Lies, Sex, and Genes Part 12
Title: Lies, Sex and Genes Part 12
Characters: Aki, Fei, Asami, Yan, Liu Sr.
Disclaimer: The actual characters belong to yamane-sensei.
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating yesterday, I was busy. Here's your Asami X Fei
kajornwan!
LIES, SEX AND GENES Part 12
"You..." the boy chocked, then cleared his throat and clutched his stomach. "You are the missing... you are Liu Feilong!"
Fire was stunned at the sound of that name. Whatever the boy had done had somehow made him calmer, as though he was relieved of a large emotional weight that had been clinging to him for years... but to hear that name brought everything home. "I was. I no longer am." The events that changed his life forever seven years ago came flooding back to him...
*************
Seven years earlier, Hong Kong
Liu Feilong hid himself on a roof across from the hotel 'A' was staying in, waiting for him to show up so he could pull the trigger and get it over with like all the other assassinations he had committed. He tried to will himself to be dead inside but this assignment was different from all others. 'A' was a leader for his kind, a guiding hope just beginning to make itself known. At this point in his career, he was like a lighthouse a few miles away from the boats in search of it, its light faint but still there and ready to become brighter as the boats would draw closer with time. And Feilong himself was on one of the boats.
In other words, to kill this man would be like killing not only himself but the hope of all others like him. So as he crouched with the gun in his lap, his hair in a braid so tight it was almost painful, and dressed in a plain black cheongsum, he began to have second thoughts on pulling the trigger. "Why am I doing this?" Feilong asked, his red eyes still glued to the scene before him. 'I allow Yan to use my body every night and I kill for him? Why? For Father's love? I doubt I ever had that. He hasn't even looked me in the eye since I was little.' A tear escaped one of his eyes. He cursed himself for being so weak while thinking, 'He treats me like a doll, one a child has outgrown yet keeps around as something valuable that can be sold for a lot of money in the future. If he discovered I was a mutant, he would probably discard me in a heartbeat. This doll has a large crack in its porcelain and once he finds it, I will be thrown into the garbage.'
He set the sniper gun down the exact moment 'A' arrived at the hotel, flanked by two others: one with blond hair and angel wings, the other in sunglasses. 'A' looked up as though he could see him, despite the height and shadow and Feilong smiled. He hadn't smiled in a long time. Yet here he was smiling at a handsome stranger who didn't even see it. He began to laugh hysterically at the irony.
Everyone had gone out of their way to make Fei smile when he was in school because they said he looked the most beautiful when he smiled. Now he was smiling at someone he had been sent to kill who couldn't even see the beauty of his last moments. Not only that, but he was hoping he'd see more like the person flanking his target where he was going. With a deep breath, he stepped onto the ledge with thoughts of white wings dancing in his head instead of the fire that had been his downfall. Another bit of irony: a demon hoping to be an angel.
'My body is stained by sinful handprints and blood. I cannot stand it anymore,' Feilong thought as he undid his braid and allowed the wind to blow through the raven locks once more. His father loved his long black hair. It would probably be the only means of identification after this. 'Goodbye Father. I truly did love you. If you are disgusted by the truth after this, I am sorry. Perhaps we shall meet again in heaven if I am not too stained.' Then he spread his arms like a crane about to take off and pitched himself forward, expecting to feel the wind rush past him before sharp pain that would bring sweet relief.
But it didn't happen.
When Feilong opened his eyes again, he was standing on the ground, held firmly by the blond by the shoulders and found himself gazing into eyes of his target as pedestrians surrounding them wore shocked and relieved expressions.
As he was ushered inside, he was stunned into silence. When he finally snapped out of it, he realized he was alone with his target who was pouring some scotch into two glasses with his broad back towards him. As one of the glasses was shoved in his hand, he was asked, "You are the beautiful assassin Liu Feilong?"
Feilong was stunned but replied weakly, "Yes."
"I wouldn't have thought you to be suicidal, or was it just a ploy?" 'A' asked.
Feilong was silent.
"So it wasn't?" 'A' asked, reading each of his body signs. "Why did you hesitate?"
"You knew that I was sent to kill you and yet you had one of your men rescue me?" Feilong responded, not about to tell anyone why he had jumped.
A hand caressed his chin, making him flinch slightly. "You were too pretty to waste."
Feilong snapped, slapping the hand away and turning his flaming eyes on his target. "IS THAT ALL I'M GOOD FOR? A PIECE OF EYE CANDY? SOMEONE TO USE TO RELIEVE LUST?" he demanded of the stranger, his voice shaking.
"Who has treated you like that?" 'A' asked, obviously knowing the reason behind the outburst. "Who made you want to jump today."
Feilong was silent, like a stubborn and prideful child refusing to rat on who gave him a scraped knee.
"You're a mutant too, am I right?" 'A' asked as Fei took a sip of the drink and coughed at the strength of the alcohol. "They used that against you?"
Feilong's eyes went wide. "How... How did you..."
