Give the MRIAD boys a drunk hook up first meeting.
With work the next day and bills piling up, Lu Yao knew he shouldn’t have had the third glass of baijiu. Much less the second glass of Laphroaig. Or whatever was in the glass the very handsome man next to him had slid over.
But it was only because of that last glass that Lu Yao ignored the voice in his head telling him that this charming man, dressed so richly sharp and fine that Lu Yao was envious, was dangerous. But even without that voice, it was written so plainly in the cut of his jaw, the arch of his brows, and the sharp slash of his smile. Even through Lu Yao’s suit jacket, the man’s hand was broad and warm.
Lu Yao wasn’t entirely sure he swung that way, he’d only ever dated women. But as the man stepped closer, his lips just brushing the shell of Lu Yao’s ear, the smell of his aftershave washing over him, Lu Yao let himself go.
After all, Lu Yao came from a long line of scholars and how could he say he wasn’t into something without trying it first? It would be a dishonor to his ancestors to claim to know something without study first. At least, that was what the alcohol told him.
So Lu Yao let himself be lead away, following broad shoulders and a slim waist.
When Lu Yao, at last, fell back against soft cotton sheets, the alcohol had started to wear thin. Lu Yao opened his mouth to suggest that maybe he should leave, but instead found himself kissed to within an inch of his life. Never had he kissed someone that made his toes curl and body shiver. Never had he wanted to give up air so badly in order to have lips back on his again. Never had he had such reverent hands sweep over his body, as if the heat in their wake could turn his nerves to ash.
And for sure, Lu Yao had never felt so firm and strong a body under his hands in his life, and the feeling was certainly appreciated.
“Y-your name,” Lu Yao gasped out as the man bit his collarbone and Lu Yao grasped at his muscular shoulders. “What’s your name?”
“Qiao Chusheng,” he replied. “Feel free to say it as practice.”
“C-chushen-gggg...”
“Yeah...” Chusheng said with a smile against Lu Yao’s nipple before he bit it again. “Just like that.”
The rest of the night fell away in a haze Lu Yao wasn’t sure he wanted to disperse. But he was certain he’d never felt so thoroughly wrung out before. He’d also never had an orgasm that felt like a pleasurable punch to the gut.
But the next morning, Lu Yao woke up to an empty bed, youtiao on the table with coffee for breakfast, and a note telling him he was free to leave and to make sure the door was shut when he did. Lu Yao took a moment to wander the rooms of the apartment, noting the fine furniture and decorations. The thought of milking the association for all it was worth was tempting, but the sight of the clock telling Lu Yao he had only half an hour to get to work from whatever corner of Shanghai he’d ended up in dismissed the issue as he ran out of the room.
Days later, as Lu Yao left from the back of his apartment complex to avoid the police officers, a familiar face greeted him and wished him good morning. Lu Yao instinctively touched his neck where a large bruise had been left as an artifact of that night beyond his notice until a coworker pointed it out. Chusheng smirked and shifted his weight. Lu Yao took a moment to appraise his dashing figure in uniform before making an excuse and running for it.
民国奇探/My Roommate is a Detective
Qiao Chusheng/Lu Yao
Has Lemon!
Summary:
After a tough case, Lu Yao finds himself unable to sleep, the roots of worry digging far too deep. To soothe his mind, he seeks out Qiao Chusheng and gets more than he bargained for, but exactly what he wants and needs.
@sarah-yyy @stebeee
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The clock ticked on and lights moved beyond Lu Yao's window, but the late night hours continued to drag and stretch, as if the morning light dreaded itself. Lu Yao’s eyes stared at the ceiling, tracing cracks as he counted shouts and footfalls from Shanghai’s nightlife. Even reciting a textbook brought no boredom, only restlessness.
Out of desperation, Lu Yao took stock of himself. Phantom aches and a bruised lower back had already faded in the haze of relatively good medication. His stomach was full and his blanket was warm. The smell of silk sheets was comforting. His mattress was still soft and yielding in all the right ways. Furthermore, Lu Yao felt the exhaustion deep in his bones, filling his marrow. Lu Yao wondered if sleeping for a week would even be enough to alleviate just one-tenth of his exhaustion.
Thus evaluated, Lu Yao admitted to himself that logically there was nothing that should cause a lack of sleep except for being over-tired. Except perhaps, if the effects of the adrenaline from the end of their case and watching Qiao Chusheng’s final fight against so many men had not yet worn off.
At the thought of the inspector, Lu Yao’s thoughts stuttered.
For being called one of the Eight Warrior Attendants of Shanghai, Chusheng had been pushed a lot farther than Lu Yao would have liked. Cuts, abrasions, contusions, one cracked rib, several split knuckles, and one ruined waistcoat and dress shirt were the price paid for victory. Through it all, Chusheng had not let one man past him as Lu Yao ran for help with the last vital piece of evidence in his pockets.
Among other things of course.
Afterwards, Chusheng had been fine enough to wave off Lu Yao’s concerns before dismissing him as he led the clean up and post arrest report writing. The stark white of bandages against Chusheng’s tanned skin were still sharp in Lu Yao’s mind even as Chusheng pulled his new shirt closed. Lu Yao shook his head. The image lingered, burned against the back of Lu Yao’s eyeballs. The seed of unease resting in Lu Yao’s stomach finally sprouted, its roots restricting his breathing and it’s leaves determined to choke him.
“Fine!” Lu Yao declared to no one, tossing the warm blankets off his body. “If I can’t sleep, then he’s not allowed to either.”
Half an hour later, and still no less exhausted or more able to sleep, Lu Yao found himself looking up at Chusheng’s office door. The lights were still on while the doors were closed. Sighing to himself, Lu Yao walked up and peered inside to see Chusheng still shuffling papers around his desk, wincing only slightly every so often. As annoying as it was to see the inspector still hard at work, Lu Yao couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was to breathe in front of him.
“Do you always work so hard after a case where you’re nearly maimed?” Lu Yao asked as he pushed the doors open. “I ask only because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work half so hard during a case.”
“And you’re able to say that to me with a straight face?” Chusheng tossed the file in his hands to the side. “You, the man accomplished in so many fields, but he can’t be bothered to sit and read for more than thirty seconds.”
