The day of their coronation was hot, but full of exuberance, the town square packed with excited guests. Heero swallowed down his nervousness as he prepared to take the stage. Quatre wrapped his robes around his shoulders, smiling at him with sparkling eyes.
"Nervous?"
"No...yes."
Quatre chuckled. "You'll do fine." He gave Heero a saucy wink and a bow. "Your Highness."
Heero blew out a laugh and tugged a blond curl. "I've never had this much attention focused on me before. I've never been important enough."
"You have always been important."
Heero chucked the blond's chin. "You're just saying that."
Quatre shrugged. "It's true. Maybe not to everyone, but you've always been important to the people who care about you. That hasn't changed and that's what matters most."
That much was true. Heero turned to Trowa who stood nearby, gazing out over the crowd. He looked sharply handsome in his Lieutenant stripes. He was on high alert, watching along with the new General, carefully scanning the congregated guests for any possible threats to the new Kings.
The kingdom was in a flurry in the days after the death of King Zayeed had been announced. The ripple of shock was followed by tentative excitement when Quatre had upheld his principles and released all of the political prisoners and freed every slave. The Emalian soldiers that chose to go back to their homeland were free to do so. He extended the hand of friendship to Sai, Borsten, Emali, and the rest of the neighboring kingdoms which were happily accepted as well were the cordial invitations to the coronation. For the first time in centuries, it finally seemed that peace would prevail.
The people were overjoyed by the transition of power. Most of them. There were some that were not as thrilled, but grudgingly accepted it. Heero figured it would have to do. They couldn't please everyone.
In the days that followed the transfer of power, Quatre had promoted Zechs to the position of General which he graciously accepted. Quatre was absolutely over the moon when two weeks later, Lucrezia delivered a healthy baby girl. He was often spotted stealing the child away to play with her whenever he could get away with it. Heero frequently found him cooing over the baby as he played patty cake with her feet, counted her tiny fingers and toes, and sang soft lullabies to her. He also dutifully kissed the blond King's pout away when her parents came to collect her.
Trowa was offered the position of Lieutenant which he proudly accepted, his eyes teary when his status as servant was officially absolved. He'd cried on his lovers' shoulders and keened when they took him to bed, celebrating with arduous hands and hungry kisses.
It was hard to believe all that had happened three weeks ago, but as Heero stood waiting to be formally anointed as King of Ghali, he couldn't help but feel as if everything had gone exactly the way it was supposed to.
He stood on the platform, the same platform that King Zayeed had addressed his people, their people when Quatre received his punishment just over month ago. His shoulders were weighed down by the heavy robes. They were fur-lined, sweltering in the heat as the sun beat down on him and he wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow. He glanced over at his husband, his co-ruler, and counted his lucky stars to have been the one who was chosen. It may have initially started off as an act of desperation, but it had quickly become so much more than that. A relationship so profound, so loving, it filled him with a deep sense of completeness.
His initial reticence about sharing Quatre with Trowa really wound up being a non-issue. Trowa brought aspects to their relationship that only made it feel more whole. Instead of being jealous, Heero cherished being the one who witnessed the touches, the kisses, and the lovemaking between his husband and the Lieutenant and treasured being able to participate when observing was no longer enough. He and Trowa had gotten much closer over the past few weeks, bonded in their shared love for Quatre and they'd learned to love each other as well. They worked together, a team in perfect sync and all of their individual traits enriched the relationship in ways that would have felt empty if any of them were missing from the equation.
The throne was theirs and as co-rulers, they were destined to make Ghali great. Heero felt his heart swell when he and Quatre stepped forward and the kingdom erupted in thundering applause. He dutifully bent forward to receive his crown. The weight of it settled on his head, but it wasn't just the gold that was heavy. It was the weight of responsibility, he realized. They had a duty to not only serve their people, but the people from all over the region. There was no place for selfishness and greed. He stood, humbled before not only Ghalians, but also Saians, Borstenians, and Emalians. They were all their people now and his hand snaked between him and Quatre, his fingers twining with the blond's. He swallowed down his giddiness as Quatre's fingers gripped tightly to his own. His smile was stunning, radiant as he addressed his people and Heero beamed with pride as he listened to his husband's voice, his poetic words, deeply warmed by the love their people had for him, for them.
After the ceremony, everyone filed into the ballroom and loitered in the courtyard which glowed with pillars of candles and torches. Music played both inside and outside and Heero, like his husband, was expected to make the rounds, greeting and thanking everyone in attendance. He smiled so much throughout the night, his cheeks were aching and he excused himself briefly to work his jaw and try to get the cramps out of his face.
