12-Dec-2004
Title: Howl 5/?
author: Sol 1056
rating: NC-17 for sex, violence, and dirty mouths
warning: Subplots deal with the establishment, child-bearing... oh, and werepervs. Yes. That's right. Werepervs.
pairings: Various, but predominantly 2x1, 1xR, 2xR, 4x3, 5x3, 1x3, 4xC, 3xH, RxD, 5xM, and a few others that may come and go.
disclaimer: No, don't own 'em... Hey! Could that be a sigh of relief from Bandai?
archived: sweetlysour and gwaddiction
critiques: always welcome, natch!
Many thanks to those reviewing: Skylark, Sevun, Syngi, Andrea, Majc, Asy, Enna, AsukaK, Mikke, Saro, Maldoror, Carrie, and anyone else I might've missed. It does help to know someone's reading! Also, I know I have chapters to revise in other stories, but Saro said I could take a break and write more of this story, so let's all blame Saro. Yay. She also beta'd so all mistakes are hers. Again: yay.
Now, we will find out if I can write a decent... well, let's just say maybe you should stay tuned. Either AsukaK is going to do backflips and hump my leg for joy, or I'm going to be thwapped and sent back to citrus school.
"the baggage that's lost, nor damaged handles, nameplates vanished, busted wires and broken ropes, whole trunks exploding on the concrete floor"
---Carl Ginsburg
Duo's first meeting with the couple had been in a social situation, and he'd been struck by Relena's unselfconscious--even naïve--grace, and Heero's dark good looks and utterly deadpan humor. The two balanced each other well, teasing and jibing in different ways but both understanding the other perfectly. And through the current of romance that ran between them, Duo could sense a deeper sorrow, one he'd soon connected to the scent of illness, putrefaction, hanging over Relena.
"Finished the apples?" He looked over her shoulder. She was peeling the two apples as carefully as possible; he'd promised her she could have the peels as her reward. Heero was stealing little snippets of peeling every time she picked up the paring knife. Duo grinned over Relena's head. "When you're done, slice them into half-inch thick slices. The shell's ready, and so is the sugar mix."
"Sugar," Relena sighed, and gave her husband a wicked look. Heero frowned, clearly disagreeing.
"One piece of pie won't hurt," Duo said, and Relena clapped her hands together in an almost girlish way.
"Yes!" She popped up to kiss Duo on the cheek and landed in her seat again. Her cheeks were bright red, and Duo blinked, then chuckled softly.
"I see the way into your wife's good graces," Duo said over his shoulder, turning back to the stove to stir the rice. "I should notify her colleagues that three ounces of real sugar will soothe the wild peace organizer."
Heero snorted and stole another peel. "I demand half by rights." He took another peel, barely missing Relena trying to skewer his hand with the paring knife. Heero gave Duo a smug look and ate the peel. "Commonwealth."
"It's good to share," Duo said, and smiled.
Duo's last contribution was pear wine. It was a New Beijing vintage, and he soaked the label, removing it for Relena to stick to the fridge as a memento. He did most of the talking, rambling on about New Beijing and New Angels, while pouring out a tablespoon for each glass and diluting the rest with water. Normally he'd drink it straight, but it was enough to have sugar in the meal; mixing alcohol with medication would be too much for her.
During the meal, the conversation strayed to the question of Dog, and how he'd broken free from Relena while out for a walk. Before Duo knew it, Relena was regaling him with stories about Dog, while Heero chimed in with stories of his own, nearly riding over his own wife's words. The reticent Heero was gone, a shyly laughing and excited Heero in his place. If he'd been handsome before, he was breathtaking when he laughed.
Relena refused to clear the table, ushering them into the little living room. She kept the lights low, and the city was a vibrant thing in the window, a massive plate-glass image of moving cars on the streets below. Headlights and streetlights and stoplights played dizzy with Duo's sight, and Relena settled onto the sofa, her feet tucked under her. She swirled the last of her diluted pear wine in her glass, and set it on the low table.
"Duo," she said, in a calm voice. "What were you two talking about before you came to the door?"
