Trinity

Ugh! I'm caught in smex and I can't get out! Blah. Eventually, I will get back into the actual plot. I promise! Until then, I hope this makes you hot, part 1 of 2.


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As Quatre pulled up to Trowa’s house, he noticed two things. One: Duo’s car was gone, so he must still be out collecting clothes from their respective homes. Oddly though, as short a time as they had spent together, this unfinished house was beginning to feel more like home than the family estate he had grown up within.

Two: Trowa was standing outside waiting for him. Nice, really nice. That was something that the domestic side of Quatre had dreamed about for years. But the realistic side of him knew that it meant something big was coming.

The blond popped the trunk, climbed out of the car, and began unloading the groceries as Trowa walked up. Quatre suppressed a shiver as the taller man encroached on his personal space, his chest brushing against Quatre’s shoulder as he reached past to grab several bags.

“Welcome back.” He spoke softly, his breath was warm against Quatre’s neck and then gone as he retreated back towards the house loaded with the groceries. Blue eyes trailed him for a moment before turning back to the almost empty trunk.

Quatre huffed as he realized that Trowa had taken every bag except one, the lightest one filled with a loaf of bread and a bag of chips. Jerk. But even with the insult fresh in his mind, he couldn’t help but smirk at his lover’s actions. Who knew what Trowa meant by it…

It could have been an insult, leaving only the lightest as a poke at his smaller stature and lesser strength. It could have been own backwards sort of way of being chivalrous. It could have been an excuse to be close to him or a tease for future closeness…

Or, knowing Trowa, it could have meant absolutely nothing more than Trowa helping him unload groceries but leaving something for him to do. He shook himself a bit, locked up the car and headed inside.

In the kitchen, Trowa had set the bags down and left them. He sat at the table waiting. Quatre walked by to unload his bag, but Trowa’s voice stopped him.

“That can wait. I was hoping to talk to you before Duo came back.”

Quatre hesitated for a second before setting the bag down on the counter and turning to sit down across from Trowa at the table. “Shouldn’t Duo be here for important conversations?”

Trowa looked away. “I’d really rather it be just you and me for now. Sometimes its difficult facing both of you.”

Blue eyes widened with his words. Quatre hadn’t really thought of it before. Trowa always seemed to be the strong, steady one of their trio. But Quatre and Duo had been so close for so long, maybe Trowa felt intimidated by their friendship. Was it harder for Trowa to speak to them both, did he feel outnumbered by the two of them? It would make sense.

Quatre tried to put him as at ease as he could. “Ok, what did you what to speak with me about?”

After a deep breath, Trowa’s eyes found Quatre’s. “I want you to move into the house.”

He felt something clench in his chest. Wasn’t that what he had wanted for so long? It felt so good to hear Trowa say that, but wasn’t it too soon? Trowa was an intensely personal man who enjoyed his solitude, and he was asking his two lovers to move in two weeks after they had come together. There was something more to this. “Are you sure, Trowa? We haven’t been together very long.”

“I’m sure. I need to know that you and Duo are safe while I’m gone. I can’t protect you from across the universe; having you well defended and easily mobilized is the best I can do. This house was made for that purpose.” Trowa was completely serious, but there was this thread of worry that wormed its way into Quatre’s empathy.

And the blond tried to concentrate on how good it felt for Trowa to be so protective of him rather the hurt over the fact that the only reason he was asking Duo and him to move in was for safety purposes. Quatre swallowed hard and looked away before answering. “Sure. That’s not a problem. Duo and I will set up a temporary safe house here while you’re out saving the world.”

He hadn’t meant it to come out so bitter, but as soon as he heard it, he felt it. Quatre felt like he was trying to swallow back bile after purging. He didn’t want to feel this right now. Trowa was leaving very soon, he wanted to spend what little time they had left like a honeymoon of sorts. And this was far from that. He stood, trying to distance himself from the potent negativity. “I’ll just finish putting these away.” He mumbled as he turned towards the groceries sitting on the countertops.

But Trowa’s arms closed around him from behind. Quatre tensed, not really wanting the comfort, but there was no escape.

“I don’t want it to be temporary, little feather. And yes, its sooner than I had intended, but the house feels very empty when you two are gone. I don’t like it.” His face tucked into the small of Quatre’s neck, breathing the words against his flesh. The confession made the negativity vanish.

