18-May-2001

Evening the Score
Sequel to: Playing Games
Pairings 3x2x1 (threesome!)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, threesome, language, lemon, PWP?

Thanks to barb - again - for allowing me to play in her sandbox.

As usual, all my gratitude to Stephanie, who never tires of reading and editing my fics. *g*

Evening the Score by DaMoyre

Playing games.

That's all they'd been doing, and Duo wondered why this train of thought returned to him so often, even when he'd tried his best to concentrate on his missions, avoid distractions. It would be so much easier to just forget about that single night that now felt more like dream than reality.

But much as he tried, he couldn't forget it. And it wasn't just the sex anymore. Sure, the memory of what had happened in that room still sent shivers up his spine. It was probably one of the best damn nights of his short life, one that would be hard to forget. He had slept with both Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton. He'd fucked them both in a single night. The two stoic pilots. Two of the most dangerous men alive. What could get better than that? Wait... *who* would even believe that!?

He had fantasized about Heero in the past, of course. But then again, who hadn't? It was obvious that the stone-faced pilot had a very strong appeal to people around him. Relena Darlian followed him all over the place with a please-kill-me-but-don't-ignore-me sign on her forehead. It didn't matter how many times Heero threatened her, or how often he changed schools, or where their space hideout was located, the girl always found a way to track him down. Now, that was obsession!

Or take Quatre, whose smile always seemed to be a little brighter around Heero.

Well, and around Trowa too.

Hmm... maybe Quatre just went for the silent, dangerous type. Still, Quatre had an undisguised fondness for Heero.

Hell, even the dignified Wufei was aware of Heero's... attributes. Of course, Duo wouldn't go as far as saying that Wufei was also attracted to Heero, or anything like that, but Wufei wasn't blind. Heero was appealing...

And talking about Wufei... he was almost as easy on the eye as Trowa or Heero. Just thinking about Wufei brought a smile to Duo's lips. Wufei was even *prettier* to look at than Trowa or Heero. Duo wasn't blind either. There was a certain charm about Wufei's arrogance, about the way he dismissed people when their ideas weren't like his own, when they didn't live up to his moral standards. Very enticing. Wufei was a nice little jewel.

Duo had to admit that he'd also dreamed about Wufei in the past. He dreamed about the time they had spent together trapped in that Oz cell, not so long ago. That would have been the perfect opportunity to make a move on Wufei. They had been *so* close to death that time! He could have asked Wufei for a kiss as his last wish... and Wufei might have found granting that wish the 'honorable' thing to do.

Duo shook his head and grinned. He knew that his chances with Wufei didn't look good at all. He was probably never going to make *that* dream come true. On the other hand, he had never imagined that his dream of Heero, his fantasy, would come true, much less that it would come true with Trowa as a bonus.

But it had. And it had felt *really* good...

Feel good... yeah.

But that's not really why he wanted to be with them again. It wasn't just the sex...was it?

No.

But then...what?

Why?

Why couldn't he just let go?

He wasn't completely sure about his motives, but there was one that was rather clear. The score was 0 to 1. A rematch was in order.

Just part of the game. Right?

Damn right. This was just a game!

He'd been observing Heero and Trowa for days now, carefully studying their every move, shamelessly overhearing their conversations whenever he had a chance. He'd come to the conclusion that it would be best to approach them when they weren't together. It was much easier to get them to talk that way.

He had actually managed a conversation with Heero a night or two ago, and if he wasn't mistaken, his flirtatious remarks towards the Wing pilot had not gone unnoticed. Of course, Heero was a little clueless when it came to flirting, but Duo wasn't subtle, and he'd decided to give Heero a little extra help, making it very obvious that he was hitting on him.

He could swear that Heero had actually smiled, perhaps even blushed. He wasn't certain, but he thought he'd seen a faint shade of pink spread across Heero's cheeks. But Heero didn't blush...did he? No. Not Yuy. It was probably just wishful thinking on his part, but at least it kept him motivated.

Hell, this was almost courtship! If he kept it up, he would be whispering sweet nothings into Heero's ear in no time. But how long would it take him to even get *that* close to the stoic pilot? Duo wasn't exactly a patient guy, but this time, he knew that time and effort would pay off.

Maybe.

Hmmm... but what if things didn't work out after all? What if Heero was just being nice, not wanting to give him the cold shoulder after they'd gotten up close and personal?

That was a possibility...

