I don’t own the GW guys. I am poor. This story is for entertainment
only. This story contains yaoi lemon. That means guys like guys
and sex ensues. If you can’t handle that or are under 18: don’t read
this fic! Simple , ne?

Snug as a Bug

by Phoenix

Duo could hardly see. The storm was incredible. The rain made radar
almost useless and constant lightning destroyed visuals. The
only good thing about this was that the OZ soldiers hunting him weren’t
any better off. Actually, they had it worse. He had a safe
house waiting for him. Quatre said it had food and a fireplace. Just
what he needed. Especially after fighting for thirty-six hours
straight. Now if he could just find it.

Suddenly, lightning once again lit up the night, revealing a small
cabin. Finally! The pilot of Shinigami decided to land a mile from the
cabin and walk. If any soldiers were at or near the safehouse, he would
spot them. No sense in surviving this long only to be killed by
a startled guard.

Thirty minutes later found Duo at the cabin’s door. He was soaked to the
skin and had lost all feeling in his limbs.

"Next time, I risk getting s-s-shot," Duo stuttered. The door opened
easily. Good thing too. Duo had very little strength left.

The cabin was warmer than Duo expected. Staggering, the young pilot felt
along the wall trying to find a light switch. Nothing. With a
sigh, he let his eyes adjust to the dark. Most of the room couldn’t be
fathomed. Shadows ruled the house. Giving up, Duo began to
carefully navigate the room.

Eventually, he found a coffee table. Rather, his shin found a coffee
table.

"Ow," Duo yelped, sinking to his knees. "Damn it. Who put that there?"
For several moments all he could do was shiver
uncontrollably. "Shit. I better get these wet clothes off or I’m going
to freeze."

His hands were shaking so bad it took several minutes to remove his
shirt. "That would be rich. Survive three years of war to die of
hypothermia." Duo leaned against the table. "Maybe I should just die.
Not like anyone would miss me and I’m so tired." He choked
back a sob.

How long had it been? Two years. Two years since Wufei died. He’d been
trapped on a base and chose to self-destruct. Unlike Heero,
Wufei didn’t survive. His death changed everything.

Quatre and Trowa became attached at the hip. Neither let the other take
a mission unless they went as well. Heero left. His and Duo’s
relationship had been new and Heero told Duo not to come near him again.
The Perfect Solider said he wouldn’t be able to outlive Duo
or complete his mission if he had to worry about the braided pilot.
Simple for him, but it left Duo alone. So very alone.

"God Wu. Do you have any idea how much we miss you? Why’d you have to go
and kill yourself? We were only a few minutes away.
If only your radio hadn’t been destroyed. If only you’d had more faith
in us. If only...if only...too many damn if onlys." Duo was really
crying now. Tears streamed from closed eyes. "Why does everyone I care
about leave me?" He shouted. "Why do I keep trying when
there isn’t anything left worth fighting for?"

Finally, the cold drove Duo into action. Rubbing his eyes, he stood.
There was a fireplace somewhere.

"Boys don’t cry," he reminded himself. "Sorry about that Wu. I’m just
really tired and lonely right now. It’ll never happen again. Never
yell at one of your best friends. That’s my motto." Wufei was the only
person the pilot had to talk to anymore. Besides, since Wu was
dead, he never argued or talked back. Now where was that fireplace?

Feeling along the table led Duo to the couch. It was thread bare, but a
very large blanket lay bunched in the middle. Once he got a fire
going the blanket would be wonderful. Thinking, Duo decided most people
would put the couch in front of the fireplace. All he needed
was to turn around. Quatre had assured him there was firewood. Almost
there.

Dimly, the young man could see the outline of a fireplace. The flue
might be closed; no one in their right minds left it open for long. He
stretched his hand out. Most flue handles were inside the fireplace,
however when Duo’s hand reached opening of the fireplace, he
felt tremendous heat.

"What the hell?"

The cover was in place. With trembling hands, Duo opened it. Inside the
fireplace, a blazing fire warmed and illuminated the room.
Someone was here!

