Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friendly Betrayal Part 1 ❯ Friendly Betrayal Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Vampira 
Quatre sees how much Trowa resembles Mr. Winner, Quatre's father. Seeing this and remembering what he and his father used to do, knowing Trowa wouldn't willingly do such a thing with him, he decides to rape Trowa....
4x3
Yaoi, AU, rape, possible OOC
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.10.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 996 | Status: Work In Progress
Quatre sees how much Trowa resembles Mr. Winner, Quatre's father. Seeing this and remembering what he and his father used to do, knowing Trowa wouldn't willingly do such a thing with him, he decides to rape Trowa....
4x3
Yaoi, AU, rape, possible OOC
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.10.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 996 | Status: Work In Progress
Friendly Betrayal
By: Vampira Maxwell
Anime series: Gundam Wing
Angst/drama/alternate universe
Lemon
Yaoi
Pairings: 4x3
Spoilers: None
Part: 1/3
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you want, but ask me first
Feedback: PLEASE send feedback! ^_~
Story blurb: Remembering things his father and he did in the past, before his father died, Quatre decides to betray the trust of his friend, Trowa, by drugging him, tying him down and then raping him after waiting for him to wake up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, nor do I claim to.
Warnings: Rape, explicit male/male sex, possible OOCness, alternate universe, slight bondage.
Quatre grinned to himself as he watched his Trowa drink the tea he'd given to him. He'd told Trowa it was just to sooth and relax him, because Trowa had been edgy lately, paranoid. This worked out perfectly for Quatre, because he'd wanted to find a way to do this for quite some time.
The blond remembered how his father and he used to...well...to put it quite bluntly...fuck all the time. Whenever they had the chance, Mr. Winner and his only son would screw each other until they couldn't anymore. And, when Quatre's father had died, Quatre had gone ballistic for more reasons than just that. The man HAD been his father. But, Quatre was more concerned about the fucking he wasn't getting, anymore. He just wondered if anybody knew how LONG he'd gone without a good fuck. Well, that was going to change.
Quatre followed Trowa around as Trowa started to read a book and went to the couch to sit down. He frowned to himself, wondering if the stuff he'd put in the tea was working, or if perhaps somehow Trowa was immune to it. Trowa should be getting considerably drowsy by the second.
"What are you doing?" Trowa asked, suspicious of his friend, because he was following him around and looking at him strangely.
"Nothing. I just want to be here in case you need me for something. Would you like me to leave you alone?" Quatre asked, politely.
"...Yes, I would, please." Trowa said, taking Quatre up on his offer.
Quatre frowned a bit deeper. If he didn't go far enough, Trowa would know he was lurking about, and if he went too far, he'd miss it when Trowa fell asleep and probably find out about it just as Trowa is waking up and then he'd have to go through it all over again! But, he turned and began walking out of the room.
It wasn't until he had just reached the door that he grinned to himself, hearing the thud that he knew was Trowa falling to the floor.
He turned around, seeing that Trowa had somehow managed to fall off of the couch and onto the floor. No matter, it would make his job a bit easier.
He went over to Trowa's unconscious body and took hold of his arms at the wrists and began to drag Trowa away from the couch. He needed to get Trowa to the guest room, it was closer, and it had a bed. Quatre was strong, though he didn't look it, but NOT strong enough to pick Trowa up and carry him around. This was easier, though a bit hard on his back.
Once he got Trowa out of the room and down the long hallway and into the actual guestroom...he was pretty near exhausted for the moment. That was hard on his back and it didn't make it easy to breathe. Perhaps doing it this way hadn't been as easy as he had first planned it to be. Oh well. He had Trowa in the guestroom. He just had to get him onto the bed now.
Quatre sighed. Was this really worth it? He would like to say no, almost, and put Trowa back on the couch or just let him lay in the damn guestroom until he woke up, because this was starting to get exhausting and he with no pleasure, yet! He wasn't supposed to be exhausted until after the fuck! Oh well. It WAS worth it, when he thought about the pleasure he'd received from his father. So, then, perhaps this would only be a one-time deal, because he was sure Trowa wouldn't tell anybody, but just as sure that he wouldn't stick around to see if Quatre would do it again. So, he had to make this a good one for himself.
He sighed once more, a heavier one this time, as if he knew he was going to do something VERY exhausting and wasn't looking forward to it, and got back to dragging Trowa over to the bed and then getting him ON the bed.
The blond Arab got the rope he would use ready and set them aside for the moment, then went about quickly undressing his tall, dark and handsome "friend".
First went the shirt, then the pants and boxers. Too bad, he'd actually thought Trowa the sort NOT to wear underwear. He was a bit disappointed, but that wouldn't discourage him. He took off the boxers and then the socks. He was glad Trowa didn't wear shoes inside the house.
Once he'd gotten the clothes actually off of Trowa, he couldn't say where he threw them, and got the rope and tied Trowa to the bed. One piece of rope was for his feet and the other for his hands. His hands tied far apart from each other, and so where his feet. Though his feet were tied far apart from each other, for the purpose of Trowa's legs being spread. His hands being tied far apart were so they couldn't mess with the rope.
