Disclaimer: Don't own, never will

Pairings: 1x2x3 but all combinations of that in pairings as well as in a threesome context.

Warnings: m/m sex of varying degrees of smuttiness, two dudes, three dudes, masturbation, voyeurism as well as angst, sap and bad language

A/N: This is an ongoing series of short drabbles that is my attempt to explore how the 1x2x3 relationship would work. I will update semi–regularly with three chapters at a time told from Duo, Trowa and then Heero's perspectives. Some will be feelsy/angsty, some will be porny, and some will be sappy.

They have no chronology or order apart from the fact it is set post–EW.

Beta'd by ELLE

Sleep

Heero was laid on his back, his breathing level and even, the warmth of his skin against Duo's cheek as he had found a comfortable spot on his chest where he could listen to rhythmic beating of his heart.

He breathed softly into Heero's skin, smelling dried sweat and a smell that he couldn't define but was uniquely Heero. It was as though he smelt of gunpowder, the residue of explosives, even though it was impossible, years having passed since the last time he handled explosives.

Duo shifted and heard a soft grunt behind him. His movement had not woken Heero, their legs tangled together, but it had obviously disturbed Trowa pressed against his back, his long lean body spooning him, an arm thrown over his waist and that hand resting on Heero's abs.

The feel of hot breath was against the back of his neck, Trowa's lips there and Duo's braid was over his shoulder, resting between himself and Heero.

He felt Trowa move a little against him and then relax, his chest against Duo's back, warm, and it amused him how that arm was around both of them, a sort of protective thing that Duo mocked him for though it was actually a very endearing trait.

Duo knew people disapproved – Relena, Quatre, hell even Commander Une disliked the arrangement from the beginning as it had compromised three Preventer agents emotionally and their relationship had taken Duo and Heero out of the field – but Duo had never really cared what people thought of him. And fuck, he wasn't going to start now.

Sleeping between them, it reminded him of safety in numbers, the shelter of warehouses and abandoned buildings on L2 and between two bodies, two sets of body heat and two people he loved, Duo felt safe, secure, wanted. All the things he ever needed.

He sighed, quiet, content and tried to fall back to sleep.

"Love you guys," he whispered.

Neither Heero or Trowa were awake enough to hear but it didn't matter as Duo guessed, they both knew that.