Rubbing the curve of her smooth skin, Trowa pushed slowly, entering Hilde from behind. Her moaning enticed him further as he reached down to find her hand where he wanted to be.

"Do you like that," he whispered as he forced her to continue in pleasuring herself while he rocked her gently.

"Mmmm… don't you," she whispered and turned to take his lips with hers.

Trowa kissed her roughly and pulled away from her, leaving her empty and shivering from the sudden rush of cold air.

"You are such a bad girl," he whispered and flipped her onto her back.

"If only you knew," she replied with an evil wicked smile.

"Is that so," he asked as he kissed up the inside of her thigh to her muff.

Playing there gently, teasingly, he found her hidden jewel and began sucking on it, licking and tasting her juices.

"Tell me," he whispered while playing at her entrance with his finger.

"No," she moaned, raising her hips a bit.

Trowa stuck a finger inside of her and slowly pulled it out.

"Tell me," he asked again, a tiny bit rougher than before.

"Mmmm…" she moaned, moving her hips with his motion.

"Hilde…"

Moaning at his penetration and pulling out, she had to have more but knew he would not give it to her unless she spilled.

"I want to f**k Heero," she finally breathed.

Trowa continued in tasting her, pumping her with his finger.

"Really," he asked matter of factly, taking his finger out of her.

"Yes. And I want you to watch."
Trowa crawled up to her and stared into her eyes as he prepared to enter her once again.

"I want Heero… and I want both of you…" she whispered, not finishing her thought as she kissed Trowa passionately.

"You're serious," he asked, suddenly stopping all that he was doing.

"Are you mad," Hilde asked as she bit her lip, wondering if she should have exposed her deepest desire.

"No," Trowa answered. "Surprised… but not mad. I just don't think he'll.. go for it," he said.

"I know he's into you," Hilde giggled.

"I think he's more into you," Trowa smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Well… don't think that I'm blind to the way you look at him some times," Hilde smiled with a wickedly seductive notion in her eyes.

Trowa blushed lightly at her truth but said nothing. He kissed her lips softly and then spoke to her.

"And you wouldn't mind?"

"Would you?"

There was a brief silence as he stared at her a moment and before he answered, he slammed hard into her, causing her to scream out loud.

"Not… if it makes you happy," he breathed and pumped her hard and long, kissing her; loving her as he marked her. "But you are _mine_," he whispered as he completed her fully.

~~~*~~~

After going through a few discussions about the entire situation with Trowa, Hilde decided to wear an exceptionally short skirt to work. She knew as well as Trowa did that Heero had always had eyes for her but because of his honor and her man, he would never touch her.

Heero waited for the rest of the pages to print as he unconsciously stared at her.

"Fine piece of meat, huh?"

Heero turned to face Duo and growled at him.

"Baka! Don't talk about your ex-girlfriend like that!"

Duo laughed out loud and walked away. He and Hilde had remained good friends, despite their differences. Heero didn't understand but didn't care either.

Trowa watched from the sidelines, wondering how he would make Hilde's wish come true. He truly didn't see himself or Heero as swinging _that_ way, but if it made her happy he was willing to try. Not that there hadn't been thoughts anyway; Heero was most definitely a good-looking guy.

After lunch, Trowa walked into the break room, still contemplating on what to do and what to say. Heero sat at the desk, reading a paper, barely acknowledging Trowa's entrance. Trowa sat down and sighed heavily.

"What length would you go to in order to keep your woman happy?"

Heero raised an eyebrow, staring with huge question marks in his eyes as he shook his head.

"I wouldn't. Why?"
Now Trowa shook his head. He didn't know how to approach it and decided that he'd let Hilde do it.

"Don't ask," he said and left the room.

Heero had an unsettling feeling growing inside his stomach at what Trowa was not saying. He didn't know what to do about it. On the one hand, he _did_ have eyes for Hilde but at the same time, he'd always held a certain desire for Trowa too. How that was possible, he wasn't sure but it was.

As the workday ended, Hilde invited Heero to her place for diner, saying he needed some home cooking. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, he accepted her invitation with uneasiness about what might happen. It was anticipation and excitement along with a sense of guilt that consumed him. Trowa would be on duty, leaving her alone with him. Could he resist temptation?

~*~

Still wearing her short skirt and now a halter-top, Hilde opened the door with a smile and a hug. Heero hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, trying not to reveal his excitement as she rubbed him in all the right places.

"I'm so glad you could make it," she bubbled and kissed him on the lips. She'd meant to kiss his cheek but he turned to face her and so she landed it on his lips. "Well… if you feel _that_ way about it," she breathed, "let's just cut to the chase."

Everything inside him told him to back away, to leave all together but he couldn't tear himself away from her.

Realizing that he wouldn't fight back, Hilde pinned Heero to the door, kissing his neck while removing clothing left and right. Before he could stop her, she was sucking on his rock hard length, pushing him over the edge.

After a time later, Heero stared at her form in the darkness. He lay next to her, half covered by the sheet as she slept peacefully. It was only nine-thirty but it felt later than that. He'd spent the last two and a half hours making love to her and now he turned away from her to stare at the ceiling.

"Trowa is going to kill me," he whispered as he rolled out of bed. "So much for dinner," he breathed but knew that he had never really been hungry in the first place.

He dressed quickly and left a note for her but then changed his mind. He incriminated himself enough by leaving his seed on her sheets.

Hilde woke to an empty bed, sighing that Heero left without waking her. She knew why he did it but it still bothered her. She wondered what the consequence would be in the morning but at present didn't care. She did care that in half an hour Trowa would be off duty and stopping by so she gathered her strength and got up to shower and change her clothes and the sheets.

