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"After Happily Ever After "Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, angst (I mean, duh), sex Pairings: 3x4, 2x3, 1x4 Summary: What happens when Happily Ever After turns out to be the worst thing that ever happened to you? A story about second chances, love and friendship. And Quatre Winner. A/N: This is not my fault. I didn't want to write.
I absolutely do NOT want to write a fic with Quatre Winner as the
main character but… I have to. "After Happily Ever After " Chapter Two One Year Later Eric's large cock twitched and he moaned, staring down at the engorged member with wide eyes. A slick, pearlescent bead of precum sat on the tip, a tiny, shiny crown on the wide head. "What sorcery is this?" Eric demanded and gasped at the sound of his own voice - thick and hoarse with need. In front of him, the red haired man smirked. He held out his arms and the front of his velvet robe opened, displaying a long, delicately curved cock. Eric licked his lips at the sight. It was a beautiful cock, red and pulsing with strength. "This?" The red haired man asked. "This is the only sorcery any man ever need master." The red haired man stroked himself, his long fingers wrapping around the shaft and pulling hard, his grip unmerciful even on himself. Eric moaned and the man's hips quivered, as if the sounds from Eric's throat made him unsteady. "Please," Eric begged, although he had no idea what he was begging for. The red haired man arched an eyebrow, smirk still on his face, but he stepped closer. He stopped just in front of Eric, looking down at him as he knelt, his hands and feet still tied behind him, and Eric had never felt more overwhelmed. "Please what?" The man asked, shifting forward, letting his cock stroke Eric's jaw, his lips. Eric leaned into the touch. It felt like a caress, the silken shaft so smooth and firm, and it had been so long since he had been touched. The cock slid along his lips and Eric opened his mouth instinctively. He "Quatre?" Alarmed, Quatre Winner slammed his laptop closed before bothering to save the document. He glared at the open door to his office. Relena Peacecraft stood there, a curious expression on her face as she took in Quatre, the hastily closed laptop, and the blush on his face. "Ummm." "Don't you know how to knock?" Quatre hissed. "Well, your office door was open, so I kind of assumed I could walk in and ask for help when I needed it," she shot back, not in the least intimidated by his anger or embarrassment. Quatre sighed. She was right. He had left his door open - and she could walk in and ask for help when she needed it. "Sorry. You're right. What did you need help with?" "A customer." Quatre arched an eyebrow. Relena sighed. "He wants some book - the computer says we have it in stock but I can't find it anywhere and he won't give up on it." Relena pouted. "I even tried to flirt with him but he doesn't care at all." She tossed her blonde hair over one shoulder and Quatre chuckled. The man must truly be on a mission if he was able to ignore Relena's charms. Quatre was gay, but even he could admire Relena, from a purely aesthetic perspective. "What book?" He asked and stood up. Rashid, sprawled on the floor soaking up the last of the afternoon sun, lifted his shaggy head, intelligent eyes following Quatre's movements. "A Canticle for Leibowitz," Relena said. "Did you check the science fiction section?" Quatre asked her. He started to walk out of the room and Rashid jumped up to follow him, the huge Bouvier des Flanders brushing past Relena and almost knocking her over in his eagerness to keep pace with his master. "Yes," Relena told him. "I'm not a complete idiot." He looked over his shoulder to smirk at her and she rolled her eyes. However, fate clearly wanted to make a point and punished him for teasing her. He ran into something very firm and very warm. Stumbling backwards he almost fell but a strong hand around his right bicep kept him upright. The hand, and the very firm and very warm body attached to it, belonged to a man. A handsome man with exotic features and golden skin. He was Quatre's height, but broader and clearly worked out - and clearly knew how incredibly good looking he was. His dark blue eyes looked at Quatre with amusement. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," Quatre assured him and pulled away from his hand. Rashid pushed between them and, before Quatre or the stranger could react, jumped up to stand on his hind legs and started licking the man's face. The man let out a startled laugh, but made no move to push away the dog. Quatre frowned. For the last six years, Rashid had shown absolutely zero interest in the customers who came into the bookstore - he was notorious for ignoring everyone except for Quatre. He let people pet him, even obligingly rolling over so they could scratch his belly, but otherwise did not seek out their attention. "Rashid." Quatre pulled him off of the man. "Sorry," he told him. "No, it's okay." The man's voice was a rich baritone. He wiped some of the slobber from his face with the back of his hand. Quatre glanced around the store. It was empty except for Relena, standing beside him with a wide grin on her face, the handsome man, and Wufei Chang. Chang was a professor at the local university and had been coming here for the last four years every afternoon, sitting in the leather armchair over by the fireplace and the coffee station and grading his papers, reading the newspaper, or otherwise simply sitting there. He bought one book every week, usually on Friday nights, but seemed to have adopted the bookstore as a kind of study. Quatre turned back to the man. "Were you looking for A Canticle for Leibowitz?" He asked. The man nodded. That surprised Quatre. In his experience, ridiculously handsome men with Sports Illustrated worthy bodies didn't usually read hardcore science fiction. He instantly regretted his thoughts - who was he to judge someone else's reading material? If a hot guy wanted to read science fiction and was a closet nerd, well, it was unfair, but it was allowed. Quatre let go of Rashid. "Relena said you already checked the science fiction section. I know we have a copy... just give me a moment to track it down." The man nodded and trailed after Quatre and Rashid and Quatre prowled the aisles of the store in search of the book. He