Instinct drove Duo to reach for the gun in his waistband. Exhaustion
slowed his movements though and two figures tackled him. The
fight was over almost before it started. Duo found himself held against
a naked chest by powerful arms. Another figure held his legs.

"He’s freezing," a voice behind him declared.

"He’s rather wet at this end," another voice remarked dryly.

Duo looked his captors in the face. As cold as he was, his blood ran
even colder. Zechs Marquise was the man behind him and Treize
Khushrenada held his legs. He’d been caught by the two most dangerous
men in OZ.

Treize had seized control of the Romefeller foundation during the first
year of the war. With Zechs at his side, the General turned OZ
into a force that, only two years later, controlled almost all of the
world. The chances of escaping these men was minimal at best. Duo
would be taken to a base and tortured for information about the other
pilots. It didn’t matter; he knew nothing about the others or
where they were. Maybe this being alone did have a bright side.

Still, questions crowded his mind. How did they know he’d be here? Why
hadn’t they attacked him earlier? Where were the other
soldiers? Where were their mechs? Did they see where his was hidden? But
the question that really needed an answer was: Why
didn’t they have shirts on?

"Let me go," Duo ordered. It should have sounded strong, but the order
came out weak and tired; exactly how Duo felt. Zechs was
holding Duo’s arms crossed over his chest and Treize was sitting on his
legs. Getting leverage to dislodge the pair didn’t seem
possible.

"I don’t think so. You are tired and cold. If we let you go, you would
try to leave. The effort would be your death." Treize reasoned.

"And deprive you of your prize," Duo snapped.

"Prize?" Treize raised a fine eyebrow. "And exactly who is our prize?"
Duo glared at him for an answer.

"Long, beautiful, braided hair, pretty violet eyes, and a priest’s
outfit." Zechs listed. "This must be Duo Maxwell, sir."

Both men’s eyes took on a glint Duo didn’t like.

"You have caused us more problems than the other pilots combined, Mr.
Maxwell." Treize said evenly.

Duo started thrashing again. They probably meant to begin questioning
right here. There was no way Duo was going to cooperate.
Once again the young pilot’s physical state worked against him. He
twisted and threw his body in every direction he could think of
and never even managed to bruise either man, much less get free.
Finally, he lay shivering and exhausted in Zechs’ arms.

"You are a stubborn one aren’t you," Treize commented more than
questioned; Duo could hear laughter in his voice.

"Very spirited," Zechs added. A definite smile played on the man’s lips.
"Remind you of anyone, sir?"

"Oh, yes."

Duo just glared and tried to catch his breath. The way these two were
looking at him gave Duo the creeps; it was too damn
possessive. Suddenly, his body began shivering so bad it must have
looked like convulsions. So cold.

"Easy, Mr. Maxwell," Treize said as he slipped off Duo’s legs and began
to remove the pilot’s soaked pants. Duo lashed out, all
rational thought gone as he felt hands where none should be.

"Enough," Treize thundered in his best General’s voice. Sheer instinct
caused Duo to still long enough for Treize to succeed in
removing the pants. Realizing his pants were gone, the shaking young man
pulled his legs tightly against his body. Zechs and Treize
just stared for a few minutes.

The most troublesome of the pilots, the one who called himself Death and
left no survivors behind, was wearing black boxers with little
pink bunnies. The two hardened soldiers found themselves shaking with
laughter. Duo was not so amused.

"Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?" He demanded. "I don’t
know anything worth knowing." Torture he could deal with,
embarrassment was another matter.

"We have no intention of harming you, Mr. Maxwell," Treize began. "I
purpose a truce. You need to get warmed up and we need to
rest. I must admit, chasing you is very hard work. Therefore, to meet
both our needs, here is what I suggest." He paused to see if the
pilot was listening. He was. "We share the blanket and the warmth from
the fire. In the morning, you go to your Gundam and we go to
our mechs. It will be a fair fight. However, for tonight there is no war
and we are not enemies. Agreed?"

Duo tried to find the flaw in the older man’s logic. Surely he wouldn’t
really just let him go. Yet what choice did Duo have? He was
more dead than alive and really had nothing to lose.

