So my self-imposed ban from the Black Lagoon archive, that lasted what, 13 days?

What we have here is basically an exercise in sex. I've never been good at writing sex, so last Friday I just started writing a scene with my two favorite pawns. In the process, I remembered an idea I had a few months back and some 12,000+ words later, I ended up with 5 scenes worth of practice and one fic.

As always, I'm very apprehensive about my work, but oddly, I feel kinda good about this one. I tried to keep the sex tasteful, hopefully it's not too much, nor too little.

Ok, my author's notes are almost as long as some of my fics. Once again, I do not own Black Lagoon.

-UPDATE, 3/5/10 - Adding another arc onto the tail end of this fic ;)

-UPDATE, 3/12/10 - Yet another arc added ;)

-UPDATE, 3/26/10 - Second-to-last arc added ;)

-UPDATE, 3/26/10 - Second-to-last arc added ;)

-UPDATE, 4/11/10 - Final arc added ;)

Like most mornings in Roanapur, the sun shone through the cracked and decrepit shutters of Rock's apartment. The businessman from Japan had intentionally positioned his bed so that every morning the sunrise would beat down on, waking him up. This morning however, Rock's bed sat perfectly made with its occupant nowhere to be found. On the other side of town however, Revy's bed had been working double duty, triple if you count the abuse her and Rock had put it through during the night.

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It all began a week ago with what seemed to be a routine trip to the Yellow Flag. Rock and Revy sat at the bar drinking away the pain of a long days work. Not more than a month ago had Rock watched a sixteen-year-old Yakuza heiress force a blade through her throat, leaving him wondering just where he stood in the scheme of things.

He knew he would never be like his brash, gun slinging partner to his right or the nameless thug to his left, but after spending so long in the darkness of Roanapur, he wondered; would he ever be normal again?

Having no further desire to ponder life's woes, Rock drowned his thoughts with a shot of 151 when his inebriated partner felt the need to ask him a question, "Did you have a girlfriend back home, Rock?"

Rock slowly turned to face her and asked as though he hadn't heard her, "What?"

"Did you have a fuck buddy back home?" She asked.

While he had become accustomed to Revy's obscenity plagued vocabulary, the tone of her inquiry and his already sullied mood made him somewhat disgusted, "What do you care?"

What did she care? In her line of work, Revy wasn't afforded the time for a relationship, nor did she desire the attachment that came with one. She got what she needed, when she needed it; no names or strings, just the occasional, casual screw to tide her over. While interoffice relations were never a good idea, when they were alone in Japan, Revy had begun to muse over the prospect of attempting to bed Rock. That he was handsome didn't help her plight, nor did the fact that the abundance of time she spent with him was time she didn't spend taking care of "business".

Rock knocked down the fresh shot Bao had poured him while Revy replied, "I never asked and you never told."

Rock stared at his glass as Bao refilled it, "I thought nosy types were frowned upon here?"

"And I thought the whole point of drinking was to forget about social fuck law. The rules don't apply when you're drunk, dipshit," and drunk they were.

"So whaddya say, Rock?" Revy asked with a slight smile, "We've had a long fuckin' day; let's hear something interesting."

"No," Rock replied simply.

"What do you mean no?!" Revy sneered.

"I didn't have anyone back home, Revy," Rock replied as he turned to her looking endlessly depressed, "Happy now?"

Through the haze of the alcohol, she felt just a hint of sadness. While her intentions couldn't have been anymore selfish, she had never intended to hurt him. She sorted through her thoughts before coming to her best version of an apology, "Must've been lonely."

"I repeat; what do you care?" Rock replied morosely.

"Hey c'mon, gimme a little credit would ya? Yeah you get on my fuckin' nerves sometimes but we're friends right?" Revy replied.

"Sure," Rock replied simply before returning to his staring contest with a shot glass.

Revy felt a void in her build as she silently observed Rock's saddened state. In these past few months, he'd become the closest friend she'd ever had and seeing him this way slowly started to affect her too. In that moment of viewing him so clearly upset, she felt the desire to cheer him up. She racked her brain searching for something that might at least snap him out of it.

"Want me to shoot someone?" Revy asked as she drew one of her cutlass.

While it wasn't the greatest thing for her to say, it did perk him up somewhat, "Why the hell would I want you to shoot someone?"

"I don't know," Revy replied as she spun the gun back into its holster. "Always makes me feel better."

"Well I'm not you, Revy. I don't get off on watching people die. In fact, I think a little piece of me dies every time I see someone get killed," Rock replied.

Her guilt over Rock's condition quickly vanished at his condescending tone. She chuckled slightly though her tone never turned nasty, "One of these days Rock."

"One of these days, what?" Rock asked harshly.

"One of these days you'll realize just how fucking insignificant life really is," She lit a cigarette and threw one leg over the other as she continued, "Best piece of advice I could ever give you, partner? Take whatever the fuck you can whenever you get the chance, because one day, you'll be nothin' more than worm food."

"I'm glad I can always count on you to cheer me up, Revy," Rock replied as he pounded another shot.

