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"The Three of Us "Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sex of varying degrees of smuttiness,
two dudes, three dudes, masturbation, voyeurism as well as angst,
sap and bad language Pairings: 1x2x3 but all combinations of that in
pairings as well as in a threesome context. Summary: An ongoing series of short drabbles exploring the dynamics and complexity of the 1x2x3 relationship. A/N: This is an ongoing series of short drabbles
that is my attempt to explore how the 1x2x3 relationship would work.
I will update semi–regularly with three chapters at a time told
from Duo, Trowa and then Heero's perspectives. Some will be feelsy/angsty,
some will be porny, and some will be sappy. They have no chronology or order apart from the
fact it is set post–EW. Beta'd by ELLE "The Three of Us " Deadline Duo checked the time as he entered Preventer HQ, coffee
and a crappy shrink wrapped sandwich in his hands as he went in search
of Heero. It wasn't much of a search as he was in the so called "war
room" - a laptop open, various data on a series of large screens
and paperwork spanning a large oak table. He was also alone and Duo made a loud and exaggerated
sigh as he walked into the room to get Heero's attention. "You planning on coming home at all?" Heero looked up from his laptop, met Duo's eye and then
grunted and turned back to the screen. "Deadline." "Fuck the deadline, you need food and sleep goddamn
it, 'Ro." Heero ignored him and Duo rolled his eyes, walked over
and plopped the food down and put the coffee within easy reach though
away from valuable paperwork. Duo had been alone at home - Trowa as the only active
field agent among them was away on a mission and he'd waited for Heero
- read on his tablet, took his bike out for an hour, cooked and then
ate alone. And now he was annoyed. The Preventers may pay overtime but it was nearly midnight
and he doubted whether Heero had eaten or even looked up from a screen
properly in his work day. Or if he had it would've been to look at
some read outs. No other members of his team were there - all gone home
and Duo just wanted Heero to come home with him - he was damn worried
about his obsessive need to be perfect at work and he'd barely seen
him the past week. It felt like even in a three way relationship,
at times, he was still alone and that stung. "Okay, I'll leave you," Duo said as Heero
was looking closely at his work. "Just come home at some point,
please?" He turned and was about to leave when Heero spoke softly,
his voice quiet in the war room. "It's intel for Trowa's mission." That stalled Duo's exit and he walked back, grabbed
at a chair and removed his leather jacket before sitting beside Heero. "So I guess I'm staying," Duo said, looking
at incomprehensible data on read outs. "Duo - " "No," he interrupted, "I love him too,
remember? You coulda just told me that's what you were working on
- I woulda cut you some slack and helped you out." He leaned over, moved the dark hair from Heero's deep
blue eyes and kissed him gently on the lips. "I worry too." Heero nodded and leaned into Duo, returning the kiss
with a little more tongue and a little more fire so that when they
pulled apart Duo felt a little heated and a little turned on. Instead
of acting on that, he coughed and looked at all the work surrounding
them. "So how do I help?" Heero snorted. "You don't. You sit there quietly
and watch me work." The bluntness made Duo chuckle and feign indignation.
"Hey! You know I've got mad skills at…" He waved his
hand vaguely. "Whatever it is you do." Heero gave him a small smile that on anyone else would
be a full beam. "Just stay until I get this done." There were many things he could say to that - of course
he fucking would if he was wanted and needed. And if this all was
to keep Trowa safe and alive, then he would help in any way he could.
Even if it was just sitting with Heero. So he smiled and nodded. "Any time, 'Ro."
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