"Excuse me?" Duo turned from the window, leaning against the glass. It was warm against his shoulder blades; the apartment was air-conditioned but he could feel the city's heat hammering at the glass. "I believe we were talking about Dog."
Relena nodded, then cast a sideways glance at her husband. "I'd believe that, but I'm a better judge of character than that."
Heero frowned, and stared down at his own glass.
"I rest my case." Relena gave Duo a hurt look. "Is something going on? Is it another war? You travel, I'm sure you've heard--"
"No, not war," Duo said, and settled into the chair. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and stared at Heero. There was no response for a long moment, then Heero nodded, granting silent permission. Duo sighed and pulled his braid around, tugging sharply for a minute as he collected his thoughts. "Relena-girl, you've been attending peace rallies for a number of years now, right?"
"It's what I do. What my father did, and his... " Relena trailed off with a frown. "Why? I know there are some crazy types out there, but--"
"No, it's not that, either." Duo waved away her fears of stalkers; he'd heard she'd dealt with several since taking over the Peacecraft Organization. "You had friends in high school who also attended these protests?"
"Yeah." Relena's expression darkened, and she stared across the room towards the bright skyline. The city-sky was a lurid gray-red glow, lights reflecting up towards the low clouds. "What about them?"
"How many of them are still alive?"
Relena sucked in her breath through her teeth. "There were twenty-two of us in our high school chapter. Three of us are still around."
"And your two friends... they have children now?"
She nodded.
Carefully and cautiously, Duo outlined the poison used on her classmates and Relena. When introduced into the system of a normally menstruating female, it began its effects immediately, sapping the system through anemia, resulting in bone deficiency, leukemia-like conditions, endometritis...
"I'm not a doctor, but I've known women who've died of complications related to the poison," Duo explained. "What's amazing is that you've survived six years. Most women haven't."
"Ah... " Relena shifted on the sofa, and gave him an abashed look. "I didn't actually get my period until I turned twenty-one." She shrugged. "Late bloomer."
"I see." Duo took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Relena-girl, there's a cure, but... "
"What?" She looked at Heero, who stared down at his glass. Confused, she turned to Duo. "And?"
"Pregnancy." Duo haltingly explained the basic issue, and didn't look up when he'd finished.
"I see," Relena said, very quietly.
For several minutes, the apartment was silent. Duo could only stare at his feet, noting the soft blues in the little rug, becoming gray in the evening light. He had no idea what to say or do, to make up for his news or to change it, or to assist. He'd be willing to offer any of a number of things, but perhaps he was simply just one more romantic. He liked the couple. Heero seemed driven and principled yet kind; Relena was witty, thoughtful, and optimistic. There weren't enough people like them in the world. If there were, the world might be a better place.
"So." Relena took a deep breath, reached out, and picked up her glass. She downed it in one swallow, and set the glass down. Before Heero could react, she took his glass, and drank it, too.
"Rel!" Heero sat up with a shocked look.
Relena shook her head at him, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Setting the glass firmly on the table next to her own, she swung her legs down to the floor, straightened her back, and gave Duo a hard look.
"Have sex with me," she announced.
Heero looked stunned, and raised his head to stare at Duo, who could only stare back, helplessly. This wasn't at all what he'd expected. Sperm donation, maybe, wasn't that an option? Her family had money, he'd heard; he was sure that would be her first thought. Not this unexpected demand.
"Tonight," Relena added.
Duo blinked, realized his jaw was on the floor, and made a choking sound. Heero was simply staring at Relena, eyes wide, but then something shifted and he cocked his head at her. She dropped her chin with a shy smile, and Duo noticed somehow they'd ended up holding hands. He realized his jaw was still open.
"Relena-girl," Duo said, tentatively.
"Oh." She sighed, and her shoulders slumped. She managed a tense giggle. "Yeah. Well, it was just an idea."
"Your government," Duo began. "They'd--"
"They wouldn't know," she said, quickly. "Not like they'd care."
Duo narrowed his eyes. "You could ask someone to donate sperm."
