Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Devil And Demon ❯ Mission ( Prologue )

IMPORTANT ---------- PLEASE READ!!!

 

This is an utterly fictional story, and you are looking at fictional characters. What might sound good in this story might be tantamount to assault and battery in real life. I am also aware of the fact that most BDSM-scenes are the result of extensive planning first, with safe-words, limits, no-go-areas. A big principle of BDSM is willing participation of all parties involved - anything else is pure sadism.

 

For the sake of this story though, I have blurred the lines quite a bit (or will in later chapters, as this is just the introduction), so please remember this is merely fiction.

 

So, now that all this stuff is out of the way - read and enjoy.

 

 

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Devil And Demon

 

 

The two of them strolled in together, and gradually, silence spread like a disease through the club until all that could be heard was the heavy, thumping beat of the music. All heads were turned towards them as the magnificent pair caught everybody's attention. They stood close together, so very close, one shrouded in shadows, the other standing in the lime-light, and Wufei's breath caught in his throat at the sight of them.

 

Those two - he had thought he had known them, but apparently he was wrong. Their new-found presence grated against his senses in a way that screamed danger, mastery, control. Which was most surprising, considering the usually loud-mouthed persona of the more visible one.

 

He knew Duo Maxwell, the chatterbox, the American baka, and he knew Pilot 02, the God of Death, the one who cackled manically when he swung his scythe, but the person at the entrance was neither.

 

Was that why it had taken them so long? To put on this amazing act? Or was it even an act?

 

The cool, predatory grace, the sheer overwhelming power seemed to be an intrinsic quality of that person who was fully revealed by the light at the entrance. Deep violet eyes wandered across the room, coming to rest on Wufei for a brief moment. But that moment was enough for him to feel fear rising in his throat. That person was not Duo Maxwell, the jester as he knew him. The malevolent hunger behind those eyes, the malicious sparkle in those pupils, and the corners of full, red lips that were slightly tugged upwards in a violent - smirk? Laughter? Grin? -, they made the fine hairs on his body stand on end.

 

But that was not the only difference. The Maxwell he knew would either wear a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt, or a completely black priest outfit. This new Maxwell though, he wore black - skin.

 

Yes, skin was the only expression that Wufei could come up with, because leather was too impersonal, too common. Leather did not reflect the personality within; it was gleaming on its own and had its own will. Leather could be coerced into clinging to well-formed legs and buttocks, but it was always constricting, stiff, and creaking, especially when it was new.

 

Oh, many people in this club were more than happy to wear this shiny, stiff leather to gain some of its showy attitude, and it worked reasonably well for them. Maxwell though, he did not have to resort to such methods. His dangerous, predatory essence held so much violent, malicious appeal that even leather submitted to his will and was glad to serve as a second skin, glowing with its master's power.

 

Beneath the leather vest he wore, there was a wide, silken shirt in the same deep violet as his eyes. It was a glaring contrast to the black skin made of leather as the violet fabric did not cling but rather worship his slender but powerful arms beneath. Not quite daring to touch the hunter, it flowed around him in a teasing, tantalizing purple river that only hinted at firm paleness beneath.

 

Although Maxwell was covered almost from head to toe, strangely modest compared to so many people in this club, there was no doubt about him fitting in with the crowd, and no doubt about his mastery of the game that they were playing. In fact, most of the people there were mere kitten compared to the cunning panther at the entrance.

 

Wufei was deadly certain that he didn't want to have a closer encounter with that dangerous predator. If he valued his life, he would stay out of Maxwell's way.

 

The only thing that intrigued him was how Maxwell could have hidden that aspect of himself so well - and how he had gained this kind of experience in the first place. There were patrons here that had been practicing this game for more years that Maxwell had been alive, but they could not even come close to achieving the same aura of malevolent hunger.

 

Perhaps because it was still a game for them.

 

They played with their partners, enjoying the sight of reddened buttocks that made the pleasure afterwards that much more exquisite because of a faint memory of pain mingling with it.