Lu Yao pointed his finger. “You’re paying me for every day I’m on a case. If I take even longer just to help you read documents, will you pay me for the extra day?” Lu Yao then blinked. “Actually, now that I say that, why haven’t I been doing that. I could have made several more silver dollars.”
“San Tu!” Chusheng jumped out of his seat and Lu Yao stepped back. “Is it necessary to come here and drive me insane this late at night?!” Chusheng ground his teeth and Lu Yao found himself staring at the working of Chusheng’s jaw before he stopped. “It is late. Why are you here?”
Lu Yao shrugged and fell into one of the chairs in front of Chusheng’s desk. “Oh… You know…”
“No, I don’t know.”
“It’s such nice weather tonight-”
“It’s cloudy.”
“-I just wanted to take a nice walk-”
“You never walk.”
“-and see my favorite police officer.”
“Your favorite.” Chusheng’s expression was surprisingly blank, but his eyes were deep. “I’ve taken on many titles for you. But this is the first time you’ve called me your favorite.”
“Should I have said I’m here to see A-dou? Salim?” Lu Yao tilted his head back, just barely in repose, and waved one of his hands about. “I warn you, competition for my favorite is tough. Even you, a Warrior Attendant of Shanghai, might not win.” Lu Yao’s smile was small. “At least Salim listens to me.”
“He does. Even when he shouldn’t.” Chusheng sat down and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you want to see them? Should I send for them?”
Lu Yao cracked an eye open, raking over the steeper slant of Chusheng’s shoulders, the shaking of his fingers, and the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. He then sat up and leaned forward. “You can’t sleep either.”
Chusheng sighed. “Not everyone is free to sleep when they want to and laze about all day or night like you.”
“You really, really, can’t sleep.” Lu Yao leaned in. “Are you so bothered by the case? You’re never this bothered after a case.”
“Shouldn’t I ask you that?” Chusheng also leaned in and raised his brows. “You got paid, I gave you every other little thing you asked for, and Youning is in the newspaper office writing up her article. What’s stopping you from sleeping?”
“Couldn’t say.” Lu Yao closed his eyes again as he leaned back.
Chusheng came around and pulled at Lu Yao’s arm. “Don’t sleep here, San Tu. Go home.”
“But you’re here.”
With his eyes closed, Lu Yao was unable to see how Chusheng’s expression softened. “I am here. But you aren’t supposed to be.”
“But you’re not at home,” Lu Yao mumbled. “Don’t send me away. I’m finally feeling better.”
Chusheng crouched down to be level with Lu Yao’s face. “Were you so worried?”
Lu Yao opened one eye to watch Chusheng. “I’ve never seen you struggle so much with so many men.”
“And I’ve never seen you run so fast.” Chusheng reached out to move the hair from Lu Yao’s brow.
Lu Yao ignored the way his heart fluttered from the gesture, but it was difficult considering how he felt more awake than ever now. “How are your wounds?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You took a beating.”
Chusheng smiled. “So that’s why you’re here.” Chusheng took one of Lu Yao’s hands and was surprised Lu Yao didn’t protest. He pressed Lu Yao’s palm against his chest. “My heart’s still beating. That’s enough, isn’t it?”
It should have been calming, the feeling of Chusheng’s heartbeat. But instead the warmth of his body, the press of calloused fingers against Lu Yao’s wrist, the dark intensity of Chusheng’s eyes, it all felt like a searing brand. Lu Yao pulled his hand back and Chusheng’s fingertips trailed over his skin, a gentle caress, careless yet careful.
“Are you satisfied now?” Chusheng asked. “Be a good Lu San Tu and go to bed.”
“I want one more thing.” Lu Yao stared at his hand and then clenched it. “I want…” Inhale, exhale. “I want a goodnight kiss.”
Chusheng’s shoulders and body moved, but his chuckle was silent. “A goodnight kiss?”
“You said you’ve already indulged me plenty. What’s one more thing?” Lu Yao said petulantly.
“San Tu, you’re not a child.” Chusheng’s expression was carefully blank.
“I’m…” Lu Yao bit his bottom lip. “I’m not asking you to kiss me goodnight like a child.”
“Then…” Chusheng cupped Lu Yao’s cheek and Lu Yao sighed with a shudder. “How should I kiss you?” Chusheng’s breath sent more shivers down Lu Yao’s spine as it moved across his cheek and ear. “Like a brother?”
“N-no…” Lu Yao’s hands and fingers gripped Chusheng’s shirtsleeves tightly. “Not like that either.”
“As a friend?”
“Do you kiss your friends?” Lu Yao asked incredulously.
“Very good friends, sometimes.” Chusheng’s lips just barely grazed the swell of Lu Yao’s cheek. “Or are you asking me to kiss you like a lover?”
Lu Yao looked away, heart pounding, ears and cheeks red. “Do you even hear yourself?”
This time, Chusheng was so close that Lu Yao could hear his chuckling. “Mister Detective, you are the only one who hasn’t noticed.”
Lu Yao sat upright. “No! You mean-”
Chusheng backed away and Lu Yao regretted his outburst immediately when he could no longer feel the warmth of Chusheng’s body. “Do you object so much?”
“Hey, hey, hey! You’re not even giving me a chance to finish!” Chusheng leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “I… I admit I haven’t thought much about it.” Chusheng remained quiet. “But… But today I really worried about you. More than any other time.” Lu Yao stood up and got into Chusheng’s space again. “So… I think I wanted to see. I wanted to see if what I’m feeling is for a friend, or…”
“Or?”
“Or something…”
“Something less?”
“How could you ever be less?”
Chusheng nodded a bit before tipping his chin up to meet Lu Yao’s gaze. “Something more?”
Lu Yao put his hands on Chusheng’s waist, the muscles warm and firm under his hands. “Haven’t you always been something more?”
“Your wallet.” Chusheng’s hands slowly moved their way up Lu Yao’s chest, only just skimming over the silk of his shirt. “Your confidant.” Chusheng’s hands were now on Lu Yao’s neck. “Your bodyguard. Your bill payer. Your provider for finer things.” Lu Yao felt the pull of Chusheng’s hands and he didn’t resist. “What more can I be for you?”