Duo was getting quite tipsy on the wine and Wufei kept a steady hand on the small of his back the entire evening. They both looked beautiful, having donned formal tunicas themselves. Duo was delighted to indulge in the Ghalian dress and he couldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror when he first put it on. It was a pale purple which matched his eyes and he'd been thrilled when Quatre offered him the amethyst circlet, nodding when Duo excitedly asked if he could keep it.
Thankfully, they weren't forced to wear the robes all night and were able to take them off after the ceremony along with the crowns which were taken to a secret location for safe keeping. Both he and Quatre donned their circlets again and Heero watched his husband, his love, work the crowd, charming everyone he came in contact with. He was breathtaking. The long, formal tunica he wore was a rich cream color and gauzy scarves of pale blue were weaved through his arms, around his shoulders, and tied at the small of his back. They trailed a good few feet behind him. The jewels of his arm cuffs, necklaces, and circlet sparkled in the torchlight and Heero watched him with hungry eyes, taking note of the other pairs of voracious eyes as they stared at his husband.
He wasn't worried, or jealous. Quatre could take care of himself quite efficiently and he knew that the only ones who were allowed to touch him were himself and Trowa. Almost as if on cue, Trowa appeared at his side. The outer layers of his uniform had been discarded some hours ago and his linen shirt was open in the front, exposing his beautiful, powerful chest. Heero gratefully accepted the chalice of wine Trowa handed him and together they observed their lover as he bewitched everyone around him.
He smiled when Trowa rested a gentle hand on his back and he sipped his wine in companionable silence.
"He's quite a way about him, doesn't he?"
Heero nodded, mesmerized. "He does. Everyone loves him."
"He's always been able to charm everyone around him. It's been both his blessing and his curse."
"It's no longer a curse."
"You don't think so?"
Heero nudged his chin at him. "He's King now. Even alone, there's not many people around who are capable of hurting him anymore."
"But he's not alone."
"No, he's not." He tipped his head at the Lieutenant and happily accepted the kiss when Trowa pressed their lips together. He smiled. "Hard to believe this is all real."
Trowa looked mildly surprised. "Still?"
"I think I'm getting more used to it. Sometimes, it just feels like it's all a dream."
"I know what you mean. I've been in servitude most of my life. And now here I am, second commander in the Ghalian army and lover to the two Kings."
"Life is funny that way." They both smiled when Quatre glanced at them over his shoulder, a knowing, almost impish look in his eyes. Heero chuckled. "I think he's getting a little full of himself."
Trowa laughed. "Well, we can rectify that later."
Oh, yes. That they would. They were both worked up. Heero could feel the waves of sexual energy emanating off of Trowa's skin. They were more than ready to ravish the little blond devil the first chance they got.
***
It was late by the time the three of them retired to their chambers. Quatre, head filled with wine and music, flopped down onto the bed with a tired groan, his lovers smiling fondly at him. Trowa swatted his bottom.
"I don't think so, love. You still have more work to do."
Quatre turned his head and peeked open a bleary blue eye, his mouth curling in a grin.
Heero smirked at him and tugged his tunica off. The bedroom was warm from the residual heat of the day and the breeze that filtered in through the open windows felt wonderful on his bare skin. He watched with dilated eyes as Trowa knelt on the bed and flipped the blond's tunica up, exposing his pale peach of a rump. Quatre yelped as the Lieutenant, still in uniform, pushed his slender thighs open and buried his face between the soft cheeks. Quatre gave a small mewl and pushed his hips off the bed, pressing his ass against Trowa's mouth. Heero's erection twitched in the air at the erotic display, the soft moans that escaped from the blond's lips.
He was far too aroused to simply observe and he climbed up onto the bed, kneeling in front of Quatre's head. He pulled the tunica up the blond's back and kissed the wounds there, healing nicely, the fresh pink of new skin visible. He trailed his lips and tongue over the ridges of scar tissue and Quatre hummed under the dual attention of his lovers. He rose up on his elbows and scooted forward, engulfing Heero's cock in between plump lips and Heero hissed through his teeth at the slick heat, the soft brush of hair against his belly. He pushed his knees further apart to give the blond more access to his cock and kissed over Quatre's back, reaching the dip at the bottom, the top of his head brushing against Trowa's.
His mouth met the Lieutenant's over Quatre's upturned ass and Heero moaned into the kiss, the knowledge of where Trowa's tongue had just been a moment before intoxicating. He kissed him with fervor until Quatre's pushed his hips up, his rump bumping against their chins, greedy for attention. They chuckled and broke the kiss, both of their heads dipping down to devour the sweet ass beneath them. Quatre shouted around Heero's cock, eaten out by two mouths more than he could take. His hips twitched and jittered and he moaned, long and broken as he spilled his seed onto the bed. He held Heero's cock in his mouth as he panted and drooled through his orgasm.
