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Heero’s heart aches as he looks into his wife’s tear-filled eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “There’s always adoption, or surrogacy.”
Relena shakes her head. “I know, and that’s probably a better idea but… I want to have your child, to carry the baby myself. I’ve dreamed of being a mother my whole life, Heero.” Her voice trembles, her pleading tone going straight to his soul.
“Okay, then.” He takes a deep breath. “I need to do more research, but if this is your choice, then it’s what we’ll do.”
Relena gives him a watery smile. “Thank you.”
He leans in and gives her a soft kiss, reverent but chaste. “Of course.” He really would do anything for her. Will do anything for her. “Come to bed, love. It’s been a long day.”
She follows him willingly. They curl together under the covers, Relena a soft, warm presence pressed against his front. He tries to ignore the anxiety in his gut, the warning bells going off in his head. This will be difficult and dangerous, but it’s also the only solution if she’s going to get what she wants.
Soon, her soft snores tell him she’s fallen asleep, but for him, sleep doesn’t come. It was a long day, and it will also be a long night.
Heero checks and double checks the symbols drawn in chalk in the wooden floor of their dining room. The table and chairs are pushed into the living room to create space. Cinnamon- and clove-scented candles are spaced evenly around the summoning circle, in between the ancient symbols surrounding it.
Relena stands next to him, as naked as he is, honey brown hair flowing down her back without her customary braids. She’s beautiful, candlelight creating shifting shadows on her fair skin in the dark room. But he can’t focus on that right now. This is a dangerous, desperate Hail Mary, and he must perform every step perfectly.
“Ready?” he asks, eyes still searching the markings inscribed before them for any imperfection.
“Ready,” she replies.
He takes a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out, and begins to chant.
During his research, he discovered that the only appropriate language for this summoning is Demonic. Not even Latin or Ancient Greek will do. He is grateful for his facility with languages, which made it much easier to teach himself the necessary words and grammar. Memorizing the sounds would not be enough. It’s too easy to make a mistake that way.
The incantation comes to an end, and for a moment, Heero thinks he made a mistake. But soon smoke begins to curl upward from the center of the circle. Heero reaches for Relena’s hand, a hold she returns with all her strength.
The smoke clears to reveal a demon who is as naked as they are. Its mouth is drawn up in a smirk below purple eyes that glow in the dim light, pupils slitted like a cat’s. Chestnut bangs frame its face, and a long braid is pulled forward over one shoulder. Golden skin just a shade lighter than Heero’s own seems luminescent in the candlelight.
“It is not often that I am summoned by two humans at once,” the demon says. Its voice is smooth as honey, its deep timbre soothing and arousing all at once.
They hadn’t known exactly what to expect. While there are many tomes describing the necessary summoning rituals for an incubus, the ones that describe what to expect beyond the act of summoning are less detailed. They focus mainly on technicalities of negotiation and the making of pacts, not so much on what physical characteristics the demon would possess.
“Well? Did you bring me here for a reason? If you know enough to perform a summoning, certainly you know the steps for negotiating a deal? Or shall I simply extract payment in exchange for your impertinence?”
“No!” Heero says quickly, “We wish to negotiate.”
The demon’s smirk grows even more pronounced. “Very well. What do you desire?”
“Fertility,” Heero says, then gestures to Relena. “Lena’s womb is barren. We wish you to heal it.” They discussed what nicknames they would share with the demon, as it is very important that the demon never learn their True Names—not if they want to avoid being controlled by it interminably. But tradition requires that those entering a pact share a part of their Name, and so they decided on the nicknames they call each other.
“And what, pray tell, does that have to do with you?”
“I wish to father her child.”
“I see.” The demon’s eyebrow raises in challenge. “The payment will be steep if you do not allow me to implant my own seed. What shall I call you, human?”
“Ro.”
“Very well. Before I service Lena, you will service me.”
Heero blinks. They knew the price would likely be high, but this is unexpected. “Define what you mean by ‘service you.’”
The demon bares its teeth in what might be called a smile, were it not so predatory. “Tonight, tomorrow, and the next night, you will be my sexual companion, to do with as I please.”
Heero blanches, looking to Relena only to find the same fear in her eyes. “That is too much,” he insists. “Tonight only,” he demands, trying not to think of the fact that he’s never been with a man before. Never wanted to be with a man in that way.
