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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 " Glasses It was a rare occurrence for Trowa to be at home alone
so he was relishing the rare opportunity, smoking freely, listening
to some classical music and reading a book that Quatre had gifted
him some time ago. A peace offering. It had been a small gift but thoughtful - a first edition
of his war torn favourite - The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe .
And while he'd read it many times since his Captain had given it to
him, he was reading it carefully, turning the pages with cautious
fingers. He was sat in only loose pyjama pants, his cigarettes
on the coffee table, a glass of aged whiskey and he was relaxing,
stretching his long legs out on the couch. And despite the fact he
enjoyed the rare moments of solitude, Trowa did miss the presence
of his lovers - Duo's vibrant smile and playful sexuality and Heero's
intense expressions and powerful personality. Yet he only looked up
briefly from his book, looked around the apartment for a moment before
he moved his glasses on his face, and turned back to the book. The glasses. He'd needed them and usually Trowa wore
contacts not liking the disadvantage that wearing glasses gave him.
Duo teased him that the only reason he needed them was all those years
of having hair over his eye and fucking with his vision. And Trowa
only grunted in response to that. He was wearing them now as he was tired having returned
recently from a mission and he didn't want to put contacts in his
exhausted eyes. As he read, Trowa felt the tiredness from the mission
consume him and his head drop onto his chest and it was some time
later when he felt hands on his face, carefully lifting off his glasses. His eyes fluttering open, Trowa saw Duo crouched near
him, smiling. "Hey, sleepy head." Trowa grunted and looked up to see Heero there too.
"Back, huh?" "Always come back, right?" He sat up, running fingers through his hair and he looked
up as Duo got to his feet. "How was the awards?" "Bullshit," Duo answered, "be glad you
avoided it." Trowa nodded sleepily and he felt Duo grab for him,
dragging him to stand. "Never award the real heroes." And Trowa leant in for a kiss, pressing their lips together
as he didn't want to talk about whether he deserved some award for
all the missions he almost never came back from. All he wanted was
to do his duty, have the men he loved in his life and have these brief
moments to himself. That's all that mattered. |
