Summary: Duo, Wufei and Heero are being chaised by an assassin and are forced to move across country again and again. What happens when the close quaters starts to get to them?

Title: Sometimes Three Isn't a Crowd

Authors Note: Okay, here is my latest creation. This is a little different than my normal stuff so I hope you like it. It has a lot more discription and is a bit faster pace. Here are the pairings for those of you who are new to the whole thing:

1x2x5x2x1 - Just means that no one is really ever domanent over the other. They all switch.

5 - Wufei

2 - Duo

1 - Heero

Okay here's the narrative key:

Words like this are thoughts.

"Words like this" are dialog.

Right. So, this story involves a threesome, so if you have a problem with this, don't read it. If not then enjoy! Okay, that's it from me. I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to comment! I appreciate it!

Chapter One

"How long are we here this time?"

"Sally said no longer than a week. The other house is still being prepared."

"I hope she can put an end to this soon."

Very begrudgingly the three ex-Gundam pilots emerged from the broken down pickup truck and stared up at yet another safe house. It was getting to be monotonous, being chased all over the continent. It had been nine months since Sally Po and Lady Une had picked up the signal from the assassins. The first move was quick; after all, they didn't know who wanted to kill them or when. Since then, they had moved to three different countries, eight different towns and thirty-five different homes. Sometimes they were apartments and other times they were trailers. This time it was an old run down farm house in the country and their cover was three farmers working to start a new life.

Chang Wufei sneered at the idea of tending farm animals, but he would never turn down a direct order; so there he stood, in a pair of worn blue jeans, cowboy boots and hat, and a baggy blue plaid shirt that buttoned up the front. Next to him stood Duo Maxwell in jean overalls and a bright red T-shirt, also in cowboy boots and a hat, his long brown hair in its customary braid and his lips curled in their typical smirk. Wufei silently cursed Duo's optimism; cursed it and (though he would never admit it) envied it. The sound of the hatch to the truck bed closing made Wufei and Duo turn. Heero "Stone-faced" Yuy was staring quizzically at the farm house. He was clothed in a tight-fitting white T-shirt with an unbuttoned purple flannel, tight blue jeans and cowboy boots; he refused to wear the hat despite Duo's begging. Duo smiled over at him.

"What do ya think, Heero? Heaven on Earth?" He teased.

Heero glared at him and heaved his bag over his shoulder stalking into the house. Duo chuckled and followed him with Wufei bringing up the silent rear. They entered the house and Duo immediately groaned. The living room was empty save a few chairs, a small table and a worn down couch. Sally had warned them that the house had no electricity but it hadn't struck Duo that no electricity meant no T.V. The disgruntled brunette tossed his bag into the corner and glared at the room.

"Sally wasn't kidding when she said we'd be in the middle of no where." He complained, collapsing on the couch. "Youch!" He shouted and jumped up again.

Heero and Wufei raised their eyebrows and stared at him. Duo rubbed his rear affectionately and glared at the couch.

"Damn! You can feel the springs poking out of that thing! That was painful!"

Heero and Wufei smirked, showing their amusement and Duo shot them a glare.

"Okay fine. You sleep on it then!" He huffed and then turned to find the bedrooms. "I'm sleeping on a bed." He called as he found the staircase to the second floor and started up them.

Heero and Wufei exchanged amused glanced and walked further into the house. Wufei experimentally tested the couch with his hand and then frowned.

"As much as an idiot he is, Maxwell is right. The floor would be more comfortable than this couch." Wufei said.

"Hn" Heero grunted and sat in on of the chairs. "I wonder how big the bed is."

Wufei whipped his head around and glared at Heero. "I am not sharing the bed with both of you. Not again."

Heero glared. "You'd rather sleep on the floor? And what if we're attacked during the night. You'll be so stiff from the floor that you'd be of no use to us."

Wufei glared. He couldn't argue with that logic. "Very well." He sneered. "But I sleep on the edge and as far from Maxwell as possible. I do not wish to become his teddy bear again."

Heero smirked in amusement as he remembered how they woke just the other morning. Wufei had slept in the middle and when Heero opened his eyes, he had found his arms wrapped tightly around Duo's soft frame and Duo was sucking his thumb. It was a memory that Heero swore he would never let Wufei forget.

