Walking the Tightrope – Chapter 04

Author: Asuka Kureru (asukasama@ifrance.com)
Homepage: http://asukasama.free.fr
Series: Gundam Wing
Warnings: Yaoi, romance, sap, love triangle, threesome, heavy lime to nearly full lemon, dunno yet; the POV is shifting between the boys.
Couple (trio?) : 1+2+5, 1x2x5x2x1 and diverse combinations ^__^
Disclaimer: They're sharing, why can't we do the same? ;_;

This morning, when Duo woke up, Heero had been away from the nest for a while already, if he believed the cold blankets. The half-awake boy turned around to snuggle Wufei instead… and only found a pillow.
Grumbling, Duo sat up, rubbing at his eyes, and glared around. Nope, he was alone in the room. Disgruntled, the boy got up and walked, or more like stumbled, to the kitchen. Wufei was sitting there listening to the news on the radio.
"Good morning, lazy ass."
"Fuck off Wu, 'm not in the mood," grunted the chestnut-haired teenager, dragging a chair away from the table and letting himself fall on it gracelessly.
Chuckling, the Asian pilot poured a cup of coffee for him. It was wrenched out of his hands without any thanks or apology and then slurped down very noisily.
"Another," demanded the boy, giving his cup back. Wufei poured it obligingly, still laughing softly.
After a while, Duo began to regain his humanity, and looked a little more alert.
"Where the hell is Heero? Why the hell wasn't he in bed when I woke up?"
"He was warned that there would be a communication from J, he had to take it from his Gundam, you know it's more secure. So he's going to stay there, until noon at least, and use the trip to verify that Wing is still in good working order. You know if he had to walk to there, it was better that he find a way to make it worthwhile…"
Duo made a face. "And you?"
Wufei shrugged. "He woke me up when he left. I have a meeting with someone from the Chinese resistance this morning though, so it's no big deal."
"So you decided to leave me alone, too? What good is it having two boyfriends if I still wake up cold and alone?" growled the other pilot.
Wufei couldn't help it. Duo looked so indignant… He began to snicker, uncontrollably.
"Hey!!" protested the boy.
"What do we look like, auto-warming comforters?"
"Bastard," grumbled Duo once again, not awake enough to answer more intelligently.
He got up again for yet another cup of coffee, then, this time, sat down in Wufei's lap, snuggling. He was feeling much more amiable already.
They cuddled for a little while, Duo slowly sipping at his extra-strong beverage and Wufei thoughtfully running a hand along his braid, slipping wild strands of hair back inside.
"The wonders of promotion. First I was a comforter, now I am a chair," mused the Chinese boy, grinning slightly.
"Be happy that I have a use for you, boy," smirked Duo, getting up once again to put the cup into the dishwasher.
He turned around and looked at his boyfriend. If Wufei was still there and not taking care of his duties, he probably had something to tell him. The braided boy lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting.
"Do you have something to do today?"
"Nope. Just finished a big mission, remember? I'm on vacation now."
The Chinese boy nodded pensively.
"Duo… I really think you should go spend time with Heero today. We just had a date, you and me, and… I know that between you and me it's still new, and believe me I'd love to spend all my free time with you, but I don't want him to feel neglected, you know? We are not going to make up for the lost time between us all at once, and if we even try, he is going to feel really abandoned."
"Damn, you're right…" admitted Duo with a grimace.
"One after the other is good for the moment, you know. I know it looks like we're taking turns playing with a toy, but if you only go out with me for a while, then only with him, one of us is going to feel like the other has gotten the better end of the deal, and, well…"
The braided boy let out a long sigh and rubbed at his head. Damn-it, it was too early for that couple-psychology thing.
"Yeah, I see what you mean. One of you getting jealous is the last thing we all need just now."
"I think that after a while, it will not be necessary to plan your private time that way, but for the moment, it would be better."
