Three Really Is a Crowd

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Gundam Wing. No profit is made. Suing, no thanks!

Title: Three Really Is a Crowd 1/1

Pairings: 1x2xOC, 1x2

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Post War, Yaoi, Romance, Threesomes (briefly), Get Together, PWP (I guess.)

By: PageKarasu (Neru)

Summary: Heero and Duo have taken to a different kind of extracurricular activity. Even less anticipated are the complications it brought with it.

Notes: Just reassurance that this is a 1x2 fic primarily. The OC characters are just sorry excuses for a plot :P.

Three Really Is a Crowd


It was a fact. They had never fucked one another. It was all part of this odd arrangement that had formulated and took on the shape of some dysfunctional mania. Both needing release but never willing to jeopardize the friendship that they had, Duo had suggested one night, that Heero join him in browsing the local eye candy at the cobalt eyed boy’s confession that he wasn’t entirely sure whether he was attracted to men or women or if it even mattered at all. The lilt in Duo’s proposition had suddenly made all reasons screaming at him not to go, insignificant.

They had met a blonde they both found to their liking on the way home from their surprisingly exuberant night. They took him to Duo’s apartment, stripped him down naked and discussed almost strategically how they’d go about enjoying themselves. The boy they’d brought back looking a bit bored suggested they fuck each other whilst he watched, assuming there’d be more opportunities with the ex-pilots. Their faces swung toward one another, both mirroring a look of uncertainty and it was suddenly a simple unspoken understanding about the direction they would proceed with their new found partners.

From then on, whenever a lover would ask with praise of their gorgeousness or downright beg Heero and Duo perform anything that wasn’t a mere platonic pat on the back with one another, they regarded each other with a few moments of trepidation always opting to change the subject and between the two of them, easily succeeding.

And so as Heero thrust deeply in and out of tonight’s lucky treat, he let his eyes shift across to Duo. Duo’s own eyes gleamed as they gazed back at Heero, the long haired boy’s naked body flexing as the club boy took him deeply into his mouth. Heero groaned, paying no mind to the accepting body’s muscles contracting beneath him. He picked up his pace as he watched as Duo let his eyes close and head hang back in ecstasy.

Heero didn’t really know how this continued; how he’d allow himself to let these ménage à trios continue. He’d not hear from Duo for a couple weeks and then a call would come in on his cell and Duo would tell Heero in his ubiquitously dramatic tone, what a hard of a week he’d had – that he needed a night out. Easily enough Heero would pause, never wanting to sound too eager and then agree every time. He’d drive in to town with heavy anticipation rolling in his gut and they’d meet up and scout the local pubs and clubs for prospective fuck buddies.

It had been three months now that the friends had been entangling their libidos in rigorous threesomes. Heero gradually noticed that when he’d fuck someone Duo always seemed to face him no matter the position, his eyes watching. He started to notice that Duo never kissed any of the guys they’d slept with, even if they were persistent about it. Heero noticed how Duo’s lust fogged eyes stayed glued on him openly, moaning and panting every time.

One particular instance as he was about to come, Heero glanced up to find Duo staring at him. Violet eyes roaming up and down his body as it began to tighten and writhe. He didn’t miss the ‘yes’ hiss from between Duo’s teeth as he saw Heero grip the boy’s hips and pull out to remove the condom and come along the lucky guy of the night’s ass. Moments later he heard Duo, ever vocal groaning his release. Heero’s head swirled even as he brought the boy to his completion. It was the hardest he had ever come and he knew with dreaded certainty that it wasn’t from the boy under him dripping release onto his hand.

Duo would usher their lovers out of his home with talk of work and sleep, hours after the post coital languidness wore. Heero would always follow and Duo never asked him to stay. Sure, they were friends; a long history behind them and something to look forward to since they started their adventurous escapades. Things started to change as they always tend to do though and it had started with their most recent lover.

*

“I really need to fuck someone.” Duo stated, taking to being blunt since they’d started openly sharing lovers.