Heero slipped his erection out from between Quatre's lips and rolled him over onto his back, sliding his own body beneath him as he went. They came to rest in the middle of the bed, Quatre's back on top of Heero's heaving chest, his legs hooked over the Saian's, leaving him exposed. Trowa gazed down at them with eyes that gleamed and they shivered as they traveled down and drank in the sight between their legs.
Quatre's lips were trembling, the orgasm he'd had only working him up further and his hips rolled with the need for stimulation. "Please," he breathed, his voice tinged with desperation.
Heero met Trowa's eyes over the blond's shoulder, gave him a nod and Trowa climbed off the bed to fetch the oil. Heero wrapped his hand around Quatre's cock, giving him some much needed friction. The blond sighed in pleasure, his head dropping to Heero's shoulder as his hips pumped up into his husband's fist. Heero closed his eyes and pressed his mouth against Quatre's temple, tamping down on his almost animalistic arousal and trying to keep from pushing his cock into the tight opening without preparation. The tip brushed against the blond's entrance, sending lightning bolts of burning desire through his limbs.
Trowa quickly returned to the bed, already unstopping the bottle and drizzling the oil over his fingers. Quatre watched him through half-lidded eyes, nodding his head with delirious anticipation. Trowa watched him, his eyes dark and ravenous as his hand lowered between their legs and Heero felt Quatre's body jolt against him as he was penetrated. He wrapped his arms around the blond and closed his teeth around the delicate shell of his ear as Quatre cried out, Trowa's fingers brushing against his sweet spot.
A few thrusts of his fingers and Quatre was yammering nonsensically, begging for more. Trowa arched an eyebrow at Heero and he jumped as he felt the Lieutenant's hand closed around his cock, guiding it against the blond's opening. At Trowa's nod, Heero pushed in, impaling Quatre onto his cock. Quatre's head tipped back onto his shoulder as Heero pushed upwards until his balls pressed against the blond's ass. He pulled out and pushed back in several times, feeling as Quatre's body relaxed around the intrusion. There was surrender in the loosening of his muscles, the soft sighs of acceptance. Then the heady press of Trowa's cock slid against his, vying for space of its own inside Quatre's body. Trowa lowered himself over them, his elbows propped on either side of their heads, and Heero hissed at the sensation of his lover's cock pushing in alongside him. It was easily the most sensual thing he'd ever felt.
Quatre's head shook back and forth, overwhelmed. His opening stretched far wider than his senses were prepared to deal with. He sobbed brokenly and his lovers kissed and caressed him with soft lips, hands, and words.
"Ssh. It's alright, love. Just relax. Let go." Trowa kissed away the tears that had collected in the corners of the blond's eyes with such tenderness, it made Heero's heart hurt. They both held very still and Heero wondered if Trowa's body was screaming at him to move as much as his own was. He suppressed the urge to thrust his hips up into the tight heat of Quatre's ass and focused on soothing him while the blond adjusted to the added stimulation of two cocks inside him.
Quatre gasped and panted, his body rigid for another few minutes. They managed to coax it back into relaxation and sighed with relief when Quatre's body finally went lax between them. Still, they didn't move, waiting for him to let them know when he was ready. Quatre huffed soft breaths against Trowa's chest then tried an experimental roll of his hips. Both Heero and Trowa groaned as the blond's inner muscles rippled over their cocks. Encouraged, Quatre did it again and again, realizing the power he held within his own body. He nodded his head, his cock rehardening from the reaction he got from his lovers and dipped his head to take one of Trowa's nipples into his mouth, causing the Lieutenant to rumble out a deep groan.
"Oh, Quat."
"Move. I'm ready."
Heero and Trowa glanced at each other, unspoken communication between them, then Trowa pulled his hips back slowly. Heero waited until he began to push back in again, then retracted his own hips, pushing in when Trowa pulled back out. Quatre uttered a long, broken sounding moan as their pace picked up. Heero felt he was already on the verge of bursting and he held it back with everything he had, not ready to climax just yet. Trowa dropped his mouth to Quatre's neck and suckled the soft skin as Heero clamped his own mouth around the blond's ear lobe, tugging gently.