Duo began to laugh softly. "You're so logical in this… Hey, how come each of you is trying to hook me up with the other one?" he asked with a grin. "First Heero telling me to go on a date with you, and now you…"
"Only returning the favor," smirked Wufei. "He is being very considerate about this, the least I can do is being considerate too. Furthermore, I…"
He stared at the table for a while, his nails mechanically scratching at a pattern.
"I never thought that he could be… frail. So insecure. He's always so strong, never afraid of anything…"
Duo nodded, his face unusually serious. "Heero has a heart of glass," he said in a low, hushed voice. "It is why he hides it so well. He would not survive a blow there."
Wufei frowned, ill at ease with such a subject.
"Damn-it, I think I preferred it when I still believed that he was a tough and cold bastard of a soldier."
"Too late," chuckled Duo. "He's always trying so hard, you know. I think this is the only thing that he really fears, being hurt by someone he opened up to. Not being injured or even dying. Just being hurt in his heart. But he does it anyway. He doesn't trust easily, but once he does, it's entirely, and forever. And I… Damn. I love him so much for that… Anyway," he cut himself, rather abruptly, as if he couldn't bear any longer to talk about that subject, especially since his voice had a tendency to soften in a very unmanly way without his consent. "Anyway, as I was saying, too late, because now you've seen it, and you're gonna keep on seeing it." He was frowning at the Chinese boy, trying to impress into him how this subject was important and not to be laughed off.
Wufei chuckled softly. "I don't think I really mind that. It's just… It was so unexpected. Two weeks ago he was my greatest rival, and now we're sharing things about ourselves that we never talked about with anything else…" He shook his head, as if he was refusing to believe it.
Sighing wistfully, Duo leaned against him and nestled his chin on Wufei's shoulder.
"You getting soft on me, Wu-bear?"
The black-haired pilot mock-growled and shook his shoulder to push him away.
"Not on you, no," the Chinese teen shot back, smirking.
"So, tell me, honey, am I going to have to get jealous of Heero over you now?" asked the braided boy, his eyes gleaming maliciously, as he jumped to his feet.
Wufei snorted disrespectfully. "Hardly. I'm beginning to understand him more, I never said I was falling for him."
"Too bad…"sighed the braided teenager, dancing around the room with excitement. "Think about all the kinky threesomes we could have!! All the possible combinations!!"
Wufei shot him a contemptuous glare. "You're a hormones-crazed pervert."
"Duh! I'm a teenager. Of course I'm hormones-crazed!"
"Well, go get your hormones-crazy ass over to Yuy then. I have things to do, and at least that way he will be of use to me."
The blue-eyed boy got a speculative look in his eyes, and Wufei caught him glancing in the direction of the hangar. The Chinese teen groaned inwardly. Way to go, Wufei. The poor Japanese pilot would have no idea what hit him.
"Thanks, Wu-love," chirped Duo, leaning forward for a kiss. "It's a great idea, and I'll make sure we use it to its fullest! Don't expect us back before late afternoon, and I have a cell phone just in case a mobile suit falls on your head or Treize stops for tea or something like that, don't worry, later, bye-bye!!" And grabbing his wallet in passing, the braided menace ran outside.
Wufei sighed. He wasn't sure if Duo had been thanking him for the idea of going outside, or for the idea of boinking the boy from L1 silly. He had a feeling it was not the former.
Wufei had his meeting and then ate in town, knowing that he would not see the two boys at their house today anyway. But then, he didn't know what to do, so he came back. The house was empty, like he had known it would be. He took it upon himself to straighten the living room up a little. It was messy, especially since they had moved the mattresses down there. Some personal effects had followed, and since there were no drawers to put them in, they were mostly resting on chairs or on the table, or littered around on the floor when they were Duo's things.
Once finished, he sat down on the bed-nest-thing, and then fell back on it, sighing. It smelled of the three of them. It was strange, Wufei nearly never used his sense of smell, but he could pick apart Duo's and Heero's easily. They smelled nothing alike. He wondered how he smelled to them, then, he shook himself and thought that he was being lazy and it was bad, he should be doing something productive instead of daydreaming in bed.
