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Trinity
By : Aestas
Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Warning: nearly pure smut. Read at your own risk.

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Trowa rose, as was his recent custom, sliding out from under his lovers, dressing silently, and performing his morning acrobatics. There were many variations, offensive, defensive, gun-based, knife-based, hand-to-hand, too many to count.

This time, in preparation for his next role, it was knife-based, offensive, deceptively slow, with big, lazy movements of arms or legs to distract, and a deadly slice hidden away underneath it.

After he was done stretching away his exertions, he sat, as he always did, cross-legged in the damp grass, letting the sparse morning sunlight color his surroundings. He normally would enter the house at this time, but he needed more time. Trowa sat still pushing his instincts down, pushing the role back down, making sure the predator within him was firmly back in his cage. When he felt sufficiently calm, he made his way back inside.

It was a good thing, too, because as soon as he entered the room, his lovers grabbed him and drew him back to the bed. His hair and body were matted with sweat, and he needed a shower. But Quatre and Duo didn’t seem to care, their hands were playful rather than lustful trying to find sensitive areas, tickling and teasing.

Trowa couldn’t help but smile a little at their antics, even though he did little to participate. It felt almost dirty to touch them like this, like they were innocents and he was anything but. He let them play their game, pinning each other, rolling across and on top of him, enticing him to play.

Again he felt undeserving of such happiness.

Quatre kissed and cuddled his lovers, nudging Trowa’s face, wrapping those long arms around his waist before tackling Duo, and rolling in the sheets. He could hear his braided lover laughing, could feel the vibrations of satisfaction and happiness running through Trowa’s emotions. It was a lovely morning, though the sheets were damp and a little worse for wear when they were done with their rough-housing.

Trowa went to take a shower as Quatre pulled Duo into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The two were aware that this was their last day with Trowa, and Quatre wanted to make sure they were on the same page for their plans for the day.

Quatre pulled out some bagels and cream cheese while Duo sliced up some fruit. Quick meals, as little time preparing them as possible. They wanted as much time with him as possible before they had to leave for his mission prep. Trowa walked into the kitchen, and Duo ran off to take his.

The blond sat himself down in Trowa’s lap as they ate breakfast. It took quite a bit of effort to contain the laugh that wanted to bubble out of his throat as he felt Trowa’s surprise and confusion at the action, but eventually Trowa settled into comfort as Quatre’s back pressed against the side of his chest as he fed himself, and occasionally Trowa, bits of fruit and bagel.

And when he missed, accidentally getting bits of the spread on Trowa’s lips or chin, he would kiss it away gently. It was somewhat sad how stiff Trowa held himself at times. Like such minor things, such shows of affection were completely foreign, like he’d never expected someone to treat him so.

Just then Duo threw his arms around them both from behind, shoving his face between their heads, and gave them each a slobbery kiss on the cheek. Quatre laughed and wiped his face as Trowa rolled his eyes. Then Duo was sitting on his other leg using Trowa as a chair while he ate his breakfast, and Quatre went to take his shower.

And as Quatre was finishing up his shower, Trowa and Duo stripped the sheets from the bed and threw on fresh ones. The blond came out, draped only in a towel, and his two lovers promptly pulled him back in bed.

“So, Trowa, what would you like to do today?” The laughing mouth of his braided lover spoke from his place lying beside him.

He closed his eyes, slowly, lazy. “I have no preference, as long as it involves the two of you.”

Quatre buried his face against Trowa’s neck, sucking on the pulse point, squirming his near-bare hips against his thigh. Duo watched for a moment as Trowa turned his face to meet Quatre’s lips, kissing him with such reverence. Duo realized in this moment, that he had been with Trowa and Quatre individually, but they, the ones who had loved each other for so long, had never had that chance.

Not long ago jealousy would have silenced such a thought, but he knew now that he had the love of both Trowa and Quatre, and he was not so insecure now as he was at the beginning of the relationship. “I think you two should have some time to yourselves.”

“What?” Quatre pulled back.

Duo pressed on. “I mean, Trowa and I had some time alone together during our bet; you and I have had a twosome, and will continue to do so when Trowa’s gone. I think you two should have some time together.” He meant what he said, but as the silence dragged on in response, he began to feel a bit antsy.

“That’s ridiculous, Duo. If this is our last day, I want both of my lovers with me as much as possible.” Quatre sounded flustered, but Duo wasn’t looking at his face. He was looking at Trowa.

“Its Trowa’s last day before he’s called in; it should be his choice.” Duo’s eyes found Trowa’s. “You’ve wanted Quatre longer than you’ve wanted me, loved him longer. You should get the chance to be with just him.”

