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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 " Rainfall The rainfall was splattering against the windows and
when Heero first woke he thought it was automatic machine gun fire,
his senses making him reach for a weapon and then pausing as he felt
the warmth of a body pressed against him. He frowned, looking to see
Trowa sprawled across the bed, his long limbs taking over a lot of
the space. The space that Duo must've vacated. Heero left the bed, watching briefly as Trowa spread
out further, mildly amused by that. Yeah, he was quite a bit taller
than either he or Duo but still, he didn't need that much space. He padded out of the room in search of Duo, checking
the spare bedroom where the bed was still as it was – unruffled,
undisturbed before checking bathroom, living room and kitchen. On
finding him in none of those places, he walked to the door of their
home and tried the handle to see it was unlocked. They never left anything unlocked. They had extreme
paranoia – justified as once a document had been released by
an ex-OZ officer with a grudge within Preventer which revealed their
names, ages, and in which area they lived. It was no more specific
than that but Heero figured someone determined enough track them down.
Anger fuelled relatives of people that had died at the hands of their
Gundams. Duo was sitting on the stoop, dressed in boxers and
one of Trowa's hoodies – too big for him, making him appear smaller.
Duo had a habit of stealing their clothes and Heero liked it –
finding that a t-shirt with his lingering scent was oddly comforting. He was smoking and he didn't hide it, neither was he
concerned about the rain soaking him entirely. Heero stepped out into
the rain, dressed only in shorts, his body barely feeling the temperature
change. Sometimes he hated what had been done to him – those
things he didn't feel. He didn't need to seek warmth in blankets like
Duo and Trowa did, wrapping themselves up in them and each other and
that made him feel a little sad – left out at times. Heero moved to sit beside him on the wet concrete and
he didn't say anything as he never needed to with Duo. Instead, Duo
just slid into his arms, as naturally as breathing, and Heero rested
his head on top of his wet hair – smelling him and cigarettes
and the fresh clean smell of a spring storm. Duo was his first. There was nothing he could do to
deny the feelings he had for him – complete love that made him
sometimes wish he'd been enough for him. But alone, just them, they
had been volatile and violent and incompatible. They needed Trowa
to balance. To soothe. His calm voice. His sharp eyes. His slow, sensual
passion in counterpoint to their fiery lust. "You done?" Heero asked quietly. Heero didn't ask a multitude of questions – he
didn't need to know why Duo was out in the rain or why he was smoking
as he knew every reason. And they didn't need to go over them again.
Picking over old wounds. "Yeah," he said, taking a last drag of the
cigarette and putting it out on the wet floor. Heero gently kissed the top of his head and they went
back inside to hear the whistle of boiling water. Trowa was standing
in the kitchen, half asleep it seemed, making tea with whiskey and
honey and Heero went over to him as Duo left to dry his skin and change
his clothes. "He okay?" Heero nodded. "He always is." Their lips met, unhurried, and though Duo was his first,
Trowa was his second, and was just as important to him. |