~~~* End Part I *~~~

Heero could not get the images out of his mind. She was the best he'd ever had and now he wanted more but he couldn't do it; not again. What made it worse was that not only did he very much enjoy Hilde, but his desire and need for a taste of Trowa grew stronger. It would be an unsettling relationship to the rest of the world but if Trowa could get used to it and Hilde didn't mind, he could do it too.

He had a need for Trowa ever since he could remember but what was he to do about that? Just because they were roommates, it really didn't offer him much of an opportunity to do anything. Trowa was always with Hilde. Only this time it had been different. Trowa had come home instead of going to Hilde's house. Had they fought? Did she tell him? Why hadn't Trowa confronted him about it? Could he keep it a secret?

Heero didn't know how to behave. It had been a long day and he could hardly contain himself any longer but could also not allow himself the pleasure of relieving himself the way he wanted to. There was no way to do that. He didn't know how to do that.

It was a hellish privilege to sit where he sat because it tortured him to no degree. Watching the other boy stand up from his desk and walk around the room was sometimes more than he could handle. Truth as that may have been, it was still a welcomed sight.

Locking himself in the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stripped down. As he stepped into the steaming spray, he sighed, letting the heat pelt him as it came at him. All he could think about was his secret desire. How would he go about accomplishing this fantasy, making it into reality?

Trowa sighed as he placed his things on the chair beside the door. He needed a shower but knew that the bathroom was occupied. He removed his shirt, remaining in the white t-shirt and his uniform pants while removing his shoes and socks.

This was a nightmare for him. Knowing that every day Heero watched him and did nothing about it made it almost painful to go to work. The Japanese boy was more than he could stand. He wanted him but how could that be? He was certain that Heero was not the type, even if his staring stated otherwise. It didn't help that Hilde wanted to do him and that she wanted Trowa to do him also. How did one accept these words from his girlfriend and even more, how did one Agree?

Trowa sighed just as there came a knock on the door.

"Hey! Goin to De's tonight?" At Trowa's negative reply, he continued. "We're going out for dinner and some pool! Wanna come?"

=Hell yes, I want to cum= Trowa thought but that was not what Duo was talking about and he knew that.

"No… I'm tired. I think I'm going to hit the hay early," he replied.

"You're such a wuss," Duo complained. "Here it is, Friday night and you're stayin home. To Sleep, no less!"

Trowa stared at Duo and then felt butterflies when Heero walked up.

"But Heero's goin, right, Buddy?"

Heero glowered at Duo and turned to look at Trowa.

"Another Friday night escapade?" Trowa nodded. "No thanks," he finished.

"Man! Both of you guys are Punks," Duo said and walked back to the living room.

It wasn't long before the guys were gone and the two were left alone. Trowa went in to take a shower, not taking his time about it. All he could think about was how to approach Heero without appearing to approach him. How to explain that he knew Heero slept with Hilde and explaining that he didn't mind. He wished that if Heero _was_ interested, that he'd just take him but that just wasn't right.

Stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts, Trowa took his clothing into his room where he gathered the rest of his laundry and headed to the washer to put a load on. Heero was already folding his dried laundry.

"Hungry?"

Trowa finished with the loading and setting before turning to face his friend.

"No," he said flatly and walked away. "Think I'll get some sleep," he added.

Heero nodded as Trowa left the area and walked down the hall.

"I want to get some of you," he whispered while watching Trowa.

He sighed. How was he going to get what he wanted from the green-eyed boy without making it look like that was all he was after? How was he going to explain that he slept with Hilde and wished that he'd been with him at the same time?

Trowa lay down on his bed and rested his hands on his stomach, crossing his legs. Thinking about Hilde's words, he knew she was right. They both had been giving each other certain hints; certain trails that could possibly lead down this road but because Trowa was with Hilde, he knew somehow that Heero would never make the move. He wanted Heero; he wanted his touch. He sighed and rolled over as he felt his flesh hardening at the thought. He laughed a bit at a notion to ask Heero to help him with his 'problem'.

"That would get me hit for sure," he spoke and got up to go to the kitchen.

Heero walked into his room and sat on the bed. This was the fifth time that he'd been alone with Trowa, always swearing that next time he'd make his move. Next time came and he'd decide that he couldn't be sure of Trowa's feelings. He would decide that Trowa was too loyal to Hilde and would never do that to her; much less with another guy.

In the other room, he could hear Trowa mumbling and figured that perhaps he could find out today. He went into the kitchen where Trowa was searching through a drawer and then finally gave up. He reached up and pulled out a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. Heero watched and then left the area. He couldn't do it. It just didn't seem right.

Trowa left the kitchen, heading back to his room and sighed. How would he relieve this ache he felt?

"Stop being chicken," he told himself. "If he's not interested, you'll find out soon enough."

He let out a heavy breath of air and sat down on his bed.

Heero sat on the edge of his bed and sighed. He reached down to adjust himself as the hardening between his legs was begging for attention. Would he settle for a mental image and his own hand or would he go after the need?

"F**k me," he whispered and stood up. "I'm ordering some pizza," Heero said as he walked past Trowa's door. Trowa said nothing as he watched Heero pass. "Pepperoni sound good," Heero asked.

"I've got your pepperoni," Trowa breathed softly, grabbing his rock hard erection. "Fine, whatever," he announced out loud.

After a time, the pizza finally arrived. Trowa paid the guy and shut the door. A few minutes later, Heero was standing there waiting to grab a slice.

"You're not hungry," Heero asked.

Trowa stared down at the food and then looked up at Heero.

"No… not really," he said. "Not for this anyway."
Heero felt a flutter in his stomach as he stared at Trowa. Trowa tried to be as inconspicuously seductive as he possibly could and walked out of the kitchen. Heero stared at the box a moment longer and then stepped to the side to peer down the hall. Trowa had just gone into the bathroom. He sighed and stared at the box once more. It had no answers for him.

Moments later Trowa came back into the kitchen to grab another glass of water. Heero fell silent for a brief moment before deciding that now would be the time.

"So… what _are_ you hungry for," he asked Trowa.

Trowa swallowed his drink of water and turned to face Heero. Could he say it? Would he say it?

"Cause I've actually got a craving for some meat," Heero said as he approached the other boy.

Trowa watched him get closer and almost decided to run away.

"Oh yeah," Trowa whispered, "I hear there's a good meat market just around the corner."

"Really," Heero replied and stepped up to Trowa, grabbing the extremely noticeable erection as he stared eye to eye at him. "Is it as tender as this," he asked with a gentle squeeze.

"Why don't you find out," Trowa enticed.

Heero narrowed his eyes a moment, still not releasing his hold on the other boy. He pushed Trowa further back until he was up against the counter with nowhere to go.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you," he whispered as he moved in closer, grabbing Trowa's lips with his own.

"Find out," Trowa replied and allowing another kiss to be taken from him.

"Gladly," Heero whispered as he moved in for a deeper kiss.

For only seconds, he fumbled with Trowa's shorts before removing them completely, pushing them off the slender hips that he so wanted to be his. Trowa allowed all actions to take place, waiting for his moment to claim what he wanted to be rightfully his.