Heero just shook his head. For some unknown reason sex was the farthest from his mind, for the first time. He glanced at Duo whose leg shook against the couch in anxiousness. Duo stared back.

“Let’s go out Heero.”

“I don’t want to tonight.”

“Why’d you come by then?”

“We did use to be friends Duo. Remember? I was thinking we could catch a movie or grab some take-out. Maybe work on that car that’s been collecting dust in your spare parking space?”

Duo looked guiltily at Heero who was leaning against the frame of the kitchen archway, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed over his chest. “I know we’re friends! I just really need some sex. Rain-check on the car – I do really wanna work on it.”

Heero sighed. “And if I don’t go?”

“I’ll…I don’t know…” Duo scowled.

“Won’t fuck anyone without me there?” It was a casual question but one he’d always wanted to know the answer to nonetheless. Tonight was a perfect opportunity for that.

Unfortunately for Heero, instead of answering, Duo stood and walked over to him – standing mere inches away.

“Look Heero,” And Heero rolled his eyes. He was wondering when this particular brand of ‘talk’ would come about. His attention was brought to a significant halt as Duo placed a palm flat against Heero’s chest and his other gripping his shoulder, “look nothing’s changed. Why don’t you come a day early next weekend and stay over? We’ll work on the car all day. It’s just tonight I’m really aching for some physical contact.”

Heero was acutely aware of Duo’s hands on him and his cologne swirling around him at his close proximity. He could see the sexual electricity vibrating off of the strands of Duo’s hair and the lust caged in his darkened purple eyes. Suddenly, Heero found the idea of finding a guy for the night a forcefully appealing thought.

So again there Heero was, fucking a cute blonde guy much like the first one they’d encountered at the start of their extra-curricular activities. They couldn’t wait to be naked and engaged this time so they agreed to taking to satisfying their need in the handicap stall of the men’s bathroom. It was a high end club, so there were lounges in the large bathroom stalls, allowing for baby changings or Heero thought fleetingly, exactly what they were doing now. Duo had sunken down against the lounge seating as Heero pounded into the blonde from behind; the blonde sucked enthusiastically up and down Duo’s cock.

Duo had indeed needed it and Heero was fine admitting to himself he actually needed it now too. The blue eyed boy fixed his gaze on Duo who he knew would be staring back. Heero was not disappointed, he was staring; his chest heaving deeply as he watched Heero pull out all the way and thrust back in repeatedly. The blonde whimpered each time around Duo’s cock causing him to grunt. Then suddenly, the boy was arching up, trailing open mouthed kisses along Duo’s abdomen and under his jaw. Heero watched with very clear feelings sprinting to the forefront of his thoughts as the guy got a hold of Duo’s face and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

He watched Duo resist at first but the fist around his erection distracted him long enough to respond in sheer surprise. He’d chanced a look at Heero after and was surprised to see that he had pulled out of the willing body beneath him, cock still hard and throbbing. Heero had felt an anger build up in him that coursed through his veins like fire being doused with oil. He anticipated fucking the boy so hard that he’d hurt him so he opted to pull out and bring himself off.

The long haired boy watched Heero’s rock hard cock bob a couple times as he yanked off the condom and started stroking himself. Heero came in less than ten vigorous strokes, if just for the sake of getting out of the club to clear his suddenly muddled head. Duo watched dumbfounded as Heero zipped his jeans, pushed at the bathroom door and walked out. He looked back to the blonde, the feeling of Heero missing like a big uncomfortable elephant in the room. The dancer hovered over the quickly withering erection as an uneasy feeling washed over Duo. Apologizing to the dancer, he went in search of his unpredictable friend.

He found Heero waiting outside for him, helping a bouncer who’d hurt his hand from a fight that was still being broken up. When Duo sidled up to him, Heero nodded and they walked in silence back to the apartment.

