A/N: Entanglement is a multi-chapter fic of the events taking place after Brand New Day. You definitely need to read those three one shots (King of Hearts, Defeated and Brand New Day) before reading this.
Smut, smut, smut… no but we're about to come crashing back to reality so enjoy it while you can!
Warnings: Angst, language, sex
Pairings: 2x3, 1x2x3, past 1x4, past 1x5
Entanglement
Chapter Eight
Wednesday morning started off better than any work day in Trowa's recent memory.
When he rose from bed, Duo pulled him back down and they spent the next forty minutes fucking, and as a result he arrived late to the gym, the taste of Duo's cum still in his mouth and an undeniable ease in his shoulders as he thought that finally things were getting back on track for them, that the long weekend with Heero at the Cape, the pornographic quantity and quality of sex they had had, had helped he and Duo get back on level footing again.
By the time he arrived at the gym, Heero was halfway through their normal swim ladder, but Trowa joined him anyway, and it felt good to work out again after so many days away from the pool.
When they finished, Heero waited for him and they sat in the hot tub together, as they always did, but there was an awareness, a renewed sense of sexual tension, that kept them silent and their eyes glued to each other.
The showers were as empty as they usually were this early in the morning, and Trowa gave in to the urge he had had for months now and followed Heero into his stall.
Heero pushed him up against the cool tile wall and kissed him like a drowning man desperate for water.
Trowa pulled him close, running his hands down Heero's firm, wet body and reveling in the heat and power of his frame.
Heero started to kiss his way down Trowa's neck and chest, biting and licking at his nipples and then kneeling in front of him. He peeled down Trowa's jammers and turned his attention to Trowa's cock, licking it and then sucking on it while Trowa buried his hands in Heero's hair.
He closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure of Heero's mouth on his flesh, and he wished, not for the first time, that Duo came to the gym with him. He fantasized about the three of them sharing this shower, huddled under the warm spray of water while they fondled and kissed and fucked each other.
He came with a groan only moments later, the mental image of Duo fucking him while Heero sucked him off sending him over the edge.
Trowa pulled Heero to his feet and kissed him, tasting himself on the other man's lips.
Heero smiled against his mouth.
"Morning," he said, their first words.
Trowa chuckled.
"Good morning," he responded and let his hands get to work pulling down Heero's black jammers.
Heero reached around to Trowa's ass, running his fingers along the sensitive flesh between his cheeks.
"Do you mind?" Heero asked, his fingers tracing the tight ring of muscle.
"No," Trowa assured him and he turned around to face the tile. They didn't have any lube, but Heero wet his fingers under the spray of the shower and took his time preparing Trowa, slowly and gently inserting first one finger and then another, rocking them against Trowa's prostate until he could feel himself growing hard again.
Heero entered his slowly, sinking in one inch at a time, and Trowa fought to hold himself still, to let Heero set his pace, and soon Heero was pushing into him with slow deliberation, torturing both of them.
"God, you feel so good," Heero breathed against Trowa's back, kissing his spine.
"You too," Trowa tried not to moan. He braced himself against the wall with one hand and used his right to start stroking himself.
Heero's right hand joined his, their fingers tangled together, and Heero started to pick up the pace of his thrusts, angling himself in deeper, and they stroked Trowa's cock in time with his motions.
They came together, with Heero biting down on his shoulder and Trowa biting down on his own left hand to avoid crying out, and they slumped together against the wall of the shower while they recovered their breath.
"We need to do this every morning," Trowa finally said.
Heero nodded against his back.
"You should convince Duo to start running on the track here at the gym."
Trowa snorted.
"I've tried. He runs by the Hudson – he likes the solitude and being outdoors too much to ever use an indoor track."
When they left the shower the locker was still empty, and they dressed in quiet. Trowa savored Heero's presence and the tired, sated feel of exercise and sex – he felt better than he had in months.
"You and Duo have court this afternoon?" He remembered as they walked out of the gym.
Heero nodded.
"Opening statements for the YSI trial."
"You'll get to see Duo in court for the first time, then," Trowa said with a smirk. "You'll have to tell me how long you make it before you're mentally undressing him and fantasizing about screwing him in the witness stand."
Heero arched an eyebrow at him.
"How long did you last?" He asked.
Trowa shrugged.
"I didn't – we were interns together for two weeks before we were ever allowed to sit in court and watch a case – by that point I was already a goner."
He smirked, thinking back to that first day in court, and the way that Duo had leaned forward towards Treize Khushrenada and suggested he try a different tactic with his witness. Treize had looked ready to crucify him on the spot, but he had actually taken Duo's advice and it had won the case for him. Trowa seriously doubted Treize had ever forgiven Duo for that.
They walked to the office in companionable silence, navigating the pedestrian traffic and still managing to stay next to each other, brushing shoulders and hands and thighs and it reminded Trowa of the first year he and Duo had been associates. They had spent their last year of law school in a long distance relationship, with each of them saving up and trying to fly out to visit the other whenever they had a long weekend. They had spent two weeks of Christmas vacation together, holed up in Trowa's apartment in Stanford, fucking and talking and talking and planning for the future. It hadn't been until the summer before they started at MLG that they had been able to see each other for more than those two weeks. They had still had separate apartments that first year, across town from each other, but they spent almost every night together, and every morning walked into the MLG offices together, smirking at each other and brushing against each other discretely in the elevator or by their cubicles.
Trowa felt that same kind of anticipation now, with Heero, and he stood close enough to Heero in the elevator that he could feel the heat of his body.
Heero leaned back against him, settling his ass against Trowa's crotch, and it took every bit of self-restraint he had to keep from pulling the emergency lever.
He contented himself with kissing the back of Heero's neck and biting his earlobe, earning a shudder and a gasp from the shorter man.
