An Angel Never Far Away

Chapter 2

Two people devoted to each other let the thirst out. This is smut, pure and simple.

Does anyone know if it supposed to be 'Yunlan' or 'Yun Lan'? I've read fics and articles using both?

Sorry if it's horrible. I find it really hard to write smut, but several wonderful people asked for this piece, so here it is:

The heat was smouldering, and when it lit...it was going to be a wildfire.

Zhao Yunlan broke away from Shem Wei's tempting, uncompromising mouth with a small gasp, feeling as though he could fly, as if he was playing Caprice No. 24. He was pressed against the counter, his feet spread so that Shen Wei could stand between his thighs, one hand possessively cradling his hip, the other buried in Yunlan's hair.

His chocolate brown eyes were nearly black with desire, blown wide and his gaze is intense, rimmed with red. His glasses are tilted and his cheeks are flushed a beautiful pink, his carefully tidy hair style an absolute mess. Zhao Yunlan has never seen anything so beautiful and files away this moment, to take out and re-live, when he inevitably alone.

Some of the greatest symphonies begin quietly, taking time and skill to blossom fully with the power and tones of the orchestra. It was how he had imagined a relationship with his angel might, if he ever met him, develop. Swallowing a moan as Shen Wei kissed his jaw, mouth sliding over his Adam's apple as he arched his neck back, it became clear that 'slow' was clearly the last thing, on his angel's mind.

He doubted Shen Wei wanted one night either.

There was too much devotion in those eyes, too many promises, the words invisible but the emotion so real, it felt like a thousand red threads, binding them together. There was too much reverence in the way he touched him and far too much longing amid the passion in his kiss.

Hell he was kissing him like a man starving, driving desire ever higher. He was proud of his coordination; managing to pull that white shirt free from his slacks, ready to begin the fight with those small buttons. Gasps spill from his mouth, as those sharp teeth bite down, sending sparks flying along his nerves, the flight or fight response getting confused, so all that's left is the burning cry of 'more'.

"Shen Wei..."

That sleek, dark head lifted at the sound of his voice and those intense eyes, stared into his with enough longing to break a weaker man. In answer he pushed the unbuttoned vest off his shoulders, pulling his gorgeous body closer, until he was all but leaning on him, and kissed those smiling lips, letting his own need come to the front.

When they broke for air, Shen Wei slid his hands down, shaping his hips as he pushed up his t-shirt. Yunlan laughed, free and happy, taking the hem from those elegant fingers, to pull it slowly over his head. A hot mouth descended on his chest immediately, the feel of his tongue tracing his pectorals making him moan.

It was heady to go from thinking this might happen in a few weeks if he was lucky, to having this right now, being able to watch those long lashes flutter, his expression rapturous. Somehow in the tight confines of the kitchen, between the small island and the counter, Shen Wei slid to his knees, uncaring of his no doubt expensive pants.

Hands free to caress, he stroked that beautiful face, marveling at the way his touch, brought such an expression of bliss to that angelic face. The music he could make, to try and capture that look forever...

He was distracted by the feeling of Wei's fingers at his belt, pulling the leather free, long fingers grasping the buckle with urgency. The reserved, controlled man consumed by his own passion, proving that this angel was going to be a demon in bed. He couldn't wait.