Suddenly, after the relative calm, there was a swarm of missions, as if Wufei and Heero's had marked the end of the period of rest. They had to go left and right, sometimes together, sometimes alone, sometimes meeting with the last two pilots. They barely had the time to breathe for the longest time –much less do anything else – when they did end up at the same place by two or three, they slept in the same bed, holding on to each other to make sure to have the memories for a time when they would be alone in their Gundams or somewhere in a school again.
The two weeks without missions, all three at the same time, a few months after the last time they had been together, came like a god-sent gift. They didn't have to talk about it much to agree to meet in their old house, with the pond and the bed-nest and the yard. No one had ever noticed them living there, and no one was standing guard waiting for them to come back to the area, so it was perfectly safe to return.
The first three days, they did nothing other than sleep, eat, and sleep some more. The two days after that saw the introduction into their routine of watching TV on the couch together, spending hours in the shower, also somewhat together, cuddling and brushing hair for a few hours, by various pairs or trio, then sleeping some more. They needed their rest.
The sixth day, Duo decided that they were rested enough.
He had missed having fun with his lovers. Now he wanted to go on a date.
Surprisingly, it had not needed much convincing. Time together was good. Distraction for their poor brains was better. They were getting close to being burnt out.
So they went on a date.
They were walking down the street when Duo stopped and hurried toward a shop on the side. Surprised, the two Asian teens didn't follow right away.
Duo was drooling in front of the window. "Guys, you remember that you owe me, right?" he asked over his shoulder.
"I beg you pardon?" Wufei asked, stunned.
"The time I found you kissing in the living room. You agreed that you owed me and that when I knew what I want for compensation, you'd give it to me..."
Wufei and Heero glanced at each other and gulped.
"It was a long time ago," Heero tried to negotiate.
"You owe me a good-sized amount of interest then."
The two dark-haired boys sighed as one.
"What do you want, then... oh, no you don't!!" Heero had noted what was in the window.
"Duo, you know we can't get tattoos," Wufei growled, embarrassed. "We'd get identified too easily."
"Why? I don't plan on asking you to get them in visible places, and since we didn't get them before the war, and we'll only leave this town if we are spotted anyway, that's not as if the tattoo parlor's records will betray our movements or something..."
"Duo, no," Heero answered in his sternest voice. "I do NOT want a tattoo."
They bickered back and forth for a while before Duo relented. Only once he had gotten his consolation prize, though.
They'd get their hair dyed instead.
Upon seeing the satisfied smirk on Duo's face, Wufei and Heero understood that they had been had. He had been targeting it right from the start.
"Duo, please, we'll be even easier to remember..."
"We're in a town that counts seven times more high schools and colleges than the national average. A fourth of them have their hair dyed in some way. At the worst, if 'certain people' learn that we're in that town, it will throw them off trail long enough for you to change colors again."
"Duo...." Heero whined, abandoning all dignity for the sake of preserving the state of his hair.
"I won't ask for anything flashy like hot pink or fluorescent green, I swear. Now come on."
The two boys crossed their arms on their chests and glared symmetrically. "No way, Duo."
"Don't fidget so much, Fei-love," whispered Duo. "The color is taking... aww, don't make a face, it should be visible only under the right light and the man told me that if you really hated it, he could dye it over with black again and it won't look funny at all. I swear... Oh, no, please, not the pout..." added the braided boy, trying to keep his tone saddened and not snickering.
Heero was too busy glaring at himself in the mirror to take part in the one-sided conversation.
"So, what are we doing now, oh master of my life?" asked Heero once he had successfully dragged his two lovers away from the den of darkness and evil things that was the hairdresser's shop – after all it doubled as a tattoo parlor and the temptation was too great for Duo to resist for long. Heero did NOT want his lover to get a tattoo on a whim and have to listen to him bitch about it later on, or even worse, like it and convince them to get one too. Nonono. Dyed hair was enough damage. Hair grew back, after all.
Still smirking self-satisfiedly, Duo took the time to ponder the question, suggesting a few things. Heero grunted his approbation or glared his disapprobation, but Wufei was still too busy fidgeting with his hair to participate. The man had forbidden him to tuck it behind his ears or to tie it back for at least one day; it could mess with the way the color was settling and leave him with an uneven coloration, which was even worse than having a color in the first place.
But now, he had his hair travelling all over his face, which had been his main reason for the habit of tying it back so tight before. It wouldn't stay put any other way. Every time he caught sight of a deep blue lock, he pushed it back with haste, trying to forget, just to un-tuck it a second later for fear of getting a blue patch somewhere. From his point of view, Heero was luckier, he had only gotten red highlights, and since his hair was dark brown it didn't look as unnatural as Wu's space blue hair.
Plus Heero had been convinced to have the hair on the back of his head trimmed – not his bangs, Duo liked them long and they didn't bother him – and now Duo was petting him every ten seconds to feel the soft and thick strands move against his fingertips, as if he were a cat. Wufei felt jealous. He wasn't even supposed to touch his own hair yet.
"Wu? What do you think about that?" asked Duo suddenly.
"Umm, I wasn't listening," admitted the Chinese boy, looking at his feet.
