Two Sides of a Triangle

Warning: Somewhat graphic lemon, rimming, anal.

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It wasn’t ten minutes before Duo was back in his office; at least he knocked this time. But instead of anger flushing his face, as last time, now he looked nervous. Trowa was irritated, he really needed to get some work done, but he knew he needed to calm his dismissal of the other man if anything was to happen between them.

Because Duo Maxwell could hold a grudge like no other he knew. It seemed odd with his always laughing, always smiling façade, but true. He’d smile to your face, but until you made up for whatever he was pissed about, it was never the same; there was a wall put up. He had seen it several times over his stay at Preventers.

He’d seen it first hand after he’d destroyed the original Deathscythe and again after Quatre started pulling away because of his actions.

The first time, he regained Duo’s favor by stepping in against the Oz soldiers when he was undercover, and Duo was captured. Maxwell knew those guards didn’t intend to let him walk out of the room on his own power without permanent damage, but Trowa risked his cover ID, and therefore his life, to step in and stop them.

The second time was only about twenty minutes prior, Duo had obviously seen the reasoning behind his treatment of Quatre, not just the ‘he is an asshole’ logic he had been using up to this point.

So Trowa sucked up his complaints and broke the silence. “Was there something else, Duo?”

He shifted from one foot to the other before answering hesitantly. “Q’s looking for me.”

Trowa raised a brow, and Duo continued. “We didn’t leave lunch well; he stalked out after I told him to forget about you.”

He looked guilty, and Trowa smirked, so explains Duo’s righteous fury, charging into his office earlier.

“But with all this stuff that came up,” Duo motioned between himself and the other man with his hands, “I’m not sure what to say or how to act.”

The former acrobat leaned back in his chair, watching his nervous energy seem to multiply. “Can you act as you normally would, could you fool his empathy as tightly strung as you are?”

Violet eyes dropped to the ground as he shook his head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“My laptop is in the bag leaning against the wall. You can stay in here and work. He never comes in here.” Trowa turned back to his work.

That’s what he came for; they both knew it. Duo was just looking for permission. Not only did Trowa grant it, but he was going to let Duo, avid hacker and mischief maker extraordinaire, into the computer that held his private files.

Duo’s face lit up like the ice cream shop opened its doors for a free buffet. “I’ll be good; I promise.”

Trowa snorted at the unlikely phrase. ‘Good’ according to whom? “Just don’t change anything I can’t change back, and you’ll be welcome here tomorrow, too.”

Duo’s brow narrowed in question, and Trowa clarified. “I was going to talk to him tomorrow evening. Do you really think Quatre will give up that easily?”

He over exaggerated his sigh. “Alright, no permanent changes, what if it’ll only take you a day or two to figure out?” He asked innocently.

Green eyes narrowed. “Duo…”

His face went sneaky. “Alright, if you let me listen to some music, I’ll keep it to superficial background, font, and color changes.”

Shaking his head, Trowa turned his attention back to the screen in front of him. “As long as its one of my playlists, that’s fine.”

Duo just beamed back, nodding.

The music was loud enough to be heard around the room, but soft enough to avoid being a distraction. And Duo didn’t seem to mind his music preferences at all. Trowa definitely knew someone was in the room with him at all times, but he found he didn’t mind the company as much as he thought he would.

Duo started out sitting in one of the two chairs in front of his desk with his feet propped up on the other. About an hour later he stood and sat on the floor against the wall. Two hours later he was sprawled across the floor on his belly, propped up on his elbows like a kid in front of the TV.

At about six, Duo stood and stretched as Trowa’s eyes followed the movement. His uniform was wrinkled all over from his various positions, and his back was flexible enough to almost bend in half.

Trowa smirked, good to know.

Duo stood straight up and caught him watching. His face flushed slightly, but never the one to let an opportunity pass, his jester’s smile paint itself across his lips. “Its quittin’ time, T. You gonna let me hide in your apartment, too?” His eyebrows waggled suggestively.

A half smile lifted the corner of his lips. “Can’t handle yourself at home, Duo?”

Duo’s smile went wicked. “Oh, I can handle myself; I was just curious to see if you could handle me?” He emphasized the word ‘handle’ so that even a saint couldn’t miss the meaning.

Trowa turned back towards his desk. “There will be time for that soon enough. I still have work to do.”

“Oh.” Duo’s face lost all the teasing innuendo, and his mouth tightened. “I see.”

The serious tone caused Trowa to snap his gaze to Duo’s face and saw him shutting down, losing all the ease they had built up in the past two hours. “What exactly do you think you see, Duo?”

“You want, Quatre. Period. It’s the three of us or none for you. That’s cool. I know where I stand.” He turned to walk out, but a hand on his shoulder stopped his forward progress. Before he could turn to face him, Trowa’s chest was pressed tight behind him, one hand wrapped around his stomach, fingertips dancing across the top of his pants. The hand on his shoulder had drifted over to caress his neck and collar bone, drifting up to tilt his head as Trowa’s lips descended on the other side of his neck.

