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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 Seventeen "Well, what do you normally swim?" Heero was glad that Trowa answered the question, because it was hard to think about anything when presented with the sight of Duo wearing his red and black jammers. He had long ago lost count of the number of times he had seen Duo half-naked or naked, but something about seeing him standing on the edge of the pool, his hair shoved into a swim cap, goggles loose around his neck, and those damned red and black jammers riding low on his hips... Heero didn't think he had ever seen Duo look sexier. "We normally do a 6000 yard freestyle ladder." "Okay... what does that mean exactly?" Trowa hesitated for a moment. "We should probably try something else anyway. It's a lot for -" "Whoa. Hang on." Duo held up his hands and a frown tugged the corners of his mouth downwards. "You were not just about to say that I can't handle your swim routine." Trowa sighed and looked over towards Heero for backup. "You really don't think I can handle it," Duo said before Heero could think of anything. "You both think I'm that out of shape." "You're a runner, Duo," Trowa tried again. "You're not out of shape - hell, I don't think either of us could ever hope to keep up with you in a marathon! But you don't do much weight training and -" "No. We're doing your damned swim routine. I'm not going to show up here and force you guys to change your thing just because of me." So that was really the problem, Heero and Trowa realized at the same time. It wasn't that Duo was insulted by the idea that he wasn't in the same shape as them - he didn't want to feel like he was forcing them to change. "You changed your routine for us," Heero pointed out, "you came here today instead of running." Duo arched an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, you didn't buy me these things so I could stand on the side of the pool and cheer you two on. So just walk me through the routine and let's do it already." Trowa heaved a long suffering sigh, which earned him another glare from Duo, but proceeded to explain how their ladder worked. Duo nodded along in agreement and then stepped up to the lane on Heero's other side, putting Heero in the middle. As they dove in together, Heero watched Duo's form out of the corner of his eye. It was clear he had had enough experience swimming at some point to have excellent form - Heero wondered if it had been associated with his past competitive sailing? - but he soon focused on his own lane and his own form. By the end of the ladder, Duo had fallen behind Heero and Trowa's pace, so that both men were already finished and waiting on the opposite end of the pool when Duo started his last turn, but Heero was impressed that Duo had been able to stick with them. "Stubborn asshole," Trowa muttered as they watched Duo swim towards them. "He'd swim the whole ladder with a pulled muscle just to prove his point." Heero felt his lips twitch. "As if you're any different." Trowa's lips formed around a denial but then he shrugged. "You're right - and you aren't any different either." Heero shrugged. "Never said I was." They shared a grin and then Duo surfaced on Heero's other side. He was breathing heavily, but he hauled himself out of the water and offered them both a triumphant smirk. Heero shook his head and pulled himself out as Trowa did the same. "When you wake up in the morning and can't move because you've pulled something in your back, don't whine about it to me," Trowa said to him as they settled into the hot tub. Duo rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that support, Tro. I always knew you took our marriage vows seriously." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "I seemed to have missed the part where I agreed to overlook all of your idiotic life choices." Duo opened his mouth to argue, but Heero, after looking around to ensure they were alone, kissed him. Duo was startled for a moment, but then he leaned into Heero and kissed him back, tangling their tongues together and then pulling away with a gentle nip to Heero's lower lip. "At least Heero appreciates me," Duo grumbled. "We both appreciate you," Heero assured him, "but both of us are going to say I told you so tomorrow morning when you tell us this was a mistake." Duo gave him a wounded look and Trowa chuckled. "Come on, we need to shower and get out of here or we'll be late to work." "A shower, you say?" Duo winked. "Now I get why you two are always smirking when you get in to work. How much shower sex do you two have?" "None," Trowa managed to say with a straight face. Heero sighed and nodded, forcing himself to look depressed. "The showers just aren't big enough for -" Duo opened an unlocked shower stall door and looked inside. "Aren't big enough for what? An orgy?" Duo gestured. "Because they're sure as hell big enough for three people." Trowa looked at Heero. "I guess the whining is going to start now," he said. Heero nodded. "Oh, fuck you both," Duo growled and started to leave the shower, but Trowa stopped him and walked him deeper into the stall while Heero closed