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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 " Plague The party was dull, Trowa wearing his enforced suit
as it was a black tie event and he was watching from the edge of the
room as people flitted past carrying champagne. They attended as Quatre
was making an effort, making an attempt to come to terms with their
three-way relationship and while there was not approval, it was slowly
getting somewhere. Healing that fractured relationship. Heero was speaking with the blond man, Trowa had yet
to feeling that he had nothing to say – he had never told Quatre
he wanted a relationship nor that he had feelings for him but still
he felt a little responsible for how things had happened. It didn't
mean that he felt he could articulate it. It was then as he eyed up Heero, that he realised that
Duo was missing, he had been at the bar talking to Wufei but now Wufei
was talking to some old guy in a suit and Duo was nowhere to be seen.
Trowa quickly scanned the room and then walked out of the party guessing
that Duo had gone for a smoke. It was something Trowa was tempted
to do. He went outside, finding a few people stood talking
in the brisk night air, and walked silently towards Duo, leaning against
the wall in the shadows, his gaze looking into nothingness. "Got a smoke?" he asked to which Duo jumped
having not heard him. "Jesus, fuck, babe! I'm gonna put a bell around
your neck one day." Trowa just arched an eyebrow and Duo offered him a cigarette,
Trowa lighting it with a small silver lighter, engraved, that Duo
had bought him once. They both leaned against the wall and Trowa didn't press,
didn't ask, knowing that Duo would only speak if necessary. "You know I should stop smoking these… don't
wanna die coughing up my lungs. I've seen that shit." And Duo went quiet again, finished his cigarette as
he looked away, into the distance as this was what Duo's disappearance
from the party was about. It wasn't about Quatre, or the rich people,
or whatever. Duo had been quiet for a few days, pre-occupied and distant.
Both he and Heero had noted it but knew not to ask, not to press and
instead, they waited for Duo to say anything. "You ever seen someone die like that? You know,
coughing up blood and shit?" "Yeah," he answered. He didn't elaborate – didn't need to say about
sicknesses that had travelled through temporary homes, how he'd spent
so much of his childhood in areas decimated by poverty and fighting,
and with that, he'd seen people dead or dying like that. A yeah was
all that was needed. Trowa knew enough about L2 – enough about
the viruses, the plagues that ripped through that colony, to know
why Duo asked. Instead of talking about it, Trowa took a deep drag
of his cigarette before throwing it to the floor and letting the embers
die out, and then grabbed at Duo's chin, kissing him, their mouths
tasting of smoke and alcohol. "We should go and find Heero," Trowa said
softly as they separated and Duo nodded, a small smile gracing his
face. "Thanks." "For what?" "Just for being here for me." And Trowa leaned down for one more kiss, whispering
"always" against his mouth before their lips joined softly. |
