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Wu Xie was never invited to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Directions for him to stay away had been issued by his second uncle, his lover, his ex-boyfriend the Guardian of humanity's immortal souls, and a fellow former employee of Warehouse 11. Pangzi acknowledged this would cause trouble, and Pangzi's word was gold, as the expert on all Trouble starting with Tianzhen. Wu Xie was less invited than resentful fairies at a princess's birthday party.

But what is being uninvited but a chance to be a surprise?

Pangzi hissed to Wu Xie out of the side of his mouth, "I thought Jia Sidao put Consort Li's head in a gold box."

"Grandfather said he found it, and it was a lacquer box. You know how stories change. Anyway, it was cursed, so the family couldn't hold on to it, and I don't think Zhang Da Fo-ye had even thought of the warehouse yet, so Grandfather made a deal with some shady-sounding exorcist from the…" Wu Xie looked up slowly as Zhao Yunlan cleared his throat and smiled. "…Ershu called you the Lord Guardian? The same as this Guardian Order my grandfather was working with?"

"That's what I always liked about you. Cute and smart."

(...) with no concern for their surroundings, he wrapped his arms around the black-cloaked figure, who was feared and revered by all, and pulled him into a hug. In a hoarse rasp, he said, “Just come home.”

(Volume 3, Chapter 6)

The story of how Chu Shuzhi and Guo Chagncheng finally did something about their wierd feelings.

It was a new day at SID. Everything was more or less the same as it ever was. Chu Shuzhi wanted to pay his debt to Guo Changcheng. He'd done what he had to do to keep Guo Changcheng where he was meant to be. Guo Changcheng would bleed himself dry to save someone else. Repayment could start with one small gesture.

Zhao Yunlan wants to be drank from too.

Continuation of 'The Guardian', the Chinese drama series...

Zhao YunLan lives his new life as the wick of the guardian lantern. Every day, he burnt mercilessly inside the lamp so that he can provide a better life for the DiXing people.

Until one day, an unusually beautiful comet passing him. Zhao YunLan recklessly makes wishes, which are brought into reality.

But what going to happen if every wish has its consequence?

Maybe none of that happened. Maybe they're both in the hut, or in Dragon City, and Zhao Yunlan is not actually dying at the bottom of some mountain in the middle of nowhere.

"Fine, you work and I'll just do this—" Zhao Yunlan continues to unbutton the shirt, and then lies down with his face in Shen Wei's lap, pressing his forehead against Shen Wei's bare stomach. "You're so cold. This is heaven."

Zhao Yunlan may be exhausted, but he's not this exhausted.

By the time the battle was over, high above the streets of Dragon City, Shen Wei's face was pale—so pale that one might think the blood streaming through Zhao Yunlan's fingers was his. Zhao Yunlan chuckled, though the sound was a little hoarse even in his own ears.

"It's not that bad, Shen-laoshi," he said lightly as he sat down rather abruptly atop the flat roof of the abandoned building. Objectively, he knew that Shen Wei was already aware of that, but it seemed like he might need the words to ground him a little. That he might need to hear the sound of Zhao Yunlan's voice.

Well, Zhao Yunlan was always happy to spout bullshit at him. This time, the bullshit even so happened to be true.

Shen Wei arrived home to find the air conditioner broken, the windows open wide, and Zhao Yunlan flopped naked on his back on the bed with his lips wrapped around something long and red.

Da Qing is stalking his most formidable prey... or so he thinks.

"Oh heavens, Xiao Wei, you look so beautiful right now."

The words slip out before he can stop them, and he's already mentally scolding himself for saying the least helpful thing when he registers Shen Wei's reaction—eyes wide, lips parted, suddenly so entirely unguarded that Zhao Yunlan forgets how to breathe.

Maybe he shouldn't always believe himself, but this opens up so many tantalizing possibilities that he can't help quipping, "If this is a dream, can I just magic away your clothes?"

It's as hot as it is frustrating that Kunlun is wrapped in layers of perfectly arranged fabric while casually doing this to Zhao Yunlan.

"I didn't say it was your dream."

Shen Wei's experience in the pocket dimension is a lot different from Zhao Yunlan's. First of all, it features a lot more fucking. Also there's the fact that each dimension has one more incarnation of Zhao Yunlan doing the fucking. Will poor Shen Wei's dick hold out long enough for him to escape? Such great peril!

An exploration of what might have happened after the events of the bonus chapter where Chu Shuzhi interrupts Guo Changcheng's blind date.
Skip to chapter three for the actual smut!

Zhao Yunlan snags the seat across the table from him and leans in, familiar and intimate. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" he asks, simply to see Shen Wei blush.

There it is—a faint hint of redness along the exquisite curve of his ears. Zhao Yunlan doesn't hide the smirk that comes to his mouth at the sight of it. Making Shen Wei blush will never get old, no matter how many times he does it.

Or, Zhao Yunlan likes to pester Shen Wei.

The god who had brought them into existence didn't seem to remember that there were two of them and one of them had been left behind.
He could feel that piece of his heart that he tried to keep alive even when he himself was not a living being, slowly dying inside his chest, even when it was beating so hard like he had never felt before.

Zhao Yunlan gets himself nearly killed, yet again. Shen Wei is there to make him better, yet again. And if healing Zhao Yunlan is suspiciously close to sucking him off...well, that's just the price that must be paid.

Da Qing is very, very bored at work. Bored enough to write haiku.