it behind them. "Fuck you both?" Trowa purred against Duo's neck. "Now that doesn't sound too bad. What do you think, Heero? Do we want Duo to fuck us both?" "Sounds good to me," Heero said. He ran his hands over Duo's chest and down to the waistband of the jammers. "But it might put too much of a strain on his back," Heero added. Trowa chuckled. "I hate you both," Duo muttered, but he pulled Heero close and kissed him again. Trowa turned on the water, momentarily startling Duo before the temperature adjusted, and then joined them under the spray. Trowa ran his hands over Heero's torso and kissed and bit across his back and shoulders. Duo, meanwhile, started to peel Heero's jammers off. Heero stepped out of them and then groaned into Duo's mouth when the other man's hands closed around his cock and started to stroke him. "What do you do about lube?" Duo asked, breaking free of their kiss. "We started bringing our own," Heero told him and gestured to the shower caddy Trowa had put down in the corner. In addition to soap, shampoo and conditioner, they had started to bring water based lube as well once they returned from Paris. "Swiss Navy?" Duo asked with a grin as he picked up the small clear bottle. "Don't ask me. Trowa picked it out," Heero told him. "And I haven't heard anyone complaining about it before now," Trowa added while he squeezed Heero's ass. "Who are we to judge the Swiss Navy, after all. I think we should simply appreciate this legacy they have -" His words were lost in Heero's mouth and Trowa smirked as he kissed Heero back. Duo turned him, so that Heero and Trowa's fronts were pressed together, and Heero felt the slick nudge of Duo's lubed fingers at his entrance. Heero pulled Trowa's jammers off and Trowa thrust against him, their naked erections straining against each other. Heero groaned into his mouth and then moaned when Duo slipped one finger inside of him. "I've got no idea how you two manage to come into work walking straight if you fuck each other every morning," he muttered, his voice warm against the back of Heero's neck. "We don't fuck every morning," Trowa pointed out with a smirk. "Mostly just blow jobs and hand jobs," Heero added and then moaned again when Duo's finger nudged against his prostate. "Well, I'm happy to have you change this part of your morning routine for me," Duo remarked as he added a second finger. "Our pleasure," Trowa assured him. He reached down to stroke Heero's cock and Heero returned the favor. By the time Duo finally entered him, Heero could already feel his orgasm building. There was something incredibly erotic about having sex in a public place with Duo and Trowa, and he focused solely on the sensations of Duo and Trowa's bodies, the sounds of their ragged breathing and the hammering of their hearts. It was easy to do, and so much better than thinking about what - and who - awaited them at the MLG offices. -o- As they got out of the elevator for their floor at MLG, Duo sighed and adopted a forced smile. It was the same expression Heero had seen on him every day since Treize's promotion and return two weeks ago, and he hated it. Judging by the way Trowa's eyes narrowed, he didn't care for it too much either. "How much sick leave do we have stored up?" Duo asked out of the corner of his mouth as they walked towards their offices. "I'm thinking a month in Tahiti is in order." Trowa snorted. "I'm thinking a year sounds more appropriate." While one part of Heero was grateful that he had two partners who hated their circumstance just as much as he did, a larger part of him was furious about the fact that all three of them were miserable. He had hated Treize before, but now... They reached Duo and Trowa's offices. "What is that stack on my desk?" Duo asked Allison. Heero looked through Duo's open office door and saw a stack of at least twelve brown folders. Allison got up from her desk and stood in front of him. "Duo, let me take your things. I think Alex was looking for you earlier. Why not go and chat with him before we -" "Are those divorce cases?" Duo walked past Allison, who closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "Are you kidding me?" Duo started to flip through the files. "You should probably go," Allison advised them. Trowa frowned and looked ready to walk past Allison and join Duo when his own secretary, Sarah, cleared her throat. Trowa regarded her warily. "You have a few rather urgent matters to deal with." Trowa's frown turned into a scowl. "Urgent matters?" "Contract negotiations with several baseball players." "We settled all of those in December." "These are new clients. Treize had them assigned to you this morning." Trowa nodded. "Right." He looked over at Heero. "Good luck with whatever he's arranged for you." Trowa stepped into his office, Sarah at his heels, and Heero was left alone. He drew in a deep breath and made the rest of the walk to his own office. Gina looked up at him, a worried expression and Heero had to stomp down the urge to turn and walk out of the building. "What?" He demanded. "Treize is waiting for you inside. I'm sorry. He -" Heero held up a hand to forestall her excuse. "It's fine." He stepped