Yunlan absolutely stood by his original argument. There was no way Shen Wei could blend in.
On the other hand, standing there with his heart in his throat and the pinprick sensations of sharp teeth still tingling in his neck just under that pounding pulse—Yunlan had to admit that Shen Wei had made a good point when he hadn’t let Yunlan go in without backup.
In particular, the kind of backup who could break a lust-trance and also send the suspect flying across the dance floor before picking him up and shoving him at Chu Shuzhi and Lin Jing for safekeeping until they could root out the partner they knew he operated with. The moment the handcuffs came on their suspect, those close enough to have witnessed the arrest clapped, and the DJ unpaused whatever hit track had been playing when the commotion started. Yunlan followed his team just far enough, and then excused himself. Probably they’d already scared away their other suspect, but he wasn’t exactly dressed for the office, and the interrogation could wait until morning. Also, he’d be no good to anyone until he could get rid of this power-induced arousal.
Shimmying back through the crowd, Yunlan noticed that the area immediately around Shen Wei remained clear of writhing bodies—Yunlan couldn’t imagine why. There was no other body he’d rather writhe next to—an urge that was getting harder and harder to resist.
Yunlan made valiant efforts to concentrate on other things, but—he was staring again. The tight black t-shirt, the jeans—actual jeans, though they fit right, rather than just tight like Yunlan’s. And the hair—Yunlan had mussed it properly, but after a few hours in the stuffy club it was truly messy, with a few strands starting to clump together with sweat. They framed that gorgeous face, Shen Wei’s cheekbones stunning when the flashing lights illuminated him from above. The lack of glasses didn’t in any way help Shen Wei look less awkward standing in the seething mass of loud, drunk people, but it made his face seem naked in a way that had Yunlan itching to touch it—wanting to run his fingers along that jaw and all the way down Shen Wei’s neck.
And all of a sudden Yunlan’s efforts weren’t enough anymore. He slunk through the crowd separating them, leaving bumped bodies and apologies trailing in his wake until he reached the little oasis of space around Shen Wei. Breaching it, Yunlan saw that Shen Wei’s eyes were already on him—wide and dark as night, drinking up the sight of him.
It drew Yunlan in, that look—he had been prepared with a glib thanks, but instead he let Shen Wei haul him close and stare at whatever mark the sharp-toothed Dixing had left behind. Without needing to be asked, Yunlan tilted his head to the side, and Shen Wei’s cool fingers brushed the sweaty skin of his bare neck. Yunlan’s hands fell to Shen Wei’s hips, holding on against the raging desire that had burned away all the fear the encounter had left behind. The pounding of the music and the pounding of his pulse—that was just part of it. There was heat pooling in his belly—nothing like the shallow lust-trance of the stalking Dixing. This was what Yunlan always felt for Shen Wei, only with him so close now, and with him so devastatingly hot...
Yunlan tugged Shen Wei closer, grinding against him to the hypnotizing beat. A frozen moment of confused resistance, and then Shen Wei’s hand slid from the bitten skin to the back of Yunlan’s neck, drawing him in as if for a kiss—and stopped.
“Shen Wei,” Yunlan’s voice hitched, and he pressed himself closely enough against Shen Wei to feel the bulge in those snug new jeans. His own outfit was more holes than fabric, so he could feel the slide of friction against his skin.
“We can’t—” Shen Wei pulled back and looked around, and Yunlan cursed whatever old-fashioned Dixing propriety made Shen Wei think they couldn’t kiss in a nightclub. Honestly, at any given time at least a third of everyone around them seemed to have their tongues down someone’s throat—if Shen Wei had missed that, or just thought it uncouth, Yunlan didn’t know and didn’t care.
“No, come on Shen Wei, baby—”
“The other man, he could still be here.” Even with their faces so close together, Yunlan could just barely make out Shen Wei’s voice over the music. It shook slightly, in a way that gave Yunlan hope.
“We’ve got the place staked out,” Yunlan gasped back, barely managing to get the words out. “He won’t—he won’t do anything if he sees us, but—” A shudder interrupted Yunlan, and he wondered if maybe he’d been a bit hasty in discounting the lust-trance. Because right now, words were getting impossible, and thinking nearly so. He moaned against Shen Wei’s throat, and surged up to nip at an ear.
“Zhao Yunlan!” Shen Wei sounded scandalized, but only shifted Yunlan a handspan away, not far enough that he wouldn’t still be able to feel the heat rolling off Yunlan in waves.
Yunlan gave him a dazed grin. “Um. Yeah, so—the guy. If we go. He might show?”
Shen Wei shook his head. “There’s nowhere to—”
And then Yunlan was dragging Shen Wei along, already far too desperate to take little things like dignity into account.
