Chapter 03

Won't Let You Bury It

The removing of his clothes prompted a reaction that Trowa would never get sick of seeing. He worked hard for his body and he knew it was appreciated as he saw the two pairs of darkened blue eyes watching his clothing get discarded to the floor. His body wasn't perfect, scars littered his skin from a hard childhood and not helped by the violent life he led during his teens but then his body showed his history – an ex-mercenary, terrorist and now an undercover operative sent to the most violent places in the earth sphere. He wasn't going to be soft skin and gentle hands. And he was pretty damn sure that Heero and Duo wouldn't want someone like that as he walked towards them, dropping the final article of clothing to the floor, stepping out of his boxer briefs to be finally fully naked as he reached out to touch the two men he fucked and loved.

It felt like a long time since it'd been the three of them and while he and Duo had been together, the thought lingered of what Heero was doing, left alone in the apartment they all shared. It always ended up being him and Duo sent to somewhere and it was easy to continue a routine of sex as they could usually work it into the cover but Trowa did feel a vague guilt for Heero so he would damn rectify that – with Duo's help.

Heero wasn't the first person Trowa had ever had sex with but he sure as shit was the first that meant something – remembering finding him after he worked on Heavyarms, finding him in the thin metal bunk and the first kiss between them had been hot despite Heero's relative inexperience. It was only later that Trowa knew that Heero had been taught about sex by an over-confident boy with a braid and that he was still learning what he liked – how he liked to be touched, sucked, fucked. And it was intense, that sex on the bunk, Trowa fucking him and Heero holding on tight until the wound of his arm reopened and stained the bandage red. He wanted that intensity again, that neediness and he leaned down to kiss Heero, his lips tasting of blood.

"We need to get this moving," Duo said with a pant, as Trowa's hand delved into his boxer shorts, stroking him there as he kissed Heero hard.

Trowa agreed, pulling away reluctantly from Heero, swiping his lips over Duo's mouth quickly before he bent down to his own jeans, looking for lube stowed in the knowledge Heero would appear and they could complete his and Duo's plan to make Heero feel wanted and needed. The moment he stepped away, Heero and Duo began to grind and touch and kiss - their two naked bodies aligning together. Trowa took in a ragged breath as he watched how they looked together, the contrast between their skin tones and bodies, and he saw how their hands ran down each other's backs, Heero's hands clasping at Duo's ass.

The room had a couch, low and green, and Trowa and Duo had already fucked on it a few times and it wasn't difficult to encourage their bodies over there, Duo lying back on it, spreading his legs as Heero came in between them, Trowa kneeling behind him and brushing his lips over Heero's shoulder.

The intention of the encounter suddenly became clear to Heero as Trowa handed over the lube, letting Heero spread it on his fingers. Trowa watched with lust filled eyes as Heero leaned down to take the head of Duo's dick in his mouth as he slipped fingers inside him. There was something incredibly erotic about watching Duo teased by Heero even though he wasn't the one doing it and Trowa continued to suck at a patch on Heero's shoulder as Heero prepared Duo, seeing the way Duo panted at the invasion, and his eyes fluttering at the attention to his cock.

Trowa ran his fingers down to his own dick, sliding his hand to relieve some of the pressure, some of the feelings and he retrieved the tube off the couch where Heero had discarded it, squeezing some and coating his fingers. He ran his hand down Heero's back, across the spine and he felt Heero's body shudder at the touch, Trowa remembering it had been a while since someone had touched him intimately and Heero seemed more responsive than usual as he reached down further, teasing pushing a finger yet not penetrating fully. It wasn't what Heero wanted as he bucked back demanding and Trowa complied, sliding in and starting the process of preparing him, intending to give Heero a fuck that he would remember on the lonely nights in their bed.

He heard Duo's moans, his little "fucks" and he glanced over Heero's shoulder to see him flushed, biting at his lip as Heero's continued his torment, mouth only around the head of his cock, fingers fucking him with practiced patience. Trowa tried to replicate the rhythm of Heero's fingers but his own pace was increasing as while Heero was happy to tease Duo, he did not like to be teased himself. He supposed it was fair, he and Duo have had plenty of sex and Heero had been left.