Holding on to the edge of the counter, Trowa looked down to watch Heero as he got closer and closer to his straining member. The moment Heero took it into his mouth, Trowa took a deep breath and let his head fall back. He'd been waiting for this moment for too long and wanted more. It seemed odd that it was Hilde who'd made the suggestion that he do this on this night.

//"Just go home, wait till the guys leave cause you Know Duo will take them out… Heero won't go and just… Go for it!"

"You're Nuts!"
Hilde smiled as she stared into Trowa's eyes.

"Yeah and you've got what I want so just do it and make me happy!"//

Heero held Trowa's hips gently, slowing the pace as Trowa began pumping into his mouth. He wanted to savor all that he could and so put a stop to Trowa's frantic need. He would take care of that sooner than later.

Trowa whimpered, wanting more, needing it hard and fast. He wanted to feel Heero inside of him and wanted to feel himself inside of Heero.

Heero sucked, wanting to complete him but decided the kitchen floor or counter just wouldn't do. He backed away from Trowa, picking his shorts up and led Trowa down the hall to his room. Once inside, he shut the door and pinned Trowa against it with a violent kiss and the roaming of his hands.

"Do you want this, Trowa," he whispered as he removed the shorts again.

"What do you think," Trowa asked with a heated reply as he kissed the other boy back.

"I know what your Dick wants, Trowa. Do _You_ want it," he asked again.

Trowa pushed away from Heero a moment, looking down as Heero played gently with the once again freshly revealed appendage. He reached down to touch Heero's hand and wrapped it tightly around him.

"I want it if you're the one giving it to me," he whispered.

Heero squeezed gently, playing with the thick member in his hand before pumping it slowly. Trowa leaned against the door, feeling Heero's lips on his neck and chest and stomach and hips and on his cock. Involuntarily, he pushed his hips forward, wanting to be elsewhere inside of Heero's body. He felt the warmth sliding over his skin and the cool air hitting the wetness left behind by Heero's tongue and then the heat returning again as Heero moved to suck him again. It happened continuously until Trowa could not take it any more. He needed more.

"Don't play games, Heero," he seethed lightly as he stared down at the blue eyes that were staring up at him.

"You wanna be f**ked," Heero hissed just as lightly and pulled Trowa away from the door and pushed him onto the bed, face down.

Heero rubbed Trowa's ass lightly, gently; getting a feel of the soft flesh that he was about to pound into. He slid his fingers into the crevice and felt all that was waiting for him. Trowa moaned lightly, feeling Heero near where he yearned to be taken from. Heero leaned down, putting his finger in front of Trowa's mouth, enticing him to suck on it, which he did. Seconds later, after Trowa's mouth, Heero inserted the moistened finger into Trowa, slowly so that he could become accustomed to the feel.

Trowa whimpered lightly at first as he felt the intrusion but reminded himself that he wanted it just as bad and would not take it away. He felt Heero pushing deep within him and slowly began to rock with the motion before he felt another finger being inserted. He was being stretched more than he'd liked but at the moment he didn't care because it was what he desired.

Heero could hardly contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to be ramming himself up into Trowa's heat but he would not do that, not to him. As he rubbed the smoothness and felt the heat around his finger, all he could think about was the night before. He hadn't done this to Hilde but the fact that he'd put himself inside of her and now he was going to put himself inside of Trowa made everything seem so wrong, yet so right. It was what he wanted; what he needed.

"Take me," Trowa hissed lightly.

Heero closed his eyes. He would tell Trowa _after_ the deed was done. Right now, he needed to be one with him and so, removing his finger, he flipped Trowa onto his back. He wanted to see him when he entered him.

Opening his legs the way Hilde did for him, Trowa stared up at Heero, waiting for him to take what it seemed he so desperately wanted. Heero did. He slowly entered the young man, holding onto his hips for stability, fighting to not jerk or slam himself into the other boy. It was hard but he managed to control the initial penetration until Trowa decided that Heero was being to gentle and forced Heero to move faster.

It was more than he could stand. Trowa wanted so much more than what he was receiving and it didn't seem fair to Heero. He wanted him inside and out; all over and as much as he could get. Heero could not satisfy his need quick enough. He needed to have as much of Trowa as he could and needed to claim Trowa as his own even though he knew that Trowa would never leave Hilde.

