Alone

Heero eased the door open carefully. The small bedroom was dimly lit by a streetlight two floors below. They could see Wufei curled up on his right side, blankets pulled up past his chin, his hair an inky puddle on the white pillowcase. He was very obviously asleep. Heero turned to Duo. “Should we wake him?”

“Sally said wake him every two hours, to make sure he’s okay. She shouldn’t have given him so many damn shots, if they’re gonna cause so much trouble. How’s he supposed to rest like that? We can talk to him when we wake him up, if he’s not too out of it.”

Heero didn’t like it. He knew he had to accept it, but he did not like it. It was absolutely amazing to him that impatient, impulsive Duo was willing to wait like a good little boy. He turned on him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You aren’t acting like yourself. Why are you so patient?”

“I’m not.” Duo paused, considering, then dropped his mask. “I - I’m scared, ‘Ro. What if he says ‘no’? What then?” He sat down on the bed and scooted over, and Heero climbed in after him.

“If he says no, he says no. We’re still keeping him with us, and we’ll try again. As many times as it takes.”

Duo couldn’t help but snicker again. “I really am getting these mental pictures of Wufei in handcuffs and leg irons.”

“Tied to a bed?” Heero’s voice was a low purr in his ear, and Duo shivered.

“‘Ro!” He whispered back, his voice sharp. “Don’t give me ideas like *that.* At least, not when there’s nothing I can do about it!”

“Nothing?” Heero’s voice was entirely innocent, but the hand sliding up Duo’s leg was not.

“‘Ro, not now! We’ll wake ‘Fei up.”

“Good.” And Heero dove in for a kiss, his hand gently stroking the inside of Duo’s thigh. The other boy tried hard to swallow a moan, and it leaked out as the tiniest of sighs. Heero smiled against his lips, and his hand crept higher. The sigh was louder that time.


*


Wufei wasn’t entirely sure what had woken him - he wasn’t even quite sure of where he was. ‘My room... I think.’ But it was backwards - no, he was on the folding cot, instead of his bed. His eyes and his memory suddenly told him why. Then his eyes added a little more information, and grew so wide it almost hurt.

~Are they doing what I think they’re doing?~

They were.

In definite danger of a nosebleed, Wufei tried to turn away from the bed. A bolt of agony shot through his left side, and he winced, settling on his back instead, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. ‘IwillnotlookIwillnotlookIwillnotlook...’

He looked.

And his wide velvet eyes met a set of amused blue-violet orbs, watching his face with an intensity he didn’t understand. He scowled half-heartedly, and pulled the pillow over his head, clutching fistfuls of softness. There were a few more quiet moans and sighs from the bed - *that* was what had woken him! - and then silence. Then the cot creaked loudly as weight settled on it, and strong hands grasped his wrists, pulling them and the pillow away from his face. He peered up through the twilight darkness, not sure whether to be angry or ashamed. He expected to see Duo grinning down at him, but met instead the Prussian blue eyes of Heero Yuy.

~Oh, gods... he’s going to kill me. It’s not my fault I saw - why was he doing *that* when I was sleeping right over here!?~

The hand that settled on his face was surprisingly gentle, and the words that came out of the Perfect Soldier’s perfect mouth were so different from what he expected that he wasn’t sure they were even speaking the same language anymore.

“How do you feel?”

“W-what?”

“Wufei - how do you feel? Sally told us to check on you every two hours.”

His brain scrambled rapidly, trying to sort out the fact that Heero wasn’t murdering him, was calmly asking if he was suffering any medical reactions while he sat - naked! - on the edge of Wufei’s bed. It kept scrambling, not finding any purchase at all, when an equally nude Duo Maxwell came creeping up the other side of the cot and stretched out full length next to him, lifting a lazy hand to stroke Wufei’s forehead.

“You don’t have a fever. Sally wanted us to watch out for that the most.” He grinned down at Wufei, who was just gaping at him in return, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Duo’s face. “‘Fei, you look kinda stunned.” He let his hand trail down the delicately boned cheek and jaw, to settle on the wildly throbbing pulse at the hollow of Wufei’s throat. “Feel kinda stunned, too.” The wandering hand pushed the blanket down until it could flatten, palm down and fingers spread, over his thundering heart. “‘Fei - calm down. We’re not going to hurt you, for gods sake!”

Heero shifted, stretched out on Wufei’s other side and pressed close to the slender boy, wrapping a strong arm around him. “Never hurt you.” He murmured, tucking his face tight against Wufei’s neck and closing his eyes. Wufei felt the flutter of his lashes against his skin, felt the gentle puff of his breath. Duo leaned very close, eyes like the evening sky staring hard into pools of midnight darkness.

