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- 1-Mary Sue Maddness
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Title: 1x3xAkari
Author: Akari Hoshi
Rating: NC-17 YAOI!!
Series: Gundam Wing
Notes: Okay, shameless self indulgence abounds! This is part of a story arc Aki-chan and I started. I suck at lemons, so I don't know if this will ever get finished.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell.
Aki looked up from her book. "Kari-chan? Are you actually watching that?"

Akari Hoshi blinked and gave herself a shake. Two sumo wrestlers were facing off on the big screen in Quatre's living room.

"Uh, I was," the red head mumbled. "Where is everyone?" she asked, noticing the lack of Gundam Boys in the room.

"Duo and Quatre went to bed. Trowa and Heero are out on the veranda and Wu-Fei is out with Sally and Hilde," Aki replied, going back to her book.

"I think I�m gonna go bug the love birds," Akari declared, getting up off the couch and tying her silk robe tighter around her waist. "The quiet ones are the most fun to tease."

"Just be careful, dear. Heero is never too far from his gun."

Akari laughed softly and headed toward the French doors on the opposite side of the room.

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It seemed so strange to be wrapped in Trowa's arms. Not that it wasn't a common occurrence, but it seemed that of late they could hardly get any alone time. Heero sighed contentedly and shifted slightly in his lovers embrace. He looked up into those intense green eyes and smiled. "This is nice," he whispered.

Trowa smiled. It was a tiny, half smile, but for Trowa that was a milestone. "I agree," he whispered back, placing a gentle kiss on Heero�s forehead.

The sky was absolutely beautiful--infinitely black and full to bursting with stars. Heero just stared into Trowa�s eyes, amazed by the reflection of the night sky in those emerald depths. Since he had discovered his feelings for the taciturn Latin pilot, Heero had been amazed by the littlest things. The color of a spring sky, the light scent of lavender on the breeze, and Trowa himself all served to send Heero Yuy�s mind into outer space. Life was utterly fascinating now that he was finally able to live it.

The slight creak of hinge brought Heero�s attention to the tall figure stepping out of the house and onto the deck. He grinned. Akari Hoshi was another one of those things that simply fascinated him. She was beautiful, but not in the smoldering temptress kind of way. She had a radiant smile that reached all the way to her sparkling green eyes and there was just an aura about her that made men stop and give her a second look. And she had no idea the effect she had on people. Heero had always felt a kinship with the girl. In some ways, she was just like he was; programmed to live her life the way some one else wanted her to. The only difference was her hands were not stained forever with blood.

"You guys aren�t making out are you? Cuz that�s just weird."

Trowa chuckled. "Like you wouldn�t get a kick out of that."

Akari sat down on the railing across from their porch swing and scoffed. "There is nothing wrong with getting excited when two beautiful people are making out," she declared. Heero turned bright pink. "Gomen ne, Heero-kun," Akari apologized. "Didn't mean to make you blush."

"I wasn't blushing," Heero mumbled.

Akari nodded with a small smile. "Right." She tilted her head back to look at the sky. Her blood red braid had come mostly undone and now her hair sort of made a silky waterfall down her back, giving her the illusion of wings. Heero felt things that should not be tightening in his gut.

"It�s a beautiful night," she said quietly, taking a deep breath.

Heero looked into Trowa�s eyes. "Indeed," he replied.

Akari groaned. "Christ that was corny."

Heero blushed.

"Holy Crap, Yuy. If you�re gonna blush every time I say something, this is going to be way too easy!"

The Japanese pilot opened his mouth to say something in the way of protest, but closed it. He leaned back into Trowa�s arms with a typical, "Hn."

Trowa smiled. "Poor Heero." He kissed his lover's lips gently, thus bringing a bright pink hue to the imp sitting on the railing.

"You did that on purpose!" she declared with laughter in her voice.

"Kiss my boyfriend? Yes. Completely and utterly embarrassing the crap out of you is just a side benefit," Trowa replied with barely contained mirth.

Akari crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her tongue at the pair on the swing. "Fine. I know when its time to hang up the towel." She slipped down off the rail, landing with a soft thud. She produced a hair tie seemingly out of thin air and pulled her hair back from her face.

"Don�t stay up too late, loves. It smells like rain." She kissed both pilots on the forehead, artfully avoiding Trowa�s uni-bang. "Good night."

