Two Sides of a Triangle

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Gentle fingers trailed along Quatre’s temple, trailing down his cheek before Duo leaned in close. The blonde waited as his friend paused for a split second, breath hitching, before he sealed their mouths together. Duo’s lips were soft against his own, and Quatre sighed into the kiss.

Quatre was completely lost. This was Duo; he was kissing his best friend. It was an odd situation within him. He wanted to want more. It would be so much easier if he could feel the spark run through him with this kiss as it had when Trowa kissed him. But there was nothing there, just the pressure of Duo’s mouth against his own.

Disappointment reigned within him, and he was about to pull away from Duo, but the braided man chose that moment to press closer to him. Their bodies were pulled flush together, and Quatre felt Duo’s mouth part, tongue sliding across his lips, seeking more.

Quatre hesitated, but allowed him entrance. Duo’s body jerked, arms pulling Quatre closer as he gave into the urge to explore. And in that instant, Quatre was assaulted by this feeling of…such desperate want, a depth of yearning that lit up his senses.

And then it was gone, shut back up within Duo.

Quatre was dizzy, lightheaded with the realization. Duo had been locking him out, hiding his emotions from him for so long, such desperate want. His Space Heart had been completely oblivious to his friend, his focus so intent on Trowa, but Duo had been blocking him so well. Was still blocking him now…

But Quatre’s abilities improved with physical contact. Skin to skin was best, and Duo was vulnerable to his emotions right now, giving in to his desire.

The braided man pulled back, panting, and Quatre felt himself following those retreating lips, reaching for more. His entire body was sizzling with just that one instant when Duo’s emotional shields cracked. He wanted to know more.

Blue eyes locked onto violet, and they just watched each other for several seconds. Duo looked worried for an instant before relaxing back into a smooth expression. Quatre’s eyes flicked quickly to Trowa.

His arms were still loosely draped across Duo’s shoulders; his face was still floating above one shoulder, almost resting on it. Intimate. But his face, damn, his face. Quatre usually couldn’t read much on those stoic features, but right now, lust was so evident. He really got off on watching him and Duo kiss.

When his eyes came back to Duo, he looked disappointed. He had watched as blue eyes inspected Trowa’s face even after being kissed so passionately by the man in front of him. Quatre felt guilt stab through him, and he wanted to make up for it. And he wanted Trowa to see him as a lover.

But most of all, he wanted to break through Duo’s block and experience what the thief truly felt for him.

His mind was made up in an instant. Quatre reached for Duo, hands threading through the hair behind his ears and pulled him back into another kiss. Duo hesitated briefly, before letting Quatre have his way with his mouth.

Duo began to join in, and the blond felt proof of his excitement press into his hip. Fair cheeks flushed, embarrassed, but his mind was made up. The kiss drew out, each brushing against the other until the need for air forced them apart.

Quatre pulled back, panting and flushed, eyes locked onto Duo’s. “I want you.” His voice was a husky whisper.

His eyes went wide. “What!?” Duo’s voice was somewhat panicked.

“I’m ready.” He leaned in, letting Duo feel his words break against his face like waves. “I want to see you; make me see you, Duo. I want you.”

A deep noise echoed from Trowa’s throat, but Quatre kept his eyes on Duo.

He saw the struggle on Duo’s face. “I don’t think…”

But Quatre’s plan was fixed in his head, decision firmly set. Duo and he had been such good friends for so long. Duo knew practically everything about him. Duo knew that he was a virgin, knew that, until now, he had never even kissed another due to Rashid’s stupid notion of entering a marriage wholly pure.

Unless they were allowing polyamorous marriages, Quatre wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore, and his house would just have to deal with it.

“I trust you, Duo.” Blue eyes were pleading with him to understand. “I want it to be you.”

He had wanted it to be Trowa, but the stoic man had been his first kiss, even if he didn’t know it. And Trowa would be part of this, just not physically.

Quatre closed those last few centimeters, kissing him again. The blond felt Duo melt against him, bringing them flush from chest to thighs, nimble hands pressed into the flesh of his back, kneading the skin. Trowa’s arms stayed absolutely still around Duo, and Quatre could feel them pressing into his chest as well.

A rush flowed through his body and quickened everything. This was what Quatre had been waiting for, this is what he had never felt with Duo before; his body tightened in response. They broke apart panting, and Quatre placed a chaste kiss against his lips in apology before turning towards Trowa.