A little smirk played across his lips at the way Trowa had phrased it. “So you get lonely without us here?” He wanted to make him say it.

But he just got quiet. Quatre turned to look at him, and there was such a look of confusion across his face before his eyes widened with realization. And Quatre realized with a shock that Trowa had never really experienced loneliness before.

Hadn’t known what to call the feeling. Sadness took hold of Quatre with the epiphany that Trowa had always been alone. He become accustomed to the feeling, it was just a norm to him. It wasn’t until Duo and Quatre had insinuated themselves into his life that he noticed a difference. Yeah, the house was empty, but it always had been. Now it was Trowa who was empty, and he felt it when they were gone.

No longer teasing, no longer waiting for him to respond. Quatre reached up and pulled his head down for a kiss. The taller body melted down around him, pressed together. But there was no urgency, just a reaffirmation of what they had. He was the strong one in so many ways, so Quatre easily forgot how naïve he could be to the simplest things. Things Quatre had always taken for granted, like having people you loved and who loved you surrounding you.

They were so very different.

Trowa pulled back and set his cheek against the top of Quatre’s head, still holding him tight. “There’s something else.”

“Hmm?” Quatre held on to him, loving the feel of his muscled torso against his face.

“The last few days before launch, I need to be alone.” He paused as Quatre tensed, but continued when he said nothing. “I have to become a character. I slip into his mannerisms, I put on his clothes, dye my skin, review his memories. I become this man before I leave. You and Duo would distract me too much. I can’t be near you when I’m trying to not be me.”

Quatre hurt. He didn’t want to give up any more time with Trowa when they had so little left, but Trowa needed this. This was a routine with him. Trowa’s words and descriptions of what was coming made it clear that this is what he did before every launch into his infiltration jobs. If he didn’t do this, would he be as prepared? Would he be more vulnerable to discovery? Would it put him in danger?

Unacceptable.

He didn’t like it, but if it let Trowa come back whole, then so be it. “When?” His arms held Trowa tighter; he didn’t want to let go.

Trowa felt tension drain from his shoulders with the question. It meant Quatre’s acceptance. “I leave on Saturday, so Wednesday.”

Today was Sunday. Quatre’s hands clenched in the shirt Trowa was wearing.

His voice was soothing though. “I put in a request for you and Duo. You two have Wednesday off; we’ll spend the day together however you want, but after dinner I need you two to leave until Saturday. Then you’ll move back in, yes?”

Trowa pulled back, hand under Quatre’s chin to guide his gaze up to his face. Quatre swallowed. “Yes.”

Suddenly the burden hovering over Trowa’s head was gone and he pulled Quatre in for another kiss, hands buried in blond strands. Gentle pressure guided Quatre with his insistent mouth.

Trowa heard the crunch of gravel outside signifying Duo’s arrival. Perfect timing. His hands travelled lower to grip Quatre’s ass and lifted him to sit on the table. Quatre hummed his approval until Trowa backed away. “Duo’s back.”

Quatre’s confused expression made Trowa smirk. “So? All the better.”

“Let me put the cold items away.” Trowa began to dig a couple of things out of the grocery sacks that had been completely forgotten by his shorter lover. He systematically put what needed to be refrigerated and frozen away as Duo unlocked the front door and walked in with bags of their respective necessities on his shoulders.

The braided man threw the bags down in a corner of the living area before making his way into the kitchen where he saw Trowa putting groceries away and Quatre sitting on the table, eyes bright, face flushed, and lips just the slightest bit swollen. Duo wondered if the taller man was trying to use sex to confuse Quatre enough to slip the upcoming conversation past him. It was an underhanded and sneaky tactic, and Duo was kinda pissed that Trowa would resort to that.

And he didn’t really want to play a part in pulling the wool over his best friend’s eyes, so he forced the subject. “So Trowa, did we need to sit down and have a little chat?”

Quatre’s eyes went wide in surprise, but Trowa answered calmly. “Yes, we do. I was wondering what the restrictions of our little wager were.”

Back to sex. He had to give it to him, Trowa was a cool one. Duo’s decision to force the conversation didn’t phase him at all, and the man smoothly turned the conversation back to sex, trying to cloud Q with lust so he couldn’t think as clearly. Duo had to refrain from rolling his eyes. “That’s not the chat I was referring to; I meant about your schedule of departure.”

The blond glanced over his shoulder to Trowa. “You’ve already spoken to Duo about us being gone by Wednesday?”

