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Late shifts at the hospital for Luocha weren’t very often. He never really needed to stay late considering that his coworkers could handle any late shifts that were needed. However, tonight Natasha nor Bailu were available, so the blond had to take over.

His shift at the hospital ended at around 2 am. He would have been there later, but someone else showed up to take over and the blond was able to leave.

After wrapping up any last minute business he needed to take care of, Luocha began his trek back to his apartment at around 2:30.

He would have driven home, but unfortunately his car had broken down and needed to be repaired.

He should really replace that raggedy thing. The blond has had the same car for almost ten years and it’s just been deteriorating.

The walk from the hospital to his apartment wasn’t extremely far, maybe about ten minutes. Though, Luocha was extremely tired, so it would definitely feel much longer than it should.

The street lamps were Luocha’s only source of light during his walk. The city was strangely quiet tonight, normally it would still be congested with cars and people. But right now, it was just him and the night sky.

Suddenly, the blond was very aware of a figure leaning against the wall of a building. He stopped walking and squinted his eyes, trying to discern whether he recognized them or not, but they were away from the streetlight.

Well great, it seems he has a fifty fifty chance of either getting kidnapped or being left alone.

Luocha didn’t want to risk it, but it wasn’t like he could just turn around and find another route. The doctor was extremely tired and he really didn’t feel like taking a longer path.

Just as he was about to take another step, the figure flicked open what seemed to be a lighter, and Luocha was able to get a glimpse of their face.

Oh fuck.

It was the one man Luocha never wanted to see again: SWAT Team Commander Jing Yuan.

After their little… altercation last month (Luocha may or may not have “accidentally” gotten caught up in a drug deal that the commander and his team were investigating), he never wanted to see Jing Yuan again.

And now look at what happened. Said man was leaning against a building smoking a cigarette, right on Luocha’s path home.

The blond watched as Jing Yuan held the lighter up to the cigarette in his mouth, sparking it up. Then, the flame from the lighter was extinguished, and Jing Yuan was bathed in darkness once more.

The most logical solution would be to simply turn around and find another route to get home so he wouldn’t have to deal with the one man he really didn’t want to see. However, it was already so late at night and Luocha just wanted to get back to his apartment as soon as possible and go to sleep.

It’s fine, maybe he can sneak past. It was pretty dark after all.

The doctor immediately knew that was the dumbest idea he had ever had. The streetlight was right there and there was no way he was going to get close to Jing Yuan.

Whatever. Hopefully the agent will just ignore him.

Luocha took a deep breath and resumed walking, silently praying that Jing Yuan wouldn’t recognize him. He only managed to make it three steps further before a voice called out to him.

“Dr. Luocha? Fancy seeing you this late at night, haven’t quit with your suspicious mannerisms yet?”

The blond doctor froze. He internally cursed the Aeons above for landing him in this position. Well, now that Jing Yuan had noticed him, there was no way he could just ignore the man lest he make himself look even more suspicious.

Luocha turned his head reluctantly to the direction in which the agent’s voice came from. He could at least see him better from this angle. “Commander Jing,” the blond acknowledged the other man, keeping his tone neutral. “I suppose you’ve been keeping tabs on me to see if I’ve behaved?”

Jing Yuan snorted, “Not exactly. Though I trust you have? It’d be a shame to have to detain you again.”

The doctor narrowed his eyes just a fraction, the nerve of this man! “No need to worry, I’ve been a model citizen since we last saw each other.” Yeah, if “model citizen” meant avoiding Jing Yuan at any cost. “And before you say anything, I’m out late due to work.”

The agent took a drag of the cigarette, allowing the smoke to exit from his mouth before he responded, “I see. You work at the Xianzhou Hospital, yes?”

Of course he knew where Luocha worked. It’s as though nothing could escape this man’s knowledge.

“Correct,” the blond replied warily.

“Impressive.”

Luocha tilted his head, a bit surprised by that answer. He honestly expected it to be more… sardonic. And yet, it sounded like Jing Yuan said that with no trace of teasing or mockery. Just a genuine… compliment?

“…Thank you, Commander,” was his response.