The moment lasted as long as they could make it last. The beginning of this setting started with them screwing like wild animals; sweating and grunting as they tried desperately to fill themselves with the other and after a while it slowed down to a soft pace where Heero was actually making love to Trowa as he had done with Hilde. Soft, slow movements, filling Trowa gently as he kissed him was what Heero was doing. Trowa needed it gentle now, even though he was the one who initiated the roughhousing. It didn't matter now. All that mattered was that they were each fulfilling their desire after so many years of silent torture.

After they were both complete, Heero removed himself from Trowa's body and lay to the side of him, breathing heavily as he fought to control it. The guilt had suddenly swam back into his mind and he knew he had to tell Trowa what he'd done.

"I know you slept with Hilde," Trowa whispered softly. He waited a few seconds before turning to look at Heero. Heero stared at the ceiling, not saying anything, not knowing just what to say. He took a deep breath in and let it out as he slowly turned to meet Trowa's gaze upon him. "She told me… the other night." Taking not of Heero's confusion, he had to bite his tongue and force himself to go on. "Her desire… she said that she…" he didn't know how to go on.

Heero felt almost relieved but at the same time betrayed by his closest friend. He would have done anything for him and if not for him, then for her if they'd only asked him. Now this seemed like a plot to get _him_ in the sack. By both of them! And did it matter since it was what he wanted, anyway?

"You knew," Heero asked with a sort of scowl.

"She said she wanted you… I didn't know how to ask if you would… you know…" Trowa sighed as he began to feel the pangs of guilt rise in his throat. "She said she wanted to f**k you and she wanted me to watch and that she wanted you and I…"

"So you let me so that eventually you could bring her into this," Heero growled.

"No, Heero," Trowa spoke firmly as he sat up in bed and glared at the Japanese beside him. "I let you because I wanted you. I _have_ wanted you since… before I can remember and I didn't know how to approach you. I _learned_ to love Hilde because I was afraid to love You."

Heero stared solemnly at Trowa for a moment, feeling guilty and angry and hurt by the words. He was trying to figure out if Trowa was sincere or if it was a ploy since it seemed that he was 'going to lengths to make his woman happy'.

"Are you sure it wasn't a 'length' to make her happy," he scoffed.

Trowa glared at him. They had just had, what he thought was the most wonderful sex he thought possible and this is the way he was acting? Did it mean _nothing_ to him?

"Ya Know what, Heero," Trowa growled and got out of bed, "F**K You," he hissed and left the room, stark naked, clothes in hand.

Heero closed his eyes at the words and let out the breath he'd been holding for he didn't know how long. He cringed at what he had just done. He _did_ want Trowa. He _had_ wanted Trowa for about the same time as Trowa wanted him and this is what he did to show him.

"Yeah well, I guess we got that accomplished, didn't we," he growled back.

