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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 Four Trowa glared at his phone for a full five minutes before giving in to the reality that the only way to turn off the alarm was to reach out and turn it off himself. He reached over and clumsily swiped his hand across the screen, settling the room into blissful silence once again. "Thank God." Duo's voice was muffled by his pillow. "I was ready to start throwing shit." Trowa rolled over, reluctant to get out of bed just yet. "You're not going running this morning?" "No," Duo groaned and turned his head so that he could look at Trowa. "Don't tell me you're going to the gym?" Trowa nodded. "Tro, your flight leaves at eleven - you need to be at JFK by -" "I've got enough time," Trowa interrupted. Duo was more than a little anal retentive about scheduling flights and Trowa's habit of showing up only ninety minutes before his flights as opposed to the two and a half hours that Duo preferred drove his husband crazy. "Still, you don't need to go to the gym today. We were out late last night -" "I think you mean this morning," Trowa corrected. It had been after three when they arrived back home. "Exactly. So if ever you could skip a day at the gym -" "I want to see how Heero's doing." Duo sighed. "Yeah. How are you doing?" Trowa moved over in the bed so that he could rest his head between Duo's shoulder blades. Last night had been... even worse than Trowa had anticipated. It was one thing to have to deal with the way Treize looked at him, eyes undressing him and mouth curving into that oily sneer he had worn while Trowa gave him a blow job five years ago. It was entirely another thing to have the mental image of Heero and some Romanian doing coke and fucking each other for Treize's enjoyment and seeing the way Treize looked at Heero, as though he was a particularly tasty dessert that he must have again. But then, afterwards, going out to PhD and drinking and dancing for hours... stumbling out of the cab and screwing on the stairs, the first time they had had sex in over a month and Trowa hated that it was because of Treize, hated that the memory of that man and Trowa's mistakes had been the catalyst, but he didn't regret it. Feeling Duo's body, his cock and his ass that always felt like a perfect fit for Trowa - he had desperately needed that. "I'm okay," he concluded. "Last night was good. After we left the office." Duo nodded, his head bumping against Trowa's slightly. "It was," he agreed. "Heero was good," Trowa added, thinking that as much as he had needed to touch Duo again, to feel him and know they still had this, those hours spent with Heero had helped him get to a place where he even wanted to be with Duo. It wasn't a matter of desire - there wasn't a day that went by when Trowa didn't desire Duo - but more a matter of releasing his anger and his self-loathing and his anxiety. Without Heero, without those hours of feeling his and Duo's hard bodies pressed against his own, the throb of dance music and the jewel colored flash of lights his entire focus, Trowa never would have been able to reciprocate Duo's passion later that night. Duo let out a long, shuddery sigh. "Yeah," he agreed. "He was." Trowa allowed himself another minute in bed but then he rose and started to dress. Duo stayed in bed, watching him. "We need to figure this out, Tro." Trowa pulled on the jeans and t-shirt he had laid out yesterday morning when he packed his bags. He hated to wear a suit while flying, and he figured that if he was going to be forced to fly he might as well be comfortable doing it. He looked at Duo, at the man he had been in love with for five years. "I want to," he told Duo. Duo sighed. "We're clear to take Tuesday off, so we've got four days at the Cape. We'll be away from the city, from work - fuck, away from Treize - we'll talk." Duo grinned, his slow, sexy grin that Trowa had seen too little of these past months. "We'll fuck." Trowa walked over to the bed and kissed Duo. "I'd like that." "Good. Now go away so I can sleep for another hour." "Okay. Love you too," Trowa muttered. Duo smirked and settled back on the bed, pulling up the sheets and snuggling against the pillows. "Mm. I know. Call me when you get to Miami." Trowa was running late, but he made it to the gym only a few minutes after Heero had started to swim. He wasn't sure Heero even noticed him join him in the pool until the end, when Heero waited for him on the edge of the pool. Trowa accepted the hand Heero held out to him, allowing the other man to help haul him out of the water. "Rough start this morning?" Heero asked him and Trowa arched an eyebrow back at him, noticing the faint circles under Heero's eyes. "Just a late one," Trowa told him. Heero nodded. They sat in the hot tub together, and the bump of Heero's knees against his own had become familiar by this point. "I'm sorry, about last night. About Treize." Heero said with a sigh. "You don't have to apologize," Trowa assured him, thinking back to his own near meltdown earlier, in his office, when Duo had had to practically pin him to the wall and talk him down. "I understand." "I've never seen Duo that angry." "Treize brings that out in him. Treize, divorce cases and child molesters would be the three things Duo hates most in the world." "He said something - something about getting rid of Treize before?" Trowa nodded. "After - after I slept with Treize he tried to use it against me, tried to blackmail me into doing it again and Duo..." Trowa shook his head as he remembered how furious Duo had been. It had taken Trowa weeks to even admit what had happened to Duo and when he did he had been convinced that Duo would end things