"Hey guys!" Wufei and Heero turned at the sound of Duo's voice echoing down the stairs. "There's two beds!"

Wufei turned and glared harshly at Heero, as though daring him to claim the extra bed. Heero shrugged and turned to explore the rest of the house. Wufei, satisfied about his victory, picked up his bag again and walked upstairs to find Duo. The braided man was already unloading his things into the dresser in one of the bedrooms. Wufei stuck his head in and looked around. The room was plain, only a bed and a dresser with one window. Duo smiled when he saw the Chinese man.

"So Wuffers, you gonna sleep with me again?" He winked.

Wufei glared. "I wouldn't sleep with you if it meant my life."

Duo frowned and Wufei stormed off. Wufei began to feel bad about his comment as he walked away. He hadn't expected to see the hurt in Duo's eyes. Why was he so concerned about Duo? He is your friend. His mind told him. Wufei nodded and made a mental note to apologize to Duo later.

Duo finished unloading his things into the dresser just as Heero wandered into the room. The ex-pilot of Wing Zero looked around the empty room in silence. After a while he seemed satisfied and started unloading his clothes in the drawer below Duo's. Duo sat on the bed and watched him for a moment before smiling.

"Guess we have the room to ourselves this time."

"Hn, guess so." Heero grunted setting the last few clothing items into the drawer and pushing it shut.

Duo lay back on his elbows and smirked at Heero. Heero crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the dresser. His eyes trailed over ever inch of Duo's body and he felt himself getting aroused. He and Duo had been playing games like this ever since the war ended; both teasing but neither one brave enough to make a move. Heero knew that he had feelings for Duo, and that scared him. He wasn't sure he was able to handle a real relationship because of how long he'd fought against it. Duo's feelings weren't much different. He knew that he cared for Heero as move than just a friend, but with his past experience with love he wasn't sure he wanted to chance it. Everyone he ever cared for was killed (it's the reason he named himself the God of Death); he didn't want the same to happen to Heero.

Heero's eyes hungrily took in Duo's physic on the bed and he had to fight to keep the moan from escaping his lips. He told himself he should just look away, but he couldn't will himself to do it. For the first time in his life, he wanted to ignore the rules. His eyes trailed up and locked with Duo's. Duo felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the lust in Heero's eyes, especially when he knew he felt it too. Nervously, Duo stood and walked over to Heero. He smirked and chuckled low in his throat; the same chuckle that made Heero's loins stir.

"We should probably get back down stairs before Wuffers wonders where we are." He said, his voice low and seductive.

Heero felt a chill run down his spine when he realized that Duo had no intention of going back down stairs. He felt himself smirk and push himself off from the dresser to move closer to Duo.

"Yeah. And you know how he gets when he's kept waiting." Heero's voice was dripping with lust and Duo felt his mouth watering in anticipation.

"Yeah…" Duo trailed off, his thoughts burring due to Heero's closeness.

Even after so much teasing, they have never stood so close. Both men could feel the heat radiating off of the other and both felt themselves loosing control. Heero hesitated a moment before reaching his hand up to brush a stray hair away from Duo's face. Duo shivered at the touch and brought his hand up to catch Heero's. Their eyes met and their fingers laced.

"Duo…" Heero's voice was husky.

Duo smiled, not a seductive smirk, but a truly loving smile. He shook his head softly and brought his head in closer. "I know." He whispered before their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Heero was stiff at first, but quickly melted into Duo's warm touch. After three years of hinting and flirting, they both needed this release. Heero wrapped his arms tightly around Duo's waist and felt Duo's arms winding around his neck. Craving more touch Heero ran his tongue along Duo's lips, asking for permission to enter. Duo moaned in response and Heero took advantage to his open mouth and slid his tongue inside. Duo responded quickly and soon they were battling for dominance. Eventually Duo gave in and let Heero take control. Heero's mind flashed briefly with the thought of Wufei walking in on them and the fact that the door was still open before his lust took over. He felt himself lifting Duo in his arms and walking over to the edge of the bed. Gently laying Duo down, he straightened up and gazed lovingly at the braided man.

