This is the end folks. It's basically just going to be a bunch of little stories compiled into one. And there probably will be a little less lemon, a little more imagining on your part. ^_^ Have fun, and thanks for reading.
~Blah~ = thoughts
WARNINGS: Lemon, lemon, and not so much lemon. Some graphic language. PWP. 3x4, 5x2, 1xH.
Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada... I mean no harm to officers anywhere, I just think the uniforms make the GW characters sexy. ^_^
"It's time, gentlemen. And you too, Noin. We're going to bust that damn pimp once and for all. I'm sick of him bribing half of my officers, and tricking the other half. This time, nothing will be in your way. Your jobs are on the line tonight. Get that pimp or else!"
"Yes sir!" the five voices saluted in unison.
All five of them were in Zechs' car, driving down the highway towards Quatre's Cuties, and followed by five patrol units.
"Man, this bites. I got stuck with a bunch of rookies," Zechs complained. They knew that he was the one behind all of this... but no one had ever gotten around to getting a warrent for his arrest. Until now.
"Hey, we're stuck with a snobby plainclothes," Wufei retorted. The two glared at each other until Noin spoke up.
"Calm down. We're here to work together." Noin received a glare from Wufei, but got a look of respect from Zechs. She blushed without really knowing why.
The rest of the drive was rather boring and uneventful, but the tension level was rather high.
Zechs and Noin took point, and led the bust. They rushed in and started searching the place for evidence, but Trowa started looking for Quatre. The prostitutes were rounded up and arrested. Wufei and Heero went on a separate hunt.
Trowa's Hunt
Trowa had gone straight to Quatre's private room, unnoticed by the other officers. He kicked the door in, to see Quatre and Dorothy engaged in a heated doggy-style fuck.
"You're under arrest," Trowa said, pulling out his gun. "I'm sorry, but this time there are no excuses. Get away from each other and put your hands over your heads."
Dorothy and Quatre watched him cautiously.
"Can we at least put our clothes on?" Dorothy asked.
"... sure."
After they had quickly put their clothes back on, Trowa prepared to read them their rights and cuff them. He had waited a long time for this. "You have the right—"
He didn't get a chance to say the rest, because Dorothy did a back flip and slipped out the window, crashing through the window screen. Quatre cursed under his breath, realizing that she was planning that the whole time.
"I figured she would have backstabbed you," Trowa said. "She's a double agent. She knows how to manipulate."
"So she was really working for the police this whole time?"
"No," Trowa replied. "I believe she works for another pimp. But it doesn't matter. You're under arrest. Quatre Winner."
Quatre scowled slightly, but allowed himself to be placed under arrest. Just then, Noin and Zechs rushed into the room.
Zechs and Noin's Hunt
Noin followed Zechs as they started leading people out of the establishment, and going through each of the strange chambers, wondering at all the leather and plastic tools they found in each one. They concluded that Quatre was one sick bastard, and proceeded to search the hallways of the establisment.
Then they heard the sounds of a window crashing, and they rushed to the source, to find Trowa holding Quatre at gun point.
"Very good, Officer Barton," Zechs said. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Noin began to read him his rights.
"You have the right to remain silent..."
Heero and Wufei's Hunt
Meanwhile, Heero and Wufei were desperately searching for Hilde and Duo. After fifteen minutes of fruitless searching and questioning, they finally found both of them, engaged in a sixty-nine.
"Oh, hi guys," Duo said. He was underneath Hilde, and licking up her juices as they flowed from her cunt. Hilde just looked up and then continued sucking on Duo's cock.
"We don't have time," Wufei said. "The cops are here to bust the pimp, and they're rounding up the hookers. We need to get you two out of here."
Heero just nodded his assent. Hilde rolled off of Duo, and the both threw on some clothes.
"Alright," Duo said. "But why do you want us to get out of here?"
"Yeah, why DO you want to help us?" Hilde said in a skeptical tone.
Wufei held his hand out to Duo. Duo walked over and took his hand. "We don't want to lose you," Wufei said.
Heero walked up to Hilde and took her arm. "And because I don't want to see your pretty face in jail," he whispered.
Hilde blushed and nodded. "C'mon Duo, we'd better listen to them."
Duo agreed, and the two officers snuck out the two hookers, and set them free.
"Do you promise to see us again?" Hilde asked. Heero nodded.
"Prooooooomise?" Duo asked. Wufei smirked and nodded.
Both Duo and Hilde had gotten jobs at a local bar, working as a busboy and a waitress, respectively. Heero and Wufei both promised to see them as much as possible. That, and now Hilde lived with Heero, and Duo had moved in with Wufei. Life seemed to be fine and dandy, and they had lots of sex. And on occassion, all four of them got together and had group sex. But that story is for another time.
Meanwhile...
In a jail cell at the local jailhouse...
"Suck it, pimp boy," Trowa said with a hidden glee as he made Quatre give him a blow job. Quatre was sentenced to three years of jail for illegal... activities, and Trowa was his personal guard. They had a strictly professional relationship, of course.
"Suck harder, dammit!"
Of course.