“You really want me to say it, don’t you!”
“Can’t you?” Chusheng’s thumbs caressed the shell of Lu Yao’s ears. “Say it, and it’s yours.” Chusheng pulled Lu Yao’s head down the rest of the way to rest his forehead against Lu Yao’s. “Hasn’t that always been the case?”
“I want…” Lu Yao stared into Chusheng’s eyes. “I want Chusheng.” Chusheng’s lips hovered over Lu Yao’s. “I want Chusheng to kiss me.” Lu Yao moved that scant bit more until their lips tingled with that feeling of almost. “Kiss me like I’m your lover.”
The kiss started just like how they first met: fast, heart pounding, and rough. Like Lu Yao’s words had unlocked the cage of a hungry animal and Chusheng wouldn’t rest until he’d eaten his fill. What surprised Lu Yao was not how Chusheng kissed with so much desire, but how much he kissed back with equal fervor. As Chusheng’s lips moved and nipped, as his hands wandered, Lu Yao did the same. His body tingled like the time he’d touched a live wire in Physics class.
Slowly, the kiss turned away from fulfilling hunger and turned into a method of exploration. Lu Yao hadn’t heard much about Chusheng’s reputation with women other than how there was always another one on his arm. But with the way Chusheng’s hands deftly undid his shirt before caressing the skin of his chest, Lu Yao could believe how easy it was for him to have so many lovers. At that memory, Lu Yao pulled his lips away. Chusheng kept his hands on Lu Yao’s body, but the pressure was feather light, as if he was ready to let go at a moment’s notice.
“Lu Yao?” Chusheng tried to get Lu Yao to look at him. “Lu Yao, what’s wrong?”
“I just realized I’m joining your harem,” Lu Yao said casually, as if thinking about it didn’t upset some portion of his gut. “Inspector Qiao really is so popular.”
Chusheng sighed like he was searching the depths of his patience before turning them around and pressing Lu Yao against his desk. “There is no harem. Not if there’s you. I don’t want or need anyone else.” Chusheng kissed Lu Yao again, hiking up Lu Yao’s legs and putting them around his waist. At the first press of Chusheng’s firm body against his crotch, Lu Yao realized just how aroused he was and just how far gone. “I really hope,” Chusheng said as his hands cupped Lu Yao’s face again. “That it’s the same for you.”
“Who else could there be?” Lu Yao put his arms around Chusheng’s neck to pull him back down.
The kissing continued, broken between breaths and removal of clothes. Although he’d seen Chusheng’s figure before, it was different feeling it with his hands. Tasting would have to wait as there was more ointment and bandage than there was proper skin. Chusheng was not held back by any of these things in his exploration of Lu Yao’s body. Even though Lu Yao knew every muscle, tendon, and bone, could list them all easily enough, none of them had ever felt so pleasurable before.
Then there was the sound of an ointment jar and Chusheng turned Lu Yao over, draping his body over Lu Yao’s back, whispering words of encouragement and pressing kisses down Lu Yao’s spine as his fingers worked Lu Yao’s hole open. Lu Yao could only whine and sob at the press of calloused fingers against his inner walls.
After a long while came the press of something larger and blunter than fingers. Lu Yao gasped, feeling the stretch and drag despite the numbing agents in the ointment. But Chusheng’s hands had not remained still during the slow thrust of his hips, they had found Lu Yao’s erection and gave it slow strokes.
Slowly, Chusheng worked both sides of Lu Yao’s body until his loud moans echoed in the office. Each thrust was deep and each stroke was long. Coherency had at last left Lu Yao as his fingers scrambled for something to hold, tossing papers and ledgers every which way.
On one particular thrust, Chusheng hit a spot that made Lu Yao shudder. “Prostate,” Lu Yao thought to himself before he felt his pleasure build and tumble over. He cried out in release, splattering his cum against the front of Chusheng’s desk. Chusheng’s smirk was obvious as he continued to kiss Lu Yao’s shoulder, thrust, and stroke.
Just when Lu Yao thought he’d reached his most wrung out, Chusheng groaned into Lu Yao’s shoulder and his hips stuttered. Lu Yao felt the wet warmth of Chusheng’s release and sighed as he pulled away.
His body loose and unable to support him, Lu Yao started to slide off the desk, but he was pulled up by Chusheng, leading him to a couch. Then came the sacrifice of a handkerchief or perhaps Chusheng’s discarded cravat, before the warmth of Chusheng’s body and a scratchy wool blanket.
Resting his head on Chusheng’s shoulder, Lu Yao opened his mouth to protest his feet growing cold as they stuck out of the blanket because of his positioning. Chusheng preemptively kissed Lu Yao quiet.
“Whatever you’re about to complain about can wait until later,” Chusheng mumbled. “Go the fuck to sleep.”
“How can you treat your new lover like this?!” Despite his indignant tone, Lu Yao couldn’t resist the closing of his own eyes.
Chusheng grumbled to himself and swapped their positions. The blanket shifted, and despite his collarbone being open to the air, it was warmed by Chusheng’s breath fanning across it. “Go. To. Sleep.”
With the solidness of Chusheng’s body pressing him down, Lu Yao felt sleep finally come to take him. But not before he put his own arm around Chusheng to pull him closer still.
“I really do like you, Chusheng,” Lu Yao whispered into Chusheng’s hair.
Despite feeling Chusheng’s smile against his skin, Lu Yao soon found Chusheng’s hand pressed against his mouth to keep it shut.
(The next morning, the glare of the sun through the windows was not enough to wake the sleeping pair. A-dou had come in to give a morning report, but politely closed the door quietly and stood guard instead. When they had woken up in the middle of the day, Salim had replaced A-dou while he went to pick up a late breakfast for them.)
My Roommate is a Detective
Qiao Chusheng/Lu Yao
Established relationship, lemon/smut.
Qiao Chusheng is Lu Yao’s first relationship with a man. It’s pretty safe to say he’s never met someone who can do all the things Chusheng can to him. And the worst (read: best) part is that Chusheng does it all so well.
Because for some reason I thought of Jennifer Lopez’s Do It Well and wanted to write this. May it fill in for me still working on Modern!AU...