Seconds later he heard the door slam and then Trowa's bike start up. Moments after that he could no longer hear the scream of the Ninja as it made it's way down the street. Instead, all he heard was the pitter-patter of rain on his window. He would go to Hilde's and tell her whatever he would tell her and that would be that. As if on cue, to make the notion complete, thunder sounded loud, shaking the house putting emphasis on Heero's thought. He sighed.

~~~* End Part II*~~~

Hilde woke up to the sound of someone banging on her door. She didn't know what to do so she grabbed a large sweatshirt and threw it on as she headed to the living room. Turning on the light and opening it, she revealed a very soaking wet young man who seemed to not realize that it had been raining the entire time he was on his motorcycle.

"Trowa… what are you… come inside," she said, ushering him in. "Let me get you a towel…"

Trowa began removing his gear while he waited for her to do as she said. Hilde arrived back with two towels, handing them both to him while she took his jacket and hung it up near the heater. She watched him strip out of his jeans and shirt as he handed each article to her and then began drying himself as he stood in boxers in her doorway. Seeing that he was not going to talk to her for the moment, she left him alone and went to throw his clothing into the dryer. After that she went to the kitchen where she put a cup of water in the microwave to heat it up.

Trowa had just sat down on the bed, shaking out the water from his hair. In that short period of time, he'd taken a shower and now sat in a clean, dry pair of boxers and looked at the mug that had suddenly been shoved into his face.

"Thanks," he barely whispered and took a sip of the tea she made him.

"Are you ok?"

Trowa sat the mug down on the nightstand and grabbed Hilde by the waist. He lifted the sweatshirt and smirked, seeing that she had only her underwear on underneath. He let out a heavy sigh and pulled her down to lie in his arms.

"I was alone with him," he started.

"Didn't go over well," she asked as she snuggled closer into his arms.

"Too well," he whispered as he rubbed his fingers through her hair. "We f**ked like jack rabbits and then when fought."

"So what happened?"

Trowa looked into her eyes, staring at her curiously, not understanding her question.

"Hil… I just _told_ you what happened… Hell… I just told you I freakin slept with another _man_ and you ask me what happened?"

Hilde sat up, staring at him. This was unlike him to have this much emotion. She was concerned but didn't know how to approach it.

"Don't take this out on me, Trowa Barton! You're the one who Agreed!"

Trowa let out a heavy breath once again and nodded at her truth as he pulled her down to him.

"I'm sorry… I know I shouldn't have done that…"

Hilde rubbed his hair and ran her finger down his nose before touching his lips.

"I told him I knew that he slept with you. He blew up, got all bent out of shape about _our_ little get together…"

"Did you tell him how you felt," she asked softly.

Trowa looked deep into her eyes. How did he manage to end up with someone like her? Someone so willing to understand his need to be with another man, who openly admits that she wants to be with that same man?

"What did I do to deserve you," he asked her softly.

"You loved me," she whispered softly. "I know you didn't at first… but you do now…"

Trowa leaned over and kissed her gently. He did love her. He also knew that he loved Heero and would do just about anything to be with him if he could but it didn't seem likely.

"I did tell him…"

"And?"

"He accused me of doing it so that I could please you."

"Did you?"

Trowa sighed and looked into her crystal blue eyes. He would never lie to her and she never expected him to.

"Partly. Mostly because I wanted to…"

Hilde sighed also and placed her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"And you said _I_ was nuts!"

Trowa held her tightly, closing his eyes. He could hear the sound of thunder outside and the rain pelting the window. He could see Heero above him and wished that things had gone over differently.

"Yeah," he whispered but she was already asleep in his arms.

~*~

For two weeks Heero did not talk to Trowa or go into any specific detail with anyone else. What happened between them was between _them_ and he would rathered to have kept it that way. Unfortunately, he knew that Hilde knew and therefore, spoke nothing to her either.

It was two weeks to the day when he was cornered. Both he and Hilde were stuck on mid watch and had to be out in the hangar, together and alone with each other. He did his best to avoid her but Hilde would have none of that. She decided that since he and Trowa weren't going to have words, she would have the words _for_ him.

"What the hell are you so scared of," she growled at him.

Heero ignored her, staring down at the printouts for the coverage they were supposed to make. Hilde growled and stepped in front of the desk, tearing the sheets away from him. Heero looked up, glaring at her. He had never lost any desire for her _or_ for Trowa, it was the fact that they couldn't go to him with their desire; her fantasy, that bothered him.

Instead of answering her, Heero turned away and headed toward the door.

"Don't walk away from me, Heero. You think that you can sleep with me Or Trowa and have nothing of us left in you?"

Heero, feeling his temper turn into rage turned around and in two steps had her pinned against the wall.

"Look," he hissed, "I don't _need_ this right now and I don't need you asking me questions." He let go of her, staring into the huge saucers she had formed her eyes into. "I don't think Trowa wants you fighting his battles for him, either," he added with a slight growl and walked away from her.

"Well maybe I think he does," Hilde growled back.

Now it was her turn to be aggressive. She walked up to him, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. With a solid shot, one that Duo had taught her and unlike him, had perfected, Hilde landed her fist into Heero's chin, sending his neck twisting to the side causing him to lose his balance.

