Two Sides of a Triangle

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READ FIRST!!!!: Ok, so I never do authors notes pre-story, so know this is potentially important to you. So last time I updated, there were a slew of other updates on the site. It was weird, no one updated for about a week then everyone updated at once. The point of that is, there weren't as many hits on the fic after the update as usual. Maybe that means people lost interest, or maybe that means that many didn't know I updated.


!!!!Long story short, If you're still waiting for the confrontation, if you don't know Trowa's nicknames for Duo and Quatre, Go back cuz You missed a chapter.!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Trowa woke again to the feel of another body pressed into him, but he knew he wasn’t in his bed. The sheets were slick around him, the material smooth, like warm, dry water, poured across and around him.

He was on his side, and there was a blond head huddled into his chest. Just beyond Quatre was a lump in the sheet with a familiar braid trailing from beneath the covers. An amused smile took over his lips as he began to look around for a clock.

Trowa usually woke very early in the morning; he spent his mornings with the sun, watching it rise, feeling the chill of night slowly replaced by the warm light. He had a kata, of sorts, that he performed every morning, though it consisted of no particular form of martial arts. It was more of a combination of flips, leaps, and twists that kept him agile, increased his speed and flexibility.

But he wouldn’t be doing that this morning.

It was a Wednesday; they had to work. Well, technically, Quatre and Duo had to work. There were a lot of leniencies thrown into Trowa’s Preventer role. Because of the extreme danger he placed himself in, the constant ‘overtime’ that comes with living with the enemy, and the ‘mental taxations’ (as the on-location psychologist called it) Trowa was pretty much free to come and go as he pleased when not undercover, as long as he got debriefed and reported to Une on his progress.

Trowa was usually inconsistent with his attendance at work, and that was done on purpose. He didn’t want people to know when he was in the office and when he was on assignment. He didn’t take lunch in the cafeteria, stayed hidden for the most part when in the building. The reason for that was simple: he didn’t trust everyone on the Preventer’s payrole.

There were at least two double agents that he had found in his infiltrations. Trowa had informed Une, but had requested that she keep them on. If they were suddenly discovered and the threat removed, the organizations that he had infiltrated would start investigations of their own, and then one of his identities could be compromised.

No, it was better to keep them on, use them to subtly feed the spies information he wanted them to have, and bust them after his associations with that group was done. But until then, he could be identified by his presence and absence around the office if someone paid close enough attention.

But he had missed the last two days, so maybe it was best to check in with Une on a few things. It was two weeks until his scheduled departure, and he needed to make sure everything was going as planned. And he needed to check in on the recruits. So, yeah, he was going in today.

Which meant he needed to get up, go home, take a shower, get dressed, eat, and get back up to the office. He mentally groaned as he pulled away from Quatre and found the clock, 5:15 a.m. As far out as his house was, Trowa would need to leave soon to make it in on time, especially with morning traffic.

He sat up and looked over at Duo and Quatre; they hadn’t moved. Trowa wasn’t really sure what to do, but knew he’d catch hell if he just left without a word.

Trowa shook Quatre’s shoulder. “Quatre.” He gently shook his shoulder. “Wake up, little feather.”

His little lover smiled as he rolled over, groggy but happy. “Hmm? Morning.”

A soft smile took over his face as Trowa responded. “I have to go if I’m going to get home and back to work on time.”

Blue eyes opened wide, coming awake at the words. “Am I late?” He sat up and Duo groaned and rolled over.

“No, its still early; you have time. Duo may need to go in the next half hour if he’s headed home before work.” Trowa didn’t lower his voice, trying to alert Duo as well as Quatre.

Fuzzy blue eyes found the clock and nodded. “I’ll set an alarm for Duo.” Quatre laid a kiss on Duo’s neck before following Trowa out of bed. He leaned against the wooden bedpost, and his eyes followed Trowa’s movements as he got dressed, muscles shifting and flexing underneath smooth, tan skin.

“So, you’ll be in the office today?” Quatre pulled himself back from the edge of arousal.

“Yeah.” Trowa didn’t look up as he fastened his jeans.

“Do you want to meet us for lunch?”

Trowa paused. He knew he couldn’t parade his presence around the building; there was too much risk in making his schedule known. He could endanger his mission, and infinitely worse, he could endanger them. “No.”

“Oh.” Trowa could practically feel Quatre’s face fall. “Ok, its just…well, Duo and I thought it’d be nice to see you during the day, since you’re leaving soon.”