"Fine," Duo grated between chattering teeth.

The men quickly arranged the couch cushions to provide a sleeping area
in front of the fire. They placed Duo between them and pulled
the blanket snugly around the trio. Duo had just started to relax when
he felt both men begin to remove their pants.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" the Gundam pilot squeaked.

"Merely removing some wet clothes, Mr. Maxwell," Treize calmly
proclaimed. "We seem to have gotten quite damp while holding on to
you."

"Oh." Duo forced himself to relax. It wasn’t easy. Two beautiful men lay
on either side of him, their bodies pressing against his. Their
warmth was wonderful, but a terrible temptation for the lonely pilot.
Then Duo felt something that sent his hormones into overdrive
and panic flowing through his veins. Nether man had a stitch of clothing
on.

A hand began to gently work through his hair, undoing the braid. Another
began the work it’s way down his chest. Without warning,
a leg from either side wrapped around his and pulled them apart.

‘I am in trouble,’ Duo thought. Both the hand in his hair and the one on
his chest wove a sensual pattern heating his blood. ‘I should
tell them to stop. They’re my enemies. They run the organization I’m
trying to destroy. But, God, it’s been so long.’ So long since
anyone had touched him with anything except violence. So long since he’d
actually felt good or been with someone.

A hand brushed along the upper edge of his boxers and the pilot
stiffened in shock. Immediately, the older men stopped. Treize took
one look at the trembling figure next to him and sighed.

"I am sorry, Mr. Maxwell. Your profile suggested you would not be
adverse to this sort of thing. Neither Zechs nor myself will touch
you again. You have my word." It was a real shame. The pilot was truly
irresistible with his hair down. A strange thing happened,
however, when Treize tried to remove his hand; the pilot grasped it a
painful grip. The OZ general found himself looking into a pair of
confused violet eyes.

"If I say no..."

"You will still be free to go in the morning," Treize interrupted, just
a little anger in his tone. "I am not in the habit of forcing myself on
beautiful young men."

"Unless of course they ask him to," Zechs quipped. Treize shot him a
look, but it held little heat.

For several moments, Duo stared at the men. What should he do? His body
desperately wanted this, but his heart and mind had
doubts. How could this possibly be right? What finally decided the young
man wasn’t his body, heart, or mind; it was the men beside
him. Neither had moved since the conversation began. They really weren’t
going to force the issue. With something like awe in his
eyes, Duo released Treize’s hand and leaned forward to kiss the leader
of OZ.

The consent was enough to send both men into action. Treize’s mouth
devoured Duo’s. Zechs surged up behind Duo and the pilot
lost his boxers in record time. Zechs’s hands continued to caress the
chestnut hair while he placed tender kisses along its owner’s
back. The General’s hands were not idle either. Duo could feel one
playing with his nipple and the other slowly slid between his legs.

"God," Duo all but whimpered when Treize broke the kiss.

"Are we going too fast?" he asked.

"No, it’s just been a long time."

"How long?"

"Over two years."

Zechs and Treize shared a look. "Then we should make this last," the
blond officer rasped into Duo’s ear and then nibbled on it. After
that very little conversation filled the room.

Skillful hands roamed over the body of Deathscythe’s pilot. Twice Duo
tried to join his partners only to have his hands pushed away.
It was clear they intended to run the show. Duo chose not to argue. Very
little strength remained in him and passion was just about the
only thing keeping him awake.

Treize’s mouth moved down Duo’s chin and his tongue began to play with a
nipple before moving further down. Behind him, Zechs
followed suit. Before Duo knew what was happening, Treize engulfed his
erection and Zechs spread his cheeks and penetrated him
with his tongue.

Duo’s mouth opened in a silent cry. His hands blindly grabbed Treize’s
hair. He had to stop them...he couldn’t handle this much
sensation...he was going to...with a shudder Duo came. Pleasure rolled
over him in waves. Darkness stole the Gundam pilot’s vision for
a few delicious moments.