“Do you mind sitting this one out? I…I don’t think I’m ready for a threesome yet.” Quatre felt his face flame with the last sentence, but he felt Duo’s hands caress his back and it made his statement easier to bear as it hung in midair.

“I don’t mind.” His arms slid from around Duo’s shoulders, and he took a step away.

But one of Duo’s hands reached out and caught Trowa’s before he moved too far. “But you’ll have a front row seat, right? We want our voyeur to be happy, too.”

Trowa shook his head. “I can leave if you want this to be private.” Green eyes were so intent on blue, and Quatre knew Trowa knew.

From the words he’d spoken to Duo, or maybe even sooner. He was offering to give them complete privacy in his own home. Quatre hesitated.

“Breaking the rules already, Trowa?” Despite the words, Duo’s voice was soft in appreciation of the gesture.

Duo was completely confused and felt a bit guilty, though he wasn’t going to show any of that. Quatre wanted him to be his first. It thrilled him, but he was still a little in the dark as to what happened, what changed from ‘I just don’t see you that way’ to ‘I want you, Duo;’ it bothered him for an instant before ‘I trust you’ echoed in his head.

But he felt guilty, too. Trowa loved Quatre, had brought Duo and Quatre together, and now he had to sit on the sideline as he watched Quatre be taken, for the first time, by someone else. Would it be easier for him not to watch? Is that why he offered to leave? Shit.

Duo didn’t have too much time to process because Quatre’s mouth was becoming more and more demanding. His hands pulled Duo’s face closer and closer, bodies pressed together. Duo’s arms slid tighter around that slim body before pulling back from the kiss.

He turned to Trowa, eyes scanning for any sign of betrayal, any residue of bad feelings. “Do you mind if we use your bed?”

But Trowa’s face was smooth, his eyes bright and riveted to the two of them, lust shining through green eyes. But was it just a mask? Trowa’s mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. Duo watched as he had to swallow before words cleared those lips. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

His voice was a deeper tone than normal, dark with want. Duo was still unsure, but he was also doubtful that he would be able to break through Trowa’s psyche if the stoic man didn’t want him to. And he definitely couldn’t with Quatre’s mouth against the skin of his neck.

Quatre was getting impatient. Duo had been distracted for the past few minutes, which could be rather offensive if the blond chose to take it that way, but he was more concerned with bringing him back. He ran his mouth over Duo’s neck, dragging lips and heated breath against the sensitive skin, knowing it was a weakness for Duo.

Duo was the experienced one; he was the one who needed to take the lead, but that meant Quatre needed to regain his attention. He knew from Duo’s stories that the braided man loved it when his partner focused on his neck during foreplay, and Quatre wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but apparently it was working.

Quatre felt Duo shudder against him, groaning as the blond’s hungry mouth latched onto that stretch of skin between shoulder and neck. Pinpricks of sensation echoed across his scalp as Duo’s hand fisted in Quatre’s hair, pulling his mouth back so the thief could kiss him again. Duo began walking forward, forcing Quatre backward and backward, hands on his hips, fingertips digging into flesh, guided him to the bed as his mouth devoured soft, petal-pink lips.

Quick, nimble fingers effortlessly opened Quatre’s shirt, exposing pale flesh to the others in the room. The fabric caressed his arms as it fell to the floor. Duo’s movements guided his own, following as the thief climbed on the bed, kneeling on the yielding mattress, mouth still licking at Quatre’s lips.

Duo’s arms held him, hands gliding across his skin, sweetly guiding him to lie back on the mattress. Quatre was having a hard time catching his breath. It wasn’t the pace; no, Duo had slowed everything down, his mouth probing deep, a slow, sensual slide of tongue and lips, steady like the pull of waves against him.

And despite Quatre being laid out on Trowa’s bed with Duo on all fours hovering over him, the blond could tell that Duo didn’t want to break away from his mouth. That desperate need from earlier was a faint spell in the back of his head as Duo’s lips pulled against his own like his life depended on the continuation of that kiss.

But Quatre refused to pull away as well, his mouth working against Duo’s just as fervently, just as determined to continue their connection.

The braided man pulled away with a gasp just as Quatre began to feel lightheaded with the decrease in oxygen intake. Violet eyes were glazed with want as he stared down the man beneath him. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.” Duo whispered the words into the space between them.

