Firecracker In The Common Room

Evening had settled over Beacon Academy. The halls of the dorm building were filled with the murmurings of students returning late from wherever they spent the day.

Team RWBY filed into their room after dinner and after spending time with Team JNPR. As the others entered the dorm, Gray activated his Semblance, having waited for this moment. He was going to get Yang alone and talk.

"Yang, can you hang back for a few minutes? I need to talk to you about something." He said.

Yang turned at being addressed and nodded in agreement. Her expression was unquestioning as she followed Gray back out into the hallway. The other girls barely registered them leaving.

Gray led Yang to the common room. He looked inside and found the space was empty, the lights off, casting shadows across the furniture. Great. If there were some people here, he would have taken her to the roof. Gray flicked on the lights, the artificial glow illuminating the room as he closed the door behind them. He led Yang to one of the couches, sitting down and telling her to take a seat next to him.

Once settled, he took a deep breath, his mind racing with the questions that had been on his mind. He turned to Yang.

"Yang, I need to ask you something." He began. "Did you ever go to a club owned by a guy named Junior?"

Yang nodded, her expression just as open and unguarded as Blake’s had been. "Yes, I did." She replied.

"Did you have a fight there?"

Yang's expression remained unchanged as she responded. "Yes."

There was a small part of Gray that hoped it was some other girl that went there that night, but he guessed he was just being a fool.

"Why did you go there?" He asked. "And why did you get violent?"

Yang's gaze flicked to the side, her expression thoughtful as she considered his questions. "I was looking for information on my mother." She said. Interestingly, her voice had an edge of frustration to it. "They didn't have the info I needed, and they threatened me to leave. I got frustrated and took it out on them."

Another mother. If Gray were flippant, he might just have written these girls off as having mommy issues. But that would oversimplify the effect parents can have on their kids. Still though, this was the fourth mother story he was hearing.

As Gray sat there with Yang next to him, and sorting through his thoughts, he got to thinking about his own mother. Or both his parents. They were both there for him growing up. Neither were ever in some kind of danger like Ruby’s mom or estranged like Weiss’s parents. They just lived in the countryside of Vale to the south. Close enough for there to be defenses against Grimm and with a Huntsman presence on most days of the week. His dad even had Huntsman training.

Gray had trouble imagining what it was like to lose a parent. His dad didn’t go out on missions like Ruby’s mom...

Wait.

Ozpin told him that Ruby’s mom likely died on a mission. And Yang was looking for her mom. Ruby and Yang looked very different from each other in a few ways, making Gray wonder if they were really related. He’d been meaning to ask about that for days now.

"Yang, what happened with your mother?" He asked, looking at her usually cheerful face intently. "And was she different from Ruby's mother?"

Yang's expression was thoughtful for a moment before she began speaking.

"My dad, Taiyang, married a woman from his team, Raven. She was my mom." Yang explained. "When I was born, Raven just left. According to dad, she left us without any warning, without any discussion. There were no arguments, no signs. She just... disappeared."

Abandonment. Gray couldn’t imagine that. What mother could just walk away from her own child?

“Another member of their team from their Beacon days was a woman called Summer. She helped my dad look after me when Raven left. They grew closer and eventually married. Then they had Ruby.” Yang explained.

Finally, it made sense now. They shared a father but had different mothers. Gray can lay that mystery to rest now.

"Raven's brother, my uncle Qrow, stuck around and helped too. They had all been on a team together. Our dad, my uncle, my mom, and Ruby's mom, Summer. Everything seemed fine for a while. We were happy. But Summer went on a mission and didn't come back. She was so strong, could take down any Grimm easily... but this mission was different."

She was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"My dad lost two loves." Yang said. Her voice was too... normal, for what she was talking about. Though that was likely the fault of his Semblance. "I lost two mothers. Ruby barely remembers one of them and never knew the other. I don’t even remember one of them."

There was a slight tension around Yang’s eyes as she said, "I've resented my biological mother this whole time. Raven never visited, never paid any condolences for the loss of Summer. She never apologized for leaving. I so badly wanted to meet her, just so I could punch her or scream at her. Or anything, or... I don't know."

Gray let the ensuing silence reign. He had been learning so many heavy things today, and he still didn’t really know what to say. But this Raven person... He couldn't imagine a mother leaving her child so abruptly. Did this woman even have a maternal instinct?