The agent waved a hand, “No need for that. I’m off duty, just Jing Yuan is fine.”

Jing Yuan… just the name alone makes Luocha’s heart quicken slightly. Gods, he knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way for someone who’s put him in handcuffs before, but it’s not like he can control it. Blame his taste in men. And his thing for those in a position of authority.

What can Luocha say? He’s only a man.

The blond let out a slow exhale, giving the agent a small nod “…Of course. Just ‘Jing Yuan’.”

It was quiet between the two men once more, with Jing Yuan quietly smoking his cigarette and Luocha staring at the former as though he were an illusion that the blond could dissipate at will.

The agent then tilted his head in curiosity and eyed Luocha, “Why are you standing so far away? Come closer, I’m not planning to arrest you if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

The younger tensed, only now realizing the distance between them. If he were being honest, he really didn’t trust Jing Yuan. Not after what happened during their last meeting.

Luocha can still remember the cold feeling of the hard wall of the warehouse against his body and the barrel of a gun pressed against his back.

Regardless, he walked towards Jing Yuan until he was standing next to the latter. Luocha leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed, he wasn’t going to let his guard down.

The blond watched as the agent continued to smoke, the smell of the cigarette making him want to gag. Being a doctor, it affected him much more than it should.

“That’s not healthy for you,” Luocha blurted suddenly. Jing Yuan looked at him in slight surprise before he chuckled, “Of course the doctor would tell me that.”

Luocha grimaced when he heard the agent’s reply. Of course he would just shrug him off like that. What a stubborn and careless man…

Luocha sighed and responded in a somewhat irritated tone, “And yet, it seems as though you don’t care.”

Jing Yuan shrugged, “I don’t make a habit of doing it often.”

“Still not healthy,” Luocha retorted. He was still a doctor, even when off the clock. He can’t help but nitpick the unhealthy habits of others, even if he’s not getting paid for it.

The blond paused before adding, “Besides, it’s late at night. Most people would be thinking about going home to rest by now, not loiter at the side of the street smoking.”

The agent turned his head to look at the younger, a lazy smile playing at his lips. “I’m not feeling very tired at the moment. Which is unusual, considering while at work the only thing I want to do is sleep,” he mused.

Luocha’s face soured slightly as he looked at the older man, specifically that smile he had.

Gods, he hated that cocky bastard. Luocha was a little pissed that the commander seemed so relaxed right now.

The doctor tried to keep his tone indifferent as he replied, “I suppose that even the laziest person can be subjected to bouts of restlessness.”

“It appears so.”

The two stood in silence for a few long moments, with the only sounds being the crickets chirping and their breathing. Finally, Luocha couldn’t take the awkward quietness and decided to speak up once more, “How long are you going to stay out here?”

Jing Yuan hummed in thought, “I’m unsure. Perhaps whenever I get tired of standing outside.”

Luocha’s mouth flattened into a line as the older man spoke. The answer to his question was one he'd expected, but that didn’t stop the irritation which was slowly rising.

The doctor let out a huff, and his annoyance was a little clearer in his voice as he spoke, “So you’re just going to loiter out here till you decide to go home?”

“Maybe.”

Luocha frowned and proceeded to quietly fiddle with the lining of his coat pockets. He doesn’t understand why he hadn’t just gone home, it’s not like the doctor wanted to talk to this man. No, he practically hated Jing Yuan.

So then why hadn’t he walked away yet?

“Is this your typical way to unwind after work? Standing at the side of the street smoking a cigarette?” Luocha asked, the slightest hint of disdain creeping into his voice.

Jing Yuan chuckled. “You’re still on about that?” he asked lightheartedly. The blond rolled his eyes, “Of course I am. As a healthcare professional, it’s my responsibility to remind you that smoking is extremely unhealthy no matter how little you do it.”

The agent only hummed in response.

Luocha had to bite back a frustrated sigh. Why couldn’t he get through to this man and his unhealthy habits? The younger wanted to argue more, but his shoulders sagged in defeat. He clearly will have to switch tactics to get the other man to listen.

