Trinity

Sorry for the long delay. I didn't get as far in this chappy as I wanted, but it was already a ree-hee-ally long chapter, so the bet has been postponed. We scratch the surface of some of the darker stuff to come this chapter. Give me some feedback if you like it.
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Heero and Wufei stayed for a quick, mostly uneventful, dinner of steak and potatoes. When Heero mentioned the lack of fruits and vegetables, Trowa calmly stood, reached into the fruit bowl on top of the refrigerator, and tossed him a banana.

The former Wing pilot glared at Trowa’s smirk which launched the others into laughter and set the conversation topic of Trowa’s fondness for nothing but protein and starch.

That evening the three were all too exhausted to follow through on the lewd comments made earlier for Wufei’s benefit.

Bright and early Sunday morning, Trowa tried to pull away from his lovers’ bodies to perform his morning exercises, but before he could do so, Duo’s hands clenched against his arm, preventing his exit. Trowa was pulled back into the thief’s arms as Duo brought him close for a sleepy, good morning kiss. “This is a good day for our wager, don’t you think?”

His voice woke Quatre who began shifting and stretching to shake the sleep from his body.

Trowa kissed him again as his hand cupped Duo’s groin, hard with morning’s usual gift. Duo moaned in surprised and shifted closer, but Trowa pulled away. “I need to do my exercises. You two take care of this.” He squeezed gently, and Duo thrust into his hand. “Then we can get started this afternoon, after lunch.”

Quatre scooted over flush against Duo’s back, one arm wrapped around his waist and one hidden under his pillow, and began sucking the flesh of his neck.

Duo shuddered as he spoke. “Why not now; scared, big man?”

Trowa leaned forwards and stole Quatre’s mouth away from Duo’s shoulder for a moment before pulling back with a smirk. “There are some things that need to be arranged this morning. Besides, if you want to keep up with me, you’ll need several meals in your belly.”

Duo made a grab for him, but Trowa removed himself from bed to use the restroom and made his way outside after dressing.

Feeling his other lover teasing the sensitive skin at the base of his hairline, Duo attempted to roll over, but Quatre tightened the arm around his waist, preventing the movement. His hand moved down. “You heard, Trowa. We need to take care of this.” The blonde squeezed Duo’s shaft for emphasis.

“Yeah, Q, take care of it.” Duo’s words exploded from his chest with a sigh. Q propped his head up with one hand and used the other to stroke his lover, loving the way Duo thrust into his hand before grinding back into his groin.

Duo’s ass clenched hard, wanting. “Take me, Quatre, please.”

“Love to, let me get something.” Quatre moved to roll away, but Duo’s hand over his groin stopped him, held him there.

His other hand reached back to dislodge Quatre’s head by pulling his hand forward and around. Duo swallowed three of his fingers, sucking and tonguing for several seconds. “Good enough.”

Quatre hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Quatre pulled his hand back and slid his fingers down Duo’s ass as his other hand began to pump again. The blond pushed one finger in as Duo groaned, thrusting back. Quatre began stretching and pumping in rhythm, but the angle was awkward, causing some pain in his wrist.

Ever the strategist, Q found a solution. He rolled forward, pushing Duo forward with him, pinning Duo face down beneath him. Duo let out a guttural moan as his hands clenched in the pillow by his face. One hand supported Quatre’s weight as the other continued pumping in and out of Duo, occasionally letting saliva drip down onto his fingers to further slick his ministrations.

Duo was doing his best not to thrust back, letting Quatre dictate the pace of this joining, but damn, it was hard.

Quatre was enjoying himself, feeling Duo squirm beneath him, reveling in the tight heat of his lover; it was powerful, this feeling. And the blond fully intended to draw it out. This was the first time he had topped Duo that he’d actually had some control, the only other time it had happened, Trowa had control of his hips, and Duo was thrusting backwards onto his cock.