"Maybe." Relena frowned: a thin line between her brows. "Heero has no family. I have one brother. My parents were only children, or I suppose if I had an aunt I would ask her husband. But I don't. I'd definitely ask Trowa, but he's a neutral. He can't do it, either."
"Relena-girl," Duo said, and sighed. "You don't have to decide this tonight."
"It seems to me the perfect solution," she said, and her lower lip jutted, apparently unaware of her slight pout. "We like you. There's really no one else we know. Maybe it's strange, but I feel like I know you. Like I have for a long time and just didn't know it." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her gaze moving away from him to stare out at the city, cars and cabs and buses shining headlights on buildings. "You travel. You're free. Heero would be the father of my children, but there would be a bit of you, too. Maybe our child would be free, then, too." She rubbed her hand on her stomach; she didn't seem to be aware she was doing it. "Two fathers... "
"Rel," Heero murmured. Duo couldn't tell whether it was to rein her in or encourage her, but Relena smiled as though she understood.
"No, we wouldn't make you beholden, unless you chose," Relena said, in a stronger voice. "But I'm not going to take another day of those medicines. I'm sick of taking drugs and feeling tired and having to lie down after walking two blocks, let alone collapsing for two days... "
"You shouldn't have walked twenty blocks," Duo muttered. "Promise me next time you'll take a cab."
"I wasn't going to leave Dog," Relena protested. "No way--"
"And that's why I'd say yes," Duo said, cutting her off, but he softened his voice. "You are both... people of worth." He ran a hand through his bangs, holding them out of the way to smile at her, then dropped his hands. "But there could be complications. The time I've traveled, I've been exposed to many things--"
"Do you have any diseases?" Her voice was sharp.
"I'm not a neutral," Duo replied, hedging. "Any child of mine will be healthy."
"Do you have any wives or other children hiding somewhere?"
Duo blinked. "Ah... nope." He grinned, widely. "I make a point not to, unless someone asks, and... " He realized she'd tensed. "No, Relena-girl, no one has ever asked before. Just you."
"Then that's all I want to know." Relena sighed when Heero shifted behind her, and shook her head. "I know Heero has searched for you in the system." She patted her husband's knee. "Hasn't found you, I'm pretty sure."
"I'm not on the grid," Duo replied. "That's how I travel."
"Then we have to take your word that you're safe, just as you'll have to take our word that we'll raise your child with all the love we can give it, with no resentment or burden as though it weren't our own."
Duo considered that, a bit startled by how quickly Relena could move things along, and definitely startled by how fast she made up her mind before shoving things along. "There are three of us here." She had to know how complicated it could make her life. "You're married--"
"I'm not doing anything without Heero there," she said. Amazingly, her voice was perfectly steady. "It's a package deal."
Relena sighed and leaned sideways against Heero, then turned on the sofa, putting one foot on the arm. Her other leg stretched across the floor, and she raised her hands over her head, wrapping her arms around Heero's neck. Twisting in his arms, she arched her back, kissing him deeply.
When they broke the kiss, Heero's cheeks were red, but he was also making a strange sound, low in his throat. His eyes, over the top of her head, were glittering in the light. Duo knew an invitation when he saw one. He still didn't move, other than to place his glass on the table.
Heero's fingers were working at the buttons on Relena's blouse, and she spread her legs a bit wider. She looked dizzy, a bit tipsy, but not drunk, no, not on alcohol. Drunk on the delicious wickedness, the open invitation, knees spread and pale skin turning amber from the city lights. Heero's hand slipped into Relena's blouse, palming her breasts, and Relena bit down on her lower lip. Duo had no doubt she was completely ignorant of what that single movement would do, or the fact that Heero's intense gaze, spreading her blouse and undoing her bra, was equally disturbing and amazing.
It would have to be her idea, after all. She would never stay, he would never stay, unless they chose Duo and came to him. Duo remained where he was, waiting for the signal.