 

But this new Duo Maxwell did not seem to play. His aura suggested that he lived it, loving to humiliate, to hurt people, not caring much about the receiving end of the deal, making Wufei almost choke with its strength. This Maxwell lived for total control. And despite his youthfulness, everybody recognized it, accepted it, welcoming him into their heated midst like a god.

 

When Maxwell strode towards the bar, a corridor opened before him, and bar stools were emptied without question. He had turned into an object of worship.

 

Suddenly, Wufei felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking around, he discovered their owner. They belonged to the second one, the one that had been hidden by the shadows, watching, taking in every detail.

 

Heero Yuy.

 

But a Heero that had been changed almost as much as Maxwell. He wore an outfit that was a carbon-copy of Maxwell's, the only difference being the color of his shirt - an intense, sparkling blue, like a sapphire.

 

Wufei realized that this was another predator. Not as cruel as Maxwell, but vicious and demanding in his own right, with the same level of mastery and experience. Wufei couldn't help but stare at the person that the icy, emotionless, perfect soldier had turned into. Oh yes, he was still dangerous, very much so, but in a completely different manner.

 

The Perfect Soldier was dangerous because of his inhuman precision, strength, and determination, fulfilling his mission even at the cost of his own life. This new Yuy was dangerous because he liked to play and didn't hesitate to use his sleek, attractive body to full effect.

 

Hell, Wufei had never thought that Yuy even knew what attractive meant, but this person radiated sexiness and seduction with every step - just like Maxwell radiated dominance and malevolence.

 

Yuy though was a different kind of predator. While Maxwell flaunted his presence, Yuy stayed more hidden, probably to first choose his unsuspecting prey carefully before getting ready to move in for the kill.

 

Nonetheless, he was no less dangerous than Maxwell; maybe even more so. He did not exude that crackling essence of uncompromised dominance, but rather dual signals that were a tantalizing invitation for both sides of the game. Alone with this kind of aura, Yuy could probably ensnare the whole club and then coerce them to do whatever he wanted.

 

The silence in the room slowly gave way to low murmurs of astonishment and appreciation, but soon, the same kind of noise and sexual tension permeated the room as before. Wufei shook his head to come out of his daze and almost yelped when a hand pinched his bottom Growling lowly in his throat, he turned towards the offender and slapped her roughly in the face. She merely worked her jaw a little bit and smiled seductively. Lowering her head towards him, she whispered into his ear.

 

“Care to take that any further?”

 

Wufei smirked and wrapped her long blonde hair around his hand. Then, when he had a sure grip on it, he yanked sharply on it, making her hiss in pain. Her head reluctantly followed her abused hair, and when her ear was in talking range, he growled menacingly: “I do not play with women. Unless you prove to me that you possess some less female features, you can take yourself elsewhere.”

 

Suddenly, the blonde ground her hips into the small of his back, and what he felt there was definitely not part of female anatomy. Wufei had to chuckle, leaning slightly into the decidedly male cross-dresser who was not unfamiliar to him.

 

“I knew you would see it my way. What do you think of them?”

 

As an answer, the poking in the small of his back grew harder, and a shiver ran through the blonde's body.

 

Wufei shook his head slightly, admonishing the blond quietly so that he was barely heard over the music. “Uh uh, I don't think you would want that. They are not like me or Treize. On this playing ground, they are not safe, especially not Maxwell. I am not sure what happened, but they will do their job. They are taking the extremes whereas we take the moderate. Now go and do your job, and I will do mine. And remember, those two are dangerous, even to you, Preventer Wind. Even to you.”

 

After the little lecture, Wufei's hand released his soft, blond hair and gave the man an encouraging slap on the ass. He mouthed `go', and watched as the blond disappeared with a wink.

 

Sighing, Wufei got back to his work, trying to get information out of sex-crazed individuals. Deep down, he was glad that neither Winner nor Barton had taken the mission, because he knew that Winner would be too shocked at the scene because of his space-heart. The emotions in that place swung high, and the Arabian was much too innocent for most of them.