Heero and Duo were staring at him, and he realized that they knew very well that he hadn't a clue what they were talking about, because they had been observing him for a little while already. He frowned, trying not to pout. It was undignified to pout... oh, hell, who was he fooling, he was pouting. Slightly, yes, but it was still pouting. And blushing, too.
"You're so cute," snickered Duo. Wufei death-glared at him.
"Call me cute again and die."
Duo looked bored. "Yanno, after being subjected to Heero's glares for so long, I'm slightly desensitized..."
Wufei slapped him on the butt, hard.
"YEOWCH!! Bully! Heero, he beat me!!"
"You deserved it!! Heero knows it!"
"Don't look at me, I'm not taking a side," the Japanese teen commented before strolling away, his hands in his pockets. Still glaring at each other, they ran after him and took care to placing him between them.
Heero glanced right, then left, and sighed. 'Let's dissipate that tension,' he decided, dragging the boys to a game center close by.
Duo's eyes lit up, and Heero smiled at his visible pleasure. They had loved to hit the game centers even before they had gotten together, but it had been at least three months since the last time they had been able to indulge in that pastime. The braided boy disappeared into the crowd as soon as they entered the building, abandoning his lovers. More circumspect, Wufei paused at the door, taking in the scene.
Heero stayed at his side for a short while; it was obviously the first time Wufei had entered this sort of establishment. The electronic noises and the various exclamations from gamers were making him frown reflexively. Knowing that if he was left pondering, Wufei would decide that he hated the place already and nothing could make him change his mind on that, Heero pushed him forward, following Duo's trail.
"Here, take my place," Duo sighed after ten minutes of trying to beat Heero and getting distracted by his lovers.
Wufei was frowning faintly, staring at the shooting game. He glared at the electronic gun Duo pushed in his hands, then leveled his glare with Duo's eyes, but it seemed mixed with disappointment, and a touch of sadness.
"I don't think...."
Heero put his hand on Wufei's shoulder. "You like the concentration needed for sharp-shooting," he said.
Wufei nodded. "But..."
"And I know you get adrenaline highs too."
"But..." Wufei tried to protest again.
"Here, you can exercise your precision and your reflexes, and get adrenaline highs, and never feel bad because you got high on hurting someone. They're pixels, not people. And you only shoot at bad people, and they all deserved it, and they only have to wait for the next player to get back to life anyway."
Heero put the gun back in Wufei's hands. The Chinese boy stared at it for a few seconds, then his grip firmed and he gave Heero a fierce nod. Smirking, the Japanese pilot took the other gun and began a game.
"...Now, if you're afraid to play because you know you could never beat me..."
"We'll see, Yuy," smirked Wufei, hitting a bull's eye on his first target.
Two hours later, they had beaten half of the games and gotten decent scores at a third of the rest. Most of the regular clients were staring at them with something akin to jealousy-tinged awe, but they didn't care.
Well, Heero and Wufei didn't care, totally engrossed in their competition. Duo lapped up the attention with great pleasure, chatting amiably with some of the kids and explaining some tricks he used. A small group of girls –a rarity in a game center –was asking him question after question, some on the games, some on how and when he had learned to play that way, some totally on his personal life. He was evading those sorts of questions with a grin, though.
"Do you think we should go rescue him?" Heero asked.
"He seems to be enjoying himself so far," his comrade answered with a wry grin. "He can handle them."
"Don't know how he does it," Heero muttered. "People. Urgh."
At the next game, when Wufei's turn came, Heero made sure to slide an arm around Duo's waist as casually as possible, leaning against him. Duo didn't even blink and continued his conversation, but Wufei wanted to laugh so much that he nearly lost a life. Heero was being so possessive...
The girls faltered in their speech, then one went "Drats!" and then money changed hands. Heero's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't get to demand an explanation.
Duo was choking on his laughter.
"We bet that longhair was with the other guy," one of the girls kindly explained to Heero, who turned a soft pinkish color.
Duo wondered if he should tell them about the two not being mutually exclusive, but finally decided not to. He was attracting enough attention as it was. Too bad, it would have been fun.
"Gross, faggots!" one of the teenagers they had beaten exclaimed. "On a date with your girlfriend?" he asked Heero, sneering.
"Liking other men doesn't turn you into a girl," Wufei commented before Duo could punch the guy's face in for calling him a girl, not even turning away from his game to look at the boy. "Seems to me that you're attacking their sexuality because you're not feeling man enough to attack their abilities. Says lots about your own masculinity..."
"What did you say?!"
"Oh, excuse me; it seems that I’ve used words that are too big for you. I'm translating."
He stared down his nose at the boy, with his haughty stare that could make anyone feel like an unworthy worm.
"Big mouth, but small dick. That's what I said."
The girls and half of the guys were close to rolling on the floor.
Things would have gotten ugly if the manager hadn't chased them all out. Not feeling like they needed to make a scene, the trio left calmly, walking down the street to find something else to have fun with.
They stopped for a while at a place with a fountain, and sat down on the edge to talk, just exchanging quiet, unimportant comments about the date so far, and about the people milling around them. Duo let his hand trail in the cool water, wondering for one second if it truly would be too much to strip and jump in. He was hot, damnit, and not the good kind of hot.
