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The Unity Arc 01: The Rush	By : tamiveldura Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Sticking Point

At the dinner table Duo slid his foot gently into Wufei’s and caught the man’s black glance with a serious stare of his own. He drifted his eyes slowly over to Heero, then back to Wufei who got the message loud and clear.

His spoon dropped to the bowl in a clatter. “I need permission from him?” Jerking a thumb at the Perfect Soldier.

Heero was out of his chair in a flash. He hauled Wufei to his feet by the throat and slammed the man against the counter, a gun at his ear. “What did you do with him?”

“Nothing.” Duo stirred his cereal and interjected before Wufei could get himself killed. “I drew a line and he never crossed it.” He took another bite, unsurprised at the way this was unfolding. Heero had not been gentle with Quatre when they had stalked the blonde in the woods. The difference was Duo hadn’t been interested in Quatre but he was very curious about Wufei. He finally looked up to assess them.

Heero recocked his browning but didn’t otherwise move. Duo saw him considering each piece of information: and swiftly coming to the conclusion that Duo was interested which meant he couldn’t outright shoot the man for toeing a line he didn’t know was there. He lowered the gun. Duo hid his surprise. Wufei wasn’t any less dangerous then him, with or without a knife.

He saw Wufei stumble through the same emotions he had in the middle of the night: shock, distrust, curiosity, others that Duo wasn’t sure he recognized, then slowly, as the man realized this was Heero’s firs step toward trying; lust.

Duo couldn’t remain in his seat any longer. He dragged the chair back deliberately announcing his movements to the both of them. He was less concerned about Wufei than he was about the Perfect Soldier. Even with two of them on their guard, Heero could easily take this straight to killing without remorse. He hadn’t lifted his hand from the gun, it lay on top of the weapon but it was on the counter and Duo was in familiar territory.

He approached and cocked his hip on the counter beside them. Neither offered him a glance but Duo didn’t expect one. They could see him clearly from the edges of vision. Duo could see Wufei wasn’t sure what to do next while Heero was incapable of making that next step unless pushed. Wufei hadn’t approached Heero, though, he’d approached Duo. It was a sticky little triangle.

Finally he offered to Wufei, “If you’re going to do anything, he needs to stop thinking first.” There wasn’t much specific advice Duo could have offered. What worked from him wasn’t who Wufei was and at this level of tension they could only ever be their completely deadly selves.

Wufei moved with the artistic precision of a cobra. He lashed against Heero’s stiff arm holding his neck, snaked his head forward to crash their lips together and deflected the gun arm up and away. The weapon skittered across the counter into the sink. Heero thrust a leg between Wufei’s and twisted them both around. Wufei had a hand at his pants.

Duo took a step back from the violence. It was like two tigers clashing together to create lightening.

The two fell to the ground, Heero taking the brunt of the fall and loosing his pants down to the knees in the process. Wufei took complete advantage of the handicap and flipped Heero to his stomach, jerking a leg free of the restraint. His own pants he only opened far enough to do business and yanked Heero back along the tile and against his arousal.

Duo dropped a tube of slick on Heero’s back and crouched in front of the Perfect Soldier. Heero growled at him. His eyes were still crisply Prussian. Duo found that curious. He watched them change faintly to the crisp brittle ice gray and noted that Wufei had made good with the lube. When the man entered him hard and steady, though, the ice broke back to bright Prussian.

Heero reached forward and grabbed Duo’s ankle. He yanked the American under him with one pull. Duo yelped but eagerly lost his shirt. The pants were harder, then became a lost cause when Heero hauled him up with an arm behind his back and bit hard on the coil of muscle where Duo’s neck joined shoulder. He felt Heero stifling yells with each of Wufei’s piston-like thrusts. There was going to be color there, no doubt.

Wufei’s eyes burned into him but Duo was pressed to define the emotion he saw.

Intense was the only word that came to mind. He was perfectly focused and the effect it had on Heero was astounding. The Perfect Soldier was tense. Every muscle bulged. Duo was locked against the man’s chest by a single arm, his thighs appeared to be carved from stone, and judging from the vibration of sound against Duo’s neck, he would say things were coming to a crest.

He had the sudden desire to hear that sound rather than feel it. He reached his untrestrained arm around and grabbed the small strands of hair at Heero’s neck. “Stop biting, Heero.” He purred the name, knowing how he liked to hear his own. The teeth unlocked from his shoulder with difficulty but there issued no sound. It was locked up in a straining throat instead and Duo pushed his thumb against Heero’s neck. “No, don’t be silent. I want to hear you scream for him.”

Duo bit down in a mirror of his own injury and Heero’s voice cried on the air, unfiltered and needy. It went straight to Duo’s erection. His eyes rolled. He saw Wufei clawing toward climax amid that sound. Heeo’s own voice seemed to send him over the pitch, his back bowed out. He called, “’fei!” once, sharply, and shook under Duo’s touch.

The Perfect Soldier’s arm gave out first, relaxing in jerky degrees until Duo was returned to chilly tile. Then he bent to his elbows, breath harsh, and Duo realized Wufei hadn’t made it to the peak. The man pulled back, eyes intent on Duo as he approached the sink to wash up.

Heero fell to one side and hugged Duo from behind. Duo rolled them both up so he lay on top of the Soldier, prone. Wufei turned back toward him, gleaming and hard, to kneel smoothly at Duo’s feet. The intensity changed, somehow. Shifted from violence to… something else Duo couldn’t readily identify. Wufei pulled almost gently at Duo’s pants and swiped at what Heero had left smeared over his stomach with the warm washcloth from the counter.

Wufei straddled Heero’s legs to lean between Duo’s and reached to cradle Duo’s neck as he’d done only hours ago. This time Duo didn’t stop him when he approached to kiss. It was gentle. Direct contrast to the fight he’d had with Heero seconds ago. They explored, rather than conquered, and when Wufei finally breached below it was with smooth insistence. Duo felt opened and assessed more completely than he’d ever felt before. The word intense had somehow become inadequate for this coming together of utterly private selves. Duo lost track of when his crest actually began. The movement built with such ease between them that instead of vaulting over the peak and crashing to the other side, the peak simply plateaued for the space of entire heartbeats.

Suddenly it was gone and Duo struggled for air. Wufei was equally driven and they stared at each other, mutually stunned.

Duo pulled up away from Heero (who let go reluctantly), to splay a hand on Wufei’s chest. He pushed the man down and released the knife at his right wrist. He felt tension under his fingers and swiped his hand down to Wufei’s hip. He cut his name through protesting hisses of pain. Wufei never stopped him, though.

Duo returned to Heero and pulled the man up off the tile floor, “To bed.” He said. “All of us, I think.” He held a hand out to Wufei.

“When do I get to mark you?” Wufei asked instead.

Duo shook his head, “I think you know that you already have.” He wasn’t speaking physically.

Wufei accepted his hand.
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