"Three"

Written By: ExecutiveShrimp

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. Written for pleasure not profit.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Yaoi, threesome, lemon

Pairings: 5x1, 5x2x1, 2x1

Summary: Boy falls in love with roommate. Roommate has a boyfriend. There seems to be only one solution.

"Three"

Part Five

I applied myself to my school work and my music. With the new earnings I bought a sophisticated recording and mixing program, for my new laptop. I plugged my headphones into the keyboard and played away most of the days. As a form of practice, I spread flyers at the park, grocery stores and coffee shops, advertising myself as a piano-teacher. I taught a couple of kids how to play 'Chopsticks' for seven bucks per hour. It wasn't very glamorous, but neither was shooting porn vids. It didn't matter much to me that the 'musical talent' of my students was cringe worthy, I liked how happy they looked when they finished a piece without missing a key and how proud the parents of one girl were when we had a miniature recital at her house. Of course I didn't tell them that the twelve-year-old's pacing was off and that she played the finale two keys too low. Music was about more than being played right, at its core, it was only about being played; it didn't matter which way.

Our video was uploaded but even though I had a free membership and full access to the site, I resisted watching it. Seeing it wouldn't help me in any way, shape, or form. I had to be mindful of the fact that after the conversation I had had with Heero one morning over breakfast, I wouldn't be invited into the bedroom again, in spite of what Heero had said. Since we had more or less confessed we had feelings for each other, sex would be much more loaded. If I would be invited, I would accept without hesitation, but I had to prepare for a possible let-down. Jerking-off to our own sex-tape was not a logical part of that preparation.

I had my headphones on so I didn't hear the knock on my door. It wasn't until my gaze followed my hand to the far left of the keyboard to hit the sharp C that I saw someone in my peripheral vision and I practically jumped out of my seat and deafened myself punching on a handful of keys at the same time.

Heero apologized and explained sheepishly: "I knocked."

I took off my headphones. "It's okay, I was just..." I made a dismissive gesture with my hand and put away my music sheets. I tried not to look at him and at the same time not come off as if I was avoiding looking at him; a very delicate and challenging balance. I didn't want to look too long and notice how his legs went on for days in those amazing leather pants, or notice how his blue shirt drew taut around his chest and I could see the shape of his nipples. Was it cold in here?

"What were you playing?"

"Something stupid." Before he would think I was insulting one of the classics, I elaborated: "Something I wrote myself."

"Is it for an assignment?"

"Uh, no. Lately I've just been... trying to write some stuff, you know?"

He leaned his hip against the doorpost. "Will you play one of your songs for me someday?"

"Someday, sure. They're not ready yet, though. What's up?"

"I scored a ninety-eight percent on my advanced virtual reality programming course-"

"Congratulations!"

"Actually, I'm kind of pissed about the two percent, so WuFei and I are going to go dancing. Angry dry-humping on the dance floor always works for me." He grinned. "If you want to come..."

I shook my head. Going out with the two of them would either end in an awkward evening of me being the odd-man out, or an even more awkward evening of us as a three-way couple. That was a little too daunting for me at the time. "Nah, I'm going to stay in."

"Do you have any more tests tomorrow?"

"Nope, all done. And I have the whole week off before the next semester starts. And then it's only a few more weeks until spring break, so..." I rambled on.

"How did you do?"

"Huh?"

"On your exams?" He clarified.

"I feel pretty good about it. Not 'ninety-eight-percent' good, but-... you know?" I shrugged and smiled at him.

"Great." He opened his mouth to say something else, perhaps extend the invitation to join them once more, just to be sure, but he was cut off by his phone beeping and humming as it vibrated. He fished it out of the back pocket of his tight leather pants and looked at the screen. "That's WuFei, he's waiting for me downstairs. I'll see you later."

"Bye. Have fun."

He shut the door behind him, but before he did I got a nice glimpse of his ass and he may very well have engineered it that way.

Ahh, those pants are awesome, I thought to myself with an audible groan.

I placed my headphones over my ears again and continued playing, in an attempt to keep my mind from wandering, but I achieved mixed results. Sometimes, as I heard the notes, I vividly imagined Heero swaying his hips to an entirely different rhythm of pounding music, grinding his pelvis against WuFei. I slowed the pacing to something far too boring to dance to and the imagine vanished.

Heero didn't come home that night and that caused self-doubt to gnaw at me. Maybe, if I had gone with them, we would be having a great time together, instead of me sitting alone in my room, thinking of what they would be doing without me.

It was early in the morning and I was sitting at the breakfast bar. I hadn't gotten much sleep, I had been tossing and turning and even though I was exhausted, I couldn't stand to stay in that bed any longer. Sleeping-in was not going to happen anyway. I didn't bother with cereal and instead nursed a cup of strong, black coffee on an empty stomach. I straightened up when I heard a jingle of keys at the other side of the door. I watched as Heero stumbled in.

"You're up," He observed.

"Hn." I looked him up and down. He was in last night's clothes. The leather pants looked as good as ever but the shirt was rumpled, as was his hair. The I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-after-a-long-night-of-wild-lovemaking look was a good look on him, but I narrowed my eyes at it. I didn't like that he looked that way without me having had something to do with it. "Did you have fun?"

He leaned back against the door and grinned sloppily. "Sure."

I chuckled and got up from my seat to pour him a cup. "You are still drunk."

"A little bit, yeah," He disclosed.

"Sit down, before you keel over."

With uncoordinated movements he hoisted himself onto the other barstool. He accepted the coffee I handed him with thankful eyes, but he made a face after the first sip. "God, that's strong."

"I'll make you some breakfast to go with that."

"French toast?" He mewled pathetically.

"Sure." I set to work and ten minutes of quiet later I served him a plate with two slices of French toast, accompanied with cinnamon, sugar and syrup. "You are disgusting," I teased as I watched him wolf down his meal.

He nodded in agreement. His bangs, dancing back and forth, were comical. I wanted to touch them, but I stopped myself.

"Did WuFei drop you off?"

"Yeah."

"Is he in as bad of a shape as you?" I felt like a parent, asking him all these questions and taking care of him with unspoken judgment.

"Nooo," He drawled.

"He didn't drink and drive?"

"No, mom." He looked up mirthfully.

I laughed and apologized.