Duo felt his body shiver in anticipation as he watched Heero standing over him. He wanted to make a move but he wasn't sure what he should do. As though reading his thoughts, Heero smirked and removed the flannel from his body. Duo's shiver increased as the realization of what was about to happen set in. He sat up and watched Heero as he slowly removed his white shirt. Duo gazed at his naked chest and the overwhelming desire to run his fingers over that flesh filled him. He watched Heero's hands trail down to his belt and Duo lunged forward, pulling Heero closer to him. He looked up and smirked.

"Let me." He breathed.

Heero smiled and nodded, releasing his belt. Duo felt his breath leave him, both from Heero's beautiful smile and from the feel of his belt in his hands. Duo smiled in return and lowered his gaze to Heero's lower stomach. He ran his fingers over the soft flesh and heard a low moan escape Heero's throat. Encouraged, Duo lowered his fingers and carefully removed the belt. He watched as the prong moved – one hole…to the next…to the next – he knew he was driving Heero crazy but he wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible. Finally the belt was unlatched and he slowly pulled it from the belt loops. When it was off, he laid it down on the floor and returned to his work. Heero's flesh was calling out to him and his hands shook as he tried to unbutton his pants. His fingers kept slipping from the button and he was beginning to get frustrated when he felt Heero's hands on his. He looked up at violet eyes met cobalt blue ones.

"Let me help." He whispered and began guiding Duo's hands as they unbuttoned and unzipped his pants together, never breaking eye contact.

Once the pants were open, Duo's gaze returned to his prize. He reached up and carefully began pulling the pants down over Heero's hips, reveling in the muscles of Heero's legs. He let the pants drop to his ankles and then looked at the growing bulge in Heero's underwear. Red briefs with white elastic. Duo would remember that for the rest of his life. He leaned forward and kissed Heero's stomach, holding him close. Heero moaned and laid his hands gently on top of Duo's head. They stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity before Heero gently pushed Duo away. Duo smiled and looked up at his soon-to-be lover with lust and love. Heero hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his underwear and pushed them down, letting them fall with the pants before he stepped out of them. Duo broke their stare and looked down. His breath caught in his throat and he gasped. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Heero was circumcised and at least eight inches; his testacies were the size of small oranges and all perfectly shaven. He stared in wonder at the beauty before him until Heero hooked a finger under his chin and forced their eyes to meet.

"My turn." He smiled and gently pulled Duo to a standing position.

Duo was all to willing to oblige as he let Heero turn them so Heero was now sitting on the bed and Duo was standing before him. Duo reached up to start removing the clasps on his overalls when Heero stood and shook his head.

"You had your turn." He whispered and smirked.

Duo chuckled and nodded, letting go. Heero reached up and slowly unhooked one clasp, then the next. He let the loose jeans fall to the floor before he reached under Duo's shirt and ran his fingers across his toned stomach and up his muscular chest. Duo moaned and raised his arms so Heero could remove his shirt. The shirt joined the other clothes on the floor before Heero sat on the bed and looked hungrily at Duo's black boxer briefs. He took in every curve made by Duo's erection before he reached up and began tugging them down. He teased himself by lowering the fabric, adjusting the rest so it was even, and then lowering it again. Finally the underwear was resting at his ankles with his pants and Heero was treated to the object of his desire. Duo was completely breath taking. He stood about seven inches with golf ball sized testicles, circumcised with a bush of light brown hair around the base.

Duo felt his knees about to give way from the emotions being stirred up from Heero's gaze and he moaned. Heero looked up and smiled at him before standing and running his fingers across Duo's jaw line. Duo smiled and closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. Heero's fingers wandered over Duo's shoulders, across his collar bone and down his chest.

"Heero…" Duo moaned and opened his eyes, his lust filled gaze meeting Heero's. "Please."