Treize smiled down at the slumped young man in his arms. Passionate
indeed. Zechs claimed Treize’s mouth in celebration. They had
been through so much together it sometimes surprised him they were still
a couple. He mouthed the word ‘slower’ to his blond lover as
Duo started to stir. No need to rush. Especially, if he wanted the
desired result in the morning.

Treize wondered absently what it would be like to have the pilot inside
him. Well, no reason he shouldn’t find out. Idea firmly in mind,
the man waited for Duo to become fully aware once more.

Violet eyes opened to find smiling blue ones. The General seemed very
happy considering he hadn’t had much fun yet. Duo opened
his mouth to apologize for what happened and found the older man’s
tongue exploring his tonsils.

Hands pulled him into a kneeling position. The American felt himself
pulled backward until he was straddling Zechs’ lap, his legs on
either side of the man’s thighs. A piece of flesh poked him in the back
and he moaned, imagining where that flesh would soon be.

Zechs pushed one well-lubricated finger into the pilot. Duo arched
against Treize. The older man caressed Duo’s chest and devoured
his mouth. At the same time, the older man guided one of Duo’s hands to
his opening. Violet eyes stared at him in shock.

"Please," Treize breathed in the American’s ear.

Duo quickly found what he needed. Even as Zechs inserted a second
finger, Duo pushed one of his into Treize. The man uttered the
most wonderful groan the young man had ever heard and he echoed it a
second later when Zechs hit that spot inside him.

The three quickly found a rhythm. Duo pushed back onto the longhaired
blond’s fingers as Treize pushed forward onto his. Zechs
waited for Duo to stretch his lover out properly; while waiting, he
moved his fingers within the younger man solely to drive his
passion higher. It worked. By the time Treize was ready, Duo couldn’t
think straight.

Treize placed his legs on either side of Duo as the pilot positioned
himself. With a ragged moan, Duo thrust into the man he had orders
to kill on sight. It felt so good. Treize’s muscles clamped down on him
in a rhythmic pattern. Was the man doing it on purpose? Just
when he was certain he’d reached his limit, Zechs entered him.

‘Ooohhh," Duo groaned leaning his head against the tall blond’s chest.

Zechs chuckled. It had been a long time since anyone reacted like that
to him. The American was a beautiful vision to behold. That
lithe, tightly muscled body trapped between the two older men’s, his
silky hair brushing over their bodies. The pilot of Epyon pulled
fully out of the delicious body and pushed back in. His reward was
another enticing sound from Duo who began to find his own
rhythm with Treize.

Sounds of passion and pleasure filled the cabin creating a counterpoint
to the storm outside. Treize clung to Duo as the young man hit
that special spot inside him with every rock of his hips. Not even Zechs
could manage such a thing. For his part, Duo’s hands held
Treize’s hips steady, wanting only to make this last forever. Zechs had
one arm around Duo’s waist while the other stroked his
general’s erection. The chestnut haired pilot seemed lost in the
sensations the two older men carefully wove around him. Perfect.

The three’s movements sped up as their senses began to overload. Every
touch and caress burned along already strained nerves.
Every movement sent them stampeding toward completion. Finally, three
bodies claimed each other in the most intimate way possible.

Duo came first. It set off a chain reaction. The feel of Duo filling him
sent Treize over the edge with an incoherent cry. His arms crushed
the young pilot to him. Zechs followed the two only seconds later. For
long minutes no one moved. Duo slumped against the OZ
leader who in turn gently cradled his exhausted body. Zechs held both of
them in a possessive hug.

"Zechs," Treize murmured at some length.

"Yes, sir."

"In the morning, recall all troops. Send out our surrender."

"Yes, sir." Zechs didn’t even bother to argue. He knew what his
commander had in mind and agreed wholeheartedly. Duo was another
matter.

"What the hell do you mean, surrender?" The pilot of Shinigami demanded.
What were these two up to? They’d probably try to feed
him some line or something.

Treize, however, looked Duo in the face and met his eyes. Duo found he
couldn’t look away; there was so much pain in that gaze.

