At one point in time, a few months back, one Duo
Maxwell had pleaded, cajoled, and in the end, blackmailed one Heero
Yuy into taking him to an honest to God mall, where the Japanese boy
had suffered in silence as his lover dragged him from store to
store. On this outing, Duo purchased a black t-shirt, size XL so
that it hung easily on his slim frame, and christened with the
motto, 'Some days it's just not worth chewing through the leather
straps.' And as one Chang Wufei waited with weary patience for
security access code on the door to his room to clear, those words
were ringing clearly through his mind.
Today would have been better spent at home, he decided tiredly,
preferably in bed, hopefully with one or more people in said bed
with him. Stripping off his jacket, he made a halfhearted attempt to
hang it on one of the hooks beside the door, barely noticing when he
missed and instead it slid down to puddle on the floor.
Toeing off his shoes, he stumbled into the main room and fumbled
along the wall for the light switch. Why had he agreed to join the
Preventers again? Oh, yeah, to help maintain world peace.
He was beginning to think peace was highly overrated.
"I had less stress when I was sleeping in my Gundam and eating stale
crackers," he muttered, surrendering in his search for the switch
and instead squinting into the darkness as he made his way to the
kitchenette. At least the meals were somewhat more regular as a
Preventer.
Three foil-wrapped plates were stacked neatly inside the
refrigerator door, just waiting to be heated and Wufei smiled
helplessly, shaking his head. "Heero, you'd make someone a good
wife," he murmured aloud, although he'd never mention that little
quip to Heero. Chang Wufei had not been raised to be a fool and he
wasn't about to get his dinner privileges revoked.
Two minutes to heat and dinner was served, devoured in a manner
possibly more appropriate to a starving wolf, but then a starving
teenager was a fairly close comparison. Sighing contentedly, Wufei
rinsed his plate in the sink before putting it in the washer (he'd
only needed scolding about that one time. Yuy was simply bizarre
when it came to cleaning duties) and he'd retrieved a carton of
orange juice from the fridge, debating mentally whether or not it
was worth getting a glass if there were no witnesses to bad manners
when a sound made him pause.
He glanced at the closed bedroom door, lips pursed in consideration.
Either someone had left a particularly graphic movie in the player
this morning, or Yuy and Maxwell had gotten home earlier than him
and were...alleviating stress, as Heero was wont to put it. It
looked like the gods had granted his wish to the wrong people, or at
least forgotten to add him into the equation.
If he hadn't been so tired he might have noticed it before. Duo
usually started out fairly quiet but by the end he was often up to a
vulgar litany of prayers that would have given any real person of
the cloth a stroke. And while Heero might not say a word, he was
hardly the silent type himself when it came to sex.
Just listening to them was making his body react in a fairly
predictable way, and Wufei adjusted himself in his trousers
uncomfortably, feeling very much like an intruder. The temptation to
open that door and peek inside at them was nearly overwhelming. Just
the mental picture was enough to make him groan. He'd seen Duo and
Heero entwined often enough to have a fair approximation of what was
happening.
The soft, rhythmic moans meant that someone was getting fucked,
quite literally, and while Duo had rather cheekily declared once
that he was a true bottom boy, Wufei also knew that Heero had no
objections in that area either. Ever versatile, both of them.
He crept closer to the door until he was crouched down next to it,
listening. The creak of the bed, the soft slap of skin on skin was
clearly audible even through the heavy wood and he shuddered
slightly, closing his eyes. Was it Duo taking Heero, pushing the
Japanese boy down on his knees and taking him with near violent
intent?
Mesmerized by the escalating cries, Wufei slowly allowed one hand to
slip inside his trousers, wrapping his fingers around his aching
erection as another mental picture assaulted him. Of Heero, holding
Duo's legs over his shoulders while he thrust deeply into the
longhaired boy's willing body.
He had seen both, watched how simply beautiful and erotic they were
together. They'd let him watch them, let him...he stopped, his hand
stilling.
No. This was wrong, a gross invasion of their privacy and a
violation of their trust. Closing his eyes tightly, Wufei
concentrated on slowing his breathing and pulled his wandering hand
from his pants. He scrubbed it almost violently against his knee,
guiltily trying to rid himself of the sensation of his own erection
in his palm.
