Face/Heel

TITLE: Face/Heel
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rumble Roses or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Candy Cane/Becky
NOTE: Just some random smut. Nothing much to say, really.


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Candy Cane walked towards the rings while listening to the roar of the crowd. Which was pretty impressive since there was no crowd. Sure, the glare of the lights made it hard to see anything, but she could see enough to notice there was absolutely nobody in the stands. The entire stadium was empty apart from herself and the lone figure waiting for her in the ring.

Well, not really waiting for her, exactly. More like doing cartwheels in the ring.

The moment Candy Cane had climbed over the ropes, the pig-tailed blonde in orange cheerleading clothes stopped her incessant cartwheeling and turned to look at her. Candy Cane winced internally, but tried not to let the feeling show up on her face. The girl looking at her looked exactly like her. Well, almost exactly. Her hair hadn't been dyed a fierce red and didn't seem the be a hint of cynicism in her friendly eyes, but apart from that she was definitely her.

Fuck.

"Mind telling me what the fuck this is?" Candy Cane asked.

"Don't know," Becky replied cheerfully. "Have you been doing... you know... illegal substances again?"

"Fuck no," Candy Cane replied. "Besides, I only ever did pot and I cut that out months ago."

"Well, you should take better care of your body anyway," Becky said. "Or should I say my body?"

Candy Cane slowly began circling her peppy little self. They were standing in a wrestling ring, but her cheerful duplicate didn't even try to follow her movements. She probably trusted that when she threw the first punch she'd at least throw it at her face. Which was pretty fucking stupid of her. Becky had to know she wouldn't fight fair, right?

"That why you were doing cartwheels?" she asked. "Trying to stay in shape."

"Nah," Becky replied. "I just like doing them."

"Like hell I do," Candy Cane.

"Oh, don't deny it," Becky said. "Part of you likes it."

"Part of you likes smoking pot," Candy Cane replied.

"Well, OK," Becky admitted, "but I don't give in to that urge."

"And I don't give in to the urge to look like a retard," Candy Cane said.

"Why must you always be so hurtful?" Becky asked.

"Don't you know?"

"I guess so," Becky said, "but I also want people to like me."

Candy Cane came to a halt in front of her cheerleading self and looked her in the eyes.

"Yeah," she said. "Guess I do. But not everybody. Just the important ones."

"Nonsense," Becky replied. "Everybody can be important to you if you just let them."

"Not everybody deserves to be."

Candy Cane fell silent and considered her options. 'Becky' was everything about herself she hated. She was always cheerful, always happy, always willing to meet new friends, always eager to help people. She did her best in school and always gave it her all when it came to cheerleading because gosh darn it, the sports teams deserved her support. She hated bubbly blonde bimbos like her and she hated the fact that it would be so easy for her to be her. More than that, she really hated that teach would actually be proud of her if only she was more like her and less like herself.

So hey, here she was in a wrestling ring together with the physical manifestation of everything she didn't want to admit about herself. On top of that, she was probably the physical manifestation of everything Becky didn't want to admit about herself. It was obvious what to do, right? They'd just punch the crap out of each other in a hugely symbolic fight and the winner would turn out to be the 'real' her or whatever.

Yeah, well, fuck that noise.

Candy Cane put her hand on the back of her blonde self's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She might have had her faults, but being violently self-destructive wasn't one of them. Besides, she'd really enjoyed the startled look on Becky's face. Though not as much as the feel of her lips as the cheerleader caught up with her and began kissing her back.

"Wow," Becky breathed when they parted, a ridiculously goofy grin on her face. "I thought you would've tried to hit me."

"That so?" Candy Cane said, unable to keep a smirk from her own face. "Why would that be?"

"Well, you are more in touch with our aggression than I am, you know? I like to make people feel better."

"And I've been jilling since I was twelve," Candy Cane said.

"Do you really have to be so crude?" Becky said.

"You can shut me up if you like."

Candy Cane leaned in and this time Becky was fully prepared. Even though the girl would probably blanch at the thought of even holding hands of anyone who hadn't been her boyfriend (or girlfriend - not even Becky could deny that part of herself) for at least two months, she was a damn good kisser. Then again, she never really listened to Becky that often, so she'd got a lot of experience. Which probably meant that Becky had the same experience, even though she wouldn't have if she'd been the more prominent one or whatever.

As their identical lips continued to play with one another, Candy Cane found herself getting hotter and hotter in a way that had nothing to do with the glare of the lights and everything to do with Becky turning her on. As weirdly predictable as their kiss was, Candy Cane couldn't deny she got a wicked little thrill out of making out with herself. It got even better as Becky became ever more enthusiastic, pressing her body closely against hers and even putting her arms around her as their kiss got deeper and more passionate. Which was weird, really. Becky probably wasn't getting off on the depravity of the whole thing, so it was a bit puzzling why it was she who first let her tongue slip out of her mouth in search of hers. Probably Becky considered this a powerful act of self-love or a confirmation that she truly accepted who she was or some shit like that.

Or maybe Becky was just as kinky as she was.

Regardless of the reasons, fact was her do-gooder self had started Frenching her first and even though that so didn't bother her, Candy Cane felt she ought to catch up somehow. She was the one with a reputation for sluttiness, after all.

But Becky beat her to the punch again, leaving her lips and kissing her way down her neck. Within moments the blonde cheerleader had unknotted her blouse and exposed her chest.

Becky giggled as she traced her breasts with her fingertips. "They're just like mine," she said.

"Well, what the fuck did you expect?" Candy Cane said, trying not to let the contentment she felt into her voice. "Anyway, you just gonna stare at them or what?"

