Two Sides of a Triangle

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Trowa wordlessly followed the other two up the stairs after dinner as Duo and Quatre bantered about where to have ‘the talk.’

Apparently, Quatre was a little anxious about having the conversation in his chambers due to the recent confession to Rashid, and thus, his staff. And Duo was (flippantly) agreeing with the blond’s logic, and that nothing physical would happen here until Quatre was comfortable with it, but that he thought the trio would get the most privacy in the master of the house’s boudoir.

Trowa silently wondered if Duo realized the French derived term ‘boudoir’ referred specifically to a lady’s private chambers rather than to just a genderless bedroom suite. His nervousness about the upcoming subject caused him to cling to the new thought. Trowa let his mind pull up the male equivalent of ‘boudoir,’ the less commonly used ‘cabinet.’ Come to think of it, the silent man was unsure if Duo was fluent in other languages besides English. He knew Quatre was fluent in several, but which he was uncertain.

Then they were following a swinging braid into Quatre’s cabinet. Trowa fought the smirk at the thought of saying that aloud; fairly certain that Duo would look at him like he was crazy.

Duo sprawled across the couch intentionally cutting off Quatre’s seating options and making a show of stretching and curling his toes. Duo’s shoes had come off the second they got inside. He was one of those people that wore the irritating contraptions as little as possible.

Trowa glanced at the single seat recliner and shook his head, letting Duo know his opinion of his subtlety, and sat on the loveseat. But Quatre wasn’t about to be so compliant. He didn’t want to be so close to Trowa during such an uncomfortable conversation, so he knocked Duo’s bare feet off the couch and sat himself down on the far end, directly across from Trowa on the loveseat.

Then the silence set in; Trowa shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable, not entirely at ease with the quiet for once in his life. Duo lifted a leg and sat it in Quatre’s lap, poking his thigh with a toe. “Didn’t you have a question, Q?”

Quatre sent a quick glare at the unrepentant Duo and cleared his throat. He had spent most of the quiet of dinner trying to decide how to open this dialogue, and the best he could come up with was, “Trowa, what do you feel for me?”

Trowa’s brows lifted. “I…what?” A tiny shake of his head showed how off that question caught him.

Wringing his hands in his lap, Quatre spoke again. “What are your feelings in regards to me?”

“Why?” Trowa’s face went completely smooth, calculating eyes glancing from Duo to Quatre and back.

Quatre looked surprised and a little hurt. “What do you mean, why?”

“It’s been only a few days between the three of us. That’s quite a demanding question for such a new relationship.” Trowa was being very calm, none of his panic showed, but inside he was trying to figure out how much Quatre knew. Had Duo told Quatre of his feelings for the blond? And if so, what right did Duo have to reveal something like that? But in all fairness, Trowa had told Quatre that Duo loved him. But that could potentially ruin everything. If Quatre wasn’t completely attached to the idea of the three of them, yet, and was still too attached to the ‘I can change, I can be anything you want, Trowa!’ version of himself, how would this knowledge change things?

Blond brows furrowed. Trowa was right; in any other relationship, you wouldn’t demand such knowledge so soon, not without risk of sounding like a crazy person. ‘Do you love me? Why don’t you love me? Its been several days! You should love me by now, right?!?’ Quatre shuddered, ok, so maybe he should have backed off and been content with feeling nothing from the stoic man for a while longer.

Now he was stuck with his foot down his throat demanding professions of undying love from a very reserved man. Not good, but he couldn’t just take the words back, so Quatre took a deep breath, and started from the beginning. “I realize it is quite presumptuous of me, Trowa, but there is a reason for it.” He paused but didn’t get any encouragement from the man across from him, so he took a deep breath and continued. “You know I am an empath, and until this last week, the feelings I got from you were very obvious. I am well aware that you were not overly fond of me, and the hatred you held in your heart towards me was not hidden.”

Quatre paused as he swallowed hard, hands wringing in his lap, head tilted down, so he didn’t see Trowa wince at his words. “I was hoping to use this relationship to change how you felt towards me, but recently I’ve felt absolutely nothing from you. It seems you’ve been very careful about hiding from me, and I am curious as to why. Is it an attempt to make this relationship a success by masking your hatred? Are you trying to keep from hurting me with your opinion? In all logic, if the relationship fails, you lose Duo, so you have to placate me. Is that why you’re hiding?” Blue eyes searched Trowa’s face.

Trowa said nothing, showed nothing. He didn’t know what to say. The truth could be a balm to Quatre’s heart, but it could backfire and ignite anger that burned all his and Duo’s work to the ground.

Duo was fidgeting like crazy. Trowa could tell he was holding his silence, but it was getting very hard for him to do so. And he was probably pissed as hell.