“Heero what happened?” Duo queried, unable to refrain from asking as he opened the apartment door and followed Heero inside.

Just the question alone brought an angry snarl to Heero’s lips and he threw his car keys hard against the table and they bounced off into a dark corner.

“Whoa! What the hell is with you?” Duo asked shocked.

Heero made fast work of putting his shoes back on. He couldn’t stay. He looked to the confused face, a question shaping on Duo’s lips. The lips that kissed that boy. There was an unsaid kissing agreement he thought ridiculously. They didn’t touch one another and they didn’t kiss anyone else; even if he had never brought it up to Duo.

“I have to go.” Heero stated looking for the keys he threw.

“Wait a minute, Heero,” Duo tugged at his sleeve. “No. Stay for a while, will you? Something is wrong. Let’s just talk about it.”

Heero, successful in finding his keys ignored him, bee-lining for the door.

“What’s got you so angry? What’s wrong?” Duo asked incessantly following Heero toward the door.

Heero swung himself around to face Duo and nearly didn’t recognized his own voice as air pushed past his gritted teeth and he shouted, “You fucking kissed him!” followed up by slamming the door in Duo’s face.

Duo still stood planted there even as he heard tires screech outside.

*

Heero growled for the fiftieth time as he sat at his desk. “It’s Duo again. Call me.” *beep*

He was embarrassed. Ashamed. Regretful that he yelled at Duo like that. He had run away. He tried rationalizing for the last few days that it was just a kiss. Not nearly as intimate as having your cock buried into someone’s tight ass, right? It wasn’t suitable for him to be upset.

“Heero, I won’t stop calling until you call me back.” *beep*

It was stupid to placate Duo’s insane social requests anyway. It wasn’t part of his personality, that he alone would completely ignore the dangers of getting entangled sexually with strangers at all. He was safest with his hand and thoughts. Even if there was no Duo who would stare at him intensely as he fucked some slutty dancer in hot pants.

The kiss bothered him. Obviously.

“I called my phone provider. He understands my predicament and I now have unlimited calling free of charge until you call me back.” *beep*

What was it about the two of them? Thinking on it now was dangerous but inevitable after last weekend. He found Duo insanely attractive when he thought about it. Why couldn’t they find release in one another? Why had he never taken the request from their other lovers, giving it full consideration? Would he fuck Duo? Yes. His mind supplied immediately; body reacting at the thought of Duo gripping his headboard, moaning uncontrollably as he pounded into his undoubtedly warm heat. Duo’s sinewy legs would wrap around his waist urging him deeper…closer as arms dragged him until he could feel their breaths mingle.

Heero absently listened to the final, most recent message.

“That’s it. I’m coming down there. Wondering how I’ll get there? I’ll bring that beat up car. She runs you know? Let’s see… you’d be at work right now. I know you so well. Be there in a half hour.”

Heero lurched forward in his chair. Duo was going to show up at his work?! To talk about…

Heero quickly looked at the time stamped call, noting it to have been left about forty-five minutes ago.

“Shit.” He swore and decided to take an early lunch even if it was only 9 a.m.

Catching a glimpse of a braid rounding the corner, Heero snuck into the restroom on the opposite attached building. He momentarily was filled with relief but thought it better to find cover in a stall, even if just to think for a moment. Things got increasingly mystifying when Duo came around and his mind supplied yet another question to which he had no answer. All he could think of was Duo in provocative poses, laid before him like the present he could never tell anyone he’d wanted. Wanted. He wanted Duo. Yes, well that much was achingly clear, he thought as he stared at his anxious lap. He wanted more than just Duo in bed, alone… his mind allowed him. He tried thinking more on it but his heart pounded uncharacteristically in his chest. It thrummed in his ears so loudly all he could hear was the rushing of blood circulating his body. He didn’t hear the door swing open and someone walk in until he felt the presence in the room.

