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When I was rewriting an old ProtonxOC fic, called The Vile Ones, I found myself slowly turning it into a PetrelxOC one. So as a challenge, I decided to take the same OC (written a little differently however) and write an AU of an AU and here's the result. A PetrelxOC, High School AU, about 1000Xs less dark, with a bunch of fluff and lemon or lemony scene in almost every chapter.
So while I work on editing and re-posting that ProtonxOC fic, feel free to read this PetrelxOC one...and feel free to leave a review-I do enjoy them-and I'll review back.
Also, if this gets deleted, it'll also be up on Archive of Our Own under the same name.
The Glorious Gang Rocket
-Chapter 1: Just Between You and Me-
Knock. Knock.
The sound of a gavel pulled a certain blue haired boy from his thoughts. He turned to the front of the classroom he and his cohorts were all sprawled around in, to where the club's president and vice-president were standing.
Well, to outsiders, it was an oddly specific club dedicated to a certain type of projectile…but to knowledgeable groups, they were the top of one of the most powerful street gangs in Goldenrod City Senior High.
"Ahem!" the president began, "I would like to call this week's Broadcast Club Heist meeting for the Rocket Club to a start!"
The red headed girl beside him pulled out a pen and clipboard as she began to speak, "Alright, time for attendance. Archer?"
The president held up a hand. "Here!"
She mumbled to herself after, "And Ariana…I'm here too! Um…Petrel?"
All attention in the room turned to the purple haired guy with a goatee that sat not far from the aforementioned blue haired boy. He held up his right hand while holding a cigarette to his lips with his left, his legs crossed atop the desk he sat at.
"Yeah, here."
The vice-president returned to her clipboard. "Proton?"
The blue haired boy shot his hand up and called, "Yes, here!"
"Good, good," she said aloud as she made another check, then called out, "Chad?"
A strange looking nerd who sat hunched over on a desk far away from everyone limply held his hand up as he stuttered, "H-H-H-Here!"
The vice-president nodded and checked him off, then called off the final name, "Orion?"
But there was silence.
Archer, the club president, shook his head in disgust. This had been the fifth meeting in a row regarding the Broadcast Club Heist that the member they called Orion had failed to show up for, and it was beginning to greatly annoy him.
Ariana, the club's vice-president, sighed as she marked an x next to the name, "I guess not…"
"Has anyone seen Orion lately?" Archer asked the other four occupants of the classroom, "Is she even alive?"
Petrel raised his hand up and answered, "Yeah, I saw her earlier, she just went home early again."
The president continued to inquire, "Is she sick or something?"
"No," the purple haired guy shrugged. "I mean, I don't know…"
"Well," Archer cleared his throat once more. "Moving on to our first order of business…I'd like to welcome to our little project the newest club chair, Proton!"
The blue haired boy shyly stood up for a moment, then plopped back down in his seat.
Archer set his hands neatly behind his back as he gave his speech; "As some of you may already know, Proton just passed his chairman trial administered last Saturday…"
And the club president began to ramble on about something that neither of the two lower chairmen cared about.
So while Archer blabbed on and on, Petrel turned to his blue haired friend and whispered, "Hey Proton…"
Proton turned to his right where Petrel sat, giving him a thumbs up, whispering, "Good job, little bro! It's gonna be fun to have you on the Broadcast Club Heist!"
"Thanks man," Proton whispered back.
But their attention was returned to the front of the room when Archer cleared his throat once more. "Ahem!"
When everyone turned back to him, Archer continued his thought, "As I was saying, preparations for the Broadcast Club Heist have been going quite smoothly for the most part. With Chairman Proton on our special committee, we can begin to discuss fundraising initiatives for our project. But first…"
His attention turned to the empty desk to the right of Petrel where their missing member often sat.
"…the issue of our committee's tactical advisor's disappearance must be handled."
Then he turned over to his newest chairman and announced, "Chairman Proton, as our more mature and efficient chairperson, I would like you to investigate why she has been missing meetings and get her back on task."
"Um, yes sir!" Proton responded, then asked, "But I don't think I've ever met this Orion-person?"