I ain't ever met a man like that
I ain't ever fell so far, so fast
You can turn me on, throw me off track
Boy you do it, do it
You do it, do it
You're doin' it well
@sarah-yyy @stebeee
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“Do you not think Inspector Qiao is a man among men? The cut of his jaw, the sound of his laugh, the strength of his arms, even the hair on his legs...” Yan Ling had laughed to cover it up, but Lu Yao noticed her shiver. “Even his kiss to your cheek would make that woman’s heart flutter.
“Detective Lu, do you really think any other man out there can compare?”
Lu Yao had never really thought much of Yan Ling’s words before.
But the key word was “before.”
“Before” meant before knowing how strong Chusheng’s hands could be and yet how gentle. Before knowing how Chusheng’s callouses felt against the skin of his back or his cheek. Before knowing that Chusheng’s muscles weren’t just for show. Before knowing the feeling of Chusheng’s kisses and the many, many, ways that those kisses could make Lu Yao lose his mind.
Even now, as Lu Yao sat on Chusheng’s lap, he still wondered if he had underestimated the gang member turned inspector. After getting together, they hadn’t done much. Even Chusheng admitted this was his first relationship with a man as well, but that didn’t explain Chusheng’s skill.
(What would explain his skill was that Chusheng was every bit the charmer all the women of Shanghai made him out to be.)
Chusheng’s firm thighs spread Lu Yao’s legs. His mouth was hot and insistent on the skin just adjacent to Lu Yao’s starched collar. Fingers that were far more nimble than Lu Yao remembered, unbuttoned his dress shirt in moments.
It was petty, but Lu Yao tore open Chusheng’s shirt just so he wouldn’t lose face.
All he got in return was a low chuckle against the column of his throat, sending shivers up and down his spine.
“Are you that eager, San Tu?”
“Was the shirt that expensive?”
Chusheng’s broad shoulders shrugged under Lu Yao’s palms, now scrambling for purchase as Chusheng’s hands moved around his waist and up his back. “I can buy a new one.”
“D-Do you rea-r-really not have anything b-better to spend your money on?” Lu Yao stuttered out as Chusheng bit his collarbone.
“I do.” Chusheng’s hands traveled back down to squeeze Lu Yao’s ass. “He’s sitting in my lap right now.” Lu Yao yelped, but Chusheng’s smile was far more earnest than expected. “Worth every silver dollar.” Chusheng then mouthed his way down Lu Yao’s chest just to bite on a nipple, making Lu Yao cry out. “No one else I’d rather spoil.”
Lu Yao was torn between pulling Chusheng’s head closer or pushing him away as Chusheng kissed his way to the other side of Lu Yao’s chest. “Oh yeah? How spoiled do you think I am?” Lu Yao asked as Chusheng pushed the shirt off of Lu Yao’s shoulders, hands trailing down his arms with a reverence Lu Yao found familiar. It was the same careful touch that Lu Yao used with all the rare and precious valuables that he asked Chusheng for.
“So very spoiled,” Chusheng said as he took his own shirt off and cast it aside. “Look at you.” Chusheng made a point of keeping eye contact with Lu Yao as his mouth covered Lu Yao’s other nipple. Lu Yao shivered again, but whether it was from the intensity of Chusheng’s gaze or the wet suction of Chusheng’s mouth, he couldn’t say. “You’re enjoying yourself so much, but only just cling to me. Isn’t that spoiled?”
Lu Yao huffed and Chusheng’s smile grew softer. “So what do you expect me to do, sitting up here?”
“You’re the smart one. Figure it out.” Chusheng reached up and pulled Lu Yao’s face down. His eyes sparkled and Lu Yao was both jealous and charmed. “Or you could always just kiss me.”
So Lu Yao did.
It started slow, as many of their kisses did. A soft press of lips. A nip at someone’s bottom lip reciprocated. A lap of the tongue for just a taste. Lips parting. Warm breath exchanged, turning minds foggy and dizzy. And when Lu Yao emerged from the haze, panting for air, it was to the sensation of his suddenly much looser pants with Chusheng’s hands directly gripping the warm flesh of his ass again and kneading it with strong fingers.
Lu Yao retaliated by reaching for the button to Chusheng’s pants to find it already open. An aching erection, tenting Chusheng’s underwear, already waiting for his touch. Lu Yao’s fingers moved around it, memorizing the length and girth. Chusheng hummed in appreciation.
“How do you work so fast?” Lu Yao muttered into the skin of Chusheng’s neck, trying to ignore the way his chuckle felt against his lips.
“Did you even notice how long we were kissing for?” Another squeeze of Lu Yao’s ass. A tentative fingertip just brushing against Lu Yao’s hole. Lu Yao jolted, his body rocking forward, but Chusheng’s arms held him firmly as lips nipped the slender column of Lu Yao’s neck. “Easy...”
“You’re just trying to drive me crazy.” Lu Yao pulled away and tugged on Chusheng’s hair to make him meet his eyes again. “If I lose my mind, who will solve your cases for you?”
The corner of Chusheng’s lips ticked up just a bit more, just a bit sharper and a bit more wicked, before he turned them over to press Lu Yao into his bed. Lu Yao spared a moment to be impressed at the quality of Chusheng’s bed linens before Chusheng’s face loomed over his. “Don’t worry. If I take you apart, I’ll put you back together.”
“Sounds ominous.” Lu Yao put his arms around Chusheng’s neck again as he felt Chusheng tug on his pants and underwear. At the very least, Lu Yao lifted up his hips to help Chusheng ease them off. “Which medical school did you say you graduated from again?”
“The college of the streets,” Chusheng said as his fingertips trailed back up Lu Yao’s thighs before pushing them apart and slotting himself between them. “And I intend to use my lessons well.”
Lu Yao hissed as Chusheng’s naked groin rested against his before Chusheng gyrated his hips. “Never heard of them.”
Chusheng raised an eyebrow. “You’re about to,” he said before kissing his way down from Lu Yao’s brow to his navel and then swallowing Lu Yao’s dick whole.
“Fuck!”