Quatre sighed, a defeated sound. “I don’t need to know what you feel, and you’re right; it was rude of me to try to force it from you with this confrontation. But I do want to know if you could ever love me. I want to know what I need to do to help change your low opinion of me. I think I deserve that much.” By the end, he was determined, no longer insecure about the demand because he was right. No one willingly entered into and stayed in a relationship with someone who hated them unless they were a masochist.

At one time, Quatre was willing to be that, be anything to get Trowa to notice him, but he wasn’t anymore. The former terrorist and pilot had seen what it should be like between two people, and there were glimpses of what it could be like with three. He needed some reassurance that there might be hope, that this wasn’t doomed from the start.

Trowa’s lips pursed just slightly, just one corner of his mouth, before nodding once. “Alright, I’ll answer your question, your first question, on the condition that you answer my own first.”

Blue eyes narrowed. “And how I answer determines your response? How is that a truthful answer?”

There was no break in that smooth mask despite the accusation. “Your answer determines the extent of my response. I made a promise to Duo that I would not lie to either him or to you; I expect the same from my partners.”

“Very well, ask your question.” Quatre felt like he was in the board room negotiating, not in his chambers with one of his lovers. But if this was what was needed, so be it.

“What are your feelings for Duo?”

Quatre and Duo both flinched. Duo kept his silence but pulled his knees underneath him on the couch. It looked like he was wound too tight, ready to spring any second. Quatre cleared his throat. “I don’t see how that relates.” He glanced back and forth between Duo and Trowa but got nothing from either.

“This is a relationship based on what we want and what comes with it. From your perspective, Duo wants you, you want me, and I, Duo. You are asking me about my feelings for you, about my extraneous relationship. You want me, so I’m asking you about your feelings for your spare relationship.” Trowa saw a flash of pain across Duo’s face and he regretted being the cause, but it had to be done. In order to gauge the situation, he needed to know Quatre’s perspective of Duo before he decided whether or not to reveal the complete answer to the blond’s demands.

Quatre saw the pain on his friend’s face and placed a hand on his leg, reassuring, as he sent a glare at Trowa. He hesitated and glanced at Duo. “I…Of course, I’ve loved him as a friend for a very long time, but its starting to change a bit.” A small blush rose to his cheeks as he continued. “There’s a healthy amount of lust present now, and something else, something softer here.” He put his hand to his chest, but couldn’t look at either man in the room. “I don’t know if its love, yet, but I think it will come.” There was a shy smile on his lips, almost completely hidden by the tilt of his head.

Duo’s eyes were shining, looking about ready to burst, but he continued to hold his silence.

“Would you be able to let him go, if it was just you and me, would you be content anymore?” Trowa’s voice broke through the moment.

Panic shone in violet eyes before it was quickly wiped away, and the tenderness on Quatre’s face was gone in an instant. “No, I wouldn’t, but that was more than one question, Trowa. I believe it is your turn now.” His voice was stern; the assertiveness he used with an opponent in the office shining through despite his feelings for the stoic man.

There was an odd look on Trowa’s face, a slight curl to his lips. “Its been a very long time since I’ve seen this side of you, Quatre. The brilliant strategist is making a long-awaited appearance; hopefully, he will stick around for a while.”

Blue eyes went wide with the comment, and Duo smiled, nodding his agreement. But then those eyes narrowed. “Thank you, now answer my question.”

Trowa’s head fell back with a laugh. “Welcome back, Quatre.” There was a smile on his face, pride in his eyes. “The truth is your perception of this situation is a little skewed.” He shook his head slightly. “I never hated you, Quatre, but I needed to focus on an emotion strong enough to cover what I did feel for you.”

It felt like all the air was sucked out of the room, and Quatre’s voice was only a whisper. “And what was that?”

“Love. You know that. You felt that the one time I let my guard down; I thought you were unconscious.” His eyes were locked onto Quatre, refusing to hide from his confession even if his feelings were still locked up tight.

Joy filled him for a second before disbelief slipped in, now he felt slighted and confused. “But why would you hide that from me? Especially if you knew that I felt the same?”

Duo’s hand on Quatre’s arm made him jump, and he turned to look at his friend as Duo broke his silence. “Trowa has never considered himself worthy of you, kitten.”

Quatre’s eyes flew to Trowa, but he was no longer looking at them, letting his bangs hide the majority of his face.

But Duo wasn’t done. “The hatred you always felt from Trowa wasn’t directed at you. It was the hatred he felt of himself, wasn’t it Trowa?” Trowa’s head snapped up, shock written across his features as Duo spoke to him. “You think I didn’t know? I was in the same position as you, wanting him, but knowing that you’re not good enough, feeling that resentment because you can’t be what he needs. I understand, Trowa, more than you know.”