“He’s out for at least twenty minutes. Are you seeing anybody?” Those velvet black pools blinked up at him in confusion. ‘Gods, he’s just so cute when he’s confused...’ “Well?” He was rewarded with a single shake of the head, and he beamed. “Good. So...” His hand trailed slowly up to Wufei’s shoulder. “You wanna... I mean, we want you to...”

“Join us.” The statement was muffled against Wufei’s throat.

“W-what?!”

Duo leaned his forehead against Wufei’s, forcing the smaller boy to look him in the eye. “We want you, ‘Fei. Wanted you for a long time, now. Do you... *will* you join us?”

Wufei’s head was spinning. He felt a sudden desire to pinch himself, sure he was lying on the jungle floor, hallucinating with malaria. ‘Ouch.’ Okay, not dreaming. “W-why...” He wanted to ask exactly why they wanted him - who on any given colony would want *him*? - but he couldn’t get the words out. It was probably just a physical thing...

“Love you, ‘Fei.” Duo whispered, turning so his cheek rested against the other boy’s. “Both of us do. Want you with us forever.”

“Love you.” Heero’s voice was sleepy, his arm tightened gently around Wufei’s waist. “Love you, no more stupid missions... not without us...”

Duo snickered, slid a hand down silky hair and tugged ‘Fei’s head over until it was tucked beneath his chin. “Damn straight. We’re keeping you with us whether you... um... join us or not. Got an extra room, so just get used to it. I know we kinda sprung this on you, so we’ll give you time to think about it. But we’re not kidding, ‘Fei, we really do love you, want you. Have for a long time, since during the war. We just weren’t brave enough to admit it to each other, let alone *you.*” He settled into silence, one hand still on Wufei’s hair, the other snaking around to lay across him, resting on Heero’s steadily rising and falling ribs.

Wufei lay silent while Duo’s breath evened out, too. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, too stunned to even think properly. He felt the weight of two strong arms holding him, felt the gentle stir of two people’s breath against his skin... *gods* what was happening?! Chang Wufei *never* got what he wanted! Never *ever* had everything he’d ever dared dream of offered to him out of the blue! This had to be some kind of joke, some kind of dream. Didn’t it?


*


He didn’t know how long he lay there, staring at the plain white ceiling, but he suddenly registered the fact that Heero’s hand had drifted to his hip. That his thumb had started making slow, careful circles on the jutting edge of his hipbone. His breath squeaked in his throat, and Duo snickered.

“Told ya he’d be out for twenty minutes.” The voice was smug, the hand on Heero’s ribs leaving to drift up Wufei’s arm, fingertips slowly, carefully memorizing every inch of skin on the way. It almost distracted Wufei from the fact that Heero’s fingers had left his hipbone and were sliding along his waistband, drifting closer and closer to the knotted drawstring. He pulled in a sharp breath and grabbed for that wandering hand.

Heero chuckled softly, his mouth against Wufei’s collarbone. “Relax. Not going to do anything you won’t like.” His tone was soothing but his words weren’t - Wufei was getting way too many mental pictures. Duo’s fingers had gone sliding up his neck and were now trying to memorize his face.

“S’true, ‘Fei. We won’t take it too far - just let us love you a little. We missed you.”
“Mmm.” Heero agreed, catching one of Wufei’s hands in his and lacing their fingers together. Duo reach down and caught his other hand, leaving the Chinese boy defenseless. Heero leaned closer and pressed soft lips against his temple, slid them down his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth, then raised his head. He put his nose against Wufei’s, gazing down into those bottomless black eyes. Wufei almost had to cross them to look back.

“Is this all right, Wufei? Before we go any further, is this all right?” The hand exploring his shoulder stopped, and he could see Duo gazing solemnly at him in his peripheral vision. Heero rubbed his nose slightly, drawing his attention back to him. “Not going too far, remember? You’re not in any shape for it.”

“Physically or mentally. We know we kinda stunned you.” Duo added, drifting closer.

“Right. Just let us touch?” Heero shifted until his long, lean body was pressed against Wufei’s, only a sheet and the pajama bottoms between them. Duo grinned and copied him on the other side.

“I...” Wufei’s brain was going in little circles, looking desperately for reasons why he shouldn’t do this. He knew there *were* reasons, good ones, but he couldn’t think of them right now. The hard, warm evidence of arousal that pressed into each of his thighs wasn’t helping. A hand - whose hand he didn’t know because he was *not* going to look down - traced the path of the dragon’s tail that circled his bellybutton, stroking the soft skin. He gasped and squirmed and could nearly hear the other boys grin.

“I think it’s all right.” Duo told Heero, his breath warm against Wufei’s shoulder. Half a second later and he felt lips there, tracing the curve of his shoulder and wandering, warm and soft, down to his collarbone. He felt the hint of a tongue licking his skin and Duo’s voice again, murmuring, “So pretty...”