Green eyes were the softest Duo had ever seen them. “If that’s how you feel, I have no objections, but you will be a part of it. That’s not negotiable.”

Duo’s face wrinkled in confusion. “Huh?”

Quatre smirked. He didn’t know what Trowa had planned, but he could feel the man’s complete confidence and a hint of mischief flowing through his emotions. He knew Trowa wouldn’t allow Duo to isolate himself just as Duo hadn’t allowed Trowa to on their first night together.

Trowa’s smile was devilish, leaning into Duo’s space, face hovering over Duo’s neck. “You’re no voyeur; you won’t get pleasure from just watching.” Duo tried to interrupt, but Trowa bit down on his shoulder, distracting before he continued. “You’re going to stay in this bed; I want your voice dripping in our ears the entire time.”

Both of his smaller lovers looked a little confused, but as per usual Duo was the first to respond. “You’re crazy, what are you talking about?”

Trowa turned his attention on Quatre, pulling the towel from his hips before pinning the blond beneath him. Long-fingered, rough hands slid up the sides of Quatre’s thighs, across his torso as he writhed beneath them. Trowa turned dark eyes to Duo, hands still idly trailing Quatre’s skin. “Tell me what to do, Duo.” He paused, letting the braided man fully take in the statement before he spoke again. “I want to hear your voice telling me to do wicked things to him. I want Quatre to beg you to tell me to pleasure him.”

Quatre groaned and arched up against Trowa. Duo watched as Trowa pulled his hands back, looking at him expectantly.

And waited…and waited. Duo wanted to leave them to their time together, but Trowa seemed determined to drag him into this. “It should be just the two of you for this.” His voice was hesitant.

Trowa shifted up, pressed his lips against Duo’s, then pulled back. “Quatre said you like dirty movies. Think of this as your private showing, and you’re the director, screen writer, everything. Tell me what to do, what to say; we both know you’re a fan of dirty talk.”

“Duo, please!” Quatre squirmed in the sheets, pushing his hips up against Trowa’s thigh, but the taller man held himself high enough to prevent any friction.

But Duo still wasn’t completely onboard. “I don’t watch soft-core stuff, Trowa. I imagine you wanted your time with Quatre to be something softer.”

Trowa chuckled, and Quatre felt frustration lace the lust within him as the vibrations of Trowa’s laugh teased his sensitive flesh. “Damnit, Duo! I’m not going to break. Stop being such a pussy.”

Duo’s mouth dropped open as a sharp, surprised burst of laughter echoed from Trowa’s throat. “He’s demanding when he’s horny.”

The braided man looked completely shocked then a sliver of his usual expression touched his face. “What have we done, Trowa?”

“Nothing yet, still waiting on you.” His voice was dark with want, a rough, bedroom voice that made a shiver trail down both his lovers’ spines.

“Fucking hell.” Duo groaned. “Ok, ok, just let me think.”

“Duo, please!” Quatre’s voice took on a higher pitch, his hands were gripping Trowa’s shoulders, trying to arch high enough to press his groin into the taller man’s. Quatre wasn’t nearly so desperate, but he did want some attention, and he did enjoy how this was making Duo squirm a bit.

“Kiss him, Trowa, shut him up.” Duo watched as Trowa’s mouth found Quatre’s, covering, plundering. He felt his embarrassment fade as Trowa and Quatre became more involved in the kiss, more and more desperate for air, but not desperate enough to allow for separation.

“Move to his neck. Hard, I want to see your mark on him for weeks.” Duo was breathing heavier now, too, as he watched Quatre gasp. Pain and pleasure washed over the smaller man’s face as Trowa’s lips and tongue rasped against the smooth skin over his throat.

Quatre groaned as he felt the sting of Trowa’s teeth grating before his tongue and lips smoothed it away. Duo watched the sway of Trowa’s hair with the slight movements of his head, but then his gaze went to Quatre. Their smaller lover had his mouth parted, lips red and slightly swollen from kissing and arousal.

“God, your lips, Q. They’re so gorgeous right now, shiny and red. I want to see them spread around Trowa’s cock.” Duo was leaning forward, hovering above his two lovers thoroughly aroused like no movie had ever gotten him.

Blue eyes opened, lost in pleasure for a split second before Trowa pulled back. Duo watched as Trowa turned towards him. “Take your shirt off Trowa.”

