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Relena's birthday was always something of an occasion. For most, it was the day to celebrate the special woman who held their affections. Her freinds, colleagues, family and the man who owned her heart, seemingly indifferent to the splendour of his surroundings but his gaze lingering on her in a way that could only be described as reverent.
But for a handful of them, this marked a more poignant event and Relena being the graciously unselfish person she was, made her way over to him with sheepish contrition in her oceanic eyes.
“Happy landing day, Duo,” she smiled, handing him a small envelope. Duo chuckled. He'd heard all about Heero's assassination of Relena's 15th birthday invitation but unlike his less sociable freind, he had no intention of making the lady cry on her birthday.
“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he leaned down to kiss her cheek, and he swore the alcohol-induced tinge on her cheeks got a bit redder. Wishful thinking. “You look a picture as always.”
It wasn't empty words either. Relena had always been pretty as a girl but as a woman she outright stunned. She was short and slight, but with a shapely curve to her rear and legs that he bet looked phenomenal wrapped around the waist of his lucky as fuck best freind. But, more than anything, she glowed. It was the only word for it.
Yeah, her hair was golden and her skin luminous. Her eyes were like the ocean itself, but she carried herself in a way that lit up every room she walked into and commanded respect and frankly, it was hot as hell.
And therein lay the problem. He knew himself well enough to know the difference between a crush and something more and the thing he had with the princess was absolutely the former. Issue was, neither was a helpful thing to harbour when the man who owned her heart was also your freind and a fucking terrifying sociopath.
Heero wasn’t stupid. He was fucking rude sometimes and had way too much fun at his expense, but an idiot he was not. There was no way he didn't notice the way Duo's eyes roamed and how easily he fell into her orbit. The fact he didn't seem to care should have been a little insulting.
“I've arranged for a little get together after this. An afterparty of a sort.” As was tradition.
“To celebrate the one time I got to put a bullet into Heero and watch you tear your dress on the same day?” he grinned playfully.
“Be nice,” she admonished, “I won't have a repeat of last year, thank you.”
Ah yes. Duo never did find out how he ended up asleep in the airlock of the luxury space cruiser but he knew the Wing pilot was behind it.
Still, that had been a good party. The exact day his little crush took root, in fact, watching their very proper hostess dance in zero gravity, something so utterly ethereal it robbed him of breath and he had to check her asshole boyfriend hadn't blown the airlock.
“I'll be good,” he promised, fingers crossed behind his back, “provided your other half does the same.”
“I hope not…” she mumbled into her champagne glass. Duo wasn’t sure he'd heard her right but before he could clarify, she moved in to whisper conspiratorially into his ear. Heat stirred in the pit of his groin and he mentally willed it away.
“He told me you know,” she murmured, a hint of playfulness in her melodic voice.
“What, about the airlock? Yeah, I knew it was him,” he shrugged, unsure why that warranted the secrecy.
“No, Duo,” she continued, Duo thought he detected a purr, “he told me about you. And him. And a hangar in the middle of a war.”
Duo honestly wasn't sure which direction his blood surged faster. To his head for the blush or his groin at the memory.
Shit.
Double shit.
“Ah, listen,” he started, beginning to feel the panic, “we just let off some steam. It isn't…”
“I know,” she cut in, pulling back so he could see the gentle understanding on her face. Fuck. She really was just too good. “Heero already explained. I'm grateful he had that option. I can't imagine what it was like to fight the way you did without an outlet. I imagine that is how mistakes are made, all feeling and no thought.”
Duo felt his muscles lose a tension he didn't realise he'd held so tightly. She…pretty much hit the nail on the head. The moment he and Heero had understood that the other was open to it, they'd fucked hard and nearly torn each other apart in the process and it was so, so necessary. Otherwise, he was certain one of them would have killed the other.
From then, a blowjob here, a handy there…just enough to get the clarity they needed to be effective.
Of course she understood that. She understood everything and that was her superpower.
