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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 " Coffee Duo was usually a morning person. People always thought
he wouldn't be – that he would be the one lying in bed, stretching
out, staying there all day like some teenager but really, it was rare
that Duo was the last one out of the bed. And today he was. He blamed
the damn trainees. Those kids he was quite tempted to punch at times
– he'd fought two wars by the time he was sixteen and he had
to stand in front, and be mocked by, irritating green recruits and
Duo was slowly losing patience with his position within the Preventer
organisation. Maybe it was time to go back in the field… Back
with Trowa. He wasn't sure how Heero would take it but damn if he
had to ask someone to put away their cell one last time then his recruits
were going to meet Shinigami. So Duo stretched, his muscles popping and a bone going
back into place or something and he got up, grabbing a baggy shirt
from the floor – Trowa's – and putting it on. He could smell
coffee and he hummed happily. Least they'd got up without him and
made coffee. Walking out of the bedroom, Duo suddenly stopped as
he heard noises – distinct noises and he walked towards the living
room of the apartment, his eyes catching the action going on. Of course,
he figured it out straight away when he heard breathy grunts and moans
and the sound of flesh slapping together and he only raised one eyebrow
as he watched Trowa ride Heero, his hands propped on Heero's chest,
his head thrown back and hair covering his eyes. It was quite the
morning sight and Duo reached down and adjusted his morning erection
which had seemed to have a life of its own as soon as he saw the two
gorgeous men he lived with fucking. But despite how damn gorgeous they looked, naked, sweaty
– post-run, Duo was guessing – he walked to the kitchen
and poured himself a cup of coffee into his favoured black mug, returning
back to the living room and sipping at it, admiring the curve of Trowa's
ass and the way Heero's hands were gripping at his hips. This time they realised his presence and Trowa turned
to look, his eyes heavy lidded and a moan spilling from his lips as
Heero had apparently chosen that moment to thrust upwards. "You can… join…" he panted out and
Duo shook his head, walked around the couch and took a seat on the
comfy leather recliner chair, lying back and smirking. "Naw… you two go ahead. I wanna admire the
view." Duo did – sipping his coffee, palming at his own
cock for relief at times as he watched them move and kiss and touch.
As damn… watching Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton fuck each other's
brains out was something that Duo could really enjoy. But before he
joined in, he needed his coffee. ~End~
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