Could Gray do something here? Could he help Yang in some way with this unresolved issue with her mother? Was that woman even still alive? What did she even look like?

Then he remembered the footage of Yang at the bar in Junior’s club. She showed something on her scroll to Junior.

“Yang, what did you show Junior on your scroll that night at the club?” He asked.

“It was a picture of Raven. A blurry picture that Uncle Qrow sent me.” She told him.

“Can I see it?”

“Sure.”

Yang pulled out her scroll and navigated to the photos. A couple seconds later she was showing him the screen. Gray looked at it and saw a dark silhouette. It looked like a person leaping away in the night. It did look like a woman with long hair, something red in her hair and wearing a skirt, but otherwise it was difficult to make anything out.

He certainly couldn’t figure out if she was hot just from this. Still, it was likely she was hot since Yang was her daughter. He then sighed inwardly at his own horny greed. Already he was thinking of adding another woman to his harem.

He looked down at Yang’s chest, appreciating her big breasts. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t play with them nearly enough as it was.

The silence after her confession about Raven and Summer had gone on while he ruminated. Her lilac eyes were wandering across the room, fingers curled in her lap. He felt for her, he really did. Abandonment, loss, a mother who vanished without a word. He should have been comforting her or planning how to track Raven down. Something useful. Instead, heat pooled low in his gut, his gaze sliding to the swell of her breasts beneath her jacket.

Fuck.

He rubbed a hand over his face, guilt gnawing at him. Blake’s story had been heavy too, and he’d still bent her over a bench.

But his cock didn’t care. It strained against his jeans, throbbing at the thought of those tits bouncing. He glanced at the door. He didn’t hear any footsteps. Still, the common room was public. Anyone could walk in. His Semblance was active, but his old instincts still screamed at him.

He spoke, his voice a low whisper. “No one will use the common room tonight while I’m here with Yang.”

These commands he made never gave any indication that they worked. No fanfare. No noise of confirmation. So, he just had to believe they did.

He studied her profile. Soft cheeks, full lips, pretty eyes, a cute nose, and the curve of her neck. He looked down at her breasts again. He wanted her tits in his hands, wanted to fuck her hard.

But did he want to do it while under the use of his Semblance, like with Blake? No. He wanted to see Yang be into it.

The blank, pliant Blake had been hot, but Yang’s fire and enthusiasm were also hot. But what if she wasn’t into doing it in the common room? He’d have to make some more commands to make this happen.

Another whisper, lips brushing her ear. “Yang, you’re really turned on by the idea of fucking in the common room. It’s risky, but that makes you want it more. You’ll be cautious, but you’re into it. When I turn off my Semblance, you’ll want to ride me.”

Plan set, he exhaled and let the Semblance drop. The blur at his edges vanished. Yang blinked and looked at him beside her. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when Gray leaned in and put his arm around her shoulders. The grin on his face was enough to tell her what he wanted.

A flush creeped up her neck and her thighs pressed together. She glanced at the door, then at him, eyes glinting with a mix of nerves and heat.

“Gray…” Her voice was low, husky. “This place is way too open.”

He smirked and said, “That’s what makes it fun.”

With his other hand he touched her face, fingers brushing her jaw, tilting her lips up to his. Their lips met softly at first. Then Yang surged forward, hungry, arms sliding around his neck. Tongues tangled, breaths hot and messy. She tasted like fire and cinnamon gum. Gray’s hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss stretched long and deep until the room narrowed to just her mouth, her heat.

Yang’s palms slid down his chest, nails scraping lightly. With a sudden push she had him flat on his back, the armrest cool under his head. Gray smirked up at her flushed face, lilac eyes blazing. “Eager, huh?”

She shot a quick look at the door, then back to him. The high backrest blocked the direct line of sight. If she stayed low, they would be hidden. She bit her lip, a flicker of caution warring with the command he’d planted. “We’re good,” she murmured, more to herself than him.

Her hands dropped to his belt, fingers deft. The buckle clinked open, then his zipper rasped. She tugged his jeans down just enough, freeing his cock. It sprang up, already hard, and flopped against his abdomen. Yang’s gaze raked over him, hungry. She leaned down, tongue flicking out to trace the underside. Saliva coated him in warm, wet strokes. She wrapped her fingers around the base, jerking lazily, eyes locked on his.

