Guardian Fic: Secured
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kat_lair***
Title: Secured
Author:kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: Guardian
Pairing: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Tags: Rescue, Handcuffs
Rating: T
Word count: 1,536
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: Objectively, Zhao Yunlan isn't in the most comfortable position right now; handcuffed with his own cuffs and strung up to a hook on a wall, high enough that he needs to stand on his toes unless he wants to hold up his full body weight.
Author notes: This was supposed to be a ficlet but got longer. Written fortrobadora's prompt 'Zhao Yunlan in handcuffs'. Specifically written to satisfy our ids which were separated at birth.
Secured on AO3
Objectively, Zhao Yunlan should be pissed off right now. Maybe even scared. Definitely, at least a little distressed. Objectively, Zhao Yunlan isn't in the most comfortable position right now; handcuffed with his own cuffs (and yeah, fine, that one stings a bit) and strung up to a hook on a wall, high enough that he needs to stand on his toes unless he wants to hold up his full body weight. And it's not like he can't but also one isn't supposed to do that with one's shoulder joints so it would suck. Objectively. And, well, actually does suck. But Zhao Yunlan isn't worried. Or scared. He's a bit annoyed, sure, but it's mostly because he just has to hang around (pun intended, thanks very much, they've gagged him but they can't silence his mind) while Shen Wei gets to have all the fun of kicking some serious ass. Not that it isn't - subjectively and objectively - hot as fuck to watch.
The reason for Zhao Yunlan's relaxed outlook had burst through the door approximately five seconds after the perps had overwhelmed him and strung him up like a wall ornament. Shen Wei, in full Black-Cloaked Envoy get up, had taken one look at Zhao Yunlan, presumably to check that he was still alive, and was now focused on rendering everyone else in the room unconscious. It seems to take longer than usual, and if Zhao Yunlan were to make an educated guess as to why, he might suggest that it's because Shen Wei seems intent on ensuring each of them suffers a bit before sweet embrace of oblivion.
Zhao Yunlan hums a bit behind the gag and lets himself slump down. The strain on his shoulders is enough to distract him from that particular train of thought. It's one he can't afford right now. There's nowhere exactly to hide like this after all.
Finally, even the last member of the villainous group thumps to the ground and Shen Wei pushes the hood of his cloak back enough to get a good look at Zhao Yunlan. Then he stalks over, slowly, deliberately, and even behind the mask it's clear that all the anger Zhao Yunlan should've been feeling has found a home elsewhere. Zhao Yunlan scrabbles up on his toes, the chain of his cuffs rattling against the metal hook.
"I told you to wait for me," Shen Wei says, coming to stop in front of Zhao Yunlan. "I said please."
Zhao Yunlan blinks, waits, but nothing happens. The realisation that Shen Wei is not going to release him, that Shen Wei is going to keep him like this, strung up with nowhere to run, until he's had his say, hits him like a gut punch. And yet, even that is nothing to the burn of Shen Wei's fingers, slipping under the gag and pulling it out of Zhao Yunlan's mouth, his movements careful despite the simmering anger he's clearly holding back. Zhao Yunlan works his mouth for a few seconds, trying to stretch it into a shape of a grin but missing the mark.
"Brother Black has perfect timing, as always." When in doubt, start with a compliment. It's a good strategy in general but falls like water off a duck's back when it comes to Shen Wei.
"Zhao Yunlan," he says, low and dangerous, like Zhao Yunlan's name is a curse or an invocation. "I asked," and oh, okay, going for the throat then.
"You did." And Zhao Yunlan had started the stakeout with very good intentions to follow that request but then... "There's no way we would've found them if I hadn't followed immediately. I left you a message, didn't I?" He had, a little bread crumb trail of spare clothing and lollipop wrappers all through the sprawling warehouse district, and an actual message on Shen Wei's answering machine (who even has those still? Shen Wei, that's who.) "And it worked!" He tries the smile on again for size and this time it fits a bit better.
"If I had been five minutes later..." Shen Wei grits out.
"...my arms would be sorer than they are now," Zhao Yunlan finishes. He tries to shrug nonchalantly but it's not physically possible in his position so only ends up sort of shimmying his shoulders painfully. The cuffs clink dully.