Quatre writhed underneath him, wanting Duo’s weight to press him down into the bed beneath, wanting to feel that body against his own. He reached up, pushing Duo’s tshirt up, exposing his stomach and part of his chest before his hands curled around those exposed ribs to pull their bodies together.

Shifting his weight over one hand, Duo pulled his shirt off with the other and let his body down gently.

“Duo.” Quatre groaned, hips thrusting up involuntarily, feeling his friend reciprocate the action.

Quatre felt frustratingly brief bursts of feeling chip through Duo’s block as the blond man dug fingertips into his back, pushing their groins together, trying to break his control.

But Duo had other plans. His lips dragged lightly across his jawline, making Quatre’s mouth drop open with want. The shorter man felt warm breath skirt across his neck, tongue loving the muscles of his neck and shoulder, teeth softly denting the skin under his collar bone.

His mouth pulled away as his fingers, those agile, tempting fingers fluttered around his chest, almost tickling, but Quatre was so sensitive right now, the barest touch made him groan with want, laughter far from his thoughts.

Duo mouth returned, laving over the muscles of his chest, fingers flitting over firm nipples as the blond gasped, hips thrusting up in response. Duo continued downward, mouth worshipping the body beneath him.

Quatre moaned and squirmed beneath him. Duo’s ministrations were setting his body aflame, and he felt tension squeezing through every muscle in his body punctuated by occasional bursts of lust and passion seeping through Duo’s emotional barriers.

He couldn’t stop his fingers as they ghosted over Quatre’s clothed erection. As Duo reached for his belt, he hesitated. “Quatre?”

Blue eyes rolled back in his head briefly before locking on violet. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Belt, button, and zipper were dealt with quickly as the braided man wrapped those nimble fingers around the waistband of pants and briefs and began to peel them from Quatre’s lifted hips. Duo kissed every inch of skin as it was exposed, lips and tongue eventually trailing over the sack and shaft of his lover, nose sifting through dark blond curls at the base, and Quatre was near sobbing with need for that mouth to be where he wanted it most.

Quatre watched, frustrated as Duo slipped off the bed, but moaned his approval as those hands stripped them both completely, tossing their clothing to the floor. Duo’s mouth was hovering so agonizingly close to Quatre’s straining cock, breath making his balls twitch and the shaft jump.

Duo dragged his tongue along the head, hearing the most sexy, wanton cry split Quatre’s throat. Unable to wait any longer, Duo took his erection into his mouth completely, the blunt head hitting the back of his throat. A choked groan distracted him, and his eyes slid to the source.

Trowa sat only a few feet from them. He had moved the chair closer to the bed, and the stealth expert never even noticed. But he noticed now. Trowa’s eyes looked feral, lust dripping from every nuance of his face. His body was sprawled across the lounge chair, long legs spread out, and his hand…Duo swallowed hard around the cock in his mouth, hearing Quatre’s gasp distantly. His hand was palming and squeezing his covered erection.

Duo moaned around Quatre’s shaft, and delicate hands clutched at the bedspread beneath him as the blond echoed the sound.

Duo pulled back, head turning to the onlooker. “Supplies?”

Quatre’s head lifted, blue eyes confused. “What?”

The braided man turned back to his love and smiled. “Patience, Quatre.”

Trowa’s voice was rough like gravel. “Nightstand drawer.” And Duo slid off the bed gracefully, green eyes following the sultry movement before returning to the man he had dreamed of for so long.

Trowa’s voice made Quatre turn his head to look at the man he had all but forgotten was present. Now that he was reminded, he was torn between feeling embarrassed by his nakedness, his wanton submission to Duo, or feeling incredibly turned on by the thought of Trowa watching, his eyes caressing the two lovers like a physical thing. Quatre arched his back, hips thrusting into the air, wanting some stimulation in the wake of such desperate lust.

Then Duo returned, climbing back between those creamy thighs and running his hands over his most wanting area. Moisture tickled between Quatre’s cheeks and he whimpered as Duo’s lips wrapped around his cock.

Quatre thrust his hips up as he felt fingers circle his entrance and begin to press inward. The invasion felt odd at first, the slide in and out echoing the sensation of the mouth surrounding him. There was a second finger added, and Quatre bent his knees up, feet resting on the mattress, feeling unbearably exposed and incredibly sexy.

Duo’s eyes were glued to his every expression, every movement as he stretched Quatre to readiness. By the time Duo slicked his cock, his hands were shaking, eager and nervous. Quatre was pleading for him, arms reaching for him, hips lifting in invitation.