He considered Heero, then Wufei. The first was seated on the fountain-edge at his side, the second crouching in front of them in that Asian way he couldn't quite master, being unable to site on his heels without having them leave the ground like Wufei was able to.
Wufei protested and grabbed Duo's ankle to prevent from falling backward when his braided lover's foot pushed on his shoulder, and the Chinese boy had to put a hand backward not to let his ass kiss the ground.
"What did you do that for?"
"... I beg you pardon?"
"I am hot," Duo repeated, slower, tugging on his T-shirt. "Hot as in temperature, although I also am in other ways. Hot as in heat. There is an ice-cream stand over there. Do the math."
"And why should I be the one to go, when you're the one who wants ice-cream?" Wufei scoffed, amused against his will by his boasting.
"You were so chivalrous, protecting us in the game center. I'm sure you don't mind continuing to be."
Wufei scowled, opened his mouth to answer, then realized that Duo-logic was indeed very hard to parry. He was managing to find something, though, when Duo continued.
"Plus I paid for your hair and Heero paid for the games, so it's your turn."
Wufei could have said that he hadn't asked for the hair, but he glanced up at them, sitting, relaxed, before the fountain, and there were tiny droplets beginning to gather like dew on their hair and skin, and the light hit them just so...
... Wufei got up and went to buy ice-cream.
Duo and Heero got back to exchanging soft words here and there, and playing at sending water droplet on each other, flirting without even touching or looking directly at each other. Heero was feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks.
Suddenly, there was a strawberry-ice-cream cone under his nose. Heero blinked.
"I didn't ask..."
"I don't either. Shut up and take it."
Heero snorted, but took the cone.
Duo was devouring his own, not without picking on Wufei because the man had bought one for himself as well. Heero shrugged and began to eat the treat, and soon, all that could be heard between the three of them was slurping sounds and little moans of appreciation.
Heero's tongue was lapping at his ice-cream, and suddenly Wufei was assailed by a very vivid mental image. One that he didn't want to think about too hard, not in public anyway or he would die of shame.
Duo lapping at his own ice-cream was sensual, but then, everything Duo did could become sensual. And he had expected Duo eating ice-cream like he would give a blowjob. He went at it with his eyelids shadowing his irises, concentrated, but with a little smile of pleasure on his face. But Wufei had not expected that his own brain would betray him by sending him images of Heero going down on him the way he was eating his own ice-cream. And that was precisely why the sudden mental picture hit him so hard.
Heero... On his knees before him... and... Wufei's hands lost in his messy hair... and his lips wrapped around him, and his so intense blue stare fixed on him... Oh gods.
Two seconds later, Heero's wrist was caught in Wufei's hand and there were lips devouring his own where his snack had been. Surprised, he tensed and tried to step back instinctively, but then, he realized that Wufei was the one kissing him –and gods but he did kiss well.
The two revelations went hand in hand; he didn't get any time to dwell on the first. The second was much more interesting to take advantage of. Grunting in acknowledgement and appreciation, Heero began to kiss back, and soon they were locked into an embrace, ice-creams cones half forgotten in favor of the mingling tastes of strawberries and chocolate.
Forgotten, Duo stared openmouthed at his boyfriends. His own ice-cream was slowly trickling over the back of his hand, but he didn't care. There, in front of him, in a public place, with no prompting at all, Heero and Wufei were lip-locking like crazy, a deep, ravenous kiss that looked like they were trying to taste each other's very soul.
They separated finally, slowly, Wufei abandoning Heero's throat to lick at his lips, chasing after the strawberries taste that was smeared all around the teen's mouth, Heero's arms rubbing up and down Wufei's back in a reflexive gesture.
Then their eyes met, and they both stopped to look at each other.
Heero stared at the black-haired pilot, as if waiting for an explanation to the sudden assault. Wufei's mouth opened and closed a few times, then, finally he shook his head, and smirked crookedly at Heero.
"I blame it all on the strawberry ice-cream," he managed to chuckle.
Heero nodded as if what he had said was a totally obvious fact that had somehow managed to escape his awareness by a strange accident.
"Yes, strawberry ice-cream is a traitorous thing," he deadpanned.
Wufei punched him on the shoulder.
When they turned to him, together, as if they had remembered their audience at the same second, Duo was fanning himself with his hand, his jaw still hanging.
"Shit, did they put something in your ice-cream or what?"
"Umm... sorry, Duo," Heero managed to mumble, embarrassed.
"Sorry? SORRY? I dun want no friggin 'sorry', I want you to do it again, damnit."
The two Asian pilots facevaulted.
Duo watched them kiss for a moment, first with nervousness and self-consciousness, then with less tenseness, then nearly as hotly as they had been kissing earlier. He had always known that he was something of a voyeur, but seeing the two men he loved so involved in each other...
The braided pilot decided to take a hike for a short while; they were in public, kissing like that was the limit. If he popped a boner in the middle of the place, that would not do.
He met some of the girls from the games center walking around the place and they chatted for a while... until one of them spotted the two Asian guys kissing by the fountain.
They began to catcall and whistle, laughing... then one of them froze.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed, glancing at Duo worriedly. "That's..."
"Looks like... That cute guy you were with..."
"It is," Duo agreed with a grin.
"But, I thought... that is..."
