Title: Love Touch
Fandom: Guardian
Rating: R
Length: ~1,570 words
Notes: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, established relationship, schmoopy sex, no spoilers. Inspired by Earth Girls Are Easy (if it's good enough for Geena Davis/Jeff Goldblum...). So much thanks to trobadora for beta! No warnings apply.
Summary: Along with everything else Shen Wei is, he’s a scientist, and he’s been accumulating Dixing talents for decades. At least some of them have practical applications far beyond fighting bad guys, but as far as Zhao Yunlan knows, he’s had precious few occasions to try them out.
Zhao Yunlan is more than happy to be his guinea pig. Really, it’s the least he can do.



Zhao Yunlan sits naked on the side of his bed, watching the lamplight spill across the planes, angles and slight curves of Shen Wei’s body as he undresses. It still takes his breath away, the fact that he lucked out somehow and fell into this relationship. That Shen Wei not only managed to feint around Zhao Yunlan’s defences but cared enough to try, and vice versa.

Some nights he just wants to throw himself into Shen Wei’s arms and stay there for hours. Other times, he’s up for a little experimentation with the good professor. After all, along with everything else Shen Wei is, he’s a scientist, and he’s been accumulating Dixing talents for decades. At least some of them have practical applications far beyond fighting bad guys, but as far as Zhao Yunlan knows, he’s had precious few occasions to try them out.

Zhao Yunlan is more than happy to be his guinea pig. Really, it’s the least he can do.

Shen Wei removes his boxer briefs and, last of all, his glasses, leaving him nude except for that jade pendant he never takes off. He sits next to Zhao Yunlan and kisses his shoulder. Zhao Yunlan used to think it was shyness, but it’s really just that Shen Wei always needs a moment in his own head before they do this, whether to access the talent or just to centre himself. Either way, that’s the time Zhao Yunlan’s pulse starts to kick up in anticipation.

Shen Wei sighs softly, and Zhao Yunlan touches his jaw, bringing their mouths together, and lets his hand roam across Shen Wei’s chest, up over his shoulder and around the nape of his neck. “Lie down,” he says, hardly recognising his own voice. “Let’s do this.”

“Yes, I— Yes.” Shen Wei gives him one last kiss and arranges himself on his back, down the length of the bed. He’s only half-hard, but they haven’t got started yet. “Are you ready?”

“When you are.” Zhao Yunlan rests two fingers like a finger-gun lightly over Shen Wei’s sternum and waits for a sign.

Zhao Yunlan had thought he’d developed a pretty good idea of the kind of sex he liked, over the last ten years, and mostly that was fast, rough and a little dangerous. He liked being held down, he liked holding someone else down, he liked fucking and getting sucked—anything that hooked him in and overloaded his senses until he forgot himself. He was good with kissing, in moderation, but too much eye contact threw him out of the moment. It was distracting. Same with public places. Because the whole point was the consuming desire, the physical edge, even the exertion. It was about pushing himself deeper into his body, into pleasure, and getting out of his head for a few desperately hot moments.

Sure, he always tried to make sure the other person had a good time too, but that was never really the point.

With Shen Wei, though, none of his previous experience applies. Zhao Yunlan doesn’t want to turn his back and let sex happen to him. He wants to watch every flicker of emotion that crosses Shen Wei’s face, wants to absorb every moment. Partly, it’s out of respect, because he has an idea how much it costs Shen Wei to put aside his masks and his duty and be with him.

But mostly it’s just that the best thing about being with Shen Wei is being with Shen Wei, with all his mysteries and contradictions, his cool authority and hot passion, his humour and beauty and brains. Zhao Yunlan finds him endlessly fascinating and infinitely sexy.

So they experiment together. Tonight it’s a talent Shen Wei doesn’t have a name for, but based on what he’s let slip about it, Zhao Yunlan’s been calling it a Love Touch.

Shen Wei hums his readiness, and when Zhao Yunlan draws his fingers slowly down Shen Wei’s torso, they leave a glowing trail on the skin, like soft warm neon. Zhao Yunlan can’t feel it, but Shen Wei’s lips part, and his breath speeds up. “Oh.”

