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"Entanglement"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, language, sex Pairings: 2x3, 1x2x3, past 1x4, past 1x5 Summary: It was supposed to be one night, a threesome with a complete stranger to celebrate their anniversary, but things got complicated. Sequel to: King of Hearts, Defeated and Brand New Day A/N: I wrote Defeated as a one shot, but then
I wrote King of Hearts (actually a prequel to Defeated) for the 2014
Smut Off with Miss-Murdered and I've just fallen in love with these
characters so I wrote Brand New Day. Entanglement is a multi-chapter
fic of the events taking place after Brand New Day. You definitely
need to read those three one shots before reading this. "Entanglement" Chapter Ten "Now this - this is why I wanted the two of you working together on this case," Thomas Darlian chuckled and proudly held up a copy of the New York Times. On the front page, just below the fold, was a photo of Duo and Heero standing on the steps in front of the New York City courthouse bearing the headline "Lawyers fight for the rights of juvenile criminals." It wasn't exactly a glowing headline, but it was a headline that posed Duo and Heero as the good guys, and, more importantly, didn't even mention Zechs Merquise by name. It was no wonder Darlian was so happy, and it certainly explained why Gina had frantically called Heero an hour ago to tell him to get his ass in the office right away because Darlian wanted to see him. Of course, an hour ago, Heero had still been in bed, wedged between Duo and Trowa. They had all missed their morning workouts when Trowa refused to let Duo get up and go on his morning run, and as a result they had found other ways to work up a sweat. It wasn't the first time this had happened over the last six weeks, and as much as Heero actually enjoyed working out with Trowa at the gym, he would gladly deviate from his routine if it meant more mornings like this one. Duo, standing beside him in Darlian's office and somehow managing to look like he had put hours into his appearance instead of the fifteen minutes after Allison had called him and he had rushed the both of them out of the bed and the apartment, smirked at him as Darlian continued to praise them. "Wrap this trial up by Christmas and we can start off the new year with even bigger cases for you two to take on." That took Heero slightly aback. While he wasn't opposed to working with Duo again - hell, he would love the chance to - he didn't want his entire focus at MLG to be second chair on Duo's cases. Duo's smirk lost some of its intensity. "Thomas, I think Heero and I -" "Duo. This isn't about Trowa, so don't -" Duo scowled. "I know, what - why would it be about him?" Darlian arched an eyebrow. "I know you want to work with him on cases, but his clients don't really need multiple attorneys - these professional athletes he brings in like his personal touch. I'm not sure -" "No, I know, Thomas, and that's not what this is about. I just think that Heero and I - we're a great team - but we have our own clients to think of and -" "So you're saying you wouldn't want to work together on a human rights violation case?" Darlian asked, bringing Duo up short. Duo looked over at Heero. Heero had gotten to know Duo very, very intimately over the past eight months of working at MLG, but he had already known Duo by reputation before that, and he had definitely already known that Duo Maxwell liked to save people. Duo arched an eyebrow, silently asking Heero to chime in. Heero knew Duo was driven, knew he wanted to run this firm some day - but then, so did Heero. And he wasn't sure that co-chairing cases with Duo was the best way to move his way up the ladder. Still, he didn't think he could pass up the chance to work with Duo again, not on something that big, or that important to him. He sighed. "I would certainly be willing to work with Duo again on a case that helped build MLG's reputation," Heero said carefully, " but I agree with what Duo started to say previously - we have our own clients to focus on as well and I think this firm will benefit more from the two of us acting independently than as just a team." Darlian looked between them, a speculative look in his eyes, and he smirked slightly and ran a hand over his jaw. "Yes... I see. Treize and I were actually having a very similar conversation about the two of you just yesterday..." Darlian shook his head and chuckled. "Great minds think alike, I suppose?" Heero had absolutely no idea what Darlian was hinting at, but the mention of Treize made his blood run cold. Duo unobtrusively stepped closer to Heero, nudging his shoulder slightly, a concerned look on his face. "Exactly," Duo said to Darlian, "so... we're going to