Her blouse was spread, small breasts revealed, and Relena released one arm from around Heero in a languid move, pulling up her skirt. Duo had been half-hard before, but to realize she was completely naked under the skirt, exposed, glistening. His cock stiffened, blood pounding in his ears with a rushing sound like a subway train scattering crows.
"Relena-girl," Duo groaned, suppressing a growl. "Heero... "
"Yes," Heero said. "She's beautiful."
Heero smiled, and ran his fingertip around one of Relena's nipples. An invitation, initiation, spread legs and pert breasts heaving with deep breaths. Duo slid from the chair onto his knees, and lifted the glass table out of the way, shoving it aside to give himself room. Settling onto the floor before Relena and Heero, he let his left hand fall on her knee; he placed his other hand on Heero's knee.
Both would have to choose him, if they were to stay.
Relena opened her mouth, a small pointed tongue darting out, and Duo did growl, couldn't hold it, and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. She tasted like pears and apples and sweetness, tongue hesitant at first then exploring. He pulled away to lick at her lips, and once again, her forthright words shocked him.
"Now, kiss Heero," she demanded. "Commonwealth," she added, giving Heero a teasing look over her shoulder. "We share."
Heero's mouth fell open, stunned, and Duo chuckled before coming up on his knees to kiss Heero just as deeply. Heero didn't respond at first, accepting the kiss and shyly pulling away, but Duo followed, nipping, sucking, twisting to keep lips together. Heero's lips were slightly chapped, iron and sugar and sex and fear and anticipation.
Duo slid his hands upwards, nails scratching on Heero's slacks and Relena's soft skin, until his fingers brushed against her wetness and Heero's hardness. Duo pulled away from the kiss, and ran his fingers across both of them, reveling in the slack-jawed mouths, shuttered eyes. Heero tilted his hips upwards. Duo palmed the hardness at Heero's groin, undoing the buttons zippers cloth layers to expose Heero's stiff cock.
Relena moved against Duo's fingers, trying to goad him onwards, angling for his touch across her clit. He held his palm against her thighs, fingertips too light against her labia; she hissed and shifted her hips again, while Duo smiled to himself, leaning to suck at her closest nipple. He could feel her twisting above him to kiss Heero, and she gasped when Duo slammed two fingers deep inside her. Fingers massaging the damp warmth, he shifted his hand to caress her clit with his thumb, lightly; at the same time, he pumped Heero's cock: tight, hard: hold him close and firm, enough for freedom if he chooses but embracing...
Hands tugged at Duo's jeans, undoing them, and he realized it was both Heero and Relena. He chuckled around Relena's breast, and licked down her sternum. When he pulled his hand away, she whimpered, and he slid his arm around her waist, shifting upwards to lift her, and jerked her skirt down roughly. Heero realized Duo's intention, and pushed while Duo pulled, and Relena giggled when fingers ran across her thighs.
"Ticklish?" Duo threw the skirt on the floor and kissed where Heero's fingers had brushed her. He rose, lifting her onto Heero's lap.
Coming to his feet, he leaned over the sofa, hands on Heero's shoulders, encircling Relena. It was awkward, but he was ready, and she was wet, and Heero was pulling her legs apart as though he understood.
Duo kissed Heero again, slick wet hot, depth and rough tongue and taste of blood and sugar. Then Relena: sweet and cool in contrast, summer rain on hot sidewalks, hissing with contact. Duo's fingers ran down her breasts, around behind her to cup her ass, his fingertips sliding along Heero's length.
"You," he whispered to Relena. Looking past her, he gazed at Heero from under half-closed eyes. "Both of you."
"Yes," Relena moaned, and spread her legs, locking them around the back of Duo's knees until he nearly buckled.
"Yes," Heero echoed, his hand trailing down Duo's chest, pushing the shirt out of the way, to reach Duo's cock. Tentative, then firm, tugging, stroking, and Duo gasped at the touch. So sweet, so understanding without knowing what they granted.
"Mine," Duo gasped, and kissed Heero, hard, fast, possessive. "Mine," he repeated, and kissed Relena, who whimpered into his mouth. "Yours," he growled, and it felt like prayer, confession, like hot days and hotter nights banked under low clouds waiting for rain. Duo crouched down, shifted against Relena, and with one shove, rammed his cock deep into her.