Quatre watched the exchange, shocked to his core, but eyes opened to everything going on around him. All of a sudden, everything fit into place. Why Duo hadn’t been fighting being thrown into a relationship with a man he hated. Why Trowa and Duo seemed to know exactly what was going on before Quatre spoke to them individually. How they seemed to agree with each other on every point. “You were in on this together, weren’t you?” His eyes flicked back and forth, floored when they both nodded. “How did…wait, why…I don’t…”

“Calm down, Quatre.” Duo’s voice was even, but there was some uncertainty there. “We will explain everything, but the important point to take away is that Trowa and I came together to try to give you everything you want and need in a relationship.”

“That’s ridiculous.” The blond huffed. “Why would anyone think they weren’t good enough for me?”

Trowa ignored his question. “Duo was the friend and emotional support you needed.”

“And Trowa was what you wanted.” The braided man spoke softly right next to Quatre. “Hopefully, together, we could be the perfect fit.”

The blond started drumming his fingers on his leg. “So I should take this elaborate farce as a compliment and ignore the fact that you played me like a piano?”

Duo was at a loss, so Trowa spoke up. “If you’re looking to place blame, blame me.”

“I’m not looking to place blame. I’m trying to find my footing.” Quatre looked hard at Trowa. “How much of what you told me was a lie?” Trowa’s mouth opened to object, but Quatre cut him off. “I know you made an oath, but I’m trying to place when it was made. How much of what you told me, standing in this very room was a lie?” Blue eyes flicked to the window Trowa had stood at just a few days ago.

Had it just been a few days? It felt like so much longer.

“All of it was truth.”

“So you love Duo?” Quatre pressed, two main points warring in his mind as to what took precedence.

“I never used those exact words.” Trowa’s eyes flicked to Duo, forcing himself to look at the pain he caused. He resolved to make up for it if he ever got the chance.

“And you think me weak?” The blond was completely calm outwardly, but churning inside, trying to decide how to react to all of this.

Trowa closed his eyes for a moment before responding. “If you had asked me that yesterday, I would have said yes, but today I cannot. You have just been told that what you yearned for you’ve gotten, have just learned that your two lovers deceived you, and yet you sit here calm, collected, thinking with your head. The master of strategy that saved us all in the war sits before me once again. I am glad; even if my deceit means any connection with you is severed, it was worth it to bring back the strength in you.”

Quatre gave him nothing, no clue as to what was going on in his head. “And what of Duo? Do you love him, or was he just a useful tool?”

“That’s not fair, Quatre.” Duo spoke up then. “I used him, too.”

“But it seems to me he’s the only one with no risk here. He gets what he wants, knowing that I already have feelings for him, but you’re exposing yourself to a relationship that might have backfired if I couldn’t fall in love with you.” Quatre’s protective nature took over, worried for his friend, defensive against any who may mean him harm.

“Which is why he was blocking you out, Q. I know it hurt you, and I am sorry for that, but he was trying to give me time with you. That’s why he asked the question he did before telling you how he felt. There’s no malintent here, we both did what we thought we had to do to make everyone happy.” Duo’s voice was soft, trying to talk his friend out of the righteous fury that could rise up.

Quatre searched Duo’s face. “But he hurt you.” It was in that second that he realized how much had changed. Somewhere in the hectic pace of the last few days, he had shared his body but so much more with the braided man. His friend had become his lover, his confidant, the person he leaned on, the man that pushed him when he needed it. He still wanted Trowa, and that had become stronger knowing that the intensity, the passion he had felt that one time was truth and was directed at him.

But it was no longer the ‘Trowa could do no wrong’ situation that it once was. He had hurt both Quatre and Duo, and he needed to be held responsible for that.

“So did you, kitten.” He smiled gently to soften the words as Quatre’s eyes widened with remembrance. “This isn’t going to be an easy thing, but just these last few days prove to me that it will be worth it to try to make it work.”

“May I ask how I hurt you?” Trowa’s voice cut in before Quatre could launch into another round of apologies.

Duo shook his head. “It is nothing, Trowa; Quatre is blowing it out of proportion.”

There was a pregnant pause, the stoic man was studying both of his lovers. “I should leave.” Trowa was rising from his seat.

“What? Why would you leave?” The two on the couch looked confused.

There was sadness in his voice, but his face showed nothing. “I won’t do this.” Quatre and Duo looked at each other as Trowa made is way to the door. Simultaneously, they both jumped from the couch and ran to cut off his exit.

“Why does that sound final, Tro?” Duo was trying to laugh through the question, make it a joke as he trailed the tall man, but it didn’t quite make it.

“Because it is.” All emotion was gone, and Quatre and Duo were looking at the soldier once again.

Duo slammed himself into the partially opened door, preventing Trowa’s exit, as Quatre hemmed him in on the other side. “Not without an explanation, buddy.”