He stood staring at the braid from behind the stall door as it plopped against the floor; he presumed it belonged to the only long haired man he’d ever known. Duo was checking beneath each stall for him. He wondered what he’d say once Duo had caught him hiding in a bathroom stall at his workplace. He scowled and scolded himself at how foolish he was acting. He was out of control of his emotions and determined to get them back in order.

Heero yanked the stall door open and Duo stood there in all his angry glory. His irate ex-partial lover looked around, kicked the door to the men’s room shut and shoved a waiting room chair underneath the handle. Heero’s mind supplied that he wasn’t the only one acting out childish ploys.

“So Heero, with nowhere to run to, no way to avoid me, no way to get out of here without a fight, we are going to talk about why you stormed out on me… twice even. Why you haven’t returned my phone calls,” Duo listed, extending a finger every time he named something off. “But most of all why that blonde little tart kissing me seemed to set you off.”

Heero scowled even more. He was not appreciating the way Duo was attempting to handle things. Heero played out multiple scenarios in his head as Duo leaned back against the sink waiting as if he had nowhere else to be.

Heero considered surprising Duo with a hug and an apology; he’d seen Quatre, Trowa and Wufei exchange such sentiments before but at the thoughts running through his head about Duo, he thought better of it. Maybe it would be better just to answer Duo’s questions honestly. Maybe it would allow some clarity that his own mind refused him.

“Fine, Duo.” Heero said stepping a few feet in front of him.

“Geez. Finally. I never pictured you as the run and hide type,” Duo stated exasperatedly, fear catching his features briefly as he realized how Heero would react to it, “Ah, all I mean is,” he hurried on pushing his palms in the air in front of him in a calming motion at Heero’s aggravated glare. “I don’t really know what happened. I mean I do know, but I need some clarification.”

“Fine.”

Duo frowned. “I don’t know how to really word what I want to ask…”

“Just ask. Nothing has ever halted your use of vulgarity before now.”

The violet eyed boy looked surprised at Heero’s words but asked anyway, “Why did you leave us hard and hanging in the bathroom last weekend?”

Thoughts of the incident caused Heero to stonewall his face into a mask of stoicism. “I couldn’t walk out of the club with a hard-on.”

“Real cute Heero. Answer the question.”

Heero sighed. “That guy kissing you really turned me off. I was afraid I’d hurt him if I didn’t get out of there.”

He watched Duo recollect the scene and his eyes widened a bit as the words fit to the memory. It was out there now wasn’t it?

“You didn’t want him to kiss me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter? I just assumed since you never had let anyone before…”

“Yeah it matters. Why did it bother you so much?” Duo asked, coming to stand closer to Heero.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t you? Why’d you leave my place so angry?”

“I don’t know, Duo. I left angry because all I saw was you kissing him back. It really pissed me off.”

Duo straightened suddenly. “You wanted to kiss me instead?”

“I…” Heero struggled and turned his head away.

There was a long pause and then Duo asked the question he had been thinking about himself.

“Heero, why did we never fuck each other? I mean, a lot of them wanted us to. I think I wanted to too.”

Heero looked back toward Duo, shocked.

He held his palm upright as if in a shrugging gesture, “Since we’re being honest and all.” The braided man offered.

Heero found his voice. “Is that why you watch me when I’m fucking them?”

Duo’s face visibly reddened.

“I figured it was just the act turning you on. It was so clear on your face, the lust.”

“I was watching you. It was you, not the act.” Duo mumbled in confession.

“Why the middle man then?”

“I don’t know.” Duo mimicked Heero’s earlier response.

“I don’t know either.”

They both stared at each other cataloguing their conversation. A rattle at the door caused them to both jump in surprise and Duo sheepishly removed the chair from its place under the handle. A cute blonde boy poked his head in. There seemed to be an over abundance of attractive blondes.

“Oh! Sorry guys. Three is a crowd in these.” The guy said, seemingly feeling the situation but clearly needed to use the restroom.

Heero stopped the man. “It’s fine. I think we’ve said all we can say.”

