Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Affairs ❯ Chapter 5/? ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.

Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3, 3xR, 6x13x6, DxS, 3xD

Rating: NC 17

Author: Ryouga

Summary: Treize Kushrenada runs an elite detective agency and Ace detectives Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell are assigned the task of bringing a serial killer to justice. Quatre Winner is a young trainee under the ever-watchful eye of Wu Fei Chang. When good meets bad and love enters the equation, it becomes a dangerous affair.

Author's note: This arc will officially be known as the `Retribution and Atonement' arc

Author's note for this chappy: Oiy Jesus Jo the things I do for you *shudders* ^_~

In the second half of this chapter, the cases and topics that Heero and the other two discuss about murders and killings are quite real and did happen, some in Australia and some in the US. It is all based on research that I have been doing. A list of references for the research will be set at the end of the fic.

Dangerous Affairs 5/?

Sally sat flicking through her magazine in the small, empty lunchroom, totally unaware of the figure hovering around behind her. She jumped as a pair of hands clamped around her eyes.

"Damn it, Dorothy. I wish you wouldn't do that!" the woman sighed as her office mate giggled mischievously, before returning her vision to her.

"What would you have me do then Miss Po?" the younger woman grinned as she sat down next to Sally.

"Ever thought of behaving yourself for more than five seconds?"

Dorothy grinned, running her hand through her hair."The thought had crossed my mind, but then I'd not enjoy myself as much."

Sally gave the girl a pat on the head. "And we certainly couldn't have that, now could we?"

Dorothy laughed, "Not unless you want me to drive you all insane of course.

"It was Sally's turn to laugh."I'd say it was a little late to worry about that Dorothy."

The younger woman grinned some more."I'd have to agree there. I mean, we all work for the slave driving asswipe, Trowa Barton don't we? We'd have to be insane just to stay sane."

Sally chuckled a little."That we do, but you have to admit, he pays well."

"I shall just have to kill him and take over his business. He'd be dead, I'd be rich..."

"Not to mention in trouble with the law..."Sally threw in with a smirk.

Dorothy waved her hand in the air."Feh! Minor details."

Sally laughed at the young woman. She was a strange one all right, but she was amusing to say the least. "So, what have you got planned for lunch?"

Dorothy raised her eyebrow and leant into the woman."You really want to know?"

Sally laughed."Unless of course, it's a big secret."

Dorothy moved her chair closer to the older woman's, draping an arm around her shoulder. "I'll trade information with you Sal, you tell me the kinkiest place you've ever had sex and I'll tell you what I'm going to have for lunch."

Sally felt a red tinge sweep over her face and she bit her lip."Dorothy," she gushed, "That's a little unfair."

Dorothy laughed, a look of amusement in her eyes."I see, still a virgin hey?"

Sally went a brighter shade of red confirming Dorothy's suspicions.

Dorothy grinned at her, a wicked look in her eye. "Well, well, well, who'da thunk.... The sexy miss Sally... A virgin." The younger woman thought for a moment then waggled her finger at the older one, "Stay here don't move."

Sally blushed some more. A puzzled look appeared on her face as Dorothy stood and headed for her locker. Opening it, she dragged out her backpack and took it over to the table, sitting back down.

The dark-haired woman gave her a curious look.

"You want to know what's in there, huh?" Dorothy asked the curious woman.

Sally nodded. She was more than just curious now.

Dorothy smiled."First, before I show you what's in the bag, we have to prepare you to meet it."

"Meet it?" Sally said with a laugh."Alright Dorothy, I'll play your little game, you have me totally intrigued."

"Good!" She began draping her arm around the woman's shoulder again, "You have to promise me that you won't back out once the game begins."

"As long as there's no pain involved, fine I can live with that," she agreed.

Dorothy smirked. "The game begins... now!" she said as she ran a finger down over Sally's nose and touched the tip.

Sally gave another chuckle, Dorothy definitely was *different* to say the least.

"First I want you to stand," Dorothy requested, and Sally complied. "Now, move to the left of the table a little and close your eyes."

Again, Sally complied.

"Do you always have to wear that particular mini skirt Sal, or is it just that you have no others?" Dorothy snickered as she herself stood and moved over to the other woman.

"I'll have you know this happens to be my favorite skirt." Sally opened her eyes and poked her tongue out at her office mate.

"Hey, I never said you could open your eyes," Dorothy pouted playfully. "Now, stand at ease like they do in the armed forces."

Sally laughed and closed her eyes again standing at ease her arms behind her back. "I just want to know what you're up to missy."

"You'll know soon enough my dear Sal," she informed the woman, walking up closer to her. "So, why are you still a virgin? Can't find a man that tickles your fancy?"

Sally shrugged."I guess I've been too busy with work to think about it actually."