Lu Yao’s hands immediately reached for Chusheng’s hair and tugged. Chusheng acted as if he hadn’t felt a thing and continued his ministrations. Lu Yao tugged again and that seemed to act as more of an encouragement as Chusheng sucked and licked with even more enthusiasm. Lu Yao felt a whine escape his throat before something slick prodded at his hole.
A brief memory on rectal cavity searches crossed Lu Yao’s mind before he was distracted by Chusheng sucking kisses to the vein on the underside of his dick. There came another prod before Chusheng’s finger worked its way in. Lu Yao made a face and Chusheng kissed his navel again before searching Lu Yao’s face for anything more than discomfort and surprise. Lu Yao shook his head and Chusheng continued.
It wasn’t long before Lu Yao found himself torn between wanting to thrust into Chusheng’s mouth or back on Chusheng’s fingers. Just as Lu Yao could feel his pleasure rapidly reaching the plateau, Chusheng pulled away and thrust himself into Lu Yao smoothly. Lu Yao groaned at the sensation before whining at how all other activity had stopped.
Chusheng pressed kisses all over Lu Yao’s face before starting with slow thrusts, keeping Lu Yao just on the edge of where he’d been moments ago. Lu Yao’s fingers clenched sheets and Chusheng’s arms alike as Chusheng drew everything out for what felt like forever but was probably only minutes more.
“Ch-Chusheng-ge,” Lu Yao whined. “I... I want-”
Chusheng kissed Lu Yao’s Adam’s apple. “Okay.” The single word was punctuated with a solid thrust that hit Lu Yao just right and Lu Yao moaned. Chusheng’s hand grasped Lu Yao’s erection, slick with pre-cum and sweat. “Then do it.” Chusheng thrust again, deeper and harder than last time as his hand moved and Lu Yao could feel his brain turning to mush. It could have already started leaking out of his ears for all he knew.
Chusheng thrust once more and Lu Yao screamed his release. Chusheng kissed him before he could get much louder, swallowing down the sound as he worked Lu Yao through it. With a sticky mess between them, Chusheng slowly eased up on his kiss until Lu Yao could only look at him with a dazed expression.
“Good?” Chusheng kissed Lu Yao’s cheek.
“I... Wait...” Lu Yao shifted and felt Chusheng’s erection still inside. “You-”
“Oh... still coherent?” Chusheng’s smirk grew. “Then that means you haven’t had enough yet.” Chusheng shifted his hips and Lu Yao whimpered. “A good gentleman always makes sure his partner is more than satisfied. Shall I continue?”
Lu Yao’s eyes widened. “You-”
Chusheng thrust again and Lu Yao’s head fell back, exposing his throat. Chusheng took the opportunity to press kisses to it as he continued. Lu Yao was sure he’d gone mad as he heard Chusheng say, “Don’t worry. You just finished a case. Think of this as a reward.”
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Lu Yao woke up the next morning feeling completely wrung out. He only barely managed to drag himself out of Chusheng’s bed to find Chusheng sitting completely unruffled at the table in his underwear with coffee for two already ready as he read the morning newspaper.
“You’re a monster,” Lu Yao said as he sat down gingerly. “I’ve never met a man like you.” He glared at Chusheng but there was no heat to it. “So many rounds...”
Chusheng pushed a still steaming mug in front of Lu Yao. “You never will meet another man like me.”
“Why’s that?” Lu Yao held the mug up to his nose and sniffed. Chusheng had used the good coffee for him. “Are there no men as good as you?”
“Oh I’m sure there are,” Chusheng said without looking up from his newspaper. “I just won’t let you meet them.”
“How will you do that?”
“Trade secret.”
Lu Yao looked from Chusheng’s nonchalant face to his coffee mug and back again. “I’m not awake enough to tell if you’re joking or not.” Lu Yao chugged his coffee, ignoring the way it burned. “I’m going back to bed,” he said as he got up slowly.
“Should I join you?”
Lu Yao’s cheeks turned pink. “O-Of course not!”
“Right, I’ll be there after I finish this article.”
MRIAD Chuyao - Occasions for couple wear and everyone stares at that as they turn up in the same prints/colours but they're like what are you looking at, nope we aren't dressed differently than normal, are we?
The entire police station watched as Qiao Chusheng walked in, dressed sharp, handsome, and dashing as usual. Not a hair out of place, everything tailored to perfection, colors tasteful and patterns simple.
But one thing felt just out of place.
It was not his expression, his actions, or his smile. Chusheng was as diligent and serious about his work as ever.
It was only after Lu Yao had been called to the station that something clicked.
Lu Yao was also one to typically dress up with class and expensive taste. Today his dress shirt was a deep navy with expensive silver thread embroidery of peach blossoms around the collar and at his cuffs. His vest was also a staple gray, but the pinstripes were eye catching.
Lu Yao greeted everyone with his usual fanfare and japes, and it was after he greeted Adou and left for Chusheng’s office that Salim spoke up.
“Adou... Wasn’t Inspector Qiao wearing the same vest?”
“Huh?” Adou blinked and furrowed his brow. “Now that you mention it, I suppose it was similar. My mind was stuck on something else though.”
“What did you notice?”
“The color of Detective Lu’s shirt. And the embroidery... Didn’t it look like the scarf around Sir Qiao’s neck?”
“What are you two sitting around for?!” Chusheng’s voice suddenly pierced the air and Adou and Salim stood at attention. “Adou, here’s a witness. Bring them for a statement. Salim, Lu Yao wants you to go here and look for clues something shaped like this, he drew it here for you.” Adou and Salim accepted the slips of paper, but carefully tried to peer at Chusheng’s scarf. The shade of blue and the embroidered pattern they suspected were there.
“Um, Inspector... about your scarf...” Salim started, but his voice tapered off as Chusheng glared at him.
“It’s a scarf. What about it? Are you waiting for an invitation to do your jobs? GO!”
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Lu Yao watched as Chusheng casually walked back into the office, but his eyes were fixed on the scarf that matched his shirt.
“So, was it too obvious?” Lu Yao asked. “Did they notice?”
Chusheng sat at his desk and rubbed his face. “They kept staring at the scarf.”
“Oh? Should we have picked something different?” Lu Yao smiled and sat across from Chusheng. “It is just a three month anniversary, after all. There was no need to be so forward.”