He ate his fill and finished a large glass of orange juice before hitting the shower, and then he slept through most of the day. He left the door to his bedroom open and sometimes I would peek into his room. After his shower, he had only put on a pair of black underpants and a white tank top, which had ridden up his torso. He lay diagonally on the bed, on his stomach, on top of the sheets. The golden skin of his long legs, lower back, arms and neck was left exposed. He breathed heavily and evenly. The window was open and the wind played with his hair as it dried in the air.

I desired nothing more but to be allowed to step inside, climb onto the bed and kneel next to his resting body, letting my hands lovingly adjust his top and massage his shoulders while he slept. I wanted to kiss the top of his head and then settle next to him and fall asleep right beside him.

Do I want that badly enough to be willing to share him with WuFei? I asked myself. I was beginning to expect that the answer was affirmative, in spite of the fact that I knew it was wrong and would be doomed to fail.

A week before spring break WuFei came over for another evening of food and film. We got settled on the couch, Heero in the middle, taking charge of the bowl of popcorn.

I was about to start the movie and had the remote pointed at the TV when Heero suddenly covered my hand with his and had me lower the remote control.

"Actually," He started, "This seems like as good a time as any to ask him." He looked back at WuFei and his boyfriend nodded.

"Ask me what?"

Heero turned in his seat to face me and explained: "As you know, WuFei and I are going to spend the week of spring break in China with his family, but we were talking about it and we realized that a week really wasn't long enough to do all the sightseeing we wanted to do and we were even thinking of making a trip to Japan."

"Okay..."

"So we are planning to go again in the summer and do some real traveling. We could really use some extra cash to finance that trip."

I understood what he was getting at. "Oh." I couldn't deny the excitement that sparked in the depth of my stomach.

"You see where this is going?"

"Yeah. You want me to do another video with you guys."

Heero and WuFei both nodded. "The threesome stuff pays the most and- and we also like it the most... Are you interested?"

"Sure. I'm in." I tried to sound as cool as possible.

Heero smiled. "Excellent."

We watched the movie as planned, but my thoughts strayed uncontrollably and, based on the silence of my company, they were both thinking about something other than the amusing action-comedy as well.

It was the third time, so I wasn't nervous anymore, only excited.

Isaac was there with his camera as always, but it had become easy for me to ignore him and focus solely on my partners.

With instructions to drag out the foreplay longer than we had before, we took our time making out, jerking each other off and giving blowjobs. A special treat was Heero and WuFei taking turns going down on me, both of them making comments about how big I was; a nice boost to my ego.

Not until Isaac gave the green light did the scene evolve.

WuFei lay down on his back on the bed and Heero climbed on top of him. He reached back and held his boyfriend's arousal steady and lowered himself onto it. I was content sitting by and exchanging kisses with both Heero and WuFei, stroking myself to relieve some of the pressure that was already building. Later, I stood up on the bed and had Heero suck me off as he still sat on top of WuFei, who was working his hips up and down brutally.

I dug my fingers into Heero's wild hair, looking down at him greedily. Receiving pleasure inside and out from his boyfriend who was fucking him and fisting his erection, Heero wasn't very focused, but his hot mouth in combination with the sight, sound and even the smell - not the smell of Isaac's cologne but the smell of sex - were more than enough to satisfy me. So I wasn't planning on being any more involved than I already was, but then my cock nearly leapt free from Heero's mouth when Isaac suggested:

"You should fuck him too, Duo. Get in there with WuFei."

Double penetration? Instinctively I looked to WuFei first, for permission and his words shocked me more than Isaac's.

"Yeah, do it," He groaned, "Fuck him with me."

It was something I had never done before, but I was eager to try it. I moved around them and knelt behind Heero, between WuFei's spread legs.

The Japanese man only then seemed to become aware of what was happening. "What?" His tone was frightful.

I kissed his back and let my fingers ghost over his ass-cheeks and boldly fondled WuFei's sack. "Please, Heero," I begged him. Of course I wasn't going to do anything without his permission. "I want to be inside you so badly." I reached around him and took over from WuFei, working my fist up and down his entire length. Heero arched his back, pressing himself against me. His head fell back on my shoulder and I latched my mouth onto his neck. My other hand I brought up to his chest to thumb his erect nipples. "Please, Heero," I breathed hotly in his ear.

"The site pays the receptive partner five hundred bucks extra for double penetration," Isaac informed, hoping to sway him.

Heero wasn't convinced. Money wasn't the issue.

"Don't you want to know what it's like, Heero?" I challenged. "Don't you wonder what it feels like to be stretched like that?"

He moaned loudly.

"And filled?" I looked over his shoulder, down at WuFei. He was watching with dark, clouded eyes. His chest shone with sweat. His mouth was open and his tongue wet his bottom lip. He was enjoying my method of convincing Heero as much as Heero seemed to be. I shifted forwards and pressed the head of my cock against him, at where his opening stretched around WuFei's thickness.

I continued: "Don't you want to feel our cocks throb deep inside you?"

"Ahh! Yes... Hnnn. Okay, do it..." He consented with a bright red blush.

The Chinese man pulled his boyfriend down for a deep kiss.

Isaac helpfully handed me the bottle of lube that we had discarded on the foot of the bed and I poured a lot of the cold liquid onto my arousal and used my fingers to apply more directly to Heero as well. I got into position and held my dick steady by the base. WuFei, fully seated inside him, held his hips still. He distracted Heero with kisses and touches, helping him relax.

At first, it didn't seem like I was going to fit inside him alongside WuFei. Heero groaned in between kisses and I implored him to tell me if it was too painful and if he wanted me to stop. He told me that he wanted me to keep going. In spite of my concerns, I applied more pressure. My hard shaft bent, so I moved my hand further up to the tip to support and guide it and when I leaned forward a little more he opened up and I pushed the head inside.

Heero buried his face in the juncture of WuFei's neck and shoulder and his cries were muffled by the pillow.

He felt so good. With small thrusts I worked my entire length into him. I paused and leaned my forehead against his back, I had to stop or I would come then and there. I could feel WuFei's manhood, pressed tightly against mine in Heero's tight passage, pulse and twitch and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. But Heero's uneven breaths and sharp moans caused me concern.

"Shhh... Shhhh..." WuFei tried to comfort him, stroking his hair and kissing his cheek and his ear.

Heero let out a drawn out, shuddering moan.

"Just breathe, Heero. Try to relax. It will be alright. It will feel good," I tried to assure him.

"Easy for you to say!"