It was perfect; it was everything Duo had wanted for so long…and it was because of Trowa who was being a completely passive entity through the ordeal.

Fuck.

Duo hid his face behind his bangs as he slowly rose to his knees, hands pressuring Quatre’s thighs further apart. He shook his head slightly, disagreeing with his own thoughts.

There would be three of them in this relationship. He forced that statement on Quatre just this morning, and yeah, Quatre didn’t feel completely ready to be the meat in a sandwich…but that didn’t mean the two on the bed should ignore the third party in the room. He made a quick decision. Duo watched Quatre’s face, features twisted in pleasure, eyes fixated on Duo’s cock and trying to thrust backward against it.

So fucking hot.

Duo turned his head to the side. “So, how’s the view, Trowa?”

A strangled gasp escaped the blond as he turned as well.

“Beautiful.” His voice was deep with want, body still spread across the chair.

But Duo wanted to make it better for him. He propped Quatre’s legs up, one on his shoulder, one on the crook of his elbow, effectively taking his legs up and out of the way, nothing obscuring the view as Duo’s cock pressed against Quatre’s entrance and began pressing inward.

Trowa and Quatre groaned in unison. The blond froze his attempts to push into the slow pressure, body shaking with the invasion. It was somewhere between pleasure and pain, but it was beautiful because on top of all else, he could feel Duo’s love.

The barrier that stood between them was falling away piece by piece as Duo entered, the increasing contact of flesh to flesh was letting Quatre sift through every emotion much easier. And Duo’s soul was beautiful, even the fragments he was allowed to see now were powerful, potent; no pain could overcome that feeling.

Duo stilled as he reached the depths of Quatre, waiting for his lover to adjust. He couldn’t resist those pouting lips, swollen from kissing Trowa and himself. Duo bent forward, Quatre’s legs coming with him, sealing their mouths together, bending the smaller man in half, and brushing that shaft against Quatre’s prostate.

Quatre’s cry was muffled by Duo’s mouth as his spine arched, grinding back onto that cock again and again. Duo continued to kiss those parted lips, hips rocking with Quatre as his pleasure pulled back enough to regain his mind.

Then he began to pull out, slowly, partial movements, gliding in and out making sure Trowa and Quatre both were watching his shaft get swallowed. So good.

“Faster, Duo.” Quatre pleaded with him.

The braided man had wanted this to be a slow climb, a tender session where he showed his adoration of the man beneath him, but he had wanted this for too long, and he was beginning to feel that climb towards climax.

Movement out of the corner of his eyes made him turn. Trowa had exposed his need, hand wrapped around his cock matching Duo’s short, sharp thrusts. “Don’t you dare, Trowa Barton!”

Trowa’s eyes widened, and his movements stilled at the commanding tone of the brunette. Duo smirked, voice teasing this time. “Someone else might have some plans for that cock. Hands on the armrests.”

Trowa chuckled and did as he was told. Quatre called his name, and Duo’s body clenched. He nearly lost it there. Tipping his body forward over his newest lover, Duo zeroed in on Quatre’s pleasure spot ruthlessly hitting it with every fast thrust.

Quatre moaned, arching up and crying out as nimble fingers wrapped around his cock. Duo’s body was assaulting his nerve endings, his love was battering his heart, and his muscles were rebelling against him, tension in every limb.

Tighter, tighter, and tighter still. The world exploded into white as Quatre spilled his seed across his stomach and chest. Duo groaned as Quatre’s channel clenched around him, his name across Quatre’s lips sent him over the edge, hips faltering, thrusting wildly with his climax.

It took effort to breathe as Quatre recovered; Duo’s weight pressed him down into the mattress. He felt Duo slip out of him and raise his head off of his chest. Blue eyes scanned Duo’s face, flushed from their exertions, lips rosy and swollen, eyes lazy and satisfied. His hair was frayed and pointing out in all directions; a small, nervous smile curled his lips.

He was stunning, and Quatre felt like his eyes were opened, like he was looking at Duo for the first time. “I see you, Duo.” He whispered then reached for those red lips. It was languid, heady, and Quatre felt drunk on the feelings Duo was feeding him.

Duo felt joy blossom in his chest as the man he’d adored for years kissed him so lovingly. He savored that feeling like this was his last moment alive, then broke away. There was still the matter of solidifying this relationship with the three of them.

