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Disclaimers: I don't own GW. I'm poor. That ought to be enough proof. Go bug someone with money. It's all you really care about anyway. This fic is for entertainment only. It has lemon yaoi and mention of NCS. If you can't deal, don't read.

Trowa stared down at the sleeping figure under him. Duo hadn't grown much in the years since the war. Of the three of them, he was the smallest. Slender, almost elf like, with wide violet eyes, pale skin, a waterfall of satin chestnut hair, a heart shaped face, and enough energy to power nine Colonies. The tall man ran a hand down the youth's thigh, shivering at the lustful moan the move elicited. Even unconscious, the American could be undeniably sexy.

Chuckling a little at the way things turned out, the former pilot left the bed and headed for the kitchen. With Heero gone, he did most of the cooking, as Duo only knew how to make very basic things. Eggs, sandwiches, and the like. G apparently never thought his fighter would need to feed himself. Rummaging around, Trowa thought back to the first time he'd ever heard Duo's name and the overwhelming hate it brought.

After the Japanese pilot self-destructed, he'd taken him in and developed a huge case of hero worship. A pun lost on him then. The wounded man seemed so dedicated, determined, sure; all the things Trowa longed to be. Then one night, Heero moaned a name, Duo's name. Fury welled up in his heart. Hadn't he been the one to save Heero? Nurse him back to health? So why did he call another's name?

He hid those angry emotions from the object of his affections and eventually they went their separate ways. Months later, he finally got a good look at Duo Maxwell. Wufei, Heero, and Duo had all be captured by OZ and sent to the Moon Base; Trowa worked undercover as a pilot there. One day while making sure he knew the layout of the base, he heard yelling coming from one of the crew quarters. Giving in to curiosity, and being pretty bored, Trowa opened the door.

Inside, four OZ men held Duo down as a fifth struggled to strip the writhing young man. They'd stuffed a rag in the pilot's mouth to silence him, but the noise was coming from the men as the American clawed and fought like one possessed. Five grown men couldn't handle one skinny teenage pilot. It was almost amusing. Almost.

The would-be rapists were so intent on their target, none of them noticed Trowa until after they managed to get all but Duo's underwear and socks off. Part of the Latin fighter wanted to leave his rival to whatever fate had planned. Still, for a Gundam pilot to abandon another was inherently wrong somehow. The decision was taken from him as the men finally noticed their audience.

"No way," Another man snorted. "She's not in charge around here anymore, Barton. Remember that. Siding with her will get you killed. And," he said gesturing towards Duo. "Look at the fringe benefits Tsubarov gives."

Trowa quickly tried to process the new information. If he could reach Lady Une with news about what these men were about to do, she would definitely put a stop to it. But would he be in time to save Duo? Did he want to save Duo? This skinny, loudmouthed fool stole Heero from him before Trowa'd even had a chance to fight. It seemed so easy to just walk away and let it happen. What undid the silent man was looking into those violet orbs. So filled with anger, defiance, and just a hint of fear. No, he couldn't let this befall his fellow pilot. But how to end this without blowing his cover?

"Barton doesn't seem interested in helping break a Gundam pilot," the first man sneered. "Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe we should take him to Tsubarov when we're done here."

"I have no problem breaking him," Trowa claimed thinking fast. Most people thought his skills as a pilot meant something, but Lady Une protected him as long as he proved loyal. His cover was too important to the mission to be lost now. "I'm just not interested in watching you fools go about it the wrong way."

"Oh, I know you can fuck him." This time Trowa sneered. "But that won't break him. Do you really think it will be that easy? Does he look frightened to you?" All the men turned. The only thing they could see was anger, no fear on their captive's face. "See what I mean. You could fuck him all day and you'd get your throats cut if he escapes."

" Make him enjoy it." The simple suggestion set off more struggles from the longhaired pilot. "Look at how afraid his is. He can handle rape, but make him beg for it, make him cry out in ecstasy, and he will snap."

Trowa forced a laugh past his lips. "Look at it this way, if he escapes, you can turn me over to Tsubarov as a traitor. Think of how pleased he'll be."

"Just talk with him. Tell him what I'm going to do. Maybe feel him up a little. And find some lube. Pain will only help him convince himself that he never wanted me to touch him."

"I've got lube in my quarters." A fourth man put in. "It'll take two minutes to get it and get back. I'll keep an eye on the pair until everyone is back."

So it was decided. The men used the room's sheets to tie Duo's hands and feet securely. Leaving him on the bed, they glared a warning and left. Once they were gone, the tall pilot sat next to the trembling prisoner. Terrified eyes begged him to be let go.