"God, don't you get frustrated?"

"Now that, Dorothy, coming from the Queen of perversion herself is a stupid question." Sally smirked.

"You know Sal."Dorothy whispered softly into Sally's ear."I think it's time we did something about this." She pressed her lips firmly to the unsuspecting older woman's, her hand reaching down under the skirt rubbing the soft mound covered by cloth.

"Dorothy, " Sally gasped, opening her eyes and pulling away a little."What the hell are you doing?" Her face had turned brighter than a beetroot.

Dorothy smirked, advancing on her again. "I'm about to *unfrustrate* you."

"Oh really now?" Sally replied backing away until she had backed herself into the lockers. "And just what makes you think that I want you, or anybody else to touch me at all?"

Dorothy placed her arms either side of Sally's shoulders and smiled."Then go ahead and stop me Sally," she said as her hand returned to its previous position under the skirt, searching for and then caressing the small nub through the fabric.

Sally swallowed, looking into the younger woman's eyes. She tried to hold back the moan as Dorothy's hand delved beneath the elastic of her panties and cupped her warmth, but she couldn't.

Again Dorothy pressed her lips against Sally's, this time the woman didn't resist, "For some one who doesn't want this, you certainly are all nice and wet down here," she said softly teasing the tiny erect protrudence between her fingers.

Sally moaned softly, as much as she hated to admit it, Dorothy was turning her on, making her want more. She gasped as she felt her panties slowly being tugged down, "Oh god." she groaned as Dorothy gained better access to her pussy, running her hand over the moist folds.

She paused for a moment."Keep your eyes closed Sally, I'll have a surprise for you in a moment."

Sally heard the unzipping of the backpack and the rustling of paper or plastic and then she sensed that Dorothy was there beside her again. She glanced down and there in Dorothy's hand was a long, slick, black baton sheathed in a condom. She groaned half out of pleasure and the other of anticipation.

Dorothy knelt beside the dark-haired woman, positioning herself just below her moistness and then Sally moaned loudly as a warmer moist feeling swept across her clit. "Oh god, it feels wonderful! Oh god. Yes!" The lapping continued for a few moments and then stopped, causing Sally to moan in protest. Suddenly she felt a smooth object press at the entrance of her warmth and slowly it was pushed inside of her, she groaned as it slid against the smoothness of her inner walls.

Dorothy sensed the object in her hand had reached the virgin's barrier and she felt Sally tense a little as she obviously realized why Dorothy was using the large, long, thick length she had pulled from the bag. With a swift firm push from Dorothy the baton broke through and Sally gave a small cry of discomfort, but the baton kept going gently in and out of the newly discovered cavernous region. Sally moved in time with the baton, her moans increasing, her thoughts distracted from the discomfort she'd felt just moments ago.

Dorothy watched as Sally's face contorted with pleasure as she gently fucked the woman with the long thick length. As Sally rode down to meet the upward thrust, again the young blond woman lapped at her small pink nub.

"OH SHIT!!" Sally cried out as the tongue swirled around the clit and delved into the pussy. As Dorothy and the baton still continued their vigil, Sally found herself moaning loudly and caressing her own breasts through her shirt; Dorothy gave a lustful smirk. She pulled the baton out, threw it aside and pulled the woman to meet her kissing her fiercely. Sally responded just as fiercely, the lustful wantonness showing in both women's eyes. Dorothy removed her own clothing then removed the rest of Sally's; showering her body in soft small kisses and nips. Sally returned the favor mimicking the other woman's actions.

Dorothy's tongue wrapped itself around a nipple of Sally's breast, teasing and caressing it. Then, suckling on it the woman thrust a finger into Sally's warmth then two, whilst licking her way down towards the pulsing heat that was Sally's womanhood and again lapping at the folds and the wetness before her, her tongue joining the fingers that caressed the upper, inner walls of the sanctuary that was only a short time ago, virgin land.

Sally found her self faced with a new challenge; she had never experienced sex of any kind until now. Obviously Dorothy had the experience that she lacked. Her moans grew louder and she tried to pleasure Dorothy, as much as she was receiving pleasure. She was concerned her actions may not be right but judging by the noises the other woman was making she was obviously doing just fine.

The many nights of watching all those girly porn movies alone must have been of some help after all.

Her own tongue delved into the realms of heated passion, writhing bodies squirmed with the pleasure of impending orgasm and as Dorothy cried out in the throes of ecstasy, Sally suddenly felt a strong sensation coming from within her nether regions, building up to an impassioned explosion. "Uuhh… Ohhh shit… ohhh my god, oh god! Ohhhhh… " Her body tensed, her hips bucked up and as Dorothy's tongue delved into, then across her clit, she arched up, the pleasure sweeping across her body like waves upon the shore of the beach.