 

Oh, he had found love with Barton, but as far as Wufei knew, they had never ventured into the darker games of dominance and submission. Of course, Wufei could be wrong in his assumptions, just like he had misjudged Maxwell and Yuy. Barton might have gained some experience during his past. After all, he had grown up in an all-male mercenary group, an unstable arrangement at best. But the past did not necessarily hold everything.

 

Wufei himself was the best example. Hell, not even four years ago, he would have gotten a life-threatening nosebleed, screamed something about injustice, and then, he would have fled the club before even setting a foot into it. Well, he would have called it a refusal of mingling with such disturbed individuals, but the result would have been the same.

 

Now, he was not only comfortable in this setting; he even participated in their game.

 

This drastic change could be accounted to Treize, their nemesis during the first war. If Treize hadn't been dead for over three years, Wufei would have thanked him for that part of his education.

 

The OZ-general had taken him in and had shown him during long, passionate, and painful hours what Wufei had not even been able to imagine in his innocence. Treize was the one who had introduced him to this darker scene, and he was the one who had shown Wufei its rules and regulations. Treize had been an excellent teacher to both him and Zechs, and when Wufei had been forced to kill his lover, he had turned to Zechs in his grief. Since then, they'd had a more or less stable relationship that came in quite handy for this mission.

 

A few weeks ago, Preventer intelligence had dug up signs of a drug ring that had turned out to also be involved in child porn and human trafficking. It had been traced back to several people, but hard evidence was still lacking. When a couple of Agents had vanished during an investigation that had revealed that even bigger business might be going on behind closed doors, the big guns were brought out. And that had meant them. Gundam pilots.

 

The briefing had been, as the name said, brief.

 

One of the suspects, Chad Brunswig, operated several dubious clubs that were highly suspected to be part of a huge network of slave and drug traders. But on the surface, everything was just legal enough to not get them a search warrant. So they had to resort to digging up evidence on their own. And that meant visiting one of the many BDSM clubs that provided cover for darker secrets.

 

Wufei and Zechs had immediately volunteered, and to their surprise, Maxwell and Yuy, too. Back then, Wufei had sputtered and stuttered, because he'd been convinced that Maxwell's hyperactive Energizer-bunny-behavior would blow their cover - if not Yuy's stoical, single-minded focus on the mission did so even beforehand. Maxwell had merely had a strange, knowing gleam in his eyes as he had first looked over to Yuy, and then back to Wufei. `We'll fit in, trust us,' he'd said. But Wufei had not believed him.

 

Now though, after seeing the stir their entrance had caused, all his doubts had vanished into thin air. And their presence would definitely make their mission easier.

 

To be honest, the biggest part of the job would fall to Maxwell and Yuy. If there were any illegal activities going on, the person behind them would hardly tell them to the occasional week-end-party-goers. Which Wufei and Zechs were, and in the scene, it was very hard to pretend to be otherwise. Either you were, or you weren't. The very nature of the games was that way, revealing souls to the bone. Of course, they would have tried, but now, that had become unnecessary.

 

No, any kind of illegal information would only be given to the very few devoted hardcore-members, and that clearly fell into Maxwell's category. Wufei's and Zechs' job was to look and listen around for any rumors or hints, but if there was any solid information uncovered, it would probably be done by Maxwell or Yuy. Wufei held no illusions about that.

 

That didn't mean though that he could slack off.

 

Determined, he delved into the rocking, sweating, pulsating masses, intent on fulfilling his mission.

 

 

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A/N:

 

To be honest, I got the idea for writing such a fanfic from reading Madam Hydra's Dominion Road. But I promise I won't try and copy her work.

 

Any comments welcome (flames will be sent to Siberia, where they can actually prove useful by providing an alternate source of heating).

 

`Til the next chapter.

 

Sakiku