#nervously fidgets

Note: Characters are around 22 years old. The rating by the end of the story can be more of M-ish? Just saying to be safe, but nothing too descriptive.

AO3

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He was walking the lively streets in a rather good mood. The day had turned into night, the sky was dark with no stars. The neon lights were bright and created an illusion of a day that would go on forever. He was wearing his favorite black jacket, his hands relaxed in the pockets. His lips itched for a cigarette, the last one being finished a couple hours ago. Thoughts of work circled in his mind. Recently things were going well with the family business and he hadn’t had to beat up anyone, or ask anyone to beat up someone, for a week now. People had behaved so nicely lately. It was rather relaxing that things were rolling so smoothly. Or so he told himself. Now, he was starting to get really bored. And that wasn’t a good thing. So he had come to the only conclusion there was: he needed him to entertain him. Have him play with him. They could have some fun together. It had been too long for his liking since they had seen each other anyways. Wearing a confident smile in his face he stopped by the convenience store for some cigarettes. He threw a flirtatious smirk for the two ladies standing by door when he noticed they were glancing at him. He heard them giggle after him, and felt satisfied that his charm was still there and doing good. But then again, these kind of things didn’t really matter a shit to him. There was zero interest.

Grabbing his favorite brand of cigarettes, he stepped outside at the smoking area, lighting a cigarette between his lips. The taste was perfect, the faint mint invading his lungs. Addicting, like him, he thought. Relaxing, like him, he thought. He chuckled shaking his head. He lingered by the smoking area, sucking in the poison, watching people pass by. It was late Friday night and that was how the streets looked like too. High schoolers were excited and loud, staying up late, going for a visit to the arcade, office workers looked chipper and happy, heading to get some relaxation after a week of hard (or not so hard) work, young people were coming and going, heading anywhere they wanted to. He threw away the cigarette butt as he saw the ladies from before walking closer to him. He gave them a last confident smile and walked off. He didn’t feel like chatting them up right now. There was someone else he was far more invested in right now. Someone who was rough around the edges and interesting in so many levels. He turned to walk the busy streets. A glimpse of red caught his eye and he silently thanked Lady Luck. He followed the familiar red, keeping a good distance. The redhead looked pissed off. This could be fun. He loved a challenge. Licking his lips he zigzagged in the crowd and sneaked an arm around his shoulders. He sensed him tense and give him a glare. Beautiful, he found himself thinking.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Mo Guan Shan asked genuinely surprised, his frown ceasing for a moment.

“I came to see you,” He Tian beamed at him.

“Don’t you have any work to do?” Mo Guan Shan asked blank, now facing forward. He continued walking in the crowd. He didn’t bother to shrug the other off, he knew it was pointless.

“It’s all too peaceful, I’m kind of bored,” He Tian answered with a chuckle in his tone, his fingers on Mo Guan Shan’s shoulder playfully touching the bare skin. It was surprisingly soft, but the firm muscles didn’t go unnoticed. Mo Guan Shan could be stubborn, but He Tian knew he enjoyed his touches even if he didn’t show it.

“That so. Don’t you have anyone else to bother? I’m busy,” the redhead asked, the frown now fully back on his face.

“Who pissed you off?” He Tian asked taking a better look at Mo Guan Shan’s face.

“None of your damn business,” came the annoyed reply.

The neon lights were left behind and the further they walked, the less there were people around them. He Tian recognized the streets all too well. He had walked them too often. Alone. With his redhead. Full of memories, good and bad. He loved them all. They meant the world to him. He looked down at Mo Guan Shan who was going forward determined. His destination was set and clear, his mood still a bit sour He Tian noticed. He Tian’s eyes lingered on him. Mo Guan Shan’s features were rough. Sharp nose, thin lips, piercing eyes... All of them captivating. Moving his eyes further, the neckline in his shirt was big and loose, and so inviting. He wanted to feel the exposed skin, drag his fingers along it, kiss it, leave his mark on it. On his right ear, He Tian noticed, was an earring. His eyes widened slightly. He recognized it right away. He felt the warmth buzz in his chest. This guy… He could be so adorable. He Tian gripped Mo Guan Shan’s shoulder harder, leading him to the park they had currently been passing by. It was dimly lit, only one street light stood by the street.

“Fuck, what? I don’t have time for your bullshit,” Mo Guan Shan tried to fight his way back to the street.

