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#wangxian #DarkLanZhan mamaxian x mobsterji

🔞 ugly meet, a bit dubcon, kinda s*xworkerxian to sugarbabyxian to ???

“A-Yuan! No!” wwx screeched. He’d only taken his eyes off his son for a moment to check a work text, one rudely informing him that if he didn’t come in on his

"How is your ankle?" lwj asked as the elevator dinged open and his steps began to echo through the call.

"Eh..." wwx tentatively put his weight on it, hissing slightly. "I mean... I don't think it's broken, but I should probably takes some meds and ice it— or do you heat

a sprain?" he asked, already pulling out his phone— sending a little thank you to the phone screen gods that it hadn't broken when he fell —and searching up how to treat a sprained ankle and beginning to babble to his boss about RICE: Rest, ice, compression, and elevate. Vaguely,

he noted that the man had gotten into a vehicle and the call had shifted over to bluetooth. No one else had spoken, so he assumed his dom was driving himself over, rather than taking a driver, and his mind and stomach briefly fluttered with the possibility of a quickie in

the back— not that having a driver likely would have stopped them. Actually, the idea of fucking while someone chaffered them around— of lwj forcing him to suck him off while a driver asked for directions and lwj answered him back in a completely normal tone, as though nothing

special were happening...

wwx shook himself as he continued rambling on about ankles and bones and the muscles of your leg and foot. He glanced down, thankful that he was so small and not popping a boner in public. If lwj got hard in public literally everyone would know.

"Well, I'd say at the moment, unless I want to get down on the ground and raise my leg above my head, I don't think elevate is happening. It's cold enough out that this probably counts as ice though and—"

"Hey there cutie pie!" a man's voice called from down the trail.

wwx glanced behind himself, looking for whoever the man had been addressing and finding no one. "Who, me?" he asked, turning back towards the man and finding him smiling at him in a rather, ah... seductive way? No... that couldn't be right, could it?

"wwx?" lwj asked,

his voice tight through his headphones. "What is happening?"

"Of course I'm talking to you, sweet thing. You waiting for someone, or are you open to having a little fun?" the stranger asked as he came closer to wwx.

"Uhm..." wwx sighed, trying to take a step back from the man.

"wwx?" lwj asked again, his voice so strained that wwx shuddered. Under other circumstances— like his being a little shit and just asking to be punished —he would have enjoyed upsetting the man so much. Under these circumstances, however...

"Ah... yeah," wwx said, summoning up

years of training in both customer service and the job he should have had with the Jiangs to make himself sound sincere. "Sorry, man," he laughed, shooting the guy the smile he used on his son when the kid needed to have a bit of fear put into him. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend,"

he lied, hoping the dude would take the hint and get lost. He wasn't available, he wasn't just waiting for a friend, he was waiting for someone who— based on the swearing coming through through his headphone —might very well kill the stranger just for daring to even talk to him.

"He's running a bit late, but he'll be here soon,"

"Come to play a bit with your boyfriend, eh?" the man asked, his smile spreading impossibly wider as he continued his slow, off-putting walk towards wwx. "He ain't here now though, so how about we have a little fun? You can just

tell him you opened your hole up for him in advance."

wwx's thought froze for the tiniest of moments, the world blank and empty before reality hit him. Sex! This man was looking for sex! Random stranger in the woods sex— wait... was that what this place was for??? Was that why

he'd seen almost no one on his run? They were all hiding in the woods fucking each other!?

"Thanks for the offer," wwx said, trying to resist the urge to back away from the man again. He didn't want to fuck up his ankle more, and showing the man he was uncomfortable—

not to mention injured —could encourage him to do... something. Something not good. The guy's entire vibe was just... not good. "My boyfriend likes to open me himself though," he said, willing his cheeks to not catch fire at how hot they were, "so he'll know that's a total lie."

"wwx," lwj growled, and wwx was pretty sure it was the result of some odd combination of concern for his safety and arousal, which under other circumstances would be amusing, but he had spent years training in how to read people. It was probably why he was so carefree around lwj;

he could just tell the man wasn't likely to hurt him— not unless he had permission, anyways. This guy though, with his sharp smile and greasy hair, with the way he lazily stepped towards him, his eyes looking over his body like he was something to eat... this guy was bad news.

"Possessive of you, is he?" the man asked, something more sinister flashing across his face before it fell back into something vaguely threatening and flirtatious. "I did always like taking things that weren't mine."

wwx's customer service smile fell away. In the background of

his call, he could hear a horn sounding repeatedly— lwj trying to get to him sooner, he assumed.

"wwx—" the man began to say, but wwx was already ending the call. He might suspect lwj already knew about his former association with the Jiangs, but there was no need for him to

know exactly who— what —he had once been meant to be. There was no need to make him worry about who he had let into his bed— or worse, give him reason to become like nhs and hope that wwx would join the Lans.

"I suggest you fuck off," wwx growled at the man, shifting slightly to

test his ankle. Using it would fuck it up even more, but under the circumstances...

