"Entanglement"

"So... ever been to the Cape before?"

It was the second hour of their four hour odyssey to Martha's Vineyard and Duo finally had to break the incredibly awkward silence.

Trowa had always had the indescribably annoying ability to fall asleep anywhere, and as soon as they cleared the city traffic he was out like a light. Leaving Duo at the wheel and Heero in the back seat of their rented Prius, staring anywhere but at each other and saying absolutely nothing.

He had turned on the radio and listened to sports talk for a while, but when the talk show switched to a segment on basketball he turned it off. After another half hour the silence finally got to him.

Heero shook his head in the negative.

"Turned down a few invitations, but I've never been out."

Duo had to arch an eyebrow at that.

"Anyone I know?"

Heero sighed.

"Zechs Merquise."

"Oh." Duo frowned at the irritation he felt at the idea that Zechs Merquise had invited Heero out to the Cape. And then he scowled as he realized he was jealous. As if he had any right to be jealous about Heero - as if he even wanted to.

Duo sighed, now angry with himself. That was the point of this whole weekend - to figure out just what was going on between them and what they were going to make out of it, but for the life of him he couldn't see this going well.

"We had sex a few times, before I even met you, but..." Heero shrugged. "It was never going to go anywhere."

Duo nodded. He wasn't sure what to say to that - wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. But he knew that the next time he saw the man he would be thinking about the fact that he had been with Heero, and that only made Duo want to defeat him in court even more.

"Did you two talk?" Heero asked, looking over at Trowa.

"About?" Duo frowned in confusion.

He and Trowa actually hadn't talked much last night. His flight had landed close to midnight and by the time he arrived at their apartment it was after one in the morning and he had crawled into bed with Duo and spooned against his back until they both fell asleep.

"About you and -"

"No," Duo hissed and had to look over at Trowa to make sure he was still asleep.

He glared at Heero in the rearview mirror.

Heero held his gaze.

"You should."

"I can't." Duo knew how people looked at victims - he knew how he looked at the kids in the YSI case and he could not stand the idea of Trowa ever looking at him like that. He didn't want Trowa to know that he had been used that way or that he had been terrified by the thought of another man touching him for ten years before he finally met Franklin and got drunk enough one night to finally kiss him. Trowa had always thought of Duo as someone who was strong and had his shit together - Duo did not want to let him down.

"You can," Heero insisted and Duo transferred his glare to the road since Heero didn't seem the least bit intimidated by it. "He loves you."

"Just - let it go."

"No," Heero said and Duo looked at him again, this time in exasperation.

"Why the hell do you care so much? It's got nothing to do with anyone but me."

Heero arched an eyebrow, but he shrugged, and his disapproval was so obvious it made Duo want to curse.

Instead, he forced himself to relax his grip on the steering wheel and turned the radio back on, surfing until he found an NPR station.

If this was a preview for how the weekend was going to go, Duo was not looking forward to the full treatment.

-o-

There was an awkward moment as they settled into the house and Heero stood in the living room, bag at his feet and a neutral look on his face as Duo and Trowa carried their bags up to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Duo and Trowa exchanged a look. He felt confident that Trowa wanted Heero to sleep in their bed and even though Duo was trying to prepare for that, he wasn't sure how he felt about Heero just moving into their room.

"Tro, show him the guest room with the great view so he can put his stuff away."

Trowa nodded, a slight frown on his face as he tried to figure out what Duo really wanted, but he set his bag down at the top of the stairs and then went back down to show Heero to his room.

Duo took his time putting away their clothes and toiletries. It was one thing to sit in a car for four hours and know that eventually they would arrive and would have to talk about what the hell they were going to do. But now they were here and now Heero was acting as if he had some kind of emotional investment in Duo's life and he couldn't wrap his head around how any of this was going to work.

When he finally emerged from upstairs he found Heero and Trowa standing on the balcony by the kitchen, enjoying the view of the water. They were close enough that their shoulders were touching and they looked completely comfortable, completely at ease and complete and it filled Duo with the sense of defeat he had felt on Tuesday when Trowa had called him and told him what had happened between Heero and him.