~*~

In the archives, Heero had allocated a task for each of them to perform while researching. He himself had the task of helping the other two for now so he joined Duo in searching through the case files of other murderers and their victims. Looking for similar cases and the motives behind the perpetrator's actions.

Cell phone at his ear, Heero listened to the person on the other end. "Ok Treize we'll get to it this afternoon, I plan to interview victims of the rapes some more and the families of all the victims to date." Heero nodded absentmindedly."Yes we will, thanks." He shut the cell phone and placed it back into his pocket. "That was Treize. There's been another murder."

Quatre sighed."Bastard…"

Duo was too enthralled with his research to hear the talk going on. He scanned one of the files meticulously. He was already flabbergasted and horrified enough by some of the things he'd read about killers and their motives, mostly the motives were centered around revenge and he'd managed to go through twenty five or so, but this one…. "HOLY FUCK!!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"What's up?" Heero asked as he and Quatre turned their heads to see a look of morbid disgust on Duo's face.

"There's a case here I just found where the bastard killed women just because *he wanted to*. In one of the cases he'd already cut her across the face and she got up and he wanted her to stop screaming so he cut the woman's throat open then shoved his fingers in there grabbing hold of her from the inside and squeezed her chords until she was dead."

Quatre made a face. "That's awful!"

Heero shrugged he seemed to be unaffected by the details of Duo's account. "Welcome to the real world of *let's play detective,* people. I'm warning you now you two, there's even more violent and morbid crimes than just shoving a hand inside someone's throat, amongst these," he warned them, waving his hand at the files behind them." So be prepared for anything."

Duo grimaced."There's one thing I don't understand. He said he hated women in general, so then why didn't he kill his girlfriend? Why was she exempt from his wrath against women?"

"You'll find that it states at the end of the paperwork that he told the authorities that she wasn't like anyone else he knew and that he felt she was a kindred spirit; you'll notice he said that he would never hurt her. You will find in quite few cases there seems to be some kind of traumatic abuse and/or dysfunctional family life. The perpetrator is victimized as a child. It could be by family or a stranger or family friends; physical, mental, sexual abuse in most cases. For some it's what they have seen done to others and some just become so bitter about what has happened to them or someone they are close to, that fantasy and reality become warped together and the thoughts of revenge become so strong, that they start to convince themselves that the only way to pay back those that have done them wrong is to punished them in some way, kill them even," he paused, placing his file back onto the shelf. "And when that happens; even the innocent aren't safe."

Quatre swallowed. "I guess the more severe the trauma, the worse the urge to payback must be?"

Heero shook his head. "Not necessarily. Every person is different; someone can just say the wrong thing while some just snap, some don't even realize they've committed the offense until after the fact. There's so many different types of killers." He sat on a nearby bench. "You can't just put them all into the same category."

Duo turned, resting his back on the shelves behind him. "I hear ya there Heero. I read a case before this one where the guy was a chief petty officer in a hospital, talking to his superior's daughter and then suddenly he had her by the throat and was holding her under water. Apparently there was a discontinuity in his mind as to what had happened. He suddenly realized that he was strangling her but he couldn't remember ever grabbing her in the first place."

Quatre shuddered, "I read one where the this guy was heading to a liquor store and he almost got run down by a car so he retaliated by flipping the driver off. Then the driver and his buddies got out of the car and proceeded to knock him down, pushing his head into the dirt next to some cigarette butts, then continued into the store. So this guy, because he felt that what they did was low, went home, got his gun and went back to shoot them. He missed two of them but got the driver. He put the barrel right up to his chest and fired, point blank. Said that he was the one he really wanted."

"Shit that's payback with a bite, especially for something so petty," Duo said, returning his file to the shelf. "I mean, couldn't he have just punched the guy out?"

"Not that simple, Maxwell," Heero answered. "You'll find in the case that Quatre is talking about, the man also debated with himself about whether he should just kill the driver or all of them, or just wound the other two. Of course, when he saw them he opted to shoot them anyway."

"Luckily for them he missed though," Quatre added quickly.

"Yes, lucky. However, as Quatre also stated, the man did point blank shoot the driver, the main *offender* in this situation. You'll find that the *victim*, so to speak, was more than just humiliated, therefore he acted as he felt he had to, the interpretation of his actions are what's known as `Physically defensive'."

Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Physically defensive?"

Heero nodded. "That's what I said."

Duo folded his arms and sat himself on the floor, resting his chin on his arms. "Cases have been studied and researchers say that there are four types of this, `Physical defense'. In the case we're talking about, they interpreted the victim's attitude to mean that physical attack was forthcoming or already in progress and then he indicated to himself that he should respond violently, and so he forms a violent plan of action."

Quatre blinked. "Translation Heero?"

