A/N: I got a question in a review and though I answered it via PM just thought I'd note this isn't part of the Three of Us 'verse and stands alone. Just in case I confused anyone...

Chapter 02

I Want to Play the Game

The men assembled were damn dull considering they were plotting some political uprising but then Duo found that with all the politicians he'd ever met. He gave 'Lena some credit as she wasn't a dull politician. After all, she'd threatened to kill him and Trowa for their relationship and their so called corruption of Heero's morals when she realised what Quatre's euphemism of them "living together" was – that it wasn't just living together in a bachelor pad kinda scenario. And that it involved sharing a bed. And each other's bodies. And she'd disapproved. Duo couldn't blame the chick, she really had been raised in the blue blood ivory castle and really, people who were a bit more enlightened still found it damn problematic.

They were discussing the armaments that Duo was providing them – or he was meant to be – that he was a gun runner and had been promising access to some ex-Alliance shit that had been helpfully collected by his crew of helpful salvagers when the lights went out. There was a moment of panic as these guys weren't used to shit not going exactly as expected. Duo only smirked in the darkness and knew what it meant – that Heero was on his way to make the rendezvous he promised.

"The backup generator will kick in," he explained and that calmed them the fuck down at least for a short period. "So just stay where you are."

That was the best advice he could damn well give. He'd had this experience before – when all the lights went down on L2 and the best idea was not to move as then it probably got you more injured than if you stayed where you were. It was practical advice.

It had been toolong since he'd seen Heero. He'd not taken the whole undercover thing that well seeing as in these situations he got left behind. Heero just wasn't an undercover operative – he was an infiltrator, a damn good agent but he didn't have the innate skills he and Trowa did. Duo laughed about it as he and Trowa were so damn different in so many ways but then Duo bullshitted his way through drug deals and criminal gangs and Trowa just blended in with whoever he needed to be. Duo had seen him be everything from mercs and low level criminals coming out after a stretch in prison to a body guard for fancy ass politicians and a criminal mastermind who had an affection for really unattractive brightly coloured shirts. It was sometimes amazing how he could blend. And he had that whole knowing too many language thing that was uniquely helpful.

Duo knew some Spanish as that had been pretty common on L2 but other than that his skills only extended to a colourful degree of swearing that he'd learnt on Sweeper vessels and some L2 slang that no one knew what he was damn saying. Slang he'd fall back into sometimes if he ever got too pissed to articulate.

Heero had got the worst role in this operation but now that they had all the data – now that they knew the full extent of the plans and that a recording device had been planted in the room it shouldn't be long until Duo and Trowa could go home and things would go back into some kinda normality. Or whatever normality was for three ex-soldiers in a three-way relationship. It sure as fuck wasn't conventional but then, as Duo twisted the end of his braid, he'd never been conventional.

The backup generator whirled into life, the lights seeming bright after the darkness and Duo hopped up out of his chair and walked over to the vidphone, preparing to make contact with Trowa and discover if they had incapacitated the "intruder" knowing full well who it had been, hearing the murmured conversation of the men and their concerns about the threat. However, he didn't have time to dial a number when the rattle of noise came from the doorway.

The door opened and Duo let his eyes narrow as Heero was pushed through, his arms tight behind his back in large cuffs, his head bowed in submission or a parody of submission and Trowa was behind him, holding him tightly, pushing him forward so he ended up on his knees. A few other guards stood with Trowa but they would be easily dismissed as Trowa was feared among the mercs that were employed. As Trowa had done what he needed to blend, beaten up who he needed, became vicious and violent and the group treated him with the relevant reverence and respect that they would give someone stronger than themselves.

'Show time,' Duo thought, a smirk playing across his lips as he walked across the room to where Heero was on his knees in a display of arrogance to impress the assembled men. He walked with a swagger of a man full of confidence in his ability and in the authority's inability to catch him.

"So this was our interruption?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, the word 'interruption' drawn out and Heero looked up at him through his heavy bangs, his eyes blazing blue and defiant.

He played the role well despite not having the innate ability to blend in and act like he and Trowa did and Duo reached down to grip his chin with his fingertips to which Heero made a motion to bite at him in his incapacitated state. But Duo gripped hard, raising his head to look into his eyes and then pushing his head to the side with force. Enough force to hurt a normal man but Heero wasn't and even if Duo pushed him a little hard, was a little rough, it didn't matter as Heero did what was necessary for the mission and if that meant a few bruises as part of the game they played then he would do it.

"So the puppy has some bite, huh?"

