Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Pokemon or any of its trademarks, characters, places, etc.

This is a six-part series of one-shots connected by an overlying plot centered around Petrel and Proton's girlfriend, an OC from The Vile Ones. These one-shots will likely spoil a few of the big reveals of said fic, so if you're interested in that, be sure to read up to Chapter 15 before this. Otherwise, here's some more PetrelxOC (or really PetrelxOCxProton in this case) for you!

Also, yes, I posted this before and deleted it from here. The previous version, however, was a censored version-this on the other hand is uncensored and newly edited and partially rewritten! So, enjoy the lemons~! Oh-by the way, thar be lemony bits in this part!

Be sure to review, I love reviews (and I'll review back)!

-0-0-0-

Part 1: The One Who Regrets the Most: In which Brione Bonheur accidentally meets Petrel and decides to devote her time to helping him work through his greatest fears in a rather unconventional manner...

Tea Time with Petrel

-Part 1: The One Who Regrets the Most-

It happened on a freezing winter night long ago…

The star of this tale is a senior scientist from Team Rocket. She is the bearer of many secrets and the one who regrets the most. She keeps away others with her cold exterior, but inside her heart beats to the sound of deep-seeded insecurities and self-hatred. And she is also the keeper of Team Rocket's deepest dungeons and darkest acts.

"I apologize…"

As a child she was trained in the art of torture and brainwashing from the old Team Rocket, turning a child whose long name began with Brione and ended with Bonheur into one of the revived Team Rocket's top scientists.

"…are you still conscious?"

She has only ever opened her heart to two people; two executives she calls her only family. One, a cold and cruel man with genius-level intellect and a penchant for logic; the other, a master of disguises, infiltration, and the gang's go-to man for ground work who also had a hard spot for the ladies.

"…can you move?"

But this is not another tale of the trinity's odd adventures or drunken celebrations.

"I…I wish you would just concede already…"

It is the beginning of one of her biggest regrets…

"Petrel…are you awake?"

The head of the master of disguises laid upon the lap of our star, her bloodied hands ran through his purple hair. The day before she had been instructed to drag him down to the basement by her boss for what Team Rocket knew as reprogramming.

At this point, their process of brainwashing, reprogramming had not been perfected. Originally it was believed that she had simply lacked the tools and tactics to perform such a delicate operation, but the more it failed, the more her boss realized that the reason Brione could not reprogram his two lower executives successfully was in fact-her.

"Yeah…"

He looked back up at her; one black eye and a broken jaw.

When Archer believed that someone in Team Rocket's loyalty had begun to waver, and through his paranoia it was at least someone every week, Brione would be forced to drug and drag them deep into the bowels of the basement for a week or longer of torture until they pledged their undying loyalty. Although, to be honest, there were very few in Team Rocket who completely trusted and believed Archer, so he may not have always been wrong…

"Why will you not concede…?" she asked as tears began to fall from her eyes.

But he didn't answer.

Every reprogramming session was different, tailored to the fears of every individual it had been performed on. For some, all it took was weeks of isolation, for others it was days of constant physical torture, and for others yet it was something specific, like the fear of certain pokémon or flirting with death. Some didn't even require torture at all, but years of toying with psychologically.

No matter the person, Brione would pick their brains and hearts to find that fear that drove them to loyalty. In the hearts of many of the grunts she found dreams of riches and fame, but in the hearts of the two in particular, she found something else. Brione discovered two that had been broken long ago, just like herself…

"You know I take no pleasure in this, do you?"

He nodded as best as he could, he already knew.

"If you only followed Archer's orders," she sighed as she set a hand over his jaw, "I would never have had to do this to you…"

This happened long ago, long before Brione would meet a certain blue haired executive and long before the first of her own many successful reprogrammings.

She first met the purple haired executive by complete accident.

Often when she couldn't sleep or had awoken from an endless nightmare, Brione would stroll through the quiet Team Rocket Headquarters in the darkest hours of the night. On one particular night, as she passed through a wing across from her own and heard what sounded like a sewing machine loudly at work. Curiosity drove her to investigate.

Inside a room with its door left slightly ajar, she found the purple haired executive sitting by his sewing machine working on a new disguise for an upcoming heist.

