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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 " Balance The bar was full of Preventer agents in dress uniforms,
the steady flow of beer fuelled conversation heard above the din of
the old jukebox. Trowa stared at his empty beer bottle, his dress uniform
a little rumpled as Duo had gone to get another round and Heero was
outside taking a call - an urgent work call that apparently could
not wait. He watched Duo talk to people at the bar, share some
words, some jokes, something - and then frowned, his melancholy mood
making him especially unsocialable. Not that he was ever particularly
sociable. Just today even less so. Duo returned, balancing two beers and a club soda, and
slid into the booth beside Trowa, their hips bumping due to proximity. He didn't hesitate to grab the beer, taking a deep swallow,
downing almost half. When he put the bottle down he felt Duo's eyes,
his stare making him feel hot and he felt a hand snake it's way to
his under the table, finding his to lace their fingers together. "You don't have to be okay about this," Duo
said, his voice barely above a whisper, just so Trowa could hear above
the noise of a busy bar. "Most of your team died, babe, you don't
have to hold it together." He looked at Duo fully then, tempted to drink the rest
of his beer and then Duo's as he couldn't help it - he was trying
to hold it together, forget about his team being ripped to pieces
in a blast but today being the damn official funeral did not help.
He sure as shit wasn't going to forget today. He'd carried a damn
coffin. A routine mission it was supposed to be, his unique
skills needed he'd been told and now he'd not slept for the six nights
since he'd got home - refusing the stay in hospital but accepting
the strong painkillers. "For once, you don't have to hold me or 'Ro together,
let us deal with this shit with you." Trowa knew he'd been blocking them both out, going for
walks, staying up to read, even avoiding sex as when his heart rate
increased he felt that jolt of adrenalin and heard the sound of an
explosion echoing. As always, when Trowa was like this, Duo knew that he
wouldn't respond so he continued. "You spend all your damn time
trying to keep this relationship balanced and us fucking okay that
you forget about you, Tro'." He stared at his beer and then felt Duo move, slipping
out of the padded booth, and Trowa looked up to see Heero there, a
brief exchange of touch and look all that was needed to communicate
between them. "We're goin' home as getting drunk ain't gonna
help anyone and tonight you are gonna let us in and tell us the shit
in your head." Trowa was about to speak when Heero cut him off. "You can't pretend nothing happened." He knew he couldn't, ganged up on, and he downed the
rest of his beer, straightened his jacket and walked out of the bar
with the two men he shared his life with. Two men who understood what it was like to see death
first hand, who knew his feelings of failure, who understood the new
scars on his psyche and body. Two men who let him speak in his own
time, who kissed away the feelings of failure and self hatred, who
made him forget for a while with bodies and mouths and hands. And while Trowa didn't sleep properly that night, still
seeing red mist and bodies and broken glass, he slept better on that
seventh night, his body between Heero and Duo's. |