eventually found it, fifteen minutes later, under philosophy and religion and sighed. He remembered why it was there. Trowa had put it there, jokingly, because of the setting and his own belief that if more people treated religion the same way the book did, the world would be a better place. Quatre realized that the book must have been there for over a year - and he made a mental note to reshelve things soon. Who knew what else might be in the wrong place. He forced himself to put thoughts and memories of Trowa to the back of his mind and gave the book to the customer. "Here you are. Sorry, someone must have misplaced it." The man accepted it. "Thank you - I appreciate you taking the time to track it down." Quatre shrugged. "Just doing my job." "Still, you could have just brushed me off. Is the manager around? I'd like someone to know how helpful you've been." "I'm the owner, actually," Quatre told him. "Oh - well, thank you." The man smiled, a slight curl of his lips that made Quatre's heart beat faster. "It was no problem, really," Quatre assured him. He gestured towards the front of the store. "Relena can you check you out whenever you're ready." The man snorted a laugh. "I think she already checked me out earlier." Quatre had to laugh at that. He had no doubt that Relena had taken her time to ogle the handsome man. She was notorious for throwing herself at guys, especially ones who weren't interested in her. Rashid nudged the man's leg and the reached down to pet him. "Yours?" "Yes - sorry again about him throwing himself at you." "It's fine. I like dogs, I've just never been able to get one." Rashid flopped down and rolled over onto his belly, waving his paws in the air until the man chuckled and crouched down to rub him. Quatre felt very jealous of Rashid. He wouldn't mind having those long fingered hands rubbing him while he writhed on the floor. The erotic thought startled him. Where had that even come from? Yes, the customer was attractive - very, very attractive - but Quatre had encountered attractive men before and not started fantasizing about them before he even knew their name. Relena would probably tell him it was because he needed to get laid - and while he agreed with her on some level, he also didn't see that happening anytime soon. He wasn't into one night stands, and he definitely wasn't into relationships. Not after his last one had failed so spectacularly. Eventually, the man straightened up. "Thanks again," he told Quatre and held up the book. Quatre nodded, yet again, and then watched the man walk up to the front. Rashid followed him. Rolling his eyes, Quatre trailed behind - it would be just his luck if Rashid decided to try to go home with the stranger. Relena rang in the book purchase and took his credit card. "Heero? What a perfect name." She winked at the customer, who appeared on the verge of walking out without the book or his card. When her comment failed to win him over, Relena sighed, passed him a copy of the receipt and put the book in a bag. "Have a great day," she said, boredom in her voice. Quatre wanted to laugh - Relena had always been spoiled, and always resented being ignored or overlooked. "Thank you," Heero said. He started towards the door and Rashid followed him. Heero chuckled and gave Quatre a helpless look. Quatre found himself smiling at that. The man was ridiculously, unfairly handsome - but he looked adorable as well. Quatre walked over and took hold of Rashid's collar. "Maybe we can arrange a date sometime? So I can see Rashid again," Heero joked, his blue eyes warm. Quatre stared at him. Surely the man wasn't - "Quatre is a much better conversationalist than Rashid," Relena spoke up, appearing out of literally nowhere. "And I'm sure he wouldn't mind it if you pet him either." Quatre glared at her. "Relena. I think you should go refill the coffee," he bit out. She rolled her eyes, muttered something about helpless, idiot men and walked away. "Sorry about her," Quatre told Heero. "She's a bit... much." Heero nodded in agreement, but he didn't seem to be in a particular hurry to leave. Quatre frowned. Surely Heero had been joking, about arranging a date? Relena was back again, just as suddenly as the first time, and she thrust a piece of paper at Heero. "Here's his number. He doesn't understand that you think he's hot and want to go on a date with him." "He - You -" Quatre reached for the piece of paper, but Heero folded it up. "If you aren't interested, I won't call you," Heero said and held it out, offering it back to Quatre. "But I would like to take you out. On a date - with or without Rashid." Quatre stared at Heero. Relena stared at Quatre. "Ah, thanks," Quatre eventually said. He made no move to take back the number, and Heero put it in his pocket and left. As soon as he was gone, Quatre turned on Relena. "What is wrong with you?" He demanded. "What is wrong with you?" She snapped back. "Some hottie wants to ask you out and all you did was stare at him and let your dog molest him!" "He - he just wanted to get a damn book!" "Yeah, and stare at your ass while you looked for it." Quatre arched an eyebrow. "He was probably just looking at the bookshelves." "No, he wasn't." Relena crossed her arms. "He was checking out your ass." "Even if he was - I do not need you to give out my number to people!" She rolled her eyes. "Quatre, when is the last time you went out on a date?" "When you tried to set me up with your brother," he growled at her. "Which is why I don't need you to try to set me up with anyone else - it was a disaster!" "It was also nine months ago! I can't believe you haven't been out with anyone since then!" She sighed and shook her head. "Actually, I can. Quatre. You need to get out there and move on." Quatre arched an eyebrow. "Explain to me how exactly I'm supposed to move on from the love of my life leaving me at the altar on our wedding day." Relena sighed. "I don't know, Quatre. I really don't. And I know I can say it was a year ago and it's time to get on with your life and that doesn't mean much because I'm not you and it didn't happen to me. But maybe... just maybe you're allowed to hope that the hot Heero calls you. You're allowed to still believe in romance, Quatre." He snorted derisively. "I'd rather not believe in romance. The only thing romance has proven is that there is no such thing as happily ever after." -o- TBC ~ * ~ |