Trowa had always been good at divorcing emotion from logic - it made him an amazing lawyer - but it frustrated the hell out of Duo whenever they fought and listening to Trowa clinically describe the scene in the locker room had filled Duo with numbness.

They were both attracted to Heero - they both liked him as a colleague and a friend - but Trowa had acted on it and Duo felt... defeated. He felt alone and betrayed and he had no idea how to tell Trowa that. Especially since the very next day he had sat down at a bar and spilled his darkest secret to the same man that his husband had nearly fucked.

With a sigh, Duo opened the door to the balcony and walked out.

Trowa turned and gave him a slight, hesitant smile.

And of course there was that - the fact that Duo and Trowa were broken and Duo had no idea when it had happened and while it seemed easy to blame it on Heero and that one night, he knew it had to be more than that but he couldn't figure out where the hell things had gone wrong.

Heero stepped away from Trowa, giving Duo enough space to stand between them, but he hesitated.

"I'm going to run to the grocery store," he said, thinking of the only plausible excuse to put off this.

"I'll grab my sweater and -"

"No," Duo interrupted Trowa. "I'll go on my own. Just -" he hated that he had to say this, "just don't do anything without me, while I'm gone."

Both Trowa and Heero regarded him with guilty frowns. It was clear they hadn't been plotting to get rid of Duo so they could fall into bed together immediately, but they had come too close to it only three days ago.

"I'll show him around the house and then we'll go for a walk on the beach," Trowa said, and Duo hated the sense of relief he felt at that plan.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"I've never been to a grocery store in Martha's before," Heero spoke up.

Trowa arched an eyebrow at him and Duo frowned.

"It's just like any other grocery store," Duo assured him.

Heero shrugged.

"Still, I can always get the tour later?"

It was clear that Heero was not going to let Duo run away.

Duo sighed and looked over at Trowa, but his husband actually had a slight smile on his face.

They each had their own coping mechanisms. If he was upset, Trowa often stopped talking and his face took on a neutral, stony expression that infuriated Duo because he could not get through to him or get him to communicate. If Duo was upset, on the other hand, he usually tried to avoid any conversation on the subject and tried to get away. Over the years, Trowa usually let Duo run away when he didn't want to talk about a problem and Duo tried to accept that Trowa didn't want to talk about something when he clammed up and got that look on his face.

Heero, it seemed, had absolutely no interest in letting Duo escape and figure out what the hell to do.

"Fine. Let's all go to the grocery store."

-o-

"Do you have a wine preference?"

They had stocked up on food and toiletries already and were heading out of the store when Trowa drove the shopping cart past the wine section.

Heero shrugged.

"Not really. I don't care much for Merlot."

Trowa nodded and Duo watched him reach for a bottle of Malbec. He hesitated for a moment and then grabbed two more as well. Duo didn't know if that meant Trowa thought the weekend was going to go that well or that badly.

As they neared the register, Duo looked down the pharmaceutical aisle by the register. He looked over at Trowa, who arched an eyebrow back at him.

With a sigh, Duo turned to Heero.

"I'm clean," Heero said without preamble, "but if you want -"

Duo shook his head.

"No, we are too and I trust you. I - well, we could probably use more lubricant though." He started to walk towards the aisle and then stopped. "Do you have any lube preferences?"

Heero smirked and then shook his head in the negative.

"Okay, why don't you two go ahead and check out so we don't stand in line with a cart full of food, wine and lube together?"

In no way was Duo ashamed of being gay, but he didn't really think he could face a middle aged woman scanning lube for his weekend threesome adventure.

Trowa chuckled but nodded and he and Heero walked to the checkout lanes.

When they got home it was bizarrely domestic. Heero and Trowa worked together to unpack all of the groceries while Duo prepared the marinade for the steaks Trowa planned to grill later. By the time Duo cleaned up after himself he was feeling almost relaxed, but then he turned to see Heero and Trowa sitting in the cafe chairs on the other side of the kitchen island and the only item that had not yet been put away was the brand new bottle of KY Duo had purchased.

He sighed and felt his previous anxiety rise again.

"Look, I don't know what to do here," he finally just admitted.

Trowa shrugged.

"I'm not sure any of us do," he agreed.

Heero was looking at Duo with concern.

"What do you want to do?" Heero asked him.