But then, Heero wasn't exactly Mr. Manners, and he would not put up with something he wasn't happy about just to be 'nice'. Hell, Heero probably didn't even know what the word 'polite' meant!

And there was the fact that he'd not rejected him; he'd allowed Duo to stay around while he repaired his Gundam, and that in itself was a good sign! Heero didn't like to be disturbed while he was working, but he had not protested while Duo talked his ear off; he'd not even objected Duo's fingers brushing over his cheek, with the excuse of cleaning up some grease. That was definitely a good sign. Oh, yes.

Maybe next time he would even allow him to help repair Wing. If Heero ever let him touch his Gundam, he'd know that he'd won the game. Duo smiled inwardly at that thought, and then decided to forget about Heero for a moment and concentrate on his next target.

Heero wasn't around today. It was time to gain a little territory with Trowa.

"What is it, Duo?" Trowa asked, without lifting his eyes from whatever he was reading.

Duo was startled for a moment. He had been watching his fellow pilot from a considerable distance, almost completely hidden behind the door of the study, and he was sure that he had not made any noise to reveal his presence. If there was something Duo was good at, then stealth would be it. Stealth, among many other talents, of course.

It was interesting that Trowa knew it was him. Duo was certain that the other pilot had not seen him. How could he have, when he had not looked away from the stack of papers he was reading... not even once! But then, Trowa was always aware of everything. Somehow, he always knew when someone was watching, no matter how discreetly.

"Nothing, why?" Duo asked casually. He stepped inside the room and walked over to the couch, plopping down right next to Trowa.

"You've been watching me," Trowa stated, looking up at Duo for a moment.

Duo crossed his arms across his chest and smiled. "Have I?"

Trowa raised an eyebrow, giving Duo and inquiring look. "Hn," he sighed softly and looked down at the papers once more.

And that was it. This was the most Trowa had spoken to him since their little fling, nights ago. Not that Trowa had ever been talkative or anything... but still! Duo watched the taller pilot for a moment, wondering how long it would be before he spoke again. God, the guy was quiet! He barely made any sounds to breathe.

"So," Duo finally broke the enervating silence. "What are you reading?"

"Anything interesting?" Duo continued. If he'd broken down some of Heero's ice barrier, then he'd surely get through Trowa's. He just needed to get a conversation going here...

Trowa set the papers down on the couch and turned to look at Duo. "Interesting?" he paused for a moment, as if considering the question. "I don't know, Duo. Is blowing up an Oz base interesting enough for you?"

Duo rolled his eyes a little and shook his head. "Oh, you know what I meant! Who's going... when's the mission?"

"Quatre and I. Tomorrow." Trowa crossed his arms and leaned back against the couch.

"Ah... that means you're going to leave Heero all alone for a couple days, huh?" Duo grinned.

Trowa shook his head, his lips curving up only a little. "I see," he said quietly.

"Um... you see... what?"

But Trowa didn't answer this time; instead, he stood up and gathered his documents. "Good night, Duo." He walked out of the room.

Well, damn! That hadn't gone too well... but then, it hadn't gone too bad either. There was always room for worse.

Duo gave a little shrug and reached under the cushion, retrieving a copy of a book Quatre had recommended to him in the past. It was always good to keep books handy. They were the best saviors... from boredom.

Two days later, the perfect opportunity came along. Trowa had gone on that mission with Quatre, which meant that Heero would be sleeping *alone* for the night.

Perfect.

He watched as Heero walked into his room, and before he was able to turn on the light, Duo moved close to him and pushed him against the wall in a deep kiss.

"What are--" Heero gasped, offering the slightest resistance before his hands moved around Duo's waist, his mouth parting a little, accepting Duo's caress.

Oh, but this was heaven. Yes, this felt extremely good. Duo moaned softly as he felt Heero's tongue plundering his mouth. The old saying, 'Good things always come to those who wait,' never rang so true before. After several days, Duo was finally receiving a reward for his diligence.

He would have continued the kiss, if it wasn't for the fact that he was hardly able to breathe. It was likely that Heero was lacking oxygen as well, so reluctantly, Duo pulled back and gasped for air.

"What are you doing...here?" Heero said, keeping his respiration somewhat under control.

"What do you think am doing?" Duo replied, playfully brushing his lips over Heero's jaw line. "I thought you might want some company tonight."

"Duo..." Heero whispered and his hands were now pressed flat on Duo's chest, pushing him away. "We can't."