Trowa shut down, saying nothing, showing nothing, eyes plastered to the door behind Duo, but Duo wasn’t having it. He punched Trowa hard on the arm. “Don’t you dare.” Green eyes snapped to Duo’s face as he continued. “I know you want this, want us, don’t run from it. Fight for it, Trowa. Don’t you dare shut it down now that you’ve got me addicted to this, not without a damn good explanation.”

His eyes were on fire as Trowa got in Duo’s face, but his voice was smooth as silk. “My biggest fear in this relationship is hurting you two. I know it will happen, and I hate the thought of it. That’s why I needed you to fill the spaces between Quatre and me, needed you to call me out when I screwed up. But apparently I was wrong; apparently, you two are going to sit back, let me hurt you, sulk about it to each other, then blow it off when I ask you about it. I won’t do it.”

Guilt flashed through Duo at the truth in his words, but there was also anger there that he would just walk away. “Fine, you want to talk, we’ll talk, but I’m not doing this with my back against the wall, so sit the fuck down.”

Quatre watched as Duo and Trowa stared each other down; finally, the blond broke the silence with a hand on each of their arms. “Duo and I know you don’t want to hurt us now. That’s a start and something I wasn’t sure of only moments ago. That will go a long way in the future to help us come to you to talk.”

Trowa looked at Quatre, confused. “Why would you think I want to hurt you?”

“Its not necessarily that you want to hurt us, more like its not a primary concern. Its hard to talk about something if you’re not sure the person you’re confronting cares.” Quatre shifted not meeting his eyes.

Trowa let Duo and Quatre guide him back to the loveseat he had vacated moments prior. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care.”

“Unless you were just in it for the mad-crazy sex.” Duo joked, jester’s smile conquering his face as he sat on the armrest sideways with his toes about an inch from Trowa’s thigh, elbows on his knees propping up his chin, looking down at the stoic man. Quatre watched them for a moment before slipping off his shoes and mimicking Duo’s position on the opposite armrest, socked feet almost poking Trowa’s other thigh.

Trowa ignored the joke. “What did I do to hurt you, Duo?”

The braided man watched his toes curl and extend. “Its not what you did, exactly; its what you didn’t do, Trowa.” There was a pause before Duo raised his eyes to look at his quiet lover. “I guess I just got a little hurt that you called Quatre by his nickname, but didn’t have one for me. It really isn’t that big of a deal; Q really did blow it out of proportion.”

“I’ve never called Quatre by his nickname.” Trowa looked confused.

“You called me ‘little one’ when you were rimming me, remember?” Quatre flushed, looking a bit upset that Trowa had forgotten.

But Trowa was shaking his head. “That’s not his nickname; that is just a description.”

“You mean I have another?” Different emotions warred on Quatre’s face, unsure what to feel, but Duo’s face had tensed and smoothed, hiding.

“Yes, you both do.” Trowa added quickly when he saw Duo’s reaction.

“What is it?” Quatre pressed.

“Feather, but if you liked the earlier description, it could be ‘little feather’ instead.” Trowa’s voice was soft, secretive.

“Feather?” Blue eyes scrunched in confusion, unsure what to do with such a name.

“Its word association; feather: wings, wings: angel.” Trowa was glancing at Quatre through his bangs, trying to gauge his reaction while hiding. “Its how I’ve thought of you since the wars.”

His eyes widened, but then his face went soft, smiling. “I like it.”

“And mine?” Duo was a little worried but too curious not to ask.

Now Trowa looked nervous. “I don’t know if you’ll like it; it could be considered feminine.”

Duo rolled his eyes. “It’s the hair, isn’t it?” He growled.

“I didn’t say I considered it feminine, just that others might.” Trowa spoke quickly.

“Oh.” Violet eyes blinked a few times. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Pixie.” Trowa shifted slightly, preparing for the fallout.

Duo sat there for a ‘what the hell?’ second, not thrilled about the name, confused, but decided to try to postpone judgment until after the explanation. ‘Feather’ sounded pretty stupid until it they knew why. “What’s the word association there?”

“There isn’t any; that’s the image that comes to mind: beautiful and deadly.” Trowa’s eyes followed the planes of Duo’s face as he spoke.

“A pixie? Deadly? You’re messed up, Trowa.” Duo had to laugh a bit. It was a nice description, but he still didn’t like the name. And since when were pixies deadly?

Trowa’s head shook slightly as his lips curled in his half smile. “In today’s commercialized versions of faeries and fey, pixies are not dangerous, but that was not the original version. In the lands where those stories began, faeries and pixies were feared. They were said to be so beautiful that even a half glance of one would drive you mad. Humans would leave their homes, families, and follow the fey ones anywhere. The pixies, smiling and laughing, would lead them to their deaths through the woods into the depths of a bog or get them hopelessly lost in the forest, driven mad by the loss of such a vision. As I said, beautiful and deadly.”

