Trinity

Sequel to Two Sides, picks up a few days afterward.
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Trowa quietly extricated himself from Duo and Quatre’s limbs. It was early morning and he didn’t want to wake them yet.

But Duo was already awake. The former thief had felt the tall man leave their bed for several mornings now, and, though he was typically not a morning person, he wanted to know what his lover did when he left their bed.

What he did know was that it was Saturday morning, early morning; the sun hadn’t risen yet. He knew that this was the last weekend they had together before Trowa went off on assignment, so he and Quatre had spent pretty much the entire week at Trowa’s house. And every morning this week Trowa had left the bed early, was gone for about an hour before coming back into the bedroom, showering, and waking them up with the smell of breakfast cooking.

It was really a beautiful thing. Who’d have ever thought of Trowa Barton as the home-making type?

But this morning, Duo was determined to figure out what his quiet lover got up to in the mornings. He had tried yesterday, but he had fallen back asleep in the five minutes it took for Trowa to put on some clothes before he left the bedroom. But not today.

Today Duo jerked upright the moment Trowa closed the bedroom door. Quatre mumbled in response to the bed shaking. “What’s going on, Duo?”

“I’m going to go see what Trowa does in the mornings.” Duo jumped out of bed, slid on his boxers and snuck out of the room.

Quatre woke with a jolt, scrambled out of the bed, getting tangled in the covers and almost falling on his way, snatched a pair of shorts off the ground (they were Trowa’s so he had to keep them from falling off his hips), and made his way outside. Duo was crouched by the patio doors looking outside.

Trowa had installed two big (bullet proof) glass doors that opened out into what would eventually be a back patio. He intended to build a wooden deck with a view out into the woods behind the house, but it wouldn’t go into production until the house was finished.

Right now, the area was a big clearing, and currently, that clearing housed their quiet lover. He was clothed only in a pair of loose pants as he sat on the dew-covered grass, cross-legged, face turned up catching the first morning rays as they filtered through the trees. It was peaceful and completely serene.

Duo wondered if this daily ritual was what he recalled mentally to get him through the torment of being someone else for months on end.

But then everything changed. As soon as the sunlight fully lit his face, he stood, and it seemed like the earth stood still for just a moment. Then the peace was gone; Trowa leapt into the air, spinning and twisting. Flips and sways, evasive maneuvers, counter-offensives were all rolled into a series of movements. Duo and Quatre watched in awe.

They had seen nothing like it. Duo was trying to get a bead on him, imagining where he would aim if Trowa was an enemy. And he couldn’t. The pattern was completely unpredictable. When you expected him to dodge left, he went down, as soon as he landed, he was in motion. It went on like this for quite sometime, but neither man at the door could pull their eyes from him long enough to record a time.

It was beautiful, but it was so very deadly. Duo was not blind to the times when Trowa’s arms extended as if aiming a gun, to the times when his hands flicked out as if throwing knives.

And when it was done, he sat as he had before he started; Trowa took a few deep breaths as the sweat dripped down his face and chest.

“Holy shit.” Duo breathed.

“Agreed.” Quatre whispered.

Trowa stood then and turned towards the door. Duo and Quatre instinctively ducked to the side. They looked at each other from behind the door fame and laughed quietly about how silly it was for them to be hiding. But when they peaked back out the door, Trowa was standing there staring back with an eyebrow raised in question.

The terrible twosome started laughing then, hesitantly at first, then harder as Trowa opened the doors. “Why are you up?” He asked as they started to calm down.

“We wanted to see where our lover always ran off to in the mornings.” Duo’s eyes raked across Trowa’s bare chest. “That was really hot.”

Trowa shook his head. “You should still be in bed. You don’t have to be up for another hour or so.”

The acrobat tensed as Quatre pressed his chest against Trowa’s back, hands reaching under his arms to run fingers across the flesh of his stomach. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you all sweaty.” The blond kissed Trowa’s shoulder blade, tasting the sweat of his exertions.

The two shorter pilots both noticed the reaction Trowa had to the unexpected touch. They had spoken of this, hadn’t they? Trowa confessed to having an aversion to touch only yesterday evening. Why wouldn’t he? In his past, the only people who touched him were those that meant him harm.

But Duo and Quatre had resolved to help him past that, push him past that if need be. So pushing it is. Duo stepped up in front of Trowa and ran his hands along his chest.

“I need to take a shower.” Trowa’s voice trembled just a bit.