Duo watched the bronzed skin of Trowa’s chest come on display. His chest was scattered with silvery scars here and there, but it was fucking perfect in Duo’s opinion. “Leave your pants on, and crawl up towards the headboard. I want to hear Quatre beg you to let him suck you.”

Trowa crawled up the bed, legs straddling Quatre’s face. Duo and Trowa groaned as the blond ran his tongue along the rough denim cover Trowa’s crotch. The fair skin of Quatre’s cheek rubbed against the bulge there as watery blue eyes looked up at Trowa.

“Beg me for it.” Trowa ground out between clenched teeth.

Quatre arched up, throwing his head back and rubbing his chest against Trowa’s inner thighs, before coming back to bury his nose against the side of that rigid length. “Please, Trowa.” His voice was muffled at first before he pulled back, his mouth hovering over denim stretched to its limit. “Please, let me suck your cock.”

Trowa’s hands came up to brace himself against the headboard. He swallowed back a curse, but Duo gave him no time to force the rush of lust back. “Open your pants and rub the head against his lips.”

Trowa tried, his hands fumbled slightly with the fastening, but his jeans were too tight to push down his legs while he straddled Quatre’s face. He swung himself off to the side, off the bed, pushed his pants to the floor, then found his former position. One hand steadied him against the headboard, the other gripped his cock.

“Do you want it, Q?” Duo’s voice taunted as Trowa’s dick painted precum against his lips.

“Yes.” Quatre groaned, letting the flesh enter his mouth as he spoke, but Trowa pulled back not letting it fully in yet.

“Grip his hair, Trowa. I want you to fuck his mouth with long, slow strokes.” Quatre groaned in response as he felt fingers clench tight to his scalp; then Trowa’s cock was against his tongue, sliding hot flesh against slick skin. He was held still as Trowa’s hips pumped his rod slowly in and out, coating it with wetness.

Quatre’s body squirmed beneath him, his head held completely still as his mouth was invaded over and over again. His own shaft was rock hard, and he could feel wetness leaking onto his stomach as he tasted hints of Trowa’s essence every time he sucked hard on the retreat.

Duo’s voice broke through the haze of lust that had settled around the blond, but his words just forced the heat that much higher. “Can you take it all, Q? Open your throat to him. I want him to completely consume you. Give him your dick, Trowa, all of it.”

A surprised shock of sound was muffled against Trowa’s cock as Quatre took it as deep as he ever had. It was a little scary, somewhat difficult to breathe, but Trowa’s slow pace and firm pressure made it safer. Made it feel so very hot, that burning flesh scorching across his tongue and etching heat into the thin skin of his throat. No one was touching his cock, but it didn’t matter, Quatre was so close to coming from nothing other than Duo’s voice in his ear and Trowa’s flesh in his throat.

Quatre moaned like he was in heat, swallowing everything Trowa gave him. Trowa was doing everything he could to keep the pace slow, steady. He was beginning to lose his composure.

Duo saw Quatre shift his hips, and noticed the angry color of his cock, the steady stream of precum dripping from it. He was so turned on, so was his little lover. “Are you about to cum, Q? You’re cock is absolutely burning to blow, isn’t it? Are you loving Trowa’s dick down your throat? Is that enough to make you cum? Tell him to cum, Trowa, make him blow his load while you fuck his face.”

Quatre moaned, throat clenching sharply, and it took a few seconds for Trowa to do as he was told. He was so close himself, and hearing how close the blond was just from this was enough to push him to climax if he wasn’t careful.

“Suck it, Quatre. Take it all, and cum with my cock in your throat.” Trowa heard a muffled whimper and felt Quatre’s body spasm beneath him. He wanted so much to let himself go in his feather’s warm mouth, but Duo wasn’t done with them yet.

“Pull back, Trowa. I want you to clean him up.”

Trowa released the fingers in blond locks, both hands now braced against the headboard, head bent down as his shaft slid out of Quatre’s mouth. He closed his eyes, pulling himself back from the brink. Then he slowly crawled back down Quatre’s body, a near painful stab of want with every movement.

“Make a stop at his nipples, Trowa. They must be so sensitive right now.” Quatre’s sharp cry proved his point as Trowa’s lips surrounded one, sucking and pulling on the rucked flesh. He laved it with his tongue, feeling the man squirm beneath him, before switching his attention to the other.

Quatre’s hands clenched in the sheets around him when Trowa’s bangs dragged across his nipple as the taller man moved down to lick up the mess left to cool on that flat, pale belly. As he finished up the last drop, Duo’s voice came to play again.

“Time to return the favor, Trowa. I want you to suck him til he’s hard again.” Quatre cried out as Trowa did as he was bid, taking the entirety of the softened shaft into his mouth. The blond writhed, too sensitive, too much, but so good.