Duo’s jaw dropped. What. The. Hell?

Trowa’s actions were completely unperturbed. “I spoke with him before he left and you before he returned.”

“Alright.” Quatre turned back to look at Duo, who was doing a fair impression of a fish out of water. “Duo, are you ok? Did you have an issue with the time table?”

“Didn’t you?”

This time the blond looked a bit uncomfortable but determined. “I don’t like it, but if that’s what he needs to do in preparation, if it lets him come back safely, then I’ll just have to deal with it.”

Wow. He didn’t expect Quatre to handle the news that well. Duo felt like an ass for doubting his friend and lover, but at the same time, he was still a bit off-balance by this. What happened to Trowa needing Duo to back him up during the conversation?

But Trowa had finished stocking the cold items, and came over to stand next to Duo. “So, about our wager…” Long-fingered hands trailed up Duo’s arm to curl over his shoulder.

“I…” Duo was at a loss, still trying to figure out what just happened, but the hand on his shoulder had traveled to his face by now, lifting gently into Trowa’s kiss.

It was a slow invasion, Duo felt his head tipped back, and his mouth caressed smoothly as long fingers threaded through the hair at the base of his neck. Trowa pulled back. “We need to set up some restrictions.”

Duo jerked his head back. “Restrictions?” A slow smirk took over his face. “Hiding behind rules, Trowa?”

“No. You can do whatever you’d like to me, pixie. Its more along the lines of I want to know what I’m allowed to do to you.” He paused and pressed forward, invading Duo’s space.

Swallowing hard, Duo forced a laugh, trying to act unaffected by Trowa’s proximity, but his voice was husky, half-hard in his pants. “Let’s see, you’ve sucked me, fucked me with your tongue and your fat cock, what else could you possibly want to do to me?” Duo played coy, letting the back of his hand ghost across the front of Trowa’s crotch.

“Tie you up and watch you writhe in pleasure.” Trowa’s voice was pure sin, and Duo felt his cock throb in response.

Quatre felt his mouth go dry as he watched the interaction between the two. Duo’s lips parted, tongue swiping across his flesh like his mouth had just gone dry. “What makes you think I’d like that?”

The taller man took a step forward using every inch of his height to back Duo into wall. His right hand crossed over to lay his forearm against Duo’s neck as his left hand connected with the drywall between Duo’s legs and lifted. Duo found himself suspended by the forearm he was now straddling as steady pressure threatened his airway. Duo couldn’t help the groan that slid along steeled muscles at his neck.

Trowa’s voice was dark. “I think you like to be dominated, little pixie.”

Duo cursed as his body arched into the pressure pinning him to the wall. “How am I supposed to make you cum if I’m tied up?”

“We’ll take turns. You can go first and do whatever you want to me, and afterwards I’ll take my turn. So, yes or no, Duo?” Trowa leaned in, breath travelling heavily across one side of Duo’s face as his struggled to breathe with the constant pressure.

It made him light-headed, hard to concentrate, but so fucking hot. “What?”

“Can I use restraints on you?”

Quatre was so hard watching the two of them. Seeing Duo so affected by Trowa’s behavior was an epiphany to him. He knew of such things as fetishes. Hell, he knew Trowa was a voyeur, but for Trowa to point out Duo’s fetish, to nail it down so definitively, to reduce Duo to this incoherent mess of need, was amazing. Quatre had even done a shade of an imitation earlier that day, pinning Duo to the bed face down, and the braided man had enjoyed himself thoroughly, but he had no idea why (other than the obvious).

Now he knew; now he watched Trowa with a sort of reverence as he played Duo like a piano. The blond had to admit his interest in playing on fetishes was definitely peaked.

“Yes.” Duo breathed.

“Good.” Trowa kissed him hard, pinning his head to the wall with his lips, claiming his mouth with his tongue then backed off. He let the pressure off Duo’s neck and slowly lowered his smaller lover back to solid ground. “Now the only other question I have left is are we using Quatre against each other, or is he going to be a neutral party?”

Duo blinked then looked over to the blond who still sat on the table. “We’re not leaving Q out.”

“No, I want to watch.” Quatre spoke up.

Two sets of eyes drilled into him, and the blond shifted nervously. “You two have more experience than me; I want to watch what you do to each other when I’m not in the way.”

