Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Two Guys and a Girl ❯ One-Shot

Nope. GW and its characters are not mine. They respectively belong to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency Bandai, etc.

I took an older fic of mine, Trowa's Love Trilogy, revamped it a lot and am posting it now as a one shot.

This fic deals with the aspect of bi-sexuality, namely on the part of Trowa and Quatre. Relena is in here most definitely and by the end of this story they will all be having a threesome. There will be graphic sex in this as well.

This is a 3xR lemon and turns into a 3x4xR lemon. This fic contains no yaoi lemon itself but a little yaoi lime.

You've been warned.

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Towa walked down the street, and as usual was looking at the ground thinking about everything that had happened to him since before this whole bloody mess of a war began. It was times like this, while alone, that his mind often wondered what he might have been like if he had not been separated from his family and raised by militias, or met the real Trowa Barton or… The wind, along with his thoughts, was suddenly knocked out of him as he fell to the ground on his ass.

"Oh my god! Are you all right?"

Trowa shook his head and took a deep breath as he looked up, green eyes locking onto blue eyes. He took the girl's extended hand and allowed her to help him up.

"I am so sorry. I was chasing my dog and he got away. I saw you and tried to stop in time but I couldn't. So, are, you all right."

"Huh? Yea. I'm fine."

The girl sighed as she ran her fingers through her long ash blonde hair. "That dog is so hyper. I suppose he'll come home when he's ready."

Trowa wasn't quite sure what to say because he was feeling a little strange around this girl, as if he'd met her once before. His eyes widened as realization of who it was kicked in. "Relena?"

She tilted her head and bit her lip while looking at him. Soon her own eyes were wide as she clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god! Trowa Barton?"

He swallowed a lump in his throat finding he could only nod his head.

She blew out a breath. "Now I feel really ridiculous. Once again, I'm so sorry. Why don't you let me make it up to you?"

"No. That's really not necessary. I'm okay."

She grabbed his arm and started dragging him. "Nonsense. At least let me buy you a cup of coffee. There's a great place just around the corner."

Something in him didn't want to fight her so he allowed himself to be led by her.

They sat down in a corner booth and Relena sighed again. "What a beautiful day. So what brings you down this way, Trowa? I haven't seen anything advertising the circus being in town."

"I just needed to get away for a while. I love having a place to call home, but sometimes I feel the need to just get away from it all awhile."

She placed her clasped hands under her chin. "I can relate. I'm on an permanent leave of absence or as what I like to think of it, as retirement."

"I heard you were thinking of retiring, I just didn't think you actually would."

"Well, I've held the position for five years, right?" She replied. "Everything is basically settled. I'm twenty years old Trowa. I didn't want to wake up one-day aged and tired wondering where the years went. Let's face it Trowa, surviving this war had made us all old before our times. We should learn to let go and have a little fun, eh? They say a person is only young once."

Trowa cracked a smile. She was refreshingly cheerful, unlike the serious, forlorn girl he had met a few years before. Maybe there was something to this "letting go" of the past idea.

The waitress came up to the table, pen and pad in hand. "What can I get for you two?"

"A coffee please. Trowa?"

"Coffee's fine, thanks."

He had allowed her to do most of the talking. He never really had much to say, besides, he just liked the sound of her voice. About twenty minutes later, they finished their cafés. She rose from her side of the table.

"Ready to go?"

He drew back and cocked a brow, suddenly interested. "Where?"

"My place. Maybe my dog came home."

"Sure why not."

They came to the entrance of her apartment complex. There was no dog.

"Maybe he's gone for good this time."

Trowa noticed her demeanor changed and knew she was worried. "Most dogs are smart. I'm sure he can find his way. Well, thanks for the drink."

He began to walk away when she grabbed his arm again. "Not so fast. I'll show you my place." He had no reason to argue so he followed her once again.

Her apartment was quite large, decorated in shades burgundy and mauve. "Welcome to my humble abode. Have a seat." He sat down on her sofa and felt like he sank five feet. "Something to eat or drink?" Relena asked from the kitchen.

"I'm fine."

She got herself a glass of water before slumping down beside him. She handed him the remote.

"Here. Maybe there's something on t. v. He clicked the buttons through the various channels but nothing really interested him, he didn't watch t. v. much. He was too busy trying to save the universe.

She put his arm around her and he felt her snuggling up to him, her head on his shoulder and she sighed again. His mouth went dry and he began to sweat even though he enjoyed the feeling of her next to him. Her hair smelled like lilacs, it was quite nice.

"Trowa." Her voice suddenly had taken on a whispery silky tone. "Do you know the real reason I had you come up here?"