"Or what?" the man laughed, biting his lip as he looked over wwx's body and took more steps towards him. Just a little further and he'd be within range, and wwx began weighing the pros and cons

of either taking the man out before he got a hand on him, or letting him touch and then—

The man took two large steps forward, his hand wrapping around wwx's arm and oh, wwx had always enjoyed being shorter. It was rare that he was a detriment to him— if anything, people often

underestimated him because he was on the shorter side. This man was no different, thinking their substantial difference would give him the advantage. Keep him safe. His mistake.

"We should go somewhere else, where your boyfriend won't find us," the man tugged on wwx's arm,

(A/N: violence~)

dragging him away from the tree he had been leaning on and—

wwx's other hand slipped up, digging into the man's hand, wrapping around his fingers and—

The man screamed as wwx snapped his fingers— the kind of break that would be unlikely to ever heal properly,

a perpetual reminder that trying to assault people was very, very bad. Bonus, he wouldn't be able to grab hold of anyone else quite a well anytime soon, although...

The man stumbled away, eyes wide as he screamed and muttered about how "it was just a joke." An obvious lie,

and wwx shot back into the man's space, biting his tongue as pain shot up his leg. He reached forward, grabbing the man's other hand and—

The man's continued screams and excuses covered up the crack of his other fingers breaking, stretched backwards so far he would likely need

a surgeon to reset them.

"You shouldn't touch someone without permission," wwx sniffed at the man, blinking at him in thought before smiling and beginning to limp away. "You should be glad my ankle hurts, or your balls'd be aching too!"

"You!" the man growled as wwx turned and—

(A/N: attempted assault)

wwx yelped when the man tackled him, both of them skidding through the ground. His watch buzzed against his stomach as he struggled to get his arms out from under him, the man's weight fully on top of him and locking his arms under him.

"You fucker!"

the man snarled, seemingly forgetting wwx had broken his fingers, as he tried to pull both of their pants down— shock and adrenaline liking aiding his attempts. Given the swearing going on behind him, however— not to mention the way the man was getting nowhere with their clothing

—wwx figured even the rush of the moment it wasn't enough to rid him of his pain, and it certainly wasn't going to be giving him back his dexterity. "You're gonna fucking pay! I—"

wwx flung his legs over the man's and heaved, his body screaming at him from the exertion as he

flipped them over. Fuck, he had really let himself go in the last... eh... however many years. He thought he had good reasons, though! Homelessness! Addiction! Child and shitty minimum wage job! Plus, he'd kinda figured he wouldn't ever need these skills again! How was he

supposed to know he'd end up being assaulted by some random dude on his run! If anything, he'd figured he should start working out again because of a) not wanting to die early for his kid, and b) fucking a random mob boss. That was a danger, not running in broad daylight!

"Idiot," wwx muttered as he settled on top of the other man. "Just cause I'm smaller, doesn't mean you can take me. You should have just let me go— seriously, I was gonna let you go with just a few injuries, you should have accepted my generosity. " He swooped his arms down,

pulling the man's legs up until he was no doubt in even more pain, his muscles stretching in ways they weren't used to. The dude's arms flailed back at him, but he obviously didn't have any formal training and his efforts only succeeded in annoying wwx.

The man continued to

yell while wwx sighed, wondering what to do now. Eventually, someone would hear the man's screams— or lwj would show up and that would be a whole 'nother can of worms. His dom was probably pissed he'd been hung up on and whether he took that anger out of wwx or his assailant—

"wwx!" a voice yelled, still so far away that, had the man not been calling his name, wwx wouldn't have known what the fuck was being yelled. A second later lwj was screaming his name again and wwx shook his head as he assessed the situation with more urgency than before.

He might suspect lwj knew at least something about his history, but he couldn’t be sure how much— and given the way his dom was screaming, his voice oddly high and definitely freaked the fuck out, the man probably didn’t know that he was perfectly capable of taking care of

himself. So, perhaps the best option was to let his boss think him not quite so dangerous, not quite so deadly… or completely faking it. Whatever. If that's what he ended up thinking, wwx would deal with it another day.

wwx waited until lwj’s voice was close— he was running,

most likely, the sound of his feet beginning to echo down the path as he approached the last turn or two and— wwx yelped, the sound much too loud and forced as he pretended to let the guy get the better of him, twisting him off and slamming him into the ground as he regained

(A/N: threats of r*pe)

his position on top. “Get off of me! Help! Lan Zhan! Help! He—”

“You think your boyfriend will be able to save you, you little shit,” the man snarled, his elbows digging into wwx’s back and making him legitimately cry out in pain. “He’s gonna come,

and then he’s gonna have to watch me r*pe you, or else—” the man fumbled, trying ineffectually to pull at his pants as he mumbled about getting his knife out, which almost made wwx laugh. There was no way the guy could do something like hold a knife with his hands so fucked—

**bang**

The scent of gunpowder and metal sizzled through the air, the man above him freezing. wwx shifted his head towards the other side of the path, finding his boss standing there looking… well, really fucking hot if he were being honest. All murder and rage in a beautiful

suit that was so blue it was almost black, gun in hand and aimed directly at wwx's attempted rapist.

“Unless you want a bullet through the brain this time, you will remove yourself,” lwj said, and were wwx not currently playing damsel in distress he would have laughed.