"Do you want me to pull out?"

He groaned. "... No. Fuck."

We gave him more time to adjust. WuFei pulled his head up from the pillow and kissed him passionately and I rained kisses on his back. I could feel the quivers in the stretched passage and sometimes it would tense and tighten around us and all three of us would moan deeply.

Finally - although it couldn't have been more than a minute, it felt like 'finally' - Heero whispered breathily: "I'm ready. Ah! Fuck me."

I clenched my jaw in effort - the effort to stay my orgasm - and started moving. WuFei held still. My cock dragged along his length and Heero's sensitive tissues with each thrust. I was slow and careful at first, letting us all enjoy the pressure and the friction, but eventually I built up the pace until the feedback from my two lovers was most favorable.

"This feels so good..." I appreciated.

Both of them groaned in agreement.

I sped up a little more. "Do you like this Heero?"

The young man started to sob. "Yes. Yes! Ohh!"

"You're doing great, Heero."

"Ahhh, ah! It feels good!" He moaned freely. "This is so intense!"

I dropped my head down, leaning on Heero's back. The movements of my hips became resolute and goal-oriented. We were all moaning gratuitously, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. My partners went quiet for a minute as they shared a kiss, but with a sharp gasp Heero ended the kiss and pressed his nose against WuFei's neck again.

"Help Heero come, WuFei," Isaac whispered.

With his boyfriend's expertise Heero was brought to his orgasm swiftly. Isaac moved in with the camera to capture the white evidence of his passion shooting onto WuFei's torso.

As he enjoyed the last contractions of his orgasm WuFei cupped his face in both his hand and he reconnected their mouths. I waited for their lips to part and then it was my turn. My right arm snaked around his body and I urged him upright until his shoulders were against my chest, with his back arched beautifully. The demanding movement of my hips never faltered. Heero turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes were a cloudy, darker shade of blue. I enticed him into a lazy but satisfying open-mouthed kiss, getting drunk on the taste of him and the sound of the small sounds he made. I ran my free hand through his damp hair.

"You feel so wonderful," I said against his reddened, swollen lips.

I kept fucking him. I never wanted it to end but my body was mercilessly approaching the climax and judging by WuFei's grunts he wouldn't last much longer either. I slowed down the pace in an attempt to make it last, but I couldn't buy us more than a few minutes of this ultimate pleasure until I couldn't suppress my instincts any longer and I thrusted into him harder and faster.

"I'm close..." I ground out.

"Go for the cumshot, guys," Isaac reminded us.

I wanted to come inside him, but I also felt responsible to please the website, so with a growl I pulled out and lifted his hips up, taking him off of WuFei's erection. I pushed Heero onto his back on the bed next to his boyfriend, he was completely spent and exhausted. WuFei raised himself up on his knees, mirroring my pose. We both loomed over Heero and jerked ourselves off frantically. Heero regarded us with his hooded eyes. His chest was heaving as he still worked to catch his breath.

My hand was quite the disappointment compared to Heero's hot, wanton body so it took me a while to get myself back to the edge. The black-haired man next to me was having the same struggle.

I came first, with a sharp cry, but WuFei followed suit and we shot our loads onto Heero's golden skin. Then we collapsed onto the bed on either side of him.

WuFei reached out and turned Heero's head to face him and he captured his lips in a passionate kiss. "You were so good."

I rolled onto my side next to him and grabbed Heero's chin and tilted his head so I could kiss him next. I echoed WuFei's sentiment. "Thank you for letting me be inside you," I added breathlessly.

WuFei and I were both pretty enchanted with Heero in that blissful moment. I felt like Heero had just given me a wonderful, precious gift, something truly special and I was certain WuFei felt the same. A gift like that deserved a reward to express my gratitude.

Boldly I reached between his legs and easily slipped two fingers into him. The channel was slick from the excess amount of lube and heated from the friction. The muscles trembled and pulsed around my digits. I caressed his prostrate, enjoying the whimpers and moans that poured from his parted lips. I grinned and captured his mouth in another kiss.

"Please... stop..." He mewled pathetically, once I released his lips. "Ahh..."

WuFei leaned in. "Why?" He pointed out: "You're hard again."

I looked down Heero's body at his red, weeping erection. WuFei puts his thumb and forefinger around the head and teased it with a feather light touch, being sure not to stimulate the hypersensitive arousal too roughly or his touch could have an adverse effect. WuFei's other hand grips around both of Heero's wrists and he pins them against the pillow above his head, demanding his submission.

"I don't think I can come again," Heero whined but his gasps and moans at the attention he was receiving suggested otherwise.

It had been nearly fifteen minutes since he had orgasmed and I felt reasonably confident, based on his reactions, that we could make him come again with the right ministrations. Remembering his sensitive nipples I licked my way down his chest and took the left nub into my mouth and WuFei mimicked my approach.

"Ohhh... fuck..." He threw his head back into the pillow.

I smirked up at him. "Still think you can't come a second time, baby?"

He glared at me, unable to verbally object to the nickname, but the glare was hardly intimidating, with his blue eyes glazed over and his lips parted to pant and moan.

I kissed my way back up and suckled on his earlobe. I kept fucking him with my fingers and he spread his legs further as the pleasure built. His hips were bucking, thrusting his erection into the fist WuFei's hand had formed.

WuFei released his other nipple and both of us simply watched his face.

"Fuck! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" He exclaimed in warning. A deep red blush spread across his cheeks and chest.

"That's okay, baby," WuFei whispered. "Come for us, we want you to come."

Heero bared his teeth and opened his mouth in a wild, feral cry when the pleasure peaked. Milky white semen poured from his arousal onto WuFei's hand and his own, tightened abdomen. "Nnnn... ohh... Fuck you, assholes..."

WuFei and I exchanged a playful look.

"Jesus. The members are going to go crazy over you three. Fuck, that was hot," Isaac remarked.

I blinked up at him, a little shocked and embarrassed to realize he had been there the entire time, recording all of it. I had completely forgotten about him. His interruption was jarring but I was determined to not let my awareness of his presence ruin the moment. I carefully pull my fingers out of my lover and wipe them on my thigh before draping my arm over his chest, enjoying the closeness. WuFei lay flush against him on his other side, his black eyes were closed.

Isaac left, grinning from ear to ear and he promised to arrange Heero's bonus for his 'outstanding contribution'.