~Pretty?!~

Wufei opened his mouth to protest and couldn’t - not with Heero’s mouth pressing him down for a deep, searching kiss. He was so surprised that Heero was easily able to slide his tongue past his lips, exploring the moist heat he found, sliding over the slick enamel of teeth and stroking against Wufei’s tongue gently, encouraging it to play. The response he got was uncertain, hesitant, and sent a bolt of heat straight to his groin. He growled and pressed their lips together almost hard enough to bruise. Something warm and soft nuzzled against his cheek and another warm tongue traced his ear.

“Share.” Duo’s voice was rough with need and he grudgingly lifted his mouth, sliding his lips down Wufei’s jaw to the sweet skin on his neck. He found a spot that made the lithe body next to him tremble and set to work on it, licking and sucking at the skin, determined to mark this boy.

Wufei barely had time for a breath before another set of lips was on his, softer and less demanding, the tongue in his mouth now more playful. Duo got to sample the tentative caress ‘Fei gave back and he moaned softly in appreciation. After a moment his lungs screamed for air and he lifted his head. Gazing down at the sight beneath him he moaned again.

Heero’s face was flushed, dark brown hair sticking to his skin with sweat. His eyes were closed tight as he concentrated on the small patch of skin beneath his mouth. Duo could see the mark he was making as he moved his lips, a bit of the bronze skin turning dark red, wet and shining. He’d gotten plenty of those marks himself, he knew how good they felt. Wufei lay with his head back, neck arched and exposed, his black eyes wide open and cloudy with need.

Duo had never seen anything so erotic in his life.

He smoothed a hand down Heero’s back while his eyes searched Wufei, getting a soft growl of pleasure from his first lover. Amethyst eyes settled on the beautifully muscled bronze chest of his second, and an instant later he had his mouth around a small caramel nipple, teasing it with teeth and tongue. He got a sharply drawn breath for his trouble and Heero’s head came up, trying to see what was going on.

An absolutely *evil* smile crossed his face and he went for the other little nub, pressing his tongue against it and letting his mouth sink down. Wufei gasped. His back arched. He gasped again.

The first gasp was pure pleasure...

...the second one was pain.

The two boys loving him sat up abruptly, staring down at the exotic face gone suddenly pale. “Aw, shit, ‘Fei... sorry.” Duo ran an apologetic hand across Wufei’s stomach until it rested just under the dark red mark on his rib, where Sally had put in the pin.

“Yes.” Was Heero’s apology. He got up and scooped Wufei into his arms, sheet and all, and carried him over to the bigger bed. Duo scrambled after them, and they lay down carefully, one on either side again.

“Better here. More room, y’know. We... we should sleep now.” Duo was disappointed, a little, but that didn’t matter. He’d promised not to hurt ‘Fei and look! They’d gotten carried away so easily...

“No.” Wufei’s voice was soft, almost shy. They stared down... at the real Wufei. They’d thought they wouldn’t see *him* for weeks. “No, it... it was good. It was my fault - I shouldn’t have... I don’t want you to...” He turned bright red and whispered the last words. “I don’t want you to stop.” Heero and Duo exchanged wide smiles.

“So’s that a ‘yes’, ‘Fei?” Duo was hovering over his mouth again.

“Umm...” Wufei’s mind still wasn’t entirely sure this was a good idea, but his *body* wanted them to keep going.

“I think it’s a maybe.” Heero said, his voice low and amused.

“I can work with maybe.” Duo’s body wanted to keep going, too. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against Wufei’s jaw. “It wasn’t your fault, either. None of us were thinking, that’s all. Back to nice soft touches, huh?” His hands demonstrated, stroking the outside of Wufei’s thighs while his lips descended for another searching kiss.

Wufei’s body gave his brain a glass of warm milk and put it to bed.

Heero’s hands were wandering over Wufei’s flat stomach while he watched them kiss. It was all pale skin against bronze, golden-brown hair mixing with jet black, flushed cheeks, soft lips and softer sighs and enough to nearly make him come by sight alone. Both the boys he loved - life was going to be so good.

His fingers found the drawstring of those dark red pajamas and started working on it while Wufei was distracted. He’d already tossed the sheet to the bottom of the bed. Clever digits soon had the knot puzzled out - he checked to see that the kiss was still going strong and slid a sly hand inside.

Warm skin, and soft. The delicate skin he remembered from before, when he’d explored along the dragon’s back... then his questing hand found hair - surprisingly soft little curls, and he stroked them for a moment - then.... ah. Yes. Skin like hot silk, and throbbing as he curled his fingers around proof that Wufei was just as aroused as they were. He got a strangled sound for his trouble and smirked at the two boys - who were staring at him now instead of kissing. Duo was leering at where his hand disappeared into those pajamas with blazing hunger in his eyes. Wufei just looked - surprised.

