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Author's Note:<\/strong> Thanks to alesia for the beta!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2018s taken me indecently long to finish this, considering it\u2018s just a PWP (with feels, because I can\u2018t help myself)... Inspired by Zhao Yunlan\u2019s first trip to Dixing and his perpetual lusting over Shen Wei\/BCE. AU for smut purposes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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It\u2019s really dark down here; no wonder so many \nDixingren want to live in Haixing. Those are Zhao Yunlan\u2019s first \nthoughts as he takes in his surroundings, which are not all that \ndifferent from Dragon City at first glance, except bathed in perpetual \ndusk and missing the hustle and bustle of the sunlit city above. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stumbles a little, still feeling slightly dizzy from the sensation of being hurtled through elsewhere<\/em>\n to this strange place, and a strong hand comes to steady him. The hand \nbelongs to Shen Wei \u2013 or rather, to the Black-Cloaked Envoy, and Zhao \nYunlen allows himself to sag into the supportive grip for just a second \nbefore straightening back up with a grateful nod. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThanks, Lao Hei.\u201d Feeling like himself again, he adds with a wink, \u201cFeel free to lend a hand whenever you want to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Someone gives an indignant squawk, and Zhao Yunlen registers for the \nfirst time that their guide has also changed appearance, wearing \nold-fashioned clothes and long hair. He\u2019s also staring at them as if he \ncan\u2019t believe his eyes. Actually, his flabbergasted gaze is solely \ndirected at Zhao Yunlan, who reacts instinctively by staring back with \nevery bit of his not-inconsiderable insolence. He considers whether or \nnot to compound this by taking out a lollipop but decides to restrain \nhimself, since he has no idea who the old man is and doesn\u2019t want to \ncause a diplomatic incident.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, the Dixingren redirects his attention, pretending as if Zhao\n Yunlan isn\u2019t even there, and focuses on Shen Wei instead. Zhao Yunlan \nis almost certain that the latter has been watching the exchange from \nbehind his mask with barely suppressed amusement, but this dies at the \nold man\u2019s words: \u201cMy Lord Envoy, your presence, as always, honours us.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJusticiar,\u201d Shen Wei replies in his most regal tones, barely \ninclining his head in acknowledgment. Heat curling in his stomach, Zhao \nYunlan bites his lip, trying not to show how much he likes the Envoy\u2019s \ncasual display of authority. It makes the fact that he never manages to \nlook at Zhao Yunlan in this manner, no matter how hard he tries, even \nmore special. There\u2019s always some warmth hidden in the corners of that \nelegant mouth, even if no one but Zhao Yunlan dares to look closely \nenough to notice. Now Shen Wei\u2019s voice is dripping with disdain: \u201cWe \nwill meet the King now.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He must really dislike the Justiciar, and Zhao Yunlan decides to \ndistract himself by popping a lollipop into his mouth now. His movement \ncauses the Justiciar to glare at him again, although he immediately \ntempers his expression as he turns back to Shen Wei, once again \npretending that Zhao Yunlan isn\u2019t there. Zhao Yunlan\u2019s starting to feel \nslighted, a feeling that turns into outright outrage when the old man \nproceeds to wheedle in a tone that manages to be simultaneously \nsubservient and censuring, \u201cPlease, my Lord Envoy, take charge of your \nHaixing pet. He cannot be allowed to show such insolence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan would have said something scathing in return, but Shen \nWei silences him with a quick look before thundering, \u201cZhao Yunlan is \nthe Lord Guardian. He deserves your respect!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI mean no disrespect to you, my Lord-\u201d Much to Zhao Yunlan\u2019s \nsurprise the Justiciar doesn\u2019t back down. \u201c-but he is from Haixing, and \nyou of all people must see that he has to be treated according to our \nlaws. After all, they expect the same of us when we venture into their \nworld.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He has a point, Zhao Yunlan is loathe to admit, and even with the \nmask hiding most of his face, he can tell that Shen Wei draws the same \nconclusion, although he obviously doesn\u2019t like it. Neither does Zhao \nYunlan, even without knowing exactly what this means for his status. It \ncan\u2019t be good when it entails being called a pet and treated like a \nrecalcitrant child. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, he manages to keep his tongue in check, instead childishly \ndirecting his own reply exclusively towards Shen Wei: \u201cIt\u2019s alright, Hei\n Pao Shi-ge, as head of SID it is a matter of honour to follow Dixing \nlaws and customs.