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From the dining room came a steady stream of conversation and the tinkering of wood on dishware. With sudsy hands and an armful of oil-coated pots and pans, Mo Guan Shan dealt with the remnants of the dinner time rush.
Working at his parents’ restaurant filled most of the day most of his days since he'd finished with school. One day, he'd take over and continue the family business. Until then he'd help out however he could.
He liked cooking best, so unless they had a full house the kitchen duties were usually left to him. His mom was a math nerd and would unfailingly keep the books while his dad had always had a knack for charming even the most unfriendly curmudgeon in the neighborhood.
The sudden commotion led him to turning the tap off and, after drying his hands, flinging the dish rag over his shoulder. He marched out, ready for a brawl, when his mom walked past.
"No need to call the cops, mom."
She tutted at him, recognizing the shine in his eye. "You boys hold your horses while I call the police station, you hear me?" She put a hand to her waist in a scolding poise, but couldn't keep down her smile. "Goodness, always itching for a fight, the two of you."
A mob of gangsters coming in just to start making trouble and demand money for having a business in their turf was hardly anything new. For protection, they had the gall of saying.
What a joke.
“We don’t need your fucking protection," he spat back at the old man who'd just slammed a hand on the table, "and if we did need any, it'd be from you.”
The thugs didn’t like the cheek. One of them stepped up to grab Guan Shan by the front of his apron and started waving his fist around.
"Shouldn't have done that," he grumbled, annoyed, as his dad predictably dragged the man by the back of his collar.
After the first plate was broken, it was a free-for-all: Guan Shan and his dad had an excuse for planting their knuckles without needing to hold back on whoever kept spouting crap.
At length, he heard his mom sighing, "There they go again." She sounded fond and hindered, used to the spats, as she went to grab the phone.
As soon as she started dialing though, there was a melodious rap at the door.
The first thing that caught his eye was the dark green uniform. It clung to the body wearing it in all the right places, following its contours religiously. At belt-level, the service sidearm ― a QSZ-92 semi-automatic with short recoil, locked breech and rotating barrel lock, if he remembered correctly. Guan Shan had heard somewhere it had an effective fire range of up to 50 meters, with detachable box magazines of 15 or 20 rounds.
From the epaulettes on his shoulders he was a corporal, or maybe a junior NCO. Mo Guan Shan knew the Armed Police used drones but how this guy even got there so damn fast when they weren’t even much into riot control these days was a fucking mystery.
“Hello, auntie,” the man greeted. He had a pleasant voice but his tone was obnoxious and rubbed him the wrong way. "I was walking by and thought I'd check in. What seems to be the problem here?”
The chickenshits took a look at the officer's piece and blanched. Anticlimactic as it was, things were taken care of in a flurry of literally taking names and figuratively kicking asses out.
Guan Shan had run away himself, after he’d answered the man's questions with unbridled hostility and left his parents to finish up. He was exhausted from slaving away all day at the kitchen and those shitheads stirring trouble had been the cherry on top.
All he wanted was to lie down and not stir until tomorrow.
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When Mo Guan Shan answered the door, on the other side was the officer from before.
Damn it , he thought, and tried to surreptitiously adjust his shaggy hair.
“Hello again," was what the man opened with. His smile was blinding. "I noticed you looking at me in quite a state back there and I just had to come and check if you needed…” The officer's eyes slid over him from head to toe. "...any further assistance.”
He'd completed the line with a cheeky half smile and Guan Shan dry-swallowed. He was starting to sweat again and he’d just had a shower, his hair still wet.
“...I was just trying to see if it was the garbage truck,” he mumbled. For an attempt to justify the fact that he'd stuck his head out the window and shamelessly stared it was a damn pitiful one. "You were making a fucking racket shoving those shitheads inside the car."
"Such a concerned citizen," the officer drawled, and then raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Guan Shan's shoulders grew stiff. “I think you need a warrant for that.”
He began to close the door but the officer whipped out a notebook and a pen and started to scribble on it. Against his own better judgement, Guan Shan paused, curiosity weighing in.
“Here,” said the officer, neatly ripping the page and handing it over between two fingers. “In case the garbage truck stands you up.”
He winked and took a step back, cocking his hip, and Guan Shan couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
Trying to seem uninterested, he perused the paper. A phone number ― presumptuous ― and a name. Then he looked at ― he studied the round characters again, slowly ― He Tian .
“You related to Political Director He or something?”
He was mostly joking but given the reply he got maybe he should try the lottery that week.