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Trowa had noticed the subtle difference in his lover when Akari had joined them. His skin seemed warmer, his breath seemed to quicken slightly, and his whole body tensed. At first he thought it was fear, sort of like when Duo encountered Aki after the whole hair incident, but after tonight, Trowa knew differently.

"Heero? What do you think about Akari?"

The smaller boy pulled away from Trowa and looked at him with guilt and horror on his face. "I don�t think about her! Honest! I-"

Trowa silenced the spluttering pilot with a kiss. Heero relaxed considerably and melted into Trowa�s kiss. The Latin pilot pulled back slightly. "She�s beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing Heero's with the lightest of touches. "And sweet. You want her, don�t you?"

Heero nodded, slowly. "I am so sorry..." he whispered, his voice threatening to crack.

Trowa leaned in and kissed Heero again, this time almost savagely, trying to prove to him with actions instead of words, that he was not upset. Heero whimpered, pressing himself closer to the taller pilot, his fists clenching the fabric of Trowa�s shirt.

Sensing Heero�s desperation, Trowa pulled back, pressing a gentle kiss on Heero�s nose. "I understand."

Heero sat back. "You...you do?"

"Of course. I mean, I�m gay, not blind. Akari is a very beautiful woman."

"I'd never...I mean, yeah, but I couldn�t...not to you. I love you. You mean everything...God, Trowa! How could...I mean... "Heero stumbled over his professions of fidelity.

"Heero, I knew you were bi when we got involved. I knew that you would always be attracted to girls. I am not selfish enough to deny you that attraction. As long as you don�t go boffing every available female between here and the Sanc Kingdom, you don�t have to feel guilty about feeling attracted to Akari or any girl."

Heero stared at his lover in confusion. "Its okay that I think Akari is pretty?"

"Yes, love. It�s okay. Just don�t let me catch you sleeping with her without me. That would hardly be fair, na?"

"Well, no...wait! What do you mean without you?" Heero eyed Trowa with suspicion, who just grinned.

"You�ll see, I guess. Come on. Let�s get to bed. I don�t want to get caught in Akari�s rain storm."

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The rain that Akari had predicted had indeed rolled into the area sometime after midnight sending down sheets of torrential rain, deafening crashes of thunder, and awe inspiring flashes of lightening.

Akari lay curled on her side on her massive bed, shivering, with the fluffy quilt pulled up over her head. A particularly loud clap of thunder ripped open the night, and she shrieked.

Thunderstorms during the day didn�t bother her so much, but at night in the still darkness, there was nothing more terrifying.

"Akari? Are you all right?" Trowa called through the door.

"No," she moaned, clutching her stuffed basset hound tighter.

A soft click as the door handle turned was the only indication that she wasn�t alone in the room. There was a brief flash of dim light as Trowa pulled up one of the corners of the blanket and joined her on the bed. He turned and spooned her body, his strong arm draping over her waist.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice watery.

He kissed the back of her neck. "It�s all right," he replied. "I was coming back from the kitchen when I heard you scream. I didn�t think WuFei had come back yet, so I knew you were alone in here. You really hate thunderstorms, don�t you?"

Akari shivered. "There is so much uncontrolled power in those winds and in the lightning. It�s beautiful, but it can destroy you in less time than it takes to blink."

"Like Heero," he whispered. "But you aren�t afraid of him are you?"

"Not always. When he�th yth you, or in a group, he�s human; he smiles, he laughs, he feels. But I�ve seen him alone. I can see his eyes, his empty eyes..."

Trowa began to trace lazy nonsensical patterns on her stomach with his fingers. Akari felt familiar butterflies in her stomach and paled. This was Trowa! He was gay!

Gay men should not inspire fluffy bunny feelings in your heart, Akari Hoshi! she thought, desperately trying to quiet the riot of feeling Trowa�s fingers were inciting in her.

"Trowa..?" she questioned, her brain slowly ceasing to function.

"Just relax," he whispered, his fingers traveling slightly higher.

"Oh, right," she laughed, rolling over to face him. �Nice try.�

Trowa smiled. "It works on Heero."

"I'll bet."

Another crash and Akari winced. Trowa reached out and gently caressed her cheek. "Just close your eyes," he soothed. "Listen to the fall of the rain. Pretend you are on a tropical island surrounded by beautiful cabana boys--"

Akari opened one eye. "Is this my fantasy or yours?" she asked, an impish grin on her face.