Duo’s breathing was elevated as Trowa spoke, green eyes capturing him, drawing him in the same way he described the pixies doing. Trowa thought him beautiful, otherworldly beautiful, and suddenly, his nickname wasn’t such a disappointment after all. “I don’t hate it. I think it’ll grow on me, though.” He nodded.

“Yeah?” Trowa looked relieved.

“Yeah.”

“I guess it could’ve been ‘faerie,’ but then there really would have been a connotation associated with it; and I like ‘pixie.’ It describes you well in my opinion.” Trowa was still trying to justify it.

Quatre chuckled. “You are pretty spritely at times.”

Duo sent him a mock glare. “But I see nothing angelic about you.” He reached forward, laughing and half-falling, and dragged the blond into Trowa’s lap as a big pile on the small couch. Trowa’s hands tentatively settled on their heads; Quatre was upside down, one leg hanging off the couch in midair. Duo was sprawled across limbs in a convoluted pattern.

They both looked up at him as they felt Trowa’s hands on them. “Are we ok?”

Quatre looked at Duo who shrugged as best he could in the position, looking a little sheepish. “Yeah, I guess I just expected something else, like ‘sweetheart,’ or ‘honey;’ I forget how much thought you put into everything you do.”

“It is preservation. I’ve always had to be careful and now even moreso because any slip could endanger you two. I would never forgive myself.” Those calloused hands were sliding through blond and auburn strands gently.

Duo’s hands clenched in the collar of Trowa’s shirt and awkwardly tugged him down pulling them all off the couch and onto the floor. Trowa was trying to keep his weight off the smaller men beneath him, but four hands pulled him onto them completely.

The former acrobat rolled, bringing them on top, both halfway on his chest looking down at him. Duo was shaking his head. “You need to stop thinking like that. You’re human, and humans make mistakes. If you slip, Q and I are both former terrorist, both Preventers, both trained to protect ourselves. If someone wants to come after us to hurt you, they are going to meet with a lot of resistance.”

“And probably an explosion or two, knowing Duo.” Quatre was smiling at his own joke.

It wasn’t a subject that brought any joy to Trowa, but he was glad they didn’t show any fear from the possibility of danger. He silently resolved to himself to get them to stay with him at his house more often, and to show them all of his escape routes. But later, now he was focused more on the way Duo was squirming against him.

“I want to try something.” The talkative one spoke up, both of his lovers looked at him expectantly. “I’ve seen several sexy movies that had a three person kiss; now, I have two lovers, and I want to try it.”

Quatre playfully pushed him. “Just because it works in your pornography, doesn’t mean it will work in real life.”

“Hey! Porn is real life; it’s the scripts that are fake. And I’ll have you know that I haven’t watched any in over a week, thank you very much.” Duo protested.

Quatre was about to retort, but Trowa’s hands, insistent on the back of their heads, changed his mind. Then there were mouths on his, lips and tongues twining with his. There were also too many noses in the way, and you couldn’t tilt your head to take that problem away as you could with a two man kiss. It was also more open; you couldn’t seal your mouth against another, so there were tongues exposed to air, licking across another before withdrawing to let lips come together to play.

It was sloppy, but it was really sexy knowing he was kissing both his lovers at the same time. And Quatre knew he wasn’t the only one getting turned on as he could feel the beginnings of Trowa’s excitement against his thigh. Then there were hands on his ass, squeezing and kneading his flesh, and Quatre knew something he wanted, too.

The blond pulled back with a gasp, thrusting his hips into Trowa’s stomach instinctively. “I want something, too.” With the distance, Quatre could see that one of the hands was Duo’s and the other belonged to Trowa. He could also see that Duo’s other hand was tormenting Trowa’s nipple.

The blond realized that, eventually, he would have to learn how to split his mind into what is being done to him, and what he’s doing to others. His lovers were looking at him expectantly; Duo had a smirk on his face.

“I want Trowa to take me, and I want to feel your emotions when you’re inside me.” Blue eyes were locked onto green.

Trowa was hesitant. “I don’t want to hurt you, little feather, and I’m…wider than Duo.” He picked his words carefully.

But Duo wasn’t offended. “Trowa’s bigger than me, kitten, but that just means you’ll have to go a bit slower.” He was playing both sides, trying to give Q what he wanted, but keeping his promise of not letting Trowa hurt Quatre.

Trowa wasn’t satisfied with that. “I want Duo in the middle, all of us at the same time.”

Duo shuddered at the image of being caught between them physically, taking and being taken; its what had originally made him accept the proposal Trowa made to him.

“But…” Quatre felt a bit slighted. To him, the relationship was not sealed between them until he’d given himself to both of his lovers. He wanted Trowa inside him.

Trowa felt himself give, backing down, compromising slightly. “I want Duo to stretch you out, so there’s no pain. Then I want to use Duo’s cum as lube when I take you.”