into his office and thought about ignoring the blonde man seated in his chair behind his desk. He just didn't see how he could. "Ah. Heero. You've finally arrived." "Yes. Ten minutes early. Had I realized we had a meeting scheduled I would have come in even earlier." Treize's lips compressed in a thin smile. "You are so very diligent," Treize complimented him. "But I've noticed that Human Resources has not been quite as diligent." Heero arched an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" Treize tapped a folder on Heero's desk. "Your personnel file. It seems that you have not once been given a drug test since accepting employment with MLG." Heero clenched his jaw and forced himself to set down his brief case and gym bag. It only made sense that Treize would go for this angle of attack. It was, as far as Treize knew, his only weak point. Well, that and prostitution... "The tests are random," Heero reminded him. "Indeed. And it just so happens that... randomly... you will be tested today. Right now." Heero wanted to argue with him on principle, but he suspected Treize wanted the same thing. So he shrugged. "Fine. Is there a clinic you want me to go to?" Treize snorted. "A clinic? No, of course not. Come with me to HR. We can do this entire process on site." It was humiliating. Walking down the hall with Treize, past Duo and Trowa's offices, riding the elevator down to HR and accepting the damn pee cup from the pimply kid who almost dropped it. Treize standing outside of the bathroom while he pissed into the cup and Heero had to fight down the urge to shove it into Treize's hands and instead left it on the counter. "Let's have a chat in my office," Treize suggested as they rode the elevator back up. Heero followed him wordlessly, obediently, he supposed, except there wasn't much obedience in hoping Treize fell off a subway platform. He sat on the plush leather couch across from Treize and glared. Treize's lips tipped upwards in a self-satisfied smirk. "We take professionalism very seriously at MLG. There will be regular drug testing and any violations will result in immediate termination of employment." Heero wondered where Treize was going with this threat - wondered how he was going to use it to try to blackmail him or coerce him. He remained silent. "Even the hint of impropriety or abuse would be damaging to the atmosphere we are creating at MLG. I will not hesitate to fully prosecute anyone who tries to smear that name. My name." Treize regarded Heero steadily and it suddenly hit him. Treize was afraid of Heero blackmailing him. Treize was warning Heero not to mention Amsterdam, not to threaten him with details of their mutual past. Treize didn't want to manipulate Heero - he wanted him gone because he threatened his plans for the future. Heero felt like laughing. He had spent all of this time terrified of Treize - terrified of what he would force him to do - and all of this time, Treize had merely been plotting to get rid of him. "I understand," he pulled himself together enough to say. Treize gave him a sharp look. "I will see MLG become the best law firm in this city, and I will not allow corrupt influences to drag it, or any of my employees, down." Heero arched an eyebrow at that more explicit threat. Did Treize know about his relationship with Trowa and Duo? It didn't seem possible, but maybe... "I'm sure Thomas had his reasons for allowing you and Duo Maxwell to work together on those ridiculous human rights cases, but this firm is designing to make money for our partners. You will not work with Duo again. He will focus on divorce litigation - and you will focus on corporate takeovers. Am I being clear?" "Yes." "Good. Then prove to me that Thomas didn't make a fool of himself by hiring you." As Heero left the office he had another realization. Treize was a scumbag of a human who had used his position of authority to abuse Trowa - but he wasn't an evil mastermind intent on ruining all of their lives. He truly just wanted to make MLG the top law firm and make himself buckets of money. He didn't want to torture Heero, he just wanted to get rid of him. He was forcing Duo to focus on divorce cases because that's what made money - he had no doubt foisted off a huge list of athletes onto Trowa because that too made money. He was an asshole, and he deserved to be disbarred and put in prison for what he had done to Trowa, but he wasn't scheming to destroy all three of them. Heero found himself smirking as he walked past Duo and Trowa's offices. He stopped, intent on sharing this discovery, but Duo's office was empty. "How are things going?" He asked Trowa, leaning against the open doorway, unable to keep his smirk in check. Trowa didn't bother looking up from his work. "Just perfect. Duo's off at Starbucks nursing his homicidal rage with a latte and I'm stuck here trying to figure out just how many plane tickets I need to book for this month." "What?" Trowa looked up at him. "Spring training starts soon and Treize generously gifted me with twelve A-list players who want their contracts re-negotiated. And they are all at home, enjoying time with their families. So for the next six weeks I'm