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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 " Breathe None of them had had conventional childhoods or ones
that even resembled vaguely normal. Heero had spent his early years
trying to not upset a man who killed people for a living while learning
how to do those things himself. Then he had been with Doctor J. in
those sterile labs, training everyday - an endless routine of treadmills
and weapons tests and a battery of medical experimentation. After that there was a war, then another battle, until
finally Heero's life was as it was now began - one that involved a
relationship with two men. Which again wasn't conventional but fuck
if he cared. Due to the nature of Heero Yuy's life in the first twenty
three years of existence, normal things were out of his comfort zone.
Or what other people considered normal. One thing normal people enjoyed
that still baffled Heero was the concept of free time - of having
nothing to do and no where to go and even now, a lazy Saturday, he
struggled to just lie in bed and enjoy the sensation. He felt he should be somewhere but he had no where to
be. Or that he should do something but again, nothing he had to be
doing. But Heero still found it hard - even laid between two
naked men, Trowa's breath near his face, Duo's braid across his chest
where Heero had let it rest so that he could play with that length
of hair. Breathe. That's what Duo had said, to take a breath
and stop and think. And Heero was trying to do that - take a deep
breath and relax and enjoy a simple moment. Enjoy the pleasure of
being in bed long after he should, the feel of their bodies close
by, and the knowledge he didn't have to be anywhere. It was hard to relax but as Duo shifted, aware maybe
that someone was toying with his hair, he looked over his shoulder,
voice still sleepy. "You okay?" "Yeah, just breathing." Duo chuckled and turned over, the movement in the bed
obviously waking Trowa as well as a groan of annoyance at being woken
was heard, and Duo was smiling, his lips close, ready to kiss. "Yeah, well you keep doing that, kinda important
that you do." Heero didn't explain what he meant - that he was taking
that breath, that moment to relax, but he didn't care as Duo was kissing
him, warm and sloppy and needy, morning breath be damned. Trowa had rolled over, ignoring them, grunting something
about them wearing him out last night but expecting at least a blowjob
later. But Heero just smirked and attacked, pinning Duo to the bed,
kissing down his jaw and throat, intending to take his breath away
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