get back to those other clients for now, and keep you updated on the YSI trial." He clapped a hand on Heero's shoulder, squeezing slightly. "Right, Heero, buddy?" Heero nodded in agreement. "Excellent!" Darlian said and sat down at his desk, spreading the paper out and chuckling gleefully. "I'm going to give Tsubarov a call and make sure he's seen the paper." Duo and Heero took that as their cue to leave, Duo's hand still on Heero's shoulder, and they were halfway to Duo's office before either of them spoke. "What the hell was that about?" Duo asked. "I have no clue," Heero responded, and he hated that neither of them knew what Treize Khushrenada was planning. "Fuck. I'll get Allison on it. It's probably nothing," Duo added, and then winced when Heero glared at him. "You suck at lying," Heero informed him. Duo smirked. "Not the only think I suck," he said and winked. Heero shook his head. Duo really was irresistible. Duo finally let go of his shoulder. "I've got to get back to work - more of these damned divorce cases. Oh - don't forget, we need to finalize plans for Trowa's birthday next week." Heero nodded and watched him go, passing by Trowa's office and waving casually at him before throwing himself behind his own desk and glaring at the files stacked on it. While Heero didn't have anything as loathsome as divorce cases waiting for him on his own desk, he was working on a hostile corporate takeover plan that he wasn't exactly eager to get back to, so he stopped by Trowa's office. "What was the emergency?" Trowa asked when he looked up and saw Heero leaning against his open door. "Darlian wanted to congratulate us on making the front page of the Times," Heero said and sat down in the seat across from Trowa's desk. Trowa arched an eyebrow. "He's going to spend the rest of the day making Tsubarov eat shit for stealing you away from him." Heero nodded. "He's already on the phone with him." Trowa smirked. "Of course he is. Thomas loves to gloat - and putting you and Duo together was a brilliant plan." Heero frowned, thinking back on the end of their conversation. "That's what he said too, until Duo and I told him we wanted to work independently - and then Darlian said that Treize had mentioned the same thing." Trowa's eyes narrowed. "Mentioned it in what context?" Heero shrugged. "I have no idea, neither does Duo." "Hm." Trowa set down the file he had been holding and leaned back in his chair, a look of concentration on his face. "I wonder if..." he trailed off and looked at his computer screen with a frown. "Wonder if...?" Heero prompted him. Trowa shook his head. "Nothing. Just something - it's nothing," Trowa repeated again and looked away from the computer and back at Heero. He arched an eyebrow. "Are you hiding in my office because you don't want to go back to your hostile corporate takeover case?" "Yes," Heero growled and Trowa chuckled, the deep sound sending a jolt of lust through Heero's body. "If Duo has to suffer through divorce cases, then you have to deal with hostile corporate takeovers." "And what do you have to suffer through?" Heero groused, but got to his feet, knowing Trowa was right. "I have to suffer through the two of you whining about your divorce and hostile corporate takeover cases." Heero glared at him. "Tell you what. You and Duo toil away on the most evil things ever and tonight I'll let the two of you do whatever you want to me." Heero had to arch an eyebrow at that offer. He knew that he had been harboring some fantasies about things he would like to do to Trowa's body - he wondered just what he and Duo could come up with if they put their heads together. More often than not, Trowa took the lead in sex, telling Duo and Heero what to do and how to do it, and it was sexy as hell and worked - it seemed - for both Duo and Heero. But Heero would definitely like the chance to turn the tables on Trowa. "Now that I've given you something to look forward to," Trowa said with a smirk, "maybe you can find a way to take over this company and completely crush the hopes and dreams of the man who made it from scratch and has invested his entire life savings in it?" "You're evil," Heero told him, but he took the offer and left Trowa's office and returned to his own. He had just sat down behind his desk and opened the file he had been avoiding when Gina stepped into his office. "Wufei Chang is the phone - he said something about me being a complete moron and you clearing your entire schedule to talk to him?" Gina looked less than thrilled, and Heero could perfectly picture Wufei saying exactly that. "Put him through," Heero said, unable to kill the smile on his face at the thought of hearing Wufei's voice again. Gina arched an eyebrow in displeasure. "You aren't a complete moron and I