"I can't let my disguise be jeopardized." Trowa said softly and ran a hand through Duo's hair marveling at how soft it was. "I'll be gentle, but you have to see there's no way out. If I let them do what they want, you'll be in no condition to pilot your Gundam and the Doctors told me they are almost ready. I'm sorry."

The fourth man came back and Trowa did his best to ignore the fear radiating from the bound figure. When at last everyone was back, they all held Duo down as attached the manacles to his wrists and ankles. Then the green-eyes pilot showed them how to position the captive so his arms were trapped in front of him and a little above his head, while his legs stayed bent and far apart. It looked almost like the doggy style position, but was far more humiliating for the Gundam pilot. Once all his limbs were in place, the men holding Duo down activated the magnetic properties of the metal and the American found himself unable to move no matter how hard he fought.

"So show us, Barton, how to break a Gundam pilot," The leader commanded. Trowa silently promised to kill the bastard later. However, he knelt besides the slightly trembling figure.

Slowly, he ran gentle fingers over the skin of Duo's back. It was so soft. Heero's wasn't this soft. Not even Quatre had skin like this! Unable to help himself, he changed the touches to caresses, aching to feel more. The American tried to avoid his hands, throwing his body anyway he could, yet still feeling pleasure building in his gut.

Trowa slid behind Duo and between his spread legs, allowing the struggles to stimulate an erection. If he stopped to think about what he was doing, there would be no way to maintain it. A small groan escaped his lips as he felt his soon-to-be lover accidentally rubbed against him. The sound stilled all movement on Duo's part. The trembling got worse as the beauty was torn between the desire to fight and the knowledge that fighting only aroused his captor more.

Raking the shaking form with his eyes, the undercover fighter couldn't help but be amazed at how incredible his prisoner looked. Like some fey creature in a fairy tale. The only thing spoiling the illusion was the braid, so Trowa undid it, spreading the mass over his lover. He used a few strands to brush over Duo's nipples, loving the gasp the American couldn't stop.

Using one hand to focus on the hard, pebbling nipples, Trowa shifted the other to kneed the front of the lithe man's underwear. For a long time the single response his caresses elicited was the desperate shaking of the chestnut covered head; the owner trying to deny the pleasure being given him. The banged pilot simply kept touching and massaging the silky flesh pinned beneath his body. The mercenaries had spent years teaching him how to touch them, how to drive them insane with bliss; of course, he'd never expected to use what he learned on anyone but Heero.

Finally, Duo started thrusting into his hand; a signal he was ready for the next step. Pulling a knife from his boot, Trowa cut away the cotton fabric trapping a throbbing flesh in his grip. He made sure the captive felt the cool metal slid along his skin without ever causing so much as a single nick in the flawless flesh. A throaty, helpless moan filled the room. Looking around, the tall rebel saw the other men's hands buried in their pants.

Stroking the now free member, Trowa pulled his other hand away from Duo's nipples and applied a small amount of lube to his middle finger. Teasingly, he circled the digit around the tight opening he intended to plunder later. Whimpers poured around the gag. Eventually, he pushed just the tip of the finger inside and stopped.

"Good boy," Trowa purred and ran his tongue along the length of Duo's spine. Reaching the neck, he bit softly and then lapped at the tears streaking the heart shaped face. "You see, gentlemen," he adopted the tone of one giving a lecture. "Gundam pilots are ready for pain. He cannot deal with what I am doing to him and so he will beg me to be taken."

Duo shook his head even as his rebellious body rocked on the finger piercing him. Turing his attention back to his lover, the Latin pilot forced a second digit within the tight recesses. Carefully he moved them around until he felt a small bump. Smiling, Trowa used both fingers to caress it.

The response was immediate, Duo's head shot up, a look of surprise and pure need on his face. His hips thrust back again and again, trying to maintain contact with that spot. He didn't notice when a third invader was added.

Soft sounds drifted into the room through the gag and Trowa wanted to hear them all. Quickly abandoning Duo's erection, he removed the gag, rewarded with an unrestrained sultry groan. The bound pilot was a picture of wanton lust. He pushed back on the digits invading him, taking them as far inside as he could. A sheen of sweat covered that lithe body and soft hair moved in waves as he sought release.

Freeing his own aching flesh, the taller rebel thrust in with a single push, causing Duo to cry out as the pleasure and pain of the invasion mixed. Fully seated, Trowa grabbed the slender hips beneath him, preventing any movement, and stilled himself as well.