"Why?" Duo darted his tongue out, licking the corner of Heero's mouth. "Are you sure? You didn't seem to be complaining just a minute ago... besides... s'not like we haven't done *it* before!"

"Trowa isn't here," Heero said flatly.

"I *always* knew you were a smart boy, Yuy!" Duo joked. "Why else do you think I'm here?" He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Heero's neck. "And he probably won't mind...after what happened the other night."

"I told you...it was just--"

"Shhh," Duo silenced him with a finger to his lips. "A 'one time thing', I know. But what if I want more?" He ran his finger over to Heero's cheek and then reached for a wisp of unruly dark hair, playfully twisting it around. "I played your game... you have to play mine now." Duo slid his hands underneath Heero's tank top, and he merely purred the next sentence. "It's only fair, don't you think?"

"Duo...I--" He felt Heero's firm grip on his wrists, pulling his hands out from under his shirt. "No."

"Why?" Duo narrowed his eyes a little and twisted his arms to free himself from Heero's hold.

"Because--" Heero attempted a reply, but Duo leaned forward for another kiss.

"That day... when I was drawing," Duo whispered, "I was thinking of you...and you know... you want this too."

It only took a moment, and then Heero kissed him back. He loosened his hold on Duo's wrists, and his hands moved to circle his waist, to gently stroke the small of his back, and then one of them traveled up to the back of his neck, fingers brushing softly, entwining in his braid.

Duo moved closer, pushing his tongue deeper inside Heero's mouth. This was it, this was it. He couldn't let go now, wouldn't let go. He wanted this, needed this; Heero's cold fingers on his skin, his hot breath mingling with his own. His heart was now pounding inside his chest, and if he moved a little closer, he might also be able to feel Heero's. Was Heero's blood boiling too? Did he know how good this kiss felt? Did he even feel the same?

"Duo..." a muffled groan escaped Heero's mouth.

"Yes," Duo whispered. "I want you to... I want you to call my name." He ran his fingers on the inside of Heero's arm, knowing how sensitive those neglected parts of the body could be, while his other hand made his way down Heero's torso, tracing patterns over the thin material of his tank top. He got the expected results as Heero, trapped in between the wall and his own body, broke into shivers, unconsciously rocking his hips forward.

Duo let out a soft sigh, smiling inwardly as he felt the hard bulge between Heero's legs rubbing against him. He shifted only slightly so that Heero could also feel his erection.

"I want you," Duo murmured, his lips moving to the side to attack Heero's neck once more, nibbling momentarily until he felt his buttocks being cupped by Heero's strong hands. "Mmmm," he moaned.

"Aa..." Heero sighed, as he kept stroking Duo's backside, massaging the firm cheeks almost roughly. Duo reveled on that feeling, rhythmically rocking his hips against Heero's touch.

The pleasure was now beyond his control. It felt better than touching himself at night, thinking of Heero...and sometimes of Trowa. This was the real thing, much better than his daydreams, his wet dreams. He could feel Heero's body trembling against his own, the temperature rising, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and Heero's hands on him...

"Oh, God," Duo groaned and with one swift movement, he pulled Heero away from the wall and towards the bed, pushing him hard against the flat surface and then sliding down until his cheek was pressed against Heero's stomach. There had been no resistance from the Wing pilot, only a couple muffled sounds of surprise or pleasure. Duo couldn't tell. It didn't matter now.

Turning his face towards Heero, Duo lifted the tank top with lips and teeth, and Heero finished the job for him, pulling the tank top over his head and tossing it aside. Duo lapped at Heero's navel while his hands slid down to pull at the waistband of his spandex. He looked up to see Heero's face momentarily, and the sight of the Japanese boy's face only served to arouse him even further. His lips were parted and dry, the muscles of his face tight, a soft frown of concentration and pleasure across his forehead, and his eyes, half-lidded and clouded with passion, with need. With need for *him*. Trowa wasn't around this time. It was just him... only *him*.

Duo pressed a few more kisses to Heero's stomach and then he moved down, completely sliding the spandex shorts off Hero's legs, as he moved his mouth closer to Heero's cock, darting his tongue out to taste the tip.

Heero cried out, arching his back, and Duo pressed a hand to his stomach, stilling him before he took him completely into his mouth. He was tasting Heero now, the slightly salty, slightly bitter flavor that completely drove Duo wild. He had Heero's erection in his mouth... and the little whimpers emanating from the Japanese boy's mouth were all for *him*. He moved his hand to the base of Heero's shaft and held him steady, and then he sucked him hard.