"You sew?" she asked as she stepped into his room with her hands clasped. "I have always wanted to learn how…"

He looked up from his work and finally noticed her. She wasn't a woman he'd recognized, and he had a list of every woman from Team Rocket with an end goal of banging them all, so to say he was surprised by a new one walking into his room in the dead of the night is well…

"That was not an invitation to grope my breast."

She slapped his hand away.

"Sorry, just wanted to see if you were real," his eyes were still wide. "What's your name?"

And out came that haughty attitude of her's; "It is of no importance to a plebe like you."

"Well I'm an executive, so maybe it is."

"I answer straight to Archer."

"If you want me to teach you to sew, you might as well give me a name."

"Fine," she sighed.

Petrel pulled out his list and pen. "Go ahead, name, spelling, and rank."

She raised an eyebrow to that, "Excuse me?"

"Y'know, in case you have the same name as everyone else from your rank…"

She wasn't sure why he needed that much information in order to teach her a skill like that, but she complied anyway.

"Brione, B-R-I-O-N-E, Senior of the…" she thought a moment on how best to present her title that didn't include the phrases torture, brainwashing, and bioterrorism.

"Senior of the Johto Science Division."

"I see," he added her name to his Team Rocket Bang List above the many generic Grunt #s, and underneath Ariana's name, "Not many female scientists…"

Actually, beyond the grunts who had been heavily involved in the forced evolution project, like Ariana once was, there were no other female scientists. Or at least, he was sure he hadn't seen any…perhaps he would have to go do a few sweeps to see if he'd missed any other girls…

He slipped his bang list back into his pocket and looked back up at the new girl with her arms crossed, "So, I teach you how to sew and what do I get in return?"

"I have a little money saved up-"

"Hmm," he squinted and scratched his goatee, "I was thinking of something else…"

She raised her eyebrow again, "And that is?"

He leaned in, "I'm thinking maybe a sensual massage-"

"I do not give massages."

He gave her a wink, "Oh not me, for you."

She wasn't sure what his angle was, but Brione's hands had been cramping for a while and a nice hand massage did sound nice, but Petrel didn't expect her response…

"In my room would be acceptable."

"Oh well we can just-" he was caught off-guard. "Wait, that was a yes?!"

"Yes, in my room."

After holding up his side of the deal Petrel expected the following night that he would be checking this new girl off of his bang list but the complete opposite happened. Not only did she get a fantastic hand, foot, and shoulder massage, she'd also stolen his wallet and kicked him out when she decided he was done.

But somehow, the two became fast friends. Brione, whose Kalos heritage gave way to an overwhelming desire to always look stylish, would often show Petrel ideas for new outfits she had and ask for his help putting them together. And very quickly Brione found herself harboring a secretive and uncomfortable crush on the master of disguise.

It became even more uncomfortable when she learned of his bang list while reprogramming several grunts in the basement torture chamber.

According to this particular male grunt, Petrel's bang list was common knowledge among the grunts and it included every single female Team Rocket member. He apparently had a few rules regarding it as well; no kissing, no cuddling, no hugging, and he could only check off a girl's name when he successfully came in them; regardless of which hole. And once she had been checked off, he would embroider her position on his list onto her skirt.

And so far, out of the forty-eight women in Team Rocket, Petrel had so far checked off thirty-two grunts. All that remained were Ariana, fourteen other female grunts, and of course, Brione.

Brione wasn't at all pleased to hear that, but at the time, Petrel hadn't even tried to touch her, beyond the massage, so their friendship remained.

Things changed the day after she broke his jaw during one of his reprogramming attempts…

That afternoon Brione carried a tray of tea and soup down towards Petrel's room. She felt guilty for having broken his jaw in the first place and decided it would be nice to bring him something to eat since he couldn't chew for another week. So she dropped by the mess hall the grunts used and gathered up some hot soup and tea with honey and called him up on the wall speaker that morning to let him know she would be stopping by for lunch.

And when she reached his door that afternoon and heard nothing, she assumed he was just sleeping off his injuries and turned the knob to…

Oh? Petrel was standing in the middle of his floor…and there were two knees on either side of his legs…

…

Brione quickly closed the door, accidentally knocking the hot soup and tea onto her chest, burning herself. Her face was red and her chest hurt, besides the burn from the hot liquids… She hadn't meant to walk in on him, especially with another woman. She decided to try sneaking away as fast as possible, but was stopped by someone grabbing onto her arm.