“Shut up and play nice.”

He Tian could feel the glance Mo Guan Shan sent his way. Rarely, he ignored him. Pulling the other in the dark, they passed by the silent playground. The cheerful streets had turned into silence, the only sound being the grovel grumbling under their shoes. The night breeze was light and warm on their skin. He Tian led them to a small path behind the playground. There was a dirty bench nearby, and in the dark the place looked quite shady. It didn’t seem like a place where people would want to hang out after dark, which, for He tian, fit just perfectly. It was a secure spot with some privacy he desperately wanted right now. He Tian’s arm left Mo Guan Shan’s shoulder, and he grabbed a hold of his shirt instead. The kiss was sudden, but He Tian was pretty sure Mo Guan Shan had expected it. He felt arms wound around his neck and He Tian deepened the kiss, exploring Mo Guan Shan’s mouth. He tasted as delicious as ever and his lips craved for more and more. Tongues tasted each other, lips were sucked and bitten. He Tian’s hands found Mo Guan Shan’s backside, and he grabbed his ass. It felt perfect on his hands and he kneaded it gently. Mo Guan Shan moaned quietly and the kiss was broken. They gasped for air in silence. Mo Guan Shan looked tempting in the dark, He Tian wanted to have him right there. His hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the hot skin on his fingertips.

“Fuck, how impatient can you be? It’s less than ten minutes to my place,” Mo Guan Shan breathed hotly on his cheek. The scent on him was so alluring. He Tian kissed his right ear, giving the earlobe a gentle nib. He loved that Mo Guan Shan was wearing the earring he gave him so many years ago. It excited him that he had kept it stored somewhere. Middle school, it felt like eternities ago. And He Tian still had Mo Guan Shan in his life. His heart felt so full and happy. He loved the man on his arms so much.

“But you looked too irresistible, I wanted to have you right there and then. Be glad I bothered to bring you this far from the street,” He Tian answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His dipped his thumbs under the redhead’s waistband teasingly.

“No way, not a chance. Outside is off limits,” Mo Guan Shan said alarmed, removing the hands from his hips and taking a step back. He Tian followed him, taking a hold of his nape and kissed him passionately. Mo Guan Shan answered the kisses, clinging on He Tian’s shirt. A soft gasp escaped his lips. The air around them was turning delirious.

“F-fuck, He Tian, I’m serious. Let’s g-get the fuck going,” Mo Guan Shan mumbled into the kisses he felt were never ending. He took a hold of He Tian’s face with both of his hands and stopped him, looking deep in his eyes. He couldn’t see well because of the darkness, but he could tell they were filled with a lusty stare. “C’mon, change of scenery,” he mumbled against He Tian’s lips giving them a last teasing lick. He turned around swiftly, taking the strong wrist in his hand. Mo Guan Shan led them back to the street, loosening his grip on He Tian’s wrist. He Tian took Mo Guan Shan’s hand on his, entwining their fingers, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He walked next to the redhead, bumping their shoulders. Mo Guan Shan didn’t spare him a glance and He Tian grinned.

 The streets were almost dead. A few people passed them by, not daring to look at the two of them. Most of them crossed over the street to avoid them all together. And the two of them knew they looked dangerous in the late night. That’s how the world had taught them to be. To be tough. To be strong. But when the two of them were together, it was a completely different world. Soft and gentle, but still rough around the edges. A world that they could enjoy with each other, together, a world different from all the daily bullshit.

A moment later they arrived at the building Mo Guan Shan lived in. The fingers left each other and He Tian hung his arm loosely around Mo Guan Shan’s waist, pulling him closer. They walked to the elevator. Mo Guan Shan pushed the button and they waited for the doors to open. Seconds felt minutes. He Tian nuzzled in the red hair, his lips finding Mo Guan Shan’s. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but Mo Guan Shan pulled away. He Tian frowned unhappy.

“You are fucking impossible,” Mo Guan Shan hissed as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in, He Tian closely behind him. He Tian backed him at the wall and loomed over him, ghosting his hand on Mo Guan Shan’s neck.