We remained in bed as the air cooled around us. WuFei started placing kisses on his cheek and running his hand up and down his arm. I nuzzled my nose into Heero's hair and drew light figures on his chest with the tips of my fingers and threw one of my legs over his possessively. I smiled when I felt Heero toy absentmindedly with the end of my disheveled braid.

WuFei was the first to find the strength in his limbs to get up. He climbed out of the bed and sauntered out of the room. I had no idea what he was off doing and I was too tired to give it much thought. My eyes kept sliding shut. Heero turned and lay against me, seeking my warmth. He tucked his head under my chin and I wrapped my arms around him like it was the most normal thing in the world, like he wasn't someone else's boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" I whispered into his mop of hair.

He whined softly: "I'm sore."

I couldn't help but chuckle and it evolved into a hearty laugh when he punched me in the chest.

WuFei returned with warm, wet towels to clean us off with. We lazily wiped at ourselves and then threw the towels into the corner.

"I've run a hot bath for you," WuFei told his boyfriend.

Heero smiled in gratitude and climbed off the bed - groaning as his body protested against every movement. Without a word WuFei lifted him up into his arms and carried him to the bathroom.

Not wanting to be left alone, I waited a heartbeat or two before trailing after them.

The bathroom was humid and warm and fogged-up. Heero was already submerged in the hot water in the bathtub. He had his eyes closed and was sighing pleasantly. WuFei kneeled by the edge, dipping his hands into the water, caressing Heero under the surface.

I watched for a while. They were both aware of my presence and neither of them objected. "Mind if I take a shower?" I asked after a while.

"Go ahead."

I stepped into the separate shower stall and turned on the hot spray of water. The heated droplets beat down on the top of my head and my shoulders and ran down my back, soothing me. I was a little surprised when WuFei suddenly appeared before me.

"Can we share?"

"Sure." I grinned. If we could share a sex partner, we could share a shower.

We didn't do anything other than take turns under the spray. Sometimes we would accidentally bump into each other, but we just laughed and before it was over we offered to wash each other's backs and WuFei even helped me rinse the shampoo out of my long hair.

"Are you still awake, baby?" WuFei called.

Heero gruff reply was: "Hmmm. Don't call me 'baby'."

Him and I both laughed.

When we were done we left the bathroom. Heero remained in the tub to relax his abused body.

I got dressed in my room and WuFei changed back into his clothes in Heero's room and we met again in the kitchen and worked together in absolute silence preparing a dinner of thick, richly stuffed sandwiches. We placed the plates and bottles of beer on the coffee table and waited for Heero. He joined us on the couch a short while later. His hair was still soaking wet and water dripped onto the white, oversized shirt he was wearing on top of a pair of black briefs. He gingerly sat down between us, momentarily biting on his lower lip as he settled his full weight on the cushion. But when we asked him how he was feeling, he assured us with a tired smile that he was fine.

We watched the news as we ate and then I started surfing through the channels. There was nothing interesting on but I didn't feel like getting up and putting in a DVD.

After a while, Heero shifted. He lay himself down sideways, resting his head in WuFei's lap and he draped his legs over my thighs. I smiled and rested my left hand on his bare calf, giving a slight squeeze. The Chinese man ran his hand through the wet chocolate brown tresses, smoothing them out. It wasn't long before Heero fell asleep.

Settling on an episode of a dated sitcom, I put away the remote and put my arm up on the backrest of the couch. I tensed up when my fingers touched WuFei. I didn't know he also had his arm draped over the back. My instinct was to pull my hand away, but I resisted. After all, WuFei wasn't pulling back either. Our hands played together absentmindedly while we watched the rehearsed comedy sketch. Fingers intertwined and thumbs brushed lightly over palms. With my other hand I caressed Heero's leg, feeling the fine, soft hairs and the relaxed muscle underneath the skin.

Heero was the link that connected us. Without him, any sort of physicality or intimacy between me and WuFei would never work, but our equally strong attraction to Heero drew us closer together as well and it was electrifying.

I wondered if it could work; a three-way relationship like that. I would want it to, but I had little faith. It seemed like it would be only a matter of time before someone would get hurt. A relationship between two people was difficult enough, having to take the feelings and wishes of three individuals into consideration and making compromises to join the three as one was, undoubtedly, a challenge. But part of me wanted to accept that challenge - I would never know whether or not it would fail until it would and until then, it could be fun, in a twisted, abnormal way.

In that moment, everything felt so right and I could feel myself inching closer to the precipice but I was waiting for one of them to make the jump first and pull me along. If they dared to make that leap, I would follow them into the unknown abyss, I realized, against my better judgment, but I wouldn't be the one to take that first step.

The episode came to an end and WuFei got up and gathered Heero in his arms and carried his boyfriend - our lover - into the bedroom. I watched him walk out of the living room, torn between jealousy and endearment. I thought it was adorable the way WuFei cared for Heero, tenderly carrying him around like that, but I also wanted to be the one whose job it was to look after him.

I expected WuFei to be back soon, but when he didn't return, I curiously wandered to the hallway and glanced into Heero's bedroom at the far end. I turned my gaze away when I saw WuFei hug him to him, while Heero continued to sleep soundly.

If we were going to make that jump and give this complex relationship an earnest try, it would have to be equal, I told myself. I wanted to be allowed to do that too; to touch him and to kiss him, not only with the ultimate goal of sex as the driving force, but just because I could, because I wanted to. Because Heero wanted me to.

Giving them their privacy since I hadn't yet been invited into the relationship to the point where I was allowed to meddle and be part of everything, I cleared away our plates and finished Heero's glass of Coke. He had only taken a sip before falling asleep and it was wasteful to throw it all away. I smacked my lips at the sweet taste of the lukewarm beverage and made a face. That was a bad idea.

To rinse the sugar out of my mouth that coated every tooth and lay thick on my tongue, I drank some water directly from the tap. I stopped and wiped my chin dry with my forearm when WuFei returned to the living room. "Going home?"

"Yeah."

"Regrets?"

He looked up, he knew what I was asking. "No. It was good."

"Cool."