That mouth slid up such sensitive skin and Duo felt goosebumps erupt from his back to his scalp. Trowa’s baritone echoed across the flesh of his ear. “I don’t have any supplies, and I refuse to injure you. But if it would hurt you more to walk away, I’ll take you right here, right now, and damn the security cameras.”

Duo shuddered at his words. “Is that why you said no, the supplies?”

Trowa’s mouth was still wreaking havoc, letting his words slink seductively across Duo’s skin. “I have stuff at home, and there are several reasons.”

“Quatre would be upset.” He tipped his head back so Trowa could follow the line of muscle further down towards his chest before coming back to his collar bone.

“That’s part of it, yes.” Duo pressed his ass backwards, seeking reassurance that Trowa was affected by their play, he found it. The hands against Duo’s stomach clenched against the muscle there as the thief pressed back again and shuddered.

“Then why, Trowa.” He turned against the resistance of Trowa’s arms, forcing eye contact.

Green eyes closed. This was why he needed Duo with Quatre; he wasn’t good at speaking through these things. “I didn’t want to push too hard, too soon.”

Duo went from seduced to irritated. “I opened the door, Barton, what is there to push?” He could see the frustration building behind his mask and wondered what was coming.

Trowa’s eyes opened, narrowed. “You hated me only a few hours ago, now you’re asking me to take you home. I wasn’t sure how genuine the offer was, and if it was just a jest, and I took it seriously, I could have screwed everything up before it even started.”

“Oh.” Violet eyes scanned Trowa’s face. “You’re better with words than you give yourself credit for, Trowa. I don’t think you need me after all.” He was fishing. He wanted to be reassured, wanted to know that he could bring something important to a three sided relationship.

He wanted to know that he wasn’t expendable.

Trowa shook his head. “Its harder to speak to Quatre than to you.”

Pain pierced his chest, and Duo wondered when he started wanting Trowa to love him as much as he wanted Q to; he wondered how often he would feel this pain of unrequited want while he was stuck between the two of them. “Because you love him.”

Trowa’s face went thoughtful. “Maybe, but mostly because you and I are more similar, you’re more likely to understand.”

The pain lessened with those words as he watched Trowa’s eyes focus back on his face. “Plus, there are other reasons that Quatre and I wouldn’t last with just us two.”

Call him pathetic, but Duo desperately wanted to feel like he and Trowa could have something just their own, without Quatre between them, if that was just information, just that Trowa could talk more freely with him than 04, he’d take it, cherish it. “Like what, Tro?”

He looked hesitant, but spoke, softly at first, gaining strength as he went. “This isn’t me. I can do tender, but…” He paused, raising his hand to run a single finger down Duo’s arm. Duo understood even before Trowa continued. “Its not nearly so satisfying.” There was a deprecating smile haunting his lips.

‘Fell for the wrong guy, didn’t you?’ Duo thought, pretty sure Trowa’s line of thinking echoed his own.

Duo’s eyes dropped to the ground, somewhat guilty about how excited he was that maybe he and the stoic man in front of him might share something between themselves. But one the way down, those eyes flicked to Trowa’s chest. His nipples were hard.

Maybe his thoughts weren’t echoing Duo’s if just the idea of the not-so-tender stuff was enough to tighten his body like that.

And Duo wanted it. He wanted to feel what Trowa was afraid to show Quatre, it would be their connection until something else developed. He also saw it as a sort of tease; the thief wanted to know if he could push Trowa’s buttons, if he could test that iron control.

See how far he could push…

Duo turned around, once again back pressed to Trowa’s chest. “So your style is more like pushing me up against the wall while I scream for you to fuck me harder.” He ground his ass into Trowa’s groin as he spoke the last part.

Trowa clenched his hands into fists at his side. “Duo” It was a warning; his voice was as tight as his jaw.

“Don’t worry about the camera. They’ve been running a loop of what you were doing before lunch for the past five hours. I’ve never even set foot in here according to the footage.”

There went half of the work Trowa wanted to get done before he left.

“Show me who you are, Trowa, what you want.” Duo let is voice drop to a groan as he threw his weight back against the taller man.

Something very close to a growl echoed through Trowa’s throat before hands gripped his hip bones, lifted his feet off the ground, and forced him toward the wall in front of them. Duo had to bring his hands up quickly to keep his face from slamming into the plaster.

Then Trowa’s hand was down at his knee, forcing his leg up and out. Duo started panting as his knee was hanging, suspended from Trowa’s wrist, palm pressed flat to the wall near his shoulder.

