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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 " Smirk Most people thought Heero Yuy didn't show a lot of emotion on his face, that he kept his expressions neutral but then most people didn't know Heero like Trowa did. The only other person that did was Duo and he knew each subtle look Heero gave as well. The one that was devestating, that brought him to his knees was when Heero smirked. It was different to Duo's - he was playful, a little quirk of lips that hinted fun and a tease. Heero's was dark, sexy, and meant that Trowa would find himself pushed against a wall, pinned to a bed or find his hands held roughly above his head. It was the same look he had when he'd piloted his Gundam, when he'd stood down the barrel of a gun - a look that said danger and barely supressed violence under the cool exterior. And now it was only used as foreplay, as a method of showing his intention and it was a look that led to Trowa being where he was, trapped by Heero's stare, that small lift of his lips, fucked slowly by him as Duo held him, Duo's lips on Trowa's neck as Heero slowly moved inside him. The smirk had doomed him as Heero arrived home - that look dark and sexy and erotic had been all that was needed to be taken to bed, to have lips wrapped around his cock and when Duo arrived home, that look had been all that had been required for him to join in - for all three of them to be sweaty, sticky, lips sliding against lips and bodies grinding together. And as it got too damn much - Duo's hands ghosting over his abs, palming his dick, and Heero's confident thrusts - and Trowa reached for Heero, for that cocky smug expression and kissed it off his face, their tongues warring, until he felt himself coming, unable to continue fucking Heero's mouth when the intense rush of orgasm was shattering his body and senses. His eyes closed as he came and he felt Heero's body, powerful, against his own thrusting hard until he felt the sticky sensation of Heero's release deep inside. Trowa looked up after the intensity began to fade, saw
Heero's body glistening with sweat and that smirk was on his face,
the smirk that always said sex and danger but now was not directed
at him as Trowa felt Duo, still hard behind him, and he moved lazily,
watching then as Heero sucked Duo's cock, and Trowa couldn't help
the smirk crossing his face as he watched. ~ * ~ |
