Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

The Big C.I

You woke up the next morning to the sound of an argument. Two of the guys were heated, and it was right outside your open door. You twisted your head around to see out of it. All you could see was the back of Fox, standing there with his arm leaning against the frame. You couldn't see him, but you could hear Ajax fighting with him. "God, spare us." Fox jibbed. "I'm telling you faggot, watch your mouth." Ajax growled. "Lighten up big boy, save yourself for your whore." Obviouslt referring to you. Fox turned into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. "Fucking wimp." Ajax growled. You heard turn down the hall, walking away.

What did Fox have against you so bad?

You sat up out of bed and brushed your fingers through your hair; detangling the knots. You were still wearing Cowboy's shirt and decided to slip off your uncomfortable pants. You kept on your underwear and decided you'd take a shower.

You opened the bathroom door; revealing a dingy tiled room. The tiled on the walls were a dim yellow, and clashed against the emerald green sink. You turned on the taps of the yellow tub and stepped in, after removing your shirt and underwear.

A couple minutes passed until you were good and clean. You didn't have a towel, so you just threw on the shirt and underwear you had been wearing before. You opened the door to the hall, and turned into the kitchen. "Hurt me, hurt me." Vermin gawked at you. He was leaning against the counter eating some stale bread. You looked down and saw the white shirt was drenched, leaving not much to the imagination. "Close the shades." You rolled your eyes, turning around, quickly striding to your room to change. You didn't need Vermin always hitting on you. He was good looking, and it was an added temptation you didn't need; but you wouldn't let yourself admit that, you were too stubborn.

You walked through the living room past a watchful Cochise and Cowboy. You ignored them as you saw their eyes shift up and down, hearing their wolf-whistles as you closed your bedroom door. You rolled your eyes and cracked a reluctant smile. Shit. You looked around, there was nothing here for you to wear. You opened your door a crack and called for Ajax.

He entered the hallway from his room and walked over to your door. "I need a spare shirt." You whispered up at him. He tried to peer in the door, trying to figure out why you were hiding. "Why?" He eyed suspiciously, pushing the door open. His face quickly turned from suspicion to hunger, and he closed the door behind him. "Sure lady, I can't get you a shirt. But you've gotta give me somethin' in return." He grinned and grabbed for your chest. You gasped as he gripped it too hard, but he liked that. He was fuelled and grabbed the back of your hair; kissing your neck hard. He was only wearing a pair of slacks and a brown, torn, tank top. You lifted up his shirt over his head; he enjoyed that. He tore down your underwear, and you stepped backwards out of them. You grabbed his pants and yanked them down, as he broke away from kissing your neck. He tore open your shirt, dropping the pieces to the floor. He breathed hard as he took in your naked body, and immediately threw you down on your mattress.

You two finished and you were both out of breath. All you heard in your darkened room were the sounds of heavy panting. You leaned over and switched on your lamp. "So." You looked down at your clothes. "I'll definitely be needing that shirt now." You smirked. He followed your gaze to the torn open shirt on the floor. He clicked his teeth with a smile, and you laughed, hitting his arm. "You're a real fun time, ya know that?" He said. He sat up and pulled his pant legs up, standing up and throwing on his shirt; facing you. You were still completely naked, and the sweat was beading off your chest. Your dim lamp light amplified the mood, and he gave you another tempted look. "What if I don't get that shirt. You'll be stuck like this for my liking." He grinned. You trew your pillow at him, and got up when he closed the door behind him, leaving.

You looked around for your underwear and pulled them up. The door opened a second later. "That was fast-" You begun to say. But it wasn't Ajax. Cowboy was standing in the door awe struck, and Vermin was walking past at the same moment. "Holy-" "Shit-" They completed one another's words. Vermin stopped dead in his tracks and Cowboy provocatively smiled. In that second Ajax growled. "Hey!" He shouldered his way through them slamming the door shut behind himself. He was frowning with a shirt in his hand. He threw it to you. "Put that on. Before anyone else comes barging in." He raised his voice to the last part. You could hear Cowboy's muffled "Hey man, you saw that right?" and Vermin's "You better believe it." You were shocked at what just happened, but laughter came through instead of anger. You threw the shirt over your head. "What's so funny?" Ajax huffed; still salty. "Be cool. Ain't nothing to get hurt over." You said, seductively taking a step towards him. His face was still hard. You looked up at him, biting your lip softly. "They're not the ones who get to score." You winked. His face softened and he moved his face closed to yours. But you quickly turned around; teasing him and grabbing your pants off the floor. You put them on and walked past him, into the hall.