"I have no fucking clue," Duo sighed. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter. He looked at Trowa. "I know what you want." He looked over at Heero. "And I'm pretty sure I know what you want, too."

Trowa arched an eyebrow.

"You do? Because I still don't know," he mused. "I know that I don't want to push you away - and I don't want to pretend like we don't both want Heero."

Duo ran a hand through his hair.

"Sure - and I don't want to -" Duo stopped himself. He and Trowa did both want Heero. Duo was just afraid that the more time Trowa spent with Heero, the less he would want to spend with Duo. The two of them already seemed so perfectly at ease with each other, and despite the fact that Duo had been married to Trowa for two years, despite the fact that he had been madly in love with him for five years and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, Duo knew that something was missing from their lives and he was fairly certain that Trowa had found that missing something in Heero. But he couldn't just say that - he couldn't just admit how pathetically jealous and insecure he was.

"I don't want to make things worse between you two," Heero spoke up again, breaking into Duo's inner turmoil.

Duo and Trowa exchanged another look.

"I don't think you've made anything worse," Trowa said, still looking at Duo and seeming to choose his words carefully. "You've just made us realize things weren't perfect."

Duo had to nod in agreement.

"Which brings us to here... and now... and trying to figure out what to do about this."

Heero arched an eyebrow.

"Do you want to make a plan?"

Duo hesitated. He didn't know if a plan was exactly what he wanted - but he definitely wanted to know what the expectations were for this weekend - and beyond that.

"I don't think this is something you can plan," Trowa said and shrugged. "We've been making plans for years and this never occurred to us. I don't know how we can make a plan for this."

Duo frowned. It was true that they had never discussed the eventuality of a threesome - outside of their one night stand - but he didn't think going into this blind was going to work out well. And Trowa knew that Duo liked to have a plan of attack for everything from cleaning the house to Christmas present shopping to adopting a baby when one of them made senior partner.

If Trowa was trying to avoid making any kind of plans now, was it because the plans he had in mind weren't going to satisfy Duo?

"So... we're just going to go with this and see what happens?" Duo hazarded.

"Is that okay?" Trowa looked at him and Heero.

Heero shrugged one shoulder, a neutral expression on his face and Duo wondered what he really wanted. This whole situation was incredibly complicated for Duo and Trowa - but what about Heero? Even if Heero and Trowa had an easy connection already, he was still an outsider to this, to them.

"We don't have to do anything," Heero mused. "You invited me to spend the weekend at the Cape with you and -"

"No," Trowa and Duo said together.

"We've spent months working together trying to pretend there isn't something between us," Duo sighed. "And you and Trowa - hell, maybe if I went to the gym with you and got to see you naked everyday then we would have done this a long time ago but if we keep ignoring this the two of you are going to -"

"It was my fault," Heero interrupted. "And if you don't want this then I'm not going to -"

"I do want it," Duo growled. "I just don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do about the fact that I want you and Jesus, Tro, we're married and we work with Heero and -"

"And I think about him everyday. I think about him, and you - the way he touched you that night, the look on your face when he was inside you and his mouth on your cock and every time I see the two of you in your office working together I think about that night." Trowa's voice sounded strained, and while it was sexy as hell to hear him say those things, Duo could tell that it was more than lust Trowa felt. He felt guilty and off-kilter too, and Duo realized he was being an idiot. Trowa wanted this, Duo wanted this - Heero wanted this - and on some level Duo suspected they all needed it.

And he knew that Trowa wanted him to take the lead, as he always did, because Trowa trusted him and Duo was willing to bet that especially after Tuesday, Trowa didn't trust himself very much.

Duo looked over at Heero. There was desire in his eyes, but he still looked uneasy and guilty.

Fuck it, Duo decided. There was no need for all of them to feel like this.

"I think about his mouth on my cock too," he said, and he watched both Trowa and Heero swallow. "And your mouth on his cock," Duo smirked, "and the way you licked up his cum - I never got to taste it. Did you enjoy it?"

Trowa's eyes were dark and narrow, and Duo was willing to bet he was already half hard - Trowa had always said that Duo's voice was enough to get him hard.

Trowa nodded.

"Yes. You should try it."

They both looked over at Heero.

