#xicheng Office AU

Lan Xichen, President of Gusu Power, Jiang Wanyin, Vice President of Yunmeng Electrics— rivals, polite corporate wars, can't stand each others' guts.

This is one of those days.

"And so I suppose that the joint venture between both companies shall commence once we have the formalities sorted." Lan Xichen declares as he scanned the meeting room; other twenty-something other directors focused eyes on him. His authoritative aura glares throughout the room.

"Like I said, President Lan, there are a few terms that we shall discuss, in length, prior to you making that call," a voice from the other side of the expensive, shiny table. Lan Xichen sat back on his chair as he eyed the man with his honeyed eyes.

Of course, Jiang Wanyin.

Inaudible gasps around the room, but evidenced by the expressions from the other directors present with him, from Yunmeng Electrics. Some of them sighing, while those from the Gusu Power sat up straighter, as flashes of memories from their previous 'war' served them.

Yes, THAT.

"The proportion for the suggested power plants and the subsequent facilities as stated in the initial contract doesn't meet with Yunmeng Electric's recommendations." Jiang Wanyin begins. He was concerned about the details of the project

And since he purposely came here to oversee the whole joint venture project, he need to make sure that everything is in place.

As he observed that he got everyone's attention now, he cleared his throat, strategies running inside his genius head, as he continues—

"Plus, we haven't sorted out the possible contingency plans which should be of concern if President Lan wouldn't want to deal with future problems," Jiang Wanyin smirked triumphantly as he made his point across, earning a few agreeing nods from his directors.

Rows of Gusu Power's side looks uncomfortable as their eyes flickers back and forth from Jiang Wanyin to their president.

'oh for fuck sake not another war...' Jiang Wanyin could hear their thoughts, and he can't help but smiles, menacingly.

He doesn't miss the equal smiles on his opponent, Lan Xichen. Ever so polite, stabbing hearts with those wide smiles plastered across his face.

If people said Jiang Wanyin is an evil incarnate, wait until they meet Lan Xichen.

He is a fucking Satan.

And so the Satan sit languidly in his chair, nonchalantly nodding his head while his fingers fiddled. He was absorbed in Jiang Wanyin's address to the issues, and seems to thoughtfully considered his ideas and suggestions.

He once again scanned the room to monitor the reactions.

Satisfied, he take one look at the confident, beaming Jiang Wanyin, before he himself smiles, and watched in anticipation for Jiang Wanyin's next debate.

Until suddenly the renowned Yunmeng Vice President doubled over the table.

Poll time!

Heavy angst or porn? You could now choose the direction of this thread!

"Fucking hell!" Jiang Wanyin cursed under his breath, face red in embarrassment for his sudden...'unlikely behavior', before he tried calming down and force himself to stand upright again.

Beads of sweat started to trickle on his forehead, his face flushed red.

Jiang Wanyin recollects his thoughts, attempting to continue where he has left earlier.

Before a voice from hell reached his ears—
"Vice President Jiang, you don't look well. Are you okay?"

The man from Yunmeng can feel his blood boils.

Lan Xichen sends his huge, friendly grin to Jiang Wanyin.

Jiang Wanyin restrained himself so hard not to stride over and punch the other man in the face.

The meeting room fell into silence. As if understanding that this meeting would also turn into another war in seconds.

"If it concerns you so much, President Lan, thank you. But I'm fine." Jiang Wanyin replied.
Standing firm, he continued.
"But I would prefer that you direct that care and attention to our project instead." Jiang Wanyin rejoiced at the way Lan Xichen's face shifts uncomfortably.

Lan Xichen stares the man down with his honeyed eyes, now dark with rage. But no one has ever witness his mood change, only felt the shivers in the meeting room, as if the temperature has suddenly dipped cold.
Jiang Wanyin ignores the mood and proceeds to ground his suggestion.

"With that being said, may I propose that Gusu Power re-evaluate the current proposal, taking into account Yunmeng Electric's recommendations and we shall critically discuss a few areas that need further attention," He paused.
"Granted, that the other members are also in on this"

He acknowledges the approving nods from his fellow directors before sending questioning stares to the other directors, urging them to send the motion over to their president.

His intention didn't go unnoticed. Of course the Satan knows. So well.

President Lan chuckled.

"Of course they're in on this, afterall I have already called on it, Jiang Wanyin." He ignored the way that Jiang Wanyin's face scowled at his address.

"But that would have to follow our procedures, and our respective teams shall carefully examine—

"With all due respect, President Lan, this is no small matter. I implore that we sort out the plans beforehand; as I said, important things could get messy if we went through this venture withou— aaaahhh!!! Fuckk!"

Jiang Wanyin screamed and unintentionally let out a loud curse.

He clenched his fist tightly, as he once again doubled on the table, more sweats formed on his forehead, his face flushed a brighter crimson red.

And from the other side of the table, the Satan laughed.

"You should get some rest, Vice President Jiang, let's discuss again soon."

One of the directors from Gusu Power immediately chided, "Y-Yes, sir, we could reschedule this meeting to a later date at your convenience should you need our team. I'm sure President Lan agrees."

That earned a nod from Lan Xichen, before another director from Yunmeng speaks up.

"Vice President, you sure you could continue? I could escort you back, a mind the others shall continue with this and we—" He abruptly stopped when Jiang Wanyin scrunched his brows again, more sweats dripping.

