Something Beautiful and Wicked

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Glass shattered as Wu Genji shot the ceiling lights, leaving visibility to a minimum. She ran forward, and as Yuan Ning followed closely, running away. Shouts roared behind them, and soon after, they were being chased and followed through the alleyway, towards the night market.      

Yuan Ning pushed carts and food on the way to obscure the path of their pursuers as they dashed toward crowded places.      

They ran into a store, swapping jackets before escaping through the employee entrance.      

When they left, they slowed down, blending into a new crowd, pretending to be a couple taking a night stroll. Wu Genji released a breath. "We lost them."      

A car stopped next to them on the street, and a few men had come out.      

"Shit," Wu Genji spat. She grabbed Yuan Ning's hand as they dashed forward again.      

They went down a staircase toward an underground parking garage, running through the vast halls. The doors that lead inside the building were locked. They kept going from door to door until Yuan Ning noticed a couple of drunken teenagers unlocking one of them with a swipe card, and they followed them inside, shutting the door behind them.      

They didn't stop to catch their breath as Yuan Ning guided them through the corridors. "Where are we?" Wu Genji asked.      

"I'm not sure," Yuan Ning said. "An apartment? A hotel? An office building? Let's find out."      

They stumbled towards an elevator, and it led them to the main floor. Guests walked past each other. The lobby was semi-full and hardly busy.      

"We can't leave through the main entrance, there could be people waiting, and they saw us enter from the back. We're trapped inside."      

Wu Genji swallowed hard. "What could we do?"     

"We could dine," he said.      

"What?" she questioned.      

He grabbed her hand, leaving the hotel lobby and led them to a connected restaurant with a live show performance. They showed themselves to a table. "What would you like to start with?" the waitress approached quickly and questioned.      

"Water is fine for now," Yuan Ning replied.      

The waitress filled glassed and left. Anxiety rose in Wu Genji, and she tapped her foot incessantly. "We should call for help."     

"It won't come on time."      

"On time?" He was right.      

Yuan Ning then called the waitress back and spoke to her in a whisper. She nodded and left, returning with a swipe card not long after. He gave her money, and she led them toward the kitchen, guiding them to one of the building's many staircases. "I asked for a room," Yuan Ning explained. "We'll call Shun from there and wait for him to come."     

Wu Genji nodded, and they made it inside, locking the door behind them. They were finally safe.      

Upon entrance, Wu Genji dropped her coat and removed her mask. She then reached for the fridge, filling a glass with water, chugging it quickly. She then took a small bottle of liquor and drank it whole on the spot. "That was close," she breathed out.      

"Why did you save me?" Yuan Ning asked from behind.      

Wu Genji turned to face him with slight irritation. "Why shouldn't I?"     

He furrowed his brows. "So that you wouldn't reveal your true intentions in front of that man. You could have also gotten hurt because of the stunt you pulled," he responded, anger rising in his voice.      

"Are you upset that I saved you?"     

"You could have killed me. Now your boyfriend will tell your father whose side you're truly on. Your nephew may be farther from reach. You are better off without me."     

"Ex-boyfriend," she corrected him, "and you would want that? Wouldn't you?"     

"I don't know what you're saying," he responded.      

"I'm saying that you think that everyone is better off without you! But you're wrong. People care about you, Ning. Your family, for instance…" she paused and chuckled, stepping closer until his breath brushed her face. "For God's sake, me. Can't you see? I can't do any of this without you, and if you think I'd ever hurt you then—"      

She was going to say, "then you're mistaken," but his mouth had already collided with hers with a sweep of heat and impatience.      

Her eyes widened. It happened so quickly.      

Yuan Ning's hand cradled the nape of her neck, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss.      

Wu Genji didn't give herself time to think, didn't let herself think. She reached for him, closing in the space. Her mouth clashed with his, eagerly and impatiently, letting his tongue dance and invade her. A moan escaped her mouth as she gasped for breath.      

Whether they were together now because of the thrill of danger or because this was what they wanted for a long time, it didn't matter. Her hands were on him, on his belt, unclasping the loop. Yuan Ning pulled her hair tie free, letting strands fall over her shoulders.     