'A' sighed, sinking into an adjacent chair to Feilong's. "You are not the first person I've met who was blackmailed into being someone's toy." Taking a sip of his own drink, he continued, "My mother was."
Feilong choked on the sip he had taken. "Your... your mother was...?" he repeated.
"My mother was a mutant whose ability of foresight was discovered by my father. He used her powers to climb the social ladder and her body to create me." 'A' 's eyes roamed over Feilong's figure. "So what is your power?"
"Fire... but it is not useful to my brother. Me being a mutant disgusts him so he punishes me." Starting to feel the effects of alcohol, he continued, "He uses me as his soldier and his bed slave." He took a large gulp.
"Was he your only lover?" 'A' asked him.
"Yes."
"Then allow me to wash his mark from you."
"What?" Feilong asked, not comprehending until another mouth covered his gently and he was swept into 'A' 's strong arms.
"May I?"
Feilong bit his lip and nodded, hoping another man's touch would erase Yan's from his body.
Skilled hands removed the black cheongsum in minutes so that each piece of creamy skin was exposed and 'A' was pouring cream into his hand. Upon seeing it, Feilong was confused but was surprised when the cream was then massaged onto the tender skin that was raw from daily abuse. Feilong cried out at the soothing sensation in surprise before 'A' began to suckle a pert nipple that was awaiting his attention.
"He didn't deserve you," 'A' whispered as he went to the next one and pulled at it with his teeth, making Feilong whimper in arousal from the small act before 'A' 's lips claimed him a savage kiss that left him feeling dazed. When he returned partially to his senses, 'A' had begun to enter him slowly and lovingly.
Feilong began to think he was dreaming because the gentle treatment was so unlike what he was used to. Yet, wanting to make his lover feel good as well, real or not, he seductively licked a bead of sweat off of 'A' 's neck and gently bit the area where the shoulder met neck. 'A' 's following thrusts were so passionate yet gentle, Feilong was surprised he climaxed without any contact from a hand. Had he died and gone to heaven? It felt so good.
When 'A' met his own climax, he whispered the name 'Fire' instead of 'Feilong'.
In that moment, Feilong began to become Fire, a person who could be loved by another.
************
"Liu Feilong died long ago, boy. He no longer exists," Fire said, getting up to leave. But before he left, he asked, "Why would 'A' do that to you? He has never taken someone against their will before. Were you completely unwilling?"
The boy bit his lip. "I... I don't know how to answer that. My power gives me a fraction of another person's emotion when I touch them. I honestly don't know if all that lust was his..." The boy blushed crimson.
"I thought as much." With that Fire, left the room.
TBC
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Characters: Aki, Fei, Asami, Yan, Liu Sr.
Disclaimer: The actual characters belong to yamane-sensei.
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating yesterday, I was busy. Here's your Asami X Fei
kajornwan!
LIES, SEX AND GENES Part 12
"You..." the boy chocked, then cleared his throat and clutched his stomach. "You are the missing... you are Liu Feilong!"
Fire was stunned at the sound of that name. Whatever the boy had done had somehow made him calmer, as though he was relieved of a large emotional weight that had been clinging to him for years... but to hear that name brought everything home. "I was. I no longer am." The events that changed his life forever seven years ago came flooding back to him...
*************
Seven years earlier, Hong Kong
Liu Feilong hid himself on a roof across from the hotel 'A' was staying in, waiting for him to show up so he could pull the trigger and get it over with like all the other assassinations he had committed. He tried to will himself to be dead inside but this assignment was different from all others. 'A' was a leader for his kind, a guiding hope just beginning to make itself known. At this point in his career, he was like a lighthouse a few miles away from the boats in search of it, its light faint but still there and ready to become brighter as the boats would draw closer with time. And Feilong himself was on one of the boats.
In other words, to kill this man would be like killing not only himself but the hope of all others like him. So as he crouched with the gun in his lap, his hair in a braid so tight it was almost painful, and dressed in a plain black cheongsum, he began to have second thoughts on pulling the trigger. "Why am I doing this?" Feilong asked, his red eyes still glued to the scene before him. 'I allow Yan to use my body every night and I kill for him? Why? For Father's love? I doubt I ever had that. He hasn't even looked me in the eye since I was little.' A tear escaped one of his eyes. He cursed himself for being so weak while thinking, 'He treats me like a doll, one a child has outgrown yet keeps around as something valuable that can be sold for a lot of money in the future. If he discovered I was a mutant, he would probably discard me in a heartbeat. This doll has a large crack in its porcelain and once he finds it, I will be thrown into the garbage.'
He set the sniper gun down the exact moment 'A' arrived at the hotel, flanked by two others: one with blond hair and angel wings, the other in sunglasses. 'A' looked up as though he could see him, despite the height and shadow and Feilong smiled. He hadn't smiled in a long time. Yet here he was smiling at a handsome stranger who didn't even see it. He began to laugh hysterically at the irony.