Some of the anger leaches out of Shen Wei's expression as he seemingly remembers Zhao Yunlan's predicament. His gaze travels up Zhao Yunlan's bare arms (his denim jacket had been one of the clues he'd left and he distantly hopes Shen Wei has either picked it up or stashed it somewhere safe, he loves that jacket) and then down again. The ice in his eyes melts, and something much more heated replaces it.
Oh, Zhao Yunlan thinks hazily. It's like that too then. He'd been... hoping. But he hadn't...
He swallows. Okay. He can... Roll with this too.
This time, the smile that spreads over his face feels like coming home and finding a treasure. "If you let me down," Zhao Yunlan says, looking at Shen Wei from under his lashes, "I'll show you just how much I appreciate the rescue. And the worry." Because of course that's what was at the root of the earlier anger, he could see it now.
"Please?" He arches off the wall to ensure there's no mistaking his meaning, and to show off his arms too maybe, just a little bit. And if the movement pulls the hem of his ratty t-shirt up, revealing a good inch of his stomach, well then that's just a consequence of the circumstances and Zhao Yunlan can't be held responsible for it.
Shen Wei's gaze goes dark behind the mask and for a wild moment Zhao Yunlan thinks he's going to snap and just kiss him right here against the wall, a dozen unconscious bad guys littering the floor behind them. But no, Shen Wei simply steps even closer, until they are flush against each other and drops one of his hands onto Zhao Yunlan's hip, palm splayed over frayed denim and then sliding down, down to the side of his thigh and behind, wrapping around it.
"Up," he says.
It's not exactly a complicated instruction but Zhao Yunlan is too busy whiting out from the sheer surprise that this is happening at all, never mind that it's happening right now to parse it. "What?" he asks, mouth hanging open in a way that must be unattractive except Shen Wei's eyes suggest otherwise.
"Lift up," Shen Wei says. "Legs around me," like that's a totally normal, reasonable thing to request, like 'why Zhao Yunlan, why don't you just wrap your legs around me like you usually do, you know, straddling the Black Cloaked Envoy, practically routine' except no, what the fuck, not routine, not outside Zhao Yunlan's fantasies at least.
"What?" The repeated question comes out kind of hoarse. Something almost hesitant flashes over Shen Wei's expression, or as much of it as Zhao Yunlan can see, but it's gone almost as soon as it registers.
"I don't want to lift you by your arms or pull the hook down. The first would definitely hurt you and the second could too." He holds Zhao Yunlan's gaze and squeezes his thigh once. "Up," he repeats.
Zhao Yunlan lifts his leg up and winds it around Shen Wei's waist. The strain on his shoulders is immediate and he loses his balance for a split of a second, before Shen Wei's hand grabs his other leg, hitching it up around his waist too, until Zhao Yunlan is sitting securely on his hips, back braced against the wall.
It's... It's a lot. With his arms still secured above his head and his legs busy keeping him from falling, there is literally no defenses left, nothing he can do to protect himself from whatever Shen Wei decides to do. The feeling of vulnerability, of being seen makes his stomach clench and his breath stutter in his throat.
"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei says. "It is all right." He pushes his hood back fully and... He takes off his mask. Right there, in the middle of the crime scene, where technically anyone could walk in or any of the perps could wake up, because...
Because, Zhao Yunlan realises, Shen Wei knows how vulnerable their position makes him feel and he's meeting him half way. More than that.
"Let me," Shen Wei says, and he leans closer, so close now that their cheeks almost brush together, and reaches up to grab Zhao Yunlan's cuffed hands and lift them over the curve of the hook. The relief is immediate, as is the spike of pain as Zhao Yunlan's arms lower from their extreme position. He gasp and lets Shen Wei bring them down slowly, and then gasps again when he sets them down over his head, onto his own shoulders.
"More secure this way," Shen Wei says, and it sounds like a truth but not the whole of it.
"For what?" Zhao Yunlan asks.
"For going home." Shen Wei snaps his fingers, wraps one arm around Zhao Yunlan's waist and another around his thigh, pulls him off the wall and walks through the portal.