between them. Instead, Duo had made him retell the entire incident in excruciating detail, while he took notes, and describe every time Treize had spoken to him or tried to proposition him since then. And then, when Trowa had dredged up every moment of self-disgust and contempt, Duo had taken him to bed and spent hours practically worshipping Trowa's body. Trowa would never forget that night, would never forget the look in Duo's eyes when he kissed him and told him that he loved him. "Darlian had been talking about opening a London office for months," Trowa continued. "I'm not sure what he said or how he did it, but Duo convinced Darlian that Treize should head up the London branch and got him shipped off about six months after it happened." Trowa shrugged. "He comes back a few times a year, and every damn time he tries to get me in bed again and Duo is always there, always with a plan." Heero swallowed hard. "I didn't think he'd make a plan for me," he admitted. Trowa sighed and rose from the hot tub. Heero followed him. "Duo makes a plan for everyone, Heero. But you - you're important to him." Trowa
thought back to last night, to the way they had danced together. It
had felt incredible, the three of them pressed together, Duo's and
Heero's hands on him, his hands on their bodies and Heero's eyes,
as they lost that look of depression and turned warm and lusty. "You know," Trowa said when they stepped out of the showers and walked back to their lockers, "I'm heading to Miami for this contract negotiation." Heero nodded. "I remember." Trowa sighed. He thought back to the way Heero had actually fled at just the sight of Treize. "You could go instead. I can make a few calls - I was going to go down today and fly back on Thursday night, but you could stay, stretch it into Labor Day weekend and by the time you get back Treize should be gone." Heero stared at him. "Why?" Trowa sighed again. "Because I don't want you to have to see him. I don't - I don't want to see you look like you did last night." Heero shrugged. "But you'll be in Miami. You don't have to see it." "No. It's not - I don't want you to feel that way either." "I can't do that. Duo and I start our trial next week and I can't - I'm not going to take this away from you." "You aren't taking anything from me. Damnit, Heero, I want you -" His words were cut off by Heero's mouth. God, why hadn't he kissed Heero that night? His mouth was hot, wet, his tongue firm and it tangled with Trowa's in a dance that made his heartbeat skip. Trowa wrapped his arms around the shorter man, backed him up against the wooden lockers and savored the feel of his damp body, his heat, his scent and his taste. Heero's hands were on his back, kneading his flesh and his touch made Trowa groan. He angled his head, deepening the kiss and and he felt Heero gasp into his mouth. Trowa traced down Heero's chest, across the rigid planes of his abdomen and pulled the towel at his waist away. He could feel the press of Heero's hard cock and he touched it, wrapping his hand around the head and squeezing. Heero's hands gripped Trowa's hips tightly and he gasped again and rocked forward, seeking more contact. Trowa stroked Heero with his hand on his cock and his tongue in his mouth and Heero moved against him, spreading his legs and pulling Trowa closer. He felt Heero's hands slide lower, felt them tug at the towel that was precariously wrapped on his hips and then Heero tugged it free. The rush of cool air against his bare body felt like a slap. Trowa pulled away from the kiss and sucked in a deep breath. Heero's eyes were wide and clouded with lust and it was impossibly hard for Trowa to release him and step away. Fuck. "I'm sorry," he said and he looked away, because the sight of Heero, naked, damp, breathing heavy and still erect, made him want to do things he had no right to do. "I kissed you," Heero said. "Yeah, well, I'm the one who's married and was a heartbeat away from fucking you in a public locker," Trowa muttered. He grabbed his clothes and started to dress. Being naked beside a naked Heero was too dangerous. As he pulled on his boxers he looked at his wedding band, the thin gold ring mocking him. What the hell was he doing? He and Duo were finally, maybe, starting to get back on track and here he was practically molesting Heero in the gym locker room. He was married - married to a man who loved him and who had gone out of his way time and time again to protect Trowa, to forgive him and - There was no way he could keep ignoring this, he realized. After all these months, he still wanted Heero. After last night - after this - he didn't even want to keep ignoring it anymore. "I'll talk to Duo," he said. "What?" Heero looked taken about. "What about?" "About you," Trowa said. Heero stared at him. "What - what are you going to say?" Trowa shrugged. "I'll ask him to run interference for you with Treize. It's not - it's not the same as you going to Miami, but it's something at least. Duo will keep him away as much as he can." "Oh." Heero's face lost all expression for a moment, but then he nodded. "Thank you." "I - it's the least I can do," Trowa bit back a curse at the expression on Heero's face. He wondered if he could possibly just take Heero with him to Miami, but he knew that would be a tough sell for Darlian, and an even tougher sell for Duo. Not to mention it would be stupidly dangerous - three days alone with Heero would, Trowa had no doubt, lead to more than a fondle in the lockers at La Palestra. This was getting very out of hand. He and Duo needed to talk about more than just them this weekend, because Trowa felt fairly certain that just them was no longer Duo and Trowa. Heero was part of them too. ~ * ~ |
