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"Baobei," A deep purr from the darkest called out, sweet and deadly. "So nice to see you."

"That's Officer Shang to you, you bastard." Shang Qinghua hissed through clenched teeth.

Stepping out of the shadows of the alley, a tall man with jet-black hair and strong features smirked as he took in the hostile tone the Shang Qinghua tried to use to intimidate him - as if Shang Qinghua could ever hope of scaring him with his words alone. Letting his eyes roam lustfully over his ex-lover, the man couldn't help but admire the dark grey suit and blue button-down that brought out the shorter man’s best features. It was a profound change from the sweatpants and loose t-shirts he was used to seeing his lover in when they were home together or while Shang Qinghua had been studying to join the academy. It suited the other man better, he thought with a lick of his lips.

Although his clothing was infinitely worlds better than what he usually preferred, they were nothing compared to the designer suit he was wearing. Form-fitting silk and hand-stitched cotton, all come together to make it seem like he had stepped away from a million-dollar-a-plate charity banquet rather than what he was truly doing. Certainly, running the criminal underbelly was gruesome and dirty work, but it paid well. A shame Shang Qinghua didn’t see the same benefits that he did.

"Now Qinghua," The liberal use of the once beloved name had Shang Qinghua clenching his fist tight to not show the man before him how much it still affected him. How the simple use of the name served as another way for the man to drive the knife deeper into his heart. "That's not very nice of you to say."

Bringing his gun out from its holder, Shang Qinghua gripped the metal tightly in his leather-encased hands as he commanded with all the anger he had bottled up for this man. "Shut up, Mobei-Jun. I'm here to bring you in, not have a nice chat."

Seeing the determined look on the other man's face, Mobei-Jun narrowed his eyes with a frown. His mood considerably darkened at the sight of the gun. "We both know you’ll never arrest me."

"I will," keeping his gun locked onto the figure before him, Shang Qinghua quickly took a scan of all possible escape routes. His ex-lover was a master at slipping past cops and cameras, were it not for Shang Qinghua himself, then Mobei-Jun would have happily slipped away never to be seen or heard from again. Shang Qinghua knew that, he knew, and he also knew he had to use that bastard’s obsession with him to finally put an end to all this.

Taking this moment as his only chance, Mobei-Jun kicked forward with lightning speed. The surprise hit caused Shang Qinghua to release his hold on the gun and send it flying through the air where it came down hard, skidding across the pavement. Not wasting a second in case Shang Qinghua had another gun hidden on him, Mobei-Jun practically tackled the other in his attempt to subdue him. The sudden impact brought both men crashing hard into the brick wall as Shang Qinghua wasn't prepared to have the heavier man come straight at him.

Shang Qinghua, however, wasn't about to let Mobei-Jun gain the upper hand – one mistake was all it took to cost him more than he was willing to sacrifice. Swinging out his elbow to hopefully force the man back and away from him, Shang Qinghua cursed as Mobei-Jun easily dodged the move. With a shift in his weight and a quick move with his hands, Mobei-Jun grabbed onto the back of Shang Qinghua's arm and twisted. Forcing Shang Qinghua to bend and turn if he wanted to keep his arm intact.

With Shang Qinghua turned slightly away from him and less likely to attack again in his position, Mobei-Jun quickly yanked his other arm up and behind him. Tightly gripping both delicate wrists in a harsh hold, Mobei-Jun grunted as Shang Qinghua started to pull and squirm in his grasp. Testing his grip with every yank and jerk of his body, but Mobei-Jun wasn’t letting go. It had been months and far too long since he’d last had his hands on Shang Qinghua. He was never letting him go without a fight. Never again.

With both arms secured, Mobei-Jun tried to force the man further against the wall to limit more of his mobility and hopefully reduce the risk that one of his throws would catch him off guard. Though Shang Qinghua wasn't a skilled fighter, his wild kicks landed way more often than Mobei-Jun would have liked, especially the last kick which Shang Qinghua managed to get just under his knee. If he had been a little higher he would have been able to weaken or even collapse Mobei-Jun's knee and win his freedom back.

Much to the Mobei-Jun's delight, Shang Qinghua hadn't kept up with his defense classes like he said he would what seemed like a lifetime ago. Back before Mobei-Jun got sloppy, before Shang Qinghua learned the truth, before everything was ruined... Instead, Mobei-Jun was here in a dark alley pinning Shang Qinghua up against a brick wall, waiting for the man's struggles to finally die away.

Growling and cussing in frustration, Shang Qinghua tried in vain to escape both from between the wall and his ex-lover’s body as well as from his body reacting to how nice it still felt to be held in those strong arms. He was not about to let Mobei-Jun win their fight. And he was not going to let his emotions get the better of him.

"Now officer," Mobei-Jun cooed against a pierced ear, switching both wrists to one hand as he used the other to reach around the captured man. A gasp cut through the fallen silence as Mobei-Jun forced his hand under Shang Qinghua's jacket to grope at the front of his pants. "I think you should calm down now.”

“I think you should go fuck yourself.” Shang Qinghua hissed, doubling his struggles to free himself from Mobei-Jun’s hold. Sadly, if there was one thing Mobei-Jun was good at, it was holding Shang Qinghua down the shorter man thought in despair.

“Why would I do that when I’ve got you here?” Mobei-Jun grinned viciously. “I hope you’re prepared, Shang Qinghua."