Quatre began running his tongue along the bone structure of Trowa’s back as Duo negated his statement. “You said we still had an hour to be in bed. I say we use it.”

Duo and Quatre led him into the bedroom, pushed him onto the bed, and proceeded to cover every inch of his skin with their own. Hands traveled from the crown of his head to the webbing between his toes, which was ticklish by the way, but who is honestly brave enough to try to pin an acrobat’s legs down and tickle them? Only someone that’s yearning for an involuntary kick to the face, that’s who.

Quatre ran his face over the inside of Trowa’s thigh, loving the musky scent that followed his morning activity. Trowa was restraining himself to the best of his ability, but when the blond ran his tongue along the crease of his thigh, he took great pride that Trowa squirmed beneath him.

Duo sucked on Trowa’s ear, hands sliding up and down his arms, rubbing his belly and cock against Trowa’s hip, slathering skin against skin.

Trowa laid there, hands gripping the headboard feeling the miles of bare flesh sliding against him. The grit of his sweat from his morning routine was fading behind the slickness of Duo and Quatre’s heat as they slithered over him. It was more an exploration of flesh than a race to finish.

A slow rocking buildup, as Quatre and Duo crawled along Trowa’s body. The taller pilot couldn’t tell which hands were Duo’s or Quatre’s, couldn’t differentiate the shifting of weight, the softness of lips and tongue. He could feel the silken skin of someone’s thigh rubbing across his shaft.

It was completely erotic; Quatre imagined this to be what an orgy was like. Slithering across someone, hands everywhere but not entirely sure who was responsible for what, and not caring a damn bit. The Winner heir had imagined scenes like this in many books, the brides of Dracula, Bacchus’ nymphs at their moonlit festivities, all writhing their gratification against another firm, yielding body. Bodies stretched and strained pushing each other to higher bliss. It was so much better with his lovers, feeling Trowa’s restrained pleasure pumping through his strong body, feeling Duo’s seductive determination in his lithe limbs, feeling the lust from both men and himself funneling through their actions.

Without saying a word, they were all content to find their pleasure as a slow, mutual rhythm, all superficial. But it was enough, they all came hard within a few seconds of the others, their climax slicking the last few thrusts against each other.

It was Duo who caught his breath first. “Fuck, that was good, but now we all need showers.”

Quatre laughed, still a little breathless. “A group shower sounds nice.”

Trowa shook his head. “It’ll have to be quick if I’m supposed to make breakfast for five.”

Duo jolted. “Shit. I forgot all about Heero and Wufei coming over to help today!”

“I realize that.” Trowa’s dry sense of humor surfaced as they made their way to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later found Trowa in front of the stove, hair still damp, frying up some hashed potatoes and sausage. Quatre was putting biscuits on a cookie sheet and vowing to learn how to make them from scratch. Duo was sitting at the table braiding his hair and watching his boyfriends mill about the kitchen making glorious smells.

At 0800 sharp, there was a knock on the door as Heero and Wufei arrived. Breakfast was an ordeal. Trowa and Heero sat calmly, rolling their eyes every now and again, as Wufei and Duo bantered back and forth.

“I’m surprised you were late, Wufei. That was pretty rude; I guess Heero wanted a quickie this morning.” Duo had a devilish smirk on his face.

Wufei’s eyes narrowed. “We were not late, thank you.”

“Says the man who considers anything less than ten minutes early to be late.” He was pointing his fork at the, now flushing, man.

But Wufei kept his composure well. “It’s rude to show up too early to someone’s home. Besides…” This time, it was Wufei who smirked. “…there’s no such thing as a quickie when it comes to Heero. He has too much stamina.”

Duo’s mouth dropped open, and Quatre blushed to the roots of his hair as Heero sent Wufei an irked expression. Trowa laughed as Chang sent Heero a wink back.

Duo recovered, a considering look on his face as his eyes came to Trowa. “We really haven’t had to race the clock, yet, even at the office.” He watched Wufei choke on his drink at that last bit out of his peripheral vision as his head tilted still looking at Trowa, who was looking back at him with a raised brow. “But with this one’s control…hmm, we’ll have to check into that. Anyone got a stopwatch?”

His expression clearly said Trowa was not amused for an instant before his face blanked of emotion, then a devilish light shone in his eyes. “Should I take that as a challenge, Duo? You want to see who comes first?”

“Who makes who come first.” Duo corrected.

“Oh dear.” Quatre sighed a little scared, and more than a little turned on by the prospect.

“Can you maybe discuss this later?” Wufei’s voice was dry and tight.