Heero and WuFei were off to China the week of spring break, meaning I was left alone to entertain myself. I didn't have any friends other than the couple, so I watched a lot of movies and played a lot of music. I knew how pathetically I missed him and exactly how hopelessly in love I was when I wrote a song and it dawned on me that it was about him and dedicated to him. I resisted calling the piece 'Heero', but it didn't make the truth any less obvious. I had written him a love song. I hadn't written anyone a love song since high school - for Hilde Schbeicker, the most popular girl in school and the first girl who let me go to 'second base' - , it was such a juvenile thing to do. But Heero had that effect on me; he made me wish we were both teenagers again, sloppily making out and sharing an awkward and embarrassingly brief first time, in the back of a car someplace.

The thing that ate at me most was the thought that if only I had treated him right from the start - had seen what was right in front of me - I could have made him mine. I could have had him and I wouldn't have had to share him with anyone. But I let him slip through my fingers. No, not even that, I pushed him away; aggressively, violently. I just wanted my brother to like me, to like spending time with me. For a very long period in my life I believed that was the most important thing. I was blind to what could have been. If only I had known... Then, it would have been just us.

But with things having gone differently, thanks entirely to my stupidity, the only way for me to give into these feelings - these love-song-prompting feelings - was to accept that I would have to share him with WuFei.

I didn't dislike WuFei, that was not the issue. On the contrary, I was attracted to the Chinese man, even. But I didn't know if it could work. My feelings for Heero were of a selfish, possessive nature. How could I share him with WuFei without eventually resenting the fact that he was always there and would, arguably, always be Heero's priority in the relationship because he had been there first and they shared that long and loving history?

I shook my head. I shouldn't worry about stuff like that, not yet at least. All it had ever been between the three of us so far was a pleasurable and easy way to make money. Them inviting me into the bed to earn some extra cash was a far cry from being invited into the relationship without the camera present. The only part I had to play in this game was wait and see. I didn't know in what shape or form the invitation would be extended, but I trusted I would recognize it if it happened.

Logically, I knew it was a mistake waiting to happen, but it was one of those mistakes that you want to make, when you are young and foolish and easily smitten.

During that week of solitude I, begrudgingly, agreed to have dinner with my father. It was his birthday after all. Under different circumstances I might have been able to shoot him down, but I was lonely in the big apartment and desperate for a more real and tangible companion than the notes and chords of my keyboard. Even spending time at my parental home seemed like a more sane way to spend the evening. I didn't want to go full-unabomber and spend my time in total isolation making people question to what extent I was still in touch with reality. At least by having dinner with my dad, I could tell Heero and WuFei - without bullshitting them -, upon their return, that I didn't spend the entire week alone, in my pajamas, eating pizza for breakfast and cereal with beer for dinner. I still didn't even like beer, but the taste and smell reminded me of my roommate and his boyfriend, which left me craving it on the fifth day.

When I asked for a beer at dinner, my father gave me an odd look.

"I thought you didn't like beer," He recounted, but he got up and fetched me a bottle of a European brand.

I shrugged. "It's alright." I accepted the beer, took a swig straight from the bottle and then cut into the steak he had prepared on the barbeque.

"Thank you for coming, Duo," He said. "I know we-... Thank you."

I nodded at his sincerity, and took another bite as an excuse to not actually have to say anything.

"Have you talked to your mother?"

I knew he wasn't going to let me brush off the question, so I swallowed the mouthful, washed it down with more beer and replied curtly: "No. You?"

"Unless she calls later tonight, this will be the first birthday that she doesn't."

I could tell from his tone that he wasn't expecting her to call. My parents' marriage ended in divorce only a few months after my brother's funeral, citing 'irreconcilable differences'. My mother still believed that Solo had made the righteous choice when he refused the kidney transplant and although no one would ever doubt her love for her son, she got over his death too quickly to our liking. We - my father and I - didn't understand how she could find peace so soon, but she still wholeheartedly believed that it was part of God's plan and that Solo was in a better place and we would be together again one day. But every single familial bond fell apart in the aftermath of my brother's death. Their marriage and my connection to both of them. Of course divorce wasn't 'the Lord's will', so my mother tried to stay in touch with my dad, but the contact withered to a single, annual phone call on his birthday and it appeared even that was over now.

And I... well I made a single, brief, long-distance call from Austria last year. She had been happy to hear from me until she heard what I have to say:

'I'm going to Hell, mom, I like boys. And I'll see you there, because you are the bitch who let her one good son die.'

"Is the steak good?"

"Yeah. Great."

"How do you like living with Heero?"

I stopped chewing momentarily. "It's good. It's quiet, I can study."

"Your grades have improved greatly. I'm very proud."

"I didn't work my ass off to please you, dad," I bit.

"I know. I know." He let things cool down for a moment before he continued bravely: "You could have invited Heero. I would like to see him again."

"He's in China."

"China? Why China?"

"I don't know. The guy's just my roommate," I lied. I had no qualms bullshitting my father.

"I thought you two used to be friends."

I snorted.

"Well, whatever the case may be. I do hope you two are getting along. It's still his apartment. Even though I'm paying part of the rent, he is still doing you a big favor. You should be grateful."

"I am. Don't worry, we're playing nice." I chuckled inwardly at the gross understatement.

He fixed his gaze on me and it suddenly unnerved me. I looked back down at my plate, worried that my tone might have inadvertently shifted and had betrayed something. I didn't know how my father felt about gays, but I imagined no father would be pleased to find out his only living son was a cocksucker - that's how Solo would have put it, if he had known.

I couldn't afford for him to know. Heero might not mind if he had to pay all the bills again for the apartment, he managed before, but my father paid my tuition and that kind of slack I could not pick up doing a couple of porn-vids. But maybe it was more than that. The guy in Austria who convinced me to call my mother and come out to her - handing me a shot of tequila for courage - could not persuade me to make a similar phone call to my father. In that moment, I didn't even know I would be returning home and go to college, I didn't know I would ever need my father's money again, but I hung up the phone before I had finished dialing. The Austrian Psychology major teased that - subconsciously - I didn't want my father to know because I still desired a functioning father-son-relationship with him, in spite of my justified resentment. He said that I couldn't burn that bridge because I always - unknowingly - planned to go back down that road and reunite with him.

I let the Austrian suck my cock after that. His blowjobs were better, and more appreciated, than his counseling.

"I wish you would stop wearing that cross."

"Don't worry. It's not a religious thing."

"Does that really matter?" He challenged. "How can you stand to wear that thing? Knowing how he clutched it in his final days, repeating those damn prayers."

I scoffed. "We can't all move on and pretend it didn't happen, like mom did and like you have done."