will tell him that," Heero hastened to add. Gina sighed, shook her head, and stalked from the office. He waited for her to signal him and then picked up the phone on his desk. "Hello? This is Heero Yuy and I'm far too important to take a phone call from a mere literary academic who -" "Oh shut up, you insufferable prick." Heero chuckled and heard Wufei do the same. "How is Germany?" "Still in Europe, I imagine." "You aren't still there?" "No, I took a position with Columbia a few months ago. I'm in New York City... and apparently so are you." "I had no idea." "Neither did I until I saw your face on the cover of the New York Times this morning." "Yes, about that me being too important to -" "Can it, Yuy. I haven't seen you nominated for any Pulitzers lately." "You should have won," Heero said. "Obviously. But a book about treehouses is somehow more important than an exploration in - it doesn't matter. I've moved on," Wufei cut himself off. "It's good to hear your voice," he said, sincerely. "Yours as well," Wufei replied. "How would you like the chance to see my face again too?" "When?" "Tonight? Dinner?" "Only if it's not some pretentious French restaurant," Heero said. He could practically hear Wufei roll his eyes. "I'm not going to some hole in the wall sushi restaurant, either," Wufei negotiated. "Mexican?" "Brazilian?" "Cuban?" "Done. Cuba, on Thompson Street," Wufei said. "Seven?" "I'll see you then." As Heero hung up he couldn't help but smirk. He hadn't thought Wufei would ever be in the same city as him again - and the chance to go out to dinner with him, to catch up, to bait him into snarky comments - it made Heero's day even better. He was still smirking and in a good mood when Duo dropped by his office that afternoon, looking rumpled and frustrated after having battled with the divorce cases all day. "You're too damned happy to still be working on your corporate takeover case," Duo said. "Even with Trowa's promise to let us have our wicked way with him tonight - what the hell has you in such a good mood?" "An old friend called." Duo arched an eyebrow and then smirked. "Did he see your photo in the paper and wants to show you off now?" "No. Wufei isn't like that. Probably he saw my photo in the paper and just wants to give me shit about it because it hasn't happened before." Duo nodded. "Sounds like my kind of guy." Heero glared at him and Duo chuckled. "Anyway, I'm taking off in a bit and thought I'd stop by to make sure we're on the same page about torturing Trowa tonight. I figure we'll have dinner and then attack or should we just skip dinner and turn him into a sushi table or something for us?" "I'm actually meeting Wufei for dinner," Heero said, reluctant to say no to either of those plans because they both sounded good. "Oh - no worries. So, raincheck on tonight I guess?" Duo's usually mobile face was curiously blank. "No, I'm still coming over - if I can?" Duo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, of course you can. You don't have to ask like that. In fact," Duo fished in his pocket and pulled out a key, "just - you know. You're there a few nights a week already, there's no need for you to - I mean, if you don't want the key then -" Heero took the key from him. "Thank you," he said. Duo smirked and shrugged. "Anyway, don't be too late - unless you want me to go ahead and tie him up and have him ready and waiting for you when you get there?" He added with a wink before leaving Heero's office. Heero stared at the key Duo had given him. For the last six weeks Heero had spent three or four nights a week with Duo and Trowa at their apartment, and while most of those nights were filled with sex that kept them up too late or made them late for morning workouts and meetings, some of that time was spent doing completely mundane things like eating dinner, washing dishes together, watching sports games with Duo while Trowa read. Heero enjoyed any time he spent with the two men, but he always felt like a guest, and the knowledge that at any moment they could decide to end this relationship with him and go back to their regularly scheduled lives weighed heavily on him. Duo giving him a key... it wasn't an invitation to move in, it wasn't even an indication that they would ever get to that point, but it was something, and Heero had never expected even this much. -o- "So who are you seeing?" The question took Heero completely by surprise, but judging from the look on Wufei's face, he had been waiting to ask the question for most of the night. Dinner had been great, their conversation as snarky and loaded with innuendo as it had always been, and Heero had enjoyed sitting across from Wufei, looking at him smirk and laugh, and he had a stir of nostalgia and lust for the man who he had