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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 " Scars Trowa mouthed down Duo's spine, his lips against each
ridge, each bump, tasting skin, his lazy movement stopped at the line
of boxer shorts, then travelling back up his body, licking gently
at the skin until he was at the juncture of his shoulder and neck.
Duo's back was covered in scars, as was his, as was Heero's. Puckers
of marred flesh, thin lines of white, healed but never quite disappearing,
a road-map of their lives. It was 5.30 am. Half-light filtered through the pale
curtains, morning soon and Duo was making small noises in his half
asleep state, encouraging Trowa. His hips moved automatically, seeking
out friction against Heero's side, and Trowa couldn't help the small
smile against pale skin, as he slid his fingers down Duo's chest,
continuing open-mouthed kisses at his neck and shoulder blades as
he ghosted his fingertips over abs, nipples. He felt all those scars, ones from OZ torture, ones
from his childhood, ones from debris in a Gundam cockpit and as his
hand reached lower. Duo's head moved, looking back over his shoulder
and then he turned, meeting Trowa's lips, their tongues sliding, hips
moving against each other, grinding, hands seeking out firm muscles
encased in damaged skin. Trowa knew they needed to move on, needed to be moving
in tandem, fully naked and hot and hard. He released Duo's lips and
he heard a soft chuckle from the other side of the bed and lifted
his head to look over Duo's shoulder to see Heero watching, eyes deep
and dark with lust. "How long have you been awake?" Trowa asked. "Since you started." Duo shifted in between them, his hand grabbing Heero's
hair and pulling him close for a kiss that Trowa could only watch,
feeling his own desire heighten. "You wanna join in?" Duo's voice was a whisper
against Heero's lips. Heero shook his head. "Let me watch." He did – watched them, watched Trowa worship every
inch of Duo's scarred skin, watched as they moved slick against each
other, watched as they came, and in aftermath, Trowa ran his lips
over Heero's chest – tracing his scars as two sets of hands explored
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