Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Perfect ( Chapter 9 )

Emancipation

Thanatos-Aire

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(Note: This chapter includes a brief scene containing DPA, however vague. If it makes you that uncomfortable, you could skip this chapter, I guess, but it is kinda an important chapter that ties in a lot, later on, so…)

IX. Perfect.

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He looks at me evenly. “Duo wants to know where your handcuffs are.” he repeats. “His are at work and mine still haven't been fixed since that drug ring assignment three weeks ago.”

“Why does Duo want my handcuffs? What does he need them for?”

My laptop's been in sleep mode for the past sixteen minutes. I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing, since maybe Trowa would see my project and offer help. But I'm not thinking about that too much at the moment: Trowa is standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of Duo's cut-off jean shorts.

The button isn't even done, they're so tight.

Trowa notices my gaze and tosses back his hair. “That,” he says, in a low voice. My eyes snap up to his face to find a small smile. He tilts his head down to look at me through dark lashes. “Duo wants to cuff you to the bed. If he can't get the handcuffs, he's resorting to the nylon rope from the rock-climbing gear and--”

“Like hell he's giving me friction-burn with those ropes.” I stand up and cross to him, slipping my index fingers into the beltloops at his hips to drag him against me as our mouths crush together. His long hand cups one of my shoulder-blades as the other moves down to my butt. “If Duo wants me tied to the bed, where exactly does he want you?”

“As the other bread-slice in a sex sandwich,” comes a teasing voice from the doorway behind Trowa. “I'm the meat of course.”

I raise an eyebrow but Trowa just nods, looking down with a slight blush. It's obvious he wants to join in, but he still can't voice it. Another reason I want to track his bastards down like Duo's.

He gets another small kiss before I let go to grab a handful of Duo's naked rear as I pass by to the closet. He squeaks, surprised, but Trowa chuckles and replies how he should have seen it coming. I rummage through my workbag in the closet and find two pairs of metal cuffs.

Duo's grin grows bigger and a bit evil. “Two? That's even better.”

Ten minutes later, Trowa and I are naked once again and giving each other matching looks of wariness. Our wrists have been cuffed to the other's, my left to his right and his left to my right as we face each other. He's kneeling over me as I lie on the big bed, and Duo's wriggling in in-between us now that he's finally done with the vaseline just outside my sight.

“This is perfect,” he murmurs, licking and nipping all the flesh he can as he positions himself in the middle. He pushes back against Trowa who sits on his heels to wait. But then, unexpectedly, our braided lover sits down on me.

“What?” Trowa asks. I would have too, but Duo's sudden heat enveloping me is a bit startling.

He just grins and careens his neck back to kiss Trowa, a gummy hand moving back towards those pale hips behind his own. Duo leans forward as he pulls Tro down, and for a moment I think he's going make me middle, but instead, Tro comes up behind me and pushes in beside me.

Duo groans, face pressed into my chest. Trowa and I make similar noises: it's so tight…

“Yeah…” he mutters, breathing heavily. “This is perfect.”

Trowa and I look at each other over a narrow shoulder and suddenly I understand. Both of us inside him: Duo is loved by the two of us, and this is a sort of tangible reflection of that.

I move one cuffed hand down to hold Tro's hip as Duo rocks up slowly, and his attached hand rests ontop of mine, giving it a little squeeze.

It is perfect.

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to be continued