Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Side of Angels ❯ Prologue

The Side of Angels
By Red Pearl




Prologue


Tsubarov was in a rare mood tonight; dinner was delicious, the wine was excellent, and the boy sitting across from him was absolutely delectable.

The warm glow of candlelight spilling around the room accentuated the boy's golden skin, the long raven hair that trailed down his shoulders and framed his face, and dark, fathomless eyes that drowned anyone who looked into them.

So very lovely.

And all his.

The candlelight glinted off the beaded bracelet on the boy's left wrist. He remarked casually, "You're always wearing that. Is it a lover's token?"

The boy's hand tightened on his knife momentarily, the long hair obscuring his lowered eyes. "No," he answered after a short pause. "Just a little good-luck charm."

He looked up at Tsubarov and smiled, a slow, seductive smile that was designed to stir up the blood of any living man. It worked on Tsubarov now. Tsubarov felt the heat rising in his groin; he couldn't wait until any longer. Putting down his knife and fork, he ordered, "Come here, my boy."

Wufei smiled sweetly at him and, picking up his wineglass, glided toward him. Tsubarov couldn't help but admire the way the boy moved. A fluid sensuality flowed in every movement of his body; with each step he beguiled, enticed, and whispered promises of untold pleasure. Tsubarov had met pretty boys with eyes that could speak, but Wufei was eloquent with a turn of his head, a flutter of his eyelashes, and a sinuous curl of his body.

Wufei climbed onto his lap with the same easy grace. He weighed little, small and slender even for someone of his age and race. He was wearing a white poet's shirt that was too large for him; it came down almost to his knees, and the front was only half-buttoned, exposing most of his chest.

Tsubarov couldn't help but bend down and taste that warm skin, lapping at the vivid teeth marks at the base of Wufei's neck. The skin had been broken. He hadn't meant to bite down so hard last night, but the boy could make him lose control like no one else.

He nuzzled the boy's neck. Wufei giggled and circled his arms around Tsubarov neck, arching into him. The movement caused the shirt to slide off one shoulder, exposing more of that delicious golden skin that was flawless save for the various bruises decorating it.

He had done this, marked this beautiful boy as his and his alone. It was such a shame that he couldn't take the boy to the Conference with him. He was already dreading going to sleep without the sensuous body in his arms. Tsubarov gathered the boy tighter against him, his erection pressing hard into the boy's bum. Wufei squirmed, the movement causing Tsubarov's arousal to flare even higher.

Tsubarov stood up with the boy still in his arms and walked quickly into his bedroom.


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Wufei waited for thirty minutes after Tsubarov's breathing evened into sleep before silently sliding out from under Tsubarov's body, wincing as the bruises on his body made themselves known. Tsubarov wasn't intentionally cruel, but he did tend to get rough during heated moments.

He crept soundlessly into the study, turned on the computer and tried- as he had for the past few nights- to locate the information he had been sent to find. He was well aware that his time was up and he would have to report failure if he couldn't get the information by tomorrow.

And failure was unacceptable.

But luck was with him tonight. Half an hour into the search, he found what he was looking for. He quickly made a copy, deleted the originals, then erased any traces he might have left on the computer.

It was almost done.

He went back into the bedroom to find that Tsubarov was still sleeping peacefully. It must be nice to have no conscience; the nightmares wouldn't be a bother then.

His mind flashed back to dinner, when Tsubarov had asked about his bracelet. Just for a second, he had been filled with rage and his hand had tightened on the dinner knife. The desire to bury that knife in Tsubarov's throat was almost irresistible.

How dare he!

Tsubarov had no right to ask such questions! Wasn't it enough that he had Wufei's body?

That bracelet was only a cheap imitation, picked up from one of the Temple Fairs he went to, but it was the only thing that was left of his previous life, his life before he was consigned into this hell.

He pushed down the rising anger. There was no use dwelling on the past when he still had a job to do and only a limited time to do it.

The pressure point was easy to locate after so much practice. Death was instantaneous. A painless death, leaving no trace to the untrained eye. With luck, this would be classified as passing away in his sleep.

He quickly and thoroughly erased any signs of his presence in Tubarov's house, and slipped out the back door without a sound.


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The night air breezed past his body, lifting his hair, a few annoying strands tickling his face. This is why he usually keep it in a tight ponytail, but most men - and women - preferred that he wear his hair down.

Wufei shoved that thought away, determined not to think about it just now.

Now, in the quiet night, walking by himself with a bag on his back, he could almost convince himself that he could go anywhere he wanted. There would be no more orders to follow, no more dishonorable acts to perform.

He could do whatever he wanted to do.

He could just walk down the road and into the train station, and buy a ticket that would take him to the edge of the world.

He could be free.

For a moment, it almost seemed possible.

But then reality crashed in and he knew it was just a dream, and a hopeless one at that.

Stopping by a phone box, he dialed a familiar number. When he spoke, his voice was flat and emotionless.

"Mission accomplished."



End of Prologue.