"In case you don't see it, Duo, I'm the only one who hasn't moved on. I'm the only one who is still in the same place; the same house. Still the same person. Still the father who watched his son die." He scrubbed his face with his hands. "I know what you think when you look at me. You went to Europe and made your peace, but for all your growth and new understanding, you still fail to see how much it ruined me watching him die and I didn't get to go soul-searching in Europe! I was right here, worrying that I was going to lose my other son as well. I'm still right here!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have just watched him die!" I accused. "You should have done something!"

"What could I have done? I would have gutted myself right there in that room and handed him both my kidneys if I believed for a second that he would take them!" He rose from his seat and it wasn't until then that I noticed how badly he was shaking. "It was his choice! There was nothing I could do, Duo! Don't you think that kills me even more than it does you?"

I reeled back, shocked by his outburst. I had never seen him like that, so emotional. Not even in the last moments sitting at Solo's deathbed.

"Seeing you wear that cross..." He clenched his jaw and stifled a sob. "You look so much like him. You look so much like him that I can see you die as well. Every time I close my eyes, it's you instead of Solo in that hospital bed and I am losing my last child." He took in a shuddering breath.

I felt sorry for him, for the first time, but I didn't want to let that show because I didn't feel he deserved it. "It's okay, dad, calm down," I urged neutrally. "Sit. Here." I grabbed the carafe of water from the center of the table and filled up his empty beer-glass. "Have some water."

He did as instructed and brought the glass to his lips, taking small sips.

My dad the war-vet, a trembling, emotional mess. It was tempting to throw that in his face, but I didn't. I figured: He doesn't deserve that either.

"You hate me for not saving him," He observed.

"No, dad," I sighed. "I don't hate you for not saving him. I hate you for making me think that you could save him and then didn't." It hurt him visibly to hear me confirm out loud that I did hate him. Part of him had probably hoped I would deny it, lying if I had to, to spare his feelings. I elaborated: "You were always the tough guy. The war hero, who made everyone feel inadequate in comparison. All my life, you made me feel like a huge disappointment, but that was okay, or so I told myself, because I thought you had earned that right. You made yourself look like a God, like you always had all the answers, all the solutions, it would have been insincere if you ever acted like I was worthy of being your son."

He stared at me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"And then it all fell apart. You couldn't save Solo. You weren't a God, you were a whimpering fool in the corner of the hospital room, completely powerless and useless. And you knew it, you knew you were a fraud, so you didn't even try anything. That is why I hate you. Because you pretended to be better than everybody and then you let us all down."

The first of many tears slid down his weathered face.

"I get that Solo's death changed you and that you feel different now; you know you're not superior and rolling off your high horse has made it easier for you to love me as your son and you want us to be father and son. But it will never be like that. Because I know that if I allow you in my life and we end up sharing a moment of happiness, I will resent myself, because it took my brother dying a slow and painful death to make you realize I am good enough."

"Duo, I'm so sorry," He choked.

"I know, dad." I finished my bottle of beer and looked off to the side, at the black piano in the corner of the living room, where I played my very first chords of music. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine. I just won't be around very often."

"Please play a song. Just one song," He begged.

I sighed. I didn't feel like playing, but I acknowledged that I had crushed him enough for the evening. And it is the man's birthday, after all and I showed up without a present. I got up from the dining room chair and took a seat on the piano bench. The lid that protected the keys had gathered a lot of dust. I lifted the lid and tested a few of the ivory keys at random to determine if the instrument was still tuned. My younger self would have said the piano sounded 'dirty', but it wasn't too bad and I knew my father wouldn't hear it anyway. After a moment of contemplation I decided to play the song that I had played a lot the past few days. It was the only song I felt like playing because it was the only song that could spark joyful memories in this pain-laden house.

I played the song I had written for Heero; my juvenile love song for my gay crush and my dad sat on the edge of the coffee table and cried tears of happiness at the melodious sounds. The irony wasn't lost on me.

"That was beautiful," My father complimented when the last note had long died out and I had just been sitting there, my back turned towards him. "I didn't recognize it. Did you write it yourself?"

"Yes." I slowly lowered the lid and wiped away some of the dust.

"It was beautiful," He repeated wistfully.

"Thanks."

"Are you going to teach other people to play like that?"

"I'm going to try to teach them to play better."

"I think that's wonderful."

My eyebrows twitched into a frown. I still refused to face him. "You didn't use to think so. You said I was throwing away my talent; the only talent you had ever given me credit for."

"I was wrong about a lot of things, Duo. I think we have established that. Explaining my past behavior would be no better than trying to excuse it."

He was right. "I should get going." Yet, I didn't make a move.

"When will I see you again?"

"I don't know. Your next birthday? Maybe."

"I'll be here, Duo. For whenever you are ready and whatever you are ready for."

I nodded but knew I wouldn't be seeing him any time soon. I got up and without turning to face him and without saying goodbye, I walked out of the house.

I pitied him but I also still resented him and I couldn't figure out how the two fit together and which I should act on. It was easier not to think about it too much.

The continuation of my week was hopelessly uneventful. I felt like a slouch and decided I should exercise. Without Heero there, I wasn't allowed into the gym, I only had a buddy-pass, after all and my buddy wasn't there. I went jogging through the park. Thanks to Heero I had built up my endurance and I surprised myself with how well I did and how much I enjoyed it. Breathing in the fresh air cleared my thoughts. I was preoccupied with my heartbeat and the rhythm of the music coming from my ear phones. Only once was I pulled out of my trance when a good-looking girl, out walking her dog, gave me a look, making me feel good about myself.

Expecting Heero's return that day I spent a little more time in the shower and bothered to shave for the first time that week. I didn't exactly have a manly-hair-growth-rate, but after a couple of days I had managed to grow a rough stubble.

Once I was groomed I turned up the music and made haste tidying up the apartment. Me being holed up in the place the entire week hadn't done it much good. I was in the middle of fluffing the cushions of the couch, shaking my hips to a catchy pop-song when I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder and felt a hot blush spread across my face when I spotted Heero in the doorway, grinning at me. Foregoing a greeting, I asked accusingly: "How long have you been standing there?" But then I shook my head and approached him. "Nice to have you back."

He surprised me when he pulled me into a hug. We had done a lot of intimate thing, but we had never hugged before, I realized. "Good to be back," He said.

We pulled away and I admired the sight of him. His features were a little more tanned, his attire 'globetrotter-chic', his shoulders hung tiredly after a long flight but his eyes shone brightly. "I've missed you."

