Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friendly Betrayal Part 1 ❯ Friendly Betrayal Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ 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: 884 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
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: 884 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Friendly Betrayal
Part 3
By: Vampira Maxwell
Anime series: Gundam Wing
Angst/drama/alternate universe
Lemon
Yaoi
Pairing: 4x3
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you want, but ask me first.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Story blurb: In this part, the last part, describes the second and last rape to Trowa Barton by Quatre Winner. So, if this bothers somebody, then they need to leave now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you should go back and read part one and part two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Warning: Rape, male/male explicit sex, possible OOCness, alternate universe.
Trowa woke up, finding himself in a new position...and very hot. Not in a, wow better turn on the air conditioner, sort of hot, but more of a turned on sort of hot. And, remembering and feeling what he had gone through last time he was awake, he was disgusted and upset by this. Why? Because, he suddenly realized why he felt this way.
Quatre, apparently having prepared himself for this and lubed up Trowa's cock for him, had somehow stimulated Trowa while he was unconscious. His body had reacted naturally to what Quatre had been doing, he'd gotten a hard-on and Quatre was now on top of him, his cock buried inside of Quatre's ass.
Suddenly, Trowa found himself wishing he had enough freedom right now to pound into Quatre. Not for his pleasure, not really. And, not for Quatre's. He would be hoping all the while that he would be able to hurt Quatre, hurt him near as much as Quatre had hurt him, but he didn't think that was possible.
Trowa couldn't help but keep his hard-on, he hated admitting that what Quatre was doing physically made him feel good.
"Stop!! Please!!! Get off of me, leave me alone, untie me! God, please, stop!!" Trowa cried out, tears slipping down his cheeks. How on Earth could he enjoy this????
Quatre ignored Trowa's please, off in his own world, as he moved up on Trowa's cock he let his insides close a bit around it, and then relaxed them again when he came down. He always seemed to be moaning, but whenever his moans held words, they usually contained the word "daddy". This made Trowa even more sick.
Trowa felt like he was going to throw up, but he couldn't. He felt helpless, he couldn't stop Quatre from doing this. His legs and arms were too far apart to move too much, and he was bound by tightly knotted rope that he found he couldn't work his way out of. He kept trying to struggle, even though he involuntarily moaned. He'd tried to stop it, but he couldn't. Trowa was enjoying this. At least physically. Not mentally. Not emotionally. Physically.
"You're so big...so hard...You feel sooo good inside of me, daddy..." Quatre moaned out, fully into the illusion that this wasn't Trowa he was riding, but it was his dead father. That's why he hadn't really gotten very violent, beside the fact that he hadn't the proper equipment to do what he and his father had gotten into a little before his father's death, he and his father used to just fuck. Plain and simple. Even though this was rape and wrong, Quatre didn't care. Trowa looked like his dead father, at least enough to make him want to fuck Trowa JUST because of that.
So, needless to say this went on, adding more problems to Trowa's already fragile mental state, adding more pleasure for Quatre. He could feel what Trowa was feeling, but he chose to believe his father always felt that way when they fucked. Which wasn't true, but it helped with his fantasy and turned him on.
Quatre got faster with his riding, moaning louder, calling out "Daddy" in place of "Trowa", until he finally came, his seed ending up on Trowa's stomach and chest.
Trowa was appalled at himself when he felt himself cum just after Quatre did, when Quatre's insides closed around his cock even MORE.
The blond soon got off of Trowa and grinned to himself, coming back to complete reality.
"It wasn't as easy for me to prepare myself, I'm used to having somebody else do it. But, it was still worth it. Would have been better if you could have responded. But, anyway, I'm going to put you to sleep, again. When you wake up, you won't be tied down anymore and I'll be out of the house for a while. Do what you want." Quatre said, with a smirk, as he continued to feel Trowa's mental and physical pain. He gave Trowa another shot with that sleeping stuff in it.
He made good on his promise, once Trowa had fallen asleep, he untied Trowa, then took his clothes into the bathroom, and took a shower. A quick one, not wanting to be here when Trowa woke up, just in case. Once he'd taken his shower, he got dressed again and left the house for awhile.