But this time, he was in control. Quatre used his legs to pressure Duo’s thighs apart, spreading his legs and slipping between them. Quatre spit into his hand and slicked his cock. Lined up properly, Quatre pressed the head of his shaft into the stretched opening as Duo hissed his approval. “Yes, Q.”

Quatre supported his weight with both hands now, arms straight so that the only thing touching the man beneath him was his cock and the outside of his thighs between Duo’s legs as he sank inward. Duo gasped as he was filled, then his ass felt the weight of Quatre’s hips pushing him down into the mattress.

This was fabulous. Duo was in heaven. His little blond lover was being very assertive, and though Quatre wasn’t typically of a dominant personality, the position he was in made it feel very similar. He was face down, nearly suffocating in the soft pillow under his cheek, every thrust pushed him further into the mattress, back arching at a severe angle, and the small amount of contact between them felt very impersonal. Duo loved Quatre with all he was, and every time they came together, Duo cherished.

But this situation mimicked something other, something darker and more forceful, like Quatre was a stranger, like Duo had little choice in the matter. That little hint of danger and darkness added fire to the situation and made Duo’s body burn that much more.

Quatre’s movements were slow. He was so very close to the edge, so he took his time, long, deep, thrusts at an even pace sent pleasure tingling through his body but kept him from falling over that edge. Duo’s body shuddered and moaned beneath him, thrusting back against him slightly; and Quatre was high with the euphoria of it. He would draw this out as long as he could stand it.

Trowa breathed out, centering himself after this routine. He was breathing heavily and sweat dripped down his spine. And he was completely on edge, reflexes sharp and senses on high from his exertions.

He heard Duo let out a breathy moan as he walked into the bedroom and froze at the sight. Trowa’s respiration rate increased again as he watched Quatre force himself into Duo, the strength of the action causing ripples up his spine to echo out of his throat in pleasured noises. The fair, smooth skin of Quatre’s back, the flexing of his ass was on display. Duo’s face was turned towards him, eyes screwed shut, face twisted in pleasure and panting.

Trowa’s knees felt weak, and he stumbled backwards against the wall to watch. Lust filled him as he watched his feather plunging into the subdued pixie. A familiar darkness dimmed his eyes and his more primal instincts took over as he watched. They were both close, he could tell by their ragged breath and faltering rhythm; it would be so easy to make them his prey.

They shuddered and spasmed; meaningless words fell from their lips as they came, and the taller man was satisfied with their performance. “Gorgeous…” He drew the word out, tasting it on his lips as they stiffened, realizing they weren’t alone in the room anymore.

They were in the presence of the hunter, and they didn’t even realize it. Trowa hadn’t even realized it for a moment. He shuddered violently; he had to leave, had to get away from them.

Quatre rolled off Duo to look behind him, and Duo turned over and sat up watching as an odd expression took over Trowa’s face. There was a feral gleam in his eyes, but it was darker than his usual lust-filled gaze. Duo felt uneasy for the slightest moment before shock registered across Trowa’s face and he turned quickly, headed toward the bathroom.

“Hey, lover.” Quatre’s voice was a purr. “You’re a little late for the big show, but, if you ask nicely, we might be able to arrange an encore.” He began crawling towards the edge of the bed.

Trowa’s face went smooth. “Not now.” He all but ran into the bathroom, shutting the door hard.

Quatre was confused. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Duo heard the lock click into place on the bathroom door. “But I intend to find out.”

The shower turned on while Duo was finding his lock picks. He had to remember what he was wearing last night, then find said articles of clothing before turning his attention to the locked door. It took him only a few seconds to take care of the basic lock, and then he and Q were entering the bathroom.

Steam fogged the air making it hard to breathe, even though the water hadn’t been on long. As they approached the shower, Trowa’s form became mostly visible. His back was to them, forehead against the cool tile, arms limp at his side.

The sound of the shower door opening made Trowa spin quickly, expressionless eyes, hands flashing in front of him defensively. He froze when he locked eyes with Duo, eyes flicking quickly to Quatre behind, then back to Duo. “You shouldn’t be here now.”