The blonde scooted past them bypassing the urinals, quickly shuffling into a stall.

Heero and Duo walked out of the bathroom shoulder to shoulder. A different kind of tension was there now.

“Heero?” Duo asked turning toward the boy next to him.

“Yes?”

“Three is a crowd, isn’t it?” Duo asked, hoping Heero would get what he was saying. An apology? An offer? A new agreement?

“Yes, I realize it really is.”

“Coming over early this weekend to work on the car?” Duo asked, feeling the need to veer toward more familiar territory.

“I don’t think–”

Duo cut him off. “Please.”

“Okay.”

With a final nod they both turned and walked in opposite directions, neither knowing what the hell was happening between them after all these years.

*

“Wrench.”

“Here,” Duo reached out with the wrench. “Anyway, Lilli let me know that I was obligated to bring the cheesy dance music. She made it sound like the gayer I was, the better the selection she’d be blessed with. Fucking stereotypes.”

Duo watched Heero roll out from beneath the car. “You do have all the cheesy dance music though.”

Duo gave an indignant snort wiping his own face, but only succeeded in smearing more grease across his cheek.

“Duo, you look like you stuck your face in the oil.” Heero smirked and grabbed a clean rag to scrub at Duo’s cheek.

The smirk turned to a smile as Duo’s face scrunched into a wincing pout.

Things were turning out better than they’d both anticipated. There was an amicable camaraderie the moment Duo opened the door in his coveralls, greeting Heero. Working on the car had kept them both distracted allowing them to let their guard down enough to act like they used to. As friends. Except… they both realized earlier in the week that – that wasn’t at all what they had wanted. However unconsciously, they both changed so quickly over the last few months. Duo had recalled as smudges were wiped from his cheek, the effect the kiss with that dancer had on Heero. It was amazing to Duo that Heero had even admitted how he felt and now here they were both attracted to one another, but Heero’s metal blue eyes focused on his task. They weren’t planning on searching for a lover when night fell. His need for Heero was at his fingertips if he so desired it. So then what was he waiting for?

Suddenly, Duo knocked Heero’s hand away from his face; the rag flew onto the greased and lubed parts on the hot inside of the opened hood of the running car. Heero swore and dived beneath the hood to retrieve it before it got caught somewhere that would cause a problem. He froze with the rag in his hand when he heard Duo’s words.

“What?” he said, swiveling toward Duo.

“I said kiss me.”

Heero stood glued to the floor as he stared at the defiant and challenging look in Duo’s eyes. He didn’t understand why they looked that way when he wanted nothing more than to do as was asked. Duo stepped close to Heero, running a hand hesitantly down his chest. He looked up at Heero who stood rigid with owlish eyes staring back. Duo looked back down to his hand on resting between Heero’s pecs, noticing how the Heero’s chest heaved slightly, heat rolling from beneath his t-shirt.

He fixed his violet eyes on Heero’s again, confidence renewed and he shoved Heero’s chest a little. “Fucking kiss me, Heero.”

And then with something akin to a growl, Heero’s lips were covering his own. They moved a bit clumsily at first, both too concerned with accommodating the other’s style. Soon, Duo let Heero take lead and every nip and playful pull of lips as they explored each other’s mouths sent jolts of aching need to a place that would soon need more attention.

When Duo finally pulled back for breath he looked at Heero to gauge his reaction. Duo noted the stained blush that swept itself over his cheekbones and how his dark blue eyes, always so resolute, swam without focus. Duo understood the feeling exactly.

“Why did it take so long for that to happen?” Duo wondered aloud as he pressed his face into Heero’s neck, inhaling.

“We were scared, stupid, undeserving?”

Duo pulled his head back to look at Heero. “Undeserving?”

“For me, I always just thought you were too good for me. I never considered allowing myself to breach that line. Then the threesomes came,” Heero ran a hand through his hair, “I recognized a lot. I accepted your calls knowing I’d get to be with you in that way even if I couldn’t actually touch you. It was difficult to fight then.” Heero revealed as he let each of his hands slide down on either side of Duo’s flank.