A seductive smile crept over Duo’s face as he spoke. “There’s still Trowa to attend to, kitten. Would you prefer to watch or help?” His eyes slid sideways as he dragged himself off the sated blond.

Quatre sat up watching. Trowa’s hands were still obediently placed on the armrests, and his gaze followed Duo as he circled the chair. “Take your shirt off.” Trowa lifted his shirt overhead and dropped it to the floor.

“Your pants, they need to go as well.” Quatre blushed a bit as he spoke, but wanted very much to be a part of what was coming. Blue eyes watched as Trowa’s cock was completely exposed.

Duo stopped behind the chair and leaned over, his head resting on Trowa’s shoulder, arms draped across that muscled chest; his fingertips danced across olive skin. Trowa tipped his head backward, and Duo took advantage mouth latching onto the skin off his neck.

Quatre watched as Duo’s ministrations made that cock jump, and he wanted it. Tongue flicking out, dampening suddenly dry lips, Quatre spoke. “Can I…?” Both sets of eyes fastened on him, which only made it harder to say. “Duo, will you teach me what you did when…?” He couldn’t say it. Doing it was one thing, but saying it? Quatre licked his lips again, eyes glued to Trowa’s groin.

“I think Quatre wants to know if he can suck you off, Trowa.” Duo’s voice vibrated across such sensitive flesh, fingers dancing across his nipples. Trowa groaned, head nodding, words beyond him.

The blond crawled off the bed, swallowing hard. He dropped to his knees in front of the man he had wanted for so long. “Duo?” He hesistated, unsure of what to do, not wanting to look like a fool in front of his obsession.

“Just wrap your tongue around it and suck.” Duo accented his words with a flick of those tight pink nipples.

“Shit!” Trowa’s voice came back to him briefly.

Quatre’s tentative tongue was beyond enough to test Trowa’s sanity. He had dreamt of this for so long, and now it was so much better. Duo’s arms caressed him as the thief slinked around behind Quatre whispering advice on what to do and how to do it. It wasn’t long before Trowa as fighting his body, trying to stave off the inevitable.

But he was so scared. He was petrified he would hurt Quatre, but his body wasn’t obeying his brain. His fingers clenched and reached for those golden strands, tension flowing through strong hands. Green eyes were panicked as they looked up, trying to warn someone, anyone.

Duo looked up and saw fear brand itself across that handsome face as his hands shook in the air above Quatre’s head. ‘Don’t let me break him, Duo.’ echoed through his head. And, in an instant, the thief realized it wasn’t completely psychological. Trowa was afraid of physically hurting the little blond as well.

He reached out, grabbing those hands and giving Trowa an anchor.

Duo thought the panic was a little absurd at first, but then those hands latched onto his own. Christ, Trowa was strong. Hands that held his entire body weight against gravity and momentum in the circus acts, hands that hoisted tent riggings and loaded animal cages for years; those hands were so incredibly strong, and it felt like the bones in Duo’s hands were creaking.

Relief washed over his features before he came with a groan, hips rocking against Quatre’s mouth. Duo heard Quatre gag at the sudden increase in fluid in his mouth, but he swallowed it down well enough.

Trowa went boneless, melting into the chair beneath him, and Duo just watched for a second. His doubts earlier regarding how Trowa felt about Duo being Quatre’s first were gone. He knew now that Trowa never had any intention of anything beyond watching tonight. The fear and panic made that abundantly clear. Trowa was terrified of what his body would do if he let go of that control.

Duo had every intention of shattering that control eventually, but maybe Trowa was right for now. Quatre was still pretty fragile, tentative in this situation, the last thing they needed was for him to fear sex between them.

Quatre was almost vibrating with tension. “Did I do alright?”

Duo had to stop the laugh that wanted to bound out of his throat. Trowa nodded. “Yes” ghosting out of a throat that didn’t want to work properly. Quatre’s smile was brilliant with the comment, and Duo wrapped his arms around the man. He seemed so young right now.

“We’ve got a wildcat on our hands Trowa. You think we’ll be able to keep up?” Quatre’s face flushed at Duo's words.

“I certainly intend to try.” Trowa regained his voice, looking down at the two men wrapped around each other.

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Holy Crap!! That was a ten page lemon! I'm exhausted. I'll post review responses in the next few days, but I'm going to bed now. Please rate and/or review.

Oh, and its not done. There are still some loose ends to deal with, aannnddd maybe another lemon...or two.

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