His smile brightened.

"Did WuFei go straight home?" I wondered and I paused at the unexpected disappointed tone to my voice.

"No, he's just parking the car. He'll be up in a minute." Heero walked past me and put his suitcase up on one of the barstools.

"How was China?"

Heero chuckled. "I didn't see much of it. We spent most of the week with his little sister at the playground and at the zoo."

"Then it's a good thing you were planning to go again in the summer."

"Yeah."

"Hey, Duo!" WuFei greeted when he came through the door.

"FeiFei!" I patted him on the top of his head.

"Oh, God. I already regret coming up here," The Chinese man joked. He shook his denim jacket off his shoulders.

"So," I clapped my hands. "The real important issue is: Did you get me a souvenir?"

The couple exchanged a look, one of guilt, but then WuFei beamed. "Actually, yes, we did. It's on its way right now."

Ten minutes later the Chinese restaurant they had called from the car on their way home, delivered our dinner and I laughed at my 'souvenir', but enjoyed it greatly none the less. We set the feast on the coffee table, WuFei and I sat on the couch and Heero kneeled on the floor. We ate directly out of the cartons with our chopsticks. Of course Heero and WuFei were much more skilled, whereas I dropped pieces of shrimp and noodle all over the place. I was not going to get up for a fork and knife though, I refused to admit defeat. Between laughing at me - rude! - and trying to show me how I should hold the chopsticks, with varying success, they told me about their trip. Most of their stories evolved around the antics of WuFei's little sister. I appreciated that they shared the family stories so openly with me, it made me feel like I was a part of their lives; a welcome part of their lives. I couldn't help but note how often Heero used the idiom 'you should have been there' and my heart warmed at what that possibly meant.

"We should go out for drinks," Heero said once we had eaten our fill.

"I thought you would be tired," I pointed out.

"Not anymore."

"Okay. Well, you guys go out. I'll clear away the mess." I started gathering the cartons and stuffing them into the plastic bags they were delivered in.

"When I said 'we', I meant the three of us, Duo."

I looked at Heero sharply. "Yeah?" I turned to WuFei and he nodded. "Okay. Cool. Count me in."

"Great." Heero got up from the floor. "I'm going to take a quick shower first." He scampered off to the bathroom.

His boyfriend groaned and called: "You never take quick showers!"

I laughed at his exasperation. I threw away the trash and sat back down on the couch. WuFei had picked up Heero's tablet from the side table and was scrolling through the newsfeed, catching up on what they had missed during their vacation. I turned on the TV, but I couldn't stand the silence between us.

"Do- uh... Does your family know what you guys are to each other?" That question might have been way to personal, but I was curious.

"Technically we are just friends. The extended family is a bit too traditional," WuFei answered matter-of-factly. "But I think my dad and my stepmom know. My dad's a modern, learned man and he was always pretty open-minded about stuff like that and now more so than ever thanks to my stepmom. She is really great. Me introducing Heero to them - even as just a friend - probably clued them in as well." He mused in conclusion: "Yeah, I think they know, it's just not something we discuss."

"Cool."

"Why did you ask?"

I shrugged.

"Do your parents know?"

"I told my mom. Over the phone..."

WuFei made a face.

"That sounds harsh, but our whole relationship could have been done over the phone, so why not that too?" I chuckled bitterly.

"And you don't think she told your dad?"

"She doesn't tell my dad anything. They don't really talk anymore. They divorced after-... you know."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "It's better than them fighting." After a long pause, I asked about Heero's dad. I knew his mom died a very long time ago, but other than that he never spoke of either of his parents and from our Thanksgiving dinners, back in the day, I only remember Odin as a soundboard to my father's endless stories about the war they had both gone through; not exactly an involved father-figure.

"He still thinks Heero is the perfect son and I think they are both eager to keep it that way. Heero doesn't tell him anything and his dad doesn't ask him anything."

"Do you ever worry about it? About what would happen his dad knew and if you told your parents?"

He contemplated my question for a moment and then he answered: "Not really. Odin isn't a part of Heero's life. There's nothing he can do and Heero doesn't look to him for approval or anything. They'd probably have one really big, really awful fight about it and that would be it, either they would cut ties and both be fine with that, or Odin would accept it and they would continue as they have. And my parents... well, I think it will shock them a little when I tell them, just because we've gotten so used to not talking about it. But I think they trust me. They trust me to make my own decisions and not give me a hard time about anything."

"And should they trust you like that?" I asked teasingly. "Do you always know what you're doing?"

"More often than not, I don't have a clue," He flashed a grin. "But I have this friend who taught me to ask myself a simple question when in doubt, so that's what I'm doing. If I think it's right, I go for it,"

I smiled, realizing I was the friend. It flattered me.

"It doesn't matter if it turns out to be wrong in hindsight. You just have to be true to yourself and commit and learn right from wrong along the way."

"That's sounds like an awesome friend."

"Oh, he has his moments."

We heard the door to the bathroom open and I mocked: "I'll be damned, that actually was pretty quick."

WuFei glanced at me mischievously.

My grin fell from my face when Heero stalked into the living room. His hair was still wet, dark and pushed back, for once the bangs were out of his face. The entire expanse of golden skin glistened, with beads of water trailing down his chest, traveling around pert nipples. The white towel around his hips hung off him sinfully low and the soft fabric moved with the sway of his step as he approached us.

I swallowed but it was difficult. My mouth was parch-dry. The eye-contact burned marks into my very heart that skipped a beat before picking up a thundering rhythm. Then he fixed his intense gaze on his boyfriend, who had also been watching with mouth agape.

Heero walked around the couch, his fingers dragging along the top of the backrest, momentarily catching my braid. I didn't know if that was on purpose or not, because he didn't look at me again. He was completely focused on WuFei. My mouth went from dry to practically drooling when Heero climbed onto WuFei; straddling his lap and sitting down on his thighs. He cupped the tanned face with both hands, tilting his head up - WuFei had been preoccupied staring at that magnificent chest and tight waist and who could blame him? - and he captured his lips in a demanding kiss, openly toying with his tongue and challenging him to deepen the kiss. WuFei didn't hesitate. He put his hands on that beautiful body and took control. I could hear their breaths come out of their noses in quickened pants, sometimes they paused the kiss to inhale sharply through their mouths.