going to be flying all over the country trying to work these things out." So Treize was trying to disrupt Duo and Trowa's lives - not just make money, but force them to spend unnecessary time apart. He didn't, couldn't know, that it also affected Heero. "Show me how to use the copy machine." Trowa frowned at the sudden change in subject. "Gina can do it for you." "No. I want you to show me." Duo had mentioned once that the copy room was the safest place for office sex - had regaled Heero with anecdotes of he and Trowa fucking on almost every surface in the windowless room. Trowa sighed and rose from behind his desk and walked with Heero to the copy room. "It's easy. All you -" Heero turned on him, backing Trowa up against the closed door and locking it. "I know how to use the copy machine, Trowa." Trowa's eyes narrowed. "Duo's been telling you about those times we fucked in here, hasn't he?" Heero shrugged. "He seems to enjoy talking dirty to me when we shower together." "I can imagine." Trowa ran one hand down the side of Heero's face. "You two will have plenty of time to shower together while I'm gone." Heero caught his hand and kissed it. "We will," he agreed. "And plenty of time to fuck on the couch, the bed, the dining room table... anywhere you want to watch us." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "You're going to skype me while you fuck my husband?" Not too long ago the question would have made Heero hesitate, would have reminded him that he was an outsider in this. But now, the emphasis Trowa put on the word made it very dirty and made Heero very hard. "Hn," Heero agreed. He leaned forward and kissed Trowa, running his tongue over his lips and then teasing the space between until Trowa opened for him. "You can watch, and you can tell us exactly what you want to see," Heero told him, moving his mouth across Trowa's jaw and to his ear. He nipped at the sensitive lobe and Trowa shuddered. "What do you want to see, Trowa? Do you want to see me make Duo beg to be fucked? Do you want to see him suck my cock and finger me while I look at you? Do you -" Trowa kissed him again, groaning into his mouth and turning them so that it was Heero pinned against the door. The kiss was fierce - Trowa poured his frustration and his lust into it and Heero responded in kind. He could stand here and talk dirty to Trowa, could tease him with voyeuristic pornography, but it didn't change the fact that Treize was trying to break them. Trowa's hands worked to unfasten Heero's belt and the fly of his trousers. He reached inside and palmed Heero's erection. Heero bit at his lips and Trowa smirked and pulled away. "Keep telling me what I want to see," he whispered against Heero's mouth. "Tell me what I want you to do to Duo. What I want him to do to you." Trowa knelt down in front of Heero and tugged his boxers and his trousers down so that he could have free access to Heero's cock. He licked the head and Heero gasped. "I'm waiting," Trowa said. He smirked and looked up at Heero. "What?" Heero was having a hard time - "oh." He remembered. "Do you want me to tie him up? Tie his arms together on the bed and take my time - oh, God, Trowa," Heero clutched his hair as Trowa deepthroated him. Heero drew in a deep breath. "I'll make him beg - make him beg you to let me get him off. We'll tease him, Trowa, your voice and my mouth and by the time we let him come he's going to explode. He's - Trowa, oh, Trowa -" Heero slumped against the door as Trowa continued to suck on him, easing back after his orgasm. Trowa sat back on his heels and looked very content with himself. "That was not my initial plan when I brought you in here," Heero had to remark. Trowa snorted and got to his feet while Heero pulled up his boxers and his trousers. "Things rarely go as planned around here anymore," he muttered. Heero swallowed. "Trowa -" "No. Sorry." Trowa leaned in and kissed him. "Thank you for this." He sighed. "We should probably get out of here before someone actually needs to make copies." -o- It was just after lunch when Heero hit upon a solution. They didn't eat lunch together often - usually they were each buried in work and had a salad or sandwich at their desks - but ever since Treize's return Duo had insisted they take the time to leave the office and eat lunch together. So, after an hour of watching Duo glumly poke at his salad - Trowa had told him about his upcoming travel - Heero decided something needed to be done. Whether or not Treize's main intention was to ruin their lives, he was steadily succeeding. After Duo's third joke about quitting and living full time on Peacemillion, it was clear that both he and Trowa were just as hopeless as he felt. So, with trepidation, Heero picked up his phone and called the one person he desperately did not want to speak to. "Heero?" "Relena." "Did you... mean to call me?" He almost laughed. "Yes. I did." "Oh. Well, did you have something you needed to gloat about?" She was clearly grasping for any logical reason for this call. "No. I actually," Heero tried to think of how to phrase this. He needed Relena's help for this to work. He sighed and just gave in. "I need your