Title: One Word Joke
Chapter: 1?
Author: Dancho
Over all Rating: R
Disclaimer: Own nothing… I live in a box and wear a barrel.
Summary: The special ops unit under Colonel Une is busy working as an interstate police force, mostly dealing with criminal organization Romefeller. Things have fallen into such a routine that everyone's begun to ignore the quirks and duplicities and are accepting everything as normal. But with the new recruitment of Quatre Raberba, the former Quatre Raberba Winner, will the unit learn that normal is just a word for someone you don't know very well?
Pairings: Eventual 3+4, 5+S; Established 13x11, 6x+9, DxR+D, 2+1.
PAIRING WARNING! x sexual relationships+ romantic. I pretty much plan on giving 13/11, 6/9 and R/D lemons. I'm still up in the air about 3/4, 1/2 and 5/S. If I decide to write any of those I'll edit the pairing marks.
STORY WARNINGS! AU (some Sci-Fi/Fantasy) and this will have YURI in it. Actual YURI, not just Shojo-Ai. Yuri girl/girl sex (lime or lemon). There might even be YAOI (boy/boy sex), and not just the Shonen-Ai I'm planning on. However, that'll be a bit difficult for earlier on, you'll see why. If this offends you, or you don't feel that you can be responsible/adult enough to read it… please don't flame or yell at me. As a side note, I'm a little nervous about the lemons (they're my first, Yuri, Yaoi or Het). I'm also a little nervous about posting on FF, so I might just post the full story on MediaMiner and put a link on my profile. Any advice on this? Anyone at all?
GROUP WARNINGS! I know nothing about the US government's FBI, CIA, SWAT, etc. And I most certainly know nothing about organized crime (please note this if you work for the police). I'm making it up as I go along. SOUs (special ops units) are of my own devising. There are six of them and each unit specializes in a different national and international problem. Therefore, because Romefeller is in every state, Une's unit focuses solely on Romefeller policy and control. (None of the other units are that important.) Because SOU is so important they get a lot of government support and can draft particularly gifted individuals from other sections of government work. They can also bend certain laws. Romefeller is sort of explained in this chapter.
Chapter Warnings: Yuri lime and some language. Plot explanations; it's poorly placed, but it's the best I could do. It's rather important to understand my version of Romefeller.
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O what a goodly outside falsehood hath! -Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, I, 3
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Relena murmured and nuzzled closer to the body lying next to her. The body shifted slightly and tugged Relena closer, causing the young woman to open her eyes. Shifting her face slightly, Relena blushed as she realized the position she had put herself in. She was lying, naked, in her employer's bed. And if that wasn't badenough, she was lying on top of her employer, Dorothy Catalonia, who was also naked. And as if that didn't look bad enough, Relena's legs were also intertwined with Dorothy's. Relena frowned slightly and sighed. It wasn't that this position was unusual—hardly; in fact, it was getting a bit too familiar for Relena's comfort.
The real problem Relena had with the situation was her own guilt. Not that she minded the sex; it was great. And not that she minded her lover being a woman; she had gotten over that a while ago. It was that everything in the relationship was a lie, and that made Relena Darlian, formerly Relena Peacecraft, Japanese actress, very uncomfortable.
Relena stared blankly down at the bed sheets and frowned.
'It's been five years, as of today,' Relena thought to herself. 'Five years since Papa died.'
Relena's father, Colonel Albert Peacecraft, had been the leader of the special ops unit of the American government for eight years until he had been assassinated by the organization he had devoted his life to destroying. Relena, who had been living in Japan with her mother since her father's promotion, had been devastated by the news of his death. She had tried for several months to contact her brother, Milliardo Peacecraft, who had disappeared earlier in the year. However, after reflection, she had decided that Milliardo probably knew and didn't care; he had never forgiven their father for choosing work over his family.
However, Relena was deeply affected. She had been consumed with hatred for her father's killer and the organization behind the murder. She had decided within a month of her father's death that she would help to bring down Romefeller, for revenge and to accomplish her father's dream. And so, before making another move, Relena had proceeded to know her enemy.
Romefeller, the largest criminal organization in the USA, had risen to power in less than a year by eating small organizations right, left and center. They had eaten up crime ring after crime ring, gang after gang, until they had dominated various areas of the black market and other illegal trades. And that had been twenty years ago.
The leadership behind Romefeller had been fairly clear then, since it had been broken up into three sections, each separate but closely related. Each section had been run by a head and the three heads combined had run Romefeller. Treize Khushrenada had been head of bodyguards, hitmen, thieves and prostitutes. John Korosu had been the head of drugs and Alberta Johnson had been the head of weapons.
