door.

“Yeah, so she can’t be that mad!”

“She can and she is!” Weiss’s shrill voice rang out from behind the thin door.

“Oh, shit she heard us.” Yang groaned.

“Slip the chocolate under the door and no soulmates get killed!” Weiss threatened the both of them, a mild growl of frustration and pain under her breath.

Blake quickly stole them away from Yang’s protective grip before kneeling down and almost immediately realizing that there was no chance nor hope that the chocolates could slip under the door without it being opened.

“Weiss? Love? The gap is too small for Yang’s chocolate. If you open the door, I can give you some pain killers too?”

“Yeah, come on Weiss. Open up!”

“I hate you both!” Weiss slammed her fist down against a pillow. Coincidentally she at that same movement realized that getting the chocolates from under the door would have involved standing and getting out of bed either way.

“Naaah! You love us!” Yang boasted, firmly punching the door in what was intended to be a playful gesture, but due to the way Ruby had broken it months earlier and the shoddy repair job, it only succeeded in making a loud metal clacking.

“Matricide. Fratricide. Sororicide. Regicide. What is the one for killing your lover again?” Weiss forced herself up, storming up to the door and stopping the metal ringing before opening it completely.

“Mariticide.” Blake rose a sheepish finger before offering the chocolate and painkillers up to the shortest of the triad.

“Mariticide, huh? You care to help me cover up the crime? Money and the Schnee name go a long way, but I doubt my acquittal’s certainty if the body is poorly hidden.

Yang broke out into anxious laughter. “You! You wouldn’t!” She laughed off her worry only to go silent the moment she spotted the murderous intent in the heiress’s eyes.

“I could live with only one soulmate!” Weiss poked Yang’s chest forcefully. “Most people do as it is. And I know it wasn’t Blake’s idea to go for three in two minutes” She poked again, Blake finally catching sight of the blood on Weiss’s fingers.

“It… it was actually four in one and a half.” Yang couldn’t help but boast about her accomplishment, even when it was clearly becoming a growing hazard to her health.

“Weiss! You’re hand- Blood-” Blake worried, taking it only to realize how the dried blood had gotten there.

Weiss just growled and rolled her eyes, frustration momentarily getting the better of her at the utter lack of empathy from the dumb blonde jock. Giving up completely, she just turned away and marched back to her bed, plopping down and stealing some chocolates from the box Yang had brought her.

Blake gave Yang the angry glare she knew Weiss wanted to give herself.

“Aye, what’d I do wrong? It’s not like you weren’t the one who-”

“She’s hurting!”

“I know, but…” Yang glanced back to the heiress curling up on her bed with a fluffy pillow. “But that ain’t right.”

“Huh?”

“What isn’t right!” Weiss snapped, looking back to Yang, her mouth embarrassingly filled with chocolate.

“My soulmate shouldn’t be left with only a pillow to snuggle when she is in pain; that just ain’t right.”

Weiss softened, and though Yang wasn’t looking in Blake’s direction, she could still feel the faunus untensing as well.

Weiss whimpered, the softest sign and yet still the closest she would ever allow herself to get to actually asking for her soulmates to come cuddle her.

“I think we have a soulmate to snuggle?” Yang flashed the same smile she had when making Blake come for the fourth time in far too quick succession.

Blake snickered to herself, realizing that the two might as well be the same to the blonde, both were just a form of taking care of her soulmate; why would Yang ever see them as different? “Yeah, I think we do.” Blake took Yang’s hand and lead the way.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Weiss barked, letting go of the pillow she had been clutching to her waring belly as Yang pulled it away from her.

“Taking care of the princess.” Yang smirked before leaning in to steal a soft kiss.

“I’m sorry we didn’t check our scrolls.” Blake whispered as all her cat grace aided her in hopping over to the far side of the bed so she could be face to face with Weiss while Yang slinked into the bed from behind the heiress.

“We love you.” Yang softly offered with a delicate kiss at the back of Weiss’s neck.

“I am not having sex with you two!” Weiss huffed frustrated and exhausted, her head and bones aching as she felt like she was being stabbed elsewhere.

“Shh, we know, we know.” Blake whispered, her fingertips gently pulling back Weiss’s beautiful white hair and tucking it behind Weiss’s ear.

“I- I know you two just wanted to have fun, but-”

“I’m sorry.” Yang gently ran her fingers through the tangled mess Weiss’s hair had become in the horrible day spent in bed. “We didn’t know.”

“Not like I didn’t try to tell you two!”

“Come now princess, that’s not really fair. You don’t check your scroll when the three of us are having sex.” Blake leveled, her head settling lower to snuggle into the heiress’s chest as she wrapped her arms around the other woman.

“It didn’t feel good! And five was beyond excessive!”

“It was just four.” Yang calmed, doing her best not to allow evil ideas of having one of them ruined with that many successive climaxes.

“Why keep count after three?!” Weiss rolled her eyes only to immediately regret it as her head pounded.

“You know, sometimes cumming can help with cramps a little?” Yang’s tone came off less pushy and more empathetic than the others would have expected of her saying such a thing. “I mean, I do it all the time when I’m cycling.” That, now that sounded a lot more Yang to her soulmates’ ears.

“I mean, she’s not entirely wrong.” Blake admitted with a blush. “It can help sometimes.

“I! I know!” Weiss snapped a little harsh. “I know, but I’m still really not feeling sexy today. Doing… what I did to get your attention was rough enough. Gah- I feel gross.”

“Hey, you’re not gross.” Yang nearly ordered. “But, either way, it is ok if you aren’t feeling up to it.”

“We’re sorry.” Blake kissed adoringly at Weiss’s shoulder. “We wouldn’t have started playing like that if we knew you didn’t want to feel it.”

“If you had called, we probably would have seen it.”

“Or if you had just told us it was your time of the month and that you needed us, we would have been more than willing to cancel plans and do a soulmate cuddle pile.”

“Yeah, course.” Yang tacked on. “We love you, we would have been happy to be there for you. I mean, the two of us get them too.”

Weiss whimpered, unaccustomed to having her pain so thoroughly validated.

“What’s wrong?” Blake looked up to the heiress.

“N- nothing! Shut up!” Weiss sniffled, wiping away tears as they began.

“It’s ok. Let it out.” Yang wrapped her arms around the both of her soulmates.

“We aren’t going anywhere.” Blake assisted in wiping away the tears as their six legs seemed to slowly entangle with each other.

“T- thank you…” Weiss pouted, hesitant to thank for such a thing… but it wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate it immensely.

“Nothing to thank for.” “Like we said…” “We are sorry” Blake and Yang exchanged only to finish together.

“I! I!” Weiss stammered.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Blake began, but Yang joined in with her.

“It’s going to be alright. Just cuddle, take some painkillers, and snuggle up with us, right here. We love you.”

“I love you too… you dorks.” Weiss surrendered, allowed the other two to hold her, most of all, she just let herself enjoy the comfort they gave her despite her pain. For that pain would only ever be temporary, their love? If she had any luck, that would be permanent.

The End