It was a beautiful day outside. He was sure that around the house he could find something to do. He walked out on the grass, admiring the peaceful woods all around. He had been getting lazy lately with his training anyway…
The Chinese boy stretched his legs and arms, then his back, and after a little warm-up exercise to get his muscles to respond fast and well, let himself flow into the first kata he had ever learned.
A couple of hours later, Wufei was nudged out of his trance-like state by a change in the sounds around him. Being careful to keep his balance and the rhythm of the kata he was performing, he extended his senses out of his body, concentrating on being conscious of what they taught him, and not on letting all the information flow around him.
It was late afternoon and the sky was tinting orange and pink on one side. Birds were twittering in the trees…
Ah. That was the difference. They had stopped on one side.
When one of the katas made him turn around, he glanced under his lashes at the side of the forest that was silent.
They weren't hiding, really, just being very discreet and very careful of not alerting him of their arrival… damn them, they knew all the things that made him pay attention to his surroundings.
Duo was leaning against Heero's side, one elbow on his shoulder and an arm across his belly. Heero was playing with the end of his braid, contemplatively turning it around between his fingers. They were observing him with an unnerving attention.
He saw Duo grin suddenly, having apparently understood that they had been spotted. Casually, he asked Heero, as if Wufei couldn't hear:
"Magnificent specimen of wildlife, isn't it? We should have these woods classed as a national park. The creatures nesting there are quite fetching…"
"Hmm… And in good health too. Look at the gloss of the pelt, and the healthy tone of the skin…" continued Heero, totally deadpan.
Wufei nearly missed a step, and had to fight to keep a straight face and continue acting as if they weren't there. He kicked slowly in the air, careful to keep his balance while he was moving his foot in the air. The movement made him turn around so that his back was to them, more or less, and he knew from experience that the position made the muscles of the back stand out quite noticeably. He felt slightly embarrassed and had to force himself to keep a sufficient detachment so as not to accelerate the movement.
"And FIT. Wow."
"You're not supposed to be drooling over wildlife, you know."
Damn. He knew it. Duo was checking him out. He could feel it, a tingle between his shoulder blades.
"Tell me you're not, and I'll believe you. Not."
"But I hide it better."
The childish "so there" was so audible in the curt answer that Wufei nearly chuckled out loud. The …date, or whatever it was that they had been doing, had done good for Heero, or so it seemed. He sounded more relaxed now than he had sounded in weeks.
'Since when do I take notice of Yuy's state of relaxation between missions?… And while I'm at it, since when is YUY checking me out?!! Unless he's playing along with Duo…'

He couldn't help but shake his head to dispel the idea, and it made him tumble oh so slightly in the next step. Of course, offsetting his balance for the next movement. The third was too fast to compensate and he stopped there, preferring to make it look like he was stopping by choice, and not because he was falling flat on his face.
He straightened and looked at them, lifting a challenging eyebrow. Maxwell grinned back at him, and Yuy smirked, letting his eyes flicker down then up to his face again.
Wufei blinked and began to blush. Yuy really had been checking him out. And was still doing so. In front of him even, and without any shame.
"Hello there, handsome stranger," chirped Duo, approaching him, a very visible bounce in his step. Heero followed, still looking at Wufei with an amused little smirk on his face.
"Awww!!!" whined suddenly Duo, making a face. "Heeeeroooo…"
"What?" asked the pilot patiently, knowing that Duo was back into one of his childish acts and that it was best to just play along for now.
"I wanna glomp Feifei and cuddle him and smooch him and pet him…"
"I caaaaaaaan't…." sniffled Duo, over-dramatically.
"Why?" sighed Heero.
"He's all sweatyyyy… It is very sexy to look at, all those muscles glistening, but I don't wanna hug him like that, eww…"
Heero glanced at Wufei. Then at Duo. Then at the yard between them and the house.
