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The entire Alliance knows Yu Wenzhou holds Huang Shaotian’s leash. It’s comical how easily Blue Rain’s captain can bring his partner to heel. All it takes is a single look, and silly, chattering Huang Shaotian gulps and falls silent.
They all forget - a leash has two ends.
It’s late at night. Yu Wenzhou has the training room to himself with his Vice-captain, packing up for the evening. Huang Shaotian is complaining about the menu in the cafeteria as they leave; Yu Wenzhou listens with half an ear, satisfied with today’s work, his thoughts thrumming too fast to allow sleep quite yet.
Huang Shaotian always recognizes an opportunity.
Hands on his shoulders spin Yu Wenzhou around and close around his wrists, pinioning his hands behind his back and pushing him against the wall so fast his head spins.
“Shaotian,” Yu Wenzhou warns mildly as he tests the give of Huang Shaotian’s grip.
“Captain?” Huang Shaotian replies, the casual tone of his voice no different than it was a moment ago.
“Aren’t you going to let me up?” Yu Wenzhou asks, resting his cheek against the wall and surrendering his attempts at escape.
“Nope, can’t do it, no, no, no, not an option,” Huang Shaotian replies cheerfully. He knows Yu Wenzhou can’t break free. The angle is too poor and he’s the only one with leverage.
Yu Wenzhou breathes evenly, his skin prickling as warmth pools below his navel. “I’ll have to give you extra training.”
Teeth press against the nape of his neck; Yu Wenzhou’s back arches involuntarily, and Huang Shaotian laughs against the sensitive skin there, his voice rough. “No, I don’t think you will.”
He’s right. Yu Wenzhou would never punish Huang Shaotian for his own nature. Blue Rain’s Sword Saint, who played the noble Blademaster as a kill-stealing opportunist. Blue Rain’s true assassin, an unseen blade pointed at their enemies’ hearts.
Huang Shaotian pushes Yu Wenzhou forward harder against the wall, until his chest presses flush against Yu Wenzhou’s back and his captain is thoroughly trapped. Yu Wenzhou lifts his head, finding it hard to catch his breath from the way Huang Shaotian’s heat radiates through his clothes.
Huang Shaotian tightens his grip on his captain’s wrists; when Yu Wenzhou gasps, Huang Shaotian frees one hand and fits his palm across Yu Wenzhou’s throat, the web of his thumb and index finger pressed snug against the soft hollow below his captain’s jaw. Yu Wenzhou’s legs go weak at the bite of his blunt nails against his pulse.
“You’re still thinking too much, captain,” Huang Shaotian scolds. “Let me help you with that.”