Heero snickered.

Duo slid down and eyed him. “Gonna share?” He demanded, which got another startled noise from Wufei.

“Maybe. These’ll have to come off.” He stroked the smooth pants and gently tightened his other hand, making Wufei wriggle. Duo had one hand firmly on his shoulder, to keep him from arching again. He turned his head back to the smaller boy and fixed a stern look on his face.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Wufei managed a scowl. “I’m not *delicate*, Maxwell.” He didn’t quite manage to get the usual scorn into Duo’s last name. The braided boy grinned at him and tightened his grip on ‘Fei’s shoulder.

“Yes, you are. Just humor us, ‘kay? You can kill us later. Right now...” He stroked the shoulder gently, then let go and slid his fingers under the waistband of the pants.

“Lift your hips.” Heero whispered to Wufei, his voice husky. Wufei flushed but obeyed. Duo slipped the pants down the narrow hips and lean legs and then tossed them away. He and Heero sat still for a moment, gazing down at the beautiful body they’d uncovered. Wufei’s flush increased until he was almost the color of the discarded pants. He automatically started to use his hands to cover himself from... very *predatory*... stares. One pale hand and one light golden one shot out and grasped his again.

“No, no.” Duo chided, moving back up until he was drifting over Wufei again. “Bad ‘Fei-‘Fei. Shouldn’t try to cover something so pretty.” He swooped down and swallowed the protest ‘Fei would have made, pulling him back into a deep kiss. Heero shifted until his cheek was resting against a smooth-skinned, bony hip, watching as he stroked his prize.

“Beautiful.” He agreed softly, and felt Duo’s free hand stroking his hair. He smiled and turned his attention back to their new lover. ‘How to do this...’ He knew if he went much further Wufei wouldn’t be able to hold still. That would hurt the healing rib, which was not an option. He sat up suddenly, poking Duo.

“What?!” The braided head lifted and blue-violet eyes gazed at him accusingly, a pout on red, swollen lips.

“Move.” He ordered calmly, and waited while he was reluctantly obeyed. He reached for Wufei, slid an arm under his shoulders and lifted him to a sitting position. Both smaller boys stared while he moved around behind them, back against the headboard, and pulled Wufei back between his legs. “There. Easier.” Duo was grinning again.

“Smart Hee-chan! Deserves a treat.” He dove in and pressed his mouth to Heero’s, who returned the kiss enthusiastically. Duo had one hand on Heero’s shoulder, the other on Wufei’s hip as he moved to kneel between bronze legs. Heero had one hand tangled in chestnut hair, holding Duo into the kiss. The other slim golden hand was back between Wufei’s legs, stroking the warm arousal and moving down to cup his balls. ‘Fei was gripping Heero’s thigh and Duo’s forearm like he was holding on for dear life.

Duo lifted his mouth from Heero’s, licking the other boy’s lips as he went, and moved on study Wufei. Hazy dark eyes studied him back, almost solemn. He smiled and traced his hands over the noble forehead, down an exquisite nose, ran his thumbs along high flat cheekbones and down until he had one hand on either side of ‘Fei’s slender neck. “Smile?” he asked softly and was hesitantly obeyed. He leaned back in for yet another kiss, his right hand sliding down the toned torso to lace his fingers with Heero’s exploring hand.

Heero wrapped the fingers of his free hand around Wufei’s chin and turned his face to the side for another of his searing kisses, pulling him away from Duo. The other boy giggled faintly instead of pouting, waiting until Heero lifted his lips to take a breath and stole ‘Fei back. They continued to pass him back and forth between them, occasionally giving him a breathing break while they kissed each other. The entire time their hands were stroking him, moving in unison, mouths swallowing every whimper and moan he made until Wufei’s dark head was thrown back on Heero’s sturdy shoulder and they brought him to a gentle climax.

He lay gasping, eyes wide with amazement and watched while Duo and Heero licked each other’s fingers clean of pearly white come. The sight almost made his exhausted body interested again, and they realized it.

“Sleep now, ‘Fei.” Duo said softly, reaching up to stroke his hair. “Much as we’d like more, you need rest. Sally will *kill* us if you don’t.”

“What about you?” Wufei wasn’t sure how he managed the words - he wanted to keep going and yet he could feel sleep clawing at the back of his eyes - but he could see Duo was still aroused and Heero was poking against his back.

Duo grinned even broader. “We’ll take care of each other. Don’t worry about *that*. You’d better rest while you can - when you’re better, we won’t be letting you have much sleep.” He turned to retrieve the sheet and left Wufei gazing at Heero. He blinked when he saw the tall boy was now licking his own fingers. Amused blue eyes gazed back at him.

“You taste sweet.”

~Oh, gods... and they expect me to *sleep*?~