The front half of Duo’s entire body and the inside of his right thigh was pressed brutally against the wall, and he felt every inch of Trowa’s height behind him. He couldn’t breathe without turning his face to the side and letting his cheek rest against the wall. He felt his own breath bounce against the paint and back into his face due to the proximity.

It had started as a tease, to see if he could use the newly found information to his advantage, but he hadn’t expected this. Maybe back to the wall with his legs around Trowa’s waist, or maybe hands braced against the wall bent over slightly, the standard positions for two people to participate.

But this gave Trowa complete control. Duo knew it was the total domination of himself by the stoic pilot, and his temperature skyrocketed. His groin was pressed tight against the wall, and Trowa’s hidden cock pressed harder against his ass. It felt fucking huge, and Duo wanted nothing more than to feel it force its way inside him.

It was a tease, just a tease…but when you play with fire.

Duo knew the meaning of the saying now, and he wanted to burn. He shuddered, and Trowa’s voice slid across his skin again. “I refuse to hurt you. Don’t bait me when I don’t have any lube with me.”

But it was too late now, Duo was too far gone. The complete domination, the sheer strength and power of the man behind him… “Fuck me, Trowa.” He was breathing hard just imagining how this would go down, body shaking in anticipation.

“No.” He started to step back, but the knee over his wrist tightened, pinning his hand to the wall. It was a small thing; Trowa could easily slip out of it, but he stayed, allowing Duo that much control at least.

His voice was fierce. “I’m street, Trowa. We both know this isn’t my first ride. Its not the first, nor, hopefully, the last time I’ll be spit fucked. I’m clean, so what are you waiting for?”

Trowa hesitated. “I’m clean, too.” Duo could hear the deliberation in that voice.

“I need this, Trowa. Its been so long, need you.” He panted, voice breathy.

It was true. He needed this, not necessarily the sex, though it had been quite a while. He needed to know that what Trowa said earlier was true, that if it would hurt Duo more to walk away, Trowa would override his uneasiness about hurting Quatre’s feelings. He needed to know that if the choice was between Quatre and Duo, that it wouldn’t always be Quatre.

The hand holding his knee up started to come down and Trowa took a step back, letting the other have some space, and Duo was trying to keep how hurt he was hidden within. He would always be lesser, always second place with the stoic man.

But then those hands wrapped around his waist and began unbuckling his belt, slipping past the fastenings of his pants. Long, calloused fingers slid in and surrounded his cock as Duo sighed in relief. Maybe not always second…

Duo let his cheek droop back into the wall and just savored the sensations of long fingers crawling across his shaft before the grip tightened, pulling a gasp out of him as he pumped twice.

“I like the feel of you.” Trowa’s voice had gone deeper, and Duo knew then he’d give himself over to this man again and again without complaint.

Those fingers released his cock and slid between his belly and shaft, pulling Duo tight against his need, grinding against him. Trowa stepped back and push Duo’s pants and boxers to the floor to pool around his ankles.

Duo felt Trowa come to his knees behind him, and his body screamed for it, but he was in a hurry. As heated breath tickled his ass, he spoke up. “You don’t have to do that, just work me open with your cock. I want it rough, Trowa.” He felt Trowa’s body jerk in response to his words, and he felt pride pulse through him for the slight loss of control of the contained man.

“Do you not like being rimmed?”

His mouth was right there, Duo could tell by his voice, but he didn’t know how much he could take, and he wanted what Trowa first offered. “Fucking love it, but I want…”

“Good, because I like doing it.” Trowa cut him off, and those strong hands gripped his cheeks, massaging, making his entrance dance and move according to his will.

Duo moaned. “I thought tender wasn’t your thing.” He protested weakly as he felt Trowa’s tongue touch the top of his cleft and travel along his tailbone and down, and down, and stopped right before that sensitive ring of muscle. Duo felt his body spasm at the loss.

“But I’m not sadistic; I’m not going to risk tearing you because we’re both too horny to do things right.” One of those hands ran a thumb across his entrance, making it dance again as Trowa watched.

“Trowa” Duo demanded, knowing this was Trowa’s game, and he would do whatever Trowa wanted.

Duo heard him laugh, felt the vibrations through his channel as Trowa’s mouth came back, lips trailing along the cleft one more before that wicked tongue flicked over the center of his world. Duo’s breath forced its way out of his chest in a rush. He didn’t even realize he had stopped breathing until that tongue circled and began pushing inward. Duo gasped and the cycle of air began again, panting in short rapid fire bursts.

He felt the world stop as he was slowly invaded, slick, thick flesh steadily forcing its way deeper.

Trowa savored the tremors of the man in front of him, the taste of his most private of places, how very tight that passage gripped against his tongue. He curled the tip up and dragged it out, as Duo spasmed around him. Trowa alternated tongue and fingers, reaching deep to slick and stretch, carefully avoiding his sweet spot.