Luocha stepped closer and leaned over to try and snatch the cigarette out of Jing Yuan’s hand, but he tripped over the other man’s foot and stumbled forward.

Before he could crash to the ground, Jing Yuan caught him immediately by the waist, holding the cigarette in his other hand high and away from Luocha’s reach.

Luocha’s hands automatically gripped Jing Yuan’s shoulders to stop himself from completely falling, which ended up with him being pressed flush against the commander’s chest.

They were way too close.

The blond’s face was so close to the agent’s that he could see how thick the other man’s eyelashes were. He could see every little detail about the older’s features, the way those golden eyes stared at the doctor intensely and how his lips were parted just slightly.

“You should be more careful…” came Jing Yuan’s voice, just slightly hoarse.

Luocha should have pulled away. Should have apologized and pretended this never happened, but he didn’t.

Instead, the blond continued to stare into the agent’s eye, noticing that the man’s pupil had dilated.

“And you need to stop smoking…” Luocha shot back, trying to ignore the way his heart was thumping within his chest.

Luocha didn’t know who closed the gap between them, but their lips met and tongues melded together. The blond could taste the cigarette smoke in Jing Yuan’s mouth. Normally he would’ve gagged at the flavor, but for some twisted reason, Luocha found that he didn’t mind it.

Maybe because he was savoring it from Jing Yuan’s tongue.

The two men finally pulled away after what seemed like hours of making out, and the agent stomped out his cigarette before either of them said a word.

Then, Jing Yuan took Luocha’s hand and began dragging him to the entrance of the building they were standing in front of. The doctor furrowed his brows, “Where are you—?”

“This is my apartment,” the older interrupted. Considering that the blond didn’t protest or say no, Jing Yuan continued to drag him until they reached his apartment room.

The second the door shut behind them, the agent pounced onto Luocha once more. Their lips crashed against each other as their tongues made home against one another. They were connected all during their trip to the older man’s bedroom, and finally when Luocha’s knees hit the bed frame, he was shoved back onto the soft sheets.

Jing Yuan nipped at Luocha’s bottom lip before slowly moving downwards to the latter’s neck. It felt like gasoline to the flames burning within the doctor’s body, making them rise higher until he could feel nothing but heat.

Hands tear off clothing until the two of them are completely naked, nothing to hide the ever present arousal between both men. Jing Yuan’s teeth met Luocha’s neck, and the latter hissed at the feeling of being bit. “Don’t– Don’t leave marks, you bastard..” he groaned lowly. The blond didn’t want to go through the hassle of trying to cover up any hickeys once he woke the next day.

The silver haired man didn’t say a word, instead licking the bruise apologetically. He continued to kiss over Luocha’s neck, this time being mindful to not leave behind any marks.

It was sickening how disappointed the doctor felt despite being the one to make the request.

“Will you hurry it up?” Luocha gasped, he was getting impatient. His cock dripped with precum, how he was already so worked up, he wouldn’t be able to say.

Jing Yuan laughed against his neck, a low sound which reverberated throughout Luocha’s whole body, “Be patient, you’re not some slut are you?”

The blond should not have gotten aroused from that, those harsh words should not have turned him on. But they did, and shamefully so. He swallowed down a whimper which threatened to spill out of his throat.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Jing Yuan straightened up and pulled open a bedside drawer and took out a small bottle. He popped open the lid and squeezed out a very liberal amount of lube. Once his fingers were slicked with the thick substance, he circled a finger over Luocha’s rim. The latter stiffened at the feeling, “Fuck, don’t tease—”

And before he could even finish his sentence, Jing Yuan slid the digit inside. A moan punched itself from out of Luocha’s chest, and he gripped the sheets beneath his hands. It felt so good, but he needed more.

“More– fuck, more please–” he murmured as the single finger thrusted in and out of his hole. 

The agent shoved in a second finger while remarking, “Impatient, are we?”

“Shut up.”

Jing Yuan huffed out a laugh before scissoring his fingers to loosen the tight muscle. Luocha whined and attempted to fuck himself back against the calloused digits. He knows this is bad, getting in bed with the very man who he claimed he hated just five minutes ago. But really, who can blame him?