"Yeah?" Duo asked, lazily licking his ice-cream cone without taking his eyes off the two kissing men.
"The short-haired one... He isn't with you?"
"Oh, yes, he's my man," the braided boy answered cheerfully. The girls stared, dumbfounded.
"But the blue-haired guy's like... kissing him... And you're not even jealous?"
Duo shrugged, grinning. "That's ok," he assured them.
"He's my man too."
The girls facevaulted. Then the brown-haired one who had given away money before turned to her friend and they began to bicker about their bet.
Grinning at them, Duo sauntered closer to his two Asian lovers and slid an arm around each. Turning his head to look at the girls, he winked at them, before kissing Wufei deeply. He released him and kissed Heero, and then, wriggling his fingers at the spectators, dragged his boyfriends away, laughing. Most of the passer-bys were trying to pick up their jaws, but the girls, after a moment of surprise, cheered.
Chuckling, Wufei slid an arm around Duo's waist and hooked his finger in Heero's back pocket. Heero shook his head with amusement and bewilderment, but finally, he did the same. The love of his Duo for provocation would always flabbergast him.
As soon as Wufei opened the door, Duo ran past him and threw himself at the closest water tap. The Chinese teen blinked before opening the door wider for his comrade and entering the house after the braided tornado.
Heero sat down on the couch's armrest and leaned heavily against the back of the couch. Duo had made them run back and forth in every street he could find, and he was glad to be able to rest now. Not that he hadn’t had fun, but it was a welcome change to be able to stop for a while.
He glanced at Wufei. Since the strawberry incident, they had taken turns alternately avoiding and seeking out each other's eyes, as if playing a game of tag. The kissing had been very good... but surprising, and unnerving. But so very good.
And they had Duo's benediction and encouragement.
Wufei passed in front of him, and Heero suddenly lunged for him, grabbed his arm and sat back, dragging the startled Chinese man onto his knees, his back to Heero's chest.
"Heero?!" Wufei protested, caught by surprise. He briefly tried to struggle, but Heero's arms were tight around him. "What are you doing?"
"Relapse. Strawberry withdrawal."
"Oh?" the Chinese teen asked, fighting back a laugh.
"Yes. I need to take some samples to verify that you're clean," he added, his tone as serious as usual, turning Wufei on his knees to make him face him.
"A sample, huh?" the black-haired boy asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Heero nodded and leaned closer, his arms tightening around Wufei's hips, his stare turning intense, of that peculiar intensity that always left Wufei short of breath and dizzy.
"Then by all means, proceed," the black-eyed pilot breathed, smirking slightly, and let his eyelids drop halfway.
That was all the invitation Heero needed to taste him the way Wufei had tasted him earlier, deeply, hungrily, nearly forcefully. Chang groaned and kissed back, but his position, seated sideways on Heero's knees and twisting to face the boy, didn't facilitate him retaliating. He bucked against Heero's arms and straddled the boy's thighs, smirking against his lips when the angle proved to ease his delving deep into Heero's mouth. Heero chuckled and stopped resisting Wufei's pressure, falling back over the armrest to sprawl on the couch.
"Hey!" Wufei protested when he found his back arched uncomfortably by the new position.
"Sorry, sorry..." Heero snickered. Wufei punched his shoulder.
Heero tried to crawl back on the couch to give Wufei some space, but his knees were dangling over the armrest and he couldn't find enough leverage. He twisted and squirmed under his partner's body, slowly crawling backward, until he was in a better position.
"You could have helped," he grumbled, glaring at Wufei who had just been lying on him, letting him do all the work.
The Chinese boy lifted his head to look at him, and gave him a crooked smirk. "I could have," he agreed.
Heero growled and grasped a fistful of blue hair, dragging Wufei's face down to meet his lips.
"Careful with the hair," Wufei gasped between two kisses. "The color..."
"You can get it redone," Heero answered, nibbling at his jaw.
Wufei crawled higher to have a better angle, and Heero lifted a surprised eyebrow at him. There was something poking his thigh, and that was definitely way too warm to be a gun.
Wufei grumbled and briefly looked away, but then he turned his smirk full force on the teenager under him.
"You seem to be enjoying this."
"This being you pinned under me? I'd be a fool not to enjoy it."
Heero growled and pushed him to the side, making him fall off the couch and onto the bed-nest, rolling and falling after him.
"Oof! Did J feed you gundanium? I swear you're heavier than Rashid..."
"And you know how it feels to be pinned under Rashid how?" Heero leered.
Wufei stared. "You're disgusting! Now move, you're putting pressure on my balls and that's not the good kind of pressure."
Snorting, Heero rolled on his side. "I'm sorry, did I bruise Little Feifei?" he asked, straight-faced, petting Wufei's crotch.
The blue-haired teen groaned. "That's lame, Yuy, very lame."
"I didn't say you had to stop touching me, though," the Chinese one mumbled. He glanced at Heero just to see his smirk widen impossibly.
"Really, now...?" the Japanese teen asked, his voice low, letting his hand slide on Wufei's inner thigh, tantalizingly close but not even grazing.
"Yuy! Touch me or don't, but don't tease! Or I'll just grab Duo and lock myself away with him, and you'll take care of yourself alone!"