Duo laughed. “Sure thing, but that requires changing the subject. So, hmm, what should we talk about? Oh, I know! I’ve got a question for you, Wufei.” His tone was daring.

But it was Heero who spoke up. “No. Stop being crude, Duo.”

Duo faked a hurt look. “What? I just wanted to ask Wufei what his favorite part of you was? That’s not crude.”

“That’s not crude?” Heero’s sarcastic question didn’t phase Duo, though.

“No. Take me for instance. I’m definitely an ass man. I mean, there’s no way I’ll even consider dating someone unless the view from the back is nice.”

Trowa snorted as Quatre looked pleased and uncomfortable simultaneously. Duo held Heero’s gaze as he continued. “Quatre’s got a sweet ass that I’m completely infatuated with, but I find that I’m becoming more and more fond of Trowa’s abs rather than his rear.”

A surprised burst of laughter escaped from Trowa. “So it was you who left the hickey on my stomach.”

“Guilty.” Duo smirked, unrepentant.

Wufei looked like he swallowed a bug as Heero glared at Trowa and Duo both. Quatre was still struggling between amused at his lovers’ antics and embarrassment.

Wufei hesitated for a second, then finally asked. “How do you not know who is responsible for marking you?”

Duo laughed as Trowa shrugged, small smirk on his face. “Its hard to keep track of four hands and two mouths when your own are busy elsewhere.”

“Oh.” Wufei flushed a bit.

Heero shook his head as his gaze found Trowa’s. “You’re starting to act like Duo.”

Trowa just shrugged and stayed silent.

“You sound like that’s a bad thing, Heero.” Duo spoke up.

“One of you is enough.” Wufei backed his lover up.

Duo let out an indignant sound as Quatre smiled and stood gathering empty plates. “I’ll just take these unless you want seconds.”

But everyone was full, so Quatre cleared the table, Duo put up the extras, and Trowa washed the dishes as Wufei and Heero showed themselves around the house.

When the kitchen was sufficiently cleaned, the three met up with the others in the main room. And Heero, ever the analyst, spoke up. “The exterior and interior layouts don’t match up.”

It wasn’t obvious, just some closets that were actually deeper than they looked, a fake wall that hid a set of stairs, but of course Heero would catch it.

Everyone else stopped short except the homeowner. “I designed the house, Heero. There are several hidden places.” Trowa looked to his two lovers as they sent him questioning glances. The tallest of the pilots continued. “I was planning to show you all the fallback scenarios, but we always got sidetracked.” The lascivious smile that stretched his lips left nothing to the imagination with his statement.

Duo still looked skeptical, but Quatre cut in quickly. “Well, why don’t you show us now?”

“Sure.” Trowa led the way to the master bedroom. There was a false panel behind all the clothes that led into a small landing with a fireman’s pole that led downstairs. A steel door blocked the entrance into the basement. As he keyed in the code, he spoke. “This is a safe room. There’s a six foot thick concrete ceiling that will deter everything short of ‘bunker busters’ dropped from 18000 feet. The door is reinforced steel with gundanium joints, that will be reprogrammed to genetic keys before I leave.”

The others followed Trowa with varying expressions. Quatre and Wufei wore disbelief on their faces, Duo had a sad expression, and Heero was a bit confused. It was Heero who spoke up. “Trowa, is all this really necessary? We’re not at war anymore.”

Wufei sent a fond glance to his lover, but Trowa negated Heero’s words before anything else could be said. “You aren’t no, but I still am, at least for a few more months.” Green eyes softened as they looked toward Duo and Quatre. “And until then, anyone around me might be a target, so yes, this is necessary.”

Duo smirked a bit as he walked over. “Over-protective son of a bitch. You worry too much, you big softie.” The former thief planted a kiss right on Trowa’s mouth.

Wufei broke in then. “So you’re stock piled here? What is all this?”

Trowa broke away from Duo, and grasped Quatre’s hand when he reached out for it. “Its my lair, essentially. Weapons, ammo, disguises, everything I need to assume different identities is down here. Everything that would compromise who and what I am is locked down here. There’s also enough supplies to feed four people for over a year, if necessary. But there are also several escape routes with vehicles of various make-ups scattered in the woods.”

No body questioned why there were supplies for four. They all knew as soon as he said it. Trowa had created this place for the safety of his friends. If it came down to them needing this space, Trowa would probably already be dead.

“No.” Quatre was shaking his head. “No, Trowa, if this is that dangerous, don’t go in alone. Please.” His voice took on a pleading tone.

