One and Two and Three

Many apologies for the long wait between updates.
Hey look! some One on One action! w00t! sorry if it's kind of awkward, i'm not sure how male masturbation works technically, being female myself and all.

I own nothing but Keyes, i don't even own that guitar anymore, i got cold and set it on fire.

Reminder- i don't have a beta or anything, so for the love of god tell me about spelling/grammatical errors so i cans fix 'em and make the story better to read and more pleasing to the English-critical eye.

Keyes woke up to Trinity's face over hers and the feel of cold metal sliding out of the back of her head. Sitting up and shaking her head a bit she looked at Trinity then sideways at Mazon who was still mentally in the Matrix. Keyes sat up and grabbed hold of her friend's shoulders, giving her a rough shake.
"Mazon!" she jerked a little and blinked open her eyes. Looked at Keyes for a second then grinned and sat up.
"Thank God." Mazon stretched, cracking her neck and shook her head at Trinity's confused gaze.
"It's okay mom. We're fine." Trinity looked like she wanted to say something more but instead turned and walked over to watch the screens with Linc. Keyes watched Trinity walk away for a second and turned to Mazon.
"How are they?" she looked at Keyes for a moment, not quite comprehending then nodded.
"Oh! Hold on and I'll find out." Keyes nodded and Mazon closed her eyes, concentrating, they sat like this for about five minutes and Keyes was about to ask Mazon if she was even awake when she opened her eyes. "One took a shot in the gut and Two got grazed on the cheek. They’re back in the apartment." Keyes paled a little and asked a bit too urgently
"They healed themselves?"
"Yeah. Why the concern?" Mazon was looking at Keyes accusingly who blushed and broke eye contact.
"Just… uh, just looking after my investment is all." Mazon nodded patronizingly
"Sure you are. Are you sure you didn't like being kissed by One?"
"Mazon!" Keyes huffed. "You've spent way to long inside. Your brain's fried or something!" Mazon shrugged, leaning back and crossing her arms.
"Yeah okay. How can you tell them apart anyhow?" Keyes grinned sheepishly
"Well Two is slightly less talkative, One's face is more angular, and Two creases his brow just a little. Oh, and One always has this tiny little smile on his face like he knows something you don’t" Keyes was grinning fully, as if Mazon has actually wanted to know. She was simply staring at Keyes, jaw slack, eyes narrowed.
"Keyes, what would make you think I was serious?" Keyes blinked once or twice
"You mean you weren't?" Mazon shook her head condescendingly
"Hell no. I was testing you. And you've failed, proving that you're totally smitten over One." Keyes stood.
"You're so full of it!" Mazon stood also
"Oh please! You're just cranky because I've found out your dirty little secret!" Keyes didn't answer, just stared at Mazon quietly fuming. "So… does he know?" her eyebrows shot up.
"Know what?" Mazon rolled her eyes in impatience and began walking towards the sleeping deck.
"Don't play dumb. Does One know about your crush?" Keyes, who was following her usual two paces, shook her head forcefully.
"No way, and I don't intend to let him in on that little bit of information thank you very much." Mazon turned and looked at Keyes questioningly.
"Why not? What if he feels the same way?" a snort.
"Yeah right, a program, a renegade, mercenary program get the hots for some human he's been trying to kill until just recently?"
"He was hardly trying to kill you, letting you sleep naked in his bed and all." Keyes crossed her arms and they stopped infront of Mazon's room.
"Besides, aside from being a program, he's probably like sixty years old or something."
"Yeah but Keyes, he's a program, age stuff is different for him. He's probably only like late twenties early thirties latest."
"And how old am I Mazon?" Mazon thought for a second, leaning against her door.
"Twenty one? Twenty two?"
"Try Twenty Maz." And she turned to continue down the corridor to her own room, pausing at her door, three down. " Besides, things like that don't happen to me." she grinned feebly and entered her room, leaving Mazon alone in the hall, looking down at where Keyes entered.
"They don't until you make them Keyes. They don't until you make them."