Green eyes looked up to see Quatre’s head tilted down, hands fidgeting at his sides.

Trowa sighed. The fear of Duo and Quatre moving past him slid through his head. He knew there was a very real possibility that they would realize that they didn’t need or want him anymore. But he knew he couldn’t parade his presence around the building.

“Quatre, I like to keep a low profile while I’m in town. I never eat lunch in the cafeteria.”

“I know, but I thought, maybe, if you had someone to eat lunch with…” Quatre blushed. It sounded like a schoolboy asking out his first crush.

And as pathetic as it sounded, Trowa thought it was endearing. “If you want, you could get your lunch ‘to go’ and eat in my office.”

Quatre looked up and smiled. “That will work. You don’t mind?”

Trowa shook his head. “I do enjoy your company, Quatre. Its not that I don’t want to spend time with you and Duo, its just safer to stay low.”

Quatre’s face was a bit sad as he spoke. “Always what’s safe, right Trowa?”

The taller man finished pulling on his shirt then walked over to Quatre. “And now its even more important.”

Green eyes caressed his face like a physical thing, and Quatre flushed. He was always so serious, but he guessed that was the product of having such a dangerous job. Quatre couldn’t even begin to grasp what Trowa went through every time he went undercover. How did you deal with knowing you could be exposed at anytime, in so many ways? Everything he did had to be perfect or he risked exposure.

“You’re going to be late, Trowa.” Quatre whispered.

“Yeah.” He was so close.

“You’re going to kiss us goodbye, right?”

Trowa didn’t bother to answer, just dipped down and pressed his lips to Quatre’s. It was just pressure and the gentle movement of flesh against flesh, superficial sweetness. The blond hummed against Trowa’s mouth, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s neck and trying to deepen the kiss. Trowa let his tongue curl across those lips before pulling back, preventing anything further.

He looked over to his other lover, still almost completely hidden beneath the sheets. One of his legs was hanging off the bed from about the knee down, and Trowa had an idea. He sent a smirk to Quatre as he walked up next to the bed and kneeled down. Quickly, he gripped Duo’s ankle and yanked, pulling him down towards Trowa’s lap. The former thief yelped and sprawled, hands trying to dig down into the covers to prevent himself from falling off the bed. His legs straddled Trowa’s knees, torso slightly twisted, one hand behind on the bed the other coming around to try to catch himself before he hit the ground. Almost defenseless.

Duo was dazed and slow, and the taller man took full advantage. He easily batted the one hand away, grasped the back Duo’s neck, and invaded his already opened mouth, swallowing down a confused burst of sound from the braided man and thrusting his tongue inside.

Quatre watched as Duo began to wake up, a soft moan from his throat, hands coming up to thread through chestnut strands. Trowa’s other hand wrapped around Duo’s waist and pulled him up close, shifting his hips to stimulate a groggy groin.

As soon as Trowa felt Duo reciprocate, cock stiffening and hips rocking against his stomach, the taller man pulled back, stood up, and dropped Duo on the bed.

Duo sat there for a second, eyes a bit glazed and looking up at Trowa, lips swollen and glistening. The confused expression on his face made it difficult for Trowa to keep a straight face as he spoke. “You should leave in the next twenty minutes if you want to get to work on time. I’ll see you at lunch, Duo.”

A confused, slightly angered, “What!?!” followed his footsteps as Trowa walked out the door; hearing Quatre’s laughter drifting down the hallway, he couldn’t help but smirk. He ignored the looks of the manor staff as he walked to the main entrance and out to his car.

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Duo sat in his office chair pretending to read relevant information regarding an upcoming apprehension of an international art smuggling ring, but in reality, he was waiting for the clock to strike twelve. He was still riding that sharp edge of arousal and anticipating the release he’d been teased with since he woke up that morning.

As he sat there that morning, horny as hell with a combination of morning wood and Trowa-inspired hard-on, he realized what had happened right as Trowa disappeared out the door. Then the sound of Quatre’s laughter pierced his lust-fogged brain, and Duo realized what had to be done.

He stood, stalked over to the blond, trapping him between the wooden bedpost and his body, and paid the favor forward. He attacked Quatre’s mouth, pressing their bare flesh together, and trailing his fingers beneath his belly button until the ‘young master’ was at full attention. Then Duo pulled back, licking his lips, and proceeded to get dressed.

Quatre was no longer laughing after that.