“Shit, that’s hot.” Duo moaned as he pulled them back into that sloppy kiss. “So, are we headed to Trowa’s house?” His voice was taunting.

Quatre pushed Duo off Trowa’s chest, rolling his eyes. “Please, Duo. I am very well aware that you had no intention of leaving this room tonight despite your words.”

“Enough words.” Trowa pulled Quatre’s neck to his mouth, running his lips across that sensitive flesh.

Duo crawled across Trowa’s legs, pushed Quatre’s shirt up, and ran his tongue down the fair skin of his back, watching him arch into the sensation. The braided man made up his mind; it was time to move. He pulled Q off Trowa and up onto his feet, then offered a hand down to Trowa for help up. “I want to try Q’s silk sheets on for size.”

Quatre huffed. “They are satin. Oh!” Any other comments were cut off when Duo threw the blond over his shoulder and walked into the bedroom with a wink tossed back at Trowa.

The quiet man followed his lovers, a soft smile painted across his lips, watching as Duo flopped Quatre onto the mattress, the smaller of the two landing with an ‘oomph’ before Duo was straddling his legs and working Quatre’s shirt up over his head.

Trowa crawled over the ornate footboard and came to his knees behind Duo. He gripped that braid and pulled him back against his chest. Duo groaned with the rough treatment, mouth seeking Trowa’s as those strong hands slid underneath his shirt, dragging the material up.

Quatre’s eyes were riveted to the exposed skin, hands reaching up to explore and tempt before traveling lower to release the fastenings on Duo’s pants. As Trowa helped Quatre strip Duo of his pants, he spoke up. “There’s lube in my back pocket.”

“Naughty little pixie.” Trowa’s voice was deep as he retrieved it and threw the uniform pants to the floor. Duo was completely bare, and Trowa took the opportunity to run his hands along that flesh from neck to knees and back up to his ass, fingers squeezing. Duo gasped as Quatre’s hands found their way to his shaft, pumping.

Duo was naked, but Quatre still had his pants on; and that was not acceptable to the tall man. Trowa maneuvered Duo forward, causing him to knee walk up along Quatre’s torso until his cock was hanging right over the blond’s kiss-swollen lips.

“Suck,” was Trowa’s short command, and Quatre hummed his agreement before his hands came to Duo’s hips and guided him to his mouth, licking up the shaft before sucking on the head.

Duo’s hands gripped the headboard, bracing himself as Quatre began working his head up and down the shaft slowly. Trowa stripped his small lover of his pants, fingers sliding over Quatre’s groin, rubbing the fabric of his underwear across the sensitive flesh before removing the soft material completely.

Trowa positioned himself to be able to reach both of his partners and thoroughly coated the fingers of both hands with lube.

It took everything Duo had not to thrust into Quatre’s mouth as he felt himself invaded by a slick finger. Vibration rocked the center of his world as the man beneath him moaned. Duo glanced back to see that Trowa was busy stretching Quatre, too.

Trowa added another finger, watching, entranced, as his lovers rocked their hips against his hands, physically pleading for more, deeper. He obliged, adding a third slowly. He felt Duo loosen first, and Quatre soon after. When they were ready, he slid a finger over their sweet spots making them moan and shudder for him. Trowa reveled in the power they gave him, and he knew nothing could ever compare to this.

His lovers were beautiful.

Trowa pulled away, wiped his hands on his shirt before stripping it off. Duo took that as cue and slid backwards, causing Quatre to release his shaft. He twisted to snatch the lube out off Trowa’s hand as he kissed the quiet man hard.

“You want me, hotstuff?” Duo pushed his hips against Trowa’s groin. The taller man rocked against him for a moment before backing off to strip himself bare. Duo slathered some lube across his own shaft then reached for Trowa’s.

Quatre bent his knees and tipped his hips up, pushing back as Duo’s cock put pressure at his entrance. Slowly, torturously slowly the braided man felt his shaft enveloped by his smaller lover. The heat, the pressure pulling him in and gripping him like a vice, Duo felt his body tighten with pleasure and had to reign in the urge to thrust and keep thrusting. He sank in to the root, the silken skin of Q’s thighs pressing against his sides, his balls cradled against Quatre’s ass.

Duo was breathing hard, gazing down at that sweet face, twisted in pleasure. He took a second’s pause to let Q adjust before calling for Trowa.

But Trowa had no intention of rushing this. The first time they came together like this, the ability to take both of his lovers at the same time; he was going to savor this.

Duo felt strong arms wrap around his torso, one hand travelling down his stomach to glide over the sensitive skin between his belly button the base of his cock. The other hand slid over his nipples, circling one then trailing to the other, teasing. The tips of his fingers bled fire across his skin, and Duo felt his body jerk in response, hips pressing tighter into Quatre who began rocking against his shaft with a moan.