"To watch t. v.?" He all of a sudden felt quite dumb.

"No silly", she giggled, playfully punching him in the gut. "I want us to fuck."

Trowa's head started spinning and his mind went blank and panic began to set in on this "grace under pressure" kinda guy. What had happened to the Relena he had remembered? True, she always been bold and went after what she wanted but had she always been so aggressive? Besides, there was the fact he had never really been intimate with a girl before. He'd had plenty of experiences with men, but women? Was he even attracted to women? He guessed he was, having snuck quick peeks at Penthouse and Hustlers he'd always found lying around at Duo's.

His uncertainty must have shown through because he heard Relena asking him the question he'd was afraid of.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

Trowa could say nothing.

"Oh my god, you haven't. And I'm just embarrassing the hell out of you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Trowa began, needing a breath of fresh air all of a sudden. "I really have to go, and I've got..."

Her finger on his lips stopped him from speaking further. "It doesn't bother me at all. Life is full of experiences."

She smiled sweetly and began stroking his cheek, her face inching closer until her lips met his. Electric bolts ran through Trowa's body and instinctively he began to kiss her back, enjoying the little duel of their tongues. Her fingers began to unbutton his shirt and glide over his chest, her nails causing just the right amount of friction needed to delight.

Her kiss left his lips swollen and bruised and found their way to his ear. "Please touch me Trowa. Don't be afraid. Just follow you're instincts."

Her voice was a mere whisper and her hot breathe on his neck made him shiver slightly, his instincts? Unsure, he slid his hands up under the back of her shirt. Stroking her, he noticed how warm and soft her skin was. He'd never realized human skin could feel so, wonderful.

Relena reached her arms around her back, unhooking her bra and pulled both it and her shirt over her head. She leaned back, giving Trowa one of the most beautiful sights he'd seen in his short life. Real breasts were definitely better than anything he'd ever seen in one of Duo's porno mags. The perky orbs looked so creamy white and lush, their centers tinted pink, like the sweetest cherry candies.

He began to freeze again, being brought back to reality by another of her gentle kisses. He noticed she had moved his hand to the front of her and he had her breasts cupped in his palms. He began rubbing his thumbs across her hardened nipples, revealing in the soft firm pliability of what breasts were. He decided then and there that, breasts were good.

He heard her moaning, as their kiss grew more intense. He felt his pants grow a little tighter as she must have too because she slid off of him and rose to her feet. She extended out her hand. "Let's go to the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable."

He squeaked out a small, "Sure".

Upon entering her bedroom, she closed the door, pinning him against the back of it. She wrapped one of her arms around his neck, pulling him down and locking him in another kiss. With her free hand she tugged at the belt of his pants. Without her having to say a word, he in turn began to unzip the back of her skirt, sliding it and her panties down over her hips where they fell in a pile at their feet along with his pants and boxer briefs coming to the realization that they were both now naked, and no longer the least bit embarrassed.

Relena 's lips and teeth began kissing and nipping a wet trail down his neck. Trowa caught his breath as her lips curled over one of his nipples, suckling it. She gave attention to the other one as well, as her skilled hands busied themselves grasping and stroking his manhood into a sexual frenzy. Her tongue continued its journey down the rest of his torso and finally stopped at the tip of his girth. Her tongue lashed out like a hot whip, licking it twice before taking it into her mouth and down her throat, pumping up and down the entire length of him.

He let out a groan of frustrated pleasure as he could feel sweat beginning to form on his brow. "Fuck Relena." The words came out dry and hoarse. He looked down, hearing her giggle.

Looking up at him, she winked and smiled. "That'll "come" soon enough. And so will we."

Anticipation set in him as he released a slow breath, understanding her perfectly. She rose to her feet and balancing herself on her tiptoes, she kissed his chin. Then, taking his hands in her own she began to take a few steps back, pulling him along.

Once they were at the edge of the bed, she flicked on the bedside lamp, and let go of him to lie back on it. Trowa took in the flushed pink of her pale skin and her temple, a single finger twirling a strand of her light hair, casually curled the way one of her hand.

Her eyes lingered on him as well, taking in all of his form. "I like what I see." She breathed.

Trowa swallowed hard. "Like wise," his mind could form no other words, though his thoughts raced a mile a minute. He was a soldier, a pilot who once flew a gundam, and a man who had killed and come near death several times, yet he could find no words to say to this girl. No words for this girl who was offering herself to him. No words for this girl, who looked lovelier than anything he'd seen in a long time. She raised her hand that was nearest him, palm open in invitation for him to come to her. His mistress was beckoning to him and he could only heed her call.