Heero deemed Duo prepped enough, sliding out his fingers and leaning down to kiss the braided man and Trowa reached around, applied lube to Heero's cock and a moan was caught between the two pairs of lip. He backed off, as Heero left Duo's mouth and he raised one of his legs, hooking it around his arm and aligned himself to plunge in. Green eyes watched over Heero's shoulder, seeing the way the two became connected and the way Duo threw his head back, biting back a loud moan as Heero's cock entered him swiftly. Heero ran his fingers over Duo's chest, over nipples and abs and finally down to his dick, leaking pre-cum at the tip, and pumped a few times to distract from the burn of penetration and Trowa felt his own cock became even more damn needy as he heard the sounds that left those lips. Duo's noises during sex were always such a fucking turn on and Trowa bit back his own groan as he kissed at Heero's shoulder blade and moved his hands down to Heero's ass, spreading his cheeks a little and pressing a thumb against his entrance as he rubbed the head of his cock there.

A growl came deep from Heero's throat and he leaned back into Trowa's body, turning his head a little.

"Just fuck me," he snarled with barely restrained desire and Trowa chuckled, a deep husky sound but complied, pushing the head of his dick further inside, feeling the heat and warmth of being inside Heero.

Yeah, he'd fucked Duo plenty on this undercover but Heero was different - sex with him had always been a little rough whereas with Duo it tended to be a little more kinky – both satisfied him but when they were together, when three of them were fucking, it was something more than with either of them separately and Trowa's eyes fluttered closed as he surrendered to the sensation, stilling his hips as Heero adjusted.

He ran his hands over Heero's chest, feeling the scars, the imperfections that marked his skin and it was hard not to give into instinct, to piston in and out of that body, but Trowa had control and he exercised that as he felt how hot Heero's body was. Though his control totally slipped when Heero flexed, arching his back into Trowa's body and the movement caused a shiver of pleasure radiating from his dick into all his senses. It was enough of a cue, needing no more damn words and Trowa let instinct take over, pulling out to plunge back in, his movement controlling Heero's into Duo, the sound of flesh smacking into flesh filling the room.

Trowa didn't think about the men outside the door – his men. He'd guess they'd never suspect the sounds they made were sexual – probably guessing they were beating the man instead of giving him the dual sensation of being fucked and fucking.

Heero hunched forward to kiss Duo with open mouthed kisses and continued his hip movements, Trowa's dick sliding in and out deep as he sat back on his heels, his hand reaching to Heero's shoulder as he thrust in and out, steadying himself as they rocked together, Heero pushing back into him and then forward into Duo, the sounds of the gasps and pants escaping from all their lips. Trowa tried to keep his eyes open, to see how Heero and Duo looked together, the way their hands ran over each other's bodies underneath him, how their hands had connected as they moved together but he couldn't keep them open, the intense feelings making him shut them tight.

"Fuck, babe," he heard Duo say, "missed you."

The words were muffled by kisses and skin, but the way Duo's voice sounded, rough and breathless, was damn hot and Trowa could admit, he'd always had a thing for Duo's dirty talk during sex. When he begged "harder, faster, touch me" both he and Heero were powerless, seeming to give into his instructions, and their bodies started to move faster against each other, sweat slicking them.

"Close," Heero gritted out and Trowa changed his angle of entry, plunging deep and he heard a feral sound escape Heero's lips.

"Come… fuck, come, 'Ro."

"Fuck…"

Trowa felt Heero's body grip him tightly and it was difficult to continue his own movements, the feeling of Heero's orgasm making his own dick pulse, the white heat of release bringing with it a blissful moment of forgetting every damn thing but pleasure. And in a life of violence, of complication, it was brief but it was perfect.

He leaned forward onto Heero, kissed a trail over his shoulders blades and he panted against the scarred skin, he wondered if Duo had come but a murmured "holy shit" confirmed that he had, and he smiled into Heero's flesh.

"Did you get how much we missed you?" Duo said.

"Yeah," was the answer soft and Trowa pulled out, standing to find clothes.

As much as Trowa would've loved to stay entwined around them both, he swiftly dressed, as he watched one last lingering kiss between the two before they too moved apart and despite the intense sex, the pair of them together still created a spark of desire.

Trowa's eyes narrowed as he saw the quick change in Heero's demeanour, the languid boneless feeling of the post-coital high rapidly gone and it made him recall their own first sexual encounters, where Heero could be so intense in the moment, all about holding on tight and demanding more with his body, but then once the atmosphere had cooled, he could return to that level of focus that meant he concentrated on the mission. It was odd to see it again as he'd got to see other facets to him over the years and that level of focus was rare.

"The data."