"Duo, what I am about to tell you is a very personal thing. Listen very
carefully." Treize took a deep breath. "At the beginning of the
war, Zechs and I had the fortune to meet and fall in love with a truly
remarkable man. He was passionate, determined, and in so much
pain. Our love existed outside the war. When we were together, nothing
else mattered but each other. It was so wonderful none of us
thought it could ever end, but it did."

Zechs continued. "We were very foolish, Duo. We thought we would all get
through the war and be together afterwards. Imagine our
surprise when we got the report announcing his death by his own hand."

"Wufei," Duo breathed, not quite believing it. This would explain many
things about the former pilot, though.

"Yes," Treize said, taking over the story again. "We couldn’t accept it.
I took over the Romefeller Foundation shortly after. You see,
losing him changed everything for us. We wanted the war over and done
with; all memory of him gone."

"It just hurt too much to bare," Zechs whispered. Shock silenced Duo.
These men really had loved Wufei. They really had.

"This cabin is where we used to meet. This is where we spent our first
night together. Seeing you here was quite a shock," Treize
explained. "Imagine our surprise to find you here. You who are
passionate, determined, and in so much pain." The older man sighed. "I
lost one love to my foolishness; I will not lose another."

"You...but we just met...you can’t possibly," Duo stuttered. They
couldn’t mean they loved him. Could they?

"I know what I feel," The OZ leader calmly stated. "You are free to go
in the morning. Truthfully, I never expected this to happen and
will understand if you have no wish to ever see us again."

"But if you do," Zechs interjected while nibbling on Duo’s ear, "Treize
is the ruler of his own country. We are not going to surrender
and I doubt many people will want to fight over the issue. All OZ troops
will withdraw to what used to be called Russia. Do you think
we could offer the best of our officers to Relena as trainees for
Preventers? It would make a wonderful peace offering."

"Of course," the other man agreed. "You will always have a place in my
country if you want it, Duo." The man tightened his arms
around Duo. "I have once more found something precious and I will not
risk losing it again. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, but," Duo paused. How did he say what he felt? How could he be
feeling what he felt? Best just to say it and hope. "If you do
this, surrender I mean, and give all the conquered countries back to
their rightful, Pacifist leaders, I will be out of a job. I’ll have no
source of income. You can look forward to having a house guest for as
long as you can stand him." There he’d said it. Maybe this was
insane, but Duo had been hurt and lonely and these two had given him
comfort. If they did what they promised, the young pilot had
no reservations about trying to hang on to something good.

"That would be wonderful," Zechs commented just before he seized Duo’s
mouth for an extended kiss. Before the younger man knew
what was going on, he was once again part of an intricate pattern of
pleasure.

In the morning, OZ would indeed surrender. Treize and Zechs were not
going to make the same mistake twice. The war had gone on
too long, anyway. Love is a funny thing. In some cases it takes forever
to bloom and in others souls touch the first time people meet.

In a dark corner of the room, two figures stood looking at the rather
involved trio before them. One was female and the other male. The
strangest thing about them, besides their voyeuristic tendencies was
that they were see-through.

"Thank you, wife," the male spoke.

"I have a name, Wufei. And you are welcome." The female said. "They were
all in so much pain. Such a waste though. I can see why
you had feelings for all of them."

"Now wait just a minute," Wufei blustered. "I was only in love with
Treize and Zechs. Duo was just a friend...and when did you know
about us?" Wufei’s face turned bright red.

"Oh, husband," the woman laughed, "I always knew. Who do you think got
you together in the first place."

"Then you aren’t disgusted by what we did? By what I am?"

"I love you, Wufei. Nothing will ever change that. Besides, you needed
someone and they needed someone. It was perfect. Then you
went and died." Meiran sighed. "Still, you showed them how to really
love. I am proud of you, husband."

"Will they ever know we manipulated them into this?"

"After they die. Do you think they will be upset?"

"Depends." Wufei turned to his wife, his face a mask of concern and
fear. "They will be good for each other won’t they? Duo won’t
get hurt?"

"They will love him as much as they loved you. Duo will love them just
as much in return. Now, let’s leave the group alone; they’re
getting involved again." Indeed they were and would be for some time to
come. No pun intended.

The end
 

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