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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 " Laptop Duo had threatened to throw it out of the window. Trowa
had tried to put it in the tub once, when the shower was on, and Heero
had managed to tackle him, both of then falling to the floor and Duo
watching from the doorway, smirking as it turned into wrestling, then
turned into groping, then turned into making out, Duo whining about
not being included but then made a comment about the visual being
"fuckin' hot." Yet despite both Duo and Trowa's hatred of Heero's faithful
laptop, it still worked and he was not giving the thing up. It may be because he could work from home, analyse data
from the comfort of the makeshift office or from the couch or bed
rather than work overtime at the office. But then it was also because
it was one of his few belongings and while it was a stupid thing to
be sentimental about - it was old and regularly had to be upgraded
and refitted - Heero couldn't help it as it was one thing that was
his from the war. That he owned. That he still had. So he was sat in bed, reading through some new intelligence
just in even though it was late. Trowa was leaning against his right
side, his eyes closed and Duo's head was pillowed on his thigh, both
of them relaxing, dozing, as he worked. As he typed, quietly, he stopped occasionally, listened
to their breathing and smirked, thinking of their times to attempt
to destroy his one sentimental belonging and their failures to do
so. And maybe it was just an old computer, maybe it was
now just a shell of the old thing, the original components long since
gone, but Heero kept it, held onto it as it was his. He let his fingers drift from the keyboard, touching
Trowa's arm gently and then reaching for Duo's head, gently moving
aside his bangs from his face, his eyes fluttering from the attention.
Maybe when he was a soldier, a boy in the middle of war, he'd had
very little that belonged to him so a stupid computer had been important
but now he had two people that he loved, that were there for him and
he closed down his laptop, not needing to damn work as he had something
else that was his now. And they both hated his fucking laptop - or
more his dedication to his job. Duo's eyes cracked open and he moved up Heero's body,
taking the computer off his lap and dropping it on the floor a little
roughly. "Hey," Heero protested and that woke Trowa. "No more work, right, Tro'?" Heero watched a little look pass between Duo and Trowa,
something that hinted he was in trouble. "Whatever just don't break my laptop." With that comment, Duo crawled over his body, his thighs
straddling him and his breath hot against his mouth. "We don't plan on doing anything to your precious
laptop… you… well, maybe we got some ideas about what we
can do to you, babe." Heero shivered as a mouth descended on his nipple and
Duo's body languidly moved against him - his brain forgetting anything
about work and they could break his laptop into tiny pieces as long
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