Trowa gave her a look that he only reserved for when she was being incredibly ridiculous and continued. "A gentle rain is falling. One of the--"

His story was interrupted yet again by another foundation moving boom. Akari jumped out of the bed with a cry.

"I can't do this. I'm going downstairs," she declared, grabbing her robe. "You're welcome to the bed."

He sighed. "Well, it looks like I'm not going to get any sleep either. I may as well join you." He pulled back the covers and stood.

Akari's cheeks flamed. She knew Trowa slept in his underwear--hell, she'd shared a bed with him and Heero plenty of times--but suddenly, seeing him standing there in nothing but his boxers made things inside her start to tingle.

"Akari? You're drooling."

She scowled, turned on her heel and as she walked out of the room, called over her shoulder, "Put some pants on and we won't have that problem."

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"I hate late night TV," Akari grumped, flipping through the multitude of channels for the hundredth time.

"We could always watch a movie," Trowa suggested.

Akari laughed. "You've seen Quatre's DVD collection, honey. I'm not entirely comfortable watching that with you in the room."

"It was worth a shot," Trowa mumbled. He stood, the loose waistband of his sweatpants hung low around his hips. Akari felt the familiar butterflies and began to panic.

Dammit! What's wrong with me? Trowa is gay! Gay, gay, gay! Oh, why did he have to do that?

Her heart began to pound as the former acrobat stretched, the muscles of his exposed chest rippling with the movements.

"I'm hungry," he said, heading for Duo's mini-fridge. "You want something?"

"N-no thanks. I'm fine. In fact, it sounds like the storm is over so I think I'm just gonna go back to bed. Good night, Trowa." She clicked off the TV and made her way toward the exit.

"Akari?"

She stopped. There was something in his voice; something that she wasn't sure she wanted to put a name to. She felt the slight shift in the air currents as Trowa approached and she tensed.

"Turn around," he commanded gently.

She didn't want to. She really didn't want to. She was afraid of what might happen if she followed his commands. She was also afraid of what might happen if she didn't.

"Akari? Please, look at me."

The plea in his voice was what did her in. With a heavy sigh, she turned around, her eyes fixed on his feet, the most non-sexual portion of the man's body. Must not look in his eyes. Must not look up.

Trowa reached out and with two cool fingers, lifted her face to his. "You can't run from this," he whispered.

"Yes, I can," she whispered back, getting ready to bolt.

Before she could move, Trowa had her locked in his strong arms, his hungry mouth nearly devouring hers. It briefly crossed her mind to struggle, to make him stop. That thought was quickly snuffed out by another one more urgent and forceful: More!

Akari whimpered, and pressed her small frame against Trowa, trying to get as close to his warmth as possible. He left her mouth and started placing soft butterfly kisses over her cheeks, nose and eye lids.

"Trowa...� her voice was thick with confusion and want.

"Shhh..." he soothed, feathering kisses on her throat. He paused at her pulse point, tickling with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure as he dipped lower, gently kissing the tops of her breasts.

Her head swimming, she cradled his face in her hands and brought his lips back to hers, giving him a slow, lazy tongue tangling kiss. This is insane, she thought, but damn if I don't want to stop. She arched sinuously against him, pressing her breasts against his chest, her nipples tightening against the material of her night shirt.

Trowa�s hands began to slide lower on her back to slip under the hem of her shirt to cup her bottom, pressing her closer to the hard heat between them. Being so intimately close to him sparked a fire of arousal low in her belly that pooled between her thighs. She moaned, burying her face in the curve of his neck, nipping and sucking.

Trowa chuckled. �That tickles,� he said, his voice low and gravelly.

Akari bit a little harder than was necessary. He gave a half yip and jumped back. �Watch those teeth, love,� he warned, half serious.

She smiled shyly. �Sorry,� she mumbled

�You have got the most beautiful smile,� he said quietly.

Not knowing how to respond to his compliment, Akari silenced all further conversation with another ravenous kiss. Desperate to feel his skin next to hers, she stepped back just long enough to remove her nightshirt.

�Are you sure about this?� Trowa asked, closing the gap.

�Shouldn�t I be asking you that, Mr. I-Don�t-Like-Girls?� Akari queried.

Trowa gently cupped her breasts, his thumbs grazing the hard nipples in soft circles. Akari gasped and arched her back, needing to feel more. �What do you think?�
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