The longer the pair stayed still, the higher the tension in the room went. The OZ men panted with exertion; enjoying the show, but needing to see the end so badly. Duo adjusted to the length inside him and discovered it pressed wonderfully against that special place, yet he had to have more. Trowa simply waited. Experience told him what the other pilot was feeling and a distant part wondered how long the American could hold out. After all, the chestnut haired beauty turned out to be far more passionate than he'd anticipated. It was as if Duo was built to take pleasure. So hot and tight. So very beautiful.

Suddenly, Duo jerked. Three minutes, Trowa marveled. Longer than expected. The attempt to free himself came again and again, each more desperate than the last as the prisoner realized he could do nothing, he was totally at the mercy of Trowa.

"Do it." The Latin growled. "Beg me to fuck you and I will. Or we could just stay like this. I can take pleasure from you and give none back. Leave you unfulfilled. Desperate. Unless you beg."

"Beg," Trowa commanded and gave a little shove of his hips. Not enough to truly satisfy his lover, but enough to drive him further into desperation.

"Like this?" Trowa taunted. He pulled almost all the way out and then drove back in with all his strength and weight, striking that nub perfectly.

Driving in and out of the writhing body below him, Trowa lost all memory of where he was. All that mattered was claiming the fey creature below him.

Trowa discovered something he and Heero would rediscover years later after the Eve War. There is nothing in all the universe as sexy as a bound, helpless, and desperate Duo Maxwell.

"You," Duo sobbed, terrified Trowa would stop if he said anything else. Having the other pilot inside him felt so good. Heaven. He didn't want it to ever end. They had to stay like this forever. They had to.

"Good boy," Trowa said proudly as he bit down on the tender neck of the Deathscythe pilot and sent him into orgasm. Duo arched against him, forcing his lover even deeper into him, and pulling him into ecstasy as well.

A quick glance told him that wasn't true. His fellow rebel was faking it. Probably fearing the men might try to follow Trowa's example.

"He's going to remember everything he said and did when he wakes up. How do you think that will make him feel? Go look in on him tomorrow. I'll wager a month's pay he doesn't talk as much or seem quite so rebellious." Here Trowa smirked. The assholes might have taken it as one of triumph, but it was more because the supposedly unconscious pilot could hear them and would now have to behave. "And imagine what he'll do when I visit him for another go round."

Afterwards, the men finished cleaning up, dressed Duo, and once more dumped him in the cell. He'd been relieved that Duo and Wufei escaped. No one noticed five missing men before he left to find Quatre for the last time. No one really cared.

In the months that followed, the war heated up and there was never a chance to examine what he felt for the longhaired boy from L2. Once the war and the Eve wars ended, though, hiding from his feelings became impossible. Talking to his best friend, Quatre, didn't help much either. The blond just suggested he take the best of both worlds, Heero and Duo.

It might have ended there, except for Heero. The Japanese pilot showed up at the circus one year after the Eve Wars with a proposition. The American was about to turn eighteen. Why didn't they go and make it a very special birthday? Unwilling to deny the wild haired pilot anything, he agreed. So they ended up together, taking missions for the Preventers and incredibly happy.

A soft chuckled brought him back to the present. Duo stood at the kitchen door, hair loose, wearing nothing more than a lecherous grin.

"I'm sure I can," Duo grinned and went down on all fours. Sliding over the tiled floor with the grace of a panther, the lithe pilot crawled toward his target. Every inch of his body exuded sensuality. By the time he reached his lover, the man was panting with desire.

Kneeling before the former circus performer, Duo unzipped the tight pants and pulled them down, causing an engorged piece of flesh to bob before his eyes.

Few people could give Duo an order and have it followed. Heero and Trowa were the exceptions. He did what they wanted, not only because he wanted to, but also because he loved them. Licking the erection like it was a lollipop, Duo wet every inch then swallowed the whole thing to its root.

Trowa moaned and sank his hands in chestnut silk. He could feel the American's throat tightening around him as he was caressed by a far too talented tongue. For what seemed forever, the smaller man licked and suckled at him, driving him to the edge. The mood was almost broken by a newcomer.

Duo hummed his Japanese lover a greeting that had Trowa throwing his head back and screaming. When he pulled himself together, Duo was busy licking him clean.

"The mission was easier than anticipated." The words were spoken softly enough, but fire burned within the blue of his eyes. Fire that his lovers knew.

The pair moaned in anticipation; it had been too long since the Asian asserted his claim. Duo braced himself against the nearest wall, legs wide spread and watched as his Spanish lover followed orders. As the last piece of clothing hit the floor, the long-limbed man took position behind the smaller Preventer.

"Very good," The cobalt-eyed fighter commented. Still fully clothed, he ran his hands down each man's body, watching them writhe. "So responsive," he chuckled. "Do you want me?"