\u201d He can feel the Justiciar glaring daggers at him at \nthe informal address, which is of course what Zhao Yunlan aimed for. He \nadds insult to injury and winks<\/em> at Shen Wei. \u201cI am, as always, at your disposal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He notices Shen Wei\u2019s lips twitching ever so slightly before drawing \ninto a tight line. Then Shen Wei steps closer. His black cloak \neffectively forms a barrier between them and the Justiciar, and he asks \nquietly, \u201cZhao Yunlan, are you sure? Our customs are\u2026 rather different. \nIf I had thought that you were expected to follow them, I would never \nhave brought you along. You will have to do exactly as I tell you, no \nquestions asked, and we both know that obedience isn\u2019t your strong \nsuit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s no trace of amusement in his voice, clueing Zhao Yunlan in to\n how serious the situation is. Still, if there was actual danger, Shen \nWei would tell him, of that Zhao Yunlan\u2019s certain. And if he\u2019s honest \nwith himself, he really wants to go inside the Palace and see the Dixing\n King with his own eyes, out of professional interest as well as simple \ncuriosity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do it.\u201d He nods without hesitation, urging Shen Wei to believe him. \u201cWhatever it is, I\u2019ll do it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei\u2019s eyes bore into his unblinkingly for another long moment, \nthen he pulls back, and Zhao Yunlan expels a breath, only now realising \nhow close they\u2019ve been standing. With a dramatic swirl of black cloak \nShen Wei turns away from him, and Zhao Yunlan knows the matter is \nsettled. He\u2019s in for it now, whatever it<\/em> might turn out to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside the Palace, they are led across a courtyard and up some stairs\n to a room that\u2019s hidden behind an elaborately carved partition. Zhao \nYunlan makes sure to stay one step behind Shen Wei, who doesn\u2019t glance \nback once. Somehow Zhao Yunlan knows that he\u2019s still aware of him, \nhowever, which seems to be one of the Envoy\u2019s superpowers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not that Zhao Yunlan minds \u2013 on the contrary, he likes<\/em> the \nway Shen Wei seems unable not to focus on him. It was one of the things \nthat intrigued Zhao Yunlan right from the start, and it\u2019s only gotten \nmore intense as their relationship deepened. Since the truth of Shen \nWei\u2019s identity has come out, Zhao Yunlan sometimes feels the Envoy\u2019s \nattention weighing on him all the way from Shen Wei\u2019s apartment. Again, \nZhao Yunlan doesn\u2019t mind. It only makes him feel valued, cherished<\/em> even, which is an altogether new sensation that he\u2019d reject from anyone who\u2018s not Shen Wei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thought alone is enough to make him smile to himself, and he\u2019s so\n distracted he almost runs into Shen Wei\u2019s back. He stumbles as he \ncatches himself, and a strong hand darts back to grip his arm and \nsqueeze roughly. \u201cMind your step.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan almost protests at the harsh tone but a flash of black \neyes shuts him up, and he meekly lowers his head. He expects Shen Wei to\n let go of him, but instead he half-yanks him along until they reach a \nlong table. There\u2019s an old, bearded man sitting behind it on an ornate \nthrone, and Zhao Yunlan bows before the King of Dixing, making sure to \nbend lower than Shen Wei and the Justiciar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are two plainer chairs on their side of the table, and Shen Wei\n twists his hand, casually using dark energy to pull them back. Zhao \nYunlan has never seen him use his powers for such a mundane task. It has\n to be a display for the other two men, some sort of political power \nplay, a reminder, and it makes Zhao Yunlan shiver just a little. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next moment Shen Wei flicks his wrist again, and suddenly Zhao \nYunlan finds himself on his knees next to the chair Shen Wei is now \nsitting in. Zhao Yunlan barely manages to stifle a grunt, glaring up at \nthe Envoy, although he probably should have expected this the moment he \nnoticed that there were only two chairs. At least Shen Wei had \nmaterialised a pillow when he forced Zhao Yunlan to kneel, so there is \nlittle physical discomfort, only a vague sense of humiliation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He manages to hold his tongue, though, mindful of his promise, but he\n almost breaks his silence when Shen Wei suddenly rests a hand on his \nhead. It seems casual, but when Zhao Yunlan glances at the masked face, \nhe takes note of a tightness around the eyes, tension in his jawline. He\n nods minutely in reassurance, scooting a little closer so he can push \nhis shoulder into Shen Wei\u2019s knee, trying to convey that they\u2019re okay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tension in Shen Wei\u2019s body lessens only marginally, however, his \nfingers digging into Zhao Yunlan\u2019s scalp when the Justiciar calls the \nmeeting to order. Zhao Yunlan doesn\u2019t like the sly amusement in his \nvoice and the malice in his beady eyes as he insinuates, \u201cLet the record\n show that the Lord Envoy has brought along the Lord Guardian of \nHaixing. They have agreed to assume the customary