Her shriek was caught in her throat, and Duo slid out, marveling at the tightness, the completeness, sucking and pulling at him, beseeching him. She canted her hips and he slammed into her again, leaning past her to kiss Heero deeply, tongue plunging into Heero's darkness with every drive into Relena.
Slowing, pulling from the kiss, Duo leaned back. He raised Relena's legs to his shoulders, and stared down at the dark crevice where his cock slid, disappearing into the glittering depths, warmth, slick, home. Placing his thumb on her clit, he began to massage, watching her hips jerk and matching his thrusts to hers. Heero's fingers pinched her nipples, palms against her breasts--she writhed between them, until her back arched and her scream was buried against Heero's lips, swallowed whole.
Again and again, Duo thrust, body shaking with the shuddery shivers of her cunt spasming against his cock--every move slapping his braid against his back--she was tightening, taking him in until he dropped his hand and dug fingers, claws, grip fast on her hips and raise the pace, slamming forward, hips in quick bursts, intense--drive inward tilt up press against her clit pull out slam in drive up--she gasped, back arching into Heero, body shaking--
Fire exploded in Duo's cock, rapid waves of light and ripples of pleasure spreading through his nerves to fire into his fingertips. He cried out, wordlessly, hips rocking slower, and again pressed thumb to her clit, rubbing furiously. She whimpered, aftershocks and buildings falling, glass breaking in the frantic pumping of her hips beneath him. Heero cried out and jerked his hips upward, his fingers clawing at Duo's thighs, eyes closed tight.
Duo smiled down at both of them, his rapid heart thundering in the wake of lightening, and slowly slid free of Relena. He let her legs down gently, then guided her to lie on her stomach. Heero was panting, shirt in disarray, eyes wide, mouth open, his own come splattered across Relena back and his pants and his shirt.
Bending down, Duo licked at Relena's ass, in little strokes then bolder ones, following the drips and juices and liquid, salt and bitter on his tongue but sweet, unrelenting. He knew the taste, knew the smell, and raised his fingers to lick them, and knew Relena, as well.
"You both taste wonderful," he whispered.
Relena yawned, stretching, her legs bent to the side, hanging off the sofa, knees on the carpet. She felt like moving, suggesting the bedroom, but was afraid the slightest word would break the spell and Duo would be gone. Perhaps if that were so, all his words, the medicines, the poison, the danger, the end: it would also be a dream, but she could feel the rough stubble of the sofa under her cheek, abrading her nipples and she knew she wanted him there.
Hands were running down her back, across her ass, sliding between her legs and massaging her clit. She buried her face against the sofa cushion, gasping, laughter bubbling in her throat at the ridiculous sensation of wriggling her hips against invisible fingers. She had no idea whose fingers were pumping in and out of her. Then they were gone and she flipped onto her back to find both Duo and Heero sucking on their fingers, looking pleased.
"Now, you," she said to Duo, and pointed.
She felt drunk, blissful, yet solid, grounded, real. Her shirt was twisted around her, bra caught in her armpits, but she couldn't be bothered to do anything. Duo's eyes were slits; he was a slim silhouette against the city sky pictures behind him, red-brown hair highlighted against red-blood-gray and heat. She felt drunk, and thought: this is what it means, and wondered why her mind skittered and jumped from image to thought. The smell of dinner and pears and sex and hunger: so strong, so wonderful.
"What about me," Duo coaxed, teasing. His hands slid up Heero's thighs, and Relena shifted again to rest her head against the loveseat's arm. Duo smiled at her, then ducked his head to lick at Heero's half-hard cock. Duo raised his head, and looked at Heero, who made a soft sound in his throat. "What about me, Relena-girl," he said again.