“Tonight and tomorrow,” the demon returns, a dangerous glint in its eyes.
Heero ignores the warning in his mind insisting No! Too much! He promised Relena, and he will keep that promise. “Accepted.” He hesitates. “But no penetrative sex.”
“How about this? Tonight and tomorrow, and ‘penetration’, as you call it, only if you want it.” There is delight dancing in the demon’s eyes, delight at Heero’s expense.
There’s a trap here, Heero knows there is, but he senses that this is the demon’s final offer on this front.
“Accepted. But only if you do not impregnate Lena before I can. You will not prevent my ability to impregnate her. You will heal her womb immediately after my debt has been paid.”
“Do you think it is so easy to do such a thing?”
Heero isn’t sure how to respond, and after a beat of silence, the demon continues.
“It takes time. A week, at least, maybe as much as a month, and if you are to sire her child, you must partake as well.”
A week? A month? Heero’s trepidation grows.
“Aside from tomorrow, we will usually only be available at night, and must have time for sleep as well.”
The demon narrows its eyes. “If you want this to work, you must be committed. I will permit you two days to yourselves each week.”
“Four,” Heero counters.
“Three.”
From the demon’s tone, it will allow no less, so Heero nods. They will be using all the vacation time they’ve saved to make this work if this lasts a whole month.
“Very well,” the demon intones. “For tonight and tomorrow, Ro, you will service me sexually, with ‘penetration’ only as you desire. I will not impregnate Lena before you do, and once she is healed, I will help you to do so. You will both be fully available to me for four days each week, days of my choosing. Do you agree to these terms?”
Heero weighs the offer and looks to Relena. Her eyes plead with him to accept. The price is more than he expected, more than he ever thought he’d be willing to pay, but for Relena… he steels his nerves and nods. “We agree.”
“Lena, you must agree for yourself.”
“I do.” The fact that her words echo marriage vows gives Heero a deep sense of foreboding, but it’s too late.
The demon looks at them expectantly, eyebrow raised, and Heero remembers belatedly that pacts such as this must be sealed with a kiss. He steps forward, noticing that the demon is just an inch or two taller than he. He has never had a lover who was taller. He hesitates, knowing that this is the point of no return, then pushes past his anxiety and kisses the incubus.
He intends for it to be a short, close-mouthed kiss, but as soon as their lips touch, the demon reaches up to cup its hand around the back of Heero’s head, deepening the kiss. This close, Heero is surrounded by its scent, citrus and spice, heady enough to make him light-headed. Its tongue demands entrance, and despite his intentions, Heero grants it.
It doesn’t take long for him to realize his mistake. Incubus venom is an aphrodisiac of the highest order, and soon, Heero is pressing himself against the demon, desperate for more contact as the kiss goes on and on. When the demon finally pulls away, Heero whimpers at the loss.
The demon chuckles. “Don’t worry, my pet. You will have more soon. Lena, it’s your turn.”
Relena looks between the two of them, eyes wide with trepidation. Heero’s face flushes a deep red, mortification at his actions making him avert his eyes. But he can’t help but look back up as the demon steps away from him and pulls Relena into its arms.
It leans in, nuzzling her neck before whispering something in her ear that Heero cannot hear. Now it is Relena’s turn to blush, and the demon strokes her cheek gently before cupping it and gently kissing her.
It does not pull her in the way it had Heero, but Relena’s reaction is much the same. Soon she is panting and plastering herself against him, and Heero clenches his fists and tries to keep his breathing even, reminding himself that she had watched him do just that a moment before.
“Lovely,” it whispers against her lips before it pulls away. She tries to follow it, but it raises a finger to her lips to hold her back. “Soon, my dear. First your… husband?” It looks at her in question, and she nods. “Your husband must pay the debt. You have a choice to make, though.”
A furrow appears on her brow. “A choice?”
The demon’s smirk returns. “Yes, a choice. Do you want to watch?”
Even in the dim light, Heero can see her pupils blow wide, almost eclipsing the blue of her eyes. She licks her lips. “Yes.”
Heero’s pulse quickens. He has never been interested in exhibitionism, but this is different. This is his wife. Her presence will be a comfort, certainly. At least, he hopes so. And something about the idea of putting on a show for her has his blood pumping faster, his breath quickening. Or maybe that’s the venom.