"Now let me tell You something, Heero Yuy! Don't think that I don't know how you look at him; how you see him. Don't think that I don't envy having to suffer in comparison with you after what we've all done. You aren't as mighty as you think you are if you can give into temptation as easily as you gave into me," she spoke with an abrasive tone. "Trowa loves me… but even _I_ know that he loved You First."

"Get over it," Heero rationed back in a disgusted tone. "You guys could have just asked me if that was what you really wanted."

Hilde stared at him. True he had a point but how does one approach something of that nature to someone of His nature?

"Why are you so scared, Heero? It happened. Who cares _how_ it happened… it did. Why can't you just accept it, deal with it and move on? What is holding you back?"
Heero stared at her, rubbing his jaw and chin where it and her fist had connected.

"Maybe I'm not scared, Hilde, but more offended that you guys couldn't just come to me and tell me what you wanted."

"Kiss me," she whispered standing no more than two inches from his face.

"No," he replied and pushed her away.

Hilde put her hand over his and held it there but Heero was not relenting this time. This time he would fight the temptation. This time he would leave her alone and he did by walking away and out the door.

Hilde sighed and watched him go. She remained the rest of the night in the office while he claimed the rest of the hangar as his own territory. It would make for a long night.

Heero walked the hangar, making sure the shuttles were not broken into, seeing to it that none of the gates were left open by the other occupants of the night shift and taking down certain numbers of inventory for his shift. He thought about Hilde's words and her invitation but knew that he could not go there again. No… he _would_ not go there again. He couldn't. As much as he wanted to, it didn't feel right anymore. It didn't feel acceptable anymore. It was ok when Trowa _didn't_ know but finding out that it was what Hilde wanted… it made it worse for him. He didn't know how to deal with it. He could not have sex with another man in front of said man's girlfriend.

"So why did you sleep with her," he asked himself. "Why did you sleep with _him_?"

He didn't have any answers other than the fact that he _wanted_ to.

When shift was almost over, Heero made his way back to the office where he found Hilde sleeping. He didn't care because it wasn't like anything was going on anyway but he almost felt jealous that he couldn't go to sleep. He stared at her, wanting to hold her, wishing he could go home with her and sleep next to her but Trowa would come for her and she'd be off. Trowa would not say a word to him and he would take Hilde away for the rest of the day and weekend.

"Stop staring at me," Hilde whispered and opened her eyes.

Heero said nothing, instead turning away from her. He heard get up from the chair and stretch and said nothing when the door closed behind her. She obviously needed to wake up and so he didn't tell her what rounds he took so that she could take whatever she wanted in order to wake up. He tensed when he felt her hand on his back and then on his side and around his waist. Quickly, Heero grabbed her hand to keep it from going lower than it already was and he turned to stare hard at her. He hoped that his glaring would intimidate her but her fearless behavior only aroused him.

"You want me so bad, Heero… why don't you just take me right here and now."
Heero shook his head at her, eyes narrowed, trying to look disgusted at her. He knew that she was aware of his desire and it bothered him to no degree.

"You'd like that," he hissed at her.

"Door's locked. Blanket's are up there…" she motioned with her head. "Daryl and Frank are on the other side tonight," she said.

Heero fought as hard as he could. He would stay away from temptation. What would this lead to if he gave in? He wasn't sure that he was willing to find out.

"No, Hilde," he breathed again. "Leave it at that. I'm not sleeping with you and I'm not…"

"What? Sleeping with Trowa, either," she hissed at him. "I can feel you from here, Heero. You're a man and you have needs so why not just let them out onto the table and clear your plate?"

Heero stared at her, allowing his rage to take control.

"Fine," he growled. "You want it? Here," he hissed and forced her to the back wall where he took down a couple of blankets from the top shelf and threw them on the floor where he threw her.

He roughly pulled the Velcro to remove the jumpsuit from her body and then removed the boxers she was wearing while stripping himself where he needed it and slammed hard into her. She cried out at first as he lay above her, pumping inside of her, hammering her with his length as hard as he could but she could not help but enjoy it. She kissed his neck, held him close to her and pulled him deeper inside of her.
Heero seemed confused. She was not supposed to be enjoying it but she was and therefore, he was that much more. His ravaging slowed down into a soothing pace where he was able to kiss her lips gently and just feel her around him. He wanted her to feel like he was raping her so that she would stay away from him but she knew that he would never do that and he knew that she knew.

"Don't think, just love me," she whispered and kissed him again.

Heero lifted up her tank top and began tasting her breasts, feeling her hands on the back of his head. Her moaning sent him writhing within her, wanting forever to be a part of her. He could not hold out much longer and just as he was about to climax, she beat him to it, squeezing around him.

"Oh God…" he cried out as he buried his head into her neck and realized that he had just released inside of her. Something he swore never to do to _anyone_ unless she was married to him.

Hilde could feel his tension and forced him to look at her, asking why he was so. When he told her, she kissed him gently and said it didn't matter. To him it did but he would let it go for the moment. When he found out that she was pregnant, he'd worry about it then but at the moment it wasn't really an issue. She was still sleeping with Trowa too.

"Take me home," she whispered to which he quietly agreed.