"Bah, I'll still be able to listen to the sounds you'll make with him... Make sure there isn't a window, though," he added, kneading his partner's thigh.
"Voyeur," Wufei grumbled, trying to discretely rearranging himself in his pants not to feel that much friction against the leg of his pants. It was way too distracting and Heero wasn't helping any!
The short-haired boy snickered.
"Can I know why you INSIST on waiting for me to be away to jump each other?"
Heero groaned and let his head fall on Wufei's shoulder.
"We don't do it on purpose, I swear..."
"I don't do it on purpose," Wufei answered. "I don't know about him, though."
"I wasn't the one to drag you on my lap, now was I?"
"You were the one to push me back on the couch and sprawl all over me, though."
Duo groaned, and fell on the couch sideways, face first. "Will you stop giving me depraved mental pictures?"
Wufei glanced at Heero, then at Duo, discretely. When he looked back at Heero, the guy's eyes were gleaming. Visibly they had had the same idea.
Wufei sat up, grabbed the braided pilot's arm and dragged him down with him. Heero leaned over Wufei to hook his hand in Duo's belt and helped his fall. When they stopped moving, Wufei was half seated where he had been, and Duo was sprawled across his chest, his upper torso in Heero's lap and his face pressed against his hip.
"Hey, warn a guy next time," he protested, trying to find a place to put his hand and push himself up.
"What for? It's funnier this way," Heero answered.
"Funnier for you, maybe, but... Ooooooh. Is that for Wufei or for me?"
Duo had just noticed what the thing his cheek was brushing against was, and was moving his head back, his eyes crossing to try and get a better look at the bulge in Heero's pants.
"Don't know. First come, first served, I guess," Heero shrugged, looking indifferent. Duo laughed breathlessly, his eyes gleaming. Their eyes met and held, and Duo grinned dangerously.
"I guess I'm closer than Wufei," he mused, nuzzling Heero's fly distractedly. Heero groaned and had to force himself not to push his hips forward; he could feel his lover's warm breath through the cloth. And just when he thought there was going to be a more defined contact...
"Hey, Fei, not too bored there?" Duo asked, turning his head to look at his other lover.
Leaning back on his elbows, the blue-haired teen was observing them carefully. He smirked at Duo and moved his hips a little, letting the braided boy feel his own erection, trapped under the American's body. "Not really, no," he commented, petting the ass Duo was wriggling just under his nose.
Grumbling, Heero tapped on Duo's shoulder and gave a pointed glare to his own lap. "Wufei will amuse himself with your butt. He doesn't require your active participation. Now..."
The braided boy glared, amused anyway, and nuzzled teasingly at the hard flesh trapped just beneath Heero's pants.
"Duo..."Heero hissed, his hands clenching on the covers. Chuckling, the braided boy began to nuzzle up and down his length, putting slightly more pressure in this.
Heero closed his eyelids halfway. Duo was mouthing the cloth now, and he could feel his pants getting warmer and damper where his lover was playing.
Wufei was watching them, his hand laying on Duo's ass cheek, his fingers ghosting over the crack. When Heero met his eyes, he stopped, and they both blushed faintly.
"Whassamatter, Fei?" Duo asked, lifting his head from Heero's lap and glancing over his shoulder. Seeing his blush, he rolled on his back across Heero's legs, abandoning the Japanese teen's erection. Wufei's hand trailed down his butt, to rest over his hip when he stopped moving.
"Nothing, it's just... Are we really going to do it?" he asked, struggling not to look away.
Blinking, the American boy sat up, crossing his legs. "Do wha...oh. Umm. I kinda went with the flow here, guys... Wu, do you think... we shouldn't? You don't want to try?"
Heero scratched his calf with great care. "I kind of assumed we would... I mean... It doesn't bother me at all to have intercourse with the both of you. But if you don't want to, Wufei, it's not a problem..."
"I never said that!! It's just that... Umm. Damn, I feel stupid..." he groaned, falling back on the mattress and throwing an arm across his face. "Please excuse me, I'm being silly. I was ok with making out, but then I kind of realized that the way it was going, it would not stay just making out for long... and..."
"Wufei... If you don't want to go farther than making out with both of us at the same time, it's ok. I guess it can be kind of overwhelming..."
"Don't talk to me like I'm a shy little virgin, will you?" the Chinese teenager asked in a dry tone.
Duo laughed. "Sorry."
"You should know I'm not a virgin. I just..."
Heero frowned faintly. "You ok with having sex? Now? With us both at the same time?"
"Yes, I am perfectly ok with fucking you both silly, and stop patronizing me! I just..."
"Duo and I didn't do as much as Duo and you, and... I just don't have as much experience in male on male sex as you both do, ok?"
"Hey, that's true... I never took you!"
Wufei saw that Heero was staring openmouthed at him, turned crimson and wished the mattress would open under him and swallow him, or something.
"What, Duo didn't fuck you yet? I'm disappointed in you," he said to Duo. The braided boy looked sheepish for a second, then grinned and winked at him.
"Hey, such a hot piece of ass demands to be savored for the longest time, not to have someone go at it like a rabbit, wham, bam, thank you ma'am. And if you had not broken your ribs, I'd have gotten much more time to enjoy it! But since we had to be at your beck and call..."
