Part Two – Target – Heero Yuy

Duo had been the easiest target due to his proximity and due to his perhaps, trust – the belief that Trowa would not deceive him. Or leave him hanging hard and frustrated in their bedroom. Trowa could hear an angry tirade from the bedroom even as he sat in the office down the hall. He heard the various names he was being called and he admired some of the creative use of language. Duo really did have a colourful vocabulary when it was required – Trowa was not quite sure if some of the things he said were actual words.

Heero was more complicated for a couple of reasons. One – Heero would never let himself be cornered like Duo had and would've not been as easily distracted and two – he wasn't at home so that meant he had to be more creative. Thus why Trowa was sitting in the office, turning on one of the many laptops that littered the house. He knew Heero was working late in some briefing about budgeting and he would be providing input on his own department's finances and work load. And he knew that Heero would have his laptop in front of him as he found the bureaucracy dull and would probably be doing something else more interesting with the machine. So that meant Trowa could do this.

Once the machine was turned on, he opened up the web cam programme and then looked at himself in the screen. Though he had lost his hat in the process of blowing Duo, he had still all the other components of the outfit so he angled the camera and then tried to figure out how to do this in order to make himself look good. It wasn't as if he had never fucked on camera – they had done that, watched it together as foreplay for another round of hot sex – but it made him feel slightly self-conscious as he looked at the image on the screen. Then Trowa remembered his time at the circus. It suddenly seemed like the maid's outfit was less… problematic compared to some of his costumes then. Or lack thereof.

So he kneeled on the chair and arranged the skirt around his body, lifting it up slightly to expose the garter and make it clear there was nothing underneath and then he leaned over to take the picture with a five second delay to assess how it looked. Since it looked as good as he was going to make it appear on his own, he sent it to Heero's direct email account and then waited, drumming his fingers on the arms of his chair.

It didn't take long.

/I'm in a briefing./

Trowa let a little smirk cross over his face as he saw the message appear on the screen. Instead of responding he repositioned his body and the camera, reaching to touch his dick, half-hard from his teasing of Duo, and stroked himself to full arousal. Then he took another picture.

This time the response was instantaneous.

/I will log out of this account./

The threat was not one that Trowa thought Heero would follow through on so he took another, trying to focus on what his hand was doing and showing Heero through the screen that he was enjoying it. It was well known that Heero had a little kink for watching, long established in their relationship, and it was one that Trowa intended to exploit.

The next message was one that made Trowa let a small chuckle escape his lips.

/I'm coming home./

It was then Trowa imagined Heero sat at a shiny conference table, the irritating heads of other departments and Une sat around it, his face unmoving and probably looking completely composed while he was likely half-hard from Trowa's little photo shoot. He calculated about how long it would take Heero to get home, waited awhile before he walked back to the bedroom to see Duo still in the same compromising position.

"I hope you have a plan for 'Ro. Some of it was his idea."

It was then he decided to drop some of the maid act, Duo already having been tortured enough, and he approached the bed, a little horny himself for his little show and he straddled Duo who looked up suspiciously.

"I sent him pictures."

"In the middle of his budget appropriations meeting?" Trowa nodded and Duo smirked then. "Man, he must be all hard and horny in front of Une and those department heads."

"He's coming home. It must've worked."

Duo rattled at the cuffs. "You gonna let me out?"

"Maybe," he said, "but not yet."

Duo attempted to protest but Trowa cut that off in a searing kiss, running his fingers over his body, already exposed from his previous service, and he felt Duo's muscles jump as he touched his chest, his abs and he felt Duo pant into the kiss as he ran his fingertips lightly down his cock.

This time he intended not to be as much of a tease – instead, he made his hand into a fist and loosely pumped as their mouths continued to clash, tongues thrusting into each other's mouths. Trowa ground his body onto Duo's, the material sliding over his skin and making a shiver pass down his own spine as his cock slid against satin and Duo's thigh. They were both getting close, both not really needing a lot of stimulation when Trowa heard the noise of someone entering the house and he pulled back from Duo to look down at him, heavy lidded, his hand stalling where it had been working his dick.

He hopped off Duo, hearing the groan of protest and the rattle of cuffs and he walked to meet Heero, intending to give him a similar greeting to the one he'd given Duo but it seemed foreplay was off the agenda as he felt Heero's body meet his, a hand on the small of his back, the other around his shoulder as they slammed into each other, a little aggression in Heero's moves that made it clear that he had been very affected by the images. Trowa found hands all over him, a mouth on his, hot and insistent and he guessed Heero enjoyed the outfit as his hand played with the garter on his thigh and then went up to his cock, stroking it firmly. Heero's lips left his, tracing a pattern to his ear.

"Do you know what you did to me?"

Trowa smirked, fully aware when Heero's hip were grinding into his. "Revenge," he said simply.

Heero only grunted and Trowa helped with the removal of his Preventer uniform – belt and pants and shirt discarded – watched closely by Duo, Trowa noticing those blue eyes narrow in lust as Heero undressed.

They joined Duo on the bed and Trowa crawled over to the long haired man and kissed him, his hand pumping him to make sure he didn't feel neglected as Heero retrieved supplies, moving behind him. Heero pushed up the material of the maid's outfit and gave Trowa a kiss at the base of his spine before he felt a finger slide inside, pushing in gently as Heero's hand drifted to his cock, tugging on him to distract.

Trowa's lips left Duo's and his hand faltered on Duo as he groaned in pleasure, his head falling down to Duo's shoulder as Heero continued the movement of his fingers, adding another, and another, quickly and efficiently prepping him, touching him confidently and with minimal pain.

He felt Heero lean over to meet Duo's lips and then there was warm breath against the shell of his ear.

"We're going to keep the pictures," Heero said, a low husky tone to his voice.

Trowa had no response to that as he felt Heero push inside, his back arching and his mouth panting against Duo's skin. Heero didn't waste time, Trowa aware of how he must have felt – frustrated and horny in a meeting – and soon he was slamming into him, Trowa pushing back into each thrust, their bodies slick, moving together, and the feeling of the maid's outfit pleasurable against all three sets of bodies.

His hand gripped Duo's dick, his mouth lapped and kissing and licked at Duo's throat even as Heero pounded him from behind, all three of them being a little too far gone for it to last and Trowa didn't mind as Heero fisted his cock faster and his dick went deep, sending Trowa spiralling into orgasm, cum seeping over Heero's fingers and Duo's body and the maid's outfit.

Heero's movements became erratic, a few more thrusts prolonging Trowa's high only for him to come crashing, falling onto his back, Trowa feeling his hot breath through the material that covered his shoulders. They stayed like that for a moment until Duo wriggled, impatient and protesting.

"Hey – someone's gotta help me out here."

Heero moved off him and Trowa rose up off Duo's body wearily, moving down to where Duo's cock was still hard and he bobbed down on him a few times, applying suction without tease or artistry and then he let Duo find his release, tasting cum on his lips.

With Duo panting, Trowa sat back on his heels, seeing the state of the maid's outfit – stained and rumpled – and decided to just remove it, throwing it to the floor. Heero got to his feet and paused, looking back towards the bed.

"Shower?" he offered and Trowa nodded, moving to follow.

"Uh… guys? I'm kinda stuck here," Duo said, his eyes widening as he watched them start to walk out of the room.

Trowa smirked as he stopped in the doorway, leaning naked against it. "This was all you – L2 rules."

He shared a little look with Heero as they departed to the bathroom, running the shower hot together, kissing and groping and sliding together, all the while hearing the sound of death threats emanating from the bedroom.