"What the fuck do you expect, Rock? You're sitting there like your best dog just died and for who, for what?" Revy asked. "Yukio? Gimme a fuckin' break."

"She didn't deserve the hand she was dealt," Rock replied.

"Fuck…" Revy knocked back her shot and stood from the bar as she replied, "…spare me this fuckin' conversation."

"Where're you going?" Rock asked.

"To take a fuckin' leak while you cry yourself another shot," Revy replied.

Just as he raised his glass to his lips, Revy's words replayed in Rock's head, "Take whatever the fuck you can whenever you get the chance…"

He slammed the glass onto the bar and quickly stood from his barstool. After almost falling over, Rock gathered his balance and proceeded towards the bathrooms. The door to the ladies room was just closing behind Revy and Rock stumbled into it, pushing the door open before she could lock it.

Immediately on the defense, Revy shouted, "What the fuck are you doing ass--"

Before she could finish her thought, Rock forced his hand down the front of her shorts. Her eyes widened and her body shuddered as his fingers crept into her. Finally, he answered her question, "I'm taking what I can since I've got the fucking chance."

Struggling to maintain a clear head as Rock hit all the right spots, Revy asked, "You sure about this?"

Rock worked his way further into her causing her eyes to roll up and her head to fall back as she fought to remain standing. Again he replied, "Just what the fuck do I have to lose?"

Revy lifted her head and opened her eyes to meet his, "Right answer."

She reached to the door and locked it while Rock snapped her belt loose. Her unbuttoned shorts fell to the floor and she undid Rock's belt, dropping his pants to the ground. He had gotten his hands on her, and now she had her hands on him. Just as Revy had struggled to maintain a level head just a moment earlier, as her surprisingly delicate hands surrounded him, Rock found himself in the exact same position.

There was no waiting for shirts to be removed, as soon as his boxers were halfway down his legs, Revy slipped off her panties and Rock forced her back against the door. She hopped up wrapping her legs around him and reached down to him. His hands locked behind her for support and they looked into each other's eyes for just a moment; their anticipation couldn't have been any more apparent. This was a long time coming between them and while it wasn't the ideal scenario for their first time together, would anything else have really been more appropriate?

She lowered her hips as he thrust himself forward, merging their bodies in a single violent motion. As Revy caught her breath, they once again found themselves motionless and lost in each other's eyes. Slowly, an innocent smile formed on both of their faces; Rock's life could have ended in that moment and he would have died a very happy man. Whatever she would tell him later, she could never talk her way out of the purity of that smile.

"Well, Rock?" She asked.

As was asked of him, he slowly built their rhythm into a steady pace of gasps and groans. The alcohol in Rock's veins caused the situation to dawn on him slowly, but beautifully. The warmth that surrounded him, the pleasure he undoubtedly delivered to his gorgeous partner, the sound of her voice as she cried out in ecstasy.

Every now and again, a stray obscenity managed to break free from Revy's lips, "Fuck…"

"Revy…" Rock asked.

She knew what he was asking of her and struggled to reply as he continued to fill her with rapture, "Go…ahead…"

Their pace slowed and Rock let out a subtle groan as he released every last ounce of his god-awful mood into her.

Revy's head collapsed onto Rock's shoulder and her arms locked tight behind him. Almost as though she were asking through her grip, Rock slipped his hands around her waist and lifted her off of him. As her feet contacted the floor, Revy let go of him and allowed herself to fall back against the door.

"You feeling better?" Revy asked between gasps for air.

Rock placed his hands against the wall for balance and attempted to settle himself. He had just enjoyed what was without a doubt, the greatest sex of his life, with the most amazing woman he'd ever met, and the only thing he could concentrate on was not puking.

Revy cocked her head to the side to get a look at him and asked, "Rock? You alright?"

"Did I just make the biggest mistake of my life?" He asked as the potential ramifications of their reckless act blazed through his mind.

Revy reached down to retrieve her underwear and shorts from the floor as she replied, "For my sake, I sure as shit hope not."

She slipped her clothes on and in an unprecedented display of affection, offered Rock a smile as she delicately placed a hand on his face, "Hey…"

His eyes finally met hers and she continued, "…I didn't mind, Rock."

Rock smiled as a few beads of sweat dripped from his face, "Like the weight of the world just fell off my shoulders."

"What?" Revy asked.

"You asked if I was feeling better," Rock replied receiving a slight chuckle from Revy. "When I wake up hung over tomorrow, I know this will have seemed like the worst idea of my life. But right now, I don't think I've ever felt this good."

"Good," Revy replied as Rock reached down to pull up his boxers and pants. "I'll be at the bar," She said with a smile before unlocking the door.

Rock proceeded to fix his belt as Revy stepped out of the bathroom. He watched her walk away as though she were the goddess of him and even through the alcohol he swam in, Rock's smile was uncontrollable. However, before the door had completely closed behind her, Revy caught it and looked back in on him, "Same time tomorrow?"

"What?" Rock asked.

"Don't play dumb. We both know that this was a good fuckin' time," She replied before letting the door go. "We'd be cheating ourselves to not do it again."