When she turned to see Petrel had grabbed her, she flailed around, knocking even more hot liquids onto herself.

"C'mon in," he quietly mumbled, struggling to speak with his broken jaw, as he tugged at her arm. "I'll get you a new shirt."

"I-I-I-I-I…" she began to stutter as he pulled her in and closed the door behind them. Brione stood in place, her legs shaking as Petrel stepped over to his closet and began digging around. She noticed that the woman he had been with was now gone…but the window not far from his bed was now wide open…

He returned to her, holding what looked to be the top from a regular female grunt's uniform and exchanged it with the tray she had been holding, saying, "This will do…"

"I-I-I-I-I-I..." she continued to stutter as she held the top between her arms.

He shook his head and pulled her lab coat off, "Change…"

But she still stood there in shock, even as the skin on her chest burned from the hot food, "I-I-I-I-"

She wasn't sure what embarrassed her more; walking in on Petrel receiving a blow job and getting upset over it or her inability to form complete words. It was about equal at that moment.

But she forced it out; "I-I-I-I-I ap-p-p-pologize! I never meant to w-w-w-w-walk in on y-y-y-you!"

"Whatever," he sighed. "Just change already."

"Um," she looked away from him, "I-I-I-I-I-I can do that in my room…"

He shook his head again and began to undo her shirt for her, slowly pulling it off as she stood there shivering and stuttering like an idiot. He noticed the burn marks, but more importantly, the lace bra that held her breasts.

And might I remind you how much Petrel loved breasts.

He completely forgot what he had been doing and brought a hand up to grope them. They were pretty average, but it didn't matter now that they were in the palms of his hands. He slowly slid down the fabric covering them and replaced it with his mouth.

And she just squeaked in place like a little mouse.

He moved from breast to breast, sucking and biting at her nipples as best he could with his broken jaw while his hands dropped down to her skirt, pulling it up until his fingers met the sides of her panties. He dipped a finger in to test the waters.

"Ah, a virgin," he noted.

He slammed his finger further in and she screamed in return.

"You'll thank me later."

But instead, she pushed him away, his fingers accidentally pulling her panties down as they flung out. She quickly pulled them back up and threw on her lab coat, closing it as she ran off to her lab.

Petrel wasn't surprised when he hadn't heard or seen her three weeks later. He had to admit he hadn't been that gentle and maybe he could've warned her that he was still a bit horny after having to throw out the last girl before they could finish…

But he was rather surprised when he received a call on his wall speaker asking if he would come over to her lab for a-in her words-proper tea time. That was fine with him, and his jaw had mostly healed up by that point, so he'd be able to hold a decent conversation this time.

He dropped by her lab that afternoon to see her already sitting at her dining table with her tea kettle, two glasses, and a covered tray. She looked a bit nervous, but waved him over anyway.

"Hey Bri," he called back as he walked over and took a seat.

She broke the ice as she poured him his cup, "Has your jaw healed?"

He set a hand to it as he began to drink. "Yeah, it's getting there…"

Petrel couldn't help but notice that the tea tasted like complete crap this time. If it had been with anyone else, he would've already spit it up, but he assumed it was a blend Brione had made herself and didn't want to upset her…even though her cooking was legendary for its terribleness.

"Good," she said as she took a sip from her own glass.

He noticed that she was staring at him almost expectantly. Perhaps she'd become wary of him from the last time. Or maybe she was looking to gauge whether or not he liked the tea…

"This tea is great," he lied as he downed his entire glass. He hurried and swallowed it all before the awful taste could stay in his mouth any further.

"Is it now?" she asked with the same expectant look. "Would you like something to go with it?"

He cringed, if whatever she had planned was as bad as the tea, then no.

"Yeah, sure," he lied.

She pulled the cover off of a tray of pastries that appeared to be slathered in honey. They looked like they might be good, but he wouldn't let his guard down until he took that first bite. And as he did, he realized that whatever awful taste they had was completely overshadowed by the taste of the honey.

"These are pretty good," he admitted as he took a second one.

Brione seemed to be watching his hand and smiled, "Ah, wonderful. I was worried they came out bad…"

As he ate, Brione went on about the new outfit she'd been working on. Something about an alteration to the shirt of her uniform to add a high-neck ruffle and some boning in her skirt so it stayed up like a dress she'd seen someone in a criminal gang in a different region wearing that she thought would look stylish on her.