Kneeling down on the mattress, he straightened his body to lie down on his side, propping his torso up with his elbow, as his hand that was unpinned, lay flat between Relena's breasts. Her breathing was steady, but he could feel her heart pounding, as much as his own. He leaned over her then, and kissed her deeply, as an overwhelming urge took over his mind and his body. His hand continued its exploration of her as his lips began suckling on one of her swollen nipples. He stroked the soft, curly hair of her pubic region, and as he slipped his finger in between the folds of her vulva, he felt a little fleshy nub and pressed his index finger against it. He had very little knowledge of the female anatomy but if his instincts were right, her erotic moans told him she was enjoying whatever it was he was doing. He massaged that same nub as he had her nipples earlier.

"I can't believe you've never done this before?" Her voice was strained with sexual desire.

He was silent, but smiled inwardly at her compliment as he slid two of his fingers deep inside of, what he had heard girls call their secret place. She caught her breath and shifted her hips. Her canal felt warm, moist and inviting to his fingertips, which he found very nice and comforting.

After a few well-placed strokes, he eased his digits out of her and brought his hand close to his face, rubbing the clear, gel like substance between his thumb and fingers. Trowa smelled it and tasted it and quickly found that he wanted more. So bringing his face down to the level of her womanhood, he opened her gently with his fingers, catching the fleshly nub between his teeth and began lapping at it hungrily with his tongue. Relena released a half moan, half scream of the young pilots name, curling her fingers into his hair, tugging upward gently until he climbed up her body and kissed her again.

She tore away from his lips and begged into his ear. "God damn it Trowa. Do it now."

He silently nodded and raised himself up on his arms, positioning himself above her quivering body. She held his sex in her hand and guided him inside of her. Slowly he allowed himself to penetrate her, as if not wanting to ruin this moment, all the while relishing in all of the sweet agony that just this one stroke into her tight and silky wetness gave him; he began to thrust against her.

Relena's legs wrapped around his back and he could feel her heels press lightly into his spine as she matched his rhythm and speed. He hissed her name, his member beginning to ache with wanton release as beads of sweat began dripping down his nose. He shut his eyes tight clinging to her as close as he possibly could without crushing her. The tips of her fingernails felt like tiny daggers digging into his back, but the pain only added to his pleasure. Finding he could no longer hold back, he released himself inside of her as a throaty growl escaped his throat. His body only stopped momentarily before violently ramming into her three more times, emptying himself into her completely. He opened his eyes and noticed his full weight on top of her and tried rolling off, afraid he would suffocate her, but she locked her legs around him.

"Not yet, Trowa. Not yet."

Relaxing completely, he laid his head down on her shoulder and closed his eyes a satisfactory moan came from his sated body as her fingers smoothed his damps bangs from his face. "I never knew…"

His head bounced off her body a little when she chuckled. "That's why it's important to try new experiences I guess."

He silently agreed with her and nodded.

"I think I got a little carried away. I didn't mean to scratch your back, or bite your shoulder."

"Huh?" He unsuccessfully tried to look at his back and shoulder; he hadn't even noticed the stinging pain. "They'll heal." He rolled off of her as she began to climb out of bed.

"At least let me get you something to clean those."

He winced, just a little as she dabbed his back with antiseptic drenched cotton balls. They were still naked, but then there was no reason for them to be modest anymore.

She inhaled, the air seething through her teeth. "Some of those look nasty. I guess I don't know my own strength."

"There's nothing wrong with a strong woman Relena."

She stopped for a second. "You're one of the few men who think that way." Closing up the bottle, she placed it on the nightstand, and then began blowing on his back, taking away the stinging of the scratches, but bringing on the shivers of delight, for him. "Does that feel better?"

"Much better. Thank You."

She slinked around him and onto his lap. Her arms went around him, careful not to touch any of the lacerations on his back. She bit her lips and fluttered her lashes. "You aren't in too much discomfort to do it all again are you?"

He smiled. "I think I'll be just fine." As he wrapped his own arms around her, pulling her to him for a much needed kiss.

~Three weeks later~

"So, is this friend of yours you wanted me to meet from the circus?"

"No." Trowa looked down at his friend... just come out and say it. "To tell you the truth Quatre. This friend is a girl. And you know her too."

Blue eyes grew wide and moving legs came to a halt, and so did Trowa as he was latched onto and yanked back by the Arab boy. "What girls do we both know other then Catherine and Lady Une?" His eyes grew a little wide. "Relena?"

Trowa took a step back just in case he had to catch the teetering Quatre. The ex-Heavyarms pilot ran a hand through his hair. "It's a little complicated. I've been kind of seeing her." Trowa was relieved to see his blonde companion remaining calm.

