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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 " Moving There were few things that could make Duo's mood lighter
on this day. Not strong coffee, not a sneaky smoke, not a lie in bed
as shit, he'd been dreading leaving his first true home. He'd lived in places but all of them had been brief
but this house… This house had been different and Duo had imagined
the three of them getting old in the place - him and Trowa smoking
on the stoop, him and Heero drinking tea while they laid together
on their couch, reading on tablets, quietly enjoying each other's
company. And then there were the memories of the three of them - memories
that went from the mundane to the X-rated. Fucking and blowjobs and
handjobs exchanged in various locations, a small smirk on his face
as he recalled those moments. There was little that could cheer him up as the move
had been forced - their location compromised, an attempt made on their
sanctuary that Duo, alone, had thwarted but it still meant they had
to move. The new apartment was in a high tech high rise - larger
space, access to a gym and pool, a rooftop terrace and shit, the size
of the bedroom gave Duo's dirty mind a million scenarios but still… He'd miss this place. Duo had been little help during the packing up, his
wrist dislocated from the scuffle with four armed men breaking into
his home so he had "supervised" Heero and Trowa's work,
occasionally whistling inappropriately when he saw a hint of abs or
ass as they picked up furniture to take the van they'd hired. And it seemed that only one thing could shake Duo out
of his melancholy mood - watching two former trained Gundam pilots
figure out how the fuck to get the couch out of the house, swearing
and grunting at each other as it seemed it would not fit out of the
thin hallway and neither would it go through the back due to the new
kitchen counters they'd installed since buying the place. After hearing threats levelled and worrying that they'd
kill each other, Duo intervened. "Let's leave it here, we can buy a new one and
all." Heero gave one glance to Trowa and instead of holding
the couch at an awkward angle to get it around a corner, they backed
up, dropping it in the living room with an angry thud. "We thought you wanted to keep everything from
here," Heero said and Duo's eyebrows shot up into his bangs at
the comment. Duo walked over to where Heero looked a little puzzled
and he could smell sweat and see the sheen on his skin. It made his
pulse race faster and in an instant, he used his good hand and dragged
him in for a kiss with teeth and tongue. The kiss only lasted as long as Duo felt Trowa behind
him, nipping at his neck, the action making him moan and slip his
mouth away from Heero's lips. "I just…" Duo started as he batted away
Trowa's attention for a moment. "I'm just gonna miss this place
and the memories… This was the first place I felt I belonged." He felt Trowa's mouth on his neck again, this time raining
butterfly kisses over his skin and Heero stepped closer. "We'll have a new home. New memories." And Duo nodded, his control starting to slip and he
panted out words as Heero's hands slid to his chest. "I think we better say goodbye to the couch…
In the best fucking way." |