Duo’s face was twisted in a surprised mix of longing and disbelief. He pressed himself against Heero, nuzzling under his jaw with slight nips and kisses that made a noise of appreciation leave Heero’s lips.

“I noticed you from the start.” Duo mumbled into Heero’s ear as his hands traveled south.

“And the kissing rule?” Heero breathed.

“I didn’t have a kissing rule. I just never wanted to kiss anyone but you.”

Duo grinned at Heero’s short controlled moan as he pressed his palm against the bulge trapped beneath the coveralls folded at his waist. “I wanted you fucking me, grabbing my hips,” Duo whispered hotly, dragging his lips across Heero’s cheek toward his mouth as his hand kneaded Heero into a horny uncontrolled mass, “I wanted you pounding into me, just me, no one else around. I wanted to see you come.” The long-haired boy finished, eyes flickering between Heero’s slit blue orbs and his own lips running along Heero’s as he spoke.

Duo wanted him to give in completely. Take control and fuck him and kiss him until he was sure it was really all real. He and Heero and survived two wars together and when Duo thought back on it, flashes of times in the past siphoned through his head. Many were images or incidents where he found himself wanting Heero. He looked to Heero still standing like a turned on statue on the grill of his truck. It’s really easy to want him, Duo thought, before taking Heero’s mouth with his.

Duo pulled back with a slight suckle on Heero’s bottom lip, “Anyway, we should get back to fixing the valve cover and topping of those fluids.” Duo drawled, pulling away from Heero and walking to bend over the seat and grab the keys from the car.

When he turned back around Heero was right behind him with a look of mock displeasure. He forcibly took and threw the keys over his shoulder, slammed the car door and dragged Duo by his wrist inside.

They made it to the guest room; the double doors wide open with the king size bed beckoning to them. Heero knew Duo was playing at something and he didn’t want to play at all this time. He wanted Duo and all the teasing in the world wasn’t going to sojourn what he’d been aching for -for months. He backed Duo up until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he was driven to sit.

Duo took to zipping down the rest of Heero’s coveralls and helping him step out of it. Duo in turn stripped off his own, making use of the sensual charm all the while. It didn’t take long for Heero to straddle his new lover and push him to lie down. Heero stroked his hands along the inside of Duo’s arms, placing them on either side of his head, following with his body and pressing it fully against Duo. Heero kissed Duo as if it were the only thing in the world that he was capable of doing.

“I wanna touch you too, Heero.” Duo grumbled, trying to get his hands free.

Heero raised his hands, still grasping the long haired boy’s wrists and slammed them back down against the bed as his answer. He let his kisses rain down Duo’s chest when he heard him whine. It took long moments before he let his lover’s arms free, only relenting his hold when his mouth was hovering over Duo’s hard cock, resting against his stomach.

Heero was intensely satisfied in mind with the mewling and hard pants coming from Duo’s mouth. His own cock appreciated the rubbing against the sheets, pre-cum making it a little less painful and a bit more pleasurable. He pulled his head back, drawing his tongue around the crown of Duo’s erection.

“I just want you to know I’m the one doing this to you.” Heero said, his voice much deeper than normal, “It’s not some stranger, it’s me. You always wished it was me, didn’t you?” Heero said catching Duo’s eyes with his and taking Duo in his mouth nearly to the hilt.

Duo cried out and tried snapping his hips forward as Heero’s throat massaged him. He quickly changed his mind and implored Heero to stop before he came. Heero obliged, though he held himself over Duo not letting their bodies touch.

“Yes, I always wanted you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Please just fuck me now, Heero.”

A deep growl in Heero’s throat was loud in the room as he reached in the bedside drawer for lube and condoms, letting it scatter on the bed next to them. He hastily applied lube to two fingers and worked them into Duo. He could barely wait to be inside him like he’d imagined so many times in his dreams.