Shen Wei, of course, was appalled. “This is a bathroom,” he exclaimed, as the door closed behind them. “It’s—you can’t possibly mean—people use these for—”
Yunlan lunged into a kiss, but Shen Wei caught him, wound fingers into his hair to hold him still. It only worked to stop the kiss—the rest of Yunlan found lovely bits of Shen Wei to grind against. “People do,” Yunlan panted, and sluggish thoughts finally presented him with a useful angle to get his way. “I have.”
Shen Wei really did have a way of freezing his entire body. Most people, Yunlan would say they froze, but they’d only stand still for a bit. Shen Wei went entirely motionless and unresponsive, more like a statue than a man. Which was no fun at all when Yunlan wanted Shen Wei’s body moving against his, and Shen Wei’s hands all over the bare skin his outfit revealed. But it did let Yunlan sneak a whisper into his ear. “The things I’ve let people do to me in nightclub bathrooms…”
The way Shen Wei exploded back into motion was exhilarating beyond belief. Yunlan’s body went thumping up against the door, cushioned by Shen Wei’s arms around him. And before Yunlan could say anything else, Shen Wei’s mouth was on his, shutting Yunlan up with a punishing kiss.
Between kissing back and trying to get his hands on Shen Wei’s ass, Yunlan felt he might have been a little underhanded—sure, there had been a few late-night blowjobs he could barely remember, but he’d never let anyone fuck him in a bathroom stall before. But Yunlan had long since figured out that a sure way of convincing Shen Wei to let go of his frustrating urge to treat Yunlan as too precious for rough handling in unsuitable locations was to remind him that others may have already handled Yunlan just so.
And right now it was paying off. Yunlan was moaning with what Shen Wei was giving him, and with all he still wanted. Heat flared from Shen Wei’s touches—and more, from the entire evening, from being bait to getting bitten to watching Shen Wei stand in the middle of a crowd with eyes for nobody but Yunlan. Focus tunneling to skin and mouths and teeth and lust for more, Yunlan still managed to tug Shen Wei’s head down over his neck. Shen Wei nuzzled into it, and Yunlan writhed against him, “Come on, Xiao Wei, do it—”
Shen Wei’s hand cupped over Yunlan’s mouth, surprising him for half a breath before Shen Wei did as he had been urged and bit down hard over the needlepoint tooth marks left in Yunlan’s skin. Shen Wei’s hand muffled the cry it tore from Yunlan’s throat. The fingers lingered for a moment, and Yunlan’s tongue darted out, licking and nipping at them, and against his, Shen Wei’s body shivered. The moment Shen Wei’s hand dropped away, Yunlan wrapped his arms around Shen Wei’s neck and let his lips brush the tip of Shen Wei’s ear. “Don’t you like it when I scream for you, baby?”
The words sent another shiver through Shen Wei, which Yunlan drank up. Then Shen Wei shook his head, and his voice came out so gravelly it was nearly a growl. “For me. Not—not them.” A twitch of a nod, at the door—the crowd behind it. Yunlan doubted anyone would hear much through the noise out there, but so what? Shen Wei didn’t care about that. Shen Wei just cared about keeping Yunlan to himself—all of Yunlan, body and voice, and that—
“Fuck me,” Yunlan gasped. The heat, the desire, the overwhelming need to feel just how badly Shen Wei wanted him—it was getting to be too much. He had been hard since the Dixing power caught him.
Shen Wei laid a cool hand on his hot face, stroked his sweaty hair with the other. Which left no hands for anything else, and Yunlan whimpered at their absence. “Zhao Yunlan,” Shen Wei said, urgently. “It could be—it could be his power, are you sure you—”
“Yeah,” Yunlan’s hands were on Shen Wei’s hips again, trying to get them closer to his own. “Yeah, I’m sure. I want you, I want you so bad—baby, please—”
It was nothing but the truth. If it had started with that Dixing guy—it didn’t matter to Yunlan. What he wanted now was Shen Wei—all of Shen Wei. Filling Yunlan up, getting Yunlan off. Holding Yunlan’s cries back in a nightclub bathroom because Shen Wei needed Yunlan as badly as Yunlan needed him.
Shen Wei kissed him again, with that hungry edge that Yunlan loved. Yunlan fumbled in his tiny back pocket for the small pack of lube—he had a condom there too, clearly visible through the thin fabric of his distressed jeans, but that had served its purpose in luring their stalker out. Being kissed like this by Shen Wei was in no way conducive to fine motor skills, but he finally managed to fish out the foil pack and hang on to it when he started to see stars. Tearing away from the kiss to catch his breath, he pressed the pack into Shen Wei’s hand and worked his jeans open.
Boots already half-unlaced, they were easy to kick out of, and having pulled the jeans off, Yunlan started to turn his ass to Shen Wei—only to find himself spun back around. Shen Wei’s eyes were as black as Yunlan had ever seen them, reddened lips parted around a whisper of a moan. “No,” Shen Wei breathed. “No, let me.” And with absolutely effortless ease, Shen Wei slid his hands under Yunlan’s naked hips and lifted him against the door.