"What?! When did I ask for you to be at my beck and call?? How many times did I ask to be left the fuck alone?!"
Wufei saw that it was going to turn badly, but if he put himself in the middle of that, he would have to take sides or be plummeted in the ground by the both of them.
He unbuttoned his shirt instead, in a fast gesture, and let it fall off his shoulders. The argument stopped cold in mid-sentence. Two suddenly hungry stares turned to him.
"Dibs!!" Duo yelled, throwing himself at him and tackling him to the mattress. Heero crawled on all fours to the side of the pile, where he could touch both of them, and pressed his mouth to the Chinese teen's nude shoulder.
"I didn't think it would work so well," Wufei laughed, trying to fend off their roaming hands.
Separating from the pile, Heero kicked off his pants, then shouldered Duo's hips off Wufei's and began to unbutton the blue-haired boy's jeans. Duo's upper body wasn't actually moved and he continued to press openmouthed kisses and nibbles all over the teen's neck and collarbones. Wufei's hands were plastered against Duo's back and sliding lower, exploring his muscles. His fingertips touched the braided teen's waistband and dipped underneath, teasing his buttcrack, and Duo groaned in approval, rubbing his body against Wufei's like a cat.
Heero sat back on his heels to watch them for a while. They were incredible together.
Wufei yelped when he felt Heero yank his pants off, and lost a surprised shout in Duo's mouth as hot lips enveloped the tip of his erection. Duo and he separated to look down, and both stared at the brown head in Wufei's lap.
"Whoa, Heero!" Duo cheered, and got a slap on his ass from the short-haired boy for his undesired input.
"Either lose the pants in thirty seconds or I won't do you too," Heero smirked up at him before returning to Wufei.
Duo actually lost the pants and briefs in less than ten, and Heero smirked around the hot flesh in his mouth. His braided lover was so predictable...
Wufei gasped at a peculiar sensation, and let out a breathless little laugh.
"If you're laughing, then I'm doing something wrong," Heero commented between two licks, frowning up at him.
"No, not at all! I just know what that ice-cream felt, that's all..." the Chinese teen gasped.
Duo laughed. "So that's what prompted that kiss? I had been wondering... What were you thinking exactly?" he asked, pressing his belly against Wufei's hip, his cock pointing to the base of Wufei's own. Heero abandoned Wufei for a second to give him a lazy lick, then returned to suckling at Wufei's. Duo moaned and petted Heero's head, like one would pet a good dog, and the Japanese boy slapped his thigh.
"Wondering if... If he... gave blowjobs like he ate... His ice-cream cones... And I just .. HAD to kiss him.. ooooh... Just had to... or I'd have ravaged him against t-the fountain..."
Duo burst out laughing and squeezed Wufei's shoulders to mark his amusement, before returning to his mapping of his chest area, taking care of leaving a hand on Heero's upper back.
"Hey, lose the shirt, Heero," he protested when he felt the cloth under his fingers. It was the only thing the Japanese man was still wearing.
Heero abandoned his self imposed task and sat back on his heels to throw his T-shirt away. Wufei was panting heavily, and his cock didn't look like it could get any harder without hurting.
"So, what are we doing?" he asked in a low voice, unwilling to put a stop to the action, but knowing that they had to mark a pause, if only to agree on the rest of the action.
"I'm so topping Wufei," the braided pilot grunted, running his palms all over his lover's torso.
The Chinese boy flushed. "We understood it the first time, Maxwell!"
Duo laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. "Hey! I wanna make sure I get your ass."
"You will get my ass, now let's talk about something else," Wufei grouched.
"And you, Heero?" Duo asked, turning his head to look at his blue-eyed lover. "What do you wanna do? We can take turns sucking you off if you want..."
The Japanese teen looked away, and his fingers clenched on the sheets.
"I feel like... I mean, it's our first time together. All three. We should..."
Straining against Duo's weight, Wufei rose on one elbow and touched his knee. "Hey... You want us to have a Duo-sandwich?" he proposed with a grin. "We've been talking about it for such a long time..."
"You've been what?" Duo gasped.
"We were talking about turning you into a slice of ham between two slices of bread, is that so hard to understand for your perverted mind?" Wufei mocked. Duo's hand slid around his cock and squeezed once in a playful warning.
Heero flashed them a grin. "No, actually..."
The two longhaired teenagers looked at him, waiting for the end of his sentence.
"Actually, I'd like Wufei to take me," he said, and you could have believed he asked that kind of things everyday, except that his cheeks and neck were flushed bright red. Neither of the other ones had touched him down there, but he was hard, too. But his eyes were hesitant, wary... In accord, Wufei and Duo didn't comment or exclaim. Wufei wriggled from under Duo and pounced on the short-haired boy, pinning him to the mattress with a ferocious growl.
"That's very fine by me, Yuy," he purred, staring down at the teen.
Heero smirked like a shark, and threw him back before jumping on him. "I said I'd be bottom, Chang. I never said I'd be submissive," he purred, nibbling at the Chinese teen's arms and shoulders.
Wufei had a low laugh. "I would have been ... disappointed," he drawled, the tip of his fingers running from Heero's throat to his belly.