“This is only something forward to people as observant as you are,” Chusheng said without removing his hands.
“But, you have to admit...” Lu Yao gently pulled Chusheng’s hands away from his face. “I look good in it. Worth every silver dollar.”
Chusheng sighed, but Lu Yao watched his pupils dilate. “Yeah... worth every...” Chusheng reached out to fist his hand in the delicate silk. “Single...” Lu Yao felt Chusheng’s pull and didn’t resist. “Penny...” Chusheng’s lips were so close, Lu Yao could already taste them.
They drew closer and closer still.
“Sir Qiao!”
The two pulled apart quickly, with Lu Yao straightening out his shirt by patting out the wrinkles and Chusheng cleared his throat.
“Come in!”
“The witness is here!”
Chusheng hooked a finger into his scarf and adjusted it. Lu Yao watched the motion with hungry eyes. “Right. take him to the interrogation room. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
Lu Yao dusted off his hands. “I’ll come too.” Once the officer had left, Lu Yao turned to Chusheng with a smile. “Happy three months!”
Chusheng sighed, rolled his eyes, and pulled Lu Yao in for that kiss. The witness could wait one more minute.
Qiao Chusheng stepped in to see Lu Yao’s panic stricken face as his sister held a gun to her own head.
“Qiao-ge!” Lu Yao ran over and tugged on his arm. “You have to stop them!”
“What are they doing?” Chusheng watched carefully as Irene put the gun down on the table.
“They’ve gone crazy!”
Chusheng picked up the gun. “Oh... Playing Russian roulette? What’s the wager?”
Bai Youning crossed her arms. “Lu Yao. Whoever lives gets to take him.”
Chusheng eyed Lu Yao carefully. “Then I’ll get in on this game too.”
Everyone around the table sat up. “What?!”
“Lao Qiao, no!” Lu Yao reached for the gun, but Chusheng easily pressed it to his head and pulled the trigger several times in succession. He smirked.
“Guess this means I win.” Chusheng tossed the gun on to the table then grabbed Lu Yao’s wrist. “Come on, you’re coming with me.”
“You’re crazy!” Lu Yao shouted as he was dragged off. “Where are you taking me?”
“Home.” Chusheng smiled. “Because I won and now you’re mine.” He turned back to Irene. “By the way,” Chusheng said. “Next time you shouldn’t play such dirty tricks. But if you do...” Chusheng smiled and fired a finger gun at Irene. “I’ll still win and get to keep Lu Yao.”
As Chusheng walked away, Lu Yao in tow, Youning put the gun back into her purse. “Looks like you’ve lost Lu Xiaojie.” She stood up and dusted off her skirt. “Just be a gracious loser this time, hm?”
民国奇探/My Roommate is a Detective
Qiao Chusheng/Lu Yao (Pre-relationship)
Takes place in Ep 22, mild spoilers.
Summary:
Qiao Chusheng knows how he feels, but he hasn’t been able to say it to Lu Yao. It’s only when Jiang Zhiqing tries to take Lu Yao away that Chusheng makes his position known.
Basically what I wished we saw in Ep 22 instead of just finding out after the fact that QCS decided to be a badass and singlehandedly prevented the abduction of Lu Yao.
@sarah-yyy @stebeee
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When Mr. Bai had said not to be worried about Jiang Zhiqing, Qiao Chusheng had agreed. It was one less thing to worry about and he wasn’t keen on sending anyone to stake out the Heping Hotel, much less doing it himself. However, it was while writing the after-case report with Lu Yao after his visit to Mr. Bai that Chusheng realized he might not have a choice.
“Must you look for every flaw in my report?” Lu Yao whined. “I have an appointment tonight.”
“Where is it? I’ll drive you so you won’t be late… San Tu, how did you graduate from Cambridge if you can’t even remember that this is the wrong character for this word?” Chusheng pointed at a spot in the report.
Lu Yao rolled his eyes. “One, I’m going to the Heping Hotel. Two, that is the right character. You probably thought it was this one.” Lu Yao snatches up the pen and scribbles another character in the margins. “And that one is wrong. I’ve seen you use it plenty, but it’s slang.”
At the mention of the Heping Hotel, Chusheng froze as Lu Yao went on his usual rant about Chusheng’s education or potential lack thereof. “The Heping Hotel? You’re going to the Heping Hotel?”
“What’s wrong with the Heping Hotel?” Lu Yao pushed the report back at Chucheng. “It’s just dinner with a family friend.”
“Who’s the friend?” Chusheng leaned in.
Lu Yao also leaned in, his eyes sparked in that special way of his when he was happy to get a rise out of Chusheng. “Why? Are you jealous?”
Chusheng huffed and said, “Who’d be jealous.” Chusheng determinedly ignored the part of his heart that whispered about how he was. So many cases, so many hints, so many ways of confessing, and Lu Yao had noticed none of them. Surrounding himself with beautiful women and even proposing to Tong Li had done nothing to stem the hope and the hurt.
“You sound jealous,” Lu Yao teased. “Could it be? The playboy Qiao Chusheng has fallen for me?”
Chusheng coughed, hoping his ears were just feeling warm and not turning pink after being called out. “What nonsense. You’re so quiet about your family sometimes, can you blame me for wanting to dig?”
“How about, if you tell me more about that Warrior Attendant thing, I tell you about my family friend?”
Chusheng tilted his head in thought. Lu Yao smiled. Chusheng felt temptation rising, but then pulled away. “So what time do you have to be at the hotel?”
Lu Yao seemed to pout, but hid it behind papers. “Seven.”
Chusheng bit the inside of his cheek. It was too convenient to be a coincidence. Jiang Ziqing had a dinner reservation. Lu Yao had a dinner appointment. And the two clearly knew each other. “I’ll make sure you get there,” Chusheng finally said. And I’ll get to know just what he wants out of you and Shanghai.
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After dropping off Lu Yao, Chusheng mentally evaluated the situation one more time.
Jiang Ziqing had been seen visiting Lu Yao and Lu Yao had already had dinner with him at least once. Judging by his way of address, it was possible they were family friends. Jiang Ziqing had also been seen having dinners at Heping Hotel frequently with other potential military officials the last few days. While Lu Yao wasn’t a military person, he could still, as a Cambridge graduate and master of many topics, be of use to the revolution.
