Chapter 10 / 18
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Wufei smiled as he finished combing back his hair and pulling it into a ponytail. It had been a week since he had ran into Duo, and since then, the four pilots had switched safehouses. Wufei had been bored and took a trip to the bar, and had met a great guy named Saris. Though Wufei had been in love with Duo, he figured that it might be time to move on, no matter how guilty it made him feel...Duo wasn't the same, Duo was crazy now. All that talk about demons...what a joke.
Wufei's thoughts turned back to Saris. He was absolutely bishounen. A petite, nicely figured man with long honey-brown hair...half held back in a braid, the rest swinging loose...
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Imati smiled both inside and out when he saw Wufei walk in the door of the rather classy restaurant. Imati was careful that the smile he showed was soft and nice, a smile like Kas's. The thought made his insides churn, but Imati controlled himself. It wouldn't do him any good if he blew it now. Wufei trusted him. Imati almost snickered at the thought as he greeted Wufei with a soft, silky voice...also like Kas's. The thought made him want to snarl. Imati talked quietly with Wufei for a while, but his mind was elsewhere and his mouth was on autopilot.
He so loved toying with his prey.
Their date went very well, and Imati didn't slip up once. He realized he had managed to pull it off by acting just like Kas'Ralin. The thought was overpowering. Imati couldn't stand it. // What a loser, to always be this nice...gods be damned... // Imati was very pleased when Wufei suggested going back to the safehouse, no one was there?
"That would be wonderful." Imati said with a sweet smile. It made him want to vomit. Being so sweet and nice was against his nature...but toying with his victims...earning their trust...ah, it made it worth his while.
During the drive, they made small talk. Imati smiled and kept Wufei from any topics that might upset the Chinese bishounen. Wufei, slightly drunk, happily talked about this, and that. Imati was waiting patiently. He would choose his moment. Maybe not tonight...but soon.
When they arrived, Imati followed Fei inside. He smiled and made comments on the decorating and such as Wufei poured them each a glass of champagne. Imati smiled as he sipped at it. // There's another good thing about being immortal...very high tolerance for alcohol. I haven't gotten even a tinge of a buzz, and I've been drinking all night. My dear mortal chylde over here, however...that's another story. //
They sat on the couch and talked about pointless things, in Imati's opinion, for a while, before Wufei got quiet and just began watching him. Imati was sure to keep his movements fluid, graceful, and highly seductive. It worked. Wufei leaned over and kissed him. Imati barely withheld a maniacal grin as their lips met again. // So perfect...ah, he makes it way too easy... // Imati thought as he lay back on the couch. Wufei followed him down, their lips never parting.
The door opened, and Heero, Quatre, and Trowa just stared. Wufei looked at them through bleary, drunken eyes. Quatre was tired, but there was something he just didn't think was right about the beautiful bishounen who also shared their living room. Imati bowed and greeted them politely, and decided to pull the final stage of his plan before he had to start all over.
"Fei-chan, would you like to come with me to my home?" he whispered softly in Wufei's ear. Wufei nodded, and told the other three pilots not to wait up as Imati escorted him out of the house.
// Too, too easy. // Imati said to himself as he knocked Wufei unconscious.