Said man was way too fucking hot for the doctor to resist.

Burning gold met sharp emerald as the silver haired agent removed his fingers, soon to replace them with something much larger.

Luocha watched hungrily as Jing Yuan lubed his cock in preparation for what was to come. After a couple of seconds he felt the head press against his rim, and the blond let out an honest to god mewl when he felt the thickness begin to penetrate his body.

“Fuck, you’re tight..” Jing Yuan grunted out. Luocha could only clench around the length, and that just caused the agent to moan. Once he had bottomed out, Jing Yuan gave the both of them time to adjust.

Luocha however, decided to be a bitch, and wrapped his legs around the older man’s torso, squeezing his thighs. The agent groaned and held the younger man’s legs, “You’re teasing me. Quit playing your little games, doctor. It’s dangerous.”

"Dangerous?" Luocha asked, his expression perfectly innocent. He tilted his head, and his eyes looked so sincere as he gazed at Jing Yuan, blinking owlishly at him. "Whatever do you mean?"

His thighs pressed in, gripping a little tighter. "I would never tease such an... upstanding agent. Such a... respectable, noble man..." How he managed to say that with a straight face, he can't even comprehend.

It seemed as though the older man’s patience was already wearing thin, this may have been his last straw. He pulled out until just the head of his dick remained inside, before thrusting forward at a punishing pace.

Luocha didn’t even have time to become accustomed to this sudden roughness, and a loud cry of surprise, pain, and pleasure all mixed into one released from his throat.

It felt as though he were melting into the bed, bones becoming jelly and muscles losing all shape and form. It numbed the doctor’s mind until he thought of nothing but the cock currently pounding his insides and how fucking good that felt.

One of the agent’s hands gripped Luocha’s hips and the other tangled itself within his golden locks, tugging at them so that his neck was bared like an offering to a deity.

And perhaps Jing Yuan was a deity. A powerful, merciless being who may have the power to suck the rot right out of his bloodstream. But Luocha would rather bite and scratch like a dog before allowing the man to ever get so intimately entangled with himself.

Jing Yuan paused in his thrusting and reached over to the nightstand. Luocha watched hazily as the agent picked up the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. He then felt around for a lighter, and once his fingers closed around the one that had been discarded during their earlier lust filled frenzy, he flicked it open and lit the cigarette.

At first, the blond was confused and mildly disgruntled. Why would the older man stop fucking him just for a smoke? But then, Jing Yuan stroked Luocha’s bottom lip and pulled it down, a signal for him to open his mouth.

Luocha doesn’t know why he complied, maybe he was much too desperate to be fucked again that he would do anything to have the silver haired man continue, but he obediently opened up.

Before he could even protest, Jing Yuan pressed the cigarette against the doctor’s tongue. The smoky taste enveloped his mouth and he wanted to cough, but something told him to hold on. To be good.

The agent’s golden eyes darkened with lust, a cruel smile making its way onto his lips. “Gods, you’re adorable. Hold onto this for me, alright?”

The blond only closed his lips around the cigarette, a nonverbal agreement.

He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, he should spit it out and just walk out of here. Forget all of this. But shit, this really turned Luocha on in some fucked up way.

Jing Yuan resumed thrusting at a rough speed, forcing the younger to clamp his lips down around the cigar in order to not moan and drop it. He heard Jing Yuan chuckle hoarsely, “Look at you. Scolding me for smoking and yet you eagerly took the very thing you hate so easily. Honestly, it’s very cute.”

Somehow, Luocha found the energy to glare at the man currently fucking him with every inch of his life. Okay yes, he was being a hypocrite, but it was hardly his fault! He just couldn’t find it in himself to say no to whatever Jing Yuan wanted.

And he supposed the older was right, in a way. He hated cigarettes, and he hated Jing Yuan even more. Yet he was taking both as if he were addicted.

Ironic, no?

It was getting hard to breathe. Just because Luocha allowed the agent to put a cig in his mouth didn’t mean he’d actually smoke it.

The blond doctor tapped the other man’s shoulder, causing the latter to slow down. “Something the matter?”