Face all flushed, he snarled before commanded—

"I'm fine! We can close this deal toda— ah!!"

Lan Xichen rise from his seat, before his soft voice ordered—

"We'll reschedule the meeting to a later date, I will discuss further with Vice President Jiang in details, so, gentleman, please—"

He gestured to the exit, towards the lavish spread of refreshments and drinks already prepared for the meeting. Rows of directors hurriedly left the room, leaving the two clashing heads to themselves, not willing to witness yet another war between them.

Lan Xichen smiled.

"Vice President Jiang," He begins. From where he's standing, he walks closer, approaching the other man.

"Would you like to rest in my office? I'm sure you'll be needing some time before you head back," He flashed his concerned smiles while handing him his handkerchief.

"Sir, I'll head back and I'll arrange the necessary in your absence. Take some time and regain yourself," Jiang Wanyin's assistant reassured him before he too, left the room.

Jiang Wanyin throws daggers to Lan Xichen with his grey, almond eyes.

With gritted teeth, he snarled.

"You just ruined my deal, Lan Xichen! Am I that incapable? Won't you give me some face?!"

"What do you mean? I respect your ideas, we discussed your concerns, the directors agreed, both sides. It's just wise for me to conclude it that way,"

"I call shit on that! It's not detailed enough, we can't just jump on it like this!"

Lan Xichen grinned.

Jiang Wanyin just want to punch the life out of him.

"We could discuss this again, like I said..." Lan Xichen approached, dangerously close to the other man. His smile hanging leisurely on his lips, eyes fixed on the Yunmeng's representative.

Jiang Wanyin flinched; he retracts a step backwards.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Helping you. You'll need a rest now, wouldn't you?" Lan Xichen steps into his personal space, ignoring the uncomfortable look on Jiang Wanyin's face.

He run his fingers onto his forehead, touching the beads of sweats, and laughed airily.

"You're unwell, hmm?"

Jiang Wanyin's heart beats fast.

"T-this.. is inappropriate. L-let go."

Finding himself suddenly caged between Lan Xichen's strong arms and the table that won't budge, of course, Jiang Wanyin's eyes flickers to the door, nervous wrecking his senses.

Lan Xichen stared down.

"Inappropriate, huh?" He smirked, sneaking his right thigh in between Jiang Wanyin's legs, locking their legs together.

His hands moved from the table to Jiang Wanyin's back, carefully tracking the body, as it travels down south.

"L-Lan Xichen... W-wha— What are you... ah! No!" Jiang Wanyin shuddered when a hand fiddles with his waistband, slyly sneaking in.

Jiang Wanyin is as red as a tomato, but he registered the glint in Lan Xichen's eyes.

"If..." He heard Lan Xichen breathes—

"If, the deal is to be critically discussed..." Lan Xichen begins. His hands moving inside the pants, touching his asscheeks.

Jiang Wanyin gasps.

"Then, don't you think this is the least you could let ME do? Hmm?" Lan Xichen whispered while blowing hotly into his ear.

"T-The venture got nothing to do with THIS, Lan Xichen! Hands off!" Jiang Wanyin stutters, fully aware of Lan Xichen's both hands, feeling up his asscheeks and kneading it with delight.

Lan Xichen breathes out a sigh.

"Do you want me to stop? You do want the deal, don't you—?"

Jiang Wanyin was about to retort when he felt fingers caressing his cracks.

Then he suddenly jolted.

"F-fuck you! Lan Xichen!!"

Lan Xichen laughed; the loudest he ever heard since the beginning of the meeting.

Jiang Wanyin hates this man.

Lan Xichen tugged at the buttplug even more at Jiang Wanyin's cries, moving it in a circular motion, languidly thrusting it in and out the tight hole.

Jiang Wanyin's moans are like music to his ears. He could feel the man trembles in his arms, and Lan Xichen's restraint is thin.

"No, I'll fuck you. With delight, Wanyin," Lan Xichen mumbled, his lips finding earlobe to nibble with, while his hands naughtily plays with the buttplug.

He is content with having the man in his arms, squirming under his ministrations.

"S-shut up! No! Ah!! N-not here, p-people... Someone will come in. Ahh! Xichen!" Jiang Wanyin trashes, his hole clenching tightly, and he could hear the embarrassing squelch as Lan Xichen moves.

His pants are about to get soaked wet. And they're in public. Well, almost public.

Ah! Steamy? Poll time!

Do they...mmm. Will Lan Xichen take him there? In the meeting room? Adventurous? Or will he drag Wanyin back to his office? Or?
Will they do nothing, and deny Wanyin from pleasure?

"Mm you're so wet and ready for me, Wanyin," Lan Xichen mutters, slender fingers still moving the buttplug around, letting the slight vibration hitting Jiang Wanyin's sensitive spots.

Jiang Wanyin arched his back in response, fingers digging into Lan Xichen's broad shoulders.

"X-Xichen, stop...I can't.." He rests his face in the crook of his neck, muffling his moans with panted breaths.

With Lan Xichen caging them tightly, hips pressed against each other, lips ravaging every exposed skin, hands exploring every dips, it's clear how much they...wants.

But the older man took pity of his beloved, and finally let go of the vibrator, leaving it snuggly plugged inside the tight hole, relishing in Jiang Wanyin's slump into his embrace.

"T-Thank you..."

"