Sequel to "Mystify Me," yes, the sexual tension continues. The fragments are there on purpose, so please don't correct me. Warning: plot twists and sexual scenes ahead. Yum. Enjoy!

Three's Company

Now, there are various things about the happy couple that I have discerned. First, I have reason to speculate that a significant portion of their relationship is solely based on sex. Example, it's Friday night, I am seated by myself on the sofa as usual, and Trowa abruptly enters, Heero latches onto his arm, and practically drags him towards the bedroom. This occurs sequentially every week. If I started timing it, I could accurately inform you that every Friday evening, Trowa arrives, and stays for the duration of four hours, before departing. I am not naive by any means, nor deaf, so I am fully aware of what befalls when they retreat to the bedroom. In fact, to satisfy some perverse whim, I often find myself listening at the door. Do not judge me.

Occasionally, they do venture out in the evenings, on either Mondays or Wednesdays, to what destination, I'm uncertain. The most logical guess would be that they go to restaurants, or clubs, but for the life of me, I cannot envision Heero dancing. I mean, don't misunderstand me, he is an elegant traditional dancer, I have witnessed him turn a twirl with Miss Relena before, but Trowa was unable to be coerced into the act. Personally I have never considered dancing in that fashion with another guy before, because frankly, I have no clue who would lead. If it were Heero, on a hunch, I'd say he'd fight for that role. I suppose it's complicated. But, the notion of Heero immersing himself amongst a group of free style dancers and busting a move, seems highly unlike him. Now, I do not deem myself a poor dancer, by any means-and I am not being arrogant, I just know how to carry myself. I would love to instruct him in this area, because the notion of drawing him close, securing my hands on his hips, and gyrating my pelvis into his upon a brightly lit dance floor amid a sea of bodies in motion seems wonderful. I digress.

More often than not, I spend the period of my free time from work alone. Well, that is, without lover, without date. I did mention that I was single didn't I? Perhaps it was implied. Though periodically, Hilde will arrange something or once in a while if I can manage it, I spend time with Quatre. On most blessed incidents, I can actually persuade him into accompanying me to a club. If things are really going favorably, I can coax him onto the dance floor, because no one ever said the cordial and refined heir of the Winner family wasn't allowed to have some fun right? But do not misconstrue my efforts, as attractive as he is, my interest is purely platonic. Besides, I've got the King of Hearts to pine after. Now that I consider it, as far as I know, Quatre is unaware of Trowa's relationship with Heero, and perhaps, I had better not tell him. Sometimes it is better not to know, right?

Now peculiar to note, but I have ascertained that on certain days of the week, Trowa and Heero both attend a yoga class. Personally, I would so much rather just limit my physical exercise to the gym and basketball. Apparently, these sessions are sought to improve flexibility, and I do not need to take a guess why that would be useful. But unfortunately, sexual aerobics are out of my range of expertise. I do not need to be told that Trowa is a limber acrobat, most circus freaks are. Okay, Okay, I admit, that was a cheap shot. I don't mean to say that I dislike Trowa outright when in actuality we get along fairly well. But a man gets jealous, and I'm sure in some dark part of his mind he has probably slandered me too. I have always loved a challenge, but competition, not so much. Anyway, I'm going off on another tangent.

This afternoon, when I casually inquired where they were spending their afternoon, I was invited to tag along to their class. I could have easily said no, ended it right there, but you know what? I did not. Why? Simple. Heero smiled at me. He asked if I would like to join them, with the faint curve of a smile tugging at his lips, perhaps because I must have looked like a puzzled imbecile, so I agreed. Sucker. So sign me up, for folly and potential embarrassment, because Heero Yui graced me with a smile. It was worth it.

Could it be my imagination, or did Trowa glance at me with a faint glimmer of jealous in his eyes? I bet he is insulting me in his mind right now. I told you.

What exactly does one wear to yoga class? Being out of my element, I chose the usual attire I wear to the gym, athletic shorts and a T-shirt. Another aspect of Heero's personality that I have noticed, he is by no means shy about nudity. Which is eagerly welcome, more eye candy for me. This supposition was reinforced when we were in the locker room and he merely strips off his garments before me, and proceeds to change. Perhaps if it had not been Heero, I would have gauged it as a come on, for even I am not that dense. But, it is Heero, and honestly, I think his ability to judge that someone is hitting on him is even more off than mine.

I fancy Trowa has caught me leering at his beau, and he gives me a suspicious look, as I tug my T-shirt over my head. But nothing can prepare me for what transpired next.

I find my gaze wandering over to Heero inadvertently, as he finished dressing in an all too familiar, plain pair of black spandex shorts. Perhaps I am neurotic. Perhaps I am odd. But I think I have some sort of twisted, obscure fetish for Heero donning those shorts, because now I cannot peel my eyes away from him. I had spent a good portion of my time furtively ogling him in that garb when we were but two years younger, and I surmised he had stopped wearing this said garment because certain physical attributes had started to mature. If you catch my drift. This is either some stroke of sheer luck, or some sadistic torture.