Climbing to his feet and ignoring the persistent throbbing between
his legs, Wufei walked somewhat awkwardly back into the kitchen. The
daily reports were stacked neatly on the counter, and he snatched
them up, reading them as he determinedly ignored the rising moans
from the bedroom.
He had managed to read the first page twice without absorbing any
information when the bedroom door opened. Out of the corner of his
eye, he watched Duo stagger out, dressed in a ratty pair of sweats
as he headed right for the refrigerator. He stopped just before he
reached it, right next to Wufei and he stared at the other boy,
clearly startled.
"Hey, 'Fei," he said slowly, "You all right?"
"Of course I'm all right," Wufei replied, a little too quickly, "Why
wouldn't I be?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're...sitting here in the dark?"
"I only came in a few minutes ago," he said stiffly, and then nearly
yelped as Duo plopped down into his lap, muffling his indignant
protest with his lips.
Wufei promptly forgot any arguments he had, kissing the other boy
almost fiercely. The soft skin beneath his hands was still flushed
warm, and Duo simply reeked of sex, the heavy, musky scent of
another boy on him, and Wufei inhaled deeply, shifting to bury his
face into Duo's shoulder. Smelling Heero on Duo's skin was just as
arousing as listening to the two of them, more so, and Duo was
squirming in his lap, rubbing his backside against Wufei's aching
shaft.
"I thought you said you were hungry."
They both jumped, turning to see Heero watching them from the
doorway, wearing nothing more than a pair of skimpy shorts. Duo
grinned and stuck his tongue out at him before he got to his feet,
leaving Wufei to curse Heero's timing silently.
Heero nodded at him slightly, walking up to peer over Duo's shoulder
into the fridge.
Wufei frowned a little, watching them. Heero was not a talkative
man, but he usually had a greeting for him at the very least. Was
Heero upset with him, he wondered, that he had been kissing Duo so
soon after they had been together? The thought drained his arousal
away and left him feeling strangely empty, and suddenly he just
wanted to be away from them both, to be alone again.
He faked a yawn, stretching as he said, "I'm going to go to bed. It
was a really long day."
"Hmm?" Duo was watching the microwave intensely, as if it would cook
the food faster if he concentrated hard enough. "All right," he
added absently.
Wufei waited a little longer, to see if Heero would add anything and
after a moment of silence he stood and walked into the bedroom,
loosening his tie.
"What are you doing?" he muttered aloud, unbutton his shirt. Nearly
three weeks he'd been staying here, perfectly content with taking
whatever Heero and Duo offered him. Why was he feeling restless now?
He should be content with keeping things as they were. He had two
handsome lovers to sleep with at night...well, and during the day.
And whenever Duo was struck with the mood. And sometimes at
breakfast...he shook the thought away before it distracted him. Two
lovers. What more could he possibly want, or deserve?
'Never happy with what you have, are you, Chang?' he thought sourly,
and he turned away slightly as he heard the door open, not wanting
to see whoever it was.
"You lied."
Wufei stiffened almost unconsciously as he turned to face the other
boy, his pride stung by the blunt assessment. "I beg your pardon?"
"You lied," Heero repeated calmly, "I heard you come in. You've been
here for approximately twenty minutes." He stepped further into the
room and before he'd even thought about it, Wufei had taken a step
back, away from him. He had always been impressed and secretly
envious that someone of Heero's stature could appear so
intimidating, although he certainly wasn't pleased to have directed
at him.
Heero tilted his head slightly, asking, "Were you listening to us?"
"I wasn't spying on you," Wufei replied stiffly.
It wasn't precisely a lie, and this was just what he'd worried
about. Duo and Heero had had a relationship long before he'd moved
in with them, and certainly that deserved respect, and privacy if
they so wished it. He didn't have a problem with that, and he
certainly wasn't jealous of the bond they seemed to have sometimes.
He had no right to anything that they didn't offer him. No right at
all.
"I didn't say that you were." And Wufei abruptly found himself
sprawled out on the bed in a tangle of limbs and warm, soft skin,
pinned down by Heero's weight. His own struggles were half-hearted
and mostly out of surprise, and Heero held him down easily, leaning
down to whisper softly, "Did it turn you on?"