But his friend Petrel quickly shot in, "That won't be a problem, President, I can introduce him."
"Good, good," Archer nodded, then turned to Ariana who had been jotting down everything that had been covered on her clipboard.
"Now, onto the next bit of business…"
As the club president resumed rambling on, Proton turned to his friend seated nearby who was busy puffing away at his cigarette and asked, "You know Orion?"
Petrel nodded. "Yeah, we're good friends actually. She's got an apartment over near the east entrance to the Underground, a few buildings north of us."
"Oh," Proton noted. "This should be an easy job then. Hell, maybe you could talk to her for me."
His friend took another puff. "Hmm, maybe I can call her up when we get outta here and see if we can drop by…"
-0-0-0-
When the Rocket Club meeting finally adjourned an hour later, the two of them grabbed their bags and began the long walk back to Petrel's apartment, which only recently Proton moved into from his parents' house. When they closed in on their target, he noticed his friend pulling out his black pokégear and beginning to dial.
"Are you calling Orion?" Proton asked as Petrel set the pokégear to his head.
He nodded back and answered with a very charismatic tone, "Heeeey Bri, you home? Good, can I come over for a bit?"
Proton was a bit confused; he thought his friend was calling up their missing tactical advisor, not some random girl.
"Oh yeah?" he heard Petrel continue. "You wanna meet on the roof tomorrow for lunch? I've been having cravings…"
From a desk by the window of her apartment, a young woman with purple hair stood, her own black pokégear in one hand while the other held away a curtain to peek out into the evening cityscape. When she spotted the two guys walking not too far away, she removed her grip on the curtain and returned to her place at the desk in her small bedroom.
"You have a friend to introduce to me? Why? I have no desire to meet anyone new," she answered.
"He's a cool guy, trust me," she heard Petrel respond back. "He's a part of the gang too; actually, he just completed his chairman trial the other day."
"Really?" she asked as she looked around the tiny bedroom of her small apartment. She had books and papers scattered all over the desk she sat at and the main room's coffee table. Petrel may have been used to seeing her place in disarray, but she was a bit flustered at the idea of anyone else walking into it.
As she listened to her friend speak, she got up and quickly began tidying things up with her free hand, setting displaced books back on their shelves, stuffing her hamper of dirty clothes into the small linen closet attached to her bathroom, and making her bed.
"Yeah, Archer just gave him the big welcome aboard today at the meeting-which you missed! He's starting to get fed up, y'know? So you better show up to the next one."
She sighed as she adjusted the throw pillows on her small sofa, "I have been rather busy preparing for the university entrance exams coming up…"
"You're gonna leave me for a university? You're breaking my heart girl," she heard him joke. "C'mon now, I thought you had a good thing with the gang, why ruin it just to go to some expensive school far away?"
"I…"
She had to admit, she was a bit nervous about the idea of having to move far away for schooling, but considering that she had been moving from region to region with her parents up until her arrival in Johto a few years ago, she was rather used to distance. However…
"I…I would miss you…"
She could hear him chuckle, "Oh, I know you would! Anyway, we'll be up in a minute, talk to you later Bri."
"See you soon Petrel," she sighed into her pokégear, then quickly returned it to the desk in her bedroom.
Not even a minute later, she heard knocking at her door and raced to open it. And when she did, she noticed the two standing at her doormat. There was her friend, Petrel, and another guy with blue hair, who seemed to stare at her almost immediately.
"You're…you're the one from our English class, right?" he asked.
She nodded, setting a hand to her face to hide her blushing. She remembered; he was the cute guy who sat to the right of Petrel in the back…
He then turned to Petrel and whispered, "Petrel, I thought we were going to see Orion?"
"This is Orion, idiot," his friend whispered back. "Well; Orion's just what the gang calls her."
Petrel then turned to her while pointing back to Proton, "Bri, this is Proton. Bro, this is Brione."
"Um," Proton began as he nervously held a hand out, "I mean, I already know you from class…I just didn't know you were also in the Rocket Gang…"
And she nervously accepted his hand. "Yeah…neither did I…"
Petrel quickly broke up the awkward handshake, setting a hand on Brione's shoulder. "So girly, there's some business my pal Proton here needs to discuss with you, can we come in?"