So he was pretty damn sure that Quat had some payback plans for lunchtime in Trowa’s office because Duo sure as hell did. But that gave him something to do to speed the clock until eating time. He got on his computer, hacked the security codes again, and made a few alterations to the camera monitoring Trowa’s office.

But as irritated and sexually frustrated as Duo pretended to be, he was also pleased on a different level because Trowa had initiated closeness. Yes, it was still sexual in nature, and it probably would be for some time to come. Sex, Trowa was familiar with, intimacy, not so much. It would be something he learned from Quatre and Duo over the course of their time together. As closed off as Trowa tended to be at times, Duo expected it to take months to get Trowa to the point where he felt comfortable initiating contact with his lovers outside of sex.

This morning’s episode was close; it wasn’t the sweet, tenderness that comes with just being near someone you love, but it didn’t end in sex. It was a tease, something to provoke…which was another thing. Was Trowa getting a bit of a sense of humor? Nothing big, but baby steps are still steps.

And he couldn’t be picky when it came to progress where Trowa was concerned. It could be a painstakingly slow process of chipping away at the armor he spent his entire life to create.

But he wasn’t going to tell the others that; as far as they are concerned, he was horny as hell and they were going to pay for it. A devilish smile curled his lips as he plotted, and it as still there as he met Q outside the cafeteria. “Hey, Q. You plotting revenge against me for this morning?”

The blond had a sweet smile on his face as he answered. “Of course not, Duo; you know I am more than able to forgive.” His angelic face supported his words, but Duo had been friends with him for too long to believe the statement.

“If that’s truly the case, then you wouldn’t be adverse to being recruited into my revenge against the tall man?” No names. He would respect Trowa’s wish for privacy in front of others. Duo walked slowly through the cafeteria, scanning the different lunch options with Q by his side.

Blue eyes stalled their perusal of the entrée choices and turned to look at Duo. “I’m listening.”

Duo shrugged, the picture of nonchalance, as he continued to look around. “I’m just saying, if he’s unable to finish what he started, maybe we should do so ourselves.” His eyes were sly as they locked with Q’s. “He does so like to watch.” A mischievous smile painted his lips as he turned join a line.

Quatre chuckled and did the same. They met back up after grabbing drinks and paying for their meals and headed to a certain acrobat’s office.

Trowa had his laptop open on his desk and was scanning from laptop screen to desktop monitor inputting information from one to the other as the two men stumbled into his office, laughing quietly and trying to keep their voices down.

The quiet man was unaware how much trouble those two underwent to make it to his office without being noticed. He nodded to them as they came in and sat down on the floor in the corner. They weren’t hidden, but if someone stuck their head in, the two weren’t in direct line of sight.

“Come sit with us, Trowa.” Quatre tried to hold the laughter out of his voice, and almost succeeded.

“You gonna eat, big boy?” Duo lifted an eyebrow at the man, and Trowa knew his work was temporarily on hold.

He reached into a drawer in his desk, grabbed a protein bar, and walked over to the others, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and a full view of the entire office. Duo couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Trowa’s ‘lunch’ and opened the Styrofoam container that held his food.

Trowa sat and watched as Duo and Quatre chatted easily. The casual conversation about movies they wanted to see, local news, inter-office politics, and everything else but what happened this morning just placed a spotlight on the situation for Trowa. He knew something was coming; he just didn’t know what.

Duo’s lunch consisted of spaghetti, garlic bread, and another side dish that had absolutely no relevance because as they neared the end of their meal, Duo got a little sloppy with the sauce.

Quatre smirked. “Hey, you’ve got a little…” He motioned to Duo’s cheek. “Nevermind, I’ll get it.” His mouth moved forward very slowly, pink tongue slipping out to lick up the mess painting Duo’s mouth.

“Mmm. Did you get it all?” Duo’s breath broke against Quatre’s face.

“I don’t know, let me check.” Those lips neared again, and Duo turned to bring their mouths together.

The kiss was sloppy and wild, more to show Trowa what was happening than to build their own excitement. Duo and Quatre had been half-hard since this morning. Duo reached over to push Q’s lunch to the side and leaned into the man.

Quatre’s hands gripped Duo’s shirt as the braided man crawled forward, pushing the smaller man back to lie on the floor. Duo slithered between his legs and began unbuttoning his dress shirt as his mouth continued to attack Quat’s lips.

Trowa sat back, amused and aroused. He knew this was his punishment for this morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. And the show the others were putting on certainly wasn’t about to change his mind. “Am I allowed to participate, or …?”