He Tian grinned sharply and leaned against the door, thumb hooked on his belt. “Or something.”
Guan Shan rolled his eyes and turned. “Leave your shoes on and you'll get first row to me turning into a cop-killer,” he said.
Not moving, He Tian blinked. “Were you testing me earlier?”
Mo Guan Shan shrugged. “If you had tried to block the door with your foot or something you'd be a fucking creep and I'd beat you to a pulp. Guess you’re just a bold and confident punk after all.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
Having left the note on the table, Guan Shan knocked the hat from He Tian’s head. “I like a man in a uniform.”
“Any man?”
“A half-decent one.”
“If that’s the only compliment I’ll get I’ll take it.”
He Tian made sure his sidearm was disengaged before he put it away. He started to unbutton his shirt, but when he went to shrug it off Guan Shan stopped him.
“Leave it.”
“Won't it just get in the way?”
With a jerking motion, Guan Shan muttered, "Looks nice."
“I also look very nice without it,” He Tian flirted.
“Smug arrogant bastard.”
“Am I, if it’s the truth?”
Plucking him by the buckle, Guan Shan walked backwards to the bed.
“You're not even going to tell me your name? Just fuck me and send me on my way after you’re done with me?”
“You know my name, idiot.”
He Tian made a dissatisfied face. “Those were formalities. This is…" he breathed in Guan Shan's ear, “...personal.”
Mo Guan Shan shuddered. “It’s Mo Guan Shan,” he grit out.
He Tian hummed. “What should I call you, then? Little Mo? Little Shan Shan?
“Call me any of those and I’ll throw you out without even fucking you.”
“You’d do that to me?”
Guan Shan glared. “Wanna find out?”
He Tian kissed his neck. “I’d rather find out what else you want to do with me," he suggested. "The way you were looking at me earlier was really intense, you know? My partner said you either wanted to kill me or screw me.”
Mo Guan Shan severely doubted such a straight-laced-looking guy had used those exact words.
“What made you so sure it wasn’t the first one?”
“I wasn’t.” He Tian caressed Guan Shan’s jaw with the back of his hand. “I just thought whatever the outcome, you’d be worth it.”
Grabbing his silky hair with both hands, Guan Shan lunged and bit He Tian's lips until he opened up for him. He took the chance while He Tian was distracted palming his ass over his sweats ― and then under ― to fumble around until he touched cold hard metal.
He Tian pulled back to see what he was doing and Guan Shan dangled his work handcuffs high in front of him.
“Kinky~” he teased.
In response Guan Shan jerked his chin. “Get on the bed.”
Laying back, He Tian did as he was told, not taking his eyes off of him.
Guan Shan threw him the restraints. “Cuff yourself to the headboard. Gimme the key first.”
With He Tian busy cuffing his own wrist and the keys heavy in his pocket Guan Shan's rationality caught up with him and he put his hands to his own face.
"I can't do this." His voice was muffled. "It's too fucking ridiculous."
"Now, don't say that, little Mo. You were doing so well~"
"I feel like a clown. Is it fun for you?"
"What is?"
Guan Shan scratched the back of his head. "Pretend we didn't know each other. To be someone else. Is it exciting? Are you… bored with me―"
Cuffs dangling from one hand, He Tian sat up fast and pinched his cheeks in admonishment. "Don't say silly things. As if I'd ever get tired of my little red ball of salt and pepper."
He Tian's own words were even sillier, in Guan Shan's opinion. His expression, though, was anything but.
Mo Guan Shan slapped his bared chest in retaliation. "Then why all this bullshit?"
He Tian studied him before cautiously starting to speak. "I know you like to see me in uniform," he said, and carried on when Guan Shan sputtered, "You get more flustered than usual. And you'd never ask me to wear it just to mess around. So I thought I'd let you have this―"
"Without smearing it on my face," Guan Shan sneered, "how kind."
Easing back down on his elbows, He Tian hitched his shoulder. "You're the one who made me say it."
His smile was infuriating .
Ticked off, Guan Shan stalked close and pulled on the hem of his button-down until it escaped his trousers. "Take that off." Then, as He Tian began to slip out of his black undershirt as well, he shook his head. "Not that," he said and finished closing the handcuffs.
He began unzipping He Tian and left him like that ― underwear-clad bulge on display through the vee of his pants, t-shirt pushed up to show off his chest. He Tian surveyed him back, rubbing his cheek on the bed. He was like a big cat, stretching and swiveling and leaving his scent on the sheets.