"We're both yours," Relena replied, and it seemed like the right thing to say. Perhaps the wrong things, the bad things, the correct things were miles distant, across a cheap blue rug and through a plate-glass window down six stories to the dirty ground below. But she was high up, high, and it didn't matter. "So you have to have both of us." She sighed and threw her arms over her head, giggling when Heero laid his hand across her crotch, thumb flicking at her clit. "We share."
"I'll share," Duo said, and it sounded like a growl in his words, a dangerous promise. "But only with you two. No one else."
"No one else," Heero said, and leaned over to kiss Duo.
Relena watched, satisfaction and smugness and pleasure; her hips rocked gently against Heero's hand, gone lax as he focused on chasing Duo's tongue. Open-mouthed, wet kisses, lips glistening in the low light.
Heero's shirt was pulled open, pushed back, pinning his arms to his sides, and he slouched on the sofa. Relena pulled her legs out of the way, folding them under her, and ran her hands across her belly: the heat was settling into her gut, radiating, and her thighs felt slick, sticky. Heero raised his hips for Duo to pull off the slacks, the boxers, sliding down muscled thighs, dark hair revealed at the juncture of thigh and hip, cock rising up from the curls.
He was beautiful. A word she could use: amazing, wonderful, but beautiful. Duo sat back, his arms going over his head to strip off his shirt and toss it aside. The movement made his shoulder blades shift beneath skin, no wartime scars like Heero's chest and hip, but smooth, muscles corded lean in broad shoulders, strong arms, fingers pressing into Heero's legs, until Duo leaned over and took Heero's cock in his mouth.
"Ah," Heero said, abruptly, and arched his back, hips jerking.
Duo's head rose and fell, and his lips pulled back, baring teeth. Duo turned to the side, gaze finding Relena, and she smiled back at him, running her hand down to cup herself, fingers prodding gently at the fiery remnants of Duo's seed. Spice and heat: yes, Heero should know this too, be marked. Duo let go of Heero's cock and came to his feet in a graceful uncoiling, not awkward but certain, powerful--Relena could see the beauty there was different from Heero's. One was consuming passion, the other a lazy strength that was strong because it had no need to flaunt. It simply was.
And she was his, and soon, so would be Heero. She realized she was holding her breath.
Duo ran his hands through Heeros' hair, gripping at the roots, and Heero tilted back his head to stare upward. Communion, communication; Heero's gaze ran down Duo and back up again, holding contact, moving forward, taking Duo's cock in his mouth. Duo groaned, a hand on Heero's head, guiding, and then nodded at Relena. When she gave him a quizzical look, he pointed to his bag, left at the end of the loveseat.
Relena flipped onto her stomach, grabbing the bag, and out fell a small jar. Duo made a noise, and she picked up the jar.
"Yes," Duo said, one hand running across Heero's face, down his jaw. Heero's hands clutched at Duo's hips, mouth spread, eyes still raised to stare at Duo, who grinned and nodded, encouraging, whispering. "That's right. Take it all, Heero-boy. Be greedy."
Relena was struck by the sound of Duo's voice, where before there had been only silence. But Heero's eyes drifted closed to the smacking of lip on flesh and sucking, Duo groaning, and Relena fumbled with her shirt, stripping off the last of her clothes before struggling with the jar, opening it up. She dropped the cap on the floor and held the jar within reach of Duo's hand, but he smiled at her, flexing his hips again, driving into Heero's mouth.
"You," Duo said, and bent over to brush a thumb across her nipple. He pulled a little, guiding her upwards to kiss him. She was on her knees, balanced awkwardly but if she fell, they would both catch her.
And then she understood what he expected, and wondered how he knew. Dipping her fingers into the jar, she used her other hand to tug at Heero's hips. Between Duo and herself, Heero shifted, springs creaking under his knees in time with Duo's grunts. And then Relena was poised, Heero's back curved to press his face into Duo's groin, ass presented, and she rubbed her finger across the little hole, watching Duo's slow, lazy smile as he continued to thrust, gentle, long, in and out of Heero's mouth.
"Yes," Duo said, and Relena pressed a finger into Heero.