dated for two years in law school. "Why do you ask?" Dinner was over and they were walking together towards Central Park, enjoying the October night air. Wufei arched an eyebrow at him. "Because you keep checking the time on your watch and you haven't followed up on any of my hints to come back to my apartment." "I -" Wufei held up a hand. "I'm not offended, Heero. If we've moved past that phase in our relationship then fine. I'm available and certainly wouldn't mind having you in my bed and my life again, but if you aren't then I suppose I can settle for being your friend. You need someone to keep your head from getting too big, after all." Heero rolled his eyes but then found himself sighing. "I am... sort of seeing someone." He didn't think he could call it a relationship - it was a threesome, so there was nothing traditional about it, but more than that - Duo and Trowa were the ones in a relationship and Heero just happened to be orbiting around them. He touched the new key on the key ring in his pocket. Unless this meant he was part of them now? "Ah." Heero glared at him. He had always hated when Wufei did that - reply in a monosyllable that said far more than it should. "What?" He demanded. "Nothing. I assume it's someone you work with? Your boss? Or is he married?" "Why would you assume that?" Wufei gave him a patronizing look. "You jumped at the chance to have dinner with me - which either means that your schedule is completely open because you aren't seeing anyone - or that you are seeing someone that you don't need to check schedules with because you know that your plans won't matter to them." "Jesus, Wufei. I jumped at the chance to have dinner with you because I haven't seen you in six years. It wasn't -" "So I'm wrong?" Heero sighed and angrily ran a hand through his hair. Why was Wufei always like this? "No - and yes." "You can't just leave it at that, Heero." "I'm not dating my boss." "But he's married?" "Yes," Heero allowed. He wondered if he should just tell the entire truth - that he was seeing two men who were married to each other, but the look of disapproval on Wufei's face answered that for him. "You're worth more than that, Heero," Wufei snapped, anger in his voice. "It's not -" "It's not like that? What the hell is wrong with you? Not only are you disrespecting the vow someone made to honor their partner - but you - you are accepting an affair as all that you are worth? What happens when he goes back to his spouse? What happens when he -" "I don't know!" Heero interrupted him. "I don't know, Wufei! All I know is that being with th - with him isn't something I can walk away from." Wufei stared at him for a long, silent moment. "What happens when he walks away from you?" Heero swallowed hard. "I don't know," he admitted. He thought about it almost every day - he knew that eventually Trowa and Duo would go back to their lives, would get back on track with whatever plan Duo had for their future, and he had no idea what the hell he would do when that day arrived. "Heero -" Wufei's voice sounded apologetic. "Don't," he growled and stepped away. "You're right. It's my own fault and I don't want your pity - but I also don't need your judgment. Not on this." Wufei looked at him for a long, tense moment before nodding. "You're right. I haven't seen you in six years and - and whatever I want for you is immaterial except that I want you to be happy. I'll withhold my pity and my judgment." Wufei held out his hand, and Heero rolled his eyes but shook it. Wufei smirked. "Still, we both know you deserve better and we both know that better is me." Heero had to chuckle. Wufei had always been irritatingly cocky - so self-confident that he made Heero seem self-conscious. It was one of the things that Heero always found annoying about him, but it was also now - as it had always been - a turn on. Wufei used their joined hands to pull Heero closer. "Wufei," Heero warned. Wufei arched an eyebrow, amusement and challenge in his dark eyes. "If kissing me once is going to have that kind of impact on your relationship then maybe you -" Heero kissed him, silencing Wufei with the only method that had ever proven effective. Wufei tasted like the beer he had been drinking with dinner, like anger and challenge and it filled Heero with a rush of feelings. He missed this - the constant struggle of just making it through an hour with Wufei without wanting to kill him or fuck him. He missed the strength of his lean body, the smoothness of his lips, the heat of his mouth and the press of his tongue. Wufei pulled away first, a satisfied, slightly dazed look on his face. And Heero remembered that that was his favorite part of kissing Wufei - that look of faintly surprised contentment, as if he didn't think it was