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Where has the time gone? The holidays came and went and the new year is already almost two weeks old. My RL holidays were pretty chill, this year—thank god. The fandom holidays, however... were quite something lol. One thing I do love about the holiday season is that it's also exchange season. I usually try to be reasonable and limit myself to signing up to one because I'm physically incapable to write short fic, at least when it counts.

This year I signed up to the nifexchange and it was a lot of fun. So much fun, in fact, that I wrote a 2nd fic as a treat because it was the perfect opportunity to write something for altie. I LOVE treat writing. All the fun of making somthing for someone else, none of the pressure of actually having to do the thing, devil may come. So I ended up writing 2 Yuletide treats as well, and since I had been working on my sequel to Return of the Cicada for a while already, I actually posted 5 stories in the past few weeks. Holy shit!?

Nirvana in Fire:

The sequel: Like A Dragonfly in Amber (featuring feels, porn and cute little bbs in love as well as Lin Chen being sassy and exasperated)

The ghost fic: Come Back to Haunt Me (featuring angst and feels and soulbonds)

The political AU: The Evidence of Your Survival (featuring childhood sweathearts lawyer!Jingyan and revolutionary!Mei Changsu)

The Disguiser:

The hooker fic: That Missing Piece of Me (featuring Ah Cheng in a qipao)

Ode to Joy:

The het porn: All I Want for Other People's Religious Holidays is You (featuring—as I have on good authority—"viscerally imaginable sex with Wang Kai")

But of course there is no rest for the wicked, and I'm working on the next thing. A long(ish) modern AU for Disguiser, because even if the fandom is tinier than tiny (hi, guys!!), I can't quit them.

( Sunday Six (NSFW) ) — Line, Hooker, Sinker

While I mostly have to concentrate on my NiF exchange fic right now, due to deadlines, I've been plotting and writing some more for the hooker fic. And because I'm a bloody tease, that's what you get:

Leaning back against the pool table, Ah Cheng crosses his arms over his chest and stretches his long legs out in front of him.

“Pretty confident, aren’t you?” he remarks, and hot Da-ge finally turns to glance at him, eyebrows raised. It’s the first close look Ah Cheng gets of him and hot damn, he might even enjoy fucking this one. He smirks up at him, all relaxed and easy charm, and sees that positively sinful mouth curl in amusement.

“I am,” the guy answers drily and then leans down to whisper in Ah Cheng’s ear. “I also just saved your ass.”

Ah Cheng cocks his head. “And now you think it’s yours?”

Progress on my Nirvana in Fire Exchange fic has been slow and steady, but the problem is that I'm way too distracted by ALL THE THINGS I want to write and there are way too many enablers on my twitter feed encouraging said distraction.

So the one I keep coming back to, is this one, because Wang Kai makes it way too easy and who can resist a good hooker fic?

(If you know me at all, you know the answer is: Not. Me.)

It has been a slow night at the end of a slow month, but when the door to the hole-and-corner joint opens Ah Cheng immediately knows that his luck has just turned. The guy is smooth, Ah Cheng will give him that. All easy moves, his clothes casual. But Ah Cheng is no idiot. He might pull off the cool biker look well enough, but that jacket is designer, and the watch is at least a thousand bucks. That guy is loaded; the fact that he’s hot is just bonus.

Smiling to himself, Ah Cheng turns back to the bar and the drink he’s been nursing. He won’t get that one by coming across as too eager. A guy like that is used to being offered all kinds of things. Used to not having to ask and getting what he wants. This one requires some long game. Get him interested. Make him come to you. Ah Cheng decides to ignore him, and lets his gaze travel to the back instead where two burly guys in their forties have been playing pool for the better part of an hour—and quite miserably, from what he has seen.

Ah Cheng licks his lips and knocks on the bar, making sure hot biker guy will notice him, and then orders a beer, nodding towards the pool table before he ducks his head and strolls over to the two men, hands in his pockets and adding a little sway to his hips for good measure.

“Fancy a game, boys?” he asks, a lazy grin on his face.

Spoiler Alert: He does.

So I have mostly been writing porn this week, and I'm actually not sure if I ever had so much fun doing that. It really feels like The Disguiser is simply made to inspire porn lol. In what might become a whole series, this is a prequel to No Secret Between Us, my first story exploring the epic, angsty romance of super spies and sort of adopted brothers Ming Lou and Ah Cheng. The prequel is set before canon.

The (English) fandom mostly consists of people I've been tempting on my twitter list, but really, if you haven't watched it yet, give it a try. If just for these two as-good-as-married assholes looking amazing in suits and communicating by looking deeply into each other's eyes.

And now a snippet:

Ah Cheng has beautiful hands, which is something Ming Lou had never realized until now, and it‘s a testament to how hopelessly unprepared Ming Lou has been to all of this, that even this far in, the sharp bolt of desire at the sight of his brother opening his trousers hits him like a wrecking ball.

Ah Cheng slowly drags down his underwear then, and those long fingers wrap around Ming Lou’s hard length to give him a few experimental strokes. But it’s only when Ah Cheng gazes up at him, his dark eyes unafraid and curious, that Ming Lou realizes with absolute clarity that this will ruin him.

He runs his hand through Ah Cheng‘s hair, messing it up even further, and knows that he might have made a mistake, but he can’t regret it. He grabs a fistful of that hair and roughly pulls Ah Cheng's head back, exposing his throat, and Ah Cheng lets him. Let’s Ming Lou handle him, his eyes so full of trust, it’s almost shocking. But it helps Ming Lou to remember what’s at stake. That this is his little brother, and it’s Ming Lou’s responsibility to protect him. Ming Lou will be his shifu, but he can’t take anything more from Ah Cheng, and he can never hurt him.

Tenderness settles in Ming Lou’s heart. He strokes Ah Cheng’s face, along his brow and cheek, and finally rubs the pad of his thumb over Ah Cheng's bottom lip, gently pushing against it.

“Such a pretty mouth,” he murmurs, sliding his thumb in. “Why don’t you show me what you can do with it?”

Ah Cheng looks at him. His eyebrows lift, and the corner of his mouth pulls up into a wicked grin, and then he curls his tongue around Ming Lou’s thumb and sucks him in deep.

So I posted a thing this week. Pretty much, I wrote the fic I wanted to read but couldn't find after finishing The Disguiser and then discovered that some lovely enablers on twitter felt the same.

No Secret Between Us
Fandom: 伪装者 | The Disguiser (TV)
Pairing: Ah Cheng/Ming Lou
Wordcount: 3.2k
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Canon Compliant, Adopted Brothers, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Porn with Feelings Communicating Through Sex
Summary:
He sinks to his knees in the space between Ah Cheng’s thighs, spreads his hands over the hard muscle there and lets his head drop forward against the taut line of Ah Cheng’s stomach. “Let me suck you,” he asks quietly, lips brushing against his brother’s warm body stretched out beneath him. “Please.”

Ah Cheng always does what Ming Lou needs him to do, but what Ming Lou needs him to do the most is to stay alive.

And that should have been the end of it. All good, right? Time to move on. Only apparently, I've been bitten by a bug and now I'm planning a prequel and writing a sequel, and this is where this weeks Sunday Six come from:

He strikes Ming Lou’s bottom again without mercy. Sees that his brother is shaking now, tears in his eyes.

“You’re almost done,” Ah Cheng reassures him, his throat tight. “Just one more. You can take one more, right? For me?””

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