Duo was looking like he was hesitating between laughing and drooling. As soon as he caught their glance, he jumped to his feet and ran to his backpack. The Asian twosome blinked.
"Where are you going?"
"Duh." Heero and Wufei gave each other a knowing look.
Duo came back running, but stopped a few feet away from the bed, looking down at the two Asian teens. They were sprawled at his feet, entangled, their eyes looking up at him with an intensity that made his breath falter. He took a deep breath and sank to his knees, slowly, in the space they gave him between them.
"Well... Let’s get it on, then," he quipped, grinning nervously.
They sat in silence for a short while, then Heero leaned his hand on Duo’s thigh and smiled up at him to encourage him.
"Hey, Fei, on your hands and knees," he smirked. Duo laughed, relieved of a part of his stress, and Wufei growled at him, glaring.
"I know it’s not a very dignified position, but it’s the easiest one for what I have to do," Duo excused himself in a lower and more serious tone.
Wufei was still grumbling and blushing like mad, so Heero winked at Duo over his shoulders, then threw his arms around the Chinese teen and fell back on the bed, dragging him over him, face to face, between his spread thighs. The contact groin to groin made them hiss, and they exchanged a short, hard kiss, moaning low.
Biting his lips to refrain from moaning too, Duo pressed his palms to the small of Wufei’s back and let them slide downward, so that the ebony-eyed boy wasn’t taken by surprise. Wufei jumped under his hand, though, and tensed.
"Something the matter, Wufei? Duo asked, letting his hand rest on the small of his lover's back.
"No, it's ok," Wufei assured, but without looking at him.
"Are you still having issues about being topped meaning you're less manly or what?"
"No!" the Chinese teen shouted back, appalled.
"Then there is no problem. You sure, though?"
"I am sure. Now hurry before I decide to change my mind about allowing you to take me!"
Duo laughed breathlessly and pressed a kiss to Wufei's nape, clenching his hand on Heero's, before he turned his attention back to the matter at hands. He progressed slowly still, his gestures softened as much as possible into caresses.
Wufei hissed and dropped his head on Heero's shoulder when he felt the first prods, clenching his teeth. It was... awkward, feeling that finger here. Alien. An intrusion, and definitely unnatural.
"Stop thinking about what Duo is doing to you, Wufei, or you'll never get past the uncomfortable moment," Heero told him, caressing his shoulders in wide, strong arcs. Bending his knees, he brushed them up the Chinese teen's hips and hooked his heels over the small of his back, hugging his torso between his legs. Surprised by his unexpected move, Wufei didn't get the silent invitation right away, and it needed Duo's slick hand sliding down to his balls to guide him for him to understand what Heero was proposing with that gesture.
Duo's fingers closed around his shaft and pumped slowly twice before abandoning his erection, the teen hissed in displeasure. It was not enough, damnit!
Heero moved his hips forward to try to get him where he wanted him, and Wufei started. "I can't take you, you're not..."
"Who's the one who has had a boyfriend for months already?" Heero asked, his thighs tightening and relaxing successively around Wufei's waist. "Trust me, it does get easier after a while," he chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And Duo is much wider that you are, so I doubt it's gonna be a problem. I'm not even sure I will feel it... Ouch!" Wufei had bit him.
"Are you telling me that I have a small dick, Yuy?" Wufei growled, propping himself up on his arms to get more leverage. He slid an arm between them and positioned himself, then pressed forward, gritting his teeth to keep from entering too fast. He could feel the awkwardness one finger inside of him gave him, and he doubted that time and experience made it that much easier... 'And I am not that much smaller than Maxwell!' he added with a mental snort.
Above them, Duo was laughing his ass off.
"Don't worry, Wu," the braided pilot quipped in his ear in a mock-soothing tone. "It's not your fault that you're Asian."
"What about being Asian?" his two lovers growled back at him, glaring.
"Well, Asian males do generally have proportionally smaller cocks than, say, African or Caucasian males..." he said in an indifferent tone, pressing closer to Wufei to brush the length of his shaft along his butt crack.
Heero unhooked one leg from Wufei's waist and kicked him. Wufei was giving him the evil eye, too, and for one second, the boy thought about running away.
But then it would mean that he had to forfeit his chance to take that perfectly muscled, tight, hot virgin ass... No way. He wriggled his fingers inside to remind his lover that he had an advantage over him, laughing at the surprise lighting Wufei's face when he realized that there wasn't only one digit inside of him anymore.
"When did you..." he asked, startled, and moaned before he could end his sentence when Duo's fingers began moving at a counterpoint with a practiced smoothness.
He didn't know what it felt like anymore, but uncomfortable wasn't the word for it.
"Wufei," Heero hissed under him, trying to move his hips despite his weight on him.
"Stop teasing me, damn you!"
Wufei realized that he was still pressing against Heero's entrance, but not really in yet. The ring had barely begun to give under the pressure, and he could feel it pulsing against the head of his cock...
"You're sure that Duo takes you regularly?" he asked between his clenched teeth. "You're... tight, damnit." He was sure that he would rip Heero open if he pushed harder. The idiot hadn't even prepared himself...
"Ok, I take him a little more often than he takes me, happy?" Heero grumbled.