Duo had gone quiet, shallow breathing ricocheting off the wall he leaned against, throat too tight to make any noises, trying desperately to hold his body off from its impending release as Trowa worked his body open.

Trowa could tell how close Duo was by the way his body tensed and shook. The stoic pilot took his tongue deep one last time as his hand freed his own need from the standard uniform pants.

He stood, one hand reaching around Duo to cover the head of his cock, the other hand worked two fingers into his ass and pressed against his prostate.

The silence ended in a shocked cry as Duo’s orgasm took him violently, throwing his body backwards, further onto Trowa’s hand then thrusting forward against the hand in front of him.

Duo’s body shuddered, muted lightning traveling along his limbs and back. Distantly, he felt pressure across the back of his foot, then his leg was lifted once more, body pressed tight to the wall. His mind came back to the present as he felt Trowa’s cock press against his entrance. He moaned at the sensation of being parted by that blunt head, then it was getting thicker, and Duo was pushing backwards, helping Trowa force his way past the resisting muscles.

Trowa was gritting his teeth at how much effort he had to use. Duo was like a vice around him, even slicked with Duo’s seed, Trowa was having a hell of a time gaining ground, and as he advance, Duo would spasm and moan around him. Trowa’s control was cracking bit by bit.

“Trowa.” That throaty groan was the end of it. Trowa’s left hand gripped hard against a pale hip forcing down as the acrobat slammed home, ending the slow forward progression in a burst of fireworks behind Duo’s eyes.

Trowa couldn’t hold back any longer; all gentleness and concern was gone as he thrust hard, hand giving him leverage as the strength of his legs slammed his hips into Duo’s ass.

Duo was suspended, one leg in the air, the other tiptoe touching the floor. His body forced deeper into the wall, rough surface grating against his face and hands, as he was brutally invaded, but he loved every second of it. The power and strength of his new lover…

Both were loosing control, Duo’s fingernails scraping the paint off the wall, Trowa’s legs burning with the effort.

He could feel the rhythm faltering as his body grew tighter and tighter, muscles spasming. The only thing that mattered was the sensation of heaven hovering over him as he shattered.

Duo’s name fell as a groan from Trowa’s lips as his hips jerked, the force increasing with the pull of his climax, and the thief was pulled over the edge with him, vision hazing and ears ringing with pleasure as heat enveloped his spine and curled around his scalp.

Trowa’s head dropped to Duo’s shoulder and his damp breath spilled down the damp material of his shirt, as he pulled himself from his new lover, stepping back to give him room.

Duo’s legs felt like they were going to give out, so he just rolled over along the wall to face the other man. He watched as Trowa walked over to his desk and grabbed several tissues to clean up with.

Duo spoke as Trowa handed them to him. “Kiss me.”

Trowa’s head tilted in question, and he continued. “I’m not much of a cuddler, but I do want that. Kiss me and I’ll leave you to get back to your work.”

“You act like you have to bargain with me for such a simple thing.” Trowa shook his head as he closed the distance between them.

Duo’s hand wrapped around Trowa’s still sensitive cock, tissue wiping the evidence away as the quiet man groaned low in his throat. Trowa’s hand came up to Duo’s neck, gripping the base of his braid as their mouths came together.

The second kiss was not even close to the chaste first.

Mouths fought and battled for dominance, but Trowa controlled Duo’s head with that grip. They pulled apart, panting. Duo had used the distraction of the kiss to discreetly clean away the evidence at his ass and on the wall.

He tossed the tissues on the way out as he bid Trowa sweet dreams. But his thoughts didn’t end there. His actions plagued his mind.

Duo loved Quatre with all of his heart. The golden boy was the kindest soul he had ever met. And he had just had sex with the man Quatre was madly in love with. No, more than that, he had provoked the act by teasing and manipulating Trowa into the act with information the stoic pilot had entrusted him with.

A black mood overtook him as he realized he didn’t deserve this. How could he have done that? He could have just ruined everything. He put himself first and let his superficial desires overtake what his heart had wanted since his desert stay with Quatre.

Quatre trusted him, and Duo had betrayed that trust. How could he? Would Quatre ever forgive him? He had been selfish, and he hoped that whatever there could be between the three was strong enough to overlook this, because he knew now that there could be much more between he and Trowa than just lust…

Though the lust was pretty awesome by itself, but Duo was scared. It was good; it was so good his body was still humming with pleasure. Adrenaline and endorphins were flooding his veins, and he was torn. He felt pulled between the happy feeling of a common bond found with Trowa, the satisfaction of a good lay, and the utter fear and dejection of betraying his best friend.

The thought that he may have killed any possibility of happiness for the three of them haunted him that sleepless night.

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Yeah, so this chapter was supposed to be Trowa approaching Quatre about the issue...and apparently 02 and 03 decided they weren't done with each other yet. lol! Hope you didn't mind my little plot deviation for some lemony goodness.

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