He didn't really pay much attention to what she was saying as he continued onto his sixth pastry, but he nodded and agreed as she went on…and on…and on…

And whoa did her breasts seem really bouncy today or something? Was she wearing a push-up bra? He couldn't help but mindlessly stare at her breasts as she spoke and as they continued to jiggle around…

And within a blink, he threw her on top of the table, his hands ripping off her panties to eat her out. He heard her loudly squealing as he pushed his tongue further and further into her.

"Petrel!" she loudly moaned out as her hips buckled to his tongue.

Petrel wasn't sure what had come over him, but he couldn't help himself again. He pulled away and started jamming his fingers into her as he wiped his mouth with his free hand. Again, her face was completely red when he reached up and began to undo her shirt. He thought it was strange that she didn't fight back or anything. He leaned in and began sucking her nipples while his fingers rammed in and out of her.

But when he started to lower his pants, she kicked him off and had her bisharp drag him out. He dragged himself back to his room, his head in a daze.

Petrel thought it was strange that she continued to speak to him like nothing had happened the following day. Even stranger when she invited him over for tea time again a few days later. Even further stranger when he found himself tasting her once again. But the strangest thing of all-Petrel thought-was that this continued for a year.

She'd invite him over for tea, he'd feel this uncontrollable need to fuck her and he'd try to do just that, but she'd kick him out before he could get his dick out, only to invite him back a few days later.

Petrel was beginning to get suspicious.

He was sure Brione wasn't that stupid, considering she was the one in charge of performing the brainwashing sessions for Team Rocket. But he couldn't wrap his head around why she'd continue to invite him over even though he'd always find himself molesting her within an hour of their tea time. He decided that morning after receiving another invitation to tea that he would figure out just what was going on with her…

"Is something wrong with the tea?" Brione asked that afternoon as she sat across from Petrel at her dining table, drinking from her cup of tea.

He sat with his cup in front of him, untouched. There was something he wanted to test out, but he would need her to turn away in order for him to do it…

"Would ya mind getting me a napkin?"

"Hmm, a napkin?" she seemed surprised at his request. "Your face looks clean?"

"Nah, I need to blow my nose," he lied.

She nodded and got up, walking over to a set of cabinets that hung above the desks to the left wall of her lab. While she wasn't looking, Petrel picked up their cups of tea and quietly swapped them for one another. She returned and handed him a napkin, then sat down and resumed drinking.

"Thanks," he pretended to blow his nose, then pocketed it.

She looked at him with a frown, "Is the tea that bad?"

He looked down at the cup-her cup that he just swapped-and reluctantly picked it up, taking a small sip. Strangely, her drink tasted much sweeter than his had ever been. He thought perhaps she'd watered her own down with lots of honey. It wasn't too bad, so he drank it, but decided against any of her pastries this time.

"Why don't you have one?" he asked as he set his emptied cup down.

"I uh…" Brione set a hand to her cheek as she began to blush. "I have to watch my waist…"

"I don't think you're fat."

Her resistance against eating pastries seemed off to him. He'd seen her carrying around candies all the time, she had a ridiculous sweet tooth that she worked off with fighting and gyarados fishing…

"Oh…thank you…but…"

He noticed her face becoming redder and redder, until she climbed up onto the table on her back and pulled him towards her by his goatee.

"What are you waiting for?" she called with a sultry voice. "I am right here…"

Petrel smirked, so that's what it was…

"You're a tricky little minx, I'll give you that," he continued to smirk as he removed her hand from his goatee. "Drugging my tea with ecstasy or whatever so I'd be all over you, but it looks like you've got it bad this time."

"Urgh!" she loudly moaned, then begged, "Take me Petrel!"

That explained to him why he felt the constant need to fuck her, but it didn't explain to Petrel why exactly she'd been drugging him in the first place. I mean, c'mon, if she really wanted him that bad she could've just said the word and he would've broke down her door for a good dicking.

But he knew there was something more to this…

"Petrel, I want you…" she began to pout as she reached down to undo his pants for him.