It made Yunlan laugh, breathless and delighted as he wrapped his legs around Shen Wei’s waist. Certainly nobody had ever fucked him like this before. The door was chilly against his naked skin—which he had a lot of, given the skimpy t-shirt he was wearing—but after the first shock, that felt good against the burning heat in his blood. Though not quite as good as the soft cotton over firm muscles that his cock was nestled against, already leaving tiny wet smears that Shen Wei somehow felt and shivered at. Yunlan wound his arms around Shen Wei’s neck, kissing his jaw and ear while Shen Wei undid his own jeans. Then the silky smoothness of the top of Shen Wei’s cock was sliding against the skin of Yunlan’s ass, and a surge of new lust sparkled through his system like a live wire.
“Come on, come on baby—” Yunlan pressed his face into Shen Wei’s neck, voice hitching around the murmured encouragements, but Shen Wei wasn’t as stupidly far gone as Yunlan himself.
Shen Wei soothed Yunlan with a hush and a kiss on his temple. “Please hold on—don’t let go, I have to—”
And Yunlan clung on tight, face still buried in Shen Wei’s neck, as cool, lube-slick fingers gently opened him. Too slowly for Yunlan’s tastes, but Shen Wei wouldn’t be rushed. Would only press his wonderful, amazing fingers into Yunlan’s heat a bit at a time, stretching and stroking. And when Shen Wei curled those fingers just right, Yunlan didn’t cry out, but groaned into Shen Wei’s skin as his entire body convulsed around him. “That’s right,” Shen Wei whispered, and even then his voice trembled. “Not too loud, Yunlan. You’re doing so well. You’re almost there.”
“Please,” Yunlan begged, again—his words had long since gone, all but that one, and this time Shen Wei shifted his grip on Yunlan’s hips. Yunlan raised himself up, as much as he could, letting Shen Wei use one hand to line himself up. The lube had all gone into Yunlan, so Shen Wei rubbed the head of his cock against the slick opening until Yunlan whined with need—and then he pushed inside.
It took Yunlan’s breath away, that stretching fullness, leaving him panting and trembling and perfect for a few seconds. He squeezed around it, feeling Shen Wei’s body twitch in response, and managed a low groan of pure satisfaction. So good, having Shen Wei in him, filling him to the brim—so good, but with an impatient wiggle he tried to let Shen Wei know it could be better. Especially with Shen Wei’s strong hands under his hips like that.
Shen Wei’s own breath came out in a shivering rush—Yunlan hadn’t noticed him holding it—and he rocked back, and then into Yunlan, who moaned encouragingly. Another thrust, and Yunlan could tell Shen Wei was doing all he could to hold back. Since Yunlan didn’t exactly have enough leverage to set the pace, he dug his fingers into Shen Wei’s shoulders instead, and gasped some hard-won words. “Fuck me properly. You can—it’s good, you’re so good, I want you so much—”
And somewhere in the middle of that tirade Shen Wei started moving—holding Yunlan, pressing him against the door, shoving into him with a deliberate pace that didn’t change until he’d angled Yunlan just so. Then Yunlan jerked in Shen Wei’s grasp, biting down on another loud cry at the angle—too good, letting Shen Wei push deep inside and hit the right spot with every stroke—and Shen Wei sped up. Thrust after thrust hit Yunlan so perfectly it made his toes curl and his head swim, little bursts of heat traveling from the soles of his feet all the way to his groin, building and building there.
Yunlan’s legs were trembling with effort, but Shen Wei showed no signs of tiring, holding Yunlan up and fucking him deep and hard and catching any stray cry Yunlan let slip. He managed to pin Yunlan with one hand and wrap the other around Yunlan’s cock, and Shen Wei’s mouth closing over his was how Yunlan knew he’d been getting loud again. He tried to gather enough control to dampen his cry to a moan, but he couldn’t—and then, as he thought he was still building up to his orgasm, Shen Wei tore it out of him. Yunlan came with a breathless gasp into Shen Wei's neck, spilling over Shen Wei’s fingers, clenching down around Shen Wei’s cock.
Yunlan was still pumping out the last few glistening drops when Shen Wei changed the angle again and fucked him quick and hard for a few juddering thrusts. Then Shen Wei stiffened and wrapped his arms around Yunlan’s back, fingernails digging into skin through the thin t-shirt as he emptied himself into Yunlan’s heat.
“That’s it,” Yunlan nuzzled against Shen Wei, still shivering himself. “So hot—we’re going to have to do this again, it’s so hot when you hold me up and fuck me, you have no idea.”
Shen Wei nosed into his hair, huffing a soft laugh.
Yunlan revised his statement. “Okay, maybe some idea.”
The way Shen Wei pressed a kiss into his sweaty temple made Yunlan think he was right. Shen Wei definitely had some idea.