Stuck for anything to say, he stared into his drink, flicking his eyes over to where Heero stood apparently waiting for her. Guests were beginning to trail off and there was no chance she was driving herself there with how much she'd had down her tonight.
A gentle hand landed on his cheek.
“We'll see you at the after party?”
His eyes followed her as she sauntered over to Heero, folding her legs gracefully into his car.
Heero closed the door behind her before his eyes caught his own, a flash of something he hadn't seen in those mercurial depths in a long time.
What…the hell was that?
Remembering the envelope in his hand, he ran a thumb under the seal, eyes scanning for the address. He really shouldn't drive but that asshole apparently didn't even think to offer a ride.
When he read the invite, his mouth went dry. He read, and reread for good measure because he was NOT that drunk.
I, Relena Darlian, invite you, Duo Maxwell, to partake in my 25th birthday celebration and to commemorate 10 years of friendship.
I hope you'll bring this birthday present to my Parliament Square apartment at 23:00 on 7th July.
Duo's fingers peeled back the tape that fastened Relena's self-nominated birthday present to the invite and held it up with mouth agape.
Two condoms. And a tiny scrap of royal blue fabric he'd recognised in an instant as a certain party dress cum bandage.
Well. Damn.
Duo Maxwell was a religious believer in the power of living in the moment.
Want a burger? Make it double.
Great scenery? Take it in.
Cute waitress? Flirt and watch her smile.
Get invited to a threesome with his crush and a guy he already knew to be a fantastic lay?
He smirked, spinning his motorbike key on his finger. It'd be selfish to deny the lady her birthday wish.
Striding through the lobby of Relena's fancy apartment building, he would normally feel out of place, but tonight he was Cinderella and he had his invitation to the fucking ball. He even had his best shirt on.
The elevator pinged at the penthouse and opened to a sprawling view of Brussels below, that perfect juxtaposition of timeless architecture and twinkling lights. He can see why the princess preferred this abode over the others he'd had the privilege to see.
It wasn't like Heero to be impatient, but Duo's eyes followed the trail left in their wake, suggesting otherwise. Shoes kicked in different directions, a vase knocked off the side board and a smear of makeup against a pristine white wall told him he'd be walking into something beautiful. When he pulled the tiny scrap that was Relena's panties off of the bedroom door handle he was blessed with being so very right.
Duo let out a low whistle as he leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene before him unfold.
Relena sat like a queen in her throne upon a chair that may very well have been one, in her very becoming birthday suit, her legs slung over the broad shoulders of her own personal knight in shining armour, showing her due deference with lips, teeth and tongue.
Her eyes, clouded over with an unbridled lust he never thought he would be blessed to see on this woman, met his own and she tightened her grip on Heero's hair to spur him on.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation,” she greeted with her usual poise but with a wavering that betrayed her state, “please make yourself comfortable.” If for whatever reason his brain decided against it, his groin stirring beneath his jeans had enough will to override it.
“Best seat in the house looks taken,” he joked, moving instead to the bed and shedding his clothing on the way, delighting in the way her little mews of pleasure spiked when his aching cock sprung free. Duo knew he was attractive but being reminded never got old.
“Are you talking about between my legs or in my favourite chair?” She questioned, with a naughty curl to her smile that broke with a sharp cry at what experience told him was a sudden suck on her clit.
Heero drew his head back to watch as he slid two fingers into her, curling upwards towards a spot that made her toes curl.
“Nah, I've had better head than that guy,” he shrugged, propping himself up on some pillows so he could get a better view from her ridiculously comfortable bed, “though, he doesn't seem quite as angry with you.”
Relena's chuckle was immediately cut short as soft lapping and languid coaxing turned into a rapid but steady pulling of Heero's crooked fingers against her g-spot, a relentless pressure made infinite by the heel of his other hand pushing down just above her sex.
The wet, slick sounds were sinful, and Duo's cock jumped at the quickly keening sobs of his hostess and the way his once time lover looked at her with absolute reverence as she came apart.
He joked about it but damn. Heero really did have it bad for the girl.