Violet eyes pierced Trowa. “No, you’re going to sit there and keep your hands to yourself. AND you are not allowed to cum until Quatre and I tell you to.”

Trowa chuckled and made himself more comfortable against the wall. His pants were getting tighter, and he had to shift to make more room as the braided man attacked Quatre’s mouth again. So be it.

The blond moaned, wantonly, and arched into his mouth as Duo parted his shirt. His fingers skimmed down pale flesh, slowly pulled his belt through the buckle, and popped the button of Quatre’s pants. Duo pulled away, lips going to his neck, speaking against the skin. “Can’t have you getting a wet spot on your clothes now can we, Q?” He slid the zipper down, just halfway, and pulled the elastic of Quatre’s underwear down just enough to expose the head.

“What are you…?” The smaller man was confused as to why his need was still trapped in his pants, but then Duo’s hips thrust against him, and his words were stolen.

Duo’s words were devilish, hot breath dampening the skin of a pale neck. “Someone as distinguished as Mister Winner should not participate in interoffice sex. Shameful.” Duo thrust again against his groin. “So we’re just going to hump like horny teenagers.

“What?”

“You into role play, wildcat?” Mischief rolled across Duo’s face as he pushed their groins together.

The two men found a rhythm, hips rocking and pushing against each other. Quatre’s arms reached up underneath Duo, grabbing at his shoulders, pulling their chests together and rolling his body against his lover. The brunette shuddered against him before bending to swipe his tongue across a tight, pink nipple.

Another roll of Quatre’s hips caused Duo to pull back; his hands went to his own belt, unfastening and parting the material just somewhat as he had for the man beneath him. The blond laughed and repeated the maneuver again, and Duo answered with a slow grind.

Quatre groaned low in his throat. Every knob in his spine pressed into the carpet-covered concrete with every flex of his hips, head grinding into the floor with every arch of his back, but he didn’t notice. He was more concentrated on the liquid fire that slid across his cock with every movement as the silk of his boxers drove his mind from all else. He felt sticky and sweaty and mad with the heat of what was happening, like steam was rising from every pore, trapped in his clothes and cooking his skin.

He felt his ass clench with want every time Duo thrust against him. Quatre wanted to be filled, wanted Duo to spread his legs, grip his hips and strike his prostate mercilessly. He wanted to be thoroughly taken, and he panted his desire against Duo’s collarbone. “Please, Duo.”

“You close, Q? Are you gonna cum?” His voice was sin against his ear.

“I want you in me so bad.” Quatre clutched at Duo, nails raking down his back.

Duo felt his cock jump, and the words slipped from his mouth before he even had time to regret it. “Yeah, I want to grind my cock into your tight ass, fuck you into next week.” But as soon as he said it, he froze, eyes wide, and a bit scared of the reaction. He got off so hard with dirty talk, and it had been so long since he had spoken like that. Duo was planning on easing into with his gentle love; he knew Trowa wouldn’t mind, whether he returned it or not would be something to find out later.

But not Quatre, and he was nervous he had just scared the little blond.

It was the opposite, actually. He watched Quatre’s body jerk with his words; his hips grinding up into Duo furiously trying to cum, trying to encourage Duo to move again. The braided man heard Trowa curse beside him, a groan hidden in the expletive and Duo came hard, grinding down into Quatre.

Arching up into the movement, Q cried out, the heat spilling out with his release as they thrust in the final throws of ecstasy.

Duo was panting in his ear, weight settled across Quatre’s chest, their seed smeared between them.

Trowa applauded slowly, and the others turned to look at him. “Very nice.”

Duo’s eyes were locked on Trowa’s face as he ran his tongue along Quatre’s ear, teasing. “You like that? Are you all horny, lover?”

“Yes.” Trowa was rock hard, but he also knew what was coming. This was his punishment, but it was also a promise.

“Well, too bad. You’re going to have to sit at your desk for the rest of the day getting nothing done but trying to get comfortable around your blue balls until tonight. Got it?”

Trowa smirked. “Very well.”

Duo groaned as he rolled himself off of Quatre, laying on his back beside the blond. “Shit, Q, I’m going to be so sore.”

“You’re going to be sore? I’m going to have bruises all up my spine.” Quatre grumbled.

“Regret it, kitten?” Duo turned his head.

“Of course not, but next time you’re going to be on bottom.” He smiled as he spoke.