Heero nodded in understanding and pulled Duo down onto the bed. He lowered himself gently so he covered Duo and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Duo wrapped his arms tightly around Heero, pulling him closer. The kissed for several minutes before Heero pulled back and ran his fingers carefully over Duo's braid, asking permission to set it free. Duo hesitated. No one had ever seen him without his hair braided since he was a child; it was almost like his source of power. He looked up into Heero's loving gaze and suddenly all his inhibitions were gone. He smiled and nodded. Heero felt his spine shiver as he reached down and carefully pulled the band off around the tip of the braid. He ran his fingers through the silky locks slowly, watching them run across his fingers as he released them from their binds. When he reached Duo's scalp, he entwined his fingers and gazed into Duo's eyes.

"You're beautiful." He whispered seductively to Duo.

Duo blushed and smiled. "I can't be more beautiful than the angel I've been blessed with." He replied and wrapped his arms tightly around Heero once more, closing their distance with a kiss. Heero moaned and moved to position himself between Duo's legs. He broke their kiss and trailed his lips across Duo's chest, planting small kisses all the way down. Duo writhed beneath him, reveling in Heero's touch. Heero planted a kiss between Duo's navel and groin and then looked up at Duo. Duo nodded hungrily and smiled before Heero engulfed Duo to the base. Duo gasped and threw his head back against the pillow. He was shocked that Heero didn't gag and impressed at his ability to please. Then he couldn't think anymore. Heero ran his tongue around Duo's erection and savored the flavor of him. He had dreamed about this moment for years and now he was here. He knew he wouldn't last long with so much lust built up so he wanted to the moment to last as long as possible. His mouth teased Duo's testicles as he trailed kissed across them and his inner thigh. He was desperate to enter his lover but he was afraid of causing him pain, so he intended to make sure he was completely ready. His tongue moistened and lubricated Duo's inner ravine and while Heero again engulfed Duo's shaft, he carefully inserted one finger.

Duo gasped at the intense pleasure Heero was showing him and basked in the loving care he was taking. The pressure of Heero's finger was almost too much for him, but he swore to himself that he would not climax until Heero was inside him. Once Duo started thrusting back against Heero's finger he entered a second, then a third. Duo was moaning steadily now and Heero knew he was ready. He pulled out his fingers and released his erection. He lay down over Duo and looked into his eyes.

"Ready?"

Duo's eyes were clouded with lust and he smiled. "Yes."

With one steady movement Heero thrust inside his lover and Duo shouted with pain and pleasure. Heero froze, afraid he had hurt Duo and gazed into his eyes. Duo was panting, struggling to adjust to Heero's size. He opened his eyes and looked up at his lover.

"Move."

One word was all it took. Heero began thrusting slowly into Duo, his lust quickly taking over. Duo moaned and panted, he knew he wouldn't last long like this. Suddenly he tensed and gasped.

"Oh…Heero…I…" He grunted as his climax hit without either party touching it. Duo's tightening muscles was all it took. Heero grunted and released his seed deep inside the braided ex-pilot. Both men completely spent, Heero collapsed on Duo and they fell asleep wrapped tightly in each others arms.

Wufei stood over the bathroom sink, a hand placed on each side to steady himself, staring into the mirror. He couldn't believe what he had walked in on. Heero and Duo…on the bed…Wufei shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind. It wasn't that he had a problem with their sexual preference, or even that they had feelings for each other; because truth be told, he had assumed this would happen ever since they had started running. Neither one was very subtle. The thing that disturbed him the most was the reaction he himself had. When he saw Heero undressing Duo he should have walked away and given them their privacy, but he couldn't. He was so enthralled by the sight that he had to watch. He watched the loving touching exchanged between the two; he watched the gently caresses; and he watched passionate love making. He couldn't help it. He even grew hard watching it. When they collapsed, he realized that he had been stroking himself while he watched. He had to run to the bathroom to give himself some release before he exploded. What was wrong with him? He wasn't gay…was he? He shook his head. No, of course he wasn't. It wasn't the gay sex that aroused him. He nodded at his figure in the mirror, as though reasoning out his actions. It was the love he was aroused by. That had to be it. He was watching the love expressed, but the genders. He nodded again and straightened up. He somehow didn't believe himself but he wasn't about to admit it. Instead he turned and left the bathroom to start making dinner while the two lovers slept off their orgasms.