"Seeing, as in let's get lunch or seeing as in let's have sex?"

Trowa averted his eyes, telling Quatre all he needed to know. The young blonde man blinked with interest. "I shouldn't be surprised."

"But, she doesn't know I'm sort of seeing you either. She knows I've been with guys, but not you."

He sighed in resignation and drew himself up straight. "It's not like we're an "official" couple or anything. You couldn't even say we were dating come to think of it. But now I'm curious as to what Relena has, that's gotten you so hooked all of a sudden."

Trowa allowed himself to breathe. Quatre was taking this much better then he thought he would, but then again, Quatre was not the emotional basket case that many people had always thought him to be; he decided it was time to drop the real bombshell.

"Quatre. I, want you, to, um, have sex with her."

This time Trowa really did have to catch Quatre as he stumbled over his feet.

"But, I've never...I mean, with a girl?"

Trowa looked him in the eye. "But you've thought about it, I know you have. Or was the time you stayed up late to watch the swimsuit model search just a coincidence?"

"Well, um, okay, I've thought about it, sure, but, I've never really...why is it just because a guy has twenty-nine sisters they think he's comfortable around women?"

"So, this is your opportunity to find out. If, you're like me and like girls as much as boys."

"Well, we are talking about Relena here. She's a sweet girl and pretty too. I trust her, and at one time we were good friends, until she left the lime light." He took a deep breath as if reaffirming his decision. "Okay, I'll do it."

~Ten minutes later~

They soon found themselves standing in front of Relena's apartment. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Quatre taking a deep breath and counting to ten.

He felt a little sorry for him. He remembered with embarrassment of how much of a fool he felt like being with a girl for the first time.

"This will be no different from when you and me are together."

Quatre just stared at him. "Girls are different. You should know."

"What I mean," Trowa began, feeling a little agitated, "it's different, but the same in a lot of aspects." He covered his mouth a second as if trying to find the right words. "Just go with the flow and don't wig out."

"I'll try not to embarrass you if that's what you're worried about." His voice sounded more sarcastic then hurt, Trowa softened.

"Just be yourself. You'll do fine."

"I thought I heard voices out here." Relena's face and the light from the doorway brought the boys attention. "Come on in Trowa, Quatre."

Trowa grabbed the sleeve of Quatre's shirt and pulled him inside. He noticed the apartments mauves had been replaced by dark greens.

"You've redecorated?"

"I was inspired by your eyes." She winked at him and he thought he felt himself blush. Trix came over, wagging his tail and yipping. Trowa knelt down and patted the little pooches head, as did Quatre.

Relena invited the boys over to the sofa and to make themselves comfortable. She disappeared briefly only to come out of the kitchen carrying three wine glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay. "It's all I'm afraid I have." She said almost apologetically.

"It'll be fine." Trowa reassured her.

Each took a glass, even Quatre, although apprehensively.

"Have a glass." Relena urged him, while filling it half full. "It'll help you relax."

He smiled at her noticing how soft, and light her voice was, like a sweet melody.

She sat down on the arm of a recliner that sat almost opposite of the sofa. "It's been to long Quatre. It's good to see. I'm sorry I haven't been keeping in touch."

"It's okay Relena. I've been quite busy as usual. Running a corporation with a resource satellite isn't that easy."

She laughed a little. "You don't have to explain to me about work Quatre. I've had enough to last me a lifetime." She looked into her wine glass as she swirled it gently. "Would you think me rude if I asked how long you and Trowa have been together?

"We're not together actually. We're just on and off lovers. Isn't that right Trowa?" Quatre answered the question with venom like sting.

"I'm sorry Quatre. I don't mean to sound so insensitive. I didn't know about you, until this morning. I hope you don't think me a horrible person." She left her perch to sit down next to him by the sofa where she took his hand in hers while absently mindedly stroking his cheek with her free hand. "We've too much history between us to become enemies."

She took his chin in her fingers and he allowed his face to be turned to hers. "If you want, you can leave, but I hope you decide to stay." She spoke softly as she leaned forward and kissed him. He began to feel a little lightheaded. He began to kiss her back and after a few moments she pulled away, flushed. "You're a great kisser." He blushed ever so slightly by Relena's words. "You shouldn't seem shocked. It's a compliment." She motioned her head towards the bedroom. "So Quatre Winner, do you…?"

Feeling a little more confident and past the point of being immensely turned on he nodded, "More then anything."

He then rose with her and followed her, Trowa was behind them following as well. They entered the bedroom, which was dark except for a few candles that lit the room in a warm, inviting glow. He closed the door behind them, hearing the soft click of the lock.