"Mission accepted," he announced with an overdone seriousness, before stalking to the house.
The two longhaired boys stared at his back, wondering what he was thinking about, than looked at each other and shrugged at the same time.
"So, I'm an exotic animal, then?" asked Wufei, detachedly examining his nails.
"Oh yeah, and may I add that I love your mating rituals?" answered Duo with much enthusiasm, leering at him. The Chinese boy gave him a dirty glare.
"Let's see if I have claws, would you?" Wufei answered back, extending a hand to catch him.
"Naw! Don't touch me, you're all sweaty!!" the braided boy cried out, dancing out of reach.
They began to run around the yard, Wufei trying lazily to catch Duo and Duo trying not to laugh so much that he couldn't run.
And then, Heero came back.
A few minutes later, Wufei resurfaced from under the dirty surface of the small pond, spitting vile-tasting water. Duo was wiping his damp bangs from his face, glaring daggers at Heero who, standing on the bank a few feet away, was still laughing at them, the hose in hand.
"May I know what the hell possessed you to attack me with the damn water hose?" asked Wufei in a haughty voice.
Unimpressed, Heero smirked down at him and pushed his thumb on the hose's mouth menacingly. Duo cringed.
"You asked me to rid Wufei of his sweat, didn't you?"
"By pushing him into a muddy, dirty pond after having traumatized him with freezing water from a damn high-pressure hose? And me? Were you supposed to chase me into the pond too?"
"Collateral damage."
"Argh!!!!" shouted the braided teen, grabbing a handful of mud and flinging it at Yuy. He dodged with ease, still looking superior, and began to drag the hose back to its support. Duo stared at his back, looking disgusted.
"Hey, Fei?"
"Why the hell isn't HE wet?"
Wufei shrugged and climbed out of the pond, then turned around and silently offered his help.
Duo grabbed Wufei's hand and began to climb the steep bank, but suddenly, he lost his footing and half-stumbled, half jumped aside, nearly dragging the Chinese boy back into the muddy waters head first.
"Eww! I walked on a toad!!!"
"Gross," commented Heero, who was observing them from a safe distance. "Did you squash it?"
Duo made a disgusted face and jumped directly on the grass to avoid a repeat, using Wufei as a support.
"No, it just slid away from under my foot… Urgh."
Heero mock-sighed wistfully. "Too bad. Would have been one less to croak all night…"
"You prefer to have a toadless, lonely night rather than a toadgore-free boyfriend?" glared Duo.
"Frankly? You make almost as much noise as one, anyway."
"Fine. You can go hump one tonight. Me and Wu will sleep just fine without you."
"I wish you pleasure," the Japanese answered dryly while turning around to walk to the kitchen's door. "You both stink like a muddy toad pond anyway."
Duo shook a menacing fist in the direction of the brown-haired boy, but he didn't even look back and disappeared calmly into the kitchen. The clean kitchen that Duo had needed three hours to scour this morning. Damn, now they couldn't follow.
"We'll get him back later," Wufei consoled him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "… may I suggest a shower though?" he added, taking a whiff of Duo's clothes and wrinkling his nose.
Duo glared at him.
"Tu quoque, fili!!"*
"It hurts to admit it, but, he's right. We stink. And that's only going to get worse as we dry."
Duo made a face.
"Ok, ok…"
They traveled reluctantly to the bathroom, trying to stay clear of the carpets.
"We need to get back at Heero, yanno," commented Duo, pushing the bathroom door open.
Wufei walked in after him, to see that the braided boy was already ridding himself of his shirt and flinging it into the laundry basket.
"No, dear, I need to get back at Heero," said Wufei while turning around to get rid of his own shirt and socks. "You deserved what you got for pushing him to go after me. See it as poetic justice."
"Aww, you're so mean!"
"…never said I wouldn't accept your help for my own revenge, you know…" mused the Chinese boy.