Shang Qinghua pressed his forehead to the bricks and bit down on his lip as he felt those rough hands pulling his clothes open. Squeezing his eyes closed, Shang Qinghua tried to pretend he was anywhere than where he was now, but the sharp tingles of both pain and pleasure kept bringing him back. Kept reminding him just how pathetic he was for still caring about this man. What made it worse wasn’t the fact Mobei-Jun was essentially going to rape him, but that he wanted it. That he still wanted him. In whatever weird way that he could still have him.

It wasn’t until he felt the biting cold on his naked body that Shang Qinghua realized that Mobei-Jun had managed to uncover him from chest to upper thigh. His jacket and shirt barely hung onto his shoulders whilst his pants bunched up uncomfortably just under his ass, only held up because he had spread his legs to brace himself. He was exposed and vulnerable. Completely helpless to Mobei-Jun’s whims, all Shang Qinghua could do was pant in excitement. He was sick. Twisted.

He flinched when calloused fingers pulled the mounds of his ass apart. Though a little part in the back of his mind was disappointed that Mobei-Jun wasn’t going to tease and torture him like he used to before sex, Shang Qinghua couldn't help but feel glad this would be over soon.

"This is the last time this will happen you asshole, so you better enjoy it." Shang Qinghua promised with all the hatred in had in his heart.

Ignoring the shorter man's threat, Mobei-Jun lined himself with Shang Qinghua’s tight pucker that clenched and released nervously, wantonly. Knowing how much Shang Qinghua hated his desire for him, Mobei-Jun teasingly rubbed his dick against his ex-lover, smearing his pre-cum across his skin as another form of ownership. Grinning evilly, Mobei-Jun applied enough pressure to the inviting hole so the officer could feel it, but not enough to penetrate.

“Please,” Shang Qinghua gasped in shame, his face a bright red as he tried to hide the evidence of his need by pressing closer to the wall.

“That’s a good boy,” Mobei-Jun chuckled. Before Shang Qinghua could even think about struggling again at his comment, Mobei-Jun slid in easily. Far too easily. It was obvious that the officer had prepared for this outcome, perhaps he was even hoping for it, since his inner walls were slick and relaxed, making Mobei-Jun’s entrance that much smoother.

Shang Qinghua let out a low hiss of pain as he adjusted to the size of his partner again, bracing himself against the wall for he knew that Mobei-Jun wasn’t going to be nice or slow. He was thankful the man hadn’t shoved himself inside in one thrust, but rather used a moderate pace that allowed him the chance to get used to the feeling, but not for long. As soon as Mobei-Jun had bottomed out, he had already pulled his hips back. Snapping his hips forward, Mobei-Jun utterly destroyed both Shang Qinghua’s hole and his mind within minutes. Biting his lips to try and stop any sounds from escaping, Shang Qinghua groaned as the evil man behind him started pulling at both his nipples and cock.

Determined to deny Mobei-Jun his greedy desire to hear Shang Qinghua calling out for him, for more, for how good he made him feel. Panting out his pleasure and the small twinges of pain, Shang Qinghua felt his hands slipping on the wall as the pressure from the man's strength forced him closer to the brick. Never had he been so glad for his gloves than now for he could feel the rough surface tearing at the leather and was very glad it wasn’t his bare hands or his face.

Seeing that Shang Qinghua was going to keep his silence, Mobei-Jun grpped tightly to slim hips, using them as leverage to thrust even harder. Aiming to hit at his prostate as often as possible in hopes it would break the shorter man’s stubborn pride. The first brush against Shang Qinghua’s prostate made his breath hitch, and it was the direct hit against said gland that forced out the first moan. With the dam broke, Shang Qinghua couldn’t stop the line of moans and gasps from emitting from his mouth despite his best attempts to conceal them.

The friction was so amazing to the confused and guilt-ridded man, that when Mobei-Jun started tugging at his cock again he couldn’t help himself. In no time, Shang Qinghua felt his body tensing as his orgasm built, his moans increasing in volume as the only warning before his release covered the tattooed hand holding him. Soon enough, Mobei-Jun let out a grunt of his own as he pushed as far inside of him as he could when he climaxed.

As the officer caught his breath, he felt a pair of warm lips press against the base of his neck and heard the sound of a zipper being pulled upright. Not wanting to turn and see the man who was more than likely grinning at his triumph over Shang Qinghua, the man kept his head bent down as he righted his clothes. Dropping his ruined gloves to the ground like the ruined trash he really was.

Suddenly, a rough hand was forcing his head to face over his shoulder and his mouth was captured into a possessive kiss. It was fast, aggressive, rough – it was everything Shang Qinghua loved and hated about Mobei-Jun in equal measure. This needed to stop.

Slowly opening his eyes after the other had pulled away, Shang Qinghua slowly let a smile break out as Mobei-Jun stared at him in stunned silence.

“Enjoyed that, did you? I knew you would—“ Mobei-Jun smirked, smug as he went to step back from Shang Qinghua only to freeze. Slowly, the taller man looked down at his hand as he realized that during their kiss Shang Qinghua had managed to handcuff his arm to the pipes behind him.

“You little—“

Kissing away the rest of his sentence, Shang Qinghua stepped out of reach. “I told you I was going to arrest you.” He explained trying to ignore the tears he could feel building up as he headed towards the entrance of the alley where his partner was waiting. Before he could get too far, Mobei-Jun called out to him.

“You can’t get rid of me Shang Qinghua,”

“I can try,” With watery eyes, Shang Qinghua started walking away once more, making sure to keep his back towards the other as he escaped as fast as he could.