They both looked up to hands above their faces, as Trowa offered them help to their feet. As soon as they stood, a little unsteady, muscles twitching and loose from their activities, Trowa held tissues out to them to help them clean up.

Quatre wiped off as best as he could, and began buttoning his shirt. It was dry of any mysterious stains, but it was wrinkled and scrunched in an odd pattern. He would need to avoid most people for the rest of the day to avoid embarrassing questions. The blond sighed a bit; it sucked. He finally had a lover, two fabulous lovers, and he couldn’t speak of it. He wanted to jump up and down and yell to the sky, but he couldn’t.

And it wasn’t even to hide from Preventer policy. He wasn’t partnered with either man, so the relationship, while not completely supported due to the potential inter-office drama, was not against regulations. But he still couldn’t say anything because he respected his lover’s wish for secrecy.

But it still sucked.

Duo noticed Q’s change in mood. “What’s wrong, Quat?”

He motioned to his shirt. “I’m going to have to stay locked in my office to avoid suspension.”

The braided man watched him for a moment; he could tell what was truly bothering him, Quatre was too pure to hide, too transparent at times. Duo turned to Trowa. “You said you didn’t want strangers to know about us.” Trowa just nodded, and he continued. “So if I were to ask you to meet us in Heero and Wufei’s office in about an hour for a little announcement, you wouldn’t object?”

“No, I trust both of them to keep a secret.” Green eyes watched Quatre smile brightly.

“Really?” The blond threw himself into Trowa’s chest, hugging him tightly.

Duo laughed at Trowa’s confused expression as his arms came up to wrap around the smaller man. He pulled back after a moment, looking down into blue eyes. “It really means so much to you for others to know?”

Quatre’s face scrunched a bit, trying to find the right words. “No, not really. Its just that I’m so happy with you two, I don’t want to conceal that. And its almost like you’re hiding us for a reason.”

“I’m not ashamed of you if that’s what you’re thinking. Its just dangerous, little feather.” Something clenched in his chest when Quatre couldn’t meet his eyes. Duo walked up behind the little blond, hand running soothingly through his hair.

Resolution filled Trowa, firmer than he had ever felt before. It would end; he had people that were important to him now. He had lovers to protect, and this would end as quickly as he could make it. A strong hand gripped Quatre’s chin, forcing blue eyes to meet green. “Give me a little time, feather. Two more missions, three if something unexpected happens. Its what I’ve been building up to for years. After I break this, I’ll give it all up, and you can call a press conference if you wish.”

Hope wrote itself in brilliant lines across Quatre’s face, but Duo stood stock still behind him in shock. “Trowa, how?”

Trowa’s other hand came up to rest on the side of Duo’s neck, holding onto both of them. He should have felt apprehensive about his decision; he was giving up the only lifestyle he had known since the wars. But holding on to the two of them like this, he had no regrets. “I can’t tell you much, but I’ve had one ultimate target since my infiltrations have started. I’m very close. There’s one more set up mission; then I’m going in. After that, I’ll tell Une I’m only doing training for infiltration. If that’s not acceptable, I’ll hand in my resignation.”

Duo was still in shock. The ultimate soldier was willing to renounce the position for them. “I don’t know what to say, Trowa. You really do care, don’t you?”

He nodded, eyes flicking back and forth for a moment before settling on Duo. “Its more than that, for both of you.”

Violet eyes widened at the confession; all of a sudden his heart was pounding, breath stolen from his lungs for an instant. “It’s the same for me.”

Quatre was watching with a small smile. There was a time he would have been jealous, and the thought was still there in his mind, but he fought it down. He knew Duo loved him; he knew Trowa loved him. If their feelings for each other were growing, it could only make the relationship that much stronger. He didn’t have to be the center of their worlds, not all the time.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Trowa’s arms brought him into a fierce hug. It was tight, but Quatre had never felt so good, so safe wrapped so tightly between his two lovers. He could feel the different textures of their shirts against his cheeks, could smell the mingling scents of their aftershave, could feel someone’s hand traveling up and down his back affectionately, and he never wanted to move again.

Finally, Trowa pulled back, a hand on one of each of their cheeks. “I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll meet you in an hour.”

“You bet your sweet ass you will.” Duo leered at him, trying to lighten the mood, feeling lighter than he had in months. Every one of them was all in on this situation, betting everything they had for the chance for the ultimate payoff.They were going to be ok; this was going to work.

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