positions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan can feel<\/em> Shen Wei gearing up to protest, and he \nquickly forestalls him by pressing his shoulder more firmly into the \nblack-clad thigh. Shen Wei deflates, but there\u2019s a darkness in his eyes,\n telling Zhao Yunlan that the time to back out of this was over, \nwhatever this<\/em> might turn out to be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tries to ready himself, but nothing could have prepared him for \nShen Wei folding his cloak aside and quickly unbuttoning his black \ntrousers. Cold realisation hitting him like a blow, Zhao Yunlan feels \nfrozen in place, even before Shen Wei scoots his chair back slightly, \nhis knees falling open. Then a tendril of dark energy pulls at him, \nmaking his pillow slide over the flagstone floor, and him with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He ends up between Shen Wei\u2019s legs, his face flaming, a part of his \nbrain refusing to process what is about to occur. He\u2019d be lying if he \nsaid that he hasn\u2019t thought of this before, of getting under that black \ncloak, of ruffling the Professor\u2019s composure. However, not in his \nwildest dreams did he expect his first glimpse of Shen Wei\u2019s cock to \nhappen in front of the rulers of Dixing, with him on his knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Flushing hotly, Zhao Yunlan redirects his gaze onto Shen Wei\u2019s knees,\n away from the long fingers that are currently freeing flesh that\u2019s \nstill soft. Despite himself, Zhao Yunlan licks his lips nervously and \nflicks his eyes up to Shen Wei\u2019s, unsurprised to find them fixed on him,\n troubled behind the Envoy\u2019s mask. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The need to reassure him immediately outweighs Zhao Yunlan\u2019s \nmisgivings, and he squares his shoulders and gives a small nod before \nleaning forward. Next to them, the Justiciar chuckles nastily, but Zhao \nYunlan determinedly closes his ears. Instead he focuses on the weight of\n Shen Wei\u2019s hand coming to rest on his head, the clean, sharp scent of \nhim hitting his nose as Zhao Yunlan rests his cheek against the \nblack-clad thigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, with one last steadying breath, he leans in and opens his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei\u2019s dick is heavy on his tongue, the skin like velvet, warm \nand soft, and Zhao Yunlan swallows involuntarily. Above him, Shen Wei \ninhales sharply, while the flesh in Zhao Yunlan\u2019s mouth thickens. It\u2019s \nreflex, not something Shen Wei chose, Zhao Yunlan knows, yet there\u2019s a \npart of him that\u2019s pleased, as he always is when he manages to coax a \nreaction from someone who prides himself on his control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019s dimly aware of the Justiciar starting the meeting, and in his \ncapacity as Lord Guardian he should probably listen, since that\u2019s what \nhe came here for in the first place. However, it\u2019s difficult to pay \nattention to anything that isn\u2019t Shen Wei \u2013 not just the cock in his \nmouth, but also the fingers in his hair, the legs bracketing him, the \nsmall hitches in breathing at the smallest movements on Zhao Yunlan\u2019s \npart. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He does try to remain still, yet it proves difficult. The cushion \nunder his knees is soft, but he can\u2019t help but shift his weight ever so \nslightly from time to time. Even more so when he notices with \nmortification that his own dick is also hardening, urged on by the way \nShen Wei\u2019s erection is rather rapidly growing, stretching his lips and \nforcing him to relax his throat in order not to choke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan felt his cheeks burning, afraid that everyone can tell of\n his humiliation. Except it\u2019s not really humiliating, at least not where\n his unruly body is concerned - especially not when cool fingers come to\n rest against his cheek, pressing slightly against the bulge there. He \ncan\u2019t help himself then; he looks up and finds Shen Wei staring down at \nhim, something like amazement making his eyes shine behind his mask, \nlips slightly parted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a breathtaking sight, and it takes every ounce of Zhao Yunlan\u2019s \nwillpower not to surge up and claim those lips. He can\u2019t stop himself \nfrom moving his hands from his own thighs to Shen Wei\u2019s, squeezing them \nlightly. They quiver under his touch, and Zhao Yunlan can taste the \nfirst bitter drops of Shen Wei\u2019s seed on his tongue. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShall we take a recess so the Lord Envoy can take proper advantage \nof his Haixing pet?\u201d the Justiciar asks scathingly, and Zhao Yunlan \nbadly wants Shen Wei to agree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead, he somehow manages to gather his dignity around him and \nreply tersely, \u201cNo, we will proceed. And the Lord Guardian will remain \nstill.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The last is said with a sharp pull on Zhao Yunlan\u2019s hair, and he has \nto swallow a laugh, because the warning has the unintended effect of \nmaking his cock twitch in his jeans. Or at least he thinks<\/em> it\u2019s unintended, because Shen Wei\u2019s eyes are black, and Zhao Yunlan can\u2019t help but feel as if this is a dare. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, he\u2019s never been one to back down from a challenge, which the \nsituation he\u2019s in right now amply proves, so he simply stares back, \nmaking sure not to move another muscle. After a long moment, Shen Wei\u2019s \ngrip on his hair eases and the three rulers of Dixing resume their \ndiscussion. All the while, the weight of Shen Wei\u2019s hand remains on his \nhead, and it\u2019s almost comforting, anchoring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Relaxing into the touch, Zhao Yunlan closes his eyes and lets the \nvoices wash over him. Shen Wei is still hard, and so is he, but there\u2019s \nno urgency to it, and Zhao Yunlan finds himself sinking into a strange \nmood that\u2019s somewhere between arousal and lazy contentment. Shen Wei \nwill just have to fill him in later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019s not quite sure how much time passes until Shen Wei shifts, long \nfingers squeezing his shoulder gently. Zhao Yunlan blinks sleepily, \nfeeling as if he\u2019s rising from the depth of an ocean, not quite awake. \nShen Wei\u2019s voice, carrying every ounce of the Envoy\u2019s authority, reaches\n him through a fog, but it\u2019s not directed at him anyway, so he doesn\u2019t \ncare much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI will not forget this, Justiciar. The Lord Guardian has amply \nproven that he respects Dixing customs, so when Chief Zhao next decides \nto take an interest in our affairs, there will be no repeat performance \nand you will<\/em> treat him with the respect he deserves. Do I make myself clear?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei sounds seriously displeased, and Zhao Yunlan dimly thinks \nthat he\u2019d be scared if he were the Justiciar. Zhao Yunlan, however, \nfeels the edge of danger like a dark caress against his skin and can\u2019t \nquite suppress a groan. This obviously translates to Shen Wei, whose \ngrip on Zhao Yunlan\u2019s shoulder suddenly tightens, which is the only only\n warning he gets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then black energy crackles, and a vortex engulfs them and hurtles \nthem through space. The Black-Cloaked Envoy has apparently decided to \ntake his leave rather abruptly and taken a startled Zhao Yunlan with \nhim. A moment later they\u2019re deposited in the familiar surroundings of \nShen Wei\u2019s living room. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan gasps, but before he can gather his wits enough to form \nwords, Shen Wei bows his head deeply and removes his mask, troubled eyes\n avoiding Zhao Yunlan\u2019s no matter how hard he tries to catch his gaze. \n\u201cI can\u2019t apologize enough, Chief Zhao. Both for the Justiciar\u2019s \nimpudence and for my own shameful behaviour.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShameful behavior?\u201d Zhao Yunlan responds dumbly, feeling strangely \nbereft now that his mouth is empty again. His mind is only moving \nslowly, yet alarm bells start going off at the tension radiating from \nShen Wei. He\u2019s about to withdraw back behind all the walls Zhao Yunlan \nhas spent so much time carefully dismantling, this Zhao Yunlan knows \nwith utmost certainty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He also knows that he can\u2019t let that happen, so he shakes his head \nwith as much conviction as he can muster. \u201cXiao Wei, the only thing \nthat\u2019d be shameful is if you didn\u2019t let me suck you off properly, now \nthat we\u2019re rid of the audience.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eyes widening, Shen Wei\u2019s posture stiffens, and Zhao Yunlan is \ngripped with sudden and uncharacteristic uncertainty. Moving quickly, he\n covers Shen Wei\u2019s hands with his own and tries not to sound too \ndesperate: \u201cUnless you don\u2019t want me, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei\u2019s lips part slightly, and Zhao Yunlan is gripped with the \ndesire to press his mouth to them, but before he can decide whether that\n would be a great or disastrous course of action, Shen Wei\u2019s on his \nknees and they\u2019re eye-to eye. His eyes are black, and Zhao Yunlan \nshivers under the intensity of their regard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI always want you, Ah Lan.\u201d The air around them seems to crackle, \nShen Wei\u2019s voice curling around Zhao Yunlan, sending goosebumps racing \ndown his back, making his dick fill. They\u2019re close enough that he can \nsee the pulse beating rapidly under the porcelain skin of Shen Wei\u2019s \nneck, and this time he doesn\u2019t hesitate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first Shen Wei\u2019s lips are cool, but they quickly warm up when Zhao\n Yunlan covers them with his mouth, slides his tongue over them, between\n them. Shen Wei\u2019s reaction is gratifyingly quick, only a second\u2019s pause \nduring which he draws a shuddering breath that\u2019s almost a sigh; then \nhe\u2019s kissing back like he\u2019s suffocating and Zhao Yunlan is oxygen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan might have started the kiss, but Shen Wei takes control \nquickly, and Zhao Yunlan\u2019s brain threatens to short-circuit under the \nonslaught - especially when Shen Wei\u2019s fingers thread through his hair, \nholding him in place so Shen Wei can plunder his mouth thoroughly. Not \nto be outdone, Zhao Yunlan gives as good as he gets, and they taste each\n other greedily, satisfying weeks of hunger, stoked by flirtatious \ngrins, fleeting touches and quickly-averted eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It makes Zhao Yunlan almost forget about his original goal, except at\n some point they\u2019ve shuffled so close together he can feel Shen Wei\u2019s \ncock pressing hard against his inner thigh. Sliding his hands from where\n they\u2019d clung to Shen Wei\u2019s back, he wrests his mouth away and pants, \n\u201cWant to suck you, let me, please...