“All of him, Trowa. I know you can.” Duo’s voice prompted Trowa to reach down and swallow Quatre’s balls as well. The dark blond curls tickled his nose as his tongue bathed his lover’s groin. Quatre was thrusting into Trowa’s mouth, bucking uncontrollably.

Trowa was so hard it was painful, feeling Quatre begin to harden in his mouth, hearing his sighs and whimpers of pleasure, waiting, waiting for Duo to tell him what to do next. It was pure torture, but it was beautiful.

“You know what to do with this, right Trowa?” The taller man sighed in relief, his breath ruffling against Quatre’s belly, as a tube of lube landed next to his hand. “Start with two. I want to see the stretch from here.”

Quatre breathed a curse as Trowa’s fingers breached him. “Hard Trowa, deep. I want you in him soon.”

“Yes!” Quatre cried his agreement as Trowa found his prostate. Trowa couldn’t agree more, he was forced to release Quatre’s balls as his shaft grew in his mouth. He sucked and curled his tongue around the head as his fingers pumped inside Quatre’s ass.

Duo had taken all he could, teased both his lovers and himself with this, but he needed release, and he knew his lovers did, too. “Fuck him, Trowa. Bend his knees up to his ears and ream him into the mattress.”

Trowa groaned, the vibrations across Quatre’s cock made him thrust up one last time before that mouth was gone. Quatre watched Trowa lean back, slick his cock, then his knees were up, pressed against his chest, his ass spread and open to the air. He felt his entrance clench with want, then Trowa was pressing into him. Quatre tried to thrust back, but his legs were pinned as he was invaded so completely.

One long, slow thrust to allow him to adjust, he wasn’t stretched much, but he was relaxed and desperately wanting, then Trowa began pistoning his hips against his ass. Quatre couldn’t contain the yell.

“Yes, just like that, Trowa. Dick him deep, harder, faster. I want to see him cum on your cock again.” Duo’s voice drilled into Trowa’s head as he drilled into Quatre.

Trowa was beyond his limit. He couldn’t control it anymore; he used his thighs and back to drive as hard as he could into his smallest lover. Quatre groaned and tried to match his rhythm, but Trowa held him still, made him take every thrust.

“Tell him how good he feels around you, how hot he is. Tell him to cum, Trowa. I want to see him cum as you split him in half.”

Trowa groaned, pressing Quatre’s knees to spread further. He watched his dick disappear, Quatre’s ass spread around the girth. “So good, Quatre. You’re so tight, so fucking hot.” His breath was coming fast, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Cum for me, little feather.”

Quatre screamed, arching up, his shaft spurting his release between their bodies as he heard Trowa use his pet name. It was too much, and his orgasm was sharp and demanding, whiting out the edges of his vision as Trowa continued to thrust into him.

“Duo, please. Can I cum now?” Trowa’s voice was breathy, broken. He wanted so badly to let go, but he waited.

“Fill him, Trowa. I want to see your seed dripping out of his ass when you’re done.” Trowa cursed and felt his body clench and spasm. His balls pulled up tight, and heat raced up his spine as he climaxed hard.

Duo was panting, he crawled toward the end of the bed as Trowa pulled out and rolled off Quatre. “Yeah, that’s gorgeous.” His voice was scratchy as he watched white trails dripping from Quatre’s ass.

Trowa’s mouth was suddenly against his ear. “I think you should clean him up this time.” Duo groaned as Trowa pushed his head down. Long fingers closed around Duo’s shaft and began to pump.

Trowa had applied lube to his hand, and Duo couldn’t help but thrust into his hand uncontrollably as his tongue lapped at Quatre’s ass. His tongue dived deep, and Quatre reached down to grip those messy bangs. That sharp stab of pain was enough to tip Duo over, moaning his release against Quatre’s flesh as he thrust against Trowa’s hand.

Duo felt weak, boneless; Trowa’s arm around his middle was the only thing keeping him on his knees right now. That arm tightened and pulled him down on to the sheets next to Quatre. Duo was sandwiched between his lovers.

“Holy shit.” Duo was still breathing hard. Quatre and Trowa chuckled around him.

“Agreed.” Trowa’s deep voice echoed from behind him. Duo’s eyes found the dark, purple mark Trowa left on Quatre’s neck.

Duo reached forward and laid a soft kiss over it. “It’s a good one, Trowa.”

Trowa leaned up to look, and Quatre’s hand brushed over the spot unable to see the mark, but he could feel a tenderness there. “I had good direction.”