***
Title: Secured
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: Guardian
Pairing: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Tags: Rescue, Handcuffs
Rating: T
Word count: 1,536
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: Objectively, Zhao Yunlan isn't in the most comfortable position right now; handcuffed with his own cuffs and strung up to a hook on a wall, high enough that he needs to stand on his toes unless he wants to hold up his full body weight.
Author notes: This was supposed to be a ficlet but got longer. Written for
trobadora's prompt 'Zhao Yunlan in handcuffs'. Specifically written to satisfy our ids which were separated at birth.Secured on AO3
Objectively, Zhao Yunlan should be pissed off right now. Maybe even scared. Definitely, at least a little distressed. Objectively, Zhao Yunlan isn't in the most comfortable position right now; handcuffed with his own cuffs (and yeah, fine, that one stings a bit) and strung up to a hook on a wall, high enough that he needs to stand on his toes unless he wants to hold up his full body weight. And it's not like he can't but also one isn't supposed to do that with one's shoulder joints so it would suck. Objectively. And, well, actually does suck. But Zhao Yunlan isn't worried. Or scared. He's a bit annoyed, sure, but it's mostly because he just has to hang around (pun intended, thanks very much, they've gagged him but they can't silence his mind) while Shen Wei gets to have all the fun of kicking some serious ass. Not that it isn't - subjectively and objectively - hot as fuck to watch.
The reason for Zhao Yunlan's relaxed outlook had burst through the door approximately five seconds after the perps had overwhelmed him and strung him up like a wall ornament. Shen Wei, in full Black-Cloaked Envoy get up, had taken one look at Zhao Yunlan, presumably to check that he was still alive, and was now focused on rendering everyone else in the room unconscious. It seems to take longer than usual, and if Zhao Yunlan were to make an educated guess as to why, he might suggest that it's because Shen Wei seems intent on ensuring each of them suffers a bit before sweet embrace of oblivion.
Zhao Yunlan hums a bit behind the gag and lets himself slump down. The strain on his shoulders is enough to distract him from that particular train of thought. It's one he can't afford right now. There's nowhere exactly to hide like this after all.
Finally, even the last member of the villainous group thumps to the ground and Shen Wei pushes the hood of his cloak back enough to get a good look at Zhao Yunlan. Then he stalks over, slowly, deliberately, and even behind the mask it's clear that all the anger Zhao Yunlan should've been feeling has found a home elsewhere. Zhao Yunlan scrabbles up on his toes, the chain of his cuffs rattling against the metal hook.
"I told you to wait for me," Shen Wei says, coming to stop in front of Zhao Yunlan. "I said please."
Zhao Yunlan blinks, waits, but nothing happens. The realisation that Shen Wei is not going to release him, that Shen Wei is going to keep him like this, strung up with nowhere to run, until he's had his say, hits him like a gut punch. And yet, even that is nothing to the burn of Shen Wei's fingers, slipping under the gag and pulling it out of Zhao Yunlan's mouth, his movements careful despite the simmering anger he's clearly holding back. Zhao Yunlan works his mouth for a few seconds, trying to stretch it into a shape of a grin but missing the mark.
"Brother Black has perfect timing, as always." When in doubt, start with a compliment. It's a good strategy in general but falls like water off a duck's back when it comes to Shen Wei.
"Zhao Yunlan," he says, low and dangerous, like Zhao Yunlan's name is a curse or an invocation. "I asked," and oh, okay, going for the throat then.
"You did." And Zhao Yunlan had started the stakeout with very good intentions to follow that request but then... "There's no way we would've found them if I hadn't followed immediately. I left you a message, didn't I?" He had, a little bread crumb trail of spare clothing and lollipop wrappers all through the sprawling warehouse district, and an actual message on Shen Wei's answering machine (who even has those still? Shen Wei, that's who.) "And it worked!" He tries the smile on again for size and this time it fits a bit better.
"If I had been five minutes later..." Shen Wei grits out.
"...my arms would be sorer than they are now," Zhao Yunlan finishes. He tries to shrug nonchalantly but it's not physically possible in his position so only ends up sort of shimmying his shoulders painfully. The cuffs clink dully.