\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Strong hands tighten in his hair, sending zings of pain-pleasure \nthrough him, and something that sounds suspiciously close to a fucking growl<\/em>\n escapes Shen Wei at that. There\u2019s little left of either the \nmild-mannered Professor or the stern Black-Cloaked Envoy, and Zhao \nYunlan knows he\u2019s seeing Shen Wei without any of his masks. No wonder \nhe\u2019s usually so tightly controlled; there\u2019s power roiling off him in \nwaves, like he\u2019s about to pounce and devour Zhao Yunlan whole. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe he should be scared, but instead it\u2019s the hottest damn thing \nZhao Yunlan has ever seen, and he licks his lips hungrily, grinding his \nown erection shamelessly against Shen Wei\u2019s. The next moment he whines \nin protest as Shen Wei pushes him roughly backwards and gets to his feet\n in one smooth motion, flinging his coat open. He\u2019s still all in black \nand reminds Zhao Yunlan of nothing so much as a black panther, dangerous\n and elegant at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Awe and disbelief that this gorgeous creature wants him<\/em> \ntinge the desire burning in Zhao Yunlan\u2019s veins, and he catches Shen \nWei\u2019s eyes, breathless at the naked longing he sees in them. Lowering \nhis gaze, he notices that the long fingers tremble slightly as they try \nto unfasten the Envoy\u2019s trousers, and his heart squeezes so tightly it \nhurts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Covering, he bats Shen Wei\u2019s hands away and opens them himself, \nsmirking up through his lashes when his fingers find their objective and\n wrap firmly around hot, silky flesh. There\u2019s a drop pearling at the tip\n of Shen Wei\u2019s cock, and he leans in, licks it off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei shivers and grabs his head again, but Zhao Yunlan teases him\n a moment longer, kitten licks along the underside of the hard length, \ntongue swirling around the head like it\u2019s a lollipop. A quick glance \nupwards shows him that Shen Wei is biting his lip and breathing hard, \nholding himself in check. Grinning, Zhao Yunlan relaxes his throat and \ndives in, swallows as much as he can in one go. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019s rewarded with a muffled groan and decides to stop playing \naround. He\u2019s wanted this for hours, after all, his mouth on Shen Wei \nwith no one around to see or interrupt, and now he\u2019s got it. He reaches \ndown and cups himself through his jeans, quickly freeing his erection so\n he can touch himself in the same rhythm he\u2019s using on Shen Wei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With his other hand he struggles to push down Shen Wei\u2019s trousers, \nwanting better access, and after a moment he catches on. A flick of his \nwrist and the offending piece of clothing is gone, although he\u2019s still \nwearing the Envoy\u2019s cloak, albeit with the hood down. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2018ve got quite the flair for the dramatic, anyone ever tell you \nthat?\u201c Smirking shamelessly, Zhao Yunlan lets go of his own cock so he \ncan slide both hands around Shen Wei\u2019s backside, allows himself the \nluxury of caressing those firm cheeks. They tighten under his touch, and\n when Zhao Yunlan slips in between to circle a dry fingertip around the \npucker he\u2019s rewarded with a sharp hiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan files this away and begins to lean back in to resume his \ntask of sucking Shen Wei\u2018s brain out by way of his cock. However, before\n he can do anything more, his head is pulled back rather harshly, \nsending exquisite sparks through him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cZhao Yunlan, please, I...\u201c Shen Wei\u2018s eyes are all pupil, and his \nbody is taut under Zhao Yunlan\u2018s grip, almost vibrating with tension, as\n if he\u2018s holding himself back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This isn\u2018t what Zhao Yunlan wants at all, so he lets himself go \nslack, allowing Shen Wei to see every bit of the desire he\u2018s been \nholding onto ever since they first met, his voice hoarse in his own \nears: \u201cAnything<\/em>. Shen Wei, whatever you want, my answer will always be yes.