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You're dislocated//Don't be like that//
And you smile when you dive in//Like you're never coming back

Zhao Yunlan vs. Filing and Shen Wei vs. Technology.

Shen Wei considers how to stop being late.

“I’m what Da Qing likes to describe as ‘especially tenacious’ when I’m in heat, even more so when I have a specific Alpha in mind,” Yunlan tells him, casual.

(Or, three times Shen Wei helps Zhao Yunlan through his heat.)

Zhao Yunlan wants to improve relations with Dixing.

A one-shot type of thing

This stupidly took a few hours to write and it's not even 300 words...or I thought. Ok, here:

This stupidly took a few hours to write and it is barely over 300 words.

Happy Birthday Yu

Zhao Yunlan’s father tries to send him on a blind date.

Zhao Yunlan doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend. He does, however, have a Shen Wei.

Kunlun was sitting sideways on Zhao Yunlan’s leather couch, reading a magazine.

The pendant is smooth against the skin of his thumb.

Ye Zun did not sit idly in his pillar. Instead, he tried to bring his people to the light.

Before Zhao Yunlan could move towards it, before he could even say goodbye, the portal roared and Ye Zun was sucked inside.

“What do you think about officially recruiting Professor Shen to the Special Investigation Department as a consultant?” Zhao Yunlan was lying on the office couch with one foot propped on the edge of the table, chewing idly on an empty lollipop stick.

After finding files on the SID in Shen Wei’s apartment, there’s nothing for it but to search his office, too.

“I want you to. Come on, fuck me right now, I’ll sleep through it all,” Zhao Yunlan says and it’s utter nonsense. But as he speaks he grinds his leg against Shen Wei’s cock and it hurts with how quickly he swells and responds. The way Zhao Yunlan speaks makes it sound so possible, like of course Shen Wei can fuck his sleeping lover.

"Whatever. If you really have a death wish, you can try out tomorrow in the gym after school,” he said. “I’ll put your name down.”

Changcheng released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and smiled. “Thank you!” he said. As he was at the door, he turned back. “Oh, by the way, what’s your name?” he asked. “And what class are you in?”

“Chu Shuzhi,” the boy said, looking back over his shoulder. His expression could loosely be called something halfway between annoyance and disbelief. “We’re in the same class, dumbass. I sit behind you.”

Shen Wei brings one hand up and starts petting at Zhao Yunlan’s face, nearly poking him in the eye. Zhao Yunlan gets out his phone and shines the torch on him. Shen Wei yelps and tries to cover his eyes, knocking the phone out of Zhao Yunlan's hand in the process. It hits the ground, clattering against something hard, and the light goes out. “Sorry,” Shen Wei says sheepishly.

A suspicion begins to dawn. “Fuck, are you drunk?”