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He was not going to lose the best contact he had because the stupid rookie didn’t know better than to question things he didn’t understand. He would go inside, and do whatever he had to do to smooth things over. Shen Wei was not unreasonable – he would accept his offer of recompense.
He was let in without hassle, and ushered immediately through to where Shen Wei was sitting at the piano.
Shen Wei looked up, acknowledged his presence with a nod, and continued playing. He was good. Probably very good, but Zhao Yunlan was not a good judge of music – he just knew what he liked.
When the song ended he approached and offered a bow.
“Ah, Chief Zhao, I had thought you would come. Please, accompany me to my office,” said Shen Wei.
The elevator was gold, because of course it was, but the ride up was smooth. He’d never been here before, in Shen Wei’s apartment.
“What can I offer you to drink?”
There was a complete bar along one wall, with an espresso machine and a selection of teas. Shen Wei was treating him like a guest.
“Whatever Boss Shen is having is fine,” he said.
“In that case, will you take tea with me?” asked Shen Wei.
“Please,” he agreed, slightly bewildered.
Shen Wei made the tea. It was excellent. He tried not to gulp it.
Shen Wei had had enough consideration for him to permit him to make amends in private, despite Xiao-Guo’s stupidity having been public. If Shen Wei was not going to make him apologise in public despite that, the least he could would be to apologise properly, in recognition of that care.
He set down his cup, rose and knelt, anticipation making his movements fluid. “I apologise, Boss Shen, for the disrespect my department showed you today, and offer my assurance it won’t happen again.”
Shen Wei put down his cup. “I am concerned that Chief Zhao has such an incautious person working for him,” he said, his tone opaque.
Zhao Yunlan laughed awkwardly. “He’s an inexperienced rookie, Boss Shen, and the error is mine for not having trained him properly. Please blame the one before you, for my sake.” And then, before Shen Wei could answer, he continued, “If Boss Shen will permit me, I will make further reparation, to show my sincerity.”
He reached slowly for Shen Wei’s pants, leaving no doubt as to his meaning. He half-expected Shen Wei to stop him, to prevent him touching the expensive material of the beautiful suit with his hands, or to take charge of their encounter and direct him, but he didn’t.
Zhao Yunlan undid the fly and reached through the silk fabric of Shen Wei’s boxers for his cock.
Shen Wei parted his legs to give him room.
He’d thought about this, on the ride over, what it would be like, how it would feel to have this man’s cock in his mouth, this man who should be an enemy but was instead more of an ally than many - maybe even most, he thought with only a slight wince - of his colleagues. He knew who he would want beside him in a fight.
He was surprised that Shen Wei had never demanded this of him before, as payment for all the favours he’d done him, favours that exceeded the terms of their arrangement.
He was not demanding it of him now, was simply accepting what was offered, and letting Zhao Yunlan set the pace, letting him lean forwards and lick playfully at the head before taking his cock in his mouth.
It was good. Shen Wei stroked his hair, put a hand on the back of his neck, and it was safe, here, he could be here, on his knees on the deep carpet in the private apartment of one of the most powerful mob bosses in town, and let his guard down. Shen Wei would let no other hurt him, and any hurt Shen Wei wished to bestow on him he would accept.
He swallowed around Shen Wei’s cock, trying to do everything he could to please, and he felt the cut at the side of his mouth tear open again.
Shen Wei noticed. Of course he did. He noticed and shifted and ran his thumb over the cut, and Zhao Yunlan had to stop himself from nuzzling into the warm softness of that hand as it brushed over his cheek.
Drops of blood glistened black on Shen Wei’s thumb in the dim light.
“You’re hurt,” said Shen Wei, and then drew out a handkerchief, and pressed it against the cut.
“It’s nothing, Boss Shen, just a small souvenir from this morning.”
The handkerchief felt good against his skin, the touch gentle. He desperately needed to get them back to business, not get side-tracked by the feel of what he strongly suspected was silk against his skin.
“Shen-dage could put his own marks on me, if he likes,” he invited, looking up at him, lips parted and wet.
There was a flare of heat, in those eyes, and for a moment he thought Shen Wei would. But then the heat was banked.
“Chief Zhao should have more care for himself," said Shen Wei instead, tenderly cupping his cheek and stroking.
Zhao Yunlan leaned into the caress, and in doing so Shen Wei's cock left a smear of pre-cum on his cheek.
He raised a hand to wipe it off, but Shen Wei caught his hand, and turned it, bringing his scraped knuckles fully into view.
“Have you cleaned these cuts properly?” he asked, and then, before Zhao Yunlan could answer, drew his own conclusions, and rose to his feet, abandoning Zhao Yunlan on the floor, tucking his cock back in his pants and fastening his fly before crossing the room to a side cabinet, leaving Zhao Yunlan gaping after him in astonishment.
This…had never happened before. Nobody had ever walked away in the middle of one of his blow jobs.
He was still processing this development when Shen Wei returned, looking immaculate, as if he hadn’t just had his cock in Zhao Yunlan’s throat, with a First Aid Kit.
And then he started laying out the items he wanted on the coffee table, and Zhao Yunlan started to protest that they were just scraped knuckles, but before he could say more than a few words Shen Wei was dabbing at the wounds with a bit of gauze soaked in antiseptic. It stung a little.
This was… not the sort of pain that Zhao Yunlan had expected to receive from Shen Wei.
He stared at Shen Wei’s hands, one cradling his, the other dabbing at the cuts and then applying cream to them. It felt good.
Shen Wei finished one hand and reached for the other, and then faltered.
“Come sit beside me on the couch, Chief Zhao,” Shen Wei said, urging him up beside him.
Zhao Yunlan thought he could see the faintest of blushes on his cheeks.
He watched Shen Wei finish applying cream to his hand.
“The cut on your lip looks clean, and this cream should not be ingested, so I will leave it to heal by itself.
Before he could stop them the words escaped, “Will Shen-dage kiss it better then?”
He didn’t know what made him say it. It was what you said to a lover, not a man you owed an apology.
He was on the verge of laughing it off when Shen Wei leaned in, and kissed him.