Without preamble, Guan Shan fished his about-to-burst dick out. With competent strokes and his usual side dish spread out like a feast in front of him, he was finished in short minutes. Then he dropped beside He Tian and didn't move another muscle.
"You're kidding," He Tian said. "Guan Shan."
"Be quiet. I'm dead tired. If you're good I'll fuck you when I wake up." He fussed until he got comfortable and in no time was dozing off next to him.
"At least let me out of these."
There was no answer.
"Babe."
Still nothing.
"...baby?" he tried again.
At last, He Tian closed his eyes and tried to give meditation a shot. "You have to be kidding me."
Given the position he'd been left in, He Tian's arms were starting to smart. When he was finally about to doze off himself, he was disturbed by a head of spiky hair nesting over his chest and an arm viciously hugging his middle. Dreaming about his pillow sandwich again, most likely.
Guan Shan's mouth was usually ajar in sleep, but he never drooled. His pinched look disappeared as he went deeper into sleep. To have him snug like this, his clean unique scent practically on his nostrils, was torture.
He Tian stretched to drop a kiss on his head. Then he backed off, huffing softly, and slipped away into his own dreams.
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When He Tian woke up his wrists were uncuffed and didn't hurt one bit. Guan Shan must've woken during the night and freed him, then. Shuffling slightly to the side, he took in the sight.
Mo Guan Shan was beautiful in his sleep, perpetual frown nowhere to be seen. He Tian couldn't resist running his fingers backwards through his bristling spikes and Guan Shan mumbled something, lips moving against his skin. He Tian hummed back at him automatically.
Those brown eyes blinked open, hazy until they weren't. Tiny brows became furrowed and the line of his mouth turned down. It was a pity and it wasn't. He Tian treasured every single part of him, every side he got to see, even more because he knew some of them had only ever been shown to him.
"You're such a little minx. Was it fun, leaving me out to dry?"
Mo Guan Shan remained silent. Just kept looking at him, in no hurry to go anywhere.
He Tian turned enough so he could look at him properly and not just from the corner of his eye. "Guan Shan?"
Hands which had been idle began traveling along the dips of his body and He Tian felt himself warming up, breath catching.
"Am I your slave now, master Mo? Chained to the bed, my body used, not given to eat or to drink?"
"You always talk too fucking much," Guan Shan groused, voice heavy with sleep and something else.
His lips caught on He Tian's and they were kissing. Softly, then opening up and turning wet. Mo Guan Shan ran his hands all the way to his wrists and snapped the cuffs around them again. It made He Tian laugh softly.
"Someone's got a thing for those."
"As if you're opposed."
"There's no way I'd be, when I get to see you being like this."
"Like what?"
"Taking whatever you want, unselfconscious. You know you can do whatever you want to me, yet you never do. Something always holds you back. Go ahead. I'm yours, Guan Shan. Always have been."
Mo Guan Shan didn't let him say anything else. Attacked his mouth angrily ― hungrily. Kissing with tongue was a no-no before both of them brushed their teeth but as long as that rule was respected it was acceptable.
He Tian's pants had been pulled down too and he hadn't even felt it. It must have been quite the deep sleep, which only ever happened when he slept next to Mo Guan Shan. He grinned with eyes closed as Guan Shan nipped his way down his torso, leaving fang marks wherever he passed.
The bottle of lube next to the pillow was opened and squeezed of its contents. By the sound of it, they'd have to get another one soon. He licked and sucked at his own lips as Mo Guan Shan fingered him, turning his face to one side, then the other.
His dick was killing him, already having been denied release the night before. He Tian thought maybe he'd be able to come like this, with just the feeling of slender fingers curling and wriggling about inside him. They were deft and strong, good at handling at knife, at folding dough. His cock twitched, pre-come leaking at the though of being worked by those hands like a weapon, like something to eat.
Forgetting himself, he pulled harshly at the handcuffs, making a loud noise. It startled Mo Guan Shan, who immediately stopped what he was doing.
" Don't stop ," He Tian told him. He couldn't recognize his own voice.
"You want this?" Guan Shan asked, plugging him on three fingers and then fanning them out.
How he could still sound unsure with He Tian physically wrapped around his finger was as unbelievably daft as it was adorable.
Head doing a semi-circle on the sheets, He Tian groaned, "I want you," without reservation.
His eyes were slits, shiny black holes that Guan Shan felt himself getting sucked into. Mo Guan Shan cursed and hastily cleaned his fingers. The sheets would need a hell of a wash, after. Being his pushy self, He Tian raised a leg to his shoulder and another around his waist and coaxed him between them.