Heero regards me in question, for my gawking has become quite evident. But I can't pay it heed, because my vision has already trailed down to his crotch, noticing the sizable bulge through the taut material. Then I heard Trowa clear his throat.

I elevated my vision to study Heero, still fixated, as he tossed me a mat. I let it fall. Heero gave me a particularly odd look, and all I could do was smile awkwardly, and without removing my gaze lowered slightly and picked it up. Heero raised a brow, then advanced to exit, and I quickly followed. Who in their right mind would want to miss this rear view?

Was I intruding on some invisible boundary between them by being there? Or was it some private act that they only shared together? Maybe. Even more so, because I insisted on sitting beside Heero, leaving Trowa on my right, and myself in the middle. I will not agonize over the details of this class, which I found out to be advanced, and that I was in over my head. Great. I consider myself physically fit, but some of these moves and poses were stretching muscles I was scarcely accustomed to be using. But as if to repay me for intruding his space, I glanced at Trowa, and to my irritation, or perhaps purposefully to annoy me, he began simulating sexual poses to get Heero's attention on the other side of me. It worked. Heero looked past me, focusing his gaze on Trowa, disregarding the lesson.

Growing slightly irate, I dispelled a low sigh, and vexed, "knock it off, I'm in the middle of this." This was when Heero turned to regard me, and much to my inherent dismay, stated, "join us." And all I can do is gape.

I felt my body tense, and not knowing what else to do I averted my eyes. Yes, Mr. Smooth is definitely gone for right now. I felt Trowa's eyes boring holes in the back of my skull on my right, and I snapped my head up to gaze at Heero when he imposed his hand on my shoulder in a persuasive manner and averred with a feather soft smile, "you must." Danger Zone.

Perhaps Heero has discovered that his smile is my weakness, perhaps he knows he is keenly tempting me. But didn't George Michael once say sex is best when it's one on one?

I searched my mind for a response, but words are traitorous right now, and my mind is jumbled.

I drew in a slight breath, trying to for a reply, but all I could marshal was a low, "hey Heero, I don't know"...my words tapering off. Hopeless.

I studied Heero, finding the intensity of his gaze almost crippling. I sat there for some time, trying to fathom his thoughts, and warring with my conflicting emotions. In a feeble attempt to ease the tension, I gave a small awkward smile.

"Are you timid Duo"? I heard Trowa utter in a dry taunting manner, and I bristled.

"I have nothing to hide," I countered firmly. Such a fallacy.

Heero smiled more broadly. That seals my fate. Charmed by a mere smile. But there is so much in that simple gesture. What have I gotten myself into?

I remember nothing of the journey back to Heero's apartment; I am too distracted for logical thought. Immediately inside, Heero begins to slowly strip off his garments, Trowa following suit, but my attention is on Heero. I remain still, my limbs feel numb, my feet glued to the floor. Unwittingly, I feel a faint flush creep over my features, the tips of my ears burning scarlet. I cannot help it, he is radiant. It is not like me to be so hesitant, but is this really happening? I could memorize every contour of his body, the curve of his biceps, the pallor of his skin, could I spend an entire evening kissing that mouth and be content? I believe I could.

He approaches me, reaching out for my hand, but my palms are clammy with perspiration. Why are they shaking? He smoothes his fingertips over my arm, coasting my wrist, and I feel goose bumps prickle my skin. What is he doing to me? I cave.

I kiss him abruptly, a simple gesture, but it means so much to me. Madness. His lips cannot be this gentle and warm. I pull him close, adhering my hands to his hips, stroking flawless skin with clumsy caresses. He closes his arms around my waist, clasping a fistful of my shirt, seeking to discard it, but I am too distracted. There is perfection here, in the simplest of physical gestures, and I am lost. But he is yielding to it, he does not push me away, he does something infinitely more divine; he parts his lips, and slips his tongue into my mouth. Now I am the one yielding, struggling to remain grounded as he works some secret spell, bending me to his will. I have never been so at the mercy of someone else. How can I allow this? How can I not?

I pull back only briefly, lingering, his saliva on my lips, in my mouth. It is almost too much to bear.

I manage a whisper, "I've never done this before." I could trust him with that, but Trowa and I have a habit of good-natured ribbing, and I'm not sure my male pride could withstand a jest aimed at my inexperience.

Heero's eyes widen slightly in surprise, and Trowa's words brought me back to reality.

"No secrets," he spoke lowly, but a response was stifled, as Heero quickly kissed me again.

He is working my weaknesses, he must be, and I'm feeling very reckless. One more touch and I might come undone. I think he knows this. There is passion beneath these soft kisses, an ardent desire, I can feel it, and he is working to unravel me.

In deft executions, he coasts his hands over my back, cupping my rear, then his fingertips roaming to the drawstring of my shorts. Trowa cleared his throat. Damn him.

"Gentlemen, may we proceed in the bedroom"? I heard him speak. Heero nodded, and ceased. I missed his touch instantly.

Heero began walking in the direction of the bedroom, but paused briefly, beckoning to me with an open gesture of his hand. What have I gotten myself into?