Gray’s head rested on the armrest, giving him the perfect view. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, lips stretched around him.

“You’re so pretty, Yang.” He said, voice rough, meaning every word.

A blush flared across her cheeks. The compliment, a genuine one unlike the crass ones she’d likely heard before, threw her for a second. She faltered, smiled shyly, then redoubled her efforts, sucking deeper, tongue swirling. The appreciation in her eyes was unmistakable.

She pulled off with a wet pop, sitting up. She turned to the side and undid her boots. They hit the floor with soft thuds, then her shorts followed. “I want to ride you, Gray. Right here.” Her voice was low, edged with challenge.

He arched a brow, teasing. “Even if someone walks in?”

She glanced at the door again, then back, grin fierce. “I’ll make you cum quick.”

After Blake? He doubted it. But he let her have the bravado. “Show me.”

Yang swung a leg over him, knees bracketing his hips on the narrow couch. The cushions dipped under her weight. She pulled her panties aside then reached between them, fingers wrapping around his slick shaft, guiding the head to her entrance. A low, satisfied sigh slipped out as she sank down slowly until her ass settled flush on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt.

“I’ve been missing this.” She murmured, voice husky, lilac eyes half-lidded.

Gray groaned at the tight heat gripping him. “Hasn’t been that long since last time.”

“Still.” She rolled her hips once, testing. “I’ve missed it. You could ask for it more often, y’know.”

He flashed a grateful grin. “I’ll take you up on that. Starting now.” His hands tugged at the hem of her top.

Yang’s grin turned wicked. She grabbed the fabric and peeled both top and bra up in one smooth motion. Her heavy breasts spilled free, bouncing with the motion. Full, pale and nipples already hard. Gray’s breath caught. His palms slid up her toned stomach, making her shiver, then cupped the soft weight of her tits, thumbs brushing the stiff buds.

She giggled, low and breathy. “Boys really like boobs, huh?”

“Yep.” He squeezed gently, savoring the give. “Often to our detriment, but we’ll never not want to see and touch. That alright with you?”

She scoffed, playful. “Aren’t you already latched on?”

“So I am.” He answered with a firmer squeeze, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Yang’s head tipped back, a shuddering moan escaping as she lifted her hips. The drag of her pussy along his length was exquisite. Tight, wet, and perfect. She dropped back down, thighs slapping his, then rose again, setting a steady rhythm. Gray’s hands stayed on her breasts, kneading, pinching, watching them bounce with every thrust.

Her palms braced on either side of his head, blonde hair curtaining them as she rode harder. The couch creaked beneath them, muffled by the thick cushions. She kept her moans low, breath hitching each time she bottomed out. Gray bit back his own moans to stay quiet, focusing on the slick heat, the slap of skin, the way her tits filled his hands.

Minutes blurred. Yang’s pace quickened, thighs trembling, but Gray held steady. His earlier session with Blake gave him some resistance to his next orgasm. He rolled a nipple and tugged lightly. She gasped, her walls fluttering around him. Still, he wasn’t close. Not yet.

Time blurred into heat and friction. Gray’s hips rolled up to meet Yang’s every downward thrust, the couch groaning under them. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, slick walls milking him with each stroke. Blake’s earlier session had bought him stamina, and he was damn proud of it. The feel of Yang’s tits in his palms, warm, heavy, nipples stiff under his thumbs, was its own high. Every squeeze drew a shudder from her, every pinch a gasp.

Yang’s face was a study in pleasure: flushed cheeks, parted lips, lilac eyes locked on his. The eye contact sent sparks down his spine. She rode him in short, frantic bursts, then slowed to long, grinding rolls, chasing the angles that made her breath catch. Gray helped by kneading her breasts and stimulating the peaks between his fingers, watching her eyes flutter.

Her moans stayed low, muffled by effort, but the sounds were still melodies he wanted to hear forever. Minutes stretched. Sweat beaded between her breasts, slid down her stomach. Then her rhythm faltered. Her hips stuttered, her thighs trembled. A long, drawn-out moan tore from her throat as she came, pussy clamping down hard, juices coating his shaft. Her eyes went glassy, unfocused, and gorgeous.