Guan Shan grunted. "You're fucking heavy."
He Tian clicked his tongue. "That's not how you make a boy feel special, babe. We have to work on your pillow talk."
"I'll give you pillow talk," he snarked. Giving himself a generous pass of lube and a squeeze at the base, Mo Guan Shan pushed at the resisting entrance, inexorably burying himself in the furnace that was He Tian inside.
Hissing, He Tian wriggled contentedly, completely at ease in bondage and sodomy.
“Slut,” Guan Shan murmured, and He Tian grinned unabashedly at him, hearing the affection in it.
“Yeah,” he encouraged when Guan Shan began to move. “Fuck me, baby.”
He shouted, ragged and sudden, when Guan Shan found his prostate, bloated and sensitive as it was from his fingers.
“ Shhh !” Guan Shan hissed, flustered. “Don’t be so fucking loud! Damn it, He Tian, I have neighbors!”
“But you feel so good~" He Tian reasoned while faking a pout, "I can’t help it~”
Guan Shan blushed fiercely. “It can’t be that good. You sounded―” He stopped, too embarrassed to continue. “Just… keep it down, ” he said against He Tian’s knee, before resuming his thrusts.
He drove into He Tian at a steady pace. The day was just starting and there was no need to race to the finish line. He Tian was perfectly okay with that ― he wanted to savor this, wanted Guan Shan to have his fill.
After three years of dating, Guan Shan still had trouble asking for what he wanted. So when the opportunity presented itself for He Tian to make the offer without Guan Shan having to voice anything, he latched onto it like a particularly tasty morsel. It was what you did, whenever the planets aligned.
Such rare, awe-inducing events should be properly documented, too. Maybe next time he’d find a way to introduce Guan Shan to the idea. Somehow, after the initial outburst, He Tian didn’t think it’d be that hard a sell.
He was drunk on endorphins and falling into a pleasure haze when Guan Shan stickily pulled out. He Tian’s feet slipped on the sheets at being dislodged and he whined.
“Where are you going,” he asked, feeling too good to react with anything else other than mild curiosity.
Guan Shan silently made his way back and dropped He Tian’s hat back on his head.
Lazyly, He Tian smirked.
“Not one word,” Guan Shan warned.
He Tian would have mimed zipping his mouth if he could.
“Here,” Guan Shan said, fluffing a pillow and putting it next to He Tian’s head. Then another, for his hips.
Then he pushed back inside.
He Tian muffled his sounds only because he didn’t want Guan Shan to stop again. He was so ready to blow. All this pause-play-pause was revving him up and it was excruciating.
His teeth pierced the fabric and his tongue was pressing against it. He didn’t want to taste cloth and detergent but delicious and tender skin. Bite and suck and kiss at that slender neck.
But that wasn’t in the plans tonight.
Tonight, he got Guan Shan’s honey-colored eyes roving over him instead, short nails prickling where he held him by the calves and was keeping his one thigh spread.
His groan was long and rough when fingers roped around his length and pulled exactly like he liked it. Swiping away from the pillow, he panted, at the very brink. “ Guan Shan .”
Attentive and with a heaving chest, Guan Shan changed his approach and snapped his hips. He shoved so forcefully the bed posts bumped into the wall each time.
He Tian slipped between the bars and reached for purchase, pressing his palms against the wall. Guan Shan's movements got faster and harsher, as if he knew He Tian was all for him getting rougher with him, which he probably had figured. It went on and on until He Tian was about to lose his damn mind.
Uncaring, he forgot all about keeping it down. His moans sounded obscene . His come flew so high it hit his own lower lip and coated Mo Guan Shan’s fist like he’d crushed a packet of milk cream in it.
He felt so full and toasty he could go right back to sleep like that.
Grimacing, Guan Shan scrubbed his hand on He Tian’s discarded briefs. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “We’re disgusting. Shower then change the bed then food. After that you can do whatever the hell you want.”
He softened the blow of his jagged words by combing He Tian's sweaty fringe aside. In passing, He Tian smeared a sloppy kiss on his hand.
“Should we add this to our repertoire?” He jingled the cuffs and Guan Shan looked away, red-eared.
“If you like it that much,” he allowed, going for dismissive.
"Like?" He was so cute He Tian didn’t know what to do with himself. ”Baby, I love it.”
Mo Guan Shan must've loved it too, since they went for another round and a half before they made it out of the bedroom.
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