(Since the assassination of Relena's father, things had, of course, changed. Treize Kushrenada had split his section in half. He had continued to control the bodyguards and hitmen, while Dorothy Catalonia had taken over the thieves and prostitutes. Four years ago, Zechs Merquise had taken over for Alberta Johnson upon her death of skin cancer and, two years after that, Lucrezia Noin had murdered John Korosu in order to take over his sector.)
Filled with purpose and knowledge, Relena had moved back to the United States less than a year after her father's assassination. Before taking a job as a servant in Treize Khushrenada's house, Relena had contacted the new head of special ops, Colonel Lady Une, and they had reached a tentative agreement.
Une would help Relena create a new identity with which to clear any background check Romefeller might run on her. This would allow Relena to gain a job in one of the heads' homes. Of course, Relena would be a freelancer, outside special ops and its rules, but Colonel Une would give her certain legal and financial benefits in exchange for being able to call for information at any time.
Relena's job with Treize hadn't lasted long before Dorothy, Treize's ex-lover, took a liking to Relena. She had hired Relena and soon after Relena had agreed to a sexual relationship with Dorothy in hopes of gaining the woman's confidence. It had worked. Fortunately, the only person who knew about Relena's relationship with Dorothy was the special ops head doctor, Sally Po, who was responsible for Relena's health. Relena had been let it slip when she had asked Sally to check her for STDs, but, fortunately, Sally had promised to keep the affair quiet, as long as Relena promised not to develop feelings for Dorothy.
Relena was positive that wouldn't happen. After all, her relationship with Dorothy didn't have a single grain of reality in it. At least… on Relena's part. Suddenly, Relena felt a hand squeeze her left breast gently and she looked up at Dorothy.
"You're thinking so hard. Is anything the matter?"
"No, my mind was just wandering," Relena blushed as Dorothy rolled over and began kissing her way down Relena's neck "Umm."
"Should I help you focus?" Dorothy asked after a moment, gently sucking on Relena's earlobe.
"Ah!" Relena cried as two of Dorothy's fingers slipped into Relena's velvety heat. "Oh… y-yes. GOD, YES!"
"You're so silly, love. I'm not God; just you're employer. That's a nice thought though." Dorothy grinned, but soon became too busy arousing Relena's nipples with her tongue to speak any further.
Relena's last coherent thought was, 'At least I'm pretty sure it's just about the sex."
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"Treize is coming over for lunch," Dorothy remarked as she slipped on a pair of black shoes.
"What shall my role be?" Relena asked, buttoning up her shirt.
Relena had long since given up trying to keep all her clothes at her apartment; it was just more convenient to keep everything in Dorothy's room. She still had the apartment, of course, but she hardly ever went there; it would be just too permanent and real to move all her things into Dorothy's home.
"Oh, Treize knows about us," Dorothy smirked, running a comb though her hair. "I don't see why you should pretend for him. Huh? I see you're wearing that necklace I gave you. I thought you didn't like it."
"I like it." Relena blushed. "It's just too nice for everyday wearing."
"And why's that? If it breaks or gets damaged, I'll just get you a new one. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Relena?"
"Can't you stop that? You shouldn't mock me. I'm the servant here."
"Well, you really shouldn't be, Miss Relena. You're more of a constant companion."
"And why do I always have to assume a paid role?" Relena asked, hating this part of the argument. She always lost, but each time the argument tread too close to a result she feared… and wanted. She wished she didn't have to get so close to get information. "Can't you just say lover? It wasn't half an hour ago we were fucking each other's brains out."
"Correction, I fucked your brains out. And you know the reason you have to keep a paid role. If you became my lover I'd have to drag you along to all those silly parties that you resist going to," Dorothy grinned, as she crawled across the bed to where Relena was standing. "And, of course, we'd have to argue sometimes. Besides, I kind of like this; I'd hate having to share you."
"I'm only yours, Dorothy," Relena whispered. "You don't have to worry about sharing."
"I know, I know; you're mine and I'm yours. But really, is there anything you lack, Miss Relena? Are you unhappy? Don't I give you everything you could want? Don't we go places together and talk? Do I ever hit you? Hurt you?"
"No, I'm very happy with you."
"Then, just give me one thing, Miss Relena. Stay on as my companion and don't leave to become my lover."
"All right, Dorothy. You win."
'Again.'