Duo's fingers brushed against something very sensitive inside of him, and the Chinese boy forgot himself, starting violently, something that was halfway between a shout and a moan wrenched from his lips.
Heero moaned, too, but it had a different undertone, and Wufei realized that he had pushed forward rather brusquely.
"Did... did I hurt you?" the blue-haired teen managed to stutter, still reeling from the combined feelings of Duo prodding at that something in him and of his cock sinking into Heero's ass.
Heero was hissing low, trying to keep his wince in cheek. "No, that's ok," he assured. Wufei growled. It definitely wasn't pleasure on Yuy's face.
"Shut up. It's nothing. Move and I'll forget it."
Wufei shook his head, appalled, and tried to slide out, as slowly as he could. Heero clamped his legs around his waist to prevent him from leaving him empty and glared at Duo over his shoulder. "Make that moron move, Duo! I know you can do it, damnit!"
"We're definitively not in a sensual mood here, guys," the braided boy chuckled. "Time to change that..."
He reached down his braid, snapping off the band, and shook his hair free, trailing kisses all over his lovers. On Wufei's butt first, then on Heero's knees, guiding them down at the same time to mold himself to Wufei's back, pressing kisses along the Chinese teen's spine up to his neck, and biting there, his hands sliding down Heero's thighs...
He settled when his torso was pressed tight against Wufei's back, spooning him, and let his hair fall like a waterfall all around them. He saw Heero reaching for a lock and grabbing it in his fist, and Wufei moaned as he felt the caress of the soft strands sliding over his shoulders. Duo slid his hands around Wufei's torso, brushing against Heero's at the same time, to rest his weight on the mattress. He tightened his hold, delighting in the feel of having them both in his arms, both at his mercy.
He gave a slow, languid push with his hips, his cock rubbing against Wufei's butt crack. Heero's strangled moan told him that he had managed to make the Chinese boy delve deeper inside. He chuckled. In fact, he was topping them both at the same time, he reflected. That was more than great. His two lovers were usually so dominant in bed... not that he didn't love it, but he did enjoy turning the tables on them from time to time.
He nibbled up Wufei's shoulder until he was nuzzling at his nape, then at his ear, dislodging the dark locks.
Heero's hand went up, and caught a lock of blue-black hair in his fist, mixing it with Duo's longer chestnut. He pulled, taking Wufei's mouth in a deep and almost violent kiss, his other hand roaming on Wufei's torso, up his flank and on Duo's side and what he could reach of his back, insistent, nearly too fast. His legs rose again to squeeze the both of them.
They weren't resting much weight on him, just enough to feel pleasurably trapped. He could feel hard flesh against him... hmm.
"Move," he rasped, squeezing his legs around their waists and trying to get his own hips to press downward.
"Yessir," Duo grunted, guiding himself in Wufei.
It felt so good to sink into that perfect tightness, and know that he was the first to be in him - the first and the last if he had his say - it felt so good to know that his proud and fiery loved one was giving him his body...
It felt even better to see his other loved one behind, and to see his face contort as if Duo was the one sinking into him, and he knew that his smallest move was echoed through Wufei into Heero, as if, in fact, he was taking them both. He loved them so much, and they were, the three of them, together, making love, his two loves abandoning themselves to him, when a few months before he had been crying in Heero's arms because he felt wretched to be able to miss Wufei when he had Heero... Because somewhat it was nearly as if he was saying that Heero wasn't enough - even if that was false, Heero was enough to fill the Heero-shaped hole in his heart - but the Wufei-shaped one was empty. He had cried, because he felt so empty, and he had trusted Heero enough, loved Heero enough, to tell him that he loved another... taken a leap of faith... and now they were there, together, the three of them, and he thought his heart would burst, because it was so full. He had never been so happy.
He didn't tell them that he loved them, because just at that moment Wufei began to thrust back, and Heero's hands suddenly felt like there was eight of them, and in the middle of their cries of passion and of the frenzy taking a hold of them, Wufei didn't feel the difference between Duo's sweat drops and his tears of gratefulness.
Duo couldn't tell the difference either. It felt so good, too good to make him want to cry. He couldn't think anymore. He didn't try to. He closed his eyes and let himself go.
"That's the last time I'm bottoming," Wufei would say the morning after, when they would have to separate their tangled limbs and their body hairs, glued together by dried semen, and that he wouldn't even be able to sit up because his ass felt like Duo had taken him with a baseball bat.
"Duo's gonna be busy on two ends, then, 'cause I'm not either" Heero would groan, hissing because of the places the fragile skin of his entrance had been split, and Wufei would see the faint traces of dried blood, not much, barely a drop, and would wince and rectify his declaration in his thoughts, thinking that maybe, maybe he'd bottom for Heero, once only, to make amends, even if it had been Heero's own fucking fault.
Duo would grin like the Cheshire cat, and would roll over his two lovers, and would drag then both down for a morning kiss before claiming dibs on the shower, even if he was the less dirty of them.
For now, it was night, and they were sliding from afterglow into sleep without missing a beat, tangled together, fingers interlaced, arms surrounding shoulders and legs winding around other legs, or torsos, Duo still inside Wufei and Wufei still inside Heero and Heero's hands still lost in their hair.
[WTT 6][WTT epilogue]