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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 " Brink The smoke was thick, heavy, and Trowa was crawling along
the floor in what was left of the clean air, his gun in his hand as
he tried to make his exit. It was useless, the fumes were in his lungs,
his hands were shaking and he felt a deep nausea in his stomach that
kept threatening to stop his movements all together. He couldn't breathe,
his body had suffered some small abrasions, and some less minor injuries,
he was steadily bleeding from where some shrapnel had embedded into
his side during the first explosions that rocked the warehouse. He knew he wasn't getting out, tried to accept it but
fuck, he was not lying down in the middle of the warehouse and giving
up. He had people that needed him. Fuck. He had to get out. Trowa
crawled a little bit further, feeling blackness begin to close in
and he tried to stay awake and not lose consciousness but found his
body slumping and the cold concrete floor suddenly seemed comfortable.
It was as his eyes began to shut and his body collapsed, that his
mind drifted as it had done so long ago in the depth of space and
that time he'd had nothing to think of in those seconds of near death,
but this time he did. He thought of Duo and Heero, at home, in their
bed and that was the last image in his head as he faded into black. The next time Trowa woke up, he was confused, expecting
still to be on the floor of the warehouse but instead he was in a
bed, in a white room, and as he opened his green eyes more fully,
he could see he was in a hospital bed, hooked up to wires. His head
was fuzzy as he moved it and his body felt… weird. But then he
guessed he was sedated or medicated. Something. On moving his head, he saw the couch opposite the bed
and he smiled, the small movement on his cracked lips hurting as he
saw Heero and Duo there, asleep. Heero was sat, his head slumped against
his chest, and Duo had his head across his lap, Heero having one of
his hands with Duo's braid wrapped around it. The slight movement
of his head obviously woke them, or maybe the noise of his increased
heart rate on the monitor as there was movement as he let his head
fall back onto his pillow. He closed his eyes briefly, tiredness rolling
in, as he heard soft footsteps. "Tro'?" He heard Duo's voice and remembered the moment he thought
he wouldn't see him again. Trowa opened his eyes a little and saw
both Duo and Heero stood over the bed, he tried to form words but
his mind was foggy but that didn't matter. He was safe, they were
here and he smiled as he felt Duo climb onto the hospital bed beside
him, carefully moving his arm so that it was around his body and Trowa
could feel his firm chest and his warmth against his side, his hair
against his skin as Heero sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his
other hand and threaded their fingers together. They were talking to him, he felt a kiss brush his cheek
and one brush his lips that he didn't have the ability to reciprocate
in his drugged state but he felt the comfort of their bodies, the
feel of their skins, and unlike that first near death experience in
space, this time he cared that he'd survived as he had something to
come back from the brink for.
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