Frowning, Chusheng circled around the block and hid his car before hiding in an alley to observe the hotel. Half an hour later, his patience was paid off as a group of men carried out an unconscious figure. Chusheng could recognize that figure anywhere; the shape of it, the shadows it could cast, and the way it moved. All of it was ingrained into his heart, even if he didn’t have the courage to acknowledge it all at the moment.
Lu Yao was being kidnapped.
Chusheng charged up and blocked the way to their car. The street hadn’t been empty but many bystanders could feel tensions rising as Chusheng stared down the men. They quietly slunk away to avoid the mess.
“May I ask where you’re going with my friend,” Chusheng asked, gesturing to Lu Yao’s unconscious figure. “If you’re taking him home, I can take him off your hands.”
“This is not your business, Qiao Si-ye. It’s family business,” Jiang Ziqing said as he stepped up and bowed. “I hope you and Mr. Bai can understand.”
“So, you’re all under Mr. Lu.” Chusheng returned the bow. “I’m glad someone wants to take good care of our Lu San Tu, but I cannot let you take him.”
“And what is he to you, Qiao Si-ye?” Ziqing looked at Lu Yao. “A tool? An asset? Do you think that if he marries Mr. Bai’s daughter that he’ll be under your control forever? That you’ll have leverage over Mr. Lu?”
Chusheng struggled but could not hold back his laugh. “You have quite the imagination. They’re just roommates.”
“And you? What are you to him?” Chusheng stayed silent. “I thought so. Men-”
“He’s mine,” Chusheng finally blurted out. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Chusheng rolled them to enjoy the sensation and loosen up his muscles. “You can go back to Mr. Lu and tell him Lu Yao... is mine.”
“Yours… Do you think I’m a fool?” Ziqing spit on the ground.
Chusheng smiled, sharp and deadly. “One last chance.”
“That’s my line. Who do you think you are? Do you honestly think you can stop ten men?”
“You should have brought another ten.” Chusheng shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it aside. “Since you are related to Mr. Lu and I’d like him to know my intentions, I’m not going to beat you all that badly. Just enough to go home and pass on my message.” Chusheng shrugged. “Come. Try me.”
The first man went down with a sharp chop to his neck and a knee to his chest. Chusheng threw him into the street. The second got kicked into the wall and the blow was followed by a punch to the stomach. Numbers three and four were kicked through the glass doors of the hotel and Chusheng made a mental note to pay for them. Five and six put Lu Yao into Ziqing’s hands before putting up a relatively better fight, their cooperation worried Chusheng for a moment, but only for a moment. Chusheng disposed of them easily enough by knocking them into seven and eight. Nine had his arm broken and Chusheng relished the sound of snapping bone. Both of ten’s shoulders were dislocated with a similar crack.
It was before Chusheng could turn his attention back to Ziqing that the searing pain of a stab to his arm made him shout. Ziqing’s shard of glass glinted red under the hotel lights. The pain couldn’t deter Chusheng, it only made him angrier. One kick broke Ziqing’s hand and knocked the glass shard out of his hands. Another knocked him to his knees.
With his bloody hand, Chusheng clenched Ziqing’s hair. “Take my message to Mr. Lu. Lu Yao is fine in Shanghai. And as long as I’m around, he’s going to stay fine. I’ll take care of everything.” Chusheng moved his lips closer to Ziqing’s ear. “I’ll take care of him.”
“You can’t make that promise.”
Chusheng pressed Ziqing’s face into the ground. “I can. And I will. If you want to try something again, bring more men. You won’t stand a chance otherwise.”
Despite the pain in his arm, Chusheng picked up Lu Yao and hefted him over his shoulder. Lu Yao groaned, but stayed unconscious and Chusheng prayed he’d stay out of it until he got the ridiculous man home.
(Chusheng would later reflect on his choices. Reflect on how much he’d already paid for Lu Yao in money, in blood, in flesh and bone. He decided then and there, as a nurse stitched his arm and Bai Youning waited with a fresh shirt, that no price was too high. And if Lu Yao’s father wanted Lu Yao back, he’d have to come and pry him out of Chusheng’s cold and dead hands. And even then, there might not be a guarantee.
But first, he’d work on making sure Lu Yao felt the same. And then he’d never want for anything.)
Rest of the MRIAD characters taking some time to realize that chuyao are together as they dont give away many signs
The three times someone realized Qiao Chusheng was dating Lu Yao, and the one person who already knew.
1. Adou
Adou came in to Qiao Chusheng’s office to find the inspector examining a set of fine ceramics. The glaze was a smooth and even pale jade green. The shape of each piece was delicate and the porcelain was thin. Detective Lu had already stated that it had to have come from the palace, judging by the method of painting. When Inspector Qiao had seized the set, Adou wasn’t able to say. But it was worth noting, at least to Adou, that Lu Yao hadn’t requested it immediately. And yet Chusheng had acquired it all the same.
“Sir, the autopsy report has been finished.” Adou placed the files down on Chusheng’s desk. “Was there anything else you needed?”
“Hmm?” Chusheng looked at him briefly before setting down the delicate cup in his hands and picking up the file. “Where’s Lu Yao?”
“He went to get lunch, sir.”
Chusheng sighed. “Shouldn’t he be back by now?” Adou frowned at the tone Chusheng used.
It wasn’t the same sort he’d heard before from his boss about Lu Yao. Usually it was something a bit more exasperated. This time... it was a little more patient, almost fond.
“I don’t-”
“Well I guess it’s fine. He can come back in his own time and see the report.” Chusheng tossed the folder aside. “In the mean time, find me a nice box for all these things.”
“Sir?”
“Make it a fancy one. Nice carving. Good sturdy hinges and clasp. Lined with silk would be good too.”
“Uhh... is it for any special occasion?” Chusheng gave Adou a look and everything clicked. “Ah. It’s for Detective Lu.”
“This one stays off the books, understand?”
“Of course, sir.” Adou bowed. “I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of you giving courting presents.”
Chusheng got up, ready to throw something, but Adou ran away as fast as he could. He had a fancy box to find after all.