The End
Author's note: Yeah, I know, that was so lame and a terrible ending. But, this is my first try at something like this, not that that is an excuse. Anyways, review and tell me how horrible I was!! ^^
Part 3
By: Vampira Maxwell
Anime series: Gundam Wing
Angst/drama/alternate universe
Lemon
Yaoi
Pairing: 4x3
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you want, but ask me first.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Story blurb: In this part, the last part, describes the second and last rape to Trowa Barton by Quatre Winner. So, if this bothers somebody, then they need to leave now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you should go back and read part one and part two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Warning: Rape, male/male explicit sex, possible OOCness, alternate universe.
Trowa woke up, finding himself in a new position...and very hot. Not in a, wow better turn on the air conditioner, sort of hot, but more of a turned on sort of hot. And, remembering and feeling what he had gone through last time he was awake, he was disgusted and upset by this. Why? Because, he suddenly realized why he felt this way.
Quatre, apparently having prepared himself for this and lubed up Trowa's cock for him, had somehow stimulated Trowa while he was unconscious. His body had reacted naturally to what Quatre had been doing, he'd gotten a hard-on and Quatre was now on top of him, his cock buried inside of Quatre's ass.
Suddenly, Trowa found himself wishing he had enough freedom right now to pound into Quatre. Not for his pleasure, not really. And, not for Quatre's. He would be hoping all the while that he would be able to hurt Quatre, hurt him near as much as Quatre had hurt him, but he didn't think that was possible.
Trowa couldn't help but keep his hard-on, he hated admitting that what Quatre was doing physically made him feel good.
"Stop!! Please!!! Get off of me, leave me alone, untie me! God, please, stop!!" Trowa cried out, tears slipping down his cheeks. How on Earth could he enjoy this????
Quatre ignored Trowa's please, off in his own world, as he moved up on Trowa's cock he let his insides close a bit around it, and then relaxed them again when he came down. He always seemed to be moaning, but whenever his moans held words, they usually contained the word "daddy". This made Trowa even more sick.
Trowa felt like he was going to throw up, but he couldn't. He felt helpless, he couldn't stop Quatre from doing this. His legs and arms were too far apart to move too much, and he was bound by tightly knotted rope that he found he couldn't work his way out of. He kept trying to struggle, even though he involuntarily moaned. He'd tried to stop it, but he couldn't. Trowa was enjoying this. At least physically. Not mentally. Not emotionally. Physically.
"You're so big...so hard...You feel sooo good inside of me, daddy..." Quatre moaned out, fully into the illusion that this wasn't Trowa he was riding, but it was his dead father. That's why he hadn't really gotten very violent, beside the fact that he hadn't the proper equipment to do what he and his father had gotten into a little before his father's death, he and his father used to just fuck. Plain and simple. Even though this was rape and wrong, Quatre didn't care. Trowa looked like his dead father, at least enough to make him want to fuck Trowa JUST because of that.
So, needless to say this went on, adding more problems to Trowa's already fragile mental state, adding more pleasure for Quatre. He could feel what Trowa was feeling, but he chose to believe his father always felt that way when they fucked. Which wasn't true, but it helped with his fantasy and turned him on.
Quatre got faster with his riding, moaning louder, calling out "Daddy" in place of "Trowa", until he finally came, his seed ending up on Trowa's stomach and chest.
Trowa was appalled at himself when he felt himself cum just after Quatre did, when Quatre's insides closed around his cock even MORE.
The blond soon got off of Trowa and grinned to himself, coming back to complete reality.
"It wasn't as easy for me to prepare myself, I'm used to having somebody else do it. But, it was still worth it. Would have been better if you could have responded. But, anyway, I'm going to put you to sleep, again. When you wake up, you won't be tied down anymore and I'll be out of the house for a while. Do what you want." Quatre said, with a smirk, as he continued to feel Trowa's mental and physical pain. He gave Trowa another shot with that sleeping stuff in it.
He made good on his promise, once Trowa had fallen asleep, he untied Trowa, then took his clothes into the bathroom, and took a shower. A quick one, not wanting to be here when Trowa woke up, just in case. Once he'd taken his shower, he got dressed again and left the house for awhile.
The End
Author's note: Yeah, I know, that was so lame and a terrible ending. But, this is my first try at something like this, not that that is an excuse. Anyways, review and tell me how horrible I was!! ^^