Quatre keened as his body was gently rocked between his lovers. His hands scrabbled up, fingers curling around Trowa's biceps, moaning at the erotic sensation of Trowa's hot mouth latching onto his neck and the slight tickle as Heero sucked on his ear lobe. He was so overwhelmed by the sensations. He was accustomed to taking one lover inside his body, sometimes immediately followed by the other, but never both at the same time. It was the most exquisite thing he'd ever felt, being joined with the two people he loved more than anything, in such intimacy. He felt so deliciously vulnerable, exposed in ways he'd never been before. It was heady and so incredibly arousing. And yet he felt safer than he'd ever been in his life. He tipped his head back and shouted as Heero's hand closed around his erection, his lovers' cocks pressing against the place inside him that made his body shake with pleasure.
They sped up their thrusts, their hips working harder now that they were steadily climbing to their own climaxes. They growled and panted in his ears, the force of their thrusts bouncing his body back and forth. He felt the slight burn on the still slightly tender skin of his back as it rubbed over Heero's chest and abdomen. His legs, hooked over Heero's raised knees tensed as the pleasure in his body began to coalesce, swirling around his groin, getting smaller and more intense with every thrust of his lovers' hips. He shook his head, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. Tears spilled down over his temples at the mind-bending sensations. He opened his eyes, watching Trowa's beautiful face as he moved above him, pleasure increasing at Trowa's expression, almost pained in his ecstasy. Heero's hand twisted on his cock just right and he sucked in a painful breath, his back bowing as the exquisite pleasure was sucked down into a single point in his pelvis and then released in an explosion of pure bliss. His seed shot from the tip of his cock and he writhed on Heero's chest, beyond words, beyond sound even. His eyes rolled back into his head as the muscles of his ass clamped down on his lovers' cocks, squeezing around them almost painfully.
Through the roaring in his ears, he could hear them shout as his body rippled around their cocks, milking them of their orgasms only a few moments later. They smothered him tightly between them and he panted and bit down on Trowa's shoulder as they pressed so deeply inside him that fireworks exploded behind his his eyes. His hips twitched and shook from the overstimulation of his prostate. A few endless moments of agonizing piquancy passed and his lovers' cocks began to soften inside him. The pressure on his sweet spot lessened enough to allow his body to go limp between them. He closed his eyes as he gathered his bearings, registered the panting breaths of his lovers against his skin and swallowed around a suddenly parched throat.
He winced as first Trowa pulled out, followed by Heero, then was tipped onto his side and gathered into their arms. He closed his eyes, humming with contentment and he draped a trembling leg over Trowa's hip and nuzzled into his strong chest. Heero spooned up against his back and he sighed happily as lips kissed his shoulder and neck. He was sore, particularly between his legs, but it was a pleasant ache, one that made him flush with pride. The evidence that these two beautiful men wanted him so badly. Trowa brushed his hair back from his face and stroked the back of his finger along his cheek.
"You okay, love?"
"Mmm...I feel wonderful." He did, flushed and languid and so sexy. He'd been objectified for most of his life, but it was different when love entered the equation. Being the object of love and desire was so heady, tantalizing.
"Are you sore?"
"Hmmm...yes. I think it will be obvious tomorrow what we got up to tonight."
Heero cursed softly. "Sorry."
"Don't be silly!" Quatre turned his head and pecked a kiss on his lips. "I loved it. I hope we can do that again soon." His lips parted, seeking more kisses and Heero indulged him. Trowa stroked his hair and Heero leaned over Quatre's head, fishing for Trowa's mouth. Quatre sighed beneath them, his eyes joyful as he watched his two lovers come together.
Trowa's head flopped down onto the pillow and Quatre's hand tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. His mouth curled in a wry grin. "S'been a long day."
"Sleep, Trowa." Quatre's smile turned playful. "You've earned it."
Trowa's eyes were momentarily troubled. "You really think I can do this with my heart?"
Quatre's bare shoulders lifted in a shrug. "How do you feel about it?"
Trowa took a moment to think about it. "Good. I feel good."
"Then you're fine. Do the best you can and when you're tired, rest," Heero said.
Trowa nodded and nuzzled down beneath the covers, his arms wrapping around Quatre and Heero, eyes drifting closed. His lovers caressed him until his breathing slowed down. Quatre kissed his forehead and turned towards Heero who looked at him with mild concern.
"You're sure you're alright?"
"Of course I am." He stretched, his hand closing over Heero's which rested on his belly. "I've never felt better." He turned soft eyes on Heero. "Thank you."
Heero cocked his head. "For what?"
"This...making this work between us."
Heero lowered his head and took the blond's lips. "Anything for you. I love you."
Quatre smiled. "And I you. This just seems right, doesn't it?"
He nodded. "It does." And he meant that. There was nothing in the world he would change. As long as he had Quatre and Trowa by his side, he could do anything.
End.
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