2. Salim
Salim knocked on the door to Chusheng’s apartment and was promptly answered by a barely dressed Lu Yao. Salim tilted his head and Lu Yao immediately put a hand up.
“Ah ah ah, not a word. I was just... Inspector Qiao brought me here because we both drank too much last night.” A smile of sorts was immediately plastered on to Lu Yao’s face. “Is there a case?”
“Yes, sir!” Salim corrected his posture and stood at attention. “I’m here to collect Inspector Qiao, but since you’re here you should come as well.”
“Right, right... Just uh... I’ll get dressed and tell Inspector Qiao. You can go wait with the car.”
“Sir!” Salim nodded and watched as Lu Yao turned back and closed the door.
There, on a barely visible sliver of skin on Lu Yao’s neck was a dark purple blotch, vivid and sharp. It had been a long time since Salim had seen such a thing. More surprising was that it was on Lu Yao’s neck after staying with the inspector. Inspector Qiao’s previous conquests had hardly possessed such obvious displays of what happened overnight.
Or at least, more accurately, Inspector Qiao had never been so forward with any of the ladies on his arm. Detective Lu appeared to be an exception.
Shaking his head, Salim returned to the car, but sat inside to wait. If Detective Lu really was the exception, then getting the pair out of the house might take longer than expected.
3. Mr. Bai
Mr. Bai watched as Chusheng approached with a particular spring in his step. It was like he’d become a new man. Something had changed.
“My- I mean our Lu San Tu has really out done himself this time,” Chusheng said as he related the details of the most recent case to Mr. Bai. “I don’t know how he keeps doing it, but this one is also finished.”
“You speak of him much more fondly these days,” Mr. Bai said as he fed his birds.
“Do I?” Chusheng rubbed his palms against his thighs, a strangely nervous gesture for the normally under control young man. “Well... I guess I see him in a better light these days, laoye.”
“Hmm... A better light? We have much to thank him for.” Mr. Bai stroked his chin. “And how is he getting along with A-ning?”
“Still just friends,” Chusheng said firmly. “I think Lu Yao is seeing someone else.”
“Oh? Is my daughter not good enough?” Mr. Bai turned back to Chusheng. “What happened between them?”
“They’ve really just decided they’re better as friends. I promise you, the person currently dating Lu Yao is very good to him and...” Chusheng’s face turned a bit pink. “Your associations with him will assuredly be good, laoye.”
“Is that so...” Mr. Bai sighed and turned back to his birds. “Then I guess I cannot force it this time.” Mr. Bai looked back at Chusheng out of the corner of his eyes. “Tell the person dating Mr. Yao that I hope they don’t do anything to inhibit his abilities. It would be most disappointing.”
“Of course. Please excuse me, laoye.”
As Chusheng walked away, Mr. Bai stroked his chin again. To be sure, to have Lu Yao as his son-in-law through Youning would have been very good indeed. But it seemed, he’d have to have him via proxy with Chusheng in the end. At least if the tone of voice Chusheng had used was any indication.
“He’s practically my son anyway,” Mr. Bai said dismissively to himself. “So if Mr. Yao and Chusheng are together, it’s like he’s my son-in-law anyway.” Mr. Bai scooped up another portion of bird seed and then paused. “But then must I give a dowry for Chusheng?”
+1. Bai Youning
A groan followed by a whine. The sound of loud thumping. Breathy moans followed. There was even a sharp slap followed by a louder moan. Bai Youning grit her teeth to prevent herself from screaming and covered her ears with her pillow.
Truly, she loved Chusheng and Lu Yao like older brothers.
They were like her pillars that supported her no matter what. They also fed her plenty of interesting tidbits about cases for her articles. Nothing could shake her affection for them or how far she’d go to protect both of them. It was worth the shameful hypocrisy of rejecting her background while embracing it just for the men to do her bidding. Not that Chusheng needed particular protecting, but the gesture was there.
And yet... Youning really didn’t want to keep thinking about how active their sex life was and had been for the several weeks that Chusheng and Lu Yao had been dating. Nor did she want to think about how good Chusheng was at driving Lu Yao wild.
“Chusheng-ge... It’s times like these that I really wish your reputation didn’t precede you...” Youning cried. “I support you both, but I really need to sleep!”
Since you ascended to MRIAD godhood, you have to give us at least one QCS kisses Lu Yao silly to shut him up. Please, oh, mighty Wei, make us some magic! ;)
This is already on my list of demands! Don’t fret!
But to tide us all over until we collect enough devout prayers for this to happen (fair warning, with censorship it’ll take a LOT of devout prayer) here’s something small.
@sarah-yyy and @stebeee if you’re interested in reading.
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What should be another celebratory dinner, with another bottle of expensive wine, turned into yet another ruckus because neither Bai Youning or Lu Yao could keep their mouths shut of sheath their sharp tongues. Qiao Chusheng sighed and poured himself another glass of wine. Last time he had finished half the bottle on his own. He was almost thankful for the hangover last time since it meant not listening to both the bickering and the tempting voice in his head that offered several suggestions of how to silence Lu Yao. The suggestions ranged usually from harmless, to expedient, to harmful.
Today, as Lu Yao and Youning decided to run in circles around the couches, the voice offered a new solution.
“If his mouth is making too much noise, why not occupy it until he’s quiet?”
At that, Chusheng thought of several ways to occupy Lu Yao’s mouth. He covered his smile with another gulp of wine. At the sound of footsteps, Chusheng reached out at the right moment to catch Lu Yao by the apron.
“Wha-” Lu Yao found himself pulled down and cut off by the press of Chusheng’s lips.
The kiss was firm and insistent. Lu Yao had been so taken, he didn’t notice when Youning bumped into him, or her loud, “Oh!” He also definitely didn’t notice her giggle and the sound of the door opening and closing.
And then Chusheng’s lips started moving and Lu Yao lost track of time.
By the time he came to, he and Chusheng had been kissing on the couch for half an hour and dinner had gone cold.
Chusheng heaved a great sigh and pat Lu Yao on the cheek. “Half an hour of silence was good. Thank you.” And with that Chusheng returned to the dinner table to pick at his plate, leaving Lu Yao to sit in a dazed stupor.
