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Their bodies were warm from the lingering closeness between them, the sheets tangled loosely around their legs.

A low amber light spilled across the bed, catching on Shen Wei’s skin and turning the loose strands of his dark hair almost golden at the edges. 

He looked—undone.

Zhao Yunlan tries his best to set up a picnic date.

All the hungry youchu leap forward at once, and Wei doesn't have time to think.

He pushes Kunlun behind himself, as if the mighty Mountain God has ever needed his protection — that's his first blunder. The second one is much worse. Wei's body feels too small somehow, and his wings unfurl and spread before he can stop them, creating a barrier between Kunlun and the attacking monsters.

"Did you just prank Shen Wei? Did you worry the Lord Emissary so that random people click your video? Don't you have any shame?"

"Oh, so you do know what that is?" Daqing retorts.

"So, now that we have studied it, what was your favorite part of the book?" Shen San murmurs, languid and satisfied, smiling against Wei's bare shoulder blade.

"Now can we break in the new bed?" Zhao Yunlan asks plaintively once he's managed to kick everyone out. He's definitely demoting whoever decided to throw them a housewarming party.

"How is this even possible?" Zhao Yunlan groans. His voice sounds almost delirious, but then, he'd be more concerned if it didn't given that he's just come for the fourth time in less than an hour.

When Zhao Yunlan drops to his knees right in the middle of the dark alleyway, Shen Wei doesn't stop him. His own body frozen, as Zhao Yunlan's hands slide down the fabric of his trousers, too hot even through the thick material. Zhao Yunlan looks up at him, his mouth already so red and parted, his tongue darting to wet them, before he presses those beautiful lips to his crotch and mouths at it.
Shen Wei keens.

Or

Zhao Yunlan has an oral fixation and a plan.

There are hands under Shen Wei's shirt and up his thighs, cupping the back of his neck, gently removing his glasses— He wants them to continue, his eyes fluttering closed and his body arching up, embarrassingly eager even before the soft touches become more defined, but there is a dizzying weightlessness to all of it that makes him sit up.

"Yunlan?" he says, and the hands stop.

"I'm here, Xiao Wei," Zhao Yunlan kisses Shen Wei's temple, the glasses still in his hand. "Not having fun?"

Shen Wei liked the color green. It came in many different shades and blanketed him and his cottage in a vibrant mirage that he would never tire of seeing day after day. He knew the parrot green of the plants he added to his stews, the forest green of the ones he used to make medications, and the olive green he knew to avoid in the poisonous stems. 

It was this discernment of green that led him to realize there were discordant tones in the plants by the river. They had congealed splotches of dark red on them, and seemed to be emitting a strange, pungent odor. Shen Wei took out his dagger and walked slowly towards the plants, preparing to see a large animal of some sort. 

What he saw instead was a man.

Or: Shen Wei finds an injured man by his home and decides to take him in, not being able to fortell all the differences it will bring into his life.

“Shen-laoshi really knows how to play you like a piano,” says Da Qing, lying in Zhao Yunlan’s lap and pawing absently at the line of yarn as it’s tugged and twined around the needles.

“You’re so full of shit,” replies Zhao Yunlan. The cat snorts, a surprisingly human sound.

“Am I? Look at him – attended one meeting and immediately pinpointed your failing. And took steps to correct it, to your benefit. You’d never even consider taking up something so ridiculous otherwise – but if Shen-laoshi gave it to you? You’d do exactly what you’re doing, treasuring it.”

Zhao Yunlan looks down at his work. It’s just a long, rectangular strip of stitches, more regular in size and tension near the needles than at the start. “I’m not treasuring anything. It’s just convenient.”

“How do we stop it?”

“Abilities like this aren’t permanent. Either it will wear off in time, or…”

Kunlun looks at him, eyes sharp. “Or?”

Shen Wei forces himself not to look away. Not to drop his gaze like a boy, like a coward. “Or when it has run its course,” he says.

Had absolutely all the sacrifices really been necessary?
As Lin Jing walked the path ahead, perhaps the answers he didn't expect were exactly the ones he needed to find. Fake monk or not, he believed what he believed, and redemption was not a negotiable commodity. Sometimes all it took was a hand to reach out and change the course of everything.
That sense of unfairness had seeped into him.
...
Gui Mian sat up, resting his head in his hands and he tried to settle his breathing. Months of nights that were often filled with nightmares were taking its toll. Something needed to change. There was only one thing that he could think of that would calm him. He needed to see Lin Jing again.

Five first meetings.

Or: Shen Wei had to resist temptations for far too long. Zhao Yunlan makes it up to him.

"Do you look at this sort of thing often?" Shen Wei asked.

Zhao Yunlan shrugged. "When I was single, sure. A man has needs, after all, and it gets boring just using your imagination all the time. Not as often now that you're here, though," he added, squeezing Shen Wei's hand. Shen Wei pulled his hand away, unwilling to be so easily mollified. But as he did so a memory drifted up from the long-ago past...

Will the light hold on? Will it stay? He didn't want the dark to come just yet. He wanted the sky to shine more. He wanted to tuck away that last light to some place only he knew of.

Them in evening and rain with things left unsaid.

Back in the future, in the world where Shen Wei is wrapped with mysteries – which are rapidly unravelling, now – Shen Wei is so hungry for his touches. For every pat, every nudge, every palm on his shoulder or knee to his knee.

This man, though, behaves like no one has ever touched him. When Zhao Yunlan reaches for him he leans away, wide-eyed and reticent. Not afraid, he thinks. Shen Wei must know how strong he is, all the powers at his command. But – unfamiliar. Almost like a feral cat, who doesn’t know how to trust, much less how to enjoy.

Zhao Yunlan cannot help but bring his hands to his chest and press the cell phone against his heart. Ah, Shen Wei, Shen Wei!... Every detail of his is perfect... Can there be greater grace than having him by his side? Da Qing snorts again in annoyance. Zhao Yunlan is about to throw the phone at him when an incoming call interrupts. For a second, he thinks it might be his dear baobei, but he stops when he sees it is his mother.
Finally! His dear Empress deigns to return his call.
However, it is not her voice that he hears on the other end.
It is labored breathing...
"Ma?"
A high-pitched giggle answers his question.
He has heard that way of laughing before...
From someone who is supposed to be dead.
"Who is there? If you have done something to her..."
"Kunlun..."
Only one being has said his name with that almost mocking cadence.
Impossible.
"Gui Mian."

“Two!” says Zhao Yunlan, inanely, looking from the dicks to Shen Wei’s face and seeing guarded uncertainty there. He takes control of himself, suppressing his playful instincts. “Xiao Wei, either take off those pants or put them on, but don’t just – stand there, like you want me to conduct an exam. I never want to see you take off your clothes again as if you expect me to judge you. I’ll never do that. I don’t need to see any part of you I haven’t seen to know that I love it just as much as I love you.”

He probably would have hit the floor ass-first if it weren’t for Shen Wei, looming up out of nowhere. Like a dog that inexorably turns to face its master, Shen Wei always seems to know when he’s about to arrive. So instead he face-plants against Shen Wei’s chest, miserable, hurting, and lets Shen Wei catch him. Which he does with alacrity, arms around Zhao Yunlan’s shoulders and waist, holding him up for a moment before slowly lowering him to the ground.

Or: Following the tense resolution of a case involving SID members' kidnappings, Zhao Yunlan deals with the fall-out. Fortunately he has Shen Wei there to help.