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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 " Sick As Duo cracked one eye open, his head hammered and he
groaned at the feelings he was experiencing – a dry scratchy
throat, gummy eyes, a blocked nose. He raised his head a little off
the pillow to observe his surroundings and then returned to lying
down as he felt the room spin a little. He closed his eyes, moved his hand over his clammy forehead
and laid flat on his back taking deep breaths. Heero wasn't in bed
– that much he'd figured and they were supposed to be having
a relaxing and sexy Saturday morning in bed. Trowa was away on some
covert op and when Trowa was away, they attempted to distract themselves
as best they could so that they didn't think of the potential danger
he was in. So they had planned to spend Saturday morning fucking around
and the rest of the day on a bike ride, racing each other and wearing
each other so that when they got home, they'd sleep and forget that
Trowa was somewhere risking his life. But those plans had changed, Duo figured, as he tried
to move out of the cocoon of covers and attempted to get up. It was
as if Heero had heard his grunting, groaning and general noises of
complaint, as he appeared in the doorway, a glare on his face and
arms folded. "Stay in bed." Duo glared back. "I'm fine, just a little head
cold is all," he protested and to show he was perfectly fine,
he threw his legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand
up. Which was not entirely successful as they wobbled a bit and sat
back down. "You have flu." "I don' have flu, just got up too quick." The next protests died on his lips as he tried another
move, his body feeling utterly weak, and he ended up back sat on the
bed, a little dizzy and breathless with Heero hovering over him, his
blue eyes intense and a little stern. "In bed," he ordered and Duo rolled his eyes,
lying back down, waving his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He closed his eyes again, his head finding a comfortable
spot on the pillow and he felt the rustle of the covers and the movement
of another body joining him in the bed. Duo rolled onto his side and
found Heero's arm around his waist, his mouth against his shoulder
and he sighed, pushing back into the warmth of Heero's chest. "I hate being sick," Duo said. "I know," was the soft answer. As Duo knew he was the worst sick person – hated
staying in bed, hated being exhausted, hated feeling like he was weak.
It reminded him of bad memories, it reminded him of people coughing
up blood and it reminded him of a boy dying in his arms. And Heero
knew that, just as Trowa did, and while Duo had never told them everything,
it didn't matter as they knew he hated the vulnerable feeling. "Keep me company?" "Always." |