~~~* End Part III *~~~

It was four pm Saturday evening when Heero woke up. Hilde was beside him, naked as could be and all he could do was stare into the green eyes that were staring back at him.

Trowa had been sitting in the chair beside the bed for a little over an hour, watching his girlfriend snuggle in bed to someone he considered to be a best friend and debated on waking them or not.

Heero opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He had no explanation, he had not excuses and he had no words even if he could talk. They simply stared at each other until Trowa stood up and left the room.

Heero rolled gently out of bed and left the room, pulling on his shorts. He found Trowa in the kitchen and stopped shy when Trowa turned around.

"So… you like sleeping with her but you won't give me the time of day. Real good, Heero."

Heero stared quietly, not knowing how to reply.

"How does someone approach his best friend to tell him that he is ok with his girl wanting to sleep with him? Better yet, how does one tell said person that his girlfriend wants to see them both sleep together?"

Heero looked down at his bare feet. Trowa was full of contempt and resentment. Had he done that to him?

"How does one tell his best friend that he's been in love with him since the day they met and that all he wanted was a chance to love him but because of the fear factor, he _can't_ for fear of rejection?"
Heero didn't know what to say. He stared at Trowa wondering what to do or what not to do. Truth be told, he loved Trowa too. Hilde was just an added bonus for him. Not that he would give her up as easily as Duo would but still, she was Trowa's girlfriend now. All that had changed was that he'd slept with her and had slept with him.

"I love you, Heero…" Trowa whispered as he looked to the linoleum floor and sighed. "I gave myself to you because I love you."

Heero watched him look up and then felt his entire world shatter at a single tear that streamed its way down Trowa's cheek. He walked over to the other former pilot and pulled him into a warm embrace.

"Don't, Heero… don't do this because you feel obligated," he cried with irritation.

Heero forced Trowa to look at him, wiping the trail of the tear away.

"I don't do anything out of obligation, Trowa. I do it because it's what I feel."

They stared at each other silently before Heero took initiative and tasted the salt at the corner of Trowa's mouth. He brushed his tongue over the other's lips and softly begged for entrance to which Trowa granted permission.

A heated kiss led to fondling but Trowa did not allow it to go further than that. He pushed Heero away from him and looked past him before looking into his eyes.

"How do you feel about being with both of us," he asked softly.

"So long as you're the ones giving it to me," Heero whispered back.

Trowa led Heero back to the room where he climbed gently onto the bed and kissed Hilde until she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Are we all friends now," she asked as she looked at Heero who stood in the doorway.

"Yeah," Trowa whispered and pulled the sheets off of her so that he could warm her with his own body.

Within seconds, she had him completely stripped and was pulling him deep inside of her. Outstretching her arm, she reached for Heero, bringing him into the fold as she pulled him down to kiss her while Trowa made love to her. They each knew that this would be socially unacceptable but none of them cared. It was what they wanted.

Trying all kinds of things to see what worked, they ended up in a heap of sweaty sheets and bodies when they were done. They each got their wish; Hilde wanting to screw Heero and wanting to watch them go at it and they getting what they wanted in finally having each other and Hilde in their presence.

Hilde took a deep breath to stabilize her self and let it out slowly. She lay naked between them, Trowa on his side and Heero lying on his stomach. She turned to look into Trowa's eyes and pulled him to kiss her.

"So what are we going to name the baby if it's a boy," she asked and turned to face Heero while Trowa pulled her into a warm hold.

Trowa snuggled up to her, putting his face into her neck as she sided up to him. Heero stared at Trowa for a moment before looking back into her eyes.

"Atreio," he said and closed his eyes.

Hilde turned to look up at Trowa, searching for his input. Trowa stared at her and allowed her to lie flat on her back as he put his hand on her belly.

"Six weeks," she whispered softly, indicating that the baby was all his.

Trowa took in a deep breath and pulled her close.

"Sounds good to me."

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