Duo laughed.
Wufei turned around to put his shirt in the basket…
… and nearly swallowed his tongue. He had caught a flash of totally nude backside, only covered by damp tendrils of hair here and there. Duo had been walking into the shower stall, without any clothes on, his pale butt, a striking contrast against the more toned remainder of his skin, and very flashing through the dark gold locks that were tumbling from his half-undone braid to stick on the small of his back.
Duo got the shower running and began to undo his braid, and Wufei could only stay where he was, unable to detach his eyes from the troubling blurred picture the stained glass offered.
"Ah, shit, I've got mud everywhere! 'Fei, help?"
The black-haired boy nearly jumped, caught in the middle of his daydream.
"Wufei?" called Duo, reaching to turn out the water. Wufei hurried to the stall door and half-opened it, careful not to peek inside.
"Gimme a hand here? I can't reach everywhere and each one of my hairs is coated by a layer of mud, it's disgusting…"
"… ok…" agreed the Asian boy in a low voice. His heart was beating in his throat and he couldn't seem to control the throbbing in his belly.
"You've still got your pants on, idiot!"
Looking away, Wufei let his pants slide from his hips and flung them into the basket. He couldn't look at Duo; it was just impossible. His cheeks were warm, warmer even that the rest of his body, and he could feel his heartbeat nearly everywhere in himself, it was beating so hard.
He jumped when two hands touched the waist of his boxers and tugged down. Duo was looking at him, his eyes dark and intense under his messy, wet bangs.
"It's ok, Wufei," he whispered, tugging the boxers a little lower, slowly.
"Duo, I…"
"Help me?" asked Duo, turning around to show him his hair, cascading down his back in snarled tangles.
Wufei swallowed nervously and before having the time to think about what he was doing, he took off his boxers and stepped into the stall. The hand he put on Duo's shoulder to tell him to give him some space, shot arcs of tingling warmth through his whole arm, which went to bury into his chest.
He took hold of the showerhead and carefully directed it to the top of the mass of tangles, to see if the mere weight and soft push of the water could untangle some of it. It did, but not much. The mud was acting against the natural tendency of Duo's hair to just slide free.
"Give me the shampoo," he instructed, proud to hear that his voice didn't tremble or sound overly breathy, but totally casual.
Duo obeyed in silence, and Wufei began to work the shampoo into his hair, slowly, using its slippery feel to untangle most of the locks with his fingers. The long tendrils stayed stuck against his skin, around his fingers, up to his wrists, and he had to fight them, to smooth them back in place, with the mass of Duo's hair, where they promptly meshed with the rest and went to plaster themselves against the pale back, languidly slipping lower and lower over the mass until they were in place.
Wufei was concentrating so much on his task, so as not to have an embarrassing reaction, that it wasn't until Duo put his hand against the wall in front of himself and sighed that he realized that the American's legs were oh-so-discreetly shaking.
"Duo…?" he called in a voice whose huskiness surprised him.
The pale shoulders before him tensed briefly, then without turning toward him, Duo reached back to take the shower head from his hands, put it back into its support, then reached back once again to grab him. He caught his wrists, and gently tugged until Wufei's arms were circling him, snugly pressed against his wet skin. The Chinese's intake of breath was shaky-sounding at best, and he gasped silently when the boy pressed his back into his own chest. Shampoo bubbles were lazily sliding down both their skins, and the damp tendrils of hair plastered themselves against his torso, Medusa's serpents ensnaring a man in their embrace.
"Duo…" the black-haired boy sighed, pressing his mouth to the other teen's shoulder, tasting the skin.
The American turned around in his embrace and circled his neck with his arms, pressing their fronts together. They both gasped when their bellies came into contact, then sighed against each other's mouths before kissing languidly, deeply.