"Good. Since it looks like I interrupted breakfast, why don't you use this butter to make things easier on Duo, Trowa." Saying this he handed the other man a partially melted stick. "And don't use your hands."

"No," Duo pleaded. He knew he couldn't stand to have Trowa's tongue in him for that long and Heero never let him touch himself without permission. "Please, Heero. I can't."

"Yes you can," The former Wing pilot went to his duffle bag and pulled out the newest toy he'd found. It was a pair of rabbit fur lined cuffs, attached at the sides, with a metal link so a person could hook them to something. Heero pushed a large spike through the hole and then drove it into the wall over Duo's head.

"Put your wrists in there." The American complied without hesitation. All three felt a jolt of desire surge through them as the restraints clicked shut. "Now you don't have to worry about obeying me."

Stepping back, he nodded for Trowa to begin. The Spaniard lapped up a large glob of butter and lowered himself behind Duo. Violet eyes watched his every move with heady lust.

Slowly, the banged man pushed the greasy substance through the tight ring of muscle, stopping his invasion just as the slick stuff penetrated his love. He could feel Duo tremble, fighting the urge to close his legs; something Heero long ago forbid. The passionate young man was to surrender and he did so willingly. But only for them. The two men knew the gift they had; never abused it, and always did everything in their power to make Duo feel nothing but mind-blowing pleasure.

Feeling the shaking grow worse, Trowa had pity on the bound man and pushed his tongue fully in. Carefully, the butter was worked in, spread as wide as possible. Twice more the procedure got repeated, drawing pleas, groans, and pants from their lover.

Aroused too much to wonder why Heero was just watching, the former clown, rose and slowly claimed the fey beauty. It was only when his flesh met Duo's that he saw what the Asian was up to. Heero pounded another spike into the wall, this time above Trowa's head.

Soon Heero was looking at two terribly excited, naked, helpless men, totally at his mercy. The taller man's body blanketed Duo's, allowing the smaller's hair to brush against him in the most pleasing places. Each trembled, waiting for him to tell them they could move. At times like these, the Japanese man wondered what he had ever done to deserve two such perfect lovers.

"Please, Heero," Trowa panted. "I can't....he's so tight....please let me...." The words fell away as a butter-slicked intruder entered him. The invader went straight for his prostate, causing him to howl and make gentle drives into the man under him.

"Heero!" Duo almost screamed. Trowa's thrusts brushed against that spot inside him that made everything burn, yet allowed him no completion. "Oh Gods, Heero! Please, fuck us!"

All he did was add a second finger, sending Trowa further down the road of insanity, taking Duo with him. By the time he inserted the third, each man was begging; promising him anything if he would only take them. A smile tugged at his lips. Neither even considered trying to do something without his permission.

They gave themselves to him wholly; trusting implicitly that he would never hurt or use them. Each giving up control and choice. The surrender turned him on whenever he thought about it. In the time they'd been together, he'd had them over desks, in closets, elevators, and once, just to be kinky and because the mission required them to hide there, a coffin. Watching the pair writhe as he pushed a fourth finger into Trowa, Heero thanked whatever deity sent these lovers to him and unzipped his pants.

Pulling out his fingers, the Asian hardly paused before pushing himself all the way into the normally quiet man. Not feeling like teasing them any longer, Heero pulled out and grabbed Trowa's hips, slowly impaling him again as the tall man moved out of Duo. Then with a quick thrust, he claimed the tall man and forced him into the smaller.

Both screamed his name, begging for more. Again and again, he repeated the rhythm. Filling and emptying. Sweat covered them as they strained for release. The zipper of Heero's jeans scratching Trowa's rear; the pain making the pleasure so much sweeter. Duo rocked against the wall, his erection brushing against it so delightfully.

"Because I love you!" Together they spoke and together they came. Those four words echoed in Heero's mind and sent him thundering after them into orgasm. They loved him!

Soft pants filled the kitchen for a long time; the young men too tired to move and too sated to want to. Not speaking, the wild haired man undid each set of cuffs and guided his lovers to the bathroom. Running warm water into the large tub, he gentle placed them inside. Watching in amusement as they stretched like big cats.

"Yeah," Duo agreed. "We're former terrorists and current Preventers who go out and hunt people down. Flowers and candy are nice but not us. Do I need to mention we're three guys who love to screw each other in strange places? Not exactly normal." The taller men had to laugh at that. No, they were not "normal." Leave it to Duo to point that out. Cleverly as well.

"Besides which," Trowa said, "Valentine's Day is about showing people you love them. You do that every day. Duo and I don't need anything other than you. That's the greatest gift of all."