Relena led Quatre to the bed and then turned to him. Reaching out, she drew him into another kiss while pulling him down onto the bed where they were both sitting on the edge. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off along with his vest, and with an even quicker, more accurate unbuckle and tug, she had his pants and boxer briefs off of him as well. She then slinked back a little allowing Trowa to take her spot; Quatre accepted the taller man's kiss.

It soon grew intense and Trowa's hand found its way down to the blonde boy's member, which needed no real encouragement after having had Relena's touch. Still, his fingertips stroked it, ever so lightly. A moan escaped Quatre's lips but the kiss was not broken until he felt a warm naked body pressed against his back and another set of fingers had joined Trowa's caress. He tilted his head back and slowly opened his eyes and saw Relena's face; the beautiful face of an angel. His eyes fluttered downward and onto green pools of calm. He saw the softness in Trowa's eyes and trusted them. He allowed Relena to take his lips with hers and opening his mouth he accepted her tongue as well.

Trowa slowly slinked his hand away and slid to the end of the bed and undressed himself, just watching as Quatre scooted back farther onto the bed, under Relena's subtle urging.

She was the mistress of subtlety, knowing just when to lead and just when to allow herself to be led. He smiled, enjoying the show as Quatre and Relena were now on their knees clinging to each other, their carnal lust becoming harder to control.

They broke the kiss and Relena arched slowly back down on the bed, her legs bent, still tucked under her as she allowed Quatre to stroke her, taste her, and explore her. Often was impressed by her limberness and grace, Trowa easily could imagine her in the circus on the high wire or trapeze, maybe.

The two lovers had switched positions now and Quatre was lying on his back, but his legs were outstretched as her mouth covered his shaft, bobbing up and down. Trowa was beginning to grow hard but fought the urge to pleasure his body. He would remain patient.

Straddling Quatre now, and slowly easing herself onto him, his eyes remained locked onto hers and he could not help but release a soft, wanton moan. She smiled at him and gave him a moment to revel in the sensation before starting to ride him. She moaned herself in satisfaction, throwing back her with a small gasp, her eyes now catching Trowa's gaze, begging him silently to come to her.

He pulled himself on his knees behind her and caressed the flat of her stomach his fingers traveling down until they reached her clitoris. She twisted just slightly and pressed the back of her head onto his shoulder; their lips met desperately.

Trowa remained in control of his body, however and drew his mouth slowly away to kiss the side of her neck and then the lobe of her ear. "Oh god Relena." He whispered hoarsely, his hard-on becoming more painful.

"It's okay Trowa. You won't hurt me...top drawer of the bedside table." Trowa left the warmth of her body momentarily and opened the small dresser, grasping the small bottle of lube. He had to admit the girl was always prepared.

Relena drew herself as far up on Quatre's shaft without leaving it and braced herself on the blonde Arab's chest. She looked into his sky blue eyes and winked wickedly. He smiled back and knew why Trowa had grown entranced by her. He saw her face tighten up and her teeth bit her lip and he knew Trowa had entered her from behind.

It took only a few seconds for the three to find the perfect pace as they rocked each other. She leaned even farther over Quatre and he was amazed at how she was able to sustain the weight of Trowa on her back.

Quatre felt Trowa's hand bracing his shoulders and jerk him up into a half sitting position. The blonde's arms were straight out behind him, his hands flat on the bed supporting some of their weight. Relena let out a sharp cry and bent her head forward, biting into Quatre's neck a little. "Kiss each other you fools." She breathed, her voice almost gone.

The boys obeyed her order and took each other's lips. It was one of the most intense and passionate kisses they had ever shared and they continued to rock, as both of their buildups released inside of her, she shook and screamed in a raspy tone; the boys own cries sounded much the same. Kissing her shoulder, Trowa pulled out of her and collapsed beside them on his back, his arm across the pillow. She lifted herself off of Quatre to roll over on her own back and lie in the crock of Trowa's shoulder.

Quatre turned on his side laying his head between her breasts. His arm was slung across her stomach and his hand came to a rest on Trowa's sternum.

"That was, that was, amazing. I never knew a person could enjoy, both." A heavy blush crept in his cheeks, but he decided he was beyond the point of being embarrassed. "Um, can we do it again? There are so many positions I want to try."

Relena suppressed her giggle. "I'm game if you two are."

Trowa released a slight chuckle. He looked over at the clock and noticed that it was hours before dawn. "I think we can come up with a few more ideas to entertain ourselves."

Gentle laughter filled the room as the threesome came together once again discovering just what they could do to "entertain" themselves until dawn.


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