“You’re the one who’s way too tempting,” He Tian said quietly on Mo Guan Shan’s lips. They stood there, the tension between them growing with each floor. Finally the doors opened and He Tian grabbed a hold of the redhead’s wrist and pulled him behind him impatiently. He dug the keys from his pocket and fumbled with them. He felt Mo Guan Shan press against his back. His half hard cock pressed on his ass and he had to fight the urge to touch him right there, concentrating on opening the door instead. Then suddenly Mo Guan Shan’s hand was palming his crotch boldly, and He Tian closed his eyes groaning. He needed to get the door open, now.

“Fuck, which one is the fucking right key?!” He Tian cursed, the touch blurring his thoughts. He managed to fit the right key in the keyhole and unlocked the door. He slammed the door open and pulled Mo Guan Shan in, who eagerly followed after him.

“Fucking finally,” he heard the redhead say feverishly and pull him in a rough kiss. He Tian stumbled against the wall, welcoming the lips on his. He felt Mo Guan Shan kick the door shut and the keys from his hand dropped on the floor with a cling, the only sounds left in the room leaving from the two of them.

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He was hurting all over. His head felt funny and his knuckles were burning. He looked at the sky above him, closing his eyes for a moment. Lying on the ground he could hear the shouts and cries of many other. Punches were thrown around, feet stomped on the ground. The sky, it was almost clear with only a few thin clouds trying to hover over the sun.  More cries echoed nearby, bodies fell on the ground. It should be raining on a day like this he thought. The air stood still. His body felt heavy. Too tired to move. So he laid there. Hearing it all. Hearing him. And the rage in his voice. The furious shouts. He closed his eyes again, and a smile crept on his face. That stupid.

  He had been walking back to home, it was only afternoon. In the nearby park he saw children playing, their shouts of joy echoing along the streets. The stalls were greeting passersby, inviting them to try whatever it was they were selling. With the wind came the sweet flavours that invaded the streets. He shivered a bit, the wind had a spice of chilliness, carrying the smell on autumn. It was a nice day, he was in a good mood. His guard down, walking around the corner nearby his home, he felt sudden pain and blacked out.

  He came around later with a strong punch on his jaw. Fuck. It sting like bitch. Blinking, he tried to open his eyes. It took some time to adjust his vision and take a look around. Seven... No, nine men at least.

“Really? Nine against one?” he asked his voice rough.

“You know it’s not that simple,” one of them said, landing another punch on him.

It hurt. But he wasn’t planning to show that to them. He took in the surroundings. A rather small room, he was sitting in a chair, untied. They clearly underestimated him. There was a small window on the right, a door next to it. There were no sounds coming from outside. Shit… This surely couldn’t be good. He spat on the floor, trying to get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth.

“Call him over,” one of them said, holding a phone out to him.

He laughed, smirking widely, a crazy glint in his eyes. He rose up from the chair and took a hold of the man’s shoulders, shoving his knee on the man’s gut. Like fuck he was going to give them anything. The guy fell on the floor and another came for him. Avoiding the man’s fists he stroke back. Punches were thrown. But he knew nine were too much. Fuck, being weak like this, he cursed himself. After a few kicks and punches one of them took a hold of him behind, while another struck him in the stomach. His reflects tried to make him bend over at the pain, but the hands held him up. Coughing up some air he kept his head up, giving the man a cold stare. A stare that asked the man if he had a death wish. Another fist came flying on his temple and a few on his body after that. The hands holding him up let go and his body fell on the ground. He tried to catch some air.

“We just got a call he’s on his way.”

“Good, so he really is that much valuable to him then.”

His body stiffened. No. Gathering up all the strength left in his body, ignoring all the pain, he jumped on the guy nearby. Cracking their foreheads together, he took a hold of the man, and threw him at the nearby door. It opened easily and distracted him for a second. A second which was enough for one of the men to attack him and punch him on his back. And more were coming his way he noticed. Every muscle and bone in his body hurt, his vision blurred slightly. ‘No,’ he thought. He threw his almost unconscious body against one of the men and stumbled outside. Voices shouted. He was grabbed and thrown on the ground. Something hard hit him. He knew it wasn’t a fist, it felt more stiff and solid. Hell his left arm stung. Groaning, he tried to grip the grass under him.

“Fuck, he’s here! Don’t let him get close to that one!”