possible for anyone to satisfy or please him and Heero just had. Heero brushed a finger over Wufei's lips and the other man leaned into his touch. "I've missed you," he said, not for the first time that night. "Then come home with me," Wufei said and stepped back, out of Heero's reach. Heero hesitated. After that kiss - after this night - he wanted to. But Wufei wasn't the same as Duo and Trowa. As much as Heero wanted Wufei - he needed Duo and Trowa on a level that he couldn't begin to express. "No," he decided. Wufei sighed and shook his head. "When you realize you're making a mistake, call me, Heero." And with that, Wufei turned and walked away. Heero watched him melt into the pedestrian traffic and he was torn. Wufei was exciting and challenging - great in bed and amazing to have in his life, always ready to push him. But Duo and Trowa... they were intoxicating, individually and together, and the moments when Heero felt like he belonged with them, to them, were more perfect than anything he had ever experienced. -o- By the time he made it across town to Duo and Trowa's apartment it was almost eleven, and as he fit the key into the lock for the first time he debated just turning around and going home. It was late. He was tired. He had too much on his mind and - The door opened and Duo stood on the other side, wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a faded Princeton t-shirt. "Hey. I was starting to think you weren't going to make it," Duo greeted him, his blue eyes searching Heero's face. "It's late," Heero started to say. "Maybe I should just -" "Come in," Duo interrupted him, opening the door wider and taking Heero's briefcase from his hand. Heero followed him into the apartment and spotted Trowa, also in pajama bottoms but without a shirt, reclining on the couch, reading a book that he set down at Heero's entrance. "Hey," Trowa greeted him, his voice a little hesitant. "So I was thinking," Duo spoke up when Heero didn't respond. "Always dangerous," Trowa murmured, earning a mock glare from Duo. "Maybe we can take a rain check on having our way with Trowa." Heero looked over at him. "You don't mind?" "Why would I? He's not going anywhere. Plus, you kind of look like you've had a shitty night." "Kind of," Heero agreed. It hadn't been shitty, until the end, when he realized just how completely fucked he was. "I thought you were meeting your friend," Trowa spoke up. Heero sighed and approached the couch. He sat down beside Trowa, who shifted positions and gestured for Heero to lean against him. Heero settled against him, leaning his head against the crook of Trowa's arm and pressing against the warmth of his body. Duo sat down on Heero's other side, a slight frown on his face as he looked at Heero. "I did," Heero said. "And...?" Duo prompted. "And..." Heero sighed. He really did not know what to say about his dinner with Wufei to Duo and Trowa - he didn't want to tell them about the concerns Wufei had raised, concerns that Heero battled every day, and he sure as hell didn't want to tell them that he had kissed Wufei. Duo picked up Heero's right foot, slid off the shoe and sock, and started to massage the sole. "Well, if you're looking for a subject change to save you from having to tell us what happened," Duo said, "then I'm happy to gloat about the fact that I'm done with divorce cases until January." Heero arched an eyebrow. "Weren't you working on four?" "Yep. And they all reached settlements today." Behind Heero, Trowa chuckled. "Have you picked out your pro-bono cases yet?" "Saving that for tomorrow. I'm going to have my associate pick them out." "Your associate?" Heero asked. All partners were encouraged to use the associates on their cases, and while Duo did use associates every once in a while - more than Heero certainly - Heero hadn't noticed him using one often enough to call the associate his. "He means my associate," Trowa muttered. He moved one hand to Heero's head, threading his fingers through Heero's hair absently. The combined sensations - Duo massaging his feet and Trowa his head - lulled Heero into contentment. "Hey, Mark went to Yale. That makes him my associate." "Except he worships me, not you," Trowa pointed out. Duo scowled, but instead of answering he removed Heero's other shoe and sock and started to massage that foot. "Anyway," Duo said eventually, and Trowa leaned his head over to press a kiss against the back of Heero's neck. "Don't you dare tell him to let me think what I want," Duo warned when Trowa leaned towards Heero's ear. "I wasn't going to," Trowa said, laughter in his voice. "You were saying?" Heero prompted Duo when he continued to glare at Trowa. "I was saying that I'm going to have Mark start looking for cases tomorrow." "Be careful he doesn't