"O-Of course!"
Brione stepped out of the way as the two shuffled in, locking the door once they both took their seats on her sofa. Petrel immediately pulled out his pack and lit a cigarette before she even returned, then held it out to her.
"Thank you," she quietly said, taking a cigarette and holding it out for him to light.
Proton remembered this girl. She was the one who always sat left of Petrel in the back, always looking out the window during class until his friend would toss a note to her. Then of course, she would excuse herself, then Petrel, and not return until class was almost over. Their teacher didn't seem to care, apparently she did well enough without having to attend lectures.
However, Proton wasn't here to talk about the weekly essay assignment, but business.
"Listen, Brione," he began, "Archer sent me to find out why you've been skipping meetings."
"Um," she sighed as she took a puff of her cigarette and answered, "I have been busy with homework…"
"Yeah, but we've got an important job coming up," Proton continued, "and he wants to make sure you're on task-erh, whatever task you're handling."
Then Petrel joined in, "Like I said earlier, Archer's getting fed up."
Brione's gaze dropped to the floor as she sighed once more and took another puff of her cigarette. "If it gets him off of my back, I promise I shall attend the next meeting…this Friday, correct?"
"Yeah," Proton answered. "Every Tuesday and Friday, you should know that by now."
She rolled her eyes. Although Brione was a member of the Rocket Gang, she could honestly care less about their schemes and meetings. In fact, had her parents not been so close to the president, Archer's parents, she would never have had to join in the first place.
"Yes, as I said, I shall attend it…"
Well, that…and it was the only way she knew she could get close to Petrel…
"Good, so now that that's handled," Petrel motioned for her to come over to him. "How about we spend a little quality time together?"
She blushed and furiously shook her head at his offer.
"Should I leave or something?" Proton asked from where he sat.
"No, no you don't have to," Petrel assured him as he grabbed onto Brione's arm, pulling her to his lap.
He grinned as he said the next part, "I just thought maybe Bri'd wanna grab a seat."
And by grab a seat, he wanted her to feel his rock hard erection.
She could feel him slipping a hand up the skirt of her school uniform as he said the next part; "I had a few ideas for what we could do for lunch tomorrow…"
And by lunch, he meant sexy time.
Brione was of course flustered, and stuttered back, "I-I am actually fine with standing!"
She quickly rose to her feet and walked towards the small kitchenette to the left of the sofa and coffee table, to grab a drink.
"Ah well, that's too bad," she heard Petrel calling over as he leaned forward to tap off the ashes he'd accumulated into the expensive ash tray she kept on the table.
Brione continued to face away from them as she drank her glass of water. She knew that Petrel was only teasing her as he always did, but it was even more embarrassing for her today with another guest.
"Well, I don't really care about what the two of you plan to eat tomorrow, I'm just here on Archer's orders to get you back on task," she heard Proton calling from the sofa.
She nodded, "Of course…"
As she took another sip of her water, she returned to her thoughts. Tomorrow would likely be a repeat of how it usually went. She'd be sitting in class, gazing out the window lost in thought only to be burst from her daydreams with a ball of paper lobbed at her head. And when she'd open it it'd say what it usually said;
Wanna go up to the roof for some fun?
And like she'd always do, she'd turn to Petrel and nod, then raise her hand and excuse herself, running up and waiting for him to arrive. And as it usually went, when he'd come up a few minutes later he'd walk over to where she'd be sitting and begin to grope her or start feeling inside of her panties. And at first she'd be fine with it, sometimes even letting him eat her out for a bit, but then she'd get nervous and run off…
As much as she wanted to be with Petrel, she knew he was just a player. He'd slept with almost every other legal girl at their school; in fact, he kept a list of them all. But she didn't want to just be another entry on his list…she was just too afraid to say it.
"I promise, I will attend the next meeting…"
"Good," Proton began as he got up from his seat and made his way to the door, calling back, "Then my work here is done."
Just as he left, Petrel made his way over to where she stood, setting his free hand to her hips and pulling her back so she could feel him once more.