Duo ignored him and stepped into the shower but flinched as soon as the searing hot water touched his skin. “Fuck, that’s hot!”

Immediately, Trowa turned the heat down, but made no other move as his lovers crowded into his space. His skin was red and blotchy from the extremely hot water, but he hadn’t flinched away from it. He had immersed himself within it until the others came in.

“Trowa, what’s going on?” Quatre ran his hand down Trowa’s arm.

His hair was slicked back from the water, so he couldn’t hide as he normally would. But he also wasn’t ready to broach this subject, yet, so he hedged. “Its just hard to shut down the instincts after shadowboxing. I’m not very good at switching from hunter to lover that quickly. Forgive me.”

“That’s not a good reason to run from us, big man.” Duo spoke as softly as he could and still be heard above the spray of the shower. He pressed his naked body against Trowa’s side and ran his fingers down the side of his neck. Trowa shuddered and took a step back coming up short against the wall of the shower.

Both of the others stepped forward to close the distance again. Quatre leaned in to run his lips across Trowa’s shoulder. “I guess he didn’t learn his lesson from yesterday morning.” He murmured against the flesh.

Trowa groaned as Quatre leaned up to press their mouths together, plunging his tongue into his taller lover’s mouth until his chest was heavy with the lack of air. As soon as Quatre pulled back, Duo’s mouth was covering Trowa’s, lips crashing against each other.

Trowa participated but kept his hands fisted at his sides as one of Duo’s hands came up to guide Quatre’s face into their kiss. The three were gasping against each others mouths desperately. Duo and Quatre’s hands were grasping at every inch of flesh Trowa presented, mouths drifting down his throat and over to his shoulders, down his chest, hands still roaming and never ceasing.

For his part, Trowa was pressing back into the tile behind him, trying to sink into it. Trying to rise above the sensations funneled through his flesh by his lovers; trying to stay above dark waters, trying to grasp hold of part of himself while drowning another.

He gasped and lost all thought when he felt someone sucking on the flesh of his hip. He glanced down and saw Duo’s mouth latched to the lines of his abs, he would have chuckled at his new obsession, but Quatre’s tongue ran from the sharp point of his hip to the dark thatch of hair at his groin.

Duo ‘hmmed’ in approval and met his smaller lover there, both coming together, licking down their respective sides of Trowa’s shaft. The tension in the taller man melted back into the wall as he watched them work him over. Two heads, one blond, one auburn, came together and drifted apart, sandwiching his cock between their mouths.

Quatre giggled a little at the situation, alternating kissing Duo and sucking on his tongue with kissing a rather angry-looking cock and sucking on that. Duo was grinning, too. It was fun switch-hitting with Q.

And as a side effect, it was teasing the hell out of their quiet lover. Sensation against his sensitive flesh then none, watching Quatre and Duo make out with each other before turning lust-darkened eyes to his dick.

The final straw came when they began to treat the head of his cock as they did him during their three man kiss. Trowa gasped. “Incoming.”

Which caused Duo to laugh as he grasped Trowa’s cock and pumped, watching him jerk as he came. The warm water was turning cooler by that point as it washed the evidence of their play down the drain.

Trowa’s arm felt heavy as he reached over to turn the water off. “I didn’t soap up, so I guess I’ll take another shower later this evening.”

“That’s if you’re not hiding in shame from losing our little wager this evening.” Duo sauntered out of the shower and reached to get towels out for himself and Quatre, making a show of all that wet flesh as he stretched.

Trowa threw a towel around his waist. “I assure you, win or lose, I will have no shame at the conclusion of our wager.”

The way he said that made Duo glance at him warily; there was definitely smugness in that voice, but he couldn’t quite understand why.

They all dried off, got mostly dressed, and headed into the kitchen. Trowa began throwing some things together as Quatre set the table. Duo sat at the table braiding his hair into some semblance of order after the shower created a knotted mess of a plait.