Both men automatically walked over to Quatre. “Not in the way, kitten, never say that.” Duo spoke up as he situated himself in between Quatre’s legs.

“I know, but…” Quatre’s objections were cut off by Duo’s lips, and Trowa leaned forward to run his nose along that fair neck before his hands on their heads guided them into a sloppy kiss shared between the three of them.

Quatre pulled back. “Don’t change my mind. I really do want to try to learn from you two, and I…I just want to watch this time.”

Duo raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me I’ve got two voyeurs as my boyfriends.”

“No.” Trowa’s eyes were almost feral as they bored into Quatre. “I’m pretty sure his kink is elsewhere.”

“You got an idea of what flips Q’s switch?” Duo’s voice was sly and interested as he watched Quatre’s eyes go wide.

“Yes.”

“Who says I have a… kink?” His voice hesitated, like the very idea of Quatre Winner having a fetish was absurd to him.

Duo and Trowa just smirked at him and Quatre blushed to the roots of his hair, feeling completely naked. But he didn’t have anything to hide, as far as he knew, he didn’t have a fetish. They kept smirking at him, and the blond felt himself sulking a bit. “Don’t you two have a contest of sorts to be acting out?”

“Sure thing, Q.” Duo teased.

“To be continued, little feather.” Trowa promised, and Quatre felt something tighten in his stomach.

Duo turned to Trowa. “Sooo…bedroom?”

“Your call, Duo, where do you want me?” The taller man tilted his head.

“Definitely in bed.” He turned around, and Trowa watched his braid swinging back and forth against his ass as he walked towards the bedroom.

Green eyes pulled themselves from the view to turn to the man sitting on the table. Trowa kissed Quatre hard, not near the amount of force he had used with Duo, but still demanding. The blond groaned as Trowa’s arms wrapped around him, lifted him from the table and began walking into the bedroom. “Its not too late to change your mind, Quatre. Are you sure you just want to watch?”

He hesitated as Trowa sat him down in the recliner in the bedroom. “I don’t really know much about the things you’re talking about, and I get too distracted by you when I’m in the middle of it. I really would like to just watch.”

Duo was standing at the end of the bed. “If you do change your mind, kitten, you can join in any time.”

Quatre smiled. “I’ll do that.”

“Alright, tall man, strip and get on the bed. I was going to do this a different way, but if Q’s sitting out and wants to learn a bit about fetishes; well, I’ll see what I can do.” His words were humble, but his body language was nothing, if not confident.

Trowa stripped easily, and Duo was pleased that he was already half hard as he climbed onto the bed and flopped onto his back. Duo walked over to the nightstand, grabbed the tube of lube, and tossed it to Trowa for safekeeping before returning to his previous position.

From the end of the bed, Duo observed his bigger lover. He got so excited by the difference between both of his partners. Trowa was broad and muscular, bronzed skin and completely unashamed of his body. Sprawled out on the bed like that, he made no attempt to hide, no coy play at modesty; whereas, Quatre, muscled but fair and soft around the edges would be blushing from toes to ears and squirming because of his bareness.

He was a very lucky man, and he was about to get a whole lot luckier. He cocked his hip and slid one hand up his belly to his chest, dragging his shirt up and up until his fingers spread around his throat and the side of his face. He let his head tip back as he let his hips sway and his back arch. “Let’s see if I can find something you want to watch.” Duo’s voice was deep.

He started dancing to no music as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground beside him. Duo used his hands as his lover’s hands and painted faint red scratches down his chest before fingers softened and caressed the flesh tenderly.

Trowa was watching avidly, eyes glued to the movements of those long, skillful fingers as they unbuckled his belt and slowly slid his pants down, never stopping his seductive movements. Then Duo was naked and climbing onto the bed on all fours; his hair had been pulled loose and the braid was slowly unraveling with every sway of his body.

Sights like this had never affected Trowa before. His assignments took him everywhere, and more than once he had frequented the low lives of the universe in strip clubs, but near naked men or women hadn’t caused him any problem before.

But now he was rock hard watching Duo use his hair as a curtain, hiding one part and then another, slithering his hips close to Trowa’s but not close enough. Violet eyes were dark with want as Duo’s mouth dipped so close to Trowa’s erect shaft before pulling away, sitting up, and coming to stand with his feet on either side of Trowa’s body.