She slumped forward, forehead against his shoulder, hair tickling his neck. “You… haven’t cum yet…” A pout edged her voice, half-miffed, half-impressed.

Gray grinned, arms sliding around her back. “Guess that means it’s my turn.”

“Hmm?” She lifted her head, curious.

He tightened his grip, muscles coiling. “Hold on.”

Gray locked his arms around Yang’s back, palms sliding down to grip her ass. The flesh gave under his fingers, warm and firm. He squeezed hard, and she moaned into his shoulder, the sound vibrating against his skin.

Then he flexed, abs tight, and drove up into her.

Yang’s head snapped back, a sharp, surprised moan tearing free. “Ah—!”

He didn’t ease up. Hips snapped upward in a brutal, relentless rhythm, each thrust jolting her body against him. The couch creaked violently; flesh slapped flesh, the wet sound echoing in the empty room. Yang clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to match the pace but overwhelmed.

“Hm! Ah! Ah! Aah!” Her voice climbed, breath hitching with every slam. “Hmm! Gra-ay! Fuck! Ah! Aaah! I-It’s sensi-tive! Oh!”

Gray’s thighs burned, lungs heaving, but he pushed through. His Aura flared minutely to keep the strain at bay. He angled his hips, grinding against her front wall on every upstroke, chasing her second peak. Yang’s moans turned frantic, muffled against his neck as she shuddered.

He felt it building. His own release was coiling hot and tight. A few more punishing thrusts and she broke again, pussy clamping down like a vice, a high whine spilling from her throat. Her whole body convulsed, thighs trembling around his hips.

That was it.

Gray buried himself deep, arms crushing her to his chest. His cock pulsed. Once, twice, then erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her. He groaned low, hips jerking with each spurt, riding the wave until the last shudder left him boneless.

They collapsed together, Yang limp and panting against him. The common room was silent again except for their ragged breathing and the faint tick of cooling metal somewhere in the walls.

Gray drifted in the afterglow, Yang’s weight warm and heavy across his chest. The common-room lights faded in and out of his vision. He blinked, realized they were both half-dozing, and gave her ass a sharp slap.

Smack.

Yang jolted with a muffled yelp, eyes snapping open. “Hey!”

“Falling asleep here would be bad.” He said, voice low. “Gotta get up. And make sure to not leave a mess on the couch.”

She pushed up on her elbows, hair mussed, and cheeks flushed. “Ah, right… You don’t think it’ll leak the second I stand?”

He thought about it for a second.

“You could try using your Aura to hold it in ‘til you get in the shower.”

She scrunched her nose. “I’ve never done that before. Can you even do that?”

“It’s tricky, but doable. Focus like you’re Aura like an extension of you. Then send it down there. It might feel like flexing a muscle down there.” He shrugged. “Or you can yank your panties on and pray. Your call.”

“Ugh.” Yang sat up slowly, his softening cock still inside her. Nothing seeped around the seal, yet. She closed her eyes, brow furrowing in concentration. Gray watched for any flicker of her Aura, saw nothing obvious, but felt the subtle shift when her walls tightened experimentally.

“Think I got it,” she muttered. “Stay still.”

She lifted off of him inch by inch, hand hovering near her crotch, ready to clamp down. His dick slipped free with a wet sound... and no drip followed. Yang exhaled, grabbed her panties, and tugged them up fast. Shorts followed. She stood, testing.

A beat of silence.

“Ah, there it is.” A wet patch spread at her groin. She grimaced, then grinned. “Better than the couch.”

Gray chuckled, looking down at his sticky shaft. “Couldn’t bother you for a quick cleanup, could I?”

Yang arched a brow, smirk sharp. “You’re pushing it, mister.” Still, she knelt between his legs, leaned in, and dragged her tongue along his length. Slow, thorough licks gathered their combined mess. She sucked the head clean, gave a final swirl, then stood back up.

“All done.” She said, licking her lips and wiping it clean with the back of her hand. “Let’s get outta here before someone actually shows up.”

They straightened out their clothes and headed back to their room. Gray did join Yang in the shower, and they may have done a little extra hanky-panky, but nothing more. Yang did groan though, about needing to do extra laundry on top of what she already did that day.