Had it been anyone but Heero Yuy, Wufei would have sworn they were
mocking him. But Heero didn't mock, rarely teased, and only asked
questions when he expected an answer, one that Wufei was having
difficulty formulating as a warm, callused palm swept over the flat
plane of his stomach and lower.
"I wasn't...oh!" Wufei gasped as Heero neatly
unfastened his pants and shoved them aside, one slim hand worming
its way inside to curl around his still-aching erection.
The faintest hint of a smirk curved Heero's lips. "You were
listening."
That hand squeezed gently, once, before Heero
shifted, rolling them both over easily, and it was strangely
enticing to be with someone who was so much stronger than he was. He
could place himself safely in Heero's hands, if he wanted, trusting
them to be strong enough to hold them both and simply follow their
lead.
Which was just as well because Heero wasn't giving him a choice,
squirming beneath him as he wriggled out of his shorts in such a way
that had Wufei gasping and clenching his hands in the sheets.
No control, no choice, Heero had taken it all, wrapping his bare
legs around Wufei's clothed ones, tilting his hips upward and before
Wufei could even try to grasp his whirling senses, he was sliding
inside easily, surrounded by slick heat that completed his mental
pictures from earlier. Duo had been taking Heero, fucking him hard
and deep, and he was inside where Duo had been only minutes before.
Just the thought was too much for him, the memory of times before
when he'd seen Duo taking Heero, the Japanese boy on his knees as
Duo had thrust desperately inside, watching their faces tighten in
the onslaught of orgasm, and Wufei only managed one more thrust,
deeply, as he came.
He collapsed onto Heero, trembling and feeling his clothing clinging
uncomfortably to his sweaty skin as he tried to remember how to
breathe. Heero sighed deeply and rubbed his cheek against Wufei's as
one of his hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt to stroke the
damp skin beneath.
Wufei lifted his head, touching Heero's face with shaky fingers.
"You didn't..."
"No, but I already did once a few minutes ago. I just wanted to feel
you come inside me," Heero replied, sighing again and tightening
briefly around the softening shaft still inside him. "It felt good."
The words alone made Wufei shiver, and he flexed his hips slightly,
reluctant to leave that warm haven even though he knew in another
minute or so he wouldn't have a choice.
"Heero, you're such a slut."
Lacking the energy to even be startled, Wufei instead managed to
turn his head and look at Duo, who was standing in the doorway with
his arms crossed, in all his annoyed glory.
"Just following the training my teacher provided me with," Heero
replied blandly, not bothering to open his eyes. Carefully, Wufei
pulled away from him, moving to a position on the bed to better view
the coming battle. A day wasn't complete without Maxwell griping at
Yuy for something, and Wufei had figured out early on that it was
far more amusing to watch from a distance, rather than getting
dragged into the fray.
Duo snorted loudly. "It's no use trying to sweet talk me. You
could've waited for me, you know."
"We could have," Heero said agreeably. "We didn't."
"You're a master of stating the obvious, you know that?" Duo shook
his head, stripping off his pants and letting them fall where they
would, ignoring Heero's glare as he crawled into the bed. Without a
word, he helped Wufei out of his clothes and nestled himself against
Wufei's back, leaving Heero to curl up against his front. Duo sighed
deeply, contentedly, before he murmured, "Do you have any idea how
beautiful the two of you looked together?"
Wufei caught his breath, chest tightening. "Did we?" he replied,
wincing at the slight catch in his voice.
Duo didn't appear to notice. He only chuckled softly and said,
"Yeah, you did, pretty boy. Very beautiful." One of his hands
squirmed between Wufei's chest and Heero's back, moving up to tweak
a nipple. "Good thing you both already belong to me or I'd have had
to kidnap you."
A quiet snort came from the other half of the bed. "And how would
you manage that?"
"I'd think of something," Duo said cheekily, leaning over Wufei to
bite Heero's shoulder.
Wufei barely heard them, already half-asleep as he relaxed in the
embrace of his two lovers. Maybe the gods had granted his wish, he
decided hazily, he was certainly more relaxed now, and his last
thought before he drifted off was he -really- needed to tell Maxwell
to stop calling him that.
Pretty boy, indeed.
-finis-
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