When the elevator doors opened at the floor for MLG, Alex Trant was standing on the other side, a stack of papers in his hands and a distracted look on his face that quickly turned into a confused scowl when he noticed how closely Heero and Trowa were standing to each other.
Trowa tried to discretely ease away as Heero stepped forward, but Alex's eyes narrowed and he spun on his heel and marched away.
Heero arched an eyebrow at him and Trowa shrugged.
"Let him go," he advised and Heero nodded in agreement.
They parted ways at Heero's office, and Trowa was intercepted by Stacey as he approached his own office.
The paralegal had a concerned look on her face.
"Everything okay?" He asked her and she shook her head in the negative.
"Duo's had a wretched morning so far," she told him.
Trowa checked his watch.
It was only nine-twenty – how much had possibly gone wrong in twenty minutes?
Trowa set his bags in his office, nodded a greeting at Susan, his secretary, and then looked into Duo's office.
Alex was standing in front of Duo's desk, gesturing wildly, and Duo was glaring at him with his typical lack of patience.
"Good morning," Allison greeted him, not even bothering to look up from her computer screen. "His morning is already full – do you want me to squeeze in time for you before lunch?"
Trowa fought the urge to roll his eyes.
He loved Allison, loved the way she treated Duo like a king and protected him with a ferocity that sometimes intimidated him, but he didn't always appreciate her efforts to make him schedule time to speak to his own husband.
"I'll wait for Alex to leave," Trowa told her, earning a glare from Allison.
He didn't have to wait long – Alex said something, gave another furious hand gesture, and then threw his hands up in disgust when Duo looked at him blankly and muttered something.
Alex turned and stormed out of the office, pausing to glare at Trowa on his way before storming down the hall.
"What on earth did you do to upset Alex?" Allison asked.
"No idea," Trowa lied.
He could feel his good mood and his good morning evaporating as he stepped into Duo's office and took in the tense set of his shoulders, his narrowed eyes, and his tie, loose and slightly askew.
"Hey," he said and closed the door behind himself.
Duo looked up and his expression was somewhere between angry and exasperated.
"Hi," Duo growled and then turned his attention to the three huge files on his desk.
Trowa stepped closer.
"YSI information?"
"No," Duo snapped. "Divorce cases. Thomas shoved them at me as soon as I came in this morning."
Trowa winced in sympathy. Duo hated to work on divorce cases and he was unfortunately an amazing negotiator. Darlian had often joked that he wanted Duo to work on divorce cases full time, to which Duo not-so jokingly replied that he would rather quit and sell hotdogs on the street corner. As it was, Duo handled a fair number of the high profile divorce cases that found their way to MLG, but he had made a bargain with Darlian – for every divorce case he won, Duo got to spend an equal amount of time on pro bono work.
"I'm sorry," Trowa said.
"Me fucking too," Duo said. He opened one of the files, but immediately snapped it closed again and looked up at Trowa. "I also got a call from the adoption agency. We've been approved."
Trowa blinked.
"They said it would take at least six months –"
"I know. But apparently we impressed the hell out of them or something because they want to set up a home visit for next week."
"Okay."
They had always planned on adopting after one of them was named senior partner, and after Relena had been promoted and shipped off to London, Duo had started to research adoption agencies and set up interviews.
Over the last half year they had gone to meetings and interviews with more adoption agencies than Trowa could remember, but Duo had his heart set on one agency in particular, and they had fought like hell to get an interview with them last month, when they had been told that the screening process would take at least six months.
"Okay?" Duo's voice was dangerously calm. "I just had Vandy walk in here and tell me that he thinks you're having an affair with Heero – we just spent the last four days fucking like rabbits – who the fuck knows what you and he were doing in the damn elevator to send Vandy through the roof – and you think it's okay that the adoption agency wants to do a home interview next week?"
"I'm sorry about Alex," Trowa said, hating the ginger haired man just a little more than he already had. He sighed. "What do you want me to say? That it's not okay?"
"I don't fucking know, Trowa." Duo scrubbed at his eyes. "Everything was perfect yesterday and now – what the fuck are we doing? Are we seriously going to have a threesome with Heero? Is this – is this our thing now? How often is he going to share our bed – how often are you going to fuck him? We're not – we're not the same people who planned to adopt a kid and buy a house, Trowa. Heero doesn't fit in with that – and I don't have a single fucking clue what to do, here."
Trowa wasn't used to seeing Duo this off-balanced. He was always short and more than a little bitter when dealing with divorce cases, but this was clearly more than that – Alex's accusations, the adoption agency call, the reality of the end of their weekend at the Cape – Duo was clearly struggling to come up with a plan.
Trowa sighed.
"I don't either," he admitted, and he saw Duo clench his jaw so hard a muscle jumped.
Duo started to say something, but then he caught himself and shook his head.
"I can't figure this shit out today. I've got the YSI trial starting this afternoon and I need to spend the rest of my morning wading through these failed marriages and I can't – I can't think about us too."
Trowa nodded in understanding.
"Okay." He hesitated, wanting to reach out and touch Duo, but decided against it. "We can talk tonight, at home."
Duo looked at him with tired eyes.
"Not tonight. I told Vandy I'd have a drink with him at the bar – I'm going to have to get completely shit faced to survive that. I don't want to have this talk if I'm not sober."
"Okay. That's fine."
Trowa reluctantly turned and left Duo's office, convinced he was doing everything wrong, but unable to figure out what to do.
He sat down in his own office and started to go through the messages he had accumulated over the long weekend and tried to figure out what he was going to do.
Duo was the one who made plans, who pushed for things and fought. Trowa wasn't used to seeing him this dispirited and he hated the gnawing feeling that he had done this to Duo.