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He meant it to be reassuring, encouraging. He certainly didn\u2018t expect\n Shen Wei to look utterly stunned, eyes like bruises in his pale face, \nhis throat working as he tries to form words. Something twists deep \ninside Zhao Yunlan\u2018s chest, ripping him open, and he\u2018s on his feet \nbefore he can think. He cups Shen Wei\u2018s face in both hands, thumbs \ntracing the delicate cheek bones. He\u2018s the most beautiful thing Zhao \nYunlan\u2018s ever seen, and after years of not understanding when people \ntalked about love, he suddenly and almost painfully gets it<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, no, Xiao Wei,\u201c he says, as if he\u2018s calming a spooked animal. \nShen Wei\u2018s hands come up to grip his forearms tightly, betraying the \nstrength hidden by the delicate facade, but Zhao Yunlan doesn\u2018t mind \nthat it\u2018s entirely likely that he\u2018ll leave bruises. On the contrary. A \nsoft laugh escapes him, and he teases gently, \u201cPlease tell me I didn\u2018t \nbreak you already. I\u2018ve only just got you!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The corners of Shen Wei\u2018s twitch, and some of the tension bleeds \naway. He visibly gathers himself, and when he speaks it\u2018s with a \nsemblance of firmness: \u201cYou\u2018ve always had me, Ah Lan.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh yes, Zhao Yunlan very much likes it when Shen Wei calls him that. \nHe leans in and brushes his mouth over Shen Wei\u2018s, trying to convey some\n of what he\u2018s feeling, but pulls away before the kiss can deepen. \nShaking his head, he forestalls any protest by quickly shrugging out of \nhis jacket and shirt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn that case, have me now?\u201c He unlaces his boots, cursing when his \nfingers fumble, but quickly continues on to socks and jeans. The hungry \nlook is back in Shen Wei\u2018s eyes, tongue darting out to lick his lips, \nand Zhao Yunlan\u2018s not going to lie, he loves being able to affect him so\n much. His cock is hard and hot against his belly, and he wants very \nmuch to touch himself. Instead he holds out a hand to Shen Wei and \ndoubles down, \u201cI want you to fuck me, Shen Wei. You can even wear those \nridiculous robes, if you like.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Truth be told he likes the thought of being naked while Shen Wei\u2018s \nstill wearing some of the trappings of the Black-Cloaked Envoy, and from\n the amusement dancing in Shen Wei\u2018s eyes he knows he\u2018s fooling no one. \nHe doesn\u2018t care much, not when Shen Wei is taking his hand and letting \nhimself be led to the bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan\u2018s never actually been in here, and at a later date he \nwill take in the strange juxtaposition of the immaculate order of the \nbed, which he expected, and the random clutter in the shelves, which he \ndidn\u2018t, as if someone had been trying very hard to seem like a regular \nhuman being and almost, but not quite, succeeding. Right now, though, \nhis entire focus is on Shen Wei and the pressure of his palm against his\n sternum, which he uses to push Zhao Yunlan back onto the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He goes more than willingly, and the sheets are cool against his \nheated skin. Then Shen Wei flicks his coat back, and all Zhao Yunlan \nsees are creamy skin, muscular thighs, and the column of Shen Wei\u2018s \nerection jutting out between them. He can feel himself starting to \nsalivate at the sight, and his own cock gives a little appreciative \ntwitch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a flick of his hand and a crackle of dark energy, Shen Wei \nsummons a small bottle, and Zhao Yunlan has to hold back a moan, because\n he can\u2018t help but imagine what those long fingers will soon be doing to\n him with the contents of that bottle. He doesn\u2018t have to wait long, \nluckily, because he\u2018s beginning to feel as if he\u2018s been on the edge \nforever, his entire body thrumming with arousal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At some point between the living room and the bed the balance between\n them has shifted again, and Zhao Yunlan shivers in anticipation when \nthe mattress dips under Shen Wei\u2018s weight. For a long moment Shen Wei \njust kind of hovers<\/em> above him, looking as if he\u2018s drinking in the sight of Zhao Yunlan spread out naked, at his disposal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Warmth is spreading through Zhao Yunlan\u2018s body, pooling in his \nstomach, making his limbs feel heavy. It\u2018s a sensation that intensifies \nwhen Shen Wei finally, finally<\/em> touches him again. At first he \njust skims over naked skin, leaving tingles in his wake, but there\u2018s \nintent behind it, in the way he lingers on some parts of Zhao Yunlan\u2018s \nbody while avoiding others, the ones Zhao Yunlan would most like him to \ntouch. It\u2018s maddening and wonderful, and Zhao Yunlan wants to lie there \nforever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He also very much wants Shen Wei to get a fucking move on, so he very\n pointedly spreads his legs, stopping short from grabbing Shen Wei\u2018s \nhand and putting it where he wants it. \u201cI thought we said something \nabout you fucking me?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou<\/em> said something about me fucking you.