Authors note: Hello everyone! Just a warning that this chapter will contain masturbation. I do not own Borderlands or any Borderlands related stuff. You may notice I am using their real convo's from BL2 occasionally for missions. Enjoy!

Chapter 4. What is real?

"I don't want to do this anymore Brother Sophis! It doesn't feel right!"

He strode over to her, his large cane in hand, shaking his head and furrowing his brows. "Maya, you are still young. You do not understand. These people have sinned against The Order, against the Gods themselves, and for that they must be punished!"

"My mother said to never use my powers to harm others, especially those who are not bringing me harm!" she was frantic. Barely 17 and she could feel it. They were turning her into a weapon, she knew it. She was believing in The Order less and less, Brother Sophis eyes getting less kind. They never hurt her, but they didn't allow her outside either. They isolated her, and only used her when they needed information from one of their prisoners, to punish those who went against The Order. Still, these people raised her, her life wasn't all bad at first. She knew nothing outside of this life, and she was afraid.

"But I.. I don't want to" she said in a small voice.

"You must child," he snapped, coldly.

"You must."

Maya awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and heart pounding as though she had been in a fight. She regarded her surroundings, the familiarity flooding back, and she realized she was in her bed. Reaching over to the bedside table, she lit the candle, flooding the room with a warm glow. She remembered just a few hours ago, Lilith dropping her off at the HQ. Lilith.

She had dreams of The Order most every night, some more gruesome than others. Tonight was mild. Other nights she dreams of the terrible things they made her do, the terribly things she felt, her guilt manifesting into a full blown nightmare. Those were the nights where the screams came, those were the nights where the tears soaked her pillows.

She had to be strong here. That was her past, this is her present. There is far too much to be done to be worry about that now. She needed a clear and level head if she was going to aid the Crimson Raiders in taking down Handsome Jack and his army.

She climbed out of bed and went to the shower. The pipes creaked and groaned before the water sputtered out, filling the stall with a heavy steam as she made it as hot as she could stand. Wash away the guilt, save for another night. As the water ran through her hair, turning it into an inky blue, she let her thoughts wander. It didn't take long before they settled on a particular red-head. She could vividly see her face, the fire in her eyes, the red of her lips. The way she took those lips in her teeth whenever she shot a smirk at Maya. Gods.

Her minds eye went to Liliths chest, where her blue Siren tattoo was visible in her cleavage, before disappearing under her clothes. What is this feeling?

Her eyes continued downward, to the patch of skin visible above the waist of her tight pants. Ah, this feeling…in my core,

Her toned legs, lean and strong, much like the rest of her body. I wonder what they really look like…WHAT?

Mayas eyes snap open. Her stomach was in knots, she had a pressure, almost like butterflies, down there she thought. She was warm, on her outside and inside. She placed a hand on her heart, glancing down she could see her nipples had risen to stiff peaks. What is happening to me?!

Thanks to The Order, Maya knew nothing about feelings of arousal or longing. She was beginning to think she was getting sick.

She shook her head, blasting the water to cold, trying to shock herself back to normality. It slowly dulled the strange feelings. She was a little afraid of all of this. Where could she turn? Should she go to Dr. Zed? Maybe she could talk to Axton? She didn't want to look like a fool if something wasn't even wrong with her. She was already self conscious about her naivety to the world. She didn't need to give anyone a reason to laugh at her, if she was going to take down Handsome Jack, she couldn't do it as the laughing stock of Sanctuary.

She dried herself off, wiping the steam from the mirror to look at herself, to ensure whatever was happening wasn't evident on her face. To Mayas relief, she looked like herself, albeit a bit tired. Then again, she cant remember the last time she had a proper nights sleep. In between being plagued by nightmares and awoken by bandit attacks.

She sighed and padded back to her bed, throwing back the covers and collapsing ungracefully. She had maybe 4 hours until it would be morning, she had better try and get some more fitful sleep.

Little did Maya know, that Lilith to was up that night. In fact she had not yet slept at all. Instead, her mind was occupied with that of another siren with blue hair. She was curious as to why Maya would decide to come to Pandora. Sure she said she was up for an adventure, that she felt trapped, that she needed to get away. But Lilith cannot shake the feeling that there was something more to it then that. Something in my has eyes told a story that she had been through something darker than what she had let on. There was something broken in there. Something scared.

Lilith thoughts wandered to Roland. God, was she ever worried. She knew Roland's could handle himself but Handsome Jack was an unpredictable man. And highly mentally unstable. Come the morning the crimson raiders would all hatch a plan to break out her ex-boyfriend. Pft she thought. I should've known his heart would always lie with his work

She was not bitter over hers and Roland's breakup. But she couldn't help but feel a little lonely. She had grown accustomed to their banter, well, her banter. Roland was more known to be the serious type. Forever the loner before Roland came along, she wasn't used to having a warm body in her bed. Or having to look out for someone other than herself. Was she truly in love with Roland? Was she ever?