Wufei's hair was escaping his ponytail's confines, slowly freeing itself to go caress his boyfriend's face. Laughing lightly, Duo chased the damp bangs from his nose and tucked them behind Wufei's ears, caressing their ridge in passing. The Chinese boy shivered and pressed his face into the hollow of his comrade's shoulder.
Duo dug his fingers into black hair, massaging the skull below, descending toward the higher part of his nape, and Wufei arched against him uncontrollably, when the bolts of pleasure shot down to the small of his back.
"What the…"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" chirped Duo, doing it again without any thought.
"Oh yes…" moaned the boy, slumping against him. Heero had done it too, but, maybe it was Duo, maybe it was the water, it hadn't quite had as much of an effect.
Duo laughed low in his throat, and Wufei nibbled at his earlobe to teach him to laugh at him.
"Gods, Wu… Maybe we should stop that for the moment and wash ourselves, or we're gonna get a good splash of cold water just when we get around to it…"
"You're right," sighed the black-haired man, disengaging from the other's arms.
He blushed like mad when, lowering his eyes a second, he caught sight of their arousal, pointing high toward each other's. Duo was as excited by this as he was.
He had control of his physical need, repeated the boy, again and again, grabbing the soap and beginning to lather his arms and shoulders. He had control of his physical needs. He would not jump Duo. He had control of his physical needs. Jumping Duo was bad. He had…
"Wash my back?" asked the imp, turning around and winking saucily at him over his shoulder.
He lifted his arms to lift the mass of hair off his back and let it fall over his other shoulder, baring his body from nape to heel, the position making his muscles shift under his pale skin. Wufei moaned out loud, half aroused, half appalled at the influence the little demon had on him.
"Damn you," he growled, rubbing the soap against Duo's skin with energy. The chestnut-haired boy laughed.
"I'll do yours, if you want, 'Fei-love…"
Choking on a moan, the Chinese teen pressed tight against his back and bit down on his neck, sliding his arms around to flatten his palms on the tease's nipples and caress them in short circular motions. Duo arched back into him, his buttocks clenching against Wufei's groin.
"Don't call me that! Do you want to be washed or what?"
"Call you what?" whispered Duo. "Fei? Or love?"
One second later, Duo had been whirled around and was backed up against the solid wall of the shower stall, his lover huddled up against him, caressing his chest with one hand and his hip with the other, devouring his mouth as if he was trying to swallow him whole. The chestnut-haired boy moaned and caressed back; sliding his hands down Wufei's back to his butt and kneading it, pushing his hips rhythmically into his own. Their tongues danced together, pushing, caressing, chasing each other around.
They had trouble at the beginning establishing a common rhythm, but finally, the hand Wufei had on the other boy's hip slid lower, to the crack of his butt, making Duo grunt, then lower still, to the higher thigh, and he guided the boy until his leg was bent high and wrung around his own hips. The other leg stayed dangling, not quite touching the ground enough to gain leverage.
Duo moaned. The position made his hips shift upward, opening his legs to accommodate his lover's hips, offering his body in a totally vulnerable position, and giving the maximum of stimulation.
Wufei's foot slipped a little, and Duo clung tight to his shoulders, startled. But the Chinese got his equilibrium back and found a way to put his feet so he wouldn't slide again, something decidedly unpleasant in the middle of things. Duo laughed nervously.
"Don't worry, I won't…" murmured the black-haired boy, rubbing for the first time his member against the crack running between his lover's cheeks and thighs.
"…let you…"
Another slow push. The head of his cock pushed past Duo's balls, rubbing against his shaft.
"… fall…"
They rubbed against each other, their whole body caressing the other's body, faster and faster, losing themselves in an ascending spiral of pleasure coming from the warm water falling down on them, their hands kneading into each other's muscles, and the so intimate contact.
It didn't take long to bring them over, and they stayed in the shower stall for a long time afterwards, slumped against each other, slowly recovering, panting under the cooling water.