Duo watched as Trowa got the meal put together, for the most part, before heading over to the pantry. He stood in the doorway cataloging supplies with a somewhat dissatisfied look on his face. “Lunch should be fine, but dinner might be a little scarce.”

Why would Trowa want to stock pile his cabinets when he was about to go off planet?

Things narrowed down for him in that moment, and Duo knew something was up. He watched Quatre make his way over to Trowa’s side, looking around him at the contents of the room. “Well, we can always make a grocery run today.”

Trowa shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll be downstairs making some final arrangements for the launch the majority of the morning.”

“Oh, well that’s fine. If you make a list of what you want, I can easily run to the store. Duo, are you coming with me?” Bright blue eyes fastened on Duo with a pleasant look.

But Trowa caught his attention and shook his head, signaling the negative with his fingers behind Quatre’s back. Duo looked uncomfortable. “I don’t think that’s the most efficient idea, Quatre. I was thinking I would swing by my apartment, maybe, and grab some more clothes for this week. If you make a call, I can swing by the manor and pick some things up for you as well. It would knock out our errands quicker by splitting up.”

“That makes sense. Then we can spend what’s left of our weekend together.” The wistful tone in his voice, the slight sadness on his face let his lovers know he was thinking of how soon Trowa would be leaving.

“In bed!” Duo finished as he wrapped the band around the end of his tail.

Quatre sighed. “Is that all you ever think about?”

Duo laughed. “Hey, I’ve got two heads; its only right to use them both frequently.”

Quatre rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t completely hold back the laugh. “Alright, alright.”

“I’ll get you that list.” Trowa strode over to a notepad he kept next to the refrigerator.

After Q made the call and Trowa made the list, the blond shuffled out the door to run to the nearest store. After walking Quatre to the door, Duo returned to the kitchen, leaned against the wall, and just stared Trowa down wondering what was coming and having the distinct feeling he wasn’t going to like it.

“Duo, I need to speak with you.” Trowa’s tone told Duo the subject matter was fairly serious.

The braided one studied the other man for a moment, curious. “Yeah, do we need to wait for Quatre to get back?” He knew the answer before he asked, but he wanted to remind his taller lover that Quatre should be present for any big topics.

“Not yet. I wanted to run something past you first before broaching the subject with him.”

Duo sighed. In the middle again. “Broach then.”

Trowa walked over with a soft look in his eyes; he reached over and ran a hand down Duo’s arm. “I apologize, but sometimes you handle things better than Quatre does. I just wanted your advice in how to tell him.”

Nodding reluctantly, Duo walked away to flop down in one of the kitchen chairs. “I understand, go ahead.”

Trowa leaned against the wall directly across from him. “I want you and Quatre to stay here while I’m gone, to move in, at least temporarily, longer if you wish.”

“I thought that was a given with you programming our DNA into the panic room.” Duo’s brows furrowed. This was not the topic he was nervous about. “And Q will be delighted; you know that, so drop the other shoe, already.”

Trowa nodded. “I want you two here while I’m gone, but I need you to leave for my last few days on earth. And I need one or two days after I come back before you see me.”

“Wait, what?” Duo wasn’t sure what he was saying.

His hair was hiding his face; he couldn’t look Duo in the face. “I need to become someone else, someone that I don’t want anywhere near you or Quatre. And it’ll take me one or two days to shed his veneer.”

Duo was silent for a moment. “Trowa, what…?”

“Please don’t ask me to explain anymore than that.” Trowa was looking at the floor.

Duo stood and made his way over to Trowa. “You don’t have to explain. I understand the streets, remember. I know what kinds of people thrive there. But that’s not who you are, Trowa; you don’t have to protect us from yourself. We want you, all of you.”