Sure, it stung. Sure, it was an adjustment to going back to the cold bed, not having someone to turn to 24/7. She went back to dealing with her problems in private, and she found that it was not so bad. Surely, if she had been in love with him, she would feel more pain?

She remembered his words...

" Lilith, we have to talk"

Roland had come upstairs to the war room of the HQ. She had been poring over the large map, wondering about Jack's next move. About their next move. Her eyes went to him. " I think most people start a conversation with hello."

"Right. Sorry. Hello."

She rolled her eyes. "what is it Roland, ever the serious?"

"We need to break up. We need to stop this."

"Uh, wow. Wasn't expecting that. What did I do?"

Roland stood. He had barely sat down. "it's not you Lilith, trust me. It's just, with everything going on, we cannot he focused on each other. When I was a lancer many years ago, we did not take wives or girlfriends, for the job comes first. There can be no distractions. And the job will always come first."

She scoffed. "so I'm just a distraction, yeah?"

"I care for you deeply Lilith. You were my first companion when we arrived in Fyrestone, and I will always see you as someone very dear to me. But my focus has to be on the mission. The longer we stay, involved, like this, the more my mind is taken off of what needs to be done. I'm sorry Lilith, this isnt because I don't love you, but because I am needed elsewhere. As I said, the job will always come first."

Lilith was getting pissed. "why the fuck didn't you say that BEFORE asking me to be your girlfriend!? Dumbass!" she tossed the figurines on the map at him, scattering them all to the floor.

"I'm sorry Lilith"

And he was gone.

She definitely just felt more pissed then she did heartbroken. She felt like he had made a fool out of her. Nothing compares to the sting of her ego. Maybe she can let him have it all over again once they take him back from the bloodshots.

She lit a cigarette, and sighed as she exhaled. One last smoke before trying to get some sleep. She looked out the window, over to the vast HQ across the street. At the top of the building, candlelight flickered through the gap in the makeshift curtains. Was it Maya?

She thought of Maya once again. Why did her thoughts always fall back on the Siren? She knew Maya was attractive, she could barely keep her eyes off her. The part Lilith was unsure of was that she also felt this pull to get to know the woman. She wanted to hear her voice. She wanted Maya to open up to her. Daresay, protect her?

She wanted to protect all of the citizens of Sanctuary, but she felt like she had a tender spot for Maya. "She seems so pure," she said aloud. And she did. She was ignorant to all of the dangers and violence of Pandora. Of how cruel the heart of man can be. Lilith wished she could keep her that way.

She turned from the window and put out her smoke. She started undressing, first taking off her weapons, before removing her clothing. Her nipples stood hard as the cold night air hit her. She quickly got into the bed and under the covers, suddenly longing for a warm body. Not Roland's she thought bitterly. No, it was someone different she had in mind. She thought of Maya's long blue hair, how soft it looked, how she wanted to bury her hands in it. The way her grey jumpsuit hugged her body tight, so tight she could make out her abs underneath. Every muscle rippled when she moved. Does she know how stunning she is? Pft, get it out of your head Lilith. You cant start going soft.

But something was happening. While her mind was scolding her, her hands had been wandering. She took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, absently mindedly rolling it around while her thoughts remained on the Siren. I wish it were her hand.

"Oh..." she moaned. She pinched a little harder, enjoying the slight pain and pleasure that shot to her stomach, "Ahhhh…!"

Her hips had started to move. When did her hips start to move? Before she knew it her other hand was moving down her stomach, ever so slowly and lightly. She imagined that too, was Maya's hand. "Mmmmmm…Mayaaah" she cried softly. "Fuck me, please, enter me Maya"

And her hand did, she found her sex soaking wet, her clit hot and swollen. She needed release.

One hand on her breast, the other rubbing the small nub in her wet folds, her chest heaved as she sped up the delicious rhythm. She thought of Maya's intoxicating scent, breathing her in as she held her back at the lair.

"Maya maya mayaaaa…YES please, more!"

She thought of her eyes, a piercing silver, she never wanted to look away,

"Agh, fuck!"

Her hand left her breast, to move down to her wetness, she eased a single digit into her core,

"MmmmAAHH, FUCK, haaaaaah yes, fuck me…"

Her lips, the way they curved into a slight frown in confusion, or pouted when she was thinking. She wanted to bite those lips,

Maya. Maya. Maya.

She quickened her pace, rubbing her clit frantically, pumping her finger in and out of herself. Harder, faster.

She felt that familiar build, beginning in her core and spreading to the rest of her body. She saw stars, she felt light as a feather, burning hot as the sun, her hands and toes going numb, she could barely breath, and then-

"AaaaaaAAAAAHHHH FUCK! HAAAAAAAH SHIT MAYA YEEEEESSSSS!"

Her juices coated her hand, dripping to the bed, her body wracked with spasms of aftershock.

"Ah, ah, haaaahhh…." She sighed. Slowly she removed her hand from her center, staring at her glistening digits in the moonlight.

Well fuck. I'm screwed.