Due to theme, I'll be rating this T just to be safe, even if individual chapters/segments could be rated lower.
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Three – the Game
3 - 1: Intervention
Summary: Really, with a situation this odd, someone had to do something about it.
Rating/Genre: K+ / Humor
There was something strange going on. Roa could sense it.
And it had something to do with Greed, Marta, and Dorochet. Hell, the tension between them was so apparent, it was nearly palpable.
And with a situation this prickly, someone had to take charge. Namely, Roa. Of course, he didn't know what he had gotten himself into, or that he had taken charge in the first place. But, taken charge he had.
He watched the three of them with a wary eye; Marta blushing ever-so-slightly, out of either rage or something more, Dorochet glaring at Greed jealously, and Greed taking note of these things and doing absolutely nothing about it.
Well, until now.
He placed the phone back on the receiver, and Marta put it back on the counter. Luckily, it had been a slow day, and the few hookers/customers that were there cleared out a while ago.
"What's with that look, Dorochet?" he asked irritably.
"What look?" asked the 'confused' Dorochet.
"That look you were giving me while I was on phone," Greed continued, not buying it for a second. Panic ran through Dorochet's features for a split second.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about!" he stuttered.
"Yeah, right. You know exactly what I'm talking about, ya little-"
"Lay off, Greed," Marta chimed in. "You were probably imagining things." Roa watched them bicker, a slight hint of amusement playing on his lips.
"My god," he began, laughing. "Why not just have a threesome and be done with it?"
Greed's jaw dropped. Marta tripped. Dorochet nearly fell of his stool.
And all three of them shared an expression of shock, disgust, and… interest?
…Well, he had to do something about it.
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3 – 2: Decision
Summary: What do we do now?
Rating/Genre: T / Humor
Greed was the first to speak up.
"…Excuse me?"
"You heard me," stated the ambiguously drunk Roa. He took the time to say these next few things:
"Marta loves Greed. And Dorochet loves Marta." He pointed at each of them as he said this. "Greed… I'm not sure where the hell you stand on this and why, but don't do anything you'll regret." He took the opportunity to leave the room.
"…What the hell was that?" Dorochet said slowly. Greed had a strange look on his face. What was it… curiosity?
"…Both of you, come here." He beckoned them and put his arms on the back of the sofa. Marta sat on his right and Dorochet on his left.
"…What do we do now?" Marta ventured to say.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm all for it," Greed murmured all-but-huskily. He snaked (pardon the pun) his arms around their waists as he said this.
"Whuh-?" Marta never got to finish her sentence. 'Cause Greed suddenly decided 'Hey, I think I'll snog her now.' And he did. Very possessively, I might add.
"Hey!!" Dorochet protested jealously." Greed's grip on him tightened, and he proceeded to say "What? I was getting to you," and switch to Dorochet. Dorochet flushed almost immediately, and… was that whimpering Marta heard? She just stared, having suddenly decided that being a voyeur was a-ok. Eventually Greed realized that Dorochet needed to breathe in order to live and pulled back.
"That was…" Marta began. "…that was hot." Greed, satisfied (momentarily), grinned wickedly. Dorochet, confused, became even more confused. Marta glared at Dorochet.
"You cut in on my turn, bitch." She proceeded to climb onto Greed's lap and-
…make out with Dorochet. Very, very aggressively, I might add.
Roa was very glad to have left the room.
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3 – 3: Aftermath
Summary: All's well that ends well, as they say. Sort of.
Rating/Genre: T / Humor
Again, Greed was the first to speak. He usually was.
"So, what'd you guys think?" he inquired hazily, a satisfied, decadent smirk playing on his lips. His shield was down, both literally and metaphorically, and he lay on his side.
Marta (directly next to him) was the second to speak. Made sense, seeing as she was in the middle. (Oh, my.)
"I… I can't describe how amazing that was," she stated simply. His smirk became smug. "But if you want this to continue, you're going to have to show some fidelity." His smirk died a little. "'Cause I swear to whatever sadistic, fucked up deity that runs things up there, if you cheat on me 'n Doro, I'll kill you myself. I'm pretty sure you'll understand me when I say I don't like sharing."
Dorochet was the last to speak. He lay on Marta's other side, and, as per usual, was the underdog.
"Ah-Agreed," he just barely managed to say. Auuugh. He was going to have a limp for the rest of the week. He just knew it.
Greed shifted uneasily for a second after hearing this.
But the subject changed quickly.
"Ready for round two?"
…Well, all's well that ends well, as they say.
Well, not really.