As nice as a live-show was, I knew I shouldn't stay. I didn't know what had gotten into Heero all of a sudden, but it was his apartment and if he wanted to have sex with his boyfriend on the couch, I had no other option but to clear the way. I was about to get up when Heero ended the kiss and he reached out to me and grabbed a fistful of my shirt. He held me in place and I stared at him with wild eyes as he leaned in closer until I was the one on the receiving end of his passion; being offered his delicious, hot mouth. I moaned into the kiss and whimpered pathetically when it ended.

"Come closer," Heero whispered and he nodded at the available space of couch cushion that was left between me and WuFei. I didn't think, I just scooted closer until I was shoulder-to-shoulder with the Chinese man, never tearing my gaze away from Heero's mesmerizing face.

I put my hand on Heero's damp thigh, the tips of my fingers inching just underneath the towel. The couple kissed again and I watched, close enough to hear the sounds and to feel their heat. My eyes moved down Heero's body and I didn't miss the erection that already tented the towel. I pushed my hand up a little further and shifted to the inside of his thigh. I could feel the strong muscles tensing with excitement.

My fingers froze when I felt a hand on the back of my neck. WuFei's hand. And I was pulled in for a powerful kiss. While I fought WuFei for dominance with lips, teeth and tongue, Heero licked my exposed throat and let his hand slip under my shirt.

When the kiss ended and I thought to open my eyes, I noticed WuFei was grinning at me.

Heero's tongue flicked against my Adam's apple and I was hit with a bolt of lightning.

This is it, I realized. This is the invitation.

Isaac wasn't here. There was no camera and there would be no money. It was about us, about them wanting me and recognizing that I wanted them.

WuFei's big hands eased away the soft towel and let it pool on the floor at his feet. He dug his fingers into Heero's ass-cheeks and had the young man sit up on his knees. He took the erection into his mouth and with a moan Heero curled his torso over his boyfriend's head. Wanting, more than anything, to join in and help drive Heero mad with lust, I sucked briefly on two fingers, getting them wet and started fucking him with them while I nipped at his hipbone.

We did that for as long as the Japanese boy could stand it. Then he detangled himself from us and climbed down to kneel on the floor. He ordered us both to undo our jeans.

"Bossy little thing," I said with a wink, but didn't waste time pushing my jeans and underwear down my thighs, much like WuFei.

Heero divided his attention between us equally. While sucking off one of us, he jerked off the other and he switched it up regularly.

I had my arm around WuFei's neck and sometimes we would lean into each other with a kiss, but most of the time we were content watching Heero.

As he was going down on me, I cupped his chin with my hand and I made him stop. I blurted needily: "I want to fuck you."

Heero's eyes widened and then he and I both looked to WuFei for permission.

The other nodded after needing little time to think it over.

Heero spat some more saliva onto my dick and then climbed up into my lap. His haste betrayed his need. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and forced it over my head. Once my arms were out he threw it away with a snarl and attacked my mouth. I moaned helplessly. For a moment I forgot WuFei was right next to me, watching us and I was alone with Heero, enjoying him. He interrupted the kiss but kept his face close to mine, our heated breaths mingling, he held my shaft at the base and slowly lowered himself onto it. My throat vibrated with a drawn out moan.

Seated in my lap, his passage enveloping me fully, he put his hands on my shoulders for support and he started moving his hips up and down. His own erection bounced as the rhythm quickly became more powerful.

Watching his face as he pleasured himself on my dick was an incredible turn on. "You're beautiful..."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes... yes..." I captured his lips in an intense kiss. "Ah, Heero." I senselessly moaned his name over and over.

His lips brushed against mine when he voiced a vulnerable question. "Am I still tight?"

His uncertainty revealed that he and WuFei did not have sex without me since the last video we shot together. I rained kisses on his face and was happy to reassure him. "You are so tight. You feel so good."

WuFei leaned in and Heero wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed their lips together.

Seeing them kiss excited me and served to further fuel my lust. I wasn't expecting that.

I held Heero's hips still and raised my pelvis off the couch to piston into him. I didn't want WuFei to feel left out, scared that that might incite self-doubt about this three-headed relationship, so I suggested, my voice thick: "You should stand behind the couch. That way Heero can suck you off."

They looked at me both but I couldn't tell what either of them was thinking. Not until WuFei got up from the couch and did as I proposed. He leaned his thighs against the back of the couch and his cock was right by my ear. Heero held it in his hand but kissed me first, as if to thank me for my thoughtful recommendation. Then he leaned over my shoulder and used his mouth to pleasure his other lover. WuFei had one hand on the back of Heero's head and the fingers of the other hand were buried into my thick hair. He held my head turned to the right so I would watch and I watched gladly.

I whispered breathily in his ear: "You like cock, huh?"

Heero moaned and in turn WuFei moaned as well. His ass tightened around me, I could tell he was close.

"You ride my cock hard until you come," I told him. "Let me feel how much tighter you get when you go there."

He eagerly complied with my instruction, moving his hips up and down furiously. Suddenly he released WuFei and he buried his face into the juncture of my neck. He let out a single, shrill cry and he clamped his muscles around me and shot his load onto my chest.

"Ahh, fuck yeah!" I chuckled breathily. "Ohh, baby." I made sure to keep the rhythm of my hips steady as he rode out his orgasm.

That time he didn't even object to being called 'baby'. Once he had caught his breath he raised his head up again and finished what he started, blowing WuFei until he reached his orgasm as well.

I wasn't far behind, pumping into his supple body, crying out his name.

He slumped against me and I was happy to remain inside him in the aftermath of my orgasm. WuFei walked back around the couch to sit down again.

"So, I take it you guys missed me, huh?" I grinned.

WuFei laughed softly. "Something like that."

"You didn't want to have sex without me?"

Heero sat up. "It's better with you." He gave me a quick peck on the lips and then he got out of my lap.

"Heero and I talked about this," WuFei interjected, "And we thought that, as long as we are going to do things this way," He gestured at the three of us, "We shouldn't do it without the third person there."

Cleverly, this rule assured him that nothing would happen between Heero and I without him present, which could have been a substantial possibility, considering our living arrangements. "That seems fair."

"Good." He nodded.

"So what now?"

"Now, we go out for drinks," Heero said and he pulled us both up from the couch.

It wasn't that simple, we all knew that, but none of us wanted to delve into the issues at that moment.

Chapter 6

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