Trowa looked up, green eyes sharp and fierce on blue. “That’s beautiful, Duo. But my life is not poetry, the reality of the situation is: I’m a very dangerous man at times, with no care or concern for anything other than agenda. This close to a launch, I don’t have as much control over my reactions. I won’t have you or Quatre put in danger especially if its me that’s the threat. I won’t stand for it. We launch on Saturday, so I need you and Quatre gone by Wednesday night.” His tone was hard, meant to broker no argument.

But Duo never really responded well to such tactics. “No.” The former streetrat heard something in the description that bothered him, and he would worry at it like a dog until it came to the surface.

“Damnit, Duo, I’m dangerous this close to crossover, can’t you understand that? What happens if I hurt you or Quatre?” One of Trowa’s hands went up to grip his hair, hard.

Duo ignored the last question. “We’re all dangerous Trowa, remember? We were the most wanted men in the universe.” He was pushing on purpose.

Trowa shook his head, hand still buried in his hair. Frustrated. “That was different. We did that because we had no choice; we would have been merciful if we had the option. This character exists to destroy. He is…”

Trowa went on trying to press his point to Duo, but he stopped listening. He’d heard all he needed to hear. “You speak of him as if he’s a real person.”

His head dropped, hand falling lifelessly, hair slipping down to hide his face again. “He is real, he is me, and I am partly him. That’s what scares me so much.”

Whoa, wait a sec. Trowa’s scared? Duo’s blood ran cold for a moment knowing Mr. Composure, himself, was tearing himself apart over this. A sick feeling settled into his stomach as Duo began to truly understand. “Who are you, Trowa?”

His entire body stiffened, and his voice wavered slightly. “I’ve been many people, Duo.”

Knowing direct questioning wouldn’t work against someone as tight-lipped as Trowa, he decided to ask differently. “I’m a Preventer. Have you been anyone I would know?” Give him a little rope and see if he could hang himself with it.

Trowa’s weight shifted, and he stilled. “I don’t know which cases you’ve worked on before now, Duo.” He was hedging.

“Trowa.” Duo demanded eye contact, not accepting that statement as good enough.

“Yes, ok, yes. You probably know me several times over.” Frustration seeped from every word, every fidget. “I have to infiltrate high demand crime groups. If I don’t have a record, no one would trust me.”

But despite the downplay, Duo knew the truth. Preventers wanted him, not the local authorities, the universal policing group had warrants out for him. Warrants, plural. Shit. Someone who Trowa himself was wary of playing the role. Fuck. “Who are you, Trowa?”

Trowa went completely stiff; all nervous movements vanished, and Duo watched the tension drain out of his body like water. His face went flat, complete eye contact, and Trowa stood tall in front of his lover. “Even if I wanted to tell you, which I don’t, I couldn’t. My missions, identities, and actions are classified beyond top secret.”

Duo smirked. “You really believe that I couldn’t hack my way into your missions reports?”

But Trowa didn’t even react. “I don’t relay reports. My debriefings are verbal to Une; she writes up her version, which is much more conservative and mostly legal. All of my plans are approved by her before launch, and all my actions are subject to her approval. You can do all the hacking you want, but there are never any names in the documentation. That’s a requirement for the protection of all infiltration agents.”

The taller man had turned off all aspects of himself. He stood before Duo a blank page, and the former thief knew he would get nothing more from Trowa today. Duo felt his jaw clench; he would back off…for now. “You still have to tell Q, but I’ll back you up if you need it.”

Trowa nodded and walked away.

But it was far from over, Duo just needed to approach the situation from a different angle, from someone else familiar with infiltration and its demands. More specifically, someone Trowa, himself, had trained in the arts. He would make it a point to seek out Trowa’s second tomorrow at headquarters.

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Oi. Well I got into a little bit of what Trowa's going to be dealing with, what Duo's going to be investigating a bit. It felt a little rushed, but I'm pretty sure I got across what I needed to get across. Please let me know what you think if you have the time. As always, my review responses are posted on my author's page. Luv!

Darker psyche to come, hope you don't mind.

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