Finally they were able to get up again, and rinsed themselves of their mixed essences and the soap their contacts had covered them with everywhere, a decidedly interesting way of washing, before walking out of the stall, exchanging deep looks of understanding and tender little smiles, a whole dialogue without any words.
While Wufei was squeezing Duo's hair in a towel, Duo dried Wufei, patting down his body. They got into each other's way more than once, but it never lasted long enough to get awkward. There was a need to take care of the other, neither knew quite why.
Finally, they were mostly dry. They stood facing each other, staring into each other's eyes, unwilling to leave behind this so intimate moment of sharing. Then Duo had an impish smile, breaking the atmosphere.
"Was good…"
"Oh yeah….."
"But next time, I'm in charge."
Wufei was surprised at the way his body reacted to this confident affirmation. If he hadn't had a climax not long ago, he would have probably reacted visibly. As it was, he still felt warmth coil up in his belly. God, he loved men. He loved strength. And Duo was one of the strongest people he knew, mentally and physically… And was promising to show him how much he was. So exciting.
"You know what?" The brown-haired boy asked out of the blue.
"We don't have any clean clothes with us. We're gonna have to run to our rooms naked."
"Oh gods! I hope Yuy's still in the kitchen," groaned Wufei, mortified at the idea of being caught strutting around in his birthday suit.
Duo snickered, amused by his lover's prudishness. It wasn't as if Heero had never seen Wufei naked. They had even made out, damn it.
"Here we go!!" he exclaimed, tugging at Wufei's wrist as he began running down the corridor.
They were already in the stairway when they heard Yuy move around in the kitchen, calling them and asking what was happening.
"Nothing, honey!!!" Duo called laughingly. Wufei jumped forward and ran even faster, dragging Duo behind him. They thundered into Wufei's old room, and he slammed the door behind him, slumping against the wooden planks and sighing.
"Damn, this is the most embarrassed I've ever felt since the time Meiran caught me cuddling my old plush dragon!"
Duo burst out laughing. Harrumphing at his lack of compassion, Wufei went to his bed to dig into his pack for clothes.
He found himself caught, his arms pressed against his sides, blocked by the arms Duo had tightened around his hips, and yelped when the American lifted him up, kicking twice before he felt Duo stumble, and then going carefully unmoving. His lover's arms were strong around him, totally imprisoning him, and there was no way he could get free without seriously hurting him.
"Duo! Let me go!"
"Nope, don't want to," laughed the boy.
Wufei wriggled, and froze when he heard him moan.
"Didn't we talk about letting me be in charge?" he whispered before flinging him on the bed. Wufei just had the time to turn around before he was pounced on and buried in the soft mattress by the weight of his lover's slim but strong body.
"Again!? But, Duo…"
The chestnut-haired boy laughed, propping himself up on his forearms to look down at him, his drying hair falling down around them both, like a silky tent.
"Duo, I can't!"
"Oh yes you can. Want me to show you?"
He began to travel down his chest, mapping diverse areas with his lips and tongue, making the black-haired boy shiver and bite back a moan.
There was a knock at the door.
"Hey, are you coming to eat, or do I throw your shares in the trashcan?"
They froze, blinking at each other. Duo grinned at Wufei, mouthing: "But I'm already eating…"
"Err… We're coming in a few minutes, just searching for clothes!!" called Wufei, praying for Yuy not to open the door.
"… Ok…"
He sighed, relieved, when he heard him walk back down the stairs… then gasped and nearly cried out when Duo caught his cock head in his mouth and began to leisurely suck, making little slurps, like an infant suckling at their mother's breast.
"Hey, I wanna eat, and you said you'd come in a few minutes. I just wanna help you…"
"That was very lame as far as dirty jokes go, you kn…ooOOH!"
Duo chuckled, lapping at his shaft, cat-like.
"You were sayinmmh?" he asked while swallowing him again.
"St-top HUMMING around me, damn-it!!!"