Heero grinned. "The *victim* sees violence as the only means of preventing some one from harming him. So he retaliates with violence for violence, but he doesn't see it as homicide or murder."

Quatre nodded. "I see. So does that mean the *victim* felt he was retaliating in self defense?"

"In a nutshell, yes," Heero answered with a nod. "However, in the eyes of the law, he committed a crime, one successful act of homicide, and two acts of attempted homicide."

Duo agreed. "Yup, there is a law against killing people just because you were insulted and embarrassed ya know."

Quatre sighed glancing up at all the files. "This could take a while, although guys, I do have a few names of people whose relatives were victims of both the rapes and murders, so if you wanna follow them up." He handed Heero a piece of paper. "There's eight so far, three for the first lot of murders and rapes three months ago, two for the ones two months ago and then the three for the ones for this month."

Heero took them appreciatively and nodded glancing up at the clock on the wall to read the time. "Shit, it's almost eleven thirty. We'll break for lunch in half an hour, then Duo and I will go and see a few of these people; see if we can't rustle up some answers."

Quatre nodded as he returned yet another file to the shelf. "I'll stay here and add more names to this second list while you're out." He reached out, taking another file and opened it.

~*~

Trowa sat back at his desk, arms behind his head. His ten o'clock had just left and his next appointment wasn't until one pm. He closed his eyes and sighed. He heard his office door open, and the door lock behind it. "So, did you enjoy your lunch, Miss Catalonia?"

The woman stopped in her tracks. "You're too quick for me, Mr. Barton; and yes lunch was rather enjoyable." Dorothy sauntered up to him and sat on his knee, arms draped around his shoulders.

"Hoping for desert are we?" The young man smirked as he opened his eyes.

She grinned running her hand down over his shirt and across his groin, gently massaging and kneading the slight bulge that had begun to develop. "I'd love some," she replied seductively, getting off his lap and kneeling on the floor. Slowly she pulled the zip of Trowa's trousers down, then fumbled with the button.

Trowa lifted himself off his seat slightly allowing the young woman to pull his trousers and underwear to the floor. She then stood and he reached under her dress, his hand cupping the heated mound, rubbing it softly with his hand. He brought his other hand up, slowly removed her underwear, and then pulled her to him, kissing her softly.

Dorothy moaned into the kiss and positioning herself over his hot stiff cock, eased herself down onto it, his hand guiding them together.

Trowa moaned his approval as the woman lifted her hips and ploughed down hard onto his throbbing erection.

~*~

"Man, I wish they'd hurry up," Duo complained. "I'm starving!"

Quatre glanced from Duo's face to his stomach a wide smirk crept up onto his own face.

The chestnut haired man saw the look on the blonde's face and threw him a warning glance in return. "Say nothing; live longer."

Quatre continued to smirk in silence.

Heero grinned and put his arm around his lover. "Never mind koi, I love you just the way you are."

"Aww Heero." Duo blushed as his partner kissed him softly.

Wu Fei rolled his eyes and gave a light cough. "If you two have quite finished, I'd like to know how the three of you are getting on with the case."

"Hold that thought Wu Fei," Heero replied as the waitress came over to the table.

"So boys, what'll it be?" the woman drawled.

"What have yer got." Duo mimicked her accent.

Heero rolled his eyes.

"Well fella's, today we have the chef's special, Creamy garlic prawns. That's prawns cooked in a rich creamy garlic sauce."

Duo quirked an eyebrow. "I assume it has the prawns in it as well?"

"That's what I just said sir. Prawns cooked in a rich creamy garlic sauce."

"Yes, yes, I know what you said, you said that it's cooked in a rich creamy garlic sauce, but I'm asking you if the prawns are actually in it. I don't want the sauce flavored with prawn flavoring you know, I want to know if the prawns are actually in the sauce when served."

"Oh god!" Heero sighed woefully, sliding down in his chair. "Here we go again."

Quatre turned his head and snickered, Wu Fei elbowed him in the side. "Don't encourage him."

The waitress blinked. "How else would they come sir?"

"In shells of course!" Duo stated, his face as straight as a ruler.

"They don't come with the shells on sir."

"Yes they do. I've seen them, " Duo insisted.

"We serve them in cocktails and sauces here sir and they don't have shells on," she replied, a slight note of annoyance in her voice.

"So you're telling me that prawns don't have shells, they have sauce?"

"If you want prawns with shells on sir you will need to have the seafood basket," she replied, her face twitching a little.

"And the prawns have shells on in the seafood basket?"

"Yes sir that *is* what I just said." Her face twitched some more.

"Ooh righto then, in that case…. I'll have a hamburger and a side order of fries, thanks."

Heero and the waitress both glared at him.

"What…?" he asked in feigned innocence. "I'm allergic to prawns."

TBC….