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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 " Needle The sound of the tattoo gun was loud, insistent and
Heero was fascinated watching it as the needles quickly darted in
and out of Duo's skin. Duo was laid on his stomach, half naked; his braid curled
up beside him and a young man with a beard and covered in tattoos
was currently making a permanent mark on his skin. Heero didn't really see the point but Duo said getting
tattooed together would be a bonding experience. He tried not to snicker
at that - when they had all fucked each other in every imaginable
way, what more of a bonding experience was required? He saw Trowa looking at the various posters and tattoo
options but turned his attention back to Duo, seeing his pale skin
be marked with black lines. "Does it hurt?" "Naw, like a cat scratch, you know?" Heero nodded and took the seat beside him, oddly fascinated
by the process as a skull surrounded by roses had begun to be etched
into Duo's right shoulder, the artist following his own stencils line. They weren't getting matching, nothing that proclaimed
their unorthodox relationship was being injected into their skins
but each of them had picked something different. Trowa was getting
a blade on his hip in a traditional style - covering an old wound
that he'd never explained its origins and Duo was currently in the
process of the skull, the roses to follow. And while Heero had taken a while to decide he had chosen
something. Even if he had been coerced into the idea in the first
place by Duo sat in his lap, rocking into him, and promising all the
sexual favours he could ask for if he did this. One of the samples of artwork featured an angel and
while he had no religion affiliation, the wings reminded him of a
past he felt conflicted about but one that had brought the two most
important people into his life. He watched as Duo's tattoo was finished, the residual
ink and blood wiped away and the tattoo artist took a brief break
before being ready for Heero. "You can still back out, you know," Duo said
with a chuckle, "I'll still give you the best head you've ever
had while Trowa fucks you, babe." Heero smirked, reached forward and ran his fingers down
Duo's naked arm. "No, I agree, I want it." Duo looked a little puzzled but didn't say anything
more as Heero hopped up onto the table, the angel being placed between
his shoulder blades so that the wings outstretched over back. And
while the needles drove it and out of his skin, the dull pain reassuring,
he didn't need to tell Duo and Trowa why he was getting the tattoo
or what it meant to him. As to him it was symbolic of leaving that
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