Heero pulled away from Duo's cock, keening high-pitched whine, body bucking, but Relena pushed her finger in, all the way. Duo made a shushing sound, hands petting Heero's face, neck, running through his hair to guide his open mouth back to Duo's cock.
Relena could only stare, palm splayed against Heero's ass, finger buried, tight constricting heat startling frightening amazing. Broad back, muscles tightening and flexing beneath skin and scars, dark hair and golden skin. Above him towered Duo, hips thrusting, controlled, knowing, stomach coiling and contracting, broad chest, and that braid slithering across his back with each move, swaying behind him like a tail, a live thing, an echo of his movement.
She swallowed hard; wetness was running down the inside of her thighs and her finger felt like all circulation was being cut off, but it was warm, spongy, and she pulled her finger out only to press in again. Heero bucked, and she increased the pace, then impulsively added a second finger, ramming both in. It felt like the muscles in Heero's ass were about to break the slender bones, crush her, but he moaned and suddenly it was easier, easy to slide forward, wrist and arm moving against him, and he pushed against her, impaling himself, cock falling from his mouth as he cried out.
Duo growled low in his throat, a threat, and Relena pulled back as Duo spun Heero on the loveseat until he was facing Relena. Duo poised behind Heero, looking downwards. Relena grabbed her shirt from the floor, wiping her fingers and turning in time to see Heero--eyes closed, teeth on lip, scowl tense lowered brows--jerk away from Duo and upward.
"Mine," Duo snarled, and his hands were around Heero's waist, quick to cover Heero's chest to grab his shoulders, pulling him down again. Then Duo glanced at Relena before biting down on Heero's shoulder, pulling him downward. Teeth bared, flashing in the amber shadows and Heero cried out, full-throated, thrashing in Duo's grip. Relena cowered, uncertain, but she throbbed, her gut warmed, and she added her voice to Heero's cries, hands running down his chest to wrap around his cock.
"Yes, his, be his," she murmured, and had no idea why but Duo's eyes were wide and pleased and that was all she needed.
Then Heero's back arched, he cried out, drowning Duo's loud grunt. Hands clenching into fists--rising to his knees, Duo pressed into him. Sweat beads glittered on Heero's upper lip, skin-slick when Relena stroked his cock, kneeling below the two men, a prayer below idols, coaxing pleasure from Heero's taut body. Duo's hips shifted, and Heero moaned, shuddering. Duo released his bite, licking skin, hands gripping Heero's shoulders and jerking him down, rough cry torn from Heero's throat.
Snarling, Duo thrust again, fierce, harsh, and Relena skittered backwards as the two men fell forward. Heero struggled, crying out in unknown language of protest and plea while Duo rode him, pressing Heero forward into Relena's stomach, and Heero fought, writhing between them. She felt no fear, only fascination, and somehow certain Heero would not hurt her--he would cease to fight, give in, accept, receive before he'd ever risk her pain. Knowing that, she arched her back into him, pushing him up to Duo, who grinned slyly, and shoved Heero back down.
Expanse of skin, thrust and slam and skin slap on skin and she shivered at the memory of Duo within her. Heero's skin sweat and sugar against her, pressing close and she pushed Heero up and slithered down below him. He clung blindly to her, head buried in her neck--Duo leaned over him, snapping at skin, braid sliding across to thump against the sofa with each powerful thrust.
Relena caught the braid, holding on, and with her other hand reached for Heero's cock, guiding it between her legs. There was no room on the loveseat, too many legs and arms and the coarse fabric scratched her back but she could rub the head of Heero's cock against herself. Above her Heero arched his back, grunting, ramming himself backwards, chin up, mouth open breathless.
"Mine," Duo said, hoarse, commanding, and Heero cried out, jerking.
"Yours," Heero whispered.
Words caught lost in the darkness and Relena tightened her grip, rubbing furiously, hips canting arching while Duo pressed down from above. Heero's eyes flew open, unseeing, and Relena lost her grip on his cock, slithering wet and slick hot between her fingers. Duo's words became growls, pleased keening and he shuddered, pumping his hips a few more times, rocking Heero against Relena, and she cried out, lost again in a final shock riveting her body, fire along her skin.