just poach them for me," Trowa muttered. Duo shook his head in disgust. "How about your hostile corporate takeover?" Trowa asked Heero. "Figured out how to dismember that company yet?" "Yes," Heero sighed. "I sent over my proposal before I left the office." Duo's hands drifted past Heero's feet and up his ankles to his calves and continued his massage. "Which undoubtedly put you in a great mood to meet your friend," Duo suggested. Heero shook his head. "It's my job - things like that don't get to me." Duo arched an eyebrow. "Really? Every single one of these divorce cases gets to me." Heero believed that completely - it was one of the reasons the cases made Duo so miserable, and it was also a reason he was so good at resolving them. "This isn't a divorce - well, it's not between real people." "I think the founder of the company would beg to differ," Trowa pointed out. "Yes," Heero allowed. "But I can't think of him - he's not my client." Duo nodded and tugged on Heero's legs until he lifted them onto Duo's lap. Duo continued to massage his calves, but moved his hands to the outside of Heero's pants and started to work his way up to Heero's thighs. "Sure," Duo agreed. "Still sucks to end a man's dreams." Heero glared at him, but Duo just shrugged. "I'm only saying - it sucks. Every time you destroy something that people took the time to make." "Yeah," Heero finally agreed, because Duo was right. As much as Heero didn't want to let these kinds of cases affect him, he did sympathize with the founder of the company he had been hired to strip for parts and sell off to the highest bidder. Duo's hands were kneading the flesh of Heero's thighs and it was impossible for Heero not to think about how close those hands were to his cock. From the tilt of Duo's lips, he was clearly thinking the same thing. Apparently so was Trowa. His hand drifted from Heero's hair down to his shirt and started to unbutton it. "I thought we were taking a raincheck tonight?" Heero asked. "We're taking a raincheck on the Trowa thing. Never said I wasn't going to have my way with you," Duo said with a wicked smirk. "Unless you aren't up to it?" He asked, his expression turning serious. Trowa's hand, halfway through unbuttoning Heero's shirt, stilled. "No, I'm up for it," Heero assured them. "Good," Duo said, smirk back in full force, "because I've been hoping for a late night snack before I go to bed." He ran his hands up to the waist of Heero's pants, running his hands over Heero's growing erection, and started to unfasten his belt. Trowa finished unbuttoning Heero's shirt and spread it open before running his hand over Heero's skin, nails just scratching in the way that always made Heero's breath catch. Duo pulled down the zipper of Heero's pants and then used both hands to pull them down his hips, taking Heero's boxer briefs with them. Trowa pinched Heero's right nipple and Heero gasped at the sensation, pushing back against him and arching his hips in the process. Duo moved out from under Heero's legs and crawled over him, still smirking, and took hold of Heero's erection. Duo leaned towards Heero, and Heero met him halfway, their lips fusing together and Heero knew that this was what he wanted - what he needed. Duo's tongue traced over his lips, hot and teasing, and Heero opened his mouth to him, ready to drink him in and be overwhelmed, as he always was when Duo kissed him. Trowa shifted, turning on the couch so that he could pull away Heero's shirt entirely and then he started to lick and kiss Heero's right ear, neck and shoulders while his hands still teased Heero's nipples. Duo pulled away from the kiss and his eyes were dark with arousal. "Now, about that snack," he said and replaced his hand with his mouth, licking the head of Heero's cock. Heero moaned at the hot, wet carress. Trowa pulled him back so that Heero was nearly on his lap and kissed him, his tongue tracing the same path as Duo's across his lips and into his mouth. Heero buried his hands in Trowa's hair, pulling his head closer and let his tongue tangle with Trowa's in the now familiar dance. Duo licked down the length of Heero's cock and then took him into his mouth, tongue and lips running the entire length of Heero's cock until he could feel himself nudging the back of Duo's throat. Duo hummed in enjoyment when Trowa reached down to tangle his hand in Duo's hair. Duo set a slow pace, seeming to savor each moment when he pulled back and then bobbed back down along Heero's length, sucking him just like he was a treat he wanted to make last. When Heero did come, Trowa swallowed his cry of release while Duo swallowed the rest of him before releasing him with a satisfied smirk. "Maybe next time you won't hesitate before using your key?" Duo suggested. ~ * ~ |
