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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 " Clarity The beach was deserted in the early morning light, the
sun would rise soon and Heero planned on staying until it did - now
sat on the cold sand, his feet dug into it as if anchoring himself
into it. It was a little cold in the early morning despite him
being on a secluded beach in the Bahamas but Heero didn't feel it
- didn't feel the cold from the water as it had brushed his ankles
as he'd waded through it on his walk. He'd finally decided to stop
- watch the sun rise and then he'd go back to the cottage and find
Duo and Trowa wrapped around each other, naked and asleep as they
had been when he left. Being by the ocean reminded him of just after the Barton
Rebellion - of being moved to a hospital in Sanc, his care paid for
and provided by Relena. And it reminded him of the day that he left
that hospital and walked to the beach and just began to walk into
the ocean, the water soothing on his skin as it lapped around him. He saw no purpose for himself and his confused feelings
were not helped when Duo and Trowa hovered around his bedside most
of the time – until one night, when he'd been drifting to sleep,
he'd seen them kiss - Duo tilting his head up to the taller boys,
their hands all over each other in a display of intimacy that he'd
had with both of them. It confused him enough to go to the ocean,
thinking it appropriate, he should've just let Wing ZERO lie there
after his fight with Wufei and slowly slipped away. But Duo had been there as he always had, in the water
- grabbing at him, punching him - telling him he was an asshole as
he was important to people. "Fuckin' hell Heero, you're too important to me,"
he'd pleaded, wet and cold, his hands on Heero's shirt. "You and Trowa…?" Heero had let it hang
there. "We both want you, asshole. So no self-destructing,
ya hear me?" And that had been that, it took time and adjustment,
people judgmental but both Duo and Trowa were there in his confused
state post-war - providing clarity, guidance, steady hands and firm
kisses. The sun began to rise and Heero watched it, marveling
at the Earth's beauty, wishing for a second that one or both of them
were awake - yet he stood, walked back up the beach to their secluded
cottage, walking through it, shedding clothes, and sliding back into
bed, naked, against Duo. Duo reacted straight away, the cold of his body and
hands waking him, and he turned over to face him, blurry eyed and
yawning. "You okay?" "Yeah, just watched the sunrise." A little smile crossed Duo's face and he nuzzled at
Heero's throat, slid his fingers down Heero's chest, their activities
waking Trowa who added his hands and mouth, until they were all hot,
hard and ready - Heero feeling eternally lucky he had them both. They were his light in his dark. They were his answer
to confusion. They were his clarity and he found it in their touches,
in their bodies, in moving between them in tandem - fucking and being
fucked - in reaching a high that was incomparable to anything - both
of them all he'd ever want. |