"Way to ruin the mood," Duo said with a smirk, his t-shirt being pulled over his head and him bringing out his braid from the material with a laugh. "Got the sex and now it's all business, right?"

Heero grunted and Trowa flashed a small smile in Duo's direction from his tease but despite the mocking tone, Duo walked over to the heavy wooden desk, retrieving the intelligence saved on a small flash drive, kept in the false bottom of the drawer.

"This should get us home," he said, handing it over to Heero who looked at the small device coolly before his eyes returned to Duo's. "Now get outta here before anyone suspects shit."

"You distracted me," Heero said accusingly.

"Yeah but it was worth it, right?"

A small nod was in answer and Trowa walked over to the desk, picking up the heavy metal restraints Heero had been bound in once he'd apprehended him. "I'll have to cuff you until I can get you to the garage. You can steal one of the trucks then."

"We figured you had a plan for getting in, 'Ro, not one for getting out."

Duo's broad grin was met with a stony faced glare until Heero's lips turned into a small curve, a significant look shared between the pair of them that Trowa didn't get but after a brief press of lips, Heero inclined his head towards Trowa so that he could re-secure the heavy cuffs.

The metal made a loud clink as he secured them and without another word, they slipped back in their roles. Duo walked out of the room, commanding the mercs to guard the room with the meeting due to the intelligence they'd got, Heero became the defiant prisoner, head bowed, looking up through jagged bangs in anger and Trowa pushed him harshly through the corridors, holding a gun at the bottom of his back and levelling threats to his life.

It was the life they'd all chosen. They could've had peace – could've chosen a life where they never worked again, their stolen war funds keeping them living but instead, they had this and Trowa was once again the jailer. It felt like history repeating. It was only once they were outside in a courtyard, the trucks and cars and snowmobiles of the organisation stood in lines did Trowa undo the cuffs and lower his weapon, safe in the knowledge the men he commanded would be searching the grounds, protecting the men in Duo's discussions and generally out of his way.

"Take one of the trucks," Trowa said, inclining his head, "they've got enough gas to get you to one of the towns. You'll have to hot-wire."

"Of course."

"And…"

The word hung in the air between them and Heero nodded, taking one step towards him. Trowa had always been so much damn taller than either Heero or Duo and so he leaned down for the kiss, pressing their lips together with a gentleness that had been missing from their earlier encounter. A gentleness that they rarely showed in Duo's presence and Trowa pulled back first, a little scowl on Heero's face the response to it.

"Do it as hard as you want."

Heero gave him an apologetic look but then repeated Trowa's own words with the slightest of smirks. "Play along."

The punch, as expected, damn near winded him and Trowa found his body sagging to the floor, falling to his knees as he felt the impact of the first to his stomach, the force something he'd never experienced. He'd witnessed Heero punching Duo all that time ago yet never anticipated the level of pain – maybe it had been lucky that Duo had lost consciousness.

The second punch across his face snapped his head to the side and he felt the taste of blood on his lips, the fist impacting his jaw with bruising force. He slowly raised his hand to his cheek, spat out some of the blood in his mouth on the snow and looked up with a small smirk.

"Maybe next time not as hard."

"Could say the same to you," Heero retorted.

Trowa got to his feet, shakily leaning against the side of the truck as Heero jumped inside, the vehicle soon springing to life with the sound of an old heavy engine, he stepped back as Heero looked out of the opened window, sharing a significant look and then Heero's intense blue eyes turned to the front of the vehicle.

He wanted to mouth some words but nothing seemed adequate so instead he watched the truck drive off, its wheels spinning in the snow and sending flurries near him as it pulled away towards the gate, Heero accelerating to break through it. Trowa could hear the sound of his men, the shouts of the mercenaries as they realised what had just happened, he even heard the sound of gun fire but only fell back down to his knees, the pain and exhaustion catching up with him, as he collapsed into the snow.

When one of his men found him in the snow, a panicked voice told him in broken English that the prisoner escaped and Trowa couldn't help a small chuckle escaping his lips as he was helped to his feet.

"Sir?" one of the men asked, concerned for his welfare and Trowa shook his head.

"Nothing," he murmured as he was helped back inside the mansion, looking back once to see where his blood stained the snow.

He schooled his expression back to something neutral as he felt the rush of relief that Heero had escaped, that he was on his way back to the Preventers with their intel and both he and Duo would be out of the frozen hell hole damn soon and back to their home and Heero.

A/N: This one is all complete - as always thanks for reading!