Part Two of Uncle Qrow finally Getting Lucky XD This chapter was partly inspired by the work of MinnieTheMoocherDA on this site – very nice Qrow x Clover interactions!

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As they did their rounds, they talked and Qrow slowly found that his nerves were settling. Yes, there was still the occasional rising wave of panic when he remembered how long it had been since he last had sex completely sober (waaaay too long) but overall, things were going ok. No one had been crushed to death so yeah, take that as a win.

Clover was so easy to talk to and knowing that his misfortune had finally met its match was just… a relief. Like a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. Plus Clover thought that he was sexy. Very sexy. He could feel a stupid grin spreading slowly across his face.

"It must be weird meeting someone with the opposite semblance to you," Clover said.

"Weird doesn't even come close."

"I'm surprised you don't hate me, if I'm honest."

Qrow gave a wry smile. He knew exactly what Clover meant. After a lifetime of misfortune, meeting someone who breezed through life being kissed by goddamn angels was a bit of a bitter pill.

"Look, I tried to hate you," Qrow said, "Maybe if your pants weren't so tight it would have been easier."

Clover grinned, "I can take them off."

"Not sure that would help."

"It's actually quite amazing…" Clover trailed off.

"Your ass? Well, yeah but no need to go on about it. I'm having enough trouble concentrating as it is."

"No, not that," Clover rolled his eyes, "you… your semblance."

Qrow just raised an eyebrow. Amazing was not the word he would have gone for.

"How so?" he finally asked.

"Well, just how you've handled it. In spite of your semblance, you've soared. You were an absolute legend at two academies, you were a great teacher and here you are supporting us even though everyone knows you hate Atlas. It's kind of… inspiring."

"Everyone knows I hate Atlas, huh?" Qrow mused, focussing on the part of the speech he felt most comfortable with.

I don't think I've ever even heard this many compliments in one night…

Clover nodded, "You're not exactly the super subtle type."

"I guess so," Qrow admitted, "Never really saw the point."

"I like it," Clover said, "I like to know where I stand. And… I'm not exactly a champion of subtlety myself."

"Oh really," Qrow said, thinking about the moment Clover looked him in the eyes and told him he was sexy, "You don't say."

Clover laughed, "And I thought I was being so smooth!"

They turned a corner and were back on the main drag, the end of their patrol. The moon peeked out from behind a cloud and lit up Clover's eyes. How can they even be that shade of green? It's criminal!

"So…" Qrow started. There was something he wanted to know but… was this the time? Was there really any answer that he would want to hear? Only one way to find out. "What's it like having good luck for a semblance?"

Clover stopped walking and turned, pulling a face, "Oh… promise you won't hit me?"

"Nope."

"Ok. I guess I'll just cop it, hey? So… it's actually a bit shit."

"A bit shit how?" Qrow asked, trying to ignore the boiling anger in his chest.

"Well… everyone knows. I win a fight, oh you're just lucky. I pass a test, oh you're just lucky. I make team leader, oh you're just lucky. It's like nothing I do even matters."

Qrow blinked.

"Sorry," Clover said, "You can hit me now."

"And risk ruining your pretty face? Nah, I'm good," Qrow smiled. He'd never considered that before. Everything he'd ever achieved had been such a hard slog. He had to claw his way through hell for every little victory. Ozpin always said that it was why he was so good; he never expected anything to be easy.

"It must be nice though," Qrow mused, "having fate go your way."

"It has its moments," Clover said. He stepped forwards and reached out a hand and Qrow stepped into the embrace. He cupped Clover's jaw and leaned into the kiss.

Finally Clover stepped back, grinning, "Come on, my place isn't far." He didn't let go of Qrow's hand, instead pulling him along. He seemed so light hearted and goddamned HAPPY.

That's what's infectious. I haven't felt like this for so long, Qrow thought, grinning as he was dragged along.

Clover pulled him to an apartment block, through the foyer, up the stairs and into a neat little apartment. Qrow looked around when he flicked on the light, it seemed bare, impersonal.

"Yeah, home décor isn't my thing," Clover said, reading his mind, "I'm mostly at the barracks in Atlas but it's nice to have somewhere a little more private," he winked. His eyes flicked to the little kitchen at the side of the room and then back to Qrow.

Don't; please don't offer me a drink…

"So, you like the pants?" Clover asked, his brows twitching.

"Are they even fabric, or do you just paint them on every morning?"

"They're definitely pants," Clover laughed.

"Good," Qrow said, sizing them up with a practiced eye, "You're not particularly attached to them, are you?"

Clover raised a quizzical eyebrow, "No… standard military issue… maybe one size smaller than they measured for," he admitted.

"Excellent. Stand still." Qrow pulled the scythe from his back and opened it up. Clover's eyebrow hadn't made it back to his face but he stood still, calm and relaxed as ever.

Qrow spun from the hips, ankles, knees and shoulders joining the turn. The blade sung as he whipped it through the air and brought it down in front of Clover.

Clover's pants exploded in a shower of fabric. His underpants remained perfectly intact. He looked down and nodded, "Impressive," he said.

Qrow's eyes rolled up the muscled form. From defined calf muscles to powerful thighs to the suggestive bulge that made his heart pump quite a lot faster. "Just what I was thinking," he said, "You mind turning around?"

Clover grinned but did as he requested. Qrow made a low whistling sound.

"You done?" Clover laughed over his shoulder. Qrow stepped forwards and wrapped Clover in his arms, his hands caressed sculpted pecs and he pressed himself into those heavenly ass muscles.

"Mmmm," Clover pushed back against him, "Not compensating then."

"Not one inch…" Qrow murmured, kissing the back of Clover's neck, "but they say it's what you do with it that counts…"

Clover turned and looked Qrow in the eyes, then he flicked his badge with his thumb and grabbed Qrow with both hands, dragging him all the way to bed.

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Later, they lay side by side. Qrow was looking at the ceiling, trying to stop smiling because his face hurt.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Clover asked, snuggling beside him.

"I still have to come up with a nickname for you…"

"So many options! Lucky, Prince Charming…"

"Hooker…"

"Really? That's where your mind goes?" Clover swatted him, laughing.

"It wasn't my first thought," Qrow defended.

"I'm going to regret this… what was your first thought?"

"Definitely Sweet Cheeks."

Clover shrugged, "I can live with that."

"So, Sweet Cheeks, same time tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"You're meant to play hard to get," Qrow laughed.

"Not my style," Clover replied, squeezing him just a little harder.

"Well, lucky me."

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