\u201c To his credit, \nonly Shen Wei\u2018s ears turn red and his hands keep on teasing, tracing \nover pebbled nipples, down Zhao Yunlan\u2018s flanks. \u201cBut I\u2018m amenable.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gods help him, Shen Wei is a tease<\/em>. Zhao Yunlan shakes with \nhelpless laughter that ends on a strangled note when Shen Wei bypasses \nhis weeping cock, sliding over his perineum and further back. Zhao \nYunlan hadn\u2018t noticed him opening the bottle, but his fingers are slick \nand cool, breaching him. He shamelessly props up his legs and cants his \nhips, giving Shen Wei better access, proud that his voice only shakes a \nlittle: \u201cGood. Then, please, oh, please, do it<\/em>!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt will be my pleasure.\u201c Shen Wei inserts a third finger, stretching\n Zhao Yunlan in the most delicious way. He\u2018s completely focused on his \ntask, leaning forward slightly, and the necklace Zhao Yunlan had noticed\n before slides out of his collar. Maybe now that they\u2018re\u2026 whatever they \nare, Zhao Yunlan will manage to ask him about it. Maybe Shen Wei will \neven answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the thoughts scatter under the pressure against his prostate, \nzinging through him. When his hip buck upwards involuntarily, Shen Wei \nholds him down with his free hand with an ease that Zhao Yunlan finds \nentirely too attractive. Breath hitching, he lifts his right leg and \nrests it on Shen Wei\u2018s black-clad shoulder in clear invitation. \u201cNow, \ngege.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei licks his lips, adam\u2018s apple bobbing before he leans down to\n capture Zhao Yunlan in a deep, all-encompassing kiss. Zhao Yunlan \nresponds by clinging to him, pulling at his shoulders to urge him on top\n of himself, not caring one bit that he might seem needy. He needs Shen \nWei inside him sooner rather than later, has needed him for months, a \nfact Da Qing never got tired of teasing him about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei fits perfectly into the cradle of his hips, and they both \nhiss when their cocks slide together. They continue like this for a \nwhile, kissing messily while rocking against each other, Shen Wei\u2018s \ncloak billowing over them. Then, finally, Shen Wei lifts Zhao Yunlan\u2018s \nleft leg over his other shoulder, biting his lower lip as he lines \nhimself up with his slick opening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A very becoming flush is working its way from his cheeks down his \nneck, disappearing into the Black-Cloaked Envoy\u2018s robes, and the tiny \npart of Zhao Yunlan not currently occupied with the sensation of Shen \nWei\u2018s cock breaching him ever so carefully very much wants to know how \nfar down that blush goes. However, that\u2018s a question for another time, \nbecause just then Shen Wei bottoms out, and the only thing Zhao Yunlan \ncan feel is the way he\u2018s stretched and filled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you ready for me?\u201c Shen Wei asks, and his voice has dropped to \nsomething dark and dangerous, curling around Zhao Yunlan like a caress. \nAll he can do is nod in response, but it\u2018s everything Shen Wei needs. \nNot once looking away from Zhao Yunlan\u2018s face he begins to fuck him \u2013 \nslow at first, every drag of his cock against his prostate delicious \ntorture, making him writhe and gasp. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a small eternity of this, Shen Wei speeds up, his iron \nself-control fraying at the edges, and Zhao Yunlan can hear himself \nbabbling, a litany of, \u201cyes, please, Shen Wei<\/em>, wanted you \nforever,\u201c that he has no control over. At any other time he\u2018d be \nembarrassed, but he can see how his words affect Shen Wei, his breath \ncoming in increasingly harsh gasps, his hands finding Zhao Yunlan\u2018s and \nkeeping them trapped above his head, eyes fixed on Zhao Yunlan with an \nintensity that makes him feel flayed open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan is completely at Shen Wei\u2018s mercy, reduced to a mess of \nsensation and feelings that roll over him in wave after wave. When Shen \nWei switches his grip, clasping both of Zhao Yunlan\u2018s wrists in one hand\n as if it\u2018s nothing, and reaches between their rocking bodies to wrap \nhis free hand around Zhao Yunlan\u2018s erection, it\u2018s the last straw. Zhao \nYunlan can feel his balls tighten, and he only just manages to gasp out a\n warning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In response Shen Wei tightens his hold around the base of Zhao \nYunlan\u2018s cock, leaves him moaning in wordless protest as his impending \norgasm is brought to an abrupt halt. Leaning down, Shen Wei kisses him \ngently but doesn\u2018t stop fucking him, the contrast almost more than Zhao \nYunlan can bear. As if he can read his mind, Shen Wei stops moving long \nenough to shush him, \u201cShhh, just a little longer, Ah Lan. Can you be \ngood for me and hold on?