Some of the anger leaches out of Shen Wei's expression as he seemingly remembers Zhao Yunlan's predicament. His gaze travels up Zhao Yunlan's bare arms (his denim jacket had been one of the clues he'd left and he distantly hopes Shen Wei has either picked it up or stashed it somewhere safe, he loves that jacket) and then down again. The ice in his eyes melts, and something much more heated replaces it.
Oh, Zhao Yunlan thinks hazily. It's like that too then. He'd been... hoping. But he hadn't...
He swallows. Okay. He can... Roll with this too.
This time, the smile that spreads over his face feels like coming home and finding a treasure. "If you let me down," Zhao Yunlan says, looking at Shen Wei from under his lashes, "I'll show you just how much I appreciate the rescue. And the worry." Because of course that's what was at the root of the earlier anger, he could see it now.
"Please?" He arches off the wall to ensure there's no mistaking his meaning, and to show off his arms too maybe, just a little bit. And if the movement pulls the hem of his ratty t-shirt up, revealing a good inch of his stomach, well then that's just a consequence of the circumstances and Zhao Yunlan can't be held responsible for it.
Shen Wei's gaze goes dark behind the mask and for a wild moment Zhao Yunlan thinks he's going to snap and just kiss him right here against the wall, a dozen unconscious bad guys littering the floor behind them. But no, Shen Wei simply steps even closer, until they are flush against each other and drops one of his hands onto Zhao Yunlan's hip, palm splayed over frayed denim and then sliding down, down to the side of his thigh and behind, wrapping around it.
"Up," he says.
It's not exactly a complicated instruction but Zhao Yunlan is too busy whiting out from the sheer surprise that this is happening at all, never mind that it's happening right now to parse it. "What?" he asks, mouth hanging open in a way that must be unattractive except Shen Wei's eyes suggest otherwise.
"Lift up," Shen Wei says. "Legs around me," like that's a totally normal, reasonable thing to request, like 'why Zhao Yunlan, why don't you just wrap your legs around me like you usually do, you know, straddling the Black Cloaked Envoy, practically routine' except no, what the fuck, not routine, not outside Zhao Yunlan's fantasies at least.
"What?" The repeated question comes out kind of hoarse. Something almost hesitant flashes over Shen Wei's expression, or as much of it as Zhao Yunlan can see, but it's gone almost as soon as it registers.
"I don't want to lift you by your arms or pull the hook down. The first would definitely hurt you and the second could too." He holds Zhao Yunlan's gaze and squeezes his thigh once. "Up," he repeats.
Zhao Yunlan lifts his leg up and winds it around Shen Wei's waist. The strain on his shoulders is immediate and he loses his balance for a split of a second, before Shen Wei's hand grabs his other leg, hitching it up around his waist too, until Zhao Yunlan is sitting securely on his hips, back braced against the wall.
It's... It's a lot. With his arms still secured above his head and his legs busy keeping him from falling, there is literally no defenses left, nothing he can do to protect himself from whatever Shen Wei decides to do. The feeling of vulnerability, of being seen makes his stomach clench and his breath stutter in his throat.
"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei says. "It is all right." He pushes his hood back fully and... He takes off his mask. Right there, in the middle of the crime scene, where technically anyone could walk in or any of the perps could wake up, because...
Because, Zhao Yunlan realises, Shen Wei knows how vulnerable their position makes him feel and he's meeting him half way. More than that.
"Let me," Shen Wei says, and he leans closer, so close now that their cheeks almost brush together, and reaches up to grab Zhao Yunlan's cuffed hands and lift them over the curve of the hook. The relief is immediate, as is the spike of pain as Zhao Yunlan's arms lower from their extreme position. He gasp and lets Shen Wei bring them down slowly, and then gasps again when he sets them down over his head, onto his own shoulders.
"More secure this way," Shen Wei says, and it sounds like a truth but not the whole of it.
"For what?" Zhao Yunlan asks.
"For going home." Shen Wei snaps his fingers, wraps one arm around Zhao Yunlan's waist and another around his thigh, pulls him off the wall and walks through the portal.
***