Trowa pressed his chest against Duo’s back, pressing his groin against Duo’s ass, shaft slipping between his cheeks. Duo felt his passage clench, wanting. A hand came to his hip, pulling backward, pushing him tighter into Trowa’s body and causing him to withdraw from Quatre partially, before Trowa’s hips pressed him back in.

Duo shuddered at the feeling, letting Trowa dictate his pace, feeling Quatre flex and clench around him, thighs pressing and squeezing against him, solid chest and abs behind him, rough hand at his hip, his forearm pressed tight against his neck making his back arch, menacing but not frightening. Just a little edge of that rough play that Trowa liked so much.

Then Trowa was pressing into him, and Duo gasped as he was parted, slowly he was being drawn out of Quatre and onto Trowa. His head fell backwards onto Trowa’s shoulder; he felt so full. Q clamped down on his cock, trying to hold onto him as Trowa brought him back, only the head remaining in and quickly thrust completely in.

Quatre and Duo arched into the movement as Trowa ground down into them. He kept that pace for several passes, slow out and hard in, the long pull out, bodies colliding in. Slow drag of pleasure with a sharp burst of bliss like an exclamation point.

Quatre was panting, Duo was beyond words, and Trowa was holding on to his control with an iron fist, keeping the pace fairly slow, gradual build up. But it was time to pick things up a bit. He slid his tongue up Duo’s neck, lips drawing his earlobe into this mouth, breath sweeping across the flesh of his hairline. Duo moaned with a sharp nip on his shoulder followed by a forceful thrust.

Duo was leaning back on Trowa, but a big hand on the back of Duo’s neck, forced him onto his hands, face hovering right over Quatre’s. Their mouths met, feeding off each other’s moans. The change in position brought Trowa into contact with Duo’s prostate, and the man screamed his pleasure into Quatre’s mouth.

Trowa changed pace then, short and deep, relentlessly hitting Duo’s sweet spot. Green eyes watched his hands, those deadly hands, grip the sheets around blond strands, back arching, a long continuous moan cut through his throat.

Duo felt a velvet vice around his cock, a thick shaft of heat burning inside him, goosebumps of pleasure prickling his skin, ice and heat colliding across his scalp and ears, his body building tighter and tighter until everything stopped for one instant. Then Trowa hit that spot again and everything exploded in a vision of white. Black spots took over his vision as pleasure poured through every cell.

Quatre caught a glimpse of what Duo was experiencing, and it pushed him over as well, clamping down on Duo and prolonging both of their peaks, rocking and panting against each other.

Collapsing onto Quatre’s chest, Duo tried to regain his breath as the man beneath him kissed his head and face wherever he could reach. Trowa pulled back, hands smoothing down his back, taking a moment to compose himself and pull back from that edge.

Duo slid to the side, sprawling out next to them to watch the next step, but Trowa hesitated. Quatre was laid out beneath him, flushed and panting, eyes partially focused but reaching for him. Green eyes found violet. “Recover quickly, pixie; we’re not done with you.”

Duo rolled his eyes with a smirk. “I’ll do that.” He knew that Trowa was throwing the nickname around more loosely in order to balm the hurt from earlier, but he wasn’t going to complain. Trowa was trying, and both he and Quatre appreciated the effort.

“Trowa.” Quatre called the taller man’s attention back to himself. Trowa nodded and leaned down, weight settled on his elbows, pressing Quatre’s half-hard groin between them and smearing his release across their flesh.

Trowa pressed forward slowly. Quatre was stretched and wet from his time with Duo, but still firm around him. But Trowa felt almost sick with worry; this was something he had not even dared to dream about, being with Quatre like this. It always manifested as a nightmare, an intimate setting with cries of pleasure turning to cries of pain, blood pooling on the sheets and Quatre in the fetal position, cradling his stomach, face tight in agony.

A deep breath, Trowa forced himself to shake that image and concentrate on going slowly, giving his little lover time to adjust and stretch to fit him. Quatre groaned, feeling Trowa’s width press hard against his walls.

Duo’s essence dripped out as Trowa pushed in, sliding down along his balls, the combination of sensations sending a flush of heat across the back of his neck. His hands clenched in the pillow beneath Quatre’s head, elbows supporting his weight, Trowa limited the force he could use against his lover, only his hips and abs could be used.

Quatre felt stretched to full, as Trowa sank in to his base, the blond was panting, silently praying that he wouldn’t move, yet. The depth he sank to borderlined that darkness between sharp pain and dull pleasure; he closed his eyes, hands fisted against Trowa’s back trying to hold him there, not moving.

Trowa held himself utterly still, trying not to even breath, watching Quatre’s face, he knew. It was too soon; he had tried to postpone this longer, but they had overruled him. Now, watching his little feather’s face, he changed his mind on his approach. He pulled back slightly, feeling small hands press against him, trying to hold him there. One of Trowa’s hands pulled Quatre’s leg to his side, the other wrapped underneath fair shoulders, and he rolled them.