"Do you still have the rules about no kissing and no talking?" He asked.

Trowa and Duo both shook their heads in the negative.

"If Trowa gets to have an earth-shattering kiss with you then I sure as hell do too," Duo said. "And Trowa's pretty demanding in bed - so if you want to hear him tell you to fuck him harder, then we can eliminate the no talking rule too."

Heero swallowed hard and nodded.

Duo picked up the lube on the island counter.

"Shall we give Heero a tour of the upstairs bed?" He suggested to Trowa, who smirked and stood up.

Sure enough, there was a definite bulge in the front of his khakis and Duo stepped forward and caressed him through his pants.

Trowa pressed back against him and leaned down to kiss him.

It felt good - that familiar thrill of lust and heat and strength that he had always felt when kissing Trowa - but Duo was aware of Heero still sitting at the counter, looking at them with an uncertain expression on his face.

Duo pulled away from Trowa's mouth and started to kiss his way across his jaw and towards his ear. He bit down on his earlobe and Trowa moaned.

"Why don't you tell Heero what you want him to do?" Duo suggested and Trowa shivered.

"I want him to kiss you," Trowa said, his voice low and thready.

"Mhm," Duo agreed and sucked on Trowa's pulse point. "Me too."

He turned and saw Heero finally stand up.

"How does that sound to you?"

Heero arched an eyebrow.

"It sounds like you're going to use the end of the no talking rule to torture me," Heero growled and then stepped forward, pushing Duo back against Trowa and kissing him.

And Duo completely agreed with Trowa's assessment that not kissing Heero that night had been a damned mistake.

Heero brushed his lips against Duo's, his mouth open and his tongue teasing until Duo opened his mouth and Heero's tongue caressed his, sweeping into his mouth and filling Duo with an electric jolt of need.

Duo could feel Trowa's hands on his thighs, pulling him back against his groin for friction and Heero's hands tangled with Trowa's as they reached around Duo to grab Trowa. Duo still had the lube clutched in his left hand, but he wrapped his right arm around Heero and pulled him closer, grinding against him as the kiss continued and he thought about Tuesday night, the three of them dancing together while they tried to forget about Treize and this suddenly felt right.

"Why don't we save the tour of the bed for later?" Trowa suggested and his hands moved to the fly of Duo's jeans. "And start off with a tour of the couch down here first?"

Duo nodded in agreement. He sucked on Heero's lower lip and the other man groaned. His hands joined Trowa's and soon Duo was naked from the waist down, with Trowa's and Duo's hands both wrapped around his cock and his balls and the feeling was incredible.

"Jesus," he breathed and leaned his head back against Trowa's chest. He looked down at the sight of four hands caressing him and Heero took advantage of the shift in position to unbutton Duo's shirt.

Heero started to press open mouthed kisses against the flesh he uncovered.

One of Trowa's hands strayed upwards and tweaked Duo's right nipple. Duo moaned and then he gasped when Heero, now kneeling in front of him, licked the head of Duo's cock.

Trowa was still stroking him, and he angled Duo into Heero's mouth and the other man sucked his hard, sensitive flesh.

The combined sensations of Trowa stroking him and Heero sucking on him very quickly brought Duo to the brink of orgasm. He clutched Heero's hair between his hands.

"Fuck - I'm going to come."

Heero pushed Trowa's hand away so that he could swallow more of Duo and the intense suction brought him off immediately. He shuddered as Heero continued to suck on him, gently now, lapping at his cock and swallowing all of Duo's cum.

One of Trowa's hands joined Duo's on Heero's head, threading his fingers through the hair and caressing him.

Trowa chuckled.

"So much for the tour of the couch."

Duo had to laugh as well and he could feel Heero smile as he finally released Duo's cock.

Duo sighed and leaned back against Trowa, allowing his husband to completely support his weight.

"We could make the couch our next stop," Duo said, "or go upstairs. Either way, I think it's my turn to taste Heero's cum."

Heero stood up and reached for the hem of his own shirt. He pulled it up and over his head and then started on his khakis. Heero took his time undressing while Duo and Trowa watched.

Trowa's hands were already straying back to Duo's still sensitive cock, and Duo could feel Trowa's own cock, still in his khakis, still hard, pressing against the space between his ass cheeks.