As though flipping a switch, Heero smoothed his hands over her legs as he rose to his feet, flipping her onto her front to give her a quick open palmed smack to her pert little behind.
She gave a little squeak of indignation but ultimately followed him out of the chair and towards the bed.
Heero really did look a fucking picture. Duo was attractive, sure, but there was something otherworldly about the other man that still made him remember his teenage years with more than a little fondness.
He knew from experience just how much raw power lay behind his muscular but lithe form, being on the receiving end in ways he both enjoyed and…others not so much. Heero would be the epitome of rough edges were it not for his eyes, which could only be called beautiful regardless of which side of the fence you sat and his scrutiny made him look like a predator on the prowl.
Duo wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt like prey but he was sort of into it.
“Here's what's going to happen,” he intoned with an undercurrent that suggested he would tolerate very little bullshit on his part, “you are going to do everything she asks and nothing that she doesn't.”
Duo smirked, mostly because it would piss him off. “I'll be good as gold.”
Heero scoffed. Yeah, he didn't have a great track record following orders.
“Your cooperation is very much appreciated, Duo,” Relena dipped one knee onto the bed beside him, sliding the other one over so she was straddling his lap.
Her perky little breasts were flushed with her arousal and he couldn't help the hand that came up to pinch one pebbled nipple. The squeak she gave made his cock ache to be buried in the same heat Heero had prepared for him.
“Did she ask you to,” a dangerous tone warned from the foot of the bed as Heero's strong hands wound their way around her sides and over the front of her abdomen. She whimpered.
“Sorry, sorry,” Duo grumbled, but the sudden feeling of slender, manicured fingers wrapped around his aching flesh turned his words to a deep sigh.
She watched with fascinating rapture as she pumped experimentally and he was definitely happy with being prey. He felt his mouth fall open as she found her rhythm, milking a drop of precum from him and smearing it with her thumb.
“When Heero told me, I was surprised on two fronts,” she spoke, voice breaking a little as Heero rolled a nipple between his fingers, “firstly that he didn't try to kill you for even suggesting it and secondly…that I couldn't stop thinking about it.”
Relena slid two fingers down her slit to part the folds glistening with her arousal and his cock ached so hard to be buried there. Fuck, he'd ruin that pretty little hole if she'd let him.
Then he felt something familiar between his legs, something cool and wet sliding down between them and into the crease of his ass. His legs fell to the side, like they remembered the drill. The intrusion of the other man's digit pressing experimentally against his ring made him take a sharp breath, but he quickly relaxed to the soothing pump of his cock from the angel looking down at him.
“I found myself reading the kind of novels you don't keep on a bookshelf in polite society,” she continued, slicking him up and down with her sodden crease, a little hitch in her breath every time his head bumped against her overly sensitive clit.
“But there isn't much mileage in keeping things from Heero. Especially on a laptop. It didn’t take much interrogation for me to confess my fixation. So, imagine my delight when he picked out one of my favourites and read it in bed with me one night? Heero has given me an unfair share of incredible orgasms, Duo, but that night I had an out of body experience.”
He felt a slight resistance before she slid down on top of him, enveloping his length in one glorious movement at the same time two of Heero's fingers found his prostate. Duo's mouth went dry.
“When he suggested this gift for my birthday, I think I fell in love with him all over again.”
She swivelled her hips experimentally, her silken inner walls dragging delectable pressure over his aching flesh.
Fuck. This woman was a world class orator for a fucking reason. How could her words be so erotic while being completely eloquent?
He couldn't help the disgraceful groan that fell from his lips as the blunt head of Heero's own length breached him, well lubricated but thicker than he remembered. He slid in slowly but with a steady pressure, and Duo didn't realise he was holding his breath until he felt wiry curls against his crest.
“Fuck, if this isn't one heck of a view,” Duo groaned, dragging his thumb from where Relena's clit crowned their joining and up her smooth stomach to palm at the delightfully soft flesh of her breast.