A few of them in the room made some noises of amusement which was what Duo had intended – he'd spent time asserting himself as a violent and sadistic man so now was his chance to show it, if only briefly and Heero was playing along perfectly.

"Take him to my office," he said, his eyes meeting Trowa's and there was a small movement in his face that suggested Trowa knew Duo's intentions, the little quirk of his lips enough for Duo to know that he was understood.

Duo reached for a blade, drawing out the short sharp knife and knelt to in front of Heero, pushing the point against his cheek enough to be felt but not enough to break skin. He dragged it down, the pressure only making a thin mark across Heero's flesh but it showed the pain he would inflict on a captive. If this hadn't been all for show.

"We got some shit to discuss," Duo continued, his voice low as he rose back to his feet, "like who the fuck you're working for and how you got here. But I figure we should do that in private, right?"

Heero struggled against the bonds, his act of defiance in each movement, and Trowa dragged him to his feet by his cuffs, the action violent and he marched him out of the room. Duo turned to the men and gave them his most charming Shinigami grin.

"I'm sorry gentleman but I gotta attend to this. Talk amongst yourselves."

With that, he left the room, following the path Trowa and Heero would've taken until he saw the two thug mercs outside the doors of his office, Trowa probably having instructed them to wait. Duo raised his eyebrows at them and one opened the door for him, allowing him entry and deferring to his authority.

Once through the door, the mercs closed it behind him and Duo locked it, not wanting any damn interruption for this meeting. He then walked towards Heero and Trowa, instinctively moving his hips in a sashay as he did seeing that Trowa had already removed his cuffs. They didn't have much time. Heero had to gain the information from the computers that he and Trowa had gathered as well as the recordings Duo had procured from the meeting he had just been in – enough evidence for the Preventers to take action further, for him and Trowa to be able to return home once Heero had delivered the intelligence and it was confirmed no more evidence was needed for prosecution. But despite this, it had been a long time since Duo and Trowa had seen Heero and though it might end up being days until they got extracted, it could still be weeks, months even, and they had missed him.

And while it had been easy for them in this mission for them to continue a routine of sex, Duo being the boss and Trowa being his right hand man, it didn't compare to where the third part of their relationship was present. As the sex was good with Trowa, it was damn good, but when it was sex with Trowa and Heero, well, it was fucking incredible.

Trowa had already made a move, wrapping an arm around Heero's waist, and moving behind him, his mouth at his ear lobe. He jerked at the touch, Duo seeing it as he stopped in front of Heero, reaching up to touch the bleeding lip.

"Did you need to hit him that hard?" he asked, his blue eyes meeting the green of Trowa's, an eyebrow raised.

"Got to keep cover," he murmured against Heero's skin.

Heero didn't appreciate the conversation between them as he stood in the middle – a powerful glare thrown at Duo that made him drop his hand, his blood on his fingertips. "I need the data."

"Yeah but we have a little time… ain't you missed us?"

There was a tick, a small glance that Heero gave that indicated he was suddenly aware of being outnumbered and outgunned, at least metaphorically and Duo watched as Trowa's lips went to Heero's throat, mouthing there at a spot that made Heero hard and horny, both knowing it from their vast experience of their lover's body.

"It's been weeks," Duo said, running his fingers over the white of his snow camouflage and he could see the battle going on behind those steely blue eyes – the dedication to the mission and the knowledge that this may be the only time he'd see them for some time depending on the variables.

Duo could almost see the calculations going on in Heero's head, the thoughts that would be swirling in that brain and he could see him caving into instinct as Trowa bit down, a small gasp coming from his lips that Duo stole, pressing his mouth to Heero's, a bloody kiss their reunion.

Even though he'd spent the weeks with Trowa, there was something Duo always damn missed about Heero. Maybe it was their history, so long comparatively than with Trowa, a kiss in a school as Duo pushed the other boy to the wall, thrusting his tongue inside Heero's pliant mouth, tasting him deeply, touching him in ways that he'd not been touched before. Prior to Duo, Heero's body had been about perfection and inflicting pain – it was a weapon as much as the Gundam he piloted and it was only when Duo's fingers teased his nipples through the thin material of a white button down shirt did Heero begin to learn pleasure. Pleasure Duo taught him later, in their room, sucking and biting at his skin, bringing him off with his hands – his own confidence and experience reassuring Heero and comforting him during his reticence.

Duo missed his kiss, wild and slick and more intense than Trowa's smooth sensuality and even though Heero's mind would have been full of the mission, he still parted his lips and allowed Duo's tongue entry, colliding together in a replay of all the damn times before. A small moan slipped from Heero's mouth, Duo capturing it in his own as Trowa was doing something Heero liked and Duo pressed himself further into Heero's body. Duo's dick was hard in the confines of tight jeans and he could feel an answering hardness as their lips parted and Duo let his mouth trail over Heero's jaw and face, licking a line against his cheek and whispering against his skin.