He pushed back against him and Trowa's hips arched forward, grinding against him.

"I'm happy to tour the couch first," Heero said once he was completely naked, his erect cock proudly jutting out and Duo licked his lips, eager to taste the bead of precum on the tip.

He passed the lube to Trowa.

"I want you to fuck me while I suck him off," he told Trowa.

He stepped away and took Heero's hand, pulling him out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

"This," he said, " is the couch." He indicated the long, wide tan couch across from the bank of windows that looked out at the water.

"I like it," Heero said with a smirk and Duo kissed him again. As they kissed he reached out and touched Heero, running his hands over the firm body that he had fantasized about for months.

Heero's hands squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and then Duo felt the cool press of Trowa's lubed finger against his anus.

He pulled away from Heero's mouth.

"We're not even going to make it to the fucking couch," he complained and then he moaned when Trowa's finger entered him.

"Good thing we went for carpet over hardwood floors, then," Trowa commented and used his free hand to push at Duo's shoulder, guiding him down the floor.

Duo and Heero managed to kneel down while still kissing, Trowa's finger still in Duo's ass.

Trowa added a second finger and Duo gasped into Heero's mouth when he brushed against his prostate.

He gently pushed Heero away.

"Lay down," he said.

Heero smirked.

"I thought Trowa was the demanding one?"

"I am," Trowa assured him, and his words were hot against the side of Duo's neck. "But so is Duo." He kissed Duo's neck and Heero's gaze shifted to that spot, his eyes dark and heavy.

Duo grabbed one of the throw pillows from the couch and passed it to Heero, who took the hint and laid down, propping the pillow under his head, and Duo knelt down between his legs.

In all the combinations they had tried that night, Duo going down on Heero had been omitted, and he was eager to remedy that. His cock was thicker than Trowa's or Duo's, and he tasted different, just slightly more bitter than Trowa, and Duo ran his tongue over the hard shaft, exploring the shape and silky texture.

"Suck on him," Trowa said, and Duo felt the nudge of his lubed cock against his ass. "I want you to wrap your mouth around his cock and swallow him down."

Duo eagerly complied with Trowa's command and Heero's hips bucked upwards eagerly as Duo started to work his shaft into his mouth and throat.

Trowa entered him slowly, inch by inch, seeming to match the time it took for Duo to swallow Heero's cock.

"Fuck," Heero moaned. His fingers were buried in Duo's hair, teasing at the base of his braid.

And then Trowa started to move, pulling out of Duo and then pushing back in with a forceful thrust that pushed Duo down Heero's cock even further and all three of them moaned.

The combined sensation of being filled by Trowa's cock in his ass and Heero's in his mouth was incredible, and when Trowa's hand wrapped around his cock and started to stroke him in time with his own thrusts Duo felt overwhelmed by the sensations.

Heero's hips started to shudder and jerk upwards as Duo continued to suck on him and Duo ran his hands up Heero's chest, feeling his hard body shiver beneath his touch and he pinched his nipples, earning a gasp from Heero.

"I'm close," he panted, and his grip on Duo's hair tightened and then he moaned. "Oh God, Duo!"

The sound of Heero calling out his name very unexpectedly sent Duo over the edge and he came at the same time as Heero. He swallowed down all of Heero's cum, nearly choking in the process.

Heero eased himself out of Duo's mouth and then shifted his body closer, under Duo's, and pulled him close for a kiss while Trowa continued to fuck him.

Duo could feel Heero's legs wrapped around his and Trowa's, pulling all of them closer together and when Trowa came with a hoarse groan a moment later, Duo couldn't recall ever feeling more satisfied.

Trowa pressed a kiss against the base of his spine as he pulled out of Duo.

"Why don't you give Heero a tour of the shower while I clean this up?" He suggested.

"I can't promise we'll make it that far," Duo said and he kissed Heero again, smirking against his lips and he felt Heero smirk back. "After tall, the top of the stairs is on the way."

Trowa moved around to kiss them, their lips and tongues swirling together for a moment as they hungrily, sloppily tried to taste each other.

"Then I'll meet you on the top step," Trowa assured them.

~ * ~

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