One was in his room. He'd thought about changing the sheets, they were wrinkled and smelled like Keyes, a mixture of his soap and Human Woman, but gave up on the idea. His room would probably still smell like her. Down to the carpet. He looked around it, he'd straightened up a little but something was still different. ~Ah, what have we here? ~ Bending down by the opposite side of the bed, One pulled a piece of wadded up material out from underneath the bed. It looked like the code of the Matrix. Holding it up, One took hold of two stringy parts on either side and spread them apart. What was revealed to him was Keyes' underwear. His eyes shot open and he juggled the article a second before letting it come to rest on the bed. He wondered briefly when Keyes had taken off her underwear and looked around the room quickly for anything else. Not finding any other pieces of clothing, he sighed and sunk down on the bed next to the undies. Burying his face in a hand, One glanced at the scanty commodity next to him and held back a blush. He hadn't blushed in a long time, and alone or not, he didn't plan on doing it again. Sneaking a second look at the underwear, One grinned guiltily. She had good taste in undergarments, that much was certain. He didn't remember her picking up any when they had gotten her clothes before visiting the Merovingian. And if that was right…. One fought back another blush; thinking of Keyes running around with out any skivvies at all was just dirty. But still…. One was just beginning to float into a daydream based on that exact thought when Two burst into the room.
"That’s it!" One jumped and looked at Two who was frowning at him.
"What's it?" he pointed in the direction of his room.
"Must we think so loudly? We are trying to get some sleep and all we can see is our Employer-" he frowned even deeper at One. "-running around scantily clad! One, we do not care if we have a little obsession with Keyes, but really, day dreaming about her? We have her underwear right there and we daydream?" One seemed deep in thought, ignoring Two who stared at him a second longer before throwing his arms up and turning to leave, pausing at the door. "And if we must know, it was us who removed her underwear because certain other individuals didn't think that wet underwear is exceedingly uncomfortable to sleep in." and he stormed over to his own room, startling One with the sound of a door slamming. He thought for a moment longer then grinned ferally down at the underwear, an eyebrow quirking. What Two said was true. But One didn't want to think about Two right now.

Mazon was dreaming, in her dream, she was back in the Matrix. Not physically, just floating around, checking out what was going on. She had gotten as far as the Twins' apartment when she realized she really was floating around the Matrix, not just dreaming about it. After glancing in at Two, who was asleep, Mazon floated through the wall next door, looking around. She couldn't see One anywhere in his room, and turned her head towards another door, hearing what sounded like hurried breathing coming from inside. Curious, she floated towards it, listening outside to the breathing. She craned her ears, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what was breathing so hard. Making up her mind, Mazon stuck her head through the door and found herself in a bathroom, staring at the back of One.

Yep, Two was in no way present in One’s mind at the moment, having done him the favor of tuning out as One locked himself into his bathroom. He started off a little awkwardly, not having needed to pleasure himself in a while. There had always been someone around to do it for him but this just didn’t seem like the sort of situation in which one of Merovingian’s little restaurant-playthings would do the trick. He didn’t even unbutton his pants at first, closing his eyes and starting off with his imagination, returning to his previous line of thought. Before her little collapse, Keyes had held an expression of pure, cocky boredom. She was so confident, so swank as she practically sauntered into the restaurant, sat down and began to play Merovingian’s little word games. Something about the way she carried herself, almost slouching, One imagined her suddenly mid thrust, naked, straddling his lap, her back straight, more then straight, arched.
He saw her in his mind, one hand holding onto the back of his neck desperately while the other tangled in her own hair as she rode him, barely able to keep her sanity as he drove her to the edge. One grunted a little as he felt himself respond and forced the train of thought to continue. The first time she’d be on bottom. He imagined his knee edging her legs apart, eager legs that wrapped around him, holding tightly as he teased her first, not quite penetrating her, waiting for her to want it badly enough to beg. Unbidded, One’s hand crept to his stomach, spreading his fingers out and beginning to slide them down towards the top of his pants as the train switched tracks.
From behind he could trace a finger down her spine. He imagined she didn’t much care for soft, tracing touches but was more the type who wanted it hard, and hard she would have it. She would be bent over something, perhaps his bed, maybe the kitchen counter, maybe the back of the couch, it didn’t matter. He could imagine her rear pressing against him as she covered his hands with her own. His left hand was covering her breast, his right buried between her legs. She helped him finger her, finding the angles and pressure she liked the most.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as his hand wrapped around his base first, squeezing very gently, coaxing his member to full attention, the other hand unbuttoning the pants and letting both them and his boxers fall to the ground. It was best if Keyes didn’t care for gentleness because he wasn’t much for giving it. The hand that had released him from his pants reached up and removed his sunglasses, dropping them on the counter and he released his penis just long enough to shrug off his coat and loosen his tie. Looking downwards, he smirked again, then let his eyes slip back closed as the mental imagery changed once again,