"Just wanna let you know what's waiting for you tomorrow," she heard him groan from behind her. "Maybe you'll let me show you what it can do too, huh?"
She didn't move as he continued to grind against her, moaning out, "Oh…you naughty, naughty girl…I can't wait to get a bite of you tomorrow…"
He then let go of her and made his way to her door as well, calling back, "I'd love to stay and play with you some more, but I've gotta hurry home; Proton doesn't have a key yet."
And with that, she heard her door close once more. Brione quickly locked it and rushed to her bathroom to clean up. Petrel knew how well his teasing worked on her; even if she didn't want to admit it…she really wanted it.
-0-0-0-
The following day in class occurred just as she had predicted…well, almost. As she waited for a ball of paper to smack her in the side of her head, she turned right just for a quick glance and her eyes happened to meet the blue haired boy she'd been formally introduced to yesterday. When the two noticed they were staring at one another, they both immediately began to blush and turned away.
Right afterwards she felt a bump on her head and turned to see the note she'd been expecting had fallen on the floor. But when she read it, it said;
Don't forget the meeting Friday!
She realized that it must have been from Proton, especially when a second note came flying at her face, this time saying;
You ready to play with the big boy?
She turned back over to Petrel and nodded, as she always did, then raised her hand to be excused. Once again, the teacher didn't care, he let her go and she immediately ran out and to the staircase not far down the hall that led to the roof where she'd wait.
When Petrel arrived, he sauntered over and immediately grabbed onto her breasts with one hand and felt her panties with the other, grinning as he did.
"Oh, look at you," he said as he licked his lips. "You're already soaken wet just thinking about what I'm gonna give you, aren't you?"
She nervously nodded and began to spread her legs for him as he grabbed onto her hips. Petrel ducked on down and pulled her panties away, lightly licking at her clit.
"So tasty," he moaned. "Don't worry; I'm gonna clean it up for you…"
Brione's breathing hitched as she felt him stick his tongue inside, giving her long, excruciating licks. She grabbed onto his hands, tightly gripping them as he worked his way deeper and deeper into her, flicking his tongue around.
"Ah…I…" she began to moan as her hips buckled to his touch.
He pulled away for a moment to look up at her, giving her a wink as he seductively whispered, "Save some juice for my dick, okay? Don't wanna hurt you with its size…"
She gripped his hands even tighter. Brione had seen the bump in his pants plenty of times before, but never had she seen it in person…
Her cheeks reddened and eyes shut tight when his hands pulled away from her hips and she finally heard the zipper of his pants. She was too nervous to look so he grabbed onto her hands and set them on his dick for her.
"C'mon, don't you wanna see how big it is?"
Brione didn't even need to look to know that. He rubbed her hands up and down it; letting her feel the long, hard cock he was going to rip her through with. She peeked with one eye and noticed him grinning at her.
"Yeah, it's all yours," he groaned. "Every inch of it is gonna be all yours in a moment, savor it."
She opened her eyes and slowly ran her hands up and down while it throbbed against her palms, listening as Petrel continued to moan out to her.
"Don't stop, yeah…keep going, I like it when you touch it…"
Brione tightened her grip and began to pump it, hearing his moans grow even louder. He grabbed onto her hips once more and steadied her for the first thrust, but right before he could finally enter her, the two were stopped by the sound of the doorknob of the roof's entrance being rattled.
She quickly fixed her panties and closed her legs back up as Petrel put his dick away and sat up next to her as if nothing had been happening. Instinctively, he pulled out two cigarettes and lit them, handing her one just as the mysterious visitor reached them…
"So that's what you two keep sneaking away for."
It was the blue haired boy, Proton. His arms were crossed as he stared at the two, sitting next to one another smoking, their faces red.
"Yeah, you caught us," Petrel shot back, trying to hide his embarrassment. "We come up here for a quick smoke whenever class gets too boring, right Bri?"
She nodded, not that there was anything else she could say.
"Well, I guess it's not a bad idea," Proton admitted as he stepped over and sat beside them, "It is a pretty boring class, mind if I join you?"