From behind her, Heero's lips trailed lazily down her neck, latching with a moan as he tilted his hips to adjust to the new position inside Duo's stretched hole. Duo's cock jumped at the sensation, and Relena gasped in turn as she felt his thickness move inside her soaked channel.
Every thought and movement was a delicious chain reaction and Duo was consumed by it.
Heero's lips trailed back up to the blushed lobe of Relena's ear, nipping lightly and locking his stormy eyes down with his own.
“Ride him well,” the other pilot commanded, his voice so deep it bordered on a growl, “show him how good you are.” Heero's hand slipped down to pinch her slippery clit, a sweet gasp falling from her kiss-swollen lips and her hips moving instantly in response.
Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK.
She really was a fucking goddess.
It took her no time at all to find her rhythm, hands braced on his chest as she bounced herself on his aching cock, slick channel gripping him beautifully with every rise and sheathing him again almost lovingly an instant later.
Her pretty tits danced above him and his mouth leaned to latch on before a hoarse shout escaped him instead.
Heero ground himself in at the hilt, free hand pushing Duo's thigh aside to watch with barely contained heat as his thickness pulled out of Duo's ass and, convinced that he was thoroughly prepared, began to pump himself into his aching hole.
It was beyond description. The way Heero pounded expertly against that incredible spot over and over while the princess rode his dick like a fucking champion, squeezing him beautifully in time to the relentless thump of his blood.
He wasn't sure what he did to deserve it but he'd do it again in a heartbeat.
“Don't you dare cum,” Heero warned him dangerously, “this is for her.”
“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” Duo liked to think he gave her a charming grin but pleasure was pulling his mouth agape. He wasn't sure he'd have much choice in the matter regardless of Heero's threat.
“It's okay, Duo,” Relena gave a strained sigh, leaning back against her long-time lover in a way that contained all of the love in her heart and he felt honoured to be witness to it, “I want you to feel good”.
The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh filled his ears, pretty gasps, low rumbling, his own laboured breathing as two beautiful people took his every nerve and set it ablaze.
“Ah!” Relena threw her head back, her rhythm faltering as her toned stomach began to flutter.
“That's it, baby,” Duo found himself crooning, watching in absolute rapture as the object of his desire for the last year chased her pleasure on his swollen cock, “let it happen, princess”.
Heero's hands supported her hips, bringing them down harder onto Duo's throbbing dick and pushing her through it, never once stopping his own relentless slick pounding against his swollen gland.
It was too much.
The moment Relena spasmed erratically over him he was done for. Sweet gasps fell over her lips to the pulse of her orgasm, her pretty sex dancing and coaxing him to join her in bliss.
Heero snapped his hips to the sound of her cries, murmuring filth into her ears and Duo felt so fucking full.
“Fuck!”
The word left him as a shout so fierce he didn't recognise himself, like his soul had left his body and he was simply witness to the lusty keening sounds his own mouth made as he shot rope after rope of seed into his freind's lover.
The ring of his ass feeling suddenly tighter told of Heero's own cock swelling inside him. With a growl that bordered on animal and a surge so hard it pushed Relena into a spent heap on top of him, Duo's felt pump after pump of hot seed fill him.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from it, and to the sensation of his blood cooling from the high and sweat touching the air he watched the scene unfold.
Heero pulled sweat-laden strands away from Relena's face and pulled them over her shoulder, placing open mouthed kisses against her neck, shoulders, cheek, any skin he could reach.
He mumbled sweetness into her ears, things Duo couldn't hear and wasn't sure he should be allowed to, and Relena's arm reached up behind her to guide him into a slow and sensual kiss.
Duo smiled sleepily. That was his cue to leave.
He rolled out from under them, letting Heero's hot cum leak out of his ass, and they barely seemed to notice, wrapping themselves instantly around each other and Duo saw for the first time a smile truly reach his best friend's eyes.
He said nothing as he snuck out, deciding stealth was something they'd both appreciate when they came back to themselves.
Sure. It was Relena's birthday present but he'd been the one truly given a gift that night.
One for the scrapbook.