He felt Heero's body tensing, frantically writhing against the bed, hands clutching on the blankets, and then moving to Duo's shoulders, holding tight, almost desperately. He sucked him harder still, pulling him all the way in until he could feel the soft sac of skin and Heero's firm balls rubbing against his chin, the tip of his nose pressed against Heero's stomach.

It all happened quickly, Heero's cock pulsating inside his mouth, the hot liquid inundating him, covering his tongue, burning his throat, and then the cry of surrender, Heero's surrender. Duo swallowed, making sure that not a drop escaped his lips. He gently licked the sides of Heero's softening shaft, as the last waves of pleasure travelled throughout Heero's body in small spasms.

Duo pulled away and rested his cheek on Heero's thigh, running one of his hands over the hot, sweat-moistened skin of Heero's stomach. He felt Heero's hand on his head, softly stroking his hair. "Duo," he whispered, "that was..."

"Fantastic?" Duo smirked. He slid off to the bed and laid down on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows.

A soft snort from Heero, and then a smile. "Fantastic," he said quietly.

"Good! See what you would have missed if you've kept saying 'no, no'." Duo grinned.

Heero shifted on his side and he circled an arm over Duo's waist, tugging at the back of his jeans. "Take them off."

"Oh... trust me, I was planning to." Duo smiled and knelt up to unbuckle his belt, bumping into Heero's hands as his fingers moved to unzip the front-flap, and before he knew it, his pants were being pushed down his hips. He had never seen anyone's fingers move so quickly. He prided himself in having quick hands, the hands of a thief, but what Heero had managed to accomplish in only fractions of a second was beyond his understanding. Perhaps Heero's fingers had acquired velocity from typing so much on that damned laptop, or maybe he just had enough practice pulling Trowa out of those painted-on-tight jeans of his.

He laid back on the bed and lifted his hips to help Heero remove his pants, hearing a low thud as they hit the floor, joining the pile of Heero's discarded clothes and shoes. Heero then reached for Duo's shirt, unbuttoning it and sliding off his shoulders.

They were naked now, pale and creamy skin against bronzed one. Duo pulled Heero to him, holding him tight and inhaling softly, enjoying the feel of his muscular body pressed to his. Heero's chest was hard, well toned, and it felt incredible against his own, sweat-slicked, skin on skin. He felt Heero's mouth on his neck, and then traveling down to his chest, trapping one of his nipples between his teeth.

"Gods, Heero!" Duo cried out, bucking his hips, lifting his buttocks off the bed.

"Let me...please you," Heero whispered, and he began moving down, placing soft, butterfly kisses on Duo's stomach, and then trapping his erection in wet heat, his lips pressing hard against him, forming a tight "O". It was incredible and when Heero pulled slightly away, blowing hot air to the tip of his erection, reaching beneath to stroke his balls, Duo thought he would die right there. Perhaps he already had, and this is what Heaven felt like. Or maybe it was Hell... and he would happily go there... for this.

"God!" Duo was startled by the sound of his own voice, somehow bringing him back to reality, reminding him that this was all real. It was no dream.

It became even more real as he felt something cold and slick probing at his entrance, one of Heero's fingers sliding easily inside of him. He had oiled his finger and Duo had not even noticed. Heero kept amazing with how quick he could be. Duo bit his lower lip and exhaled, spreading his legs a little further and pushing down on Heero's finger until it hit the right spot, the small bundle of nerves that could set a body on fire. Heero continued stroking him inside and out for a few more seconds before Duo abruptly pulled away and sat up.

"We have to stop!" He said, breathing hard, feeling the entire room spinning around him. Maybe it was his maddening desire, or maybe it was because he had risen from his reclined position much too quickly.

"Why?" A small frown formed on Heero's face. "Something... wrong?"

"No, no." Duo shook his head and then leaned to brush Heero's lips with a soft kiss. "Nothing wrong at all... but if you keep this up, then I won't be able to..." Duo grinned wickedly as he thrust his hips forward, groaning softly.

"Ah..." Heero's eyes were dark, passion spreading over his features as he licked his lips. "That's what you want?"

"Yes," Duo murmured, cupping Heero's chin with his hand. "That's what I *want*.... will you give it to me?"

Heero's reply was a soft gasp, his eyes narrowing on Duo as he reached to the side of the bed, picking up a small tube, the tube he'd surely used only minutes before. He poured a small amount on his palm and then began spreading it over Duo's erection and Duo watched in silent fascination as Heero's hand caressed his cock, feeling himself growing harder and harder with each stroke.

He couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Heero's body, his touch, the unique and musky scent of sex floating in the air. Duo groaned and pushed Heero back on the bed, pulling one of his legs up over his shoulder as he positioned himself, rubbing the tip of his erection against Heero's puckered orifice, only slightly pushing in.

"Now," Heero hissed. And Duo felt the first ring of muscles relaxing around the head of his cock as Heero pushed his hips up to pull him completely inside.

And Duo complied with rhythmic thrusts, making his way in against resisting muscles. He watched the expression on Heero's face, drinking in every gesture, every detail, the mixture of pleasure and pain on the other boy's features as he continued rocking till he was fully sheathed, soft tremors breaking throughout his body.

Heero's muscles were clenching almost painfully around him and Duo couldn't hold back a loud cry of pleasure. "Yes...come on, Heero...just like that...gods..." He felt Heero's hands on his hips, fingers digging in the skin, so hard, he was sure he'd bruise, but it felt good... everything felt so good...so deliciously... wonderful.

He watched Heero's eyes shutting very tight, his mouth open, his breath coming in short pants as Duo pounded into him.

"Harder," Heero groaned, pulling Duo by the hips, forcing him to slam into him.

"Yes, Heero... harder...harder..." he moaned as he continued driving himself inside Heero's willing body. "C'mon now... come for me, Heero..." He reached for Heero's erection and began stroking him hard, losing himself in another dimension, one where there was only pleasure and nothing else, until he was firmly brought back to reality by a pair of hands on his shoulders... a pair of hands that weren't Heero's.

Startled, Duo opened his eyes, but before he was able to turn around, he got his answer from the way Heero's body became stiff all of a sudden, the look of surprise on his face; the cobalt eyes were wide open, looking over Duo's shoulders at the newcomer. "Trowa," Heero breathed.

Duo felt a cool rush of air running through him, and he knew it wasn't the sex that was causing the shivers running up and down his spine. Trowa's firm grip on his shoulders prevented him from moving anymore. He could have choked on his own breath as the heat of his passion was suddenly covered by a glacier. "Tro...Trowa," he said quietly, unable to move from his position on the bed as Trowa's body pressed against him, the rough material of the jeans rubbing against his naked form.

"You are back early," Heero said quietly, shifting a little on the bed, relaxing beneath Duo's body once again.

"Yeah," Trowa replied. Duo felt Trowa's hands tightening on his shoulders, pushing him down, as a knee was pressed against the back of his thigh, forcing him to thrust forward. "Keep moving, Duo."

"You were right," Heero said quietly, one of his hands reaching up to touch Trowa's, lightly brushing over Duo's shoulder.

"I thought so," Trowa said simply, his hot breath against Duo's ear.

What? Duo's eyes widened. He wasn't sure he understood this conversation. In fact, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he *didn't* want to understand. Had he just been caught in one of Trowa's and Heero's sick little games again? This was too much! It just couldn't be! But...

Trowa's hands were roaming over his chest, lightly pinching his nipples before moving to his back, trailing down with a single finger along his spine. He felt Trowa's hot lips on the back of his neck, the tip of his tongue gently licking along to the sides. Heero's muscles were clenching around his now softening erection. It didn't take too long to restore his state of arousal.

"Ahhh..." Duo moaned, and he didn't know if he should call out Heero's or Trowa's name as he began rocking his hips once more, coaxed by Trowa's gentle cupping of his backside, massaging, stroking, in the best butt massage he'd ever received from anyone. He didn't want this to end.

"Just keep moving, Duo..." Trowa whispered, nibbling his way down to Duo's shoulder.

And so he did, he kept moving, without any choice, without any control, surrendering all to Trowa, to those hands that were now spreading his cheeks, pushing him forward until his lips were only inches away from Heero's.

Strong arms now wrapped around his neck, Heero's, a hot tongue sliding inside his mouth, almost at the same time he felt Trowa's naked flesh against his own, and something much larger, much hotter, tracing the cleft of his buttocks, sliding inside of him.

A desperate whimper formed on the back of his throat as he felt his body reaching sensory overload. Trowa was pounding on him now, pulling out and then ramming back inside almost frantically. Heero was writhing beneath him, pushing his tongue deeper inside his mouth, drowning his loud cries of pleasure. He almost sobbed as he felt Heero's muscles clenching around him, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body, and then Trowa's cock rubbing against his pleasure spot.