"Fuck, we missed you," he said.

"You had each other," Heero ground out – a little anger in those words.

And Duo didn't blame him as shit, he always got left behind as they worked best undercover, as Heero's skill set was different and it wasn't fair but they could make it up to him. Agreed they would with their bodies, their lips, their fingers – making him remember how much they wanted and needed him and that even though they had been together, it was never as good as when it was the three of them.

"Yeah but we didn't have you, 'Ro."

Duo's fingers found the top of the snowsuit where the zip was up to Heero's chest, slowly sliding the thin but padded fabric to an under layer of skin tight spandex that clung to every inch of his toned body, his muscles looking damn perfect and Duo finger's reached to touch as Trowa continued to kiss at Heero's neck and face and jaw.

It seemed whatever defences the Perfect Soldier had were gone – his resistance to them impossible.

'Huh,' Duo thought, 'maybe OZ shoulda found out the one way to get a Gundam pilot to talk was to subject them to two other Gundam pilots fucking 'em.'

The thought made him chuckle even as he helped Heero shuck off the snow suit and ran his fingers to where the tight black shirt met the tight black pants, finding and exposing some skin, the tanned and scarred flesh a turn on – different to Trowa's paleness – and he fell to his knees to nuzzle at the patch of Heero's abs he'd exposed, licking a line over the muscles with the flat of his tongue, until he lowered his cheek to rub at his cock, hard in the black material.

"Kinda like your old spandex shorts, huh?" Duo said, looking up with a cocky grin on his face.

Heero glared in response and it was a familiar expression, for a second Duo remembering those early encounters when Heero fought with himself, with his mission, with orders, and struggled to give into the pleasure Duo was offering him, when Duo would slide down those spandex shorts, take him in his mouth and Heero's fingers would grip in his hair as Duo sucked him. But now it was very different, older, Heero nowhere near as naïve and the addition of Trowa, his long fingers teasing over his chest, pinching nipples through tight material, made it so much more than it had been before.

He heard Heero's little gasp at their touches as Duo began to lower the tight clothing underneath, letting Heero's dick out and he gently lapped around the head, licking the drops of pre-cum at the slit, tasting him for the first time in two damn long. He took another swipe and moved his head back, looking up through his bangs and eyelashes, seeing how Trowa was watching over Heero's shoulder at the attention Duo was paying to Heero's cock.

"What do you want us to do?" Trowa asked, his voice soft as Duo met his eye, and Duo smirked before wrapping his lips around Heero's erection, bobbing forward to take it into his mouth.

There were no coherent words, only an exhale of air from Heero's lungs and a murmured curse as Duo took as much as he could in his mouth, the taste and feel of Heero filling his senses as he went down on him. As Duo concentrated on the dick in his mouth, he suddenly felt a pull at his braid and he took the signal, releasing Heero from his lips as sat back in his heels.

"I need you both."

Duo raised one eyebrow, getting to his feet in a smooth motion and meeting Heero's mouth in a kiss that made him taste the hint of pre-cum on his tongue and he let his hand drift to Heero's dick, stroking him. The kiss only stopped when Duo felt Trowa's hands on him from behind and he leant back to feel the taller man's body, grinding back into Trowa and responding to those familiar touches.

"We need less clothes," Trowa stated.

He wanted to laugh – Trowa, so damn practical, but the statement was said while he met Heero's eyes over Duo's shoulders and soon Duo found himself overwhelmed by the feeling of two men undressing him, touching him, mouths and fingers all over his damn body and he lost himself a little – forgot that this was meant to be about Heero's pleasure as he was stripped of the leather jacket, the tight jeans and it was only when he was nearly damn naked – his black boxers tented at the front, did Duo come to his senses, reaching to kiss both of them in turn. There was nothing like it – no firefight, no mission, as he kissed Heero and then kissed Trowa, their mouths and tongues hot but different. Too fucking good.

Duo had enough sense to see that Trowa hadn't followed his own instructions and Duo pulled at the sweater, the thick wool in his hands. "Off, babe."

There was a smirk on Trowa's face as he stripped it off, the t-shirt following and Duo licked his lips despite the amount of times he'd seen that naked form as Trowa was a damn work of art. It wasn't helped by the fact Heero was groping him through the material of his boxers, licking at his shoulder and fuck, he was too turned on at this point to remember much of anything but the pressing need to come.