Trowa just drew him into his chest. “Its not that dangerous, little feather. This next mission, I’ll have about fifty Preventers as back up if needed. We’ll be on a ship posing as gun runners. The entire crew will be made up of my men. It’s the safest I’ve ever been in the field. Please don’t worry. The safe room was all just a precaution. If I thought I’d need this much protection, I wouldn’t be stationary; you know that.”

He nodded against Trowa’s chest, as Duo’s arm wrapped around them both from behind. “I still don’t like it.”

Heero and Wufei stood back, watching silently, but Wufei bumped his arm against Heero’s chest until he consented to wrap his arm around Wufei’s waist. Wufei did the same as the two stood there and watched tangled together.

Trowa spoke down to blond strands before locking eyes with Duo. “I know you don’t, and I give you my word. I’m getting out. Having these precautions for me is nothing, its just something I’m used to doing, but knowing you may have to use them isn’t worth it. Not anymore. Let me finish what I started, then Une can kiss my ass. Okay?” He smiled a bit as he adopted Duo’s personality to try to make Quatre smile.

But Duo spoke up. “Bullshit. She needs to find her own. I only share with a certain hot blond, otherwise your ass is ours!”

Quatre laughed. And everything was alright again.

Heero spoke up. “You have the space for bunkers hiding transport in the woods?”

Trowa looked over to Heero, smirking at his physical demonstration with Wufei. “There’s development occurring about a mile west of here, but I own five square miles behind this lot. So, yeah, there’s room.”

Heero got a thoughtful expression on his face. “Would you mind having a neighbor? I like the spacing here.”

Wufei punched him in the arm. “I’d have to drive thirty minutes just to come to see you.”

Heero smirked. “If you lived elsewhere.”

Wufei rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t there work we were supposed to be doing?”

Trowa nodded. “Yeah I’ll pull out the supplies.”

They went back upstairs, there was another entrance from the front of the house that had a more roomy, but just as guarded, entrance that served better as an exit.

They split up then, Heero and Trowa worked on laying the hard wood flooring in the living area, the other three were relegated to the guest bedroom to paint. Wufei’s meticulous nature helped him to tape off the window frames, the molding along the ceiling, and the baseboards while the others were busy laying a tarp over the floor and rolling paint over the open space of the walls.

Heero and Trowa worked in silence for a while, listening to their significant others harass each other about proper painting form and other such nonsense. Trowa couldn’t help the little smile that crossed his lips as he heard Duo and Quatre laughing in the other room.

“I thought it was just sex at first, but you really love them, don’t you?” Heero sat back on his knees and looked hard at Trowa.

Trowa didn’t answer. He knew the answer, but he didn’t think it right to confirm that to Heero when he hadn’t even told Quatre or Duo the truth of that statement.

The silence was enough confirmation for Heero. “You’re going to have your hands full.” A smirk tugged his lips as he set the next wood panel down.

“I already do.” Trowa continued working, bangs hiding his expression from his perceptive friend.

There was silence for a moment, and Trowa thought the subject had been dropped until Heero spoke again, a smile coloring his voice despite his blank face. “You know if he makes you come first, you’ll never live it down.”

Trowa stopped and sat back as Heero watched him closely. “Heero, I’m about to be out of town for one, possibly two, months.” A slow, wicked smile curved across his face. “I’m not about to rush through anything.”

Heero looked a little confused, eyes narrowing as he waited for Trowa to expand.

“I’ll let Duo do what he wants, as fast as he wants, and then Quatre and I will have our way with him for hours.”

A deep chuckle rolled out of Heero’s throat. “I guess Duo’s going to have his hands full, too.”

Trowa smirked at Heero. “Did you expect otherwise?”

“I should have known.” Heero turned his attention back to the part of the floor he was working on, and the rest of the job passed in companionable silence.

Well except for the indignant sounds of someone getting painted in the other room.

Only once did a paint fight break out, leaving Wufei with a green ponytail, Duo with a green cheek and bangs, and Quatre with paint down the outside of his arms. And, of course, when Heero and Trowa came in to check on the noise they got painted as well.

All in all, it was a good day, and Trowa was glad he had asked Wufei and Heero to help.

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I'm back! So its a bit of a slow start, but it made me feel all WAF-like without making me gag, which takes some doing. Warning to my readers: this fic is going to have some heavy parts, psychological stresses and angstyness in smatterings, so read at your own risk.

Reviews, pretty please.

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