Everyone had gone out of their way to make Fei smile when he was in school because they said he looked the most beautiful when he smiled. Now he was smiling at someone he had been sent to kill who couldn't even see the beauty of his last moments. Not only that, but he was hoping he'd see more like the person flanking his target where he was going. With a deep breath, he stepped onto the ledge with thoughts of white wings dancing in his head instead of the fire that had been his downfall. Another bit of irony: a demon hoping to be an angel.
'My body is stained by sinful handprints and blood. I cannot stand it anymore,' Feilong thought as he undid his braid and allowed the wind to blow through the raven locks once more. His father loved his long black hair. It would probably be the only means of identification after this. 'Goodbye Father. I truly did love you. If you are disgusted by the truth after this, I am sorry. Perhaps we shall meet again in heaven if I am not too stained.' Then he spread his arms like a crane about to take off and pitched himself forward, expecting to feel the wind rush past him before sharp pain that would bring sweet relief.
But it didn't happen.
When Feilong opened his eyes again, he was standing on the ground, held firmly by the blond by the shoulders and found himself gazing into eyes of his target as pedestrians surrounding them wore shocked and relieved expressions.
As he was ushered inside, he was stunned into silence. When he finally snapped out of it, he realized he was alone with his target who was pouring some scotch into two glasses with his broad back towards him. As one of the glasses was shoved in his hand, he was asked, "You are the beautiful assassin Liu Feilong?"
Feilong was stunned but replied weakly, "Yes."
"I wouldn't have thought you to be suicidal, or was it just a ploy?" 'A' asked.
Feilong was silent.
"So it wasn't?" 'A' asked, reading each of his body signs. "Why did you hesitate?"
"You knew that I was sent to kill you and yet you had one of your men rescue me?" Feilong responded, not about to tell anyone why he had jumped.
A hand caressed his chin, making him flinch slightly. "You were too pretty to waste."
Feilong snapped, slapping the hand away and turning his flaming eyes on his target. "IS THAT ALL I'M GOOD FOR? A PIECE OF EYE CANDY? SOMEONE TO USE TO RELIEVE LUST?" he demanded of the stranger, his voice shaking.
"Who has treated you like that?" 'A' asked, obviously knowing the reason behind the outburst. "Who made you want to jump today."
Feilong was silent, like a stubborn and prideful child refusing to rat on who gave him a scraped knee.
"You're a mutant too, am I right?" 'A' asked as Fei took a sip of the drink and coughed at the strength of the alcohol. "They used that against you?"
Feilong's eyes went wide. "How... How did you..."
'A' sighed, sinking into an adjacent chair to Feilong's. "You are not the first person I've met who was blackmailed into being someone's toy." Taking a sip of his own drink, he continued, "My mother was."
Feilong choked on the sip he had taken. "Your... your mother was...?" he repeated.
"My mother was a mutant whose ability of foresight was discovered by my father. He used her powers to climb the social ladder and her body to create me." 'A' 's eyes roamed over Feilong's figure. "So what is your power?"
"Fire... but it is not useful to my brother. Me being a mutant disgusts him so he punishes me." Starting to feel the effects of alcohol, he continued, "He uses me as his soldier and his bed slave." He took a large gulp.
"Was he your only lover?" 'A' asked him.
"Yes."
"Then allow me to wash his mark from you."
"What?" Feilong asked, not comprehending until another mouth covered his gently and he was swept into 'A' 's strong arms.
"May I?"
Feilong bit his lip and nodded, hoping another man's touch would erase Yan's from his body.
Skilled hands removed the black cheongsum in minutes so that each piece of creamy skin was exposed and 'A' was pouring cream into his hand. Upon seeing it, Feilong was confused but was surprised when the cream was then massaged onto the tender skin that was raw from daily abuse. Feilong cried out at the soothing sensation in surprise before 'A' began to suckle a pert nipple that was awaiting his attention.
"He didn't deserve you," 'A' whispered as he went to the next one and pulled at it with his teeth, making Feilong whimper in arousal from the small act before 'A' 's lips claimed him a savage kiss that left him feeling dazed. When he returned partially to his senses, 'A' had begun to enter him slowly and lovingly.
Feilong began to think he was dreaming because the gentle treatment was so unlike what he was used to. Yet, wanting to make his lover feel good as well, real or not, he seductively licked a bead of sweat off of 'A' 's neck and gently bit the area where the shoulder met neck. 'A' 's following thrusts were so passionate yet gentle, Feilong was surprised he climaxed without any contact from a hand. Had he died and gone to heaven? It felt so good.
When 'A' met his own climax, he whispered the name 'Fire' instead of 'Feilong'.
In that moment, Feilong began to become Fire, a person who could be loved by another.
************
"Liu Feilong died long ago, boy. He no longer exists," Fire said, getting up to leave. But before he left, he asked, "Why would 'A' do that to you? He has never taken someone against their will before. Were you completely unwilling?"
The boy bit his lip. "I... I don't know how to answer that. My power gives me a fraction of another person's emotion when I touch them. I honestly don't know if all that lust was his..." The boy blushed crimson.
"I thought as much." With that Fire, left the room.
TBC
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