Shouts carried around, screams echoed in the air. He had fucked up again. He rolled on his back and groaned. He lacked the strength to get up. He knew it would worry him more, but he just couldn’t move a muscle. A sigh escaped his lips. He watched the sky. The grass was soft under him. Lying there time felt slow down. He felt the agony in the screams that surrounded him. He felt the angriness of the voices swearing at each other. And all the while he was lying there. He felt like an idiot. Why hadn’t he seen that coming? He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed again.

“Hey! Why are you just lying there? Guan Shan, get up!” He Tian’s shout carried to him. And then he was suddenly there, kneeling next to him, worry clear in his eyes. On his face the on-going fight was obvious:  stains of blood on his shirt, knuckles rugged and red.

“Ahh, so in the end you’re here…” Mo Guan Shan laughed out a bit.

“What the fuck are you about? Let’s get going,” He Tian hurried, trying to keep his composure, offering his help, Mo Guan Shan gladly accepted it. On the way to the black vehicle waiting for them, he could see men lying on the ground, some out of it, some squirming in pain. Broken bones, cuts, bruises. Once in the car, the ride took off immediately. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized holding. He sank on the seat. Only now he realized how fucked up his body was. Everything burned and hurt, he wondered how he had managed to walk to the car even with He Tian’s help. Then there were hands on him, checking his body for any fatal wounds.

“He Tian –“

“Don’t,” he cut him off with angry eyes.

The warms hands explored him throughout. And he let them. He couldn’t argue back right now. He winced at the touches few times, the sounds always making He Tian give him a worried look. It seemed like he even had a few cuts, which was strange, since Mo Guan Shan didn’t recall seeing a knife. He Tian, satisfied nothing was too serious, sank down next him, sighing deeply.

“You’re too reckless,” He Tian said, his eyes still looking at Mo Guan Shan.

“It was really out of blue,” Mo Guan Shan stated the fact, no matter how hard to believe it was. Seeing He Tian worried like this wasn’t often. It was a rare sight, the usually confident and rather arrogant man he was. His eyes were still on him, trying to convince himself that his lover was okay. Mo Guan Shan brushed his fingers gently over He Tian’s, entwining them with his, assuring him he was there next to him and he was fine. He Tian held them stronger. Guess he had really scared him. He couldn’t help the smile that crept on his face once again.

“…What are you smiling for? And at a situation like this? They could have killed you,” He Tian said the last words quietly, not even wanting to think the possibility of something so horrible happening. “Do you have any idea who they were?! They’re completely okay with killing people.”

“I’m fine, I’m still breathing. I might be hurt but that’s how life goes sometimes,” Mo Guan Shan said his voice assuring.

“You’re not fine, look at yourself! I’m going to hurt them so bad… They’re going to regret they ever came after you,” He Tian said his voice now colder and angrier than ever, eyes growing dark with each thought. Mo Guan Shan looked at him. He felt the grip grow stronger on his hand. He loved that He Tian cared for him so much, and Mo Guan Shan knew he would do anything for He Tian too. But at the same time it was frightening. Because Mo Guan Shan knew what He Tian was capable of. To what lengths he would go for him. They were 24 years old now. Grown-ups, adults, they knew how this side of the world played itself. And it could be so unforgiving and cruel at times.

“He Tian…” he called the other. He Tian’s eyes were full on emotion he for once couldn’t hide, and Mo Guan Shan watched him. The deep black eyes he could look forever into. The man in front of him was beautiful and strong, and his eyes told him so much. Working in the dark side of the world had it downsides, such as the events today. Neither of them was ready to lose each other. The tension in the car was high, no more words were needed to decipher their feelings.

Suddenly the car pulled over at a silent street. The streets had grown dark, sky was the color of a deep maroon, changing to black. The street lights illuminated the lonely streets. He Tian stepped out of the car, helping Mo Guan Shan get out as well. Taking a hold of Mo Guan Shan’s hand, He Tian nodded to the driver. They took the stairs to the second floor, He Tian patiently waiting as Mo Guan Shan awkwardly climbed the stairs. The apartment was rather small with two rooms, used for emergencies such as today.

“Take a shower,” He Tian ordered him. “There should be towels in the bathroom.”

Mo Guan Shan looked at the hand still holding his. He gave it light squeeze and the hand let go reluctantly. Mo Guan Shan walked over to the bathroom, stripped his clothes off and examined his body from the mirror. It looked quite bad.

‘I sure as hell look as I feel,’ he thought as he stepped under the shower. He hissed slightly as the drops of water hit his skin. The warm water soothed his aching body, the color of it dirty red at first as it flowed in the drain. Mo Guan Shan sighed deep.