“Am I going to have a hard time covering it up?” Quatre asked.

“Yes.” Duo’s voice was full of mischief, then somewhat said. “But I wanted a reminder of Trowa when he’s away. I thought that would work well for both of us.”

Quatre frowned as silence settled in. Trowa broke it, rolling Duo onto his back and hovering over him. “Then perhaps you need one as well.”

“What? No, Trowa, don’t!” But it was too late, Trowa had latched on to his neck sucking hard, tongue rasping against his throat. For all his protests, Duo didn’t fight it too much.

Quatre laughed, the mark would be high enough up his neck that nothing short of a turtle neck sweater would cover it.

The three spent the day in bed, lounging, loving, wrapped up in each other. Trowa could think of no better way to spend it than with his lovers, but eventually it started getting later.

Trowa guided them to the table to eat at about 1700. It was a quick meal that both Duo and Quatre insisted on eating from Trowa’s lap. It made all of them laugh, and challenged Quatre and Duo’s balance a bit, but they survived with only minor stains across their chests.

Both of Trowa’s smaller lovers demanded he clean them up before they agreed to get dressed. They were only in their underclothes, boxers for Duo, briefs for Quatre, and Trowa in his loose pants from this morning.

Trowa was amused by their antics, but eventually tried to hurry them up a bit. Of course the two noticed and slowed down with complaints that when Trowa said ‘after dinner,’ they expected around 1800 hours, since that’s when they normally ate.

Promptly at 1800, there was a knock on the door. Trowa winced a little as Duo and Quatre turned to him for an explanation. He shrugged and went to answer the door. By now, Quatre and Duo were dressed, thankfully, but not yet packed up and ready to leave.

The door opened to reveal Trent on the other side. He stepped in without an invite. “I wondered if they were still here when I saw Duo’s car out front, then I smelled the sex from the driveway and knew they were.” His voice was dry enough to catch fire.

Quatre blushed to the roots of his hair, Duo rolled his eyes, but Trowa face was as smooth as a river stone. “Trent I believe you and Duo have already met, Quatre this is Trent Leason, my second in command of the infiltration program.”

“Pleased to meet you, Trent.” Quatre replied, face more composed, but still pink.

“Charmed.” He replied before turning to Trowa. “I am not early.”

“I know. Dinner took longer than I expected.”

“Obviously. Should I come back later?” He set a bag down on the ground, completely contradicting the statement that he was willing to turn around and walk out.

Trowa motioned to the kitchen. “Give me a few minutes.”

Trent walked past the two confused men and into the kitchen.

“Why is he here, Trowa?” Duo’s voice was soft. He knew good and well that Trent would hear every word, but so help him, he’d make the man work for it. Bastard.

Trowa hesitated. “He’s taking over a former role of mine. He needs me to show him what disguise he’s going to be in and how to apply everything.”

“So you’re turning him in to someone else?” Quatre’s voice was bright, hopeful, and Trowa knew he was in trouble.

“Yes.”

“Can we watch?” Duo jumped in, continuing before Trowa could object. “You said you’d show us more if we stayed out of your debriefings.”

Trowa sighed. “I said I would tell you more, not show you more.” Trowa emphasized the difference, knowing he’d already lost.

“Please, Trowa.” Quatre’s voice was teasing, insinuating itself.

Green eyes rolled, but they were soft with affection. “Go ask Leason; if he doesn’t mind you watching, I don’t mind either.”

Duo and Quatre smiled at each other and turned toward the kitchen, but the sound of laughter stopped them short. Trent stepped out, honey-colored eyes full of mischief. “I never expected to see the great Trowa Barton brought low by a pair of puppy eyes.”

Trowa glared at him as his lovers laughed. Duo spoke up in Trowa’s defense. “Two pairs, thank you. So, are you going to let us watch, Leason?”

“I should say no, just to spite you, but its fine.” Trent was smirking, he turned back to his commander. “Are we going to get started, or are you going to make me watch them wheedle you more?”

Trowa narrowed his eyes as his inferior. “Let’s get to work.” He turned around and headed downstairs, Trent followed with Quatre and Duo near dancing with excitement.

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Sweet Jesus, that took forever. I'm so sorry it took so long, but my creative lemon juices stalled. Everything I wrote sounded corny and well...not hot. I finally just sat down and slugged my way through it; hopefully the corniness disappeared and the hotness remained. I hope you liked it. Drop me some feedback if you have the time. I post review responses to last chapter in the next few days. Plot comes next chapter. Finally!

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