Heero sighed, and Duo pulled him backwards, still trapped on Duo's cock. Duo's hands ran down Heero's chest, played with the dark nipples, glanced across the planes and concave and strength of Heero's stomach down to brush across black hair and limp, spent cock.
"Come here, Relena-girl," Duo said, beckoning. He held out a hand, assisting her up to a kneel, facing them; the balls of her feet were pressed tight against the arm, her knees against Heero's. "Here," and he guided her mouth to Heero's.
The kiss was tentative at first, but Heero roused, one hand wrapping around Relena's waist, pulling her close as his tongue dove into the mouth. He tasted like sweat sex bitterness and sugar blood pears. She rubbed against him, her clit throbbing, spicy heat along her thighs and she wanted more. Duo guided her motions, rocking against Heero, who moaned in the kiss and broke away, leaning backward.
Relena ran her hands down Heero's chest, and bent to suck on a nipple until he squirmed at her nipping teeth. She came up on her knees and leaned past Heero to kiss Duo, who chuckled into her mouth.
"The bed would be better, if you'll let me on it," he said, and somehow it made perfect sense for her to smile and reach around Heero to embrace Duo, running her nails down his back. He shivered, eyes shuttering, and she did it again.
"The bed," she promised, and extricated herself from the loveseat, standing over the two men.
Duo pulled backwards with a groan, and Heero turned to her, clasping her tightly, his face against her breasts. He shuddered, a soft almost-word lost in his breathing, and Relena leaned over to see Duo's fingers sliding into Heero, pumping gently before stilling, deep within Heero's ass. After a moment, Duo let his hand fall away, and moved around Heero, helping him up.
Relena had to laugh, swaying unsteadily. "My legs are wobbly," she announced. She moved out of the way for the two men to stand. "I feel dizzy."
Heero tensed, but strangely Duo did, as well. For a moment their countenances were identical: possessive, worried, protective.
"No," Relena said, waving her hands at them. She backed up, studying their figures in the half-light, the unreality of the broad window feeling like a display case. The city had watched them, silent, unforgiving and she was a pretty doll in the window for a moment. She swayed, feeling the weight, but Duo murmured something and Heero reached for her and the feeling was gone, she felt light, knew the height, reaching upward and she laughed. "I think I'm drunk," she said, "but not on pears."
Duo chuckled, and Heero joined in, leaning weakly against Duo. Relena stepped forward, wrapping her arms around both, and kissed each--chaste, lips passing across lips, rough skin and sweet taste--and leaned back to smile up at them.
"Bedroom," she told them. "I have it on good authority that I'm not likely to get pregnant from just one try."
Duo made an exasperated sound, but he was smiling; he knew the joke but he shook his head, tired. "Relena-girl, don't know if you've registered this, but Heero-boy and I are wiped out."
"I want more," Relena said, sulking. "I don't feel pregnant yet. How long can you stay?"
"Until day after tomorrow," Duo replied. "There's plenty of time--"
"Right. We can start now."
She tugged at both of them, and they stumbled forward, a creature of arms and legs and lips finding skin, sucking, nipping, laughing at the bump against wall and cool door to tumble several more steps and fall, blind, onto a bed. Relena rolled over and sat up, straddling Duo's thighs, and wrapped her hands around her breasts, holding them up as if offering. Heero grinned from where he lay by Duo, and ran a hand down the flat planes of Duo's stomach to take Duo's cock in his hand. It was soft, but hardening with the attention, and Duo pretended to groan and swat at Heero's hand.
"We are going to fuck," Relena said, and pinched her nipples. Heero's eyes were glazing, his cock hardening gradually; Duo's hands gripped her hips, and he thrust upwards, rocking the base of his cock against her pelvic bone. Relena grinned, triumphantly. "And we are going to keep doing it until I'm pregnant or you've both collapsed."
"What a way to go," Duo said, but anything else he had to say was swallowed in Heero's mouth.
Relena watched, pleased.
End Part 5
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