With A Little Help From Quatre

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Quatre was awakened by the sound of Duo screaming. He sat, bolt upright, in bed, 
and was about to climb out when Duo ran into his room and got into bed with him 
and Trowa, who was also wide awake.

"Um, Duo?" Quatre asked, concernedly.

Duo clung to Quatre, shaking all over.

"Duo?" Quatre stroked the braided boy's hair and spoke in a soothing voice. "Shhh... 
it's okay, Duo. What happened?"

"Heero..." Duo whimpered. "He... he was kissing me.. and it ... it was nice, and 
then he was touching me... you ... you know with his hands, and that was okay, 
too... then... he... he hurt me."

"I'm sure he didn't mean to, Duo." Quatre told him, softly. "He may have been a 
little overeager, and that may have hurt you. But I'm positive Heero didn't... " 
he looked up as Heero walked in.

"Duo?!" the Perfect Soldier asked. His usually dispassionate face wore a look of 
concern. "Duo, are you all right?"

Duo shied away from Heero, trying to hide under Quatre's arm, the way a shy 
child might hide behind their mother.

"Duo, I'm sorry." Heero told him. "I didn't mean to hurt you, my sweet Duo. Not 
tonight. I'd never hurt you, but especially not tonight."

Quatre had an idea. He looked over at Trowa, as if in silent explanation, then 
began.

Carefully, gently, Quatre kissed Duo, stroking him and caressing him, until Duo 
stop shivering and began to relax. He paid extra attention to Duo's emotional 
state, waiting until the last vestiges of fear were gone before inviting Heero 
to join them on the bed. Once Heero was there, Quatre carefully guided him into 
Duo, first making sure he was properly lubricated so he wouldn't hurt the 
braided pilot. Then, when Heero was inside Duo, Quatre drew back and felt Trowa's 
arms enfolding him. He felt Trowa kissing him, and kissed Trowa back. Watching 
as Heero made love to Duo, kissing and caressing the braided boy, speaking words 
of affection to him, Trowa found himself desiring Quatre more than ever. They'd 
made love before, but always holding back; Trowa afraid of being hurt, Quatre 
afraid of hurting. Now, Trowa feared no such thing. The resolution of Duo's 
virginal fear had also served to resolve Trowa's own fears.

"Quatre," he whispered, "please, my love."

It was all Quatre needed to hear. 

-----TBC-----