Luocha only wiggled the cigarette with his mouth, causing Jing Yuan to chuckle and remove it. “Poor thing, didn’t want to breathe it in?” His voice was slightly mocking, and it caused the younger to clench his jaw.

The agent must have sensed his irritation, for he put the cigarette out on the sheets themselves and petted the blond’s cheek as he continued thrusting, “That’s alright. Don’t want our precious doctor getting lung cancer, no?”

Luocha opened his mouth to snap back, but it was at that moment that Jing Yuan’s cock hit that perfect spot which made him see stars. He cried out loudly, no doubt waking the neighbors.

Oh well, that’ll be Jing Yuan’s problem anyway.

The agent lifted the doctor’s head and their lips clashed messily, teeth clacking and saliva dripping. Luocha could only kiss back eagerly.

The knot within the blond’s stomach grew tighter, and he gave a feeble warning, “Gods— I’m gonna— fuck ‘m gonna cum—”

His release spurted over their chests and stomachs, white staining pale skin.

Jing Yuan did not cease his movements, in fact he began thrusting much harder if that were even possible. The younger man could feel the overstimulation begin to set in, and he arched his back.

“No fuck— Jing Yuan gods— Stop—”

But despite his words, Luocha didn’t want him to stop. It felt so good but in such a painful way. His toes curled at the feeling.

The agent was now nearing his own climax, and Luocha could feel it in the way his rhythm stuttered and how he breathed heavily.

A sudden warmth spread through the blond’s body as he was filled. His grip on Jing Yuan’s shoulder tightened, nails digging into the man’s scarred skin.

He felt the older collapse on top of him and roll over so as to not crush the doctor beneath his weight. Luocha’s eyes fluttered shut, and he succumbed to sleep.

He should probably leave, but the inviting warmth of the bed and the man next to him was much too tempting to deny.

Sunlight streamed through the windows as Luocha slowly returned to the waking world.

He was immediately aware of the fact that the sheets beneath his naked body were not of his bed. As memories slowly returned, he flushed red.

He slept with the same fucking man who arrested him a month ago. What the fuck.

He was also still in said man’s bed.

Gods, he really screwed up, didn’t he?

But it’s not like he could blame the other man either. Everything they had done was consensual, so in some way Luocha had wanted it.

The next thing he realized was that something was burning.

Luocha jumped out of the bed and quickly threw on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. He didn’t know whether they were his, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

He ran out of the room to the direction in which the burning smell was coming from, which led to the kitchen.

And instead of seeing a fire as the doctor feared, he instead found a specific SWAT agent burning eggs on a stove.

The same man who had made him cry and moan with pleasure just the night before was now burning food like an incompetent idiot.

Luocha really was questioning the choices he made to get here.

“What are you doing?”

Jing Yuan turned his head at the sound of Luocha’s concerned voice and he smiled, “Breakfast.”

Luocha grimaced, “That looks nothing like breakfast.”

The older gave an awkward laugh, “It’s coming along.”

The blond walked over to the stove and looked down at the eggs that had been burnt to a crisp within the pan. His shoulders sagged, “This better be for yourself, because I’m not staying for breakfast.”

Jing Yuan inclined his head, “Why is that?”

“I’ve already overstayed my welcome.”

That was a good enough excuse. Luocha was not about to admit the little pinpoint of warmth in his chest that he was utterly terrified of. He didn’t want it growing.

Feelings are dangerous, especially with a man like Jing Yuan.

“Nonsense, at least stay for breakfast. I wouldn’t send you out on an empty stomach,” the agent protested.

The doctor sighed, it seems as though he won’t be getting out of this anytime soon.

He took the pan and walked to the trash, dumping the burnt eggs into it, “Fine. But at least let me cook. There is no way you’re going to be eating this.”

Jing Yuan smiled, “Alright then.”

And Luocha very much tried to ignore the sweet sensation bubbling up within his heart.

He couldn’t, he’s supposed to hate the man.

But for some reason, his lips morphed into a smile of their own, and he felt relaxed.

Oh well, perhaps he could go back to hating Jing Yuan after he leaves.