All of their previous tea times where he was all over her, she only seemed willing for a little while, but always kicked him out before he could really do anything. So the entire tea-drugging-thing seemed completely illogical to him. She'd never orgasmed, he'd never orgasmed. It seemed like an entire waste of time…

He pulled her hands away from his pants; he didn't want to take her while she was all drugged up. Not that Petrel was a gentleman supreme, but Brione was a good friend of his-and he wanted her to remember whatever dicking he gave her.

"Oh," she begged, "Petrel please!"

Instead he carried her off to her bedroom while she covered him with kisses and tried to pull off his shirt. He tucked her in, gave her a kiss goodnight, and left. His plan was to question her about the entire ordeal when she was in her normal, logical state of mind.

But, when he finally had the chance to ask her…

"What, I never drugged our tea!" she lied, covering her red face with her hands. "Why would you say that…"

So he let it go. It wasn't a big deal to him, not big enough to ruin their friendship over. Instead, he would be in charge of their tea times, preparing the teas himself, and making her come to his room instead of her lab. However, whenever he'd try to convince her to sleep with him, she'd get upset and run away. He didn't understand it, and just chalked it up to her being a woman.

Not long after, she met his best friend Proton and the two hit it off. And strangely enough, the first thing she and Proton did after becoming a couple...was to sleep together.

Which of course peeved him…

Together with Proton, Petrel watched as Brione became the elegant, beautiful, and confident woman she'd always wanted to be. And yet, she continued to visit him to actually drink tea together and talk, often complaining about or asking for advice on how to deal with Proton. He didn't understand why, or why she'd drag him to celebrations or volunteer for heists.

It made no sense to him, instead causing him even more stress. He resigned himself that all he needed was to fuck her and she'd leave him be. And he'd constantly try it, only to be pummeled by her boyfriend. Until one night he got her all alone…

The trio had been out drinking in Violet City, although Brione who usually drank like a fountain instead opted for non-alcoholic drinks since she'd only recently found out she was pregnant. While Proton had drunken himself to sleep, Petrel was still ordering more when he noticed Brione walking out for a nightly stroll. He followed her and wound up pinning her to a tree in a secluded area of the city. He hadn't even tried to mask his intentions to her as he began lifting her skirt.

But instead of fighting him, she just gave him a soft smile and patted his head, saying the words he could never forget;

"Petrel, I will never abandon you."

He knew her words weren't an invitation to continue, but a stab at his heart…

And he let her go. Back to the bar of the restaurant he returned, leaving her to resume her stroll. When she returned he'd drunken himself into a stupor, the expensive ashtray she'd given him was packed, and a single lit cigarette was still in his hand.

Brione collected the two up on her pokémon and returned them to the Headquarters; Petrel to his bedroom and Proton to her's. Then the next day while they rose late with hangovers, she stepped out early for some gyarados fishing. When Proton awoke that morning he dragged Petrel off to look for her and as the two dug around, they found her diary collection.

Proton thought she'd written something they could use to find her in the latest volume, but Petrel decided to sneak a peek at the earlier ones from the time their strange tea times had first begun, thinking he could figure out her motivations this time.

While Proton was pleasantly surprised to read from the diary in his hands about how she'd thought he was so adorable since they first met, Petrel was shocked at what he found in the bundle he dug through.

She'd kept meticulous notes on him from his many reprogramming attempts, recording every bit of his history, that he couldn't remember even telling her in the first place. And according to her written confessions, knowing his pains and fears pained her. She wanted to help him break free of his fears of abandonment and intimacy so that he could never be successfully reprogrammed.

Oh, that and she'd been pining over him for years now in secret.

So she decided to use herself as bait. If he'd successfully slept with her and she continued to remain at his side, perhaps she'd get him through it. However, she felt the best way to broach the process was to make him feel as though he were in control of it. To that end she drugged his teas, hoping to bring out the beast to be tamed.

The problem was, Brione remembered the rules for the list Petrel kept. If he succeeded, she worried perhaps he would pull away forever and she'd never have the chance to help him. And so, every time he'd close in on his goal, she'd make him leave and later call him back. Brione knew her plan wasn't working as she wanted it, and when he'd outplayed her that time at tea, she realized it was over.

She gave up, and the regret of that was eating at her conscious.

Petrel knew there was something more to her behavior, but he didn't realize she'd done it to help him. He continued to read on and pocketed the journal he'd stopped at for later to go over when he had a cigarette in hand...