He then pulled his shirt over his head, and Wu Genji was entranced. It was not the first time she had seen his hard, bare and rigid muscles. But it was the first time her hands had felt them, had traced his chest and midriff sensuously.      

Yuan Ning reached for her shirt, undoing the buttons as he kissed her hard and frantically, his mouth claiming hers with passion and unspent lust.      

He broke the kiss to cup her face, gazing into her eyes intensely. He was asking for permission. He was telling her that she could stop this now, to prevent them from doing something irreversible. But she didn't want him to stop.      

Whether this was love or lust, she didn't care. All she knew was that they need each other, and she wanted him. She had lied to herself before when she said she wanted otherwise.      

"Please," Wu Genji answered achingly.      

His eyes widened and narrowed with desire. "As we wish," he said, lifting her thighs, cradling her against his hips.      

We, he had said.      

Yuan Ning kissed her again, this time slow and raw as they toppled over the bed. He then dragged her pants from her legs, stripping her naked with speed.     

He kissed her again, descending his mouth onto the peak of her breast, dampening her nipple. He was slow and intent, drawing out sounds from her throat, and it excited him.      

His mouth didn't leave her lips when his hand skillfully slid to her core, meeting warm moisture. He smiled.      

"You're already so wet for me," he teased.      

Wu Genji's cheeks heated. "Well...how could I not be when you kiss me like that?"     

"Like what?" he asked playfully.      

"Like you're making love. Only with tongues."      

He lifted a hand and brushed it across her cheek softly. "Well, we are about to do that," he said cheekily. "Aren't we?"     

Wu Genji's face reddened, but her lips quirked into a sly smile. She reached down and found his cock, hard and solid. She touched the head with the sweep of her thumb, and a low groan escaped his mouth.      

"God, I—" he started.      

Wu Genji smiled, genuinely and happily. It stunned him.      

"You're so lovely," he told her.      

And he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen, she thought. "Please," she pleaded softly. "Please just fuck me already, Yuan Ning."      

Those words sent him into a daze. He then stood up with great effort, reaching for a complimentary condom in the drawer. He quickly sheathed himself and joined her.      

There was no time for foreplay. No time for teasing and drawing each other out. There was only this, the need to be buried deep in pleasure.      

Yuan Ning had spread her legs apart with little effort, sliding inside her with wet ease. Wu Genji wrapped her arms around him instinctively, bracing herself for the ride. He entered, slow and intently, until every inch was inside, stroking deeply in her flesh.      

Wu Genji gasped and writhed beneath him. She heard him curse and praise her when her moves matched his, and her hands explored him everywhere, digging into his skin.      

He then lifted her on top of him, and they were sitting face to face, entangled. His hand brushed her long hair as she rid him with no intention of stopping. Yuan Ning called out her name between kisses as they met hip to hip, her flesh sliding over his cock. His groans encouraged her—provoked her. She pushed him down, and he lay flat beneath her sprawled.      

Wu Genji held onto his torso, fucking him until he was at the apex of his climax. She watched his face twist in pain—no, not pain—pleasure, deep and exploding pleasure when he finished.     

After it was over, Wu Genji collapsed on his chest, and he lazily ran his finger through her hair, catching his breath.      

"We were supposed to call your brother," Wu Genji said.      

Yuan Ning laughed. "You're thinking of that now?"     

Wu Genji chuckled. "I didn't know what else to say."     

"Did you finish?" he asked her, changing the topic.      

She looked at him. "No, but that's because we were going too fast."     

Yuan Ning laughed. "Then let me finish you."     

"Eh??" She said, heat rising on her face.      

"I said, let me finish you."     

"How?"     

He smiled. Without saying another word, he flipped positions, and he was on top. His mouth kissed her midriff, trailing down to the curve of her inner thigh and then the centre. Wu Genji angled her hips, waiting for his tongue to penetrate her flesh. She gasped when he did, grabbing onto the sheets with a hard and forceful grip. He licked her thoroughly; his tongue caressing her core with careful and special attention until she was shaking with bliss.      

Wu Genji had a lover before, but not one who cared about her gratification, not like Yuan Ning did with how he took his time and smiled triumphantly when she came in his mouth.