The two quickly nodded as they puffed away at their cigarettes.
"So I guess you just stay here for lunch?" he continued to ask. "That's not a bad idea, you wouldn't have to quickly swallow your food to try and make it to the next class."
Brione felt herself being pulled slightly closer to Petrel by her hips. She could hear how heavy his breathing had become as he snaked a hand under her skirt to grope her ass cheeks. She held in a moan, instead setting the cigarette to her lips and taking a long breath in.
"Yeah, it's nice up here," Petrel answered. "Real relaxing…"
Proton looked around for a moment and finally asked, "But where's your lunch?"
Well, Petrel's lunch happened to be between Brione's legs, but they weren't about to say that out loud…
"We were thinking of maybe going out for lunch," he lied. "Y'know, to one of those little diners nearby…"
And Proton set a hand to his chin, "That's not a bad idea, mind if I join you two?"
Petrel did mind, he had every intention to continue where he left off the minute Proton was gone, but instead Brione answered.
"Sure, I think that would be fine…"
She wasn't sure she wanted to keep going…at least not yet. Proton's sudden appearance had shocked her at first, but now she thought perhaps it was a good thing…
"Yeah, whatever," Petrel groaned, turning away. "We better make tracks then, before we're late…"
-0-0-0-
Although Petrel seemed annoyed the entire walk there, Brione was happy to be able to go out on what felt like a real date for once. Well, at least she'd hoped it would be like a real date. However, the minute they reached their booth, Petrel slammed into the seat with her, leaving Proton to sit across from them. While she held onto her menu and flipped through it, Petrel leaned her way, pretending to read it as well as he fingered her with his free hand from under the table.
"I…I…think I might have," she began to say, but stopped when she felt a moan coming on, to bite her lip.
"I'm not really that hungry, I might just have a soda," Petrel thought aloud. "You hungry, Bri?"
She felt her lip beginning to bleed, fighting back moans, as he pushed his fingers in even deeper. Brione pulled the menu up to cover her red face.
"Please, stop," she whispered over to Petrel.
He sighed and obeyed, pulling his fingers out and fixing her skirt, "Yeah…whatever…"
"I guess I'll just go with grilled cheese," Proton said aloud, seemingly oblivious to the actions of his company.
Brione lowered her menu and continued to flip through it before deciding, "I suppose a milkshake would be nice…"
Petrel just smirked at her, whispering, "You want a milkshake, huh?"
"So, Orion," Proton broke in as he set down his menu, "what exactly is it that you're working on for the upcoming job?"
"Um…well," she explained, "I pass on opposition research…"
"That's it?" he seemed annoyed with her response. "You've been holding up our entire operation and all you do is provide opposition research!"
Petrel could see Brione was starting to get upset by Proton's prodding and broke in, "Hold up, man, she handles some important shit for us-"
"But why can't she attend any meetings then?"
She lowered her gaze and began to twiddle her thumbs as she tried to answer, "I-"
However she was cut off with the arrival of their waitress who quickly took their orders and rushed back to the kitchen. Proton continued to stare at Brione, awaiting the explanation for her constant disappearances, while she instead sat and looked down at the table before them.
"Well?" he urged her on.
"I…I have not been sleeping much," she explained. "Preparing for the weekly Gang Rumbles has kept me up…so I fall asleep in class and get sent home early…"
Proton knew about the weekly Gang Rumbles, he used to come watch them a while back when he was a grunt. Every Saturday all of the gangs in Goldenrod City would meet out in an alley not too far from where Brione's apartment was to duke it out over control over the city.
The event consisted of a three-on-one match against the winning gang of the previous week's Champion; each opposing gang would send three of their agents out with one pokémon each to fight against the Champion's three. The Champion would face these teams back-to-back, without a respite, until either they lost or no more competitors remained.
"No way," he shook his head in denial. "Our Champion's had a two-year winning streak…"
Brione said nothing and continued to look down at the table.
"Hey dumbass," Petrel finally broke in, "she is our damn Champion!"
But Proton didn't believe it. There was no way this girl from his English class who always acted like a shrinking violet could have possibly been the Rocket Gang's unbreakable Gang Rumble Champion for the last two years.