“Very good.” The demon looks between them. “You may call me Duo. Lena, you may watch but you may not touch us until I tell you so. Do you understand?” It waits until she nods. “You may, however, touch yourself.”
She lets out a whine as Heero feels his heart rate accelerate even more.
The demon turns to him. “You will do as I say, within the restrictions we have agreed. You will not touch her until I allow it. Do you understand?”
“I do.” This time, the echo of his wedding vows seems almost right. This is just one step towards sharing the great intimacy of creating a child. This is for them , for him and Relena. Duo is a means to an end. No more.
“Now, show me to the bedroom, my pet,” Duo tells Heero. Heero takes its hand and leads it through the house. “Follow us, my dear,” it calls over its shoulder. They are helpless to resist.
As Heero enters the bedroom, he wonders what, exactly, they have gotten themselves into. Surely, it will not be so bad? Already, he knows his body will respond to the demon. Certainly he will enjoy this, as will Relena when it is her turn. The tomes he read for research warned that incubi, like all demons, will usually gain the upper hand in negotiations, but he was so careful. Soon, they will have a child on the way. This will be worth it, Heero tells himself. It has to be.
When they enter the bedroom, Duo points wordlessly at the window seat by the bay window, and Relena obediently goes to sit there. Then it—he? The demon is an incubus after all—pulls Heero toward him, claiming his mouth in a kiss yet again.
Heero thought the previous kiss was intense, but this kiss, if it could be called a mere kiss, eclipses it by far. Duo’s tongue invades his mouth, tasting just the same as his citrus and spice scent. Heero sucks at it greedily, hungry for every drop of that spicy sweetness.
He doesn’t realize he is rutting against the demon, cock already hard, until Duo puts his hands on Heero’s hips, staying his movement.
“Hush, my pet,” Duo soothes, then takes his hand and leads him to the bed. “I will give you what you desire in due time.”
If Heero were less captivated by the demon in front of him, he would be embarrassed by the high-pitched whine he lets out as Duo pulls away from him, but as it is, he hardly notices it. Duo climbs onto the bed with sinuous grace, turning as he reaches the pillows and beckoning Heero to him.
Heero goes willingly, leaning in to kiss the demon again, but Duo puts a hand on his chest, chuckling as he holds him just out of reach.
“So eager, and after so little a taste? You are going to be such fun.” Duo leans forward, lips brushing against Heero’s ear, and Heero shivers as Duo’s breath ghosts over his skin. “Tell me what you desire, my pet.”
Heero whines again, unable to answer because truthfully, he doesn’t know . Well, he knows he wants another kiss, but beyond that? His mind shies away from all the possibilities because he has no idea how to wrap his head around the fact that he wants this so much when the demon in front of him is not even female. He’s never been with a man, never wanted to be, and now it’s all he can think of.
Apparently sensing his difficulties, Duo continues. “More kisses, I presume? But what then? Do you want to feel my mouth on your cock, hmm?”
Heero nods frantically, a spurt of precome showing just how much the prospect excites him.
Duo chuckles again. “Very well, my pet.” His hand disappears from Heero’s chest, no longer holding him back, and Heero kisses him fiercely, burying one hand in the hair at the nape of the demon’s neck, the other gripping onto his shoulder as if it will anchor Heero to reality as his body drapes along the demon’s. Citrus and spice explode on his tongue and he sips eagerly, practically feeling the venom as it seeps into his bloodstream, stoking his desire to new heights.
He barely realizes he’s rutting against the demon until he feels its hard length against his own, eliciting a deep moan. The thought that he’s the cause of such arousal has pride surging through him as he thrusts his tongue into the demon’s mouth, desperate for the sweet, sweet venom he tastes there.
Heero whimpers as Duo begins to kiss along his jaw, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, “You make such sweet sounds for me, pet. Let’s see how you sing for me with my mouth around your cock, shall we?”
Before he even knows what’s happening, he’s being flipped onto his back and hot, wet kisses are trailing down his neck, tingling sensations erupting in their wake. The demon’s mouth stops over his nipple, breathing warm and damp against him as he encircles Heero’s dick with his hand. Heero feels out of his mind with lust, certain he’s never been this turned on in his life and desperate for release.