It was wild. It was maddening. It was a crime to feel so much pleasure, a crime he would willingly commit again... and again. He couldn't let it end so soon... not now, not ever!

"Just do it," Trowa wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, pressing his chest against his back as their dance of desire continued. "Stop... fighting, Duo..." Trowa panted, pulling back slightly and then pushing back in, all the way to the hilt.

It hurt so much... and it felt so good. Heero's lips on him again, and they kissed and kissed and then he felt it, Heero's hot seed spreading across his stomach, and Heero pulled away, crying out, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He couldn't hold back anymore. It would have been impossible to make it last any longer.

Duo felt his body tensing, muscles clenching tight around Trowa's cock, enjoying the feeling of that slick hardness within him. He pushed back hard, slamming against Trowa's hips, feeling that bundle of nerves being hit for the last time before he shuddered violently, spilling himself inside Heero's body.

He remotely heard Trowa's loud cry, and the hot discharge of his orgasm filling his inner walls, before he felt Trowa's body collapsing on top of him, gently kissing his cheek. He felt Heero's hand on his forehead, brushing his bangs away from his face.

Trowa pulled away, moving to the bed to lie on his back, right next to Heero. "So much for that 'one time' thing," he remarked, taking a deep breath to regulate his respiration.

A few moments passed in silence, as if time itself had suddenly stopped. Only the sound of their labored breathings gave the room a feel of reality. Duo couldn't manage to move from his place on top of Heero, feeling the warm, sweaty skin against his own, and the hard beating of his heart against his chest, not wanting to let go.

"Hn," Heero groaned, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Twice, then," he said quietly, finally breaking the silence. He shifted his body to the side, pushing Duo off him and settling him in the middle.

"Ah...twice," Trowa laughed softly, kicking off his jeans, still trapped in between his ankles. He then turned on his side and pushed Duo's head a little to the side to reach for his pillow. "You need to learn to keep off my property," he said.

Duo took a deep breath and smiled. It didn't matter that Trowa had taken the pillow away from him. At this time, he could be lying down on a cold and hard floor, full of nails and needless and he wouldn't feel any less wonderful. "You're just gonna have to share," he grinned, moving closer to Trowa and grabbing an end of the fluffy pillow.

"Hands off," Trowa joked, shifting a little to pull his pillow away.

"Fine... I guess I can leave your pillow. But you know...your... *property* here didn't seem to mind when I was touching *him*," he said cheekily, his hand reaching over to grab Heero's now flaccid shaft, giving him a slow pump.

"Hn," a soft snort came from Heero, and then a lazy swat to Duo's hand. "Sleep," he muttered.

"I'm afraid you've worn him out for the night," Trowa stated quietly, covering a small yawn with the back of his hand.

Duo suddenly realized that it was over. That wonderful moment he'd spent with Heero and Trowa had come to and end, and here he was now, lying down on their bed, as both pilots seemed to be ready to go to sleep. He suddenly felt the urge to leave. Game or not game, maybe he had taken this a little too far. He didn't know what the consequences would be. How would this night affect his friendship with the two other pilots? Neither of them seemed upset, but...

"Night, Duo." Trowa yawned again and turned on his side, pulling the thin sheet over his body.

"Uh... good night, Trowa." Duo looked over at Heero, who hadn't moved at all, still sprawled on the bed in the same position he'd been for the last ten minutes or so. He sat up and made an attempt to get out of the bed, without jarring either boy, when suddenly strong arms were pulling him back to the bed.

"Where are you going?" Trowa's green eyes were now fixed on him.

"I thought you wanted to...sleep," Duo said, a little startled by the situation.

"Stay," a command, now coming from Heero. And suddenly, the Wing pilot had a possessive grip on his braid.

"Yeah," Trowa said quietly, brushing his lips over Duo's. "Stay. We'll kick you out in the morning."

"In the morning, huh?" Duo grinned, moving forward to return Trowa's kiss. "We'll have to see about that." He smirked.

Duo settled back on the bed, and curled against Trowa. He felt the shift in the mattress as Heero turned on his side and moved closer to him, pressing his body against his back.

And here he was, nestled in between two of the most dangerous men alive... no, scratch that, the two sexiest, most beautiful men alive. It felt good. It felt right. The game was over, the score was even now.

He didn't know how far this would go, but he would enjoy the ride while it lasted.

And surely... he could make it last a while, couldn't he?

Fin?

DaMoyre

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