His hands were infront of him and he kept looking at a piece of something black and green on the counter. She stared at the thing a second before realization hit her like an A-bomb. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock. She stared, nearly screaming when One grabbed the underwear. She bit her lip and yanked her head out of the bathroom, then her whole being out of the Matrix.
"HOLY FUCK!" she cried sitting up suddenly, her heart was racing and her mouth opened in a soundless exclamation. She shook her head for a second, the shock turning into humor and she fell back on the bed, burying her face in her pillow and laughing until her sides ached.
After gaining control over her emotions, Mazon, still smiling full force, stood and walked quickly to Keyes room, she nearly walked right in, but withheld the urge having learned her lesson concerning doors and seeing what was behind them and knocking instead. From inside there was a heavy sigh and moan. "What?"
"Keyes are you decent?" another moan, and a pause.
"Yeah, sure." Mazon threw open the door and stalked inside, shutting it behind her and pacing back and forth, mouth working, but no sound spilling forth. She made a few gestures, but when Keyes showed no signs of understanding, Mazon stopped, took a huge breath and sat down. "Keyes…" she was smiling again and bit her fist to try to stop.
"What is it Mazon? I was having the best rest since… oh gods know when." She was sitting on her bed, leaning back against the wall, knees up lazily around her. Mazon grinned at her friend.
"One…" she took another second to gain a bit more composure. "One wasn’t." and she was laughing again. Keyes stared at her friend in confusion. Mazon shook her head, twisting her fingers together. "I was dreaming, and in my dream, I was in the Matrix. But it wasn't a dream. I really was in the Matrix, but only mentally. You know? I was like, this ghosty person." Keyes nodded, looking around uncertainly.
"Are we in the Matrix now Maz?" Mazon shook her head, not even bothering to argue.
"Shut up. So I was Ghosty-Mazon okay?" Keyes nodded again. "Okay, and I was at the Twins' apartment. And I wanted to get a look at them, and Two was sleeping, brow slightly creased, well done Keyes" her expression hadn't changed. "so then I went to see One. You know? Angular face and tiny smile right? right. so, I go in his room." She was grinning again, but quickly maintained a level voice. "and he wasn't there. But I hear breathing. And Keyes… you know your underwear." Now Keyes looked worried. Her mouth was slightly open and she was staring at Mazon as if her friend had suddenly gone mental. Mazon chuckled a little and took a deep breath. "Keyes, One and your underwear…. They….. oh shit he was jacking off!" Keyes took a huge breath in and held it, eyes wide and unblinking. Mazon was giggling, and looked up to notice she could see the whites all the way around Keyes eyes. Mazon couldn't hold it back any long and covered her head under Keyes' blanket laughing. Keyes blinked down at Mazon's form for a second when a huge smile spread across her face with a blush to match. She hid said blush in her pillow and bust up laughing. They sat there for a long time, laughter ringing down the halls, echoing throughout the sleeping quarters, even reaching the ears of Trinity and Linc upstairs, who looked at each other and shrugged. This lasted for a good fifteen minutes before Mazon got herself under control, followed shortly by Keyes, who still held signs of blushing, earning her a silly look from her friend.
"Are you really sure?" she asked guiltily Mazon nodded almost sympathetically
"Yeah… I may not be really experienced with the way jacking off works for guys, but the signs were there, heavy breathing, both hands occupied…" Keyes' eyes widened a little and she looked away.
"This is waaay to weird. I mean…" she buried her face in her hands and took a couple of breaths. "This is just… way to weird. There's no other way to put it."
"What about flattering?" Keyes shot a look at Mazon, barely able to keep from laughing again.
"Oh… oh! Oh! What am I gonna do when we go back in? I mean we can't just… avoid this… can we? What if he tries to give them back!?"
"Well I sure as hell wouldn't accept them!"
"But he'll wanna know why I won't except them!" Keyes seemed close to hyperventilating, so Mazon moved to sit next to her.
"Keyes, Keyes calm down. If he wants to know why…. Tell him that he puts them to better use then you ever could." Keyes looked at her friend who was nodding with a completely straight face.
"That won't work! I'd screw it up! I'll end up… thanking him or something!" Mazon grinned and straightened.
"Okay, pretend I'm One." She looked around and picked up a piece of cloth, holding it out to Keyes, then put on an overly masculine voice. "Here… these are yours." Keyes looked from Mazon to the cloth scrap.
"Oh, um, I can't… accept these back."
"What? Why not?" Keyes opened her mouth and looked at Mazon for help who nodded, she took a deep breath and squeaked out.
"Because you need them more then me?" Mazon chuckled, dropping the voice.
"He can use them better. You tell him he needs 'em and… I dunno, he'd probably be insulted or something. Okay? Try again." She cleared her throat and held the cloth back out.
"Please, keep them."
"What would we do with them?" Keyes looked like she was about to answer and started laughing instead, Mazon watched her friend laugh with embarrassment for a minute and then dropped the cloth.
"You’re hopeless. I guess you'll just have to jump his bones." Keyes snorted.
"Oh please, I can hardly give him my underwear, can you imagine if we got in bed together?"
"I'm trying not to."
"It'd be way too weird." Mazon looked up.
"Why's that?" Keyes sighed and leaned back.
"Because he's so much prettier then me?" Mazon shook her head.
"Really though, why would it be weird?" Keyes wrinkled her nose.
"Everything would probably go wrong. Like, um… we wouldn't be able to decide who would lead or, I'd screw it up somehow, he'd reject me, there could be something terribly wrong with my R.S.I. that I just never noticed. I'd take of my clothes and he'd just start laughing, Two would know what was going on. They almost always know what the other one's doing. One wou-"
"Keyes!" she snapped her head up and looked over at Mazon who had a sympathetic grin on her face.
"What?"
"Keyes you're freaking out, you’re also the lamest 20-year old...ever."
"Yeah, duh."
"I mean, you don't just decide who 'leads' it just happens, you won't screw it up, because if he's able to wank it to you after living with you for four or five days then he definitely won't reject you. You were naked the whole time you were unconscious right? So he won't laugh. And who cares if Two knows what's going on? I figure, as long as he isn't shouting encouragement it doesn't matter. Besides, should the occasion… arise, I'll drag him to the movies or something. Okay? That answer all your questions?" Keyes thought for a moment
"All but one."
"Okay, shoot."
"Can we practice what I'll say if he tries to give my underwear back again?"