“Please,” he begs, desperate and barely coherent, only to hear the demon chuckle before he laps at Heero’s nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak as he slowly, slowly pumps Heero’s cock, his hand too loose and the pace too slow to do anything more than tease. Heero arches his back even as he pumps his hips, trying everything he can to get more sensation.
“So responsive, so good,” the demon says, and Heero can’t help but preen at the praise, knowing he’s pleasing his lover. He feels a frisson of wrong at that thought, as if the demon isn’t the one he’s meant to be with, but it’s quickly eclipsed as Duo moves down and licks a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, hand moving to fondle his balls.
“Fuck!” Heero cries, then moans as Duo takes the head of his cock into his mouth and sucks, tonguing at the slit as he rolls Heero’s balls in his hand. He can’t help it when his own hands grab ahold of the demon’s hair, probably pulling some of it out of its braid as he tries to push Duo down, down, down, to thrust up into that wet heat.
Only then does he notice the demon’s other hand is steadying his hip, his grip supernaturally strong as he both holds Heero in place and resists the press of Heero’s hands. Heero whimpers as he continues to struggle against the demon’s hold, then cries out in protest as Duo lifts his head, Heero’s cock popping out of his mouth with a sinfully wet sound.
“So eager,” Duo says with a chuckle, and Heero almost can’t believe the desperate whine sounding from his throat, but he doesn’t care. He needs to feel that mouth around him, needs to come like he’s never needed anything in his life. Only then does the heavy breathing coming from near the window register, and he looks over to see his wife touching herself and fondling her breast as she watches him.
The sight is like a bucket of ice water. It should be arousing to see her in this state, but the sudden reminder that he’s responding like this to someone other than her, to a man no less, no matter that he’s not human, brings a churning in his gut that has him swallowing harshly in an attempt not to be sick.
“None of that,” he hears the demon say as it takes hold of his cock again—thinking of the demon as an it will be easier, surely—then surges up to kiss him deeply. Venom floods his mouth, citrus and spice drowning out his hesitation, blanking his mind to anything but the feeling of the hand pumping his cock with purpose and the tongue licking his lips apart and fucking into his mouth in a crude imitation of sex.
He rolls his hips and almost doesn’t notice when the demon breaks the kiss, but then those plump lips are closing over the head of his cock and sinking down to the root. Duo bobs his head, hands gripping Heero’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Heero relishes the thought, knowing he will bear the marks of his lover for days.
“No!” he cries when the wet heat disappears from around his dick, but those strong hands hold him in place as he desperately tries to thrust up.
“Hush, pet. I’m going to let go of your hips now so you can fuck my face. Would you like that, Ro?”
The shortened version of his name is music to Heero’s ears, though he’d much rather hear the whole of it from those sinful lips. Something in the back of his mind is telling him not to share it with the demon, but the temptation is too great, and he opens his mouth to do just that when Duo interrupts him.
“Or do you not want to fuck my face?” he queries with a raised brow, and the reminder of that possibility completely derails Heero’s train of thought.
“Yes!”
A teasing glint enter’s Duo’s catlike, glowing eyes. “Yes, you don’t or yes, you do?”
“Let me fuck your face, please ,” Heero begs, some small part of him appalled at his own desperation, but that part is drowned out by the overwhelming need to come, and come soon.
“Very well,” Duo acquiesces, returning his mouth to Heero’s cock and sinking down to the root. When Heero doesn’t move right away, Duo looks up from under his lashes expectantly, moving his hands to Heero’s ass and giving each cheek a squeeze.
Heero can’t hold back after that. He doesn’t want to hold back. He grabs hold of Duo’s hair, pulling more strands from that beautiful braid, then pushes Duo down, down, down as he fucks up into the demon’s throat. He doesn’t want to look away from those hooded, gorgeous eyes, but he can’t help but throw his head back in ecstasy as his climax draws ever nearer.
