Well the plot continues, Sequel to "Three's Company", things get more interesting. Enjoy!

Come Undone

Perhaps I'm behaving foolishly, perhaps I'm overlooking a good thing, but when I set out in this makeshift quest to gain Heero's attention and affection, I didn't anticipate being literally caught in the between the two of them. So what am I to do? I'm left standing here, my feet firmly fixed to the floor, painfully aroused, and hopelessly entranced by the prospect of even five minutes in the bed of Heero Yui for pleasures unknown. Heero has this affect on me, clouded senses, and impaired judgment. The bound prisoner walking blindly without regrets, with a ridiculous smile plastered on his lips, no fear. I am on a sinking ship, but I don't ever remember signaling for help. There is no white flag-I do not surrender. What am I to do? Follow. There really was never any doubt; an invisible tether guides me.

Caution. The first step is the most difficult, but the next could be my last.

My steps are slow and measured, it required a great deal of effort to persuade myself to move, but I comply. The bedroom is veiled in shadow; I had almost forgotten it was early evening. Why do most people only want to have sex at night? Personally, I have nothing against some afternoon delight, but I diverge. Squinting my eyes, I focus on Heero, who has just gruffly pushed Trowa onto the bed, holding him down, and kissing him firmly. Well, I could have done nicely without being exposed to that. It is the price you pay for a taste of heaven.

I was not even aware that they engaged in foreplay, which opens the door, just a crack for me. Their labors persist for a while, and strangely, I find myself unimpassioned. Not that I do not find the image of pretty boys kissing and touching each other alluring, but does it make me too sentimental to say that I think I'm the only one Heero should be with? Even so, I still want it.

I see Heero halt finally, angling his head in my direction to study me. I return his intense stare, a contemplative regard, sizing each other up. There has always been this underlying connection between Heero and I, to challenge one another. It's amazing. We lock gaze, an intimate exchange, and once more, he gestures to me to come forward with an open hand. I linger in the doorway only briefly, but he moves faster. In a moment he is on his feet, encircling his arms around my midsection and lifting me into the air. I'm too stunned to react. No sooner had I considered it, he has me on the bed, crowning my body with his own, and straddling my legs. I had not expected him to work so fast. I succumb just as quickly, leaning in to his touch, smoothing my hands over the expanse of his back as he began to softly kiss my neck, razing tender skin with his teeth, applying suction.

Like a flickering flame, a candle in the wind, I am given this brief fleeting chance at bliss before the shadows ascend and smother it.

What now would the voices of my past say? I was instructed to be stalwart, autonomous, invulnerable. I have built the impenetrable tower on the impossibly high precipice, out of reach, untouchable. So why now does this boy crumble the fortress to the ground with a single touch? Cast the castle down, burning, and rend me asunder. Even now he is attempting to disencumber me with questing fingers, stretching the seams, already the tie with reality is severed-I'm lost in this moment. So much so, that I almost forget about Trowa. Almost. I notice him glowering at me faintly out of the corner of my eye, but I can't pay him mind, as I far more interested in the act of Heero's palms roaming over my body, his lips against my throat, and I feel warm breath against my ear.

Doesn't it just seem that everything was building up to this moment?

I do not care what anyone says, there is a much more genteel, gallant side to Heero, beneath the quiescent exterior and solemn features and words unspoken. Such is revealed in ginger ministrations and tentative touches, among mingled glances, kisses, and caresses. There is so much more to this boy than anyone will ever truly fathom, who do not take the time to fathom what lies beyond the smoldering blue eyes. For what do I deserve this insight into this enigma? There are many things I would like to say to him about this, but I don't know how.

My hands look crude and flawed on this immaculate skin. I will taint you. But I kiss him still.

He reciprocates, as I cup his chin and tilt his head, meshing our lips together.

I heard Trowa clear his throat again, jarring me from my private euphoria.

"I will watch you two fuck-however Heero, I get my dick sucked till I cannot get hard." His voice was nonchalant, as he sat down in a nearby chair. I couldn't help myself from cringing. I wanted Heero all to myself.

Heero nodded, and before I could regain my bearings, he kissed me ardently, pushing me back down onto the mattress, and grinding his hips into mine. That got my attention. Immediately I began to match his motions, and I felt a low moan escape my lips. Was that really my voice?

Heero seemed pleased, and an idea quickly crossed my mind, and then I rose, flipping Heero over and reversing our positions so I was sitting on his abdomen, pinning his arms to the bed and kissing him fervently.

He yielded, and gave a small grin, suggestive, and spoke soberly, "ride my penis." Now that got my attention.

Now on this subject, I am keenly conflicted. Whereas just as Heero fancies himself a top, so do I. As much as I am enamored with this boy, this is not something I will quickly submit to.

I returned his smile, cocking my head to the side and suggested, "or, you could ride mine." No response. In fact, he overtly frowned. Damn.

I tried to quell him, by imposing another soft kiss, smoothing my hands over his chest, but no response, he lay still like a cold fish.

And the candle flickers out.

It was as though a fire was extinguished, flames doused, and only ribbons of smoke remain to indicate it had ever existed. And all I can do is gape.

I heard a low laugh off to my right. I am being mocked.

"Heero is anal-about being top." Trowa averred, and I gave him a sidelong glance.

Heero was silent, and made absent gestures to rise, and exit the room. I remained frozen in a half crouching position from where I had formerly been sitting.

"He does not like that," Trowa repeated, and I felt agitation rise in my tone.

"I gathered that," I replied lowly, with a faintly icy quality in my voice.

I saw him smirk, then he mused lowly, "I even let him get his way- I suppose he is the sort of man who deserves to get what he wants."

I studied him, and then responded dryly, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were pleased with my misfortune."

He lifted his eyes, and voiced simply, "no-rather empathy." Now that I did not expect that.

I paused,and then on a whim, decided to pose the query that had been picking at my brain.

"Why were you willing to allow this"? I asked lowly, focusing on him.

He eyed me, and replied calmly, "To please him. With us it is just sex anyway, so why not?" Interesting. My mind is too jumbled right now with my own plight, and I gave a snort.

"I wouldn't know," I muttered.

"Would you care to learn"? He asked flatly, and at that I snapped my head up, quirking a brow at him. He smirked again.

Maybe Trowa is the sort of guy who, with little regard to the person, could have sex no questions asked. Nothing against that, but I'm not that type.

He got up soundlessly, and exited the room as well, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Damnit. I'm going to die a virgin.