Two lay on his bed, he was frusterated, as per usual. He was supposed to be the more expressive of their duo, but the fact of the matter was that One hogged all the emotions for himself. It wasn’t fair, for lack of a better phrase. One was always assuming things. He assumed Two was as uninterested as One had first been in Keyes and now he assumed that he was the only one who felt anything for the anomoly. Truth be told, Two had felt his first flutter of interest the moment he’d walked into the restaurant and seen her impatiently waiting with her little friend. He respected her ability to both survive an exploding SUV and put up with One’s bullshit while she healed. There was no particular reason she’d been put in One’s room over his own. One had just assumed Two felt no interest in the girl, just as One assumed now that Two wasn’t as aware that Keyes had been wondering commando around the Matrix all yesterday. He resented the way it was just assumed he was this gateway for the things One felt. He had his own emotions and opinions, even if they happened to be exactly the same as One’s. They were like that. They shared their feelings because they both agreed on their taste in women and usually anything else. Sighing in frustration, Two realized he also resented that One was the one having fun with Keyes’ unmentionables right now. He sighed again and threw his arm over his face, lapsing into his own sordid fantasies.

One had taken a steamy shower and was lying in his bed, Keyes' underwear in one of his dresser drawers. He folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, sharing a mind-link with Two.
~This is so embarrassing!~
~What part? Finding Keyes' unmentionables or putting them to good use?~
~Not helping.~
~What are we so worried about? ~
~Well do we give them back? We know we should, but what do we say? 'Here, thanks, they were really useful'?~
~We give them back as stoic as ever and don't say a word. ~
~What if she says something? Like 'What were you doing with them' or 'They're different somehow'?~
~Feign innocence. ~
~Great, we really are terrific at advice. ~
~What? Can we think of anything better? ~
~ Short of sweeping her up in our arms? … No. But feign innocence? ~
~We could always tell her the truth. Keyes seems the type of girl who can take all the gory details~
~… Woman. Keyes is that type of woman. ~
~We are hopeless, completely hopeless. ~ Two probably would've continued past this point, but One blocked him out, rolled over and concentrated on sleeping.

Thar she be for now. Review.