He shook his head once more, "I don't believe it."
But she nodded and explained, "Petrel is correct…I am our current Gang Rumble Champion…if you cannot believe it, I invite you to attend the event this weekend…"
Proton would consider it, he might drop by for a few minutes to watch, but he still had more questions for her…
Before he could ask anything else, however, their waitress returned with their orders, "Here you are kids; a grilled cheese, a soda, and a milkshake!"
The trio quickly grabbed their orders off of the tray the waitress held out to them and began to eat in silence. While Brione sucked up her milkshake, Proton mulled over the many questions he had about her in his head, and Petrel watched her every move.
The minute her right hand dropped from the straw to her lap, he latched onto it, stealthily sneaking it into his pants, hidden by the jacket of his school uniform. Brione's face immediately lit up again as Petrel rubbed her fingers across his once more throbbing cock.
"Um…look at the time," she said as she pulled her hand out and dug into her bag for her wallet.
"Don't worry about it, Bri," she heard, then saw Petrel wink at her as he pulled out a wad of pokédollars and set it on the table. "It's my treat, so how about you stay and hang out a little longer?"
"I-I have to go!" she stammered. "Please…let me through…"
Proton watched the procession from across the table as Petrel continued to smirk at her and her face grew redder and redder. He turned away and back to his grilled cheese when Petrel grabbed onto her waist. Something about seeing the two of them so close made his chest hurt a bit, but he didn't know why-or want to know why, at the moment.
"C'mon Bri, don't you wanna finish your milkshake? It'd be real rude of you to run off now when you've barely touched it," Petrel said as his hands slowly made their way to her hips. "Or did you want my help with-"
But she pushed her way out and quickly ran away, calling back, "I-I am missing class!"
Proton set his order down as his friend let out a long sigh and sat back in his booth, grabbing onto the unfinished milkshake and taking a long sip.
"I didn't know you were dating her," Proton noted, but almost immediately his companion shook his head.
"No, we're not dating. She's…y'know, she's on the bang list…but she's been a little trickier than the other girls…"
Ah, Petrel's bang list. Proton knew about that too, it was Petrel's life goal; to sleep with every single girl who joined the Rocket Gang. It wasn't a lofty goal either, because there weren't that many girls anyway, even easier considering how good Petrel actually was with women…except the one who'd just run away from him.
He took another bite of his grilled cheese, talking all the while, "Looks to me like she's not interested…"
"No that's not it," Petrel shook his head once more and took a long swig of his soda. "She's plenty interested until we get up to the dicking part…"
"Maybe because it's you?" Proton offered. He didn't mean it as a jab at Petrel, but all of the other girls his friend had slept with only agreed to do so when he promised to disguise himself as whomever they wanted.
He shrugged and answered, "And that's the weird part, 'cause she told me she didn't want me to use a disguise."
"Sounds like a weird one," the blue haired boy had to admit. "Why don't you just give up on her?"
"I can't," Petrel tried to explain, "maybe you'll understand when you find a girl like her, but she's too delectable to just let go. She's so fun to tease and hot…one of these days she's gonna drop the act and give in…I know it…"
But Proton just turned away and cleaned his plate. He didn't have any interest in a girl like her…he told himself. But between you and me, that was a lie. He thought that the so-called shrinking violet was actually pretty cute, but he wasn't about to admit that to anyone any time soon.
"Whatever you say."
Petrel finished off the last of Brione's milkshake and let out another long sigh. Even he wasn't sure why Brione acted so strange, or why she seemed so interested in him instead of his disguises, but it didn't matter. He could just look through his list for the remaining girls and call a few up later...
But again, just between you and me...no other girl had ever let Petrel touch them without a mask of some sort on, so Brione's refusal to let him be anyone else had been causing him his own internal conflict. He figured she was just weird and that once he'd banged her that she'd lose interest in him…but privately, he wanted to be wanted like that. He wouldn't admit it though.
"Well, I'm gonna go grab a smoke and head back to class…see you later…"
And Proton watched his friend toss his money on the table and stumble out, defeated.