The blond grinned and began to undress himself, now. All he had to do now, was get naked and wait...
End part 1
Author's note: This is the first rape fic I've ever written, as well as the first Quatre and Trowa pairing I've done. Hehe. So, I'm making it a three parter instead of the original one I'd thought I was going to do.
By: Vampira Maxwell
Anime series: Gundam Wing
Angst/drama/alternate universe
Lemon
Yaoi
Pairings: 4x3
Spoilers: None
Part: 1/3
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you want, but ask me first
Feedback: PLEASE send feedback! ^_~
Story blurb: Remembering things his father and he did in the past, before his father died, Quatre decides to betray the trust of his friend, Trowa, by drugging him, tying him down and then raping him after waiting for him to wake up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, nor do I claim to.
Warnings: Rape, explicit male/male sex, possible OOCness, alternate universe, slight bondage.
Quatre grinned to himself as he watched his Trowa drink the tea he'd given to him. He'd told Trowa it was just to sooth and relax him, because Trowa had been edgy lately, paranoid. This worked out perfectly for Quatre, because he'd wanted to find a way to do this for quite some time.
The blond remembered how his father and he used to...well...to put it quite bluntly...fuck all the time. Whenever they had the chance, Mr. Winner and his only son would screw each other until they couldn't anymore. And, when Quatre's father had died, Quatre had gone ballistic for more reasons than just that. The man HAD been his father. But, Quatre was more concerned about the fucking he wasn't getting, anymore. He just wondered if anybody knew how LONG he'd gone without a good fuck. Well, that was going to change.
Quatre followed Trowa around as Trowa started to read a book and went to the couch to sit down. He frowned to himself, wondering if the stuff he'd put in the tea was working, or if perhaps somehow Trowa was immune to it. Trowa should be getting considerably drowsy by the second.
"What are you doing?" Trowa asked, suspicious of his friend, because he was following him around and looking at him strangely.
"Nothing. I just want to be here in case you need me for something. Would you like me to leave you alone?" Quatre asked, politely.
"...Yes, I would, please." Trowa said, taking Quatre up on his offer.
Quatre frowned a bit deeper. If he didn't go far enough, Trowa would know he was lurking about, and if he went too far, he'd miss it when Trowa fell asleep and probably find out about it just as Trowa is waking up and then he'd have to go through it all over again! But, he turned and began walking out of the room.
It wasn't until he had just reached the door that he grinned to himself, hearing the thud that he knew was Trowa falling to the floor.
He turned around, seeing that Trowa had somehow managed to fall off of the couch and onto the floor. No matter, it would make his job a bit easier.
He went over to Trowa's unconscious body and took hold of his arms at the wrists and began to drag Trowa away from the couch. He needed to get Trowa to the guest room, it was closer, and it had a bed. Quatre was strong, though he didn't look it, but NOT strong enough to pick Trowa up and carry him around. This was easier, though a bit hard on his back.
Once he got Trowa out of the room and down the long hallway and into the actual guestroom...he was pretty near exhausted for the moment. That was hard on his back and it didn't make it easy to breathe. Perhaps doing it this way hadn't been as easy as he had first planned it to be. Oh well. He had Trowa in the guestroom. He just had to get him onto the bed now.
Quatre sighed. Was this really worth it? He would like to say no, almost, and put Trowa back on the couch or just let him lay in the damn guestroom until he woke up, because this was starting to get exhausting and he with no pleasure, yet! He wasn't supposed to be exhausted until after the fuck! Oh well. It WAS worth it, when he thought about the pleasure he'd received from his father. So, then, perhaps this would only be a one-time deal, because he was sure Trowa wouldn't tell anybody, but just as sure that he wouldn't stick around to see if Quatre would do it again. So, he had to make this a good one for himself.
He sighed once more, a heavier one this time, as if he knew he was going to do something VERY exhausting and wasn't looking forward to it, and got back to dragging Trowa over to the bed and then getting him ON the bed.
The blond Arab got the rope he would use ready and set them aside for the moment, then went about quickly undressing his tall, dark and handsome "friend".
First went the shirt, then the pants and boxers. Too bad, he'd actually thought Trowa the sort NOT to wear underwear. He was a bit disappointed, but that wouldn't discourage him. He took off the boxers and then the socks. He was glad Trowa didn't wear shoes inside the house.
Once he'd gotten the clothes actually off of Trowa, he couldn't say where he threw them, and got the rope and tied Trowa to the bed. One piece of rope was for his feet and the other for his hands. His hands tied far apart from each other, and so where his feet. Though his feet were tied far apart from each other, for the purpose of Trowa's legs being spread. His hands being tied far apart were so they couldn't mess with the rope.
The blond grinned and began to undress himself, now. All he had to do now, was get naked and wait...
End part 1
Author's note: This is the first rape fic I've ever written, as well as the first Quatre and Trowa pairing I've done. Hehe. So, I'm making it a three parter instead of the original one I'd thought I was going to do.