help." -o- Heero set down his briefcase beside Trowa and Duo's and breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be home after that day from hell. Trowa and Duo looked just as relieved - their postures relaxing as soon as they stepped into their apartment. But both men still seemed angry, residual tension from their day clinging to them. The skin around Duo's eyes was tight, and it was clear from the way that he set down his briefcase that he was hurting. Heero and Trowa exchanged a look. "I'm going to start dinner," Trowa said. "Roast chicken still okay with everyone?" Duo nodded and started to sit down on the couch, but Heero caught his wrist. Duo gave him a questioning look. "Why don't I give you a back massage?" Heero suggested. Duo looked on the verge of saying no. "Please," Heero added. Duo sighed and followed him into the bedroom. "Thanks," he said as he started to take off his suit. "I'm happy to do it," Heero assured him. He went into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of massage oil he had noticed under the sink a few weeks ago and brought it back into the bedroom. Duo was already face down on the bed, naked except for his boxer briefs. "Go ahead and take these off too," Heero told him and tugged at the waistband. "You just want to get me naked," Duo muttered into the comforter but he complied with Heero's request. "Of course I just want to get you naked," Heero told him. "But I can also get your lower back better without those on." He took off his own suit jacket and tie before rolling up his sleeves and kneeling on the bed beside Duo. He warmed up the oil on his own hands before starting to knead the flesh of Duo's back, starting at his shoulders. Duo groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. "You know that Trowa and I wouldn't mind changing our routine for you," Heero had to say again when Duo hissed in pain. "Yeah, well, I'd mind." Heero sighed. "We want you there. And we don't want you to get hurt. This has nothing to do with what kind of shape you're in," he quickly added and used force to keep Duo from rolling over to argue with him. "But you wouldn't let Trowa or I run twenty-six kilometers with you tomorrow, would you?" "Hell, I'm not going to be running twenty-six kilometers tomorrow when I feel like this," Duo muttered but then he sighed. "I get your point. I just - I don't want to make you two change anything." "We want to," Heero said again. "Having you there with us is worth changing our routine for a few months until you're ready to do this every other day." Duo sighed. "Maybe," he allowed, and Heero knew it was as close to an agreement as Duo would give him for now. He spent the next half hour thoroughly massaging Duo's back, working his way down and back up until Duo's skin was warm and his muscles no longer tense. At some point, Trowa came into the room and leaned against the door frame to watch, a soft smirk on his face. Heero caught his eye eventually and raised an eyebrow. Trowa's smirk became a little lecherous and as he stepped into the room he started to undress. Heero was able to keep his hands busy on Duo's back, but his attention was definitely split as he watched Trowa strip down until he was naked. Trowa approached the bed and spread some of the massage oil on his fingers before reaching out to squeeze Duo's ass. Duo chuckled. "My ass isn't sore, Tro," he said. "Good," was Trowa's response as he pushed Duo's legs apart and fingered his rim. Heero watched Duo shift, pushing his ass up into the air, eager for penetration and Trowa laughed softly. He looked over at Heero and then knelt on the bed, bringing his cock close to Heero's mouth and he leaned over to lick it. Trowa's breath caught when Heero sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around to taste him. Trowa gave a few shallow thrusts, gently fucking Heero's mouth, before he pulled out and then leaned down to kiss Heero. "You aren't nearly naked enough," Trowa said against his lips. "I didn't realize there was a dress code," Heero responded, but he rose from the bed and started to strip, both Trowa and Duo watching him. "Tro told me about your little copy room rendezvous," Duo said. He got up on his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide so that Trowa could kneel behind him. "And I've been jealous of him all day. Mind if I take a turn sucking your cock?" "No," Heero assured him, feeling himself grow harder at Duo's words. He walked over to the foot of the bed and Duo shifted forward so that he could swallow him. Trowa, meanwhile, started to slide into Duo. Heero could feel Duo moan around his cock, and it sent delicious vibrations around his cock. Heero tangled his hands in Duo's hair, tugging some of it free from his braid, and he watched as Trowa fully penetrated Duo and sighed in contentment. They looked at each other over Duo's body and Trowa smirked at him again, one corner of his mouth tilting upwards in a way that made Heero's heart beat faster. It would be worth it, he decided. Whatever Heero and Relena could figure out would be worth it - worth the chance for Heero to be together with Duo and Trowa, far from Treize's reach. ~ * ~ |
