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.
Warnings: Language, angst (I mean, duh), sex
Pairings: 3x4, 2x3, 1x4
After Happily Ever After
Chapter One: Prologue
"How do you know this guy again?" Heero asked Duo as they sat down on the well worn wooden pew.
Duo shrugged one shoulder.
"He gets coffee at the same place I do."
Heero arched an eyebrow.
"And he invited you to his wedding? Because you get coffee together?"
Duo looked defensive.
"Yeah. Sort of."
Sort of. It was what Duo said when he wanted to lie but knew he shouldn't even bother trying because he was a terrible liar.
Heero sighed. In the end, he supposed, it didn't really matter how Duo knew the groom - Heero had agreed to be his date for this wedding and that was all there was to it. Since Duo had promised to cover him the next time Heero wanted to take a shift off at the hospital, Heero figured it was a fair trade. He spent an hour sitting in a church wearing a suit and got twelve free hours out of the bargain.
An organ started to play and a tall, handsome man started to walk down the aisle by himself.
"That's him," Duo nudged Heero in the ribs. "That's Trowa."
Heero nodded.
Trowa was lean, with auburn hair and sharp, well-defined features and intense green eyes. He was dressed in a charcoal gray suit that fit his frame well.
He looked like exactly the type of guy Duo was always throwing himself out - handsome, likely dull as dirt and shockingly superficial.
Heero glanced over at Duo and wasn't surprised to see his gaze riveted on Trowa.
He rolled his eyes and nudged him.
"Stop mentally undressing him. He's about to get married. To someone else."
Duo looked offended.
"I wasn't mentally undressing him," he argued. "I was just - I was just thinking."
Heero snorted.
"You were thinking about him. Naked."
Duo glared.
The music changed its tone and another man walked down the aisle.
He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man Heero had ever seen. He was very fair, with blonde hair so light it was nearly white and greenish-blue eyes that seemed impossibly large and filled with happiness as he looked ahead of him, towards the altar and his future husband.
Heero watched him stand beside Trowa, watched the taller man take his hands and watched as the blonde smiled up at him, a smile so wide and full of love that Heero felt his own heart beat erratically in response.
The pastor began to speak, reciting a passage from the Bible and beside Heero, Duo squirmed in his seat.
"It's a wedding. In a church. You had to know there would be religion involved," Heero said in a low voice.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Duo muttered back.
Heero sighed.
"Just… tolerate it for the sake of your coffee friend."
Duo shook his head but leaned back against the pew and folded his hands in his lap. Heero wondered if he was mentally counting down until the end of the ceremony. And he wondered, yet again, why they were here.
The pastor finished his recitation and turned to the blonde.
"Quatre Winner will you into Trowa Barton's eyes, and into his heart and repeat after me? I commit my life to our partnership in marriage. I promise to comfort you, to encourage you in all walks of life. I promise to express my thoughts and emotions to you and to listen to you in times of joy and in times of sorrow. Trowa Barton, I love you, and you are my closest friend. Will you let me share my life and all that I am with you?"
Quatre smiled again and drew in a deep breath.
"I commit my life to our partnership in marriage. I promise to comfort you, to encourage you -"
"Wait!"
Heero frowned at the interruption and wondered who the hell - oh no.
Beside him, Duo was standing up, hands gripping the back of the pew in front of him, a desperate look on his face.
"Aren't you supposed to ask if anyone has any objections?" Duo called out.
No, Heero reached out to tug him back down into his seat but Duo batted his hand away.
Quatre was staring in open mouthed shock and Trowa… Trowa was looking at Duo like a man in the desert looked at an oasis.
"I object," Duo continued, not waiting for an answer. He pushed past Heero and down the rest of the pew until he was standing in the aisle.
Heero sank down in his seat.
This could not be happening. It was like some scene from a movie or television or - or anything but reality.
"Please," Duo said, the desperation on his face translating to his voice. "Trowa. I love you. This last month has been… the worst of my life. Please, please let me spend every day telling you how much I love you. Let me wake up beside you and go to bed beside you. Let me listen to your terrible music and I swear I'll love every second of it because it's your music. Let me watch the Discovery Channel with you and I promise I'll stop making fun of the narrators. Let me - let me share your life. Let me make you happy. I know - I know this is crazy. I know you had this plan for your life and I'm not part of that plan, but I love you."
The church was absolutely silent.
Duo looked at Trowa, his heart in his eyes and Trowa looked from Duo to Quatre.
"I'm so sorry," he told Quatre and then he walked towards Duo.
Duo smiled, the kind of broad smile of triumph he wore whenever he did something miraculous, and he walked towards Trowa, meeting him halfway and wrapping his arms around him and kissing him.
No one clapped or cheered - this wasn't, after all, a movie.
Instead, Duo and Trowa pulled away, still smiling at each other, and seemed to realize what they had just done.
"Er…" Duo looked around. "Maybe we should just… go?" He suggested to Trowa.
Trowa looked back up at Quatre, but then he nodded and the two men clasped hands and walked out of the church.
The silence only lasted until their exit - as soon as they walked out the crowd erupted in whispers.
Heero watched people start to awkwardly file out of the church, but he couldn't move. He was too busy watching Quatre.
The blonde man looked devastated, as if the love of his life had just left him at the altar for another man.
Two blonde women who bore a family resemblance joined him on the altar, taking his arms and trying to lead him away, but Quatre remained standing and staring at the doors as his happily ever after walked away with someone else.
-o-
TBC