Zhao Yunlan checks in. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” Shen Wei’s eyes have gone dark; his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Concentration creases his brow for a moment, and then he says, “I think I can, if I just—” and he runs a fingertip in an arc over Zhao Yunlan’s bent knee, which—

Which lights up, just the same. And damn, he can feel that, thick sweet excitement tingling and spreading like Shen Wei has just turned Zhao Yunlan’s knee into a major erogenous zone. Zhao Yunlan laughs, amazed. “You can reverse it, too? Wow. Have I mentioned I really love how brilliant you are?”

Shen Wei grins and pulls him down, and they run their hands over each other, slow and deliberate, etching patterns into each other’s skin and savouring every perfect golden caress. They touch until they’re ablaze with light, quivering, gasping, and Zhao Yunlan is so hard it actually hurts. “Okay,” he declares, through a thick haze of arousal, “we’re definitely keeping this one on the menu.”

Shen Wei laughs in agreement and rolls Zhao Yunlan onto his back so he can kiss down his body. And oh, fuck, he’s figured out how to transfer the power to his mouth now, too, and Zhao Yunlan is going to die from this, from the map of desire that Shen Wei is painting on his body with his tongue. Shen Wei takes Zhao Yunlan in his mouth, and it’s too good, mind-meltingly good, like he’s dissolving.

“Hey,” he croaks. “Hey, just—” He flails down helplessly, finds the top of Shen Wei’s head, then his ear and shoulder and drags him back up. “I want to see you.”

And he means it, and he means more than that: I want to see everything that you are.

For a moment, Shen Wei’s brow creases with frustration—and Zhao Yunlan gets that, because it’s not like he doesn’t love giving Shen Wei head, too—but there’s something about this Love Touch. Something that makes Zhao Yunlan want to do this together. He pulls Shen Wei up so they’re on their sides, facing each other.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” he says, but it comes out a gasp, because the Love Touch has gone full-body now; everywhere they’re touching is lighting up like fireworks, and there’s no way to hold back or keep it in, there’s just pulsing ecstasy, like he’s coming with his whole body. “Oh fuck, oh fuuuck—”

He chokes off the cursing, so he can hear when Shen Wei cries out his name, and then they’re both shuddering, coming, and still the heat and pleasure don’t stop. Zhao Yunlan presses his temple against Shen Wei’s and grips his shoulder desperately, panting, “I can’t—I—ah, Shen Wei—” like the words are dragged out of his chest.

Shen Wei holds him tight, and the deep erotic glow of the power starts to recede, but even so it takes a long time to come down. Zhao Yunlan presses himself against Shen Wei, as if that will help him stuff all his feelings back inside his body. Even when his heart does start to slow and the sensitivity fades a little, he still feels glorious and wrecked. “That was—” He tries to clear his throat. “Uh. You okay?”

Shen Wei pulls back enough so they’re face to face. He’s flushed, with strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and he looks as much of a beautiful mess as Zhao Yunlan feels. His eyes are shining. He presses a kiss to Zhao Yunlan’s mouth—just an ordinary kiss, not a Love Touch one, but it’s Shen Wei, so it still sends a happy shiver down Zhao Yunlan’s spine. They grin at each other.

Then Zhao Yunlan flops onto his back and rubs his face. “Did you know it would be like that?”

Shen Wei lies down beside Zhao Yunlan, looking just as spent. “I’ve never tried it before.”

“Well, I’m profoundly honoured to have been present for the inaugural—” Zhao Yunlan runs out of brain and flaps his hand vaguely. “—thing. Event. Occasion.”

Shen Wei laughs. “The honour was mine.”

“Don’t fight me on this.” Zhao Yunlan is only half joking. He brings Shen Wei’s hand up to kiss his knuckles, and then they just lie there for a while, staring at the ceiling. Being together. Holding hands. The fridge cycles on and then off, and Zhao Yunlan nudges his knee against Shen Wei’s. “So—how many other powers do you have hidden away?”

“A dozen or so more with relevant applicability,” says Shen Wei solemnly. “And then there’s potential combinations, so—” He pauses as if calculating.

“I’m going to die,” says Zhao Yunlan, with a song in his heart. “You’re going to kill me with pleasure. I never thought that would be how I’d go, but hey, if it’s my fate, who am I to complain?”

“Don’t joke about your death.”

“It’s okay.” Zhao Yunlan rolls onto his side and nuzzles his face into the angle of Shen Wei’s neck, under the cord of his pendant, then directs Shen Wei’s hand downward, over his belly, to his gradually recovering cock. “You know all the best ways to bring me back to life.”


END