He’s so close , hovering on that edge but needing something, something to push him over. He looks over to see Relena vigorously stroking her clit as she pulls at a nipple, biting her lip, and it should be enticing but all he can think as he sees her is wrong wrong wrong . His eyes are drawn back to the blazing purple irises trained on his face, nearly eclipsed by the strange, catlike pupils that are blown wide with pleasure. The pure want Heero sees is almost enough to finally make him come, but he can’t— he can’t—
Suddenly he feels pressure on his taint, warm fingers massaging there before inching slowly downwards and swirling over the puckered skin of his hole, and he explodes, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he presses Duo down, spilling into his throat. Surely Duo would be choking on his seed, unable to breathe and practically drowning, but he simply stares intently into Heero’s eyes and swallows it all, a look of pure pleasure engulfing his features.
Finally, the aftershocks subside and Duo pulls off his softening cock. Heero lays back in a daze, only to see Duo move back up the bed, straddling him and pulling on his own dick. He stops for a moment, reaches behind him before bringing his hand back, now slick and wet, then begins to pump himself again as he continues to stare intensely into Heero’s eyes.
Heero is torn. Never before has he had any desire to watch a man pleasure himself, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to watch Duo caress himself, hear the slick sounds of his hand on his cock and watch until Duo comes all over him. All over him . The prospect has Heero breaking the staring match and gazing at the object of his desire, wanting nothing more than to watch Duo fall apart, to feel his come land in thick spurts across his chest and stomach, maybe to taste…
“I can feel your desire, pet. If watching is this much fun, how much more would it be to touch, hmm?”
Heero’s mouth goes dry, his hands twitching as he continues to gaze avidly at the demon’s hand moving over his own dick.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To feel the hot length of me in your hand, feel the weight as I fuck into your hand, hear me moan as you pleasure me? How much do you want to touch? To feel me as I come all over you? Tell me, Ro.”
Heero , he thinks, but something, some rational part of him, keeps that bottled up inside, and instead he says simply, “Please,” finally looking up at those cat-like eyes, begging with both his words and his eyes.
Duo smirks. “Very well. Give me your hand.”
Heero does as instructed and Duo takes it in the hand he’s not using to stroke his dick, bringing it to his mouth to lick it thoroughly, lavishing it with his saliva, then guiding it down to replace his own.
Distantly, Heero recognizes that this is strange for him. He’s never touched a dick other than his own, never wanted to, but in this moment, he wants absolutely nothing more than to feel its weight in his hand, to bring Duo pleasure just as the demon did him.
Duo’s cock is hot to the touch, a beautiful heat to match the tingling that began on his palm as soon as Duo licked it. As Heero begins to move his hand, the incubus’s foreskin pulls up and down the length, exposing then hiding the shiny head of his cock in a display that probably shouldn’t fascinate Heero this much, but he can look at nothing else.
“Yes, Ro,” Duo moans, and impossibly, Heero can feel his dick begin to swell. “Oh, yes, my pet, my cock looks so good fucking into your fist. How good would it look fucking into your mouth?”
Suddenly Heero’s mouth is watering. A moment ago, he hadn’t even imagined touching another man’s dick, and now he can think of nothing else but the weight of Duo’s on his tongue, the way his jaw might stretch… Would his precome taste as good as his venom? Would his come?
“Don’t stop,” Duo admonishes, and Heero realizes his hand has gone lax on Duo’s cock. “Unless you want me to fuck your face? Would you like to taste me there as well?”
“Yes,” Heero rasps, his voice barely discernible, it’s so rough. “Yes, fuck my mouth.”
“As you wish,” Duo says, and Heero can hear the smirk in his voice even as he can’t tear his eyes away from the rigid length in front of him.
Duo knee-walks up the bed, settling on Heero’s chest. He takes hold of himself with one hand, teasing Heero’s lips with the just tip of his cock and oh, fuck , the taste of his precome is even more potent than his saliva. It’s got that same citrus-spice flavor but it’s deeper, muskier and slightly bitter but oh, so good.
Heero lifts his head to suck on the tip, but Duo uses his free hand to grab Heero’s hair, tugging him back down. “No, pet,” he growls, and that sound has Heero’s dick fully hard now, even though it’s way too soon for that to be possible. “You’ll take what I give you and no more.”
Heero is too out of it to be embarrassed by the whimper he gives then, but he quiets when the fist in his hair lets go and begins to pet him gently.
“Hush, my pet. I’ll give you what you need,” Duo soothes. Gazing into those cat’s-eye pupils, Heero can do nothing but believe him. Somehow, deep within him, he knows Duo will do exactly as he promises.