He got out of the shower and changed into some spare clothes he found from the bathroom. He stepped out, making his way to the bedroom. He smelled the lingering smoke in the air and knew He Tian was still with him. Not that he believed he would go anywhere. He heard the bathroom door shut close. Lying down on the rather nice bed he closed his eyes momentarily, listening the shower turn on. He must have dozed off, since the next moment he felt someone sit on the edge of the bed. He saw He Tian’s back facing him. Mo Guan Shan moved softly on the bed closer to the other. He Tian didn’t move, so Mo Guan Shan wrapped his arms around the other’s waist from behind, resting his forehead on He Tian’s nape. The silence was heavy.

“Sorry,” he finally murmured in the black hair.

He Tian sighed, and closed his eyes.

“Me too, I’m sorry.”

He Tian turned around so he could face Mo Guan Shan. Mo Guan Shan watched his eyes for a moment and took a hold of his hand, feeling the ragged knuckles.

“You know I’d do anything for you,” He Tian said quietly, his hot breath tickling Mo Guan Shan’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, even the thought of it makes me go crazy…”

“I know,” Mo Guan Shan said still feeling the strong fingers. He knew he was serious. He Tian was no small fry in their circles. Mo Guan Shan himself had some reputation too, but He Tian was on completely different level.

“No, I don’t think you do! You mean everything to me, you are my world Guan Shan, I can’t imagine what would happen if someone were to take you away from me,” He Tian said taking a hold of the redhead’s strong jaw, his eyes piercing the other. “You are my everything… Don’t you ever dare to leave me.”

Mo Guan Shan winced slightly at the touch, his jaw rather sore, but watched He Tian’s serious face. He saw all the love and worry, all the possessiveness, all the want in his eyes. He knew it all already. Because he felt the same.

“And do you think the same doesn’t apply to you?!” Mo Guan Shan said with a bit strained tone. “I know you’re strong and more than capable of protecting yourself, but I still can’t help but worry sometimes if someday something might happen. So fucker, don’t you go and do anything reckless either.”

A moment of silence passed between them. It was as much of a confession they were able to get out of each other.

“Fine,” He Tian finally broke off the stare, lowering his eyes to look at Mo Guan Shan’s lips, they were rough and thin. He Tian closed the gap between them, and Mo Guan Shan welcomed the kiss. Lips on lips, the kiss was gentle. He Tian moved his hand from holding Mo Guan Shan’s jaw to his nape, pushing more strongly into the kiss. Mo Guan Shan opened his mouth slightly, inviting He Tian’s tongue to explore more.

“Ahh…” a small moan escaped Mo Guan Shan’s lips. It excited He Tian.

The room was filled with the sounds of the two of them sharing kisses, and He Tian’s hands slipped under Mo Guan Shan’s shirt, exploring the skin gently. He didn’t want to hurt him. The kisses heated up more aggressive. Mo Guan Shan winced quietly. His head hurt and his eyes blurred for a moment.

“Shit…”

“What’s wrong?” He Tian questioned moving slightly away to take a better look at him.

“Just my head, guess I took quite many hits.”

“C’mon, let’s lie down.”

He Tian pulled the covers off and they both got under them. He Tian pulled Mo Guan Shan close, hanging onto him tight and Mo Guan Shan enjoyed the radiating heat from him, relaxing on his arms. He Tian placed a few soft kisses on Mo Guan Shan’s forehead and hair, nuzzling gently on the short strands. Feeling content he drew circles on Mo Guan Shan’s back.

“Guan Shan…”

“Mm?”

“Promise to never leave me,” He Tian mumbled quietly in his hair.

“I made that promise already years ago,” Mo Guan Shan replied kissing the fingers that held his. He felt He Tian pull him even closer and tangle his legs with his. Mo Guan Shan closed his eyes. At moments like these he forgot everything else. It was just the two of them. And it was perfect.

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A/N: So here’s something I came up with today. It’s not actually my first TianShan fic, but it’s the first one I decided to publish. I really like how it turned out. I’m currently waiting for AO3 registeration, so once I get that done I’ll put this there too. And probably this other fic I’ve written of these two too. It’s a lot more mature than this one, so I don’t think I’ll put it here in Tumblr.