They finished showering and spent time sitting on Blake’s bed as they all socialized before bed. Gray decided to sleep in Yang’s bed tonight. She deserved some cuddles after that sex. Though Blake kind of also deserved some but didn’t remember their moment.

He also took a towel up just in case he got horny again in the night.

They all settled in, and the light was flicked off.

Gray lay in bed, the silence of the darkened dorm room keeping him company. There were soft noise from the girls as they slept, but they didn’t get very loud. At worst was Yang but that was because he was right there cuddling her sleeping body.

He had trouble sleeping. Despite the sex he had that day, he had trouble finding sleep. His mind was awake with all the things he had learned and all the plans he needed to keep track of. There was a lot to think about.

To prevent the others from being affected by his wakefulness, Gray activated his Semblance and even gave commands for Team RWBY, and even JNPR, to have very pleasant and sexual dreams about him. He wanted Weiss to continue having fantasies about him being her master as she served him like a maid. He wanted Blake to keep seeing herself as his pet. He wasn’t sure what sort of kinks he wanted Ruby, Yang and Jeanne to have so he commanded them to just have warm and pleasant dreams that involve sharing him with other girls. For Pyrrha, Nora and Ren, he commanded them to have little romantic dreams of him. That would do for now.

So, now here he was. Lying in bed with a sleeping Yang as he tried to clear his mind.

He tried to sort through some of the pressing thoughts. Ordering them and trying to make sense of the bigger picture.

He had made significant progress with all his plans. He was no mastermind, but he could see that things were coming along nicely. It was just the unknowns that bothered him.

Just who was Salem? Ozpin told him what she was like back when they were together, but that was likely centuries, or millennia ago. Who is she now? A long life had likely changed her.

Then there was the possibility of someone that could counter his Semblance. He didn’t know if he’ll ever figure that one out. He may just have to live with the paranoia.

He shook his head. Those topics wouldn’t be answered so soon.

Gray's mind turned to the things closer to him, and the things he had set in motion. He had made plans for Weiss's mother to come to live in or near Vale. It would be part of a larger plan to make use of the criminals of Vale, aim the White Fang at a better cause, and to build up power that he might one day use against Salem. If Vale had a second city, with all of its resources and manpower, then a conflict with the Grimm and the Grimm Lady might be winnable.

For Blake, he wondered if he could facilitate a similar reunion with her mother, Kali. Could he bring Kali to Vale, and could that serve his plans in any other way than to give Blake closure and family? And also, other than the milf sex he was also incentivized by?

Ruby's ancestry was another thing to think about. He wasn’t sure what to do about it other than what he already did. The command he made while in Ozpin’s office, for the Silver-eyed hunters to not go after Ruby, might be enough. Was there anything else he could do? Could he use his power to try and find out what happened to her mother? Maybe Cinder, being part of Salem’s faction, might know.

And then there was Yang. What could he do there? Should he use his Semblance to command Raven to meet with him?

Wait. Meeting with him might be awkward if she suddenly showed up with Yang close by. Maybe a message would work better?

That had worked with Cinder and Torchwick.

As he lay there, the soft glow of the moon casting shadows across the room, Gray made a decision.

Gray, with his Semblance active, commanded, “Yang’s mother, Raven, will send me a message on my scroll, using my number. She will send me a picture of her face.” Just so he knows what she even looks like. Yang’s picture of her was too low quality to make anything out.

After saying that, it occurred to him to get the other mothers to send him messages, just so he had them in his contacts. He forgot to get Willow’s number earlier, so he may as well do that now.

“Willow Schnee will send me a message using my number.” He thought for a moment if he wanted her to send him a picture also. Sure, why not. “Willow will also send me... a picture of her naked body, like when she has a bath or shower.”

It couldn’t hurt to see if she were as hot as he thought she was under those clothes of hers.

“Blake’s mother, Kali Belladonna, will send a message to my number and send a picture of her naked body after a bath or shower.”

Good. Now he’ll get to see the goods before getting physical with them.

He knew that it might take time for their messages to come through. The distance and time zones were a barrier to immediate communication. Plus, Kali lived on Menagerie. That place didn’t have its own CCT tower. Just smaller relay towers from what he heard.

He put his scroll away and cuddled Yang. He played with her breasts for a little bit and, despite how sexy that was, his mind eventually exhausted itself out.

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