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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 " Birthday There were plenty of things that Heero had in common with Duo and Trowa. The unusual childhoods. The lack of real parents. The fact none of them had a real name that they had been given. Yet the one that was insignificant to Heero but had caused some difficulty was their dates of birth and birthdays. None of them knew them. They knew their ages and knew their years of birth but none of them had a date. It was when they became official citizens, when paperwork was drawn up, when they first started the relationship that they had now, that they were forced to choose a date. Duo had chosen the 1st April - April Fools Day. He'd snickered as he filled it into a box with a thin black pen. "It's some kinda universal cosmic joke I'm alive still so gotta be April 1st, right?" Heero didn't quite understand at the time, later he did, and it troubled him slightly to think of all those times Duo had been close to death during the war - captured, hurt, fighting losing battles. It had been more fun to pick Trowa's as he didn't care - he'd found a calendar wall chart and pinned it up on the wall. Then Trowa and Duo had proceeded to get drunk, Heero watching cautiously as Trowa brought out a throwing knife and whichever date it hit would be his birthday. It hit July 27th. It was decided. The night ended with sloppy drunk kisses and Heero being vaguely annoyed by his lovers until they dragged him down to the floor in apology. Alcohol only made them more horny, more attentive and really Heero couldn't complain. And when it came to Heero, he thought for a while, unsure, not knowing whether to do the random Trowa method or Duo's more thoughtful approach but then he paused, looked at his hands and remembered the last time he fought in his Gundam and he wrote the date in the box. Duo had raised an eyebrow at his choice. "December 25th? Christmas?" "That's the date my new life started." As it was, the day after his last battle in his Gundam, after the last time he was forced to be the so called Perfect Soldier. The 25th of December was when the boy who had saved the world was laid to rest and the man was born. ~ * ~ |