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yunlan isn\u2018t sure he could form words of any coherency, so he \nsettles for nodding emphatically. He\u2018s willing to do anything Shen Wei \nasks of him if it makes Shen Wei look at him with this mix of pride and \nawe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Shen Wei resumes his movements, he doesn\u2019t let go of Zhao \nYunlan\u2019s cock, and with every rocking of his hips Zhao Yunlan can feel \nwarmth building in his belly, spreading through all his limbs, from his \nlegs, still propped up on black-clad shoulders, throughout his body all \nthe way to his hands, still held securely in Shen Wei\u2019s firm grip. He \nlets himself go slack, unresisting, lets the current drag him under, \nuntil all he can feel is Shen Wei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Despite his earlier urgency, he\u2019s pretty sure he could do this \nforever, just lay there, being filled and surrounded. So when Shen Wei \nlets go of his erection and orders him quietly, \u201cNow<\/em>. Come for me!\u201d, the force with which his climax crashes over him takes him by complete surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He can feel it rushing through him, one wave after the other, making \nhis body shake and tremble, stickiness coating both his stomach and Shen\n Wei\u2019s hand, staining his robe, while Zhao Yunlan drowns in pleasure \nthat seems unending. At some point he dimly notices Shen Wei giving a \nlow, guttural cry, hips stuttering as he follows Zhao Yunlan over the \nedge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the pleasure finally ebbs away, Zhao Yunlan feels utterly \ndrained, boneless and heavy, but he can\u2019t help but whine at the loss \nwhen he feels Shen Wei pull out of his body, even if it means he can put\n his legs down. Wincing, he stretches, becoming aware of the myriad of \nlittle aches and pains caused by being locked in a rather uncomfortable \nposition for too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei of course notices immediately, and before Zhao Yunlan can \nprotest that he quite likes the reminders of what they\u2019ve been doing, \ndark energy washes over him, leaving tingles and no pain in its wake. \nThen Shen Wei waves his hand once again, making his soiled clothes \ndisappear, no doubt reappearing somewhere immaculately folded, and Zhao \nYunlan is distracted by the sight of all that bare skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he\u2019d thought from the peeks he\u2019d stolen when Lin Jing had scanned \nShen Wei\u2019s brain, Shen Wei\u2019s body is all lean muscle and porcelain skin,\n not a blemish in sight. He\u2019s breathtakingly beautiful, especially with \nhis hair still in disarray and his cheeks flushed. Zhao Yunlan can\u2019t \nhelp himself, he plasters himself against a body he can\u2019t wait to \nexplore properly, smiling in satisfaction when Shen Wei immediately \ngathers him close and holds him like he never wants to let go - which is\n completely fine with Zhao Yunlan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He slides his hands around Shen Wei\u2019s shoulders, tangles his fingers \nin silky black hair and kisses Shen Wei with all the thoroughness he \nwasn\u2019t able to muster earlier. Shen Wei responds in kind, explores his \nmouth with his tongue, teeth nipping at Zhao Yunlan\u2019s lower lip in a way\n that sends tingles down his spine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a long while, Zhao Yunlan registers something he should have \nnoticed immediately, but he decides to give himself a pass on this \noccasion and just smirks at Shen Wei: \u201cWow, Hei Pao-ge, instant \nclean-up! You\u2019re very handy to have around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He follows this up by yawning widely, mouth open shamelessly, Shen \nWei watching him with fond amusement. Too fucked out and tired to be \nself-conscious, Zhao Yunlan tucks himself into the crook of Shen Wei\u2018s \nneck, dimly registering the coolness of his skin. Shen Wei wraps his \narms around him, and Zhao Yunlan has never felt more safe and cherished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot to be nosy, but where did you learn to fuck like this?\u201c he mumbles, already half-asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen have you ever not been nosy? It\u2019s one of your most endearing \ntraits.\u201d Shen Wei\u2018s chuckle vibrates through them both, before he adds \nseriously, \u201cYou will know everything soon, my Yunlan.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the kind of vague answer that usually frustrated Zhao Yunlan, \nbut he\u2018s too comfortable for curiosity. Instead his mind catches on \nsomething else: \u201cMy Yunlan<\/em>. I like it. I like being yours. And what about you? Are you mine?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, Ah Lan, I\u2018ve always been yours.\u201c Shen Wei sounds melancholy, far\n away, and Zhao Yunlan manages to shake off his exhaustion for long \nenough to lift his head to kiss him, slow and sweet, until Shen Wei\u2018s \nback with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood,\u201c Zhao Yunlan says firmly when they separate. \u201cSo that\u2018s settled, then.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shen Wei hums in agreement, the sound warm and comforting, and \npresses his cheek against Zhao Yunlan\u2019s head. After one last kiss to \nShen Wei\u2018s chest, where he can feel his heart beating, strong and sure, \nZhao Yunlan lets himself fall asleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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