Quatre felt the world tip, and suddenly he was lying across Trowa’s stomach. Trowa’s hands went to grip the headboard as he spoke. “Use me, Quatre, the pace you want, the depth you want. I don’t want you in pain.”

“And I don’t want you passive. I want to be able to feel you, Trowa.” Quatre’s voice was firm.

“I don’t trust myself with you.” Trowa refused to look at him as he spoke.

“I won’t break, Trowa.” But he got no response, so he sat back hard on Trowa’s shaft watching the tall man jerk and feeling that sharp depth again. It stole his breath, but he held his resolve.

Trowa looked to Duo for help, so their braided lover crawled over to Quatre, came up to his knees and kissed him. It was a gentle distraction, letting him still for as long as he needed to adjust, their lips and tongues twining, slowing things down to a crawl until Quatre felt himself loosen, that depth not nearly as sharp as it was.

He pulled back, a hand at Duo’s cheek, licking his bottom lip. Violet eyes just stared into Quatre’s for a moment before a calloused hand closed over his still-so-sensitive groin. He gasped, his eyes rolling backwards for a moment before he looked down at Trowa’s face.

“I want you in my mouth.” Trowa’s voice was dark with desire, and a groan echoed through his chest as Quatre lifted himself up to slide back down his length slowly.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not hard, yet.” Duo smiled as he spoke.

“You talk like that matters.” Trowa’s smirk was ripped away as Quatre changed his angle and depth, rocking across his shaft.

Duo chuckled and crawled over as Trowa’s hand returned to the headboard. Duo kept both legs on one side of his head, one arm on the other, but he placed one hand over Trowa’s. It was symbolic, Duo keeping Trowa’s hands from letting go and reaching to their smaller lover again.

But it was enough to let Trowa relax his control slightly. Duo sank down over Trowa, and he sucked that soft flesh into his mouth. Whole body shuddering, Duo gasped; he was so sensitive. Trowa had no difficulty taking him in to the base, then releasing him to suck on the delicate skin covering his balls.

Duo gasped as both of his balls were surrounded by Trowa’s mouth, his tongue rolling them from cheek to cheek, and cried out loud as Trowa managed to bring the whole of his groin into his mouth, sucking and tonguing. Duo started getting hard again and Trowa was forced to relinquish the delicate spheres to concentrate only on his cock.

Quatre watched the play of Trowa’s mouth on Duo’s cock as his hips swayed over, watched the play of pleasure wash over Duo’s features, loved watching them. But he was done just watching, he began dropping down hard onto Trowa, watching Trowa’s throat convulse in pleasure causing Duo to moan and jerk.

He realized the power he held then, and Quatre smirked, maintaining that pace and feeding bliss to the others. Trowa felt his body tighten, that familiar climb to release, and began rocking his hips, pushing up into every drop.

Quatre moaned, head falling back and clamping down on Trowa as he kept thrusting up into him. Duo was panting, pushing his hips against Trowa, effectively fucking his mouth, and Trowa felt his body fire, hot and steamy, with the rough treatment.

Quatre’s hands gripped Trowa’s chest, fingers clenching in the muscle and pushing hard back into every thrust. The pace sped, harder, faster, Trowa could barely breathe. Fingernails bit into his skin as Quatre’s ass clenched down hard and Trowa shattered.

Releasing up into his love, he moaned deep in his throat. The vibrations sent Duo over, and Quatre was bombarded with the sensations from both. He felt enveloped by warmth so hot it was cold, passion so dark it was gentle, sunshine and sparkles and every cliché bit into his chest, and he was so completely overwhelmed…

Duo fell over to the side, exhausted, vision swimming. Trowa blinked several times, eyes trying to focus; when they did, he saw tears flowing down Quatre’s face.

It was like an ice shower. His eyes snapped open as he sat up, gently pulling Quatre off of him and onto the bed between him and Duo. He pulled him into his arms, gentle fingers wiping the tears away, petrified but trying to make it better. “Quatre, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

This got Duo’s attention, and he turned to hold the blond as well. “Kitten?”

“Hmm? I felt you. Both of you. I…that was amazing. Thank you.” Tears continued to fall from crystal blue eyes, and Trowa looked at Duo completely confused. Duo just smiled as he reached down and pulled a sheet up to cover them before cuddling up to Quatre’s side.

It was late. They needed rest, and apparently, he and Quatre had to explain the concept of tears of joy to Trowa tomorrow.

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Phew, sorry for the wait, but that was so much longer than my usual chapters, almost twenty pages! Sheeesh. Only proofread once, so there will be errors, forgive me. I'll get review responses posted tomorrow.

Hope you liked it, not my hottest lemon, but not a complete flop, either. Meh. Lemme know what you think if you've got the time. Much love to all my beauteous reviewers!

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