Duo kept dancing, rolling his torso and rocking his hips, hair flung back over his shoulder as he cupped his balls with one hand the other buried in auburn strands. He turned around, legs straight and straddling the taller man and dropped his chest down, bent at the hips. Trowa groaned at the perfect view of his lover’s ass, Duo’s face was visible but upside down and perfectly predatory. “Could you hand me the lube, lover?” His swaying body caused his hair to slide deliciously along Trowa’s legs.

As his hand was reaching back, it brushed Trowa’s cock, making it jump and quiver. He quickly handed over the lube and watched Duo’s hands cup his legs and travel up. The dancing began again as he brought his body back upright. Fingers lubed, he incorporated stretching his ass into the movements of his hips.

But it felt too good. Duo could feel his body stretched taught with the sexiness of dancing for his lovers, could feel the stretch and pull of his fingers in his aching hole. It felt like his legs were going to give out on him, so he slid back down his locked legs. One hand still firmly buried in his ass, still pumping, he leaned his chest on one of his legs, he bent his knees in his best impersonation of a stripper, and lowered his ass to right above Trowa’s cock.

Trowa’s lips parted, and his breath was coming rapidly. The Duo fell forward onto his knees bringing his ass farther from its ultimate goal, but spun around quickly to face his tall man again. He climbed onto Trowa’s chest, still undulating his body to some unknown beat. “Hold your cock steady, stud.”

Trowa did as he was told, and no sooner than he did; Duo lined up and slammed down onto it, forcing the shaft in fast and hard. Duo cried out, head tossed back, and Trowa’s body jerked hard with the sensation. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, big man.” Duo demanded as he set a relentless pace.

Duo used his body like a pogo stick, dragging his ass up and almost off before dropping down hard into Trowa’s upward thrust. Duo’s head fell backward, and Trowa could see the shockwaves of the force of their coupling echo up his spine and rattle that slack jaw, and it was hotter than hell.

“Harder Trowa!” And he did, his hands came forward, gripping those taunting hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Yes!” Duo called out as he was brutally fucked.

It didn’t last long. Trowa was already beginning to crest that peak, but then Duo pinched his nipples hard and the taller man felt his balls retract and explode, pumping fire through his veins and expelling lava through his cock and into the man still riding him. His body spasmed in time with Duo’s rhythm and Trowa called out his lover’s name with each spurt.

Duo was right after him, cock pumping his seed into the air to splatter across both of their chests and stomachs.

They were both panting hard, Duo was still perched atop Trowa as he asked. “Time?”

Trowa laughed, and Duo felt the reverberations up his ass. “Fifteen minutes and thirty six seconds.” Quatre called out.

Duo nodded his head, not entirely satisfied, but not disappointed either. “I could probably have done it faster with my mouth, but not too bad if I do say so myself. How you doing, kitten?” Duo dismounted from the supine man to look over his shoulder.

The blond was flushed and hard. “Just fine. That was really hot.”

Trowa watched his cum trail down the inside of Duo’s leg, and decided it was his turn. He stood quickly, walked into his closet before returning with silk ropes. Violet eyes widened when he saw it.

“Don’t you want to rest a bit? It’ll be a while before I can cum again. You’ll lose for sure if you try it now, but its up to you.” Duo was still kneeling on the bed.

“I’ll risk it.” Trowa bent beside him and ran his tongue up the trail on his leg. Duo cursed at the sensation, but then Trowa was guiding him to lie on his stomach with his arms stretched out towards the corners of the bed. Duo squirmed against the smear of cum on his belly as Trowa began to knot the cords around Duo’s wrists. “I want your word that you won’t escape these before I give you permission.”

“Mmmm, maybe.” Duo’s voice was playful.

Trowa slapped Duo’s ass lightly. “There’s no knot I can tie that will hold you for long; I know that, so I want your word.”

Duo buried his face in a pillow. “Fine, I won’t escape unless you let me.”

“Good.” There was a ring to that word that had Duo worried.

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I'm so sorry I disappeared! It wasn't for lack of trying, I promise. RL took over for a while, and my confidence level plummeted. Its hard to write for me when I feel like I suck at life. Grr, but whatev. That's passed and I'm back. I'll continue to write as quickly as I can, reviews help! They really do. I'll respond to last chapter's reviews as soon as I can, but I gotta get for now.

I hope you enjoyed. Part of next chapter will still be smut, but then the plot picks back up for a while. Eh, enjoy the lemonness while you can because it'll slow when the group splits up.

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