Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayal ❯ When the S*** Hits the Fan ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Pairings: a brief OC+4/4xOC, OCxOC, 2+4+2, 1x2x1, 3+4+3, eventually 3x4.

Category: set after the war about AC 200, betrayal, romance; OOC; maybe lemon probably lime; Angst; yaoi

Warnings: Cheating, language, lies, lust, good dreams, friends.

Spoilers: I'm not sure if I'm going to put anything that pertains to the series. If I do all warn ahead of time. In this chapter just mentions of the end of the war and Endless Waltz, I don't think there's any plot revealed.

Rating: R

Author's Note: Please do not read if any of this will offend you. Sorry if it's written poorly it made since at the time I wrote it and every one knows what a mistake that can be. Oh by the way this chapter is un-betaed but the rest are so just to warn you I've averaged a C in every single English class I've ever taken and I am completely helpless when it comes to spelling and grammar and stuff. Let's see the charter Ryan in the story is at least in looks is based off of one of my friends. To help you picture him more clearly think of the real life version of Mamoru/Darin from Sailor Moon. Tall, dark brown hair almost black, dark blue eyes, and beautifully tanned skin: you've seen the type at least on TV. Only in real life I sincerely doubt that he'd act anything like Ryan.

Author: Benji Coyle

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Betrayal

AC 200

Quatre sat in a relaxed poise after a grueling week on Earth. He was currently on his private shuttle headed to the L4 colony cluster. He sat in the same gray suit he had left in; needless to say that he had not changed his clothes since his arrival. He was at a hostile take over that demanded his undivided attention for his time on Earth. During these meeting he was lucky if he'd gotten time for coffee and a bagel in the mornings.

But all of this is trivial information he was going home with one more business under his belt. But this did not matter to Quatre all he cared about was going home seeing his honey and taking a nice long bath with said honey. Quatre had told Ryan that he would be gone for two to three weeks, but amazingly the majority of the negotiations had been completed before he arrived so he was done at the end of the first week, and so he left Earth after the last paper was signed.

He smirked a bit in his chair as he imagined the look on Ryan's face when he came home early. He began to anticipate how nice the bath would feel with Ryan easing his week long tensions out of his worn body. He had to admit he had not felt this tired since the war. Long battles with little to no rest in-between, yes some transactions could feel like combat. Then his mind began to wander further about the friends he'd made back in the war, smiling to himself he remembered he'd be seeing them in three weeks at his wedding.

Yes Quatre Raberba Winner was finally going to tie the knot with the love of his young life, Ryan Summers. They had been seeing each other for almost two years. Quatre had been as surprised as anyone that he had finally found the perfect man for himself and at a coffee shop no less.

Quatre's business life had started a few months after the end of the Eve War in AC 195, and it was interrupted for a short time in AC 196 during an up rise in AC 196. He took over Winner Enterprise once again in AC 197; and he had been having trouble trying to straiten out all of the damage that had taken place during OZ's seizure of the Winner holdings back in AC 195, this little set back was taking the better part of four years to fix. In this time he'd fallen into a rut waking up at 4:00 to get ready for work arriving at the office at 5:30 work until 11:00 then going across the street for a bagel and a nonfat hazelnut latte, and then going back to the office to work until 8:00 going home eating dinner and then go to bed, and then starting the same pattern over the next day.

This was his routine for nearly two and a half years; it all changed one peculiar day in March. It was March 15, AC 198 it began as every other day had for Quatre he had just popped across the street for his usual. When after he acquired his beverage and bagel and was about to head back to his office to consume said goods he bumped into someone, tall and well built, and spilt the contents of his cup all over himself. Forgetting about the searing coffee now staining his navy blue suit, he stared into a pair of gorgeous royal blue eyes his breath catching in his throat and everything stilled around him. This was it the moment, that one moment in life where you know that you have met the one person that you're going to spend the rest of your life with. Quatre began to blush once he remembered that he was staring and began to blurt out a hasty apology.

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"I'm terribly sorry I was just in a rush and I wasn't paying attention. And…oh I hope I didn't get and coffee on you, did I? You have amazing eyes." Quatre only then relized that he had said that last bit out loud and dropped his bagel to cover his mouth blushing in embarrassment.

A hint of amusement crossed the stranger's eyes, which he had not taken once off of Quatre. "It's really not a problem, and don't worry you missed me I see you were not so luck your self. And thank you, I was just thinking the thing about you. I see that you've lost your lunch so may I treat you to one."

Quatre stared for a second, the mans voice was deep and sexy it was making him week in the knees. "Umm…sure?" Quatre answered as more of a question than anything else.

"Good. The names Ryan by the way. Ryan Summers it's a pleasure." Ryan said holding out his hand to Quatre.

"Quatre. Quatre Winner same here." Quatre replied taking the offered hand.

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After several hours Quatre agreed to see him again and again. It had been a good six months before Quatre started to get serious about Ryan, and another six months after that before he and Ryan decided to get intimate. Quatre had proposed a year and a half after they had met and he had just recently allowed Ryan to move in, in January. The wedding was set for March 15, AC 200 the same day they'd met just two years ago, life was perfect. And on his wedding night he was finally going to let Ryan take him. He had no idea why he'd never let Ryan take him before it just never seemed to be the right time. He knew Ryan was a little annoyed by it, he called it `Quatre's lack of trust' in him, and that hurt Quatre. Quatre truly did trust him and so he was going to surprise Ryan on their wedding night, true Quatre was a little nervous about it but he felt Ryan deserved it for waiting so long.

Back in the present Quatre was startled from his musings by the arrival of Rashid, his self-appointed bodyguard, from the cockpit. "Master Quatre, we shall reach our destination in three hours. I would recommend you to get some rest for the time being." Rashid told Quatre. Quatre smiled and nodded to Rashid, Rashid quietly bowed and retreated back into the cockpit.

Quatre reclined his seat back and tried to get comfortable. He truly was not sure if he would be able to sleep but resting his eyes wouldn't hurt. Barely five minutes past and he was out like a light.

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