"Patience is a virtue," Becky said, with just a hint of cheerful mockery in her voice.

Candy Cane's reply died in her throat and instead she sighed when Becky took both her breasts into her hands and carefully caressed them. She felt her whole body filling up with aroused heat as her cheerleading self stroked and touched her expertly, teasing and tweaking her nipples just right to make her gasp with sudden lust. She was so good with her hands that when she pulled them away to use her mouth instead, Candy Cane felt the heat inside of her wane just a little. Which made sense. She had a ton of experience when it came to playing with her own breasts, but not really any when it came to kissing them. Still, her familiarity with her own body combined with Becky's relentless eagerness meant that she learned very quickly.

Feeling the tip of Becky's tongue circling one of her nipples, followed by her lips closing around it and sucking on it ever so slightly was enough to make Candy Cane moan into the silence of the stadium. With every kiss of her lips or flick of the tongue, Candy Cane felt her lust growing brighter and her pussy getting wetter. Part of her wanted to do what she always, which was directing her lover's attention to between her legs so that they could get on with really pleasuring her, but most of her was content to just let Becky do her thing. After all, it wasn't exactly every night she felt her own lips on her breasts.

No sooner had Candy Cane decided to let Becky lavish as much attention onto her breasts as she wanted when she felt the cheerleader move further down her body, her lips leaving a trail of kisses all down her bare stomach until she found her plaid skirt. Candy Cane looked down to see her other self now kneeling on the mat undoing her red belt before pulling down both her skirt and her pink panties at the same time, baring her glistening slit.

Candy Cane saw Becky bite her bottom lip as she slowly, almost hesitantly reached out to her pussy. The redhead resisted to urge to tell her other self to hurry it the fuck up already, instead breathing in slowly in anticipation. Not that she really needed to wait very long. Becky's fingers soon touched her folds and Candy Cane groaned with pleasure. She felt her cheerleading self rub her slowly, letting the pleasure spread through her body at an almost leisurely pace. Even with her growing lust slowly clouding her mind, Candy Cane began to realise Becky wasn't taking her time exploring her with her fingertips merely for the sake of prolonging her pleasure, but because she genuinely wasn't entirely sure what to do. Which kinda made sense. Whenever she masturbated without toys she really just rubbed her clit hard because by the time she was worked up enough to let her hand between her legs she so wasn't in the mood to take it nice and slow anymore. And when somebody else's hand made its way down there she usually didn't pay too much attention to what they were doing so long as they were good enough to get her off. All of which meant that she really didn't know exactly how to please herself with her hands other than just assaulting her clit. She really ought to fix that some day.

Still, inexperienced as they were, Becky was nevertheless eager to learn and her fingers began to move more purposefully up and down her slit. Candy Cane couldn't stop herself from moaning as her pleasure became incredibly hot and her lust grew thick inside her chest. Besides, she didn't want to stop herself from moaning. She wanted to fill the whole stadium with those sounds if she could. Fuck, right now she wanted to write a song where the lyrics were nothing but that erotic noise. She especially wanted Becky to hear the effect her exploring fingertips had on her horny body.

Her moans were briefly interrupted by a sudden pleasured scream when she felt two of Becky's fingers carefully slide into her. She felt her pleasure spike at the intrusion, heat surging through every inch of her shaking body. She didn't understand why Becky had such a huge effect on her and she guessed that even if her mind hadn't been so addled with pure lust she still wouldn't be able to figure it out. Not that mattered. Not while her blonde self carefully explored her tight wetness and caressed her inner walls.

Candy Cane's moans grew louder and more desperate while Becky continued her eager stimulation, her fingers moving back and forth. As the blonde began moving in and out of her as though she was fucking her, the redhead felt her chest fill with so much choking pleasure that she had less and less breath left to moan and her breathing deterioted into erratic, aroused panting while the rest of her body fought to remain standing under the relentless, lustful heat.

Even so, Candy Cane somehow managed to find enough breath to scream with intense pleasure when she felt Becky's lips close carefully around her clit. The feeling of her cheerleader self pleasuring her with both her mouth and her fingers was way too much for her trembling body. But against all logic, she hadn't come yet. Even with Becky's tongue circling her clit and her fingers moving quickly inside her pussy, she somehow held on, panting and screaming all the while. Part of her wanted to orgasm as soon as possible, to release all that pleasure overloading her senses, but most of her wanted to experience all the pleasure she could give herself for as long as possible, no matter how much she also yearned for that blissful release.

Not that it really mattered what she wanted. They might have been the identical, but the fact was that only one of their bodies held power over the feelings of its duplicate and it sure as fuck wasn't Candy Cane's.

Candy Cane threw her head back and screamed, the pure, intense pleasure welling up inside of her, flowing slowly to every part of her body. As though spurred on by the noise, Becky seemed to speed up her licking and fingering if that was even possible, causing her body to overflow with the most powerful pleasure she'd ever felt before in her life.

Candy Cane came.

Hard.

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Candy Cane awoke with a start, panting, feeling a little hot and more than a little bothered. Even though she always slept in the nude, she somehow felt way too dressed and threw the covers off her body. She shivered just a little when she felt the morning air on her bare skin. She let her right hand glide down her stomach and in between her legs where she was not at all surprised to find herself completely wet.

Candy Cane wasted no time in taking her clit between her index and middle fingers and...

No.

Maybe she should try something just a little different today.

With a horny little giggle, Candy Cane carefully slid two fingers into her pussy and moaned joyfully.

It looked like today was going to be a pretty fucking awesome one.