I don't own the GW guys. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only.
Heero and Trowa lay in bed talking. As usual, the subject of conversation was a certain longhaired idiot. No matter how many times they discussed him, the lovers always chose to think of Duo as straight. The silent pilots knew their own darkness and didn't want to involve him with it; yet, every night after making love, they spoke of him.
Trowa wanted to feel the braided pilot move inside of him. Heero wanted to claim Duo feel his entire body rock with his thrusts. They realized Duo may not even be interested, but the fantasies persisted. Matters were further complicated by a new mission. The pilots would attend a school to discover is OZ was using to recruit pilots. It would be Heero, Trowa, and Duo sharing a room. The two men chose to think of this as a sign. Before the mission was over, they would own Duo. No, they decided, own was the wrong word. While Duo would be theirs, it would be his choice. No force could ever enter into this. Sighing, the two men slept in each other's arms, dreaming of all the things they would do to Duo when they finally got him alone.
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Phoenix
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