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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 " Sleep Heero was laid on his back, his breathing level and
even, the warmth of his skin against Duo's cheek as he had found a
comfortable spot on his chest where he could listen to rhythmic beating
of his heart. He breathed softly into Heero's skin, smelling dried
sweat and a smell that he couldn't define but was uniquely Heero.
It was as though he smelt of gunpowder, the residue of explosives,
even though it was impossible, years having passed since the last
time he handled explosives. Duo shifted and heard a soft grunt behind him. His movement
had not woken Heero, their legs tangled together, but it had obviously
disturbed Trowa pressed against his back, his long lean body spooning
him, an arm thrown over his waist and that hand resting on Heero's
abs. The feel of hot breath was against the back of his neck,
Trowa's lips there and Duo's braid was over his shoulder, resting
between himself and Heero. He felt Trowa move a little against him and then relax,
his chest against Duo's back, warm, and it amused him how that arm
was around both of them, a sort of protective thing that Duo mocked
him for though it was actually a very endearing trait. Duo knew people disapproved – Relena, Quatre, hell
even Commander Une disliked the arrangement from the beginning as
it had compromised three Preventer agents emotionally and their relationship
had taken Duo and Heero out of the field – but Duo had never
really cared what people thought of him. And fuck, he wasn't going
to start now. Sleeping between them, it reminded him of safety in
numbers, the shelter of warehouses and abandoned buildings on L2 and
between two bodies, two sets of body heat and two people he loved,
Duo felt safe, secure, wanted. All the things he ever needed. He sighed, quiet, content and tried to fall back to
sleep. "Love you guys," he whispered. Neither Heero or Trowa were awake enough to hear but
it didn't matter as Duo guessed, they both knew that. |