“Please,” Heero whispers, and Duo’s mouth curls in a smirk.
“You do beg so prettily. Very well.” Duo’s hand tightens in his hair again, but this time it’s simply to hold him steady as he eases his cock into Heero’s mouth.
Heero moans around the thick girth, feeling the vibration in his lips as they push back the incubus’s foreskin. His jaw stretches wide, and soon Duo’s cock is resting against his soft palate. Heero swallows around him, precome dripping down his throat and leaving an almost numb sensation behind. He can feel the pressure, but only just.
“Deep breath,” Duo instructs, and Heero obeys. His eyes widen then as he feels Duo’s cock push further, ever so gently, until he pushes past that small resistance and into Heero’s throat. The precome must be numbing Heero’s gag reflex, though he can’t help but swallow around the thick intrusion.
Heero expects Duo to start moving, but he just holds there as Heero swallows and swallows, feeling himself get more and more turned on as this venom that seems to be even more potent seeps down his throat. His eyes roll back in his head, and he’s just on the verge of pushing Duo off as he becomes desperate for breath when the incubus pulls back.
Heero gasps around Duo’s cock as it pulls out of his throat, breathing heavily as Duo once again holds himself still.
“You did very well, my pet,” Duo croons, and Heero basks in the praise even as he begins to suck, desperate for more of that venom. “Oh yes, so well. Now, be a good pet and use your hand to hold what won’t fit in your mouth — that’s it. You can use your other hand to pleasure yourself.”
Heero moans as he does as he’s told, and oh , he didn’t think sex could possibly feel this good and all he has touching him is his hand. It’s a little too dry for him to be stripping himself this forcefully, but he doesn’t care, only thrusts his hips up into his own fist as he sucks and sucks and sucks , Duo beginning to rock in and out of his mouth. Drool starts running down his face and he doesn’t even care because this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him.
He’s close, so close, but something is holding him back, he can’t— he can’t—
“Shhh,” Duo soothes, once again petting Heero’s hair. “I know. Don’t worry. Make me come and you’ll have what you need.”
Heero doesn’t need to be told twice. He hollows his cheeks, bobbing up and down as he runs his tongue along the underside of Duo’s cock, his fist bumping his lips as he goes. He’s pumping his other hand in time, matching the rhythm of his head, going faster and faster. He feels Duo swell in his mouth and then delicious, salty-bitter come is flooding his mouth. He swallows as fast as he can, barely cognizant of his own orgasm, but he can’t swallow fast enough. Duo pulls out, the last of his come splashing over Heero’s face as more dribbles out of his mouth and down his cheek.
When he comes to, Duo is still seated on his chest, the incubus’s now soft cock the first thing he sees as Duo uses his thumb to smear his own come across Heero’s face. Heero can feel his own come sticky on his stomach and hand, his cock finally soft as well.
“You look so pretty covered in my seed, my pet,” Duo croons, and Heero can only blink at him sleepily. Finally, Duo slips off of him, cuddling up to his side. Heero thinks he’s about to kiss him, but instead Duo begins to lap up the remaining come on Heero’s face, and his dick twitches valiantly.
Heero’s eyes slip closed. He hums appreciatively when Duo does kiss him, moaning when Duo licks into his mouth. The bitter, citrus-spice flavor of Duo’s come floods his senses once again. They continue to kiss lazily, Duo pressed against Heero’s side and hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
He can’t help but whimper when Duo breaks the kiss, moving to whisper in his ear. “I think I’m going to keep you, Ro,” Duo breathes.
“Okay,” Heero whispers back. The prospect makes him happy, though something niggles in the back of his mind. Something about this—
“Lena, you can come to bed now,” the incubus says, voice pitched a little louder, and who—?
Reality slams back into him and Heero’s eyes open wide. Duo’s legs twine between his own, possessive somehow, as he whispers to Heero once again. “Hush. She enjoyed herself too, I promise.”
Then Relena is pressing against Heero’s other side, nuzzling her head against his chest. Duo props himself up and leans over Heero, giving Relena a throat-swabbing kiss before settling down once again, leaving Relena panting against him.
“Sleep now,” he tells them both, and there’s something in the tone of his voice that settles the panic that had been clawing its way through Heero. He wraps his arms around them both, sighing deeply before pulling Duo closer and falling promptly to sleep.