As he reached for the condoms, Duo stopped him.

“Don’t use it.”

Heero stilled his hand inside his lover. “What? No, that’s a bad idea Duo.”

“No, I haven’t ever been with anyone when you weren’t there. We were smart you know? Got tested last month remember? I only want to be with you from now on.”

“I…”

Duo pushed himself against Heero’s fingers.

“Heero.” Duo bleated.

“I just can’t let anything ever hurt you.”

“Now isn’t the time for sentiments! I need you. Kiss me.”

Heero leaned forward and Duo hungrily reached for his lips. After a few moments, Heero’s fingers began their swift dance inside him again until he was pushing back hard against Heero’s fingers.

“Fuck me.” Duo gasped with his eyes squeezed shut as Heero brushed against something inside of him.

With one forgotten glance at the condoms, he lubed his throbbing cock and poised himself at Duo’s entrance, pushing Duo’s knees apart.

“No more clubs?” Heero asked, pushing forward a slowly.

Duo shook his head back and forth vigorously.

“No more blondes in your bed?” He ground out, settling in Duo completely.

“Just you, Heero.”

Heero was pleased with this, comforted that he felt and wanted Duo as much as Duo wanted him. He was further pleased as his long-haired lover’s long legs wrapped around his waist, much like his daydreams, one foot rubbing against the thigh just beneath his ass.

“Mmm… Duo.”

Their eyes met and Duo inclined his head and wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck to bring him against his body and lips. They both could wait no longer as Heero gave the first shallow thrust, the pressure of Duo’s lips sending bursts of electricity bouncing through his veins and imploring him into movement.

Soon shallow thrusts became deep and fast and one of Duo’s legs was thrown up over Heero’s shoulder, the other drawing him in with every movement. They were both hankering to reach that crescendo of climax but did not want it to end either. Heero gave in first, looking down at Duo’s sweat shone face with one eye open, the other closed in concentration as he quickly lubed his hand and reached between them for Duo’s arousal.

He pumped purposefully; adjusting his stroking to what Duo moaned the most too. Duo’s muscles were clenching wildly against his cock causing him to pant and groan. Duo kissing him and moaning into his mouth was what finally brought him over the edge.

“Ahhh… fuck… Duo.” He groaned as blinding white shot from beneath his eyelids.

He continued to pump Duo in his hand as he slipped out of him, the firm bite Heero placed at the juncture of his neck bringing Duo to his climax.

Heero raised his head slightly, concerned for the sudden shaking form beneath him. He groaned in a different manner at Duo laughing beside him.

“I hardly think this is a laughing matter.”

Duo rolled to his side, laughter subsiding as he stared at Heero who had half of his head buried beneath a pillow.

“I’m sorry. I’m just laughing at myself.”

“Hn.”

“I can’t believe I wanted you since I met you and finally have you. I can’t believe it took so long to figure it out. I can’t believe I proposed threesomes to get you here. I’m just happy, Heero. I finally have you.”

“You pretty much always had me.” Heero mumbled.

Duo rolled to lie against Heero, dragging his teeth against his muscled shoulder before kissing it and falling asleep next to the one he’d worked so unconsciously hard to get.

*

Heero sipped his black coffee in front of the shop across the street and rolled his eyes when he saw Duo coming his way.

“Do you really have to wear that?”

Duo feigned hurt. “What? It’s a statement shirt.”

Heero rolled his eyes again. He gathered that from the way ‘Exclusive’ was written in white box letters across the front of his black t-shirt.

“It’s not that bad, Heero. Much less than what I’d normally opt for.”

Heero rose and walked close to his lover. “Yes, I suppose it is. Ready to go then?”

Duo nodded grabbing Heero’s hand. A secretive naughty smile played across Duo’s face as Heero didn’t catch the text on the back of the shirt.

‘Heero Yuy is mine. Three’s a crowd.’

-Owari