"Duo!! hnnn…"
Heero was sitting at the kitchen table, pensively staring at the food he had gone to lengths as of yet unknown to prepare by himself, and playing with his napkin. He wasn't fooled one second; he knew what they were doing in Wufei's room. You didn't need to go to Harvard to understand that. And they had taken a shower together… knowing Duo and his love, no, need, for physical intimacy, it hadn't been only a shower either.
He didn't know how he was supposed to feel, waiting for his lover and his lover's lover to show up and join him, knowing that they were making love just above his head. Anger at their lateness and lack of regard for him? Jealousy?
He didn't feel jealous, knowing that Wufei was experimenting, for the first time probably, the pleasures Duo's total love could bring, knowing that Duo was wholly devoting himself to the Chinese warrior. If anything, he was content for them.
He just felt lonely.
So damn lonely.
The food was only lukewarm when he finally heard the stairs creaking under their feet, and their laughing voices whispering words he couldn't clearly make out to each other, but definitely intimate. He turned his head to look at the door, the biggest move he had made since he had sat there to wait, and quietly slipped out of his chair to go put their plates in the microwave, not saying a word. They were finishing the exchange they had begun in the stairs and he didn't really try to make sense of their words, letting them wash over him. They were here, in the room.
He still felt lonely.
'Damn it!! Enough with the self-pity!!' he mentally snarled. They were there, he wasn't alone anymore! Yes, they had had an intimate moment in which he hadn't even been thought about, he was sure, but it had been their right and he had known it would happen when he had proposed the arrangement. He hadn't thought about Wufei earlier, when he had been with Duo at the hangar. So why did he feel so glum now?
He took a deep breath and turned to face them. They were looking at each other with a tender look in their eyes, smiling. Intimate.
As if he wasn't even in the fucking room.
"Hey, thanks Heero! You didn't need to do that, it's our own fault if we eat cold…"
Heero looked at Duo, startled out of his thoughts.
So, Duo had been taking notice of his actions, even when talking with Wufei… The braided boy was now smiling at him, half glad and half embarrassed.
"Sorry we made you wait, love…" he muttered, leaning toward him. He wound his arms around Heero's shoulders and kissed him thoroughly, reacquainting his tongue with the Japanese's mouth's confines. Heero relaxed and caressed his back by reflex.
"You shouldn't have waited for us," Wufei blurted out, startled, when he noticed that Heero's plate was untouched and as cold as theirs had been.
The messy-haired boy shrugged, the action somewhat hindered by Duo's arms around him.
The American pressed himself against his side, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder, and gave him a warm smile, as intimate as the one he had given Wufei. Heero felt a great deal of the loneliness disappear.
Then Wufei's hand brushed against his other shoulder, and he turned his head to the other side. The Chinese boy was standing at his right, looking to the side, his cheeks tinted pink.
"I am sorry. It was very inconsiderate of us and will not happen again."
And before Heero could say that it was nothing to be so concerned about, Wufei reached out and caressed Heero's cheek, just barely brushing against him, his palm fitting snugly against the roundness there before falling away.
Heero stared, eyes wide, one of his hands slowly going up to brush against his cheek where Wufei had touched him. The black-haired boy didn't dare look at him at first, but visibly gathered his courage to look back and give an awkward little smile.
Not knowing what to say, Heero just bowed in acknowledgement, his eyes softening involuntarily.
"Hey, looks edible again now! Gimme your plate, Heero," Duo said while holding the other plates out for Wufei, acting as if he hadn't noticed, to avoid embarrassing Wufei or Heero any further.
They traded plates and the three of them sat down at the table, talking a little while, waiting for Heero's plate to warm up, since the two longhaired boys didn't want to eat without him. It was casual, relaxed, normal. Warm.
Definitely not lonely.
And if Wufei's fingers happened to be brushing against Heero's wrist the whole time they waited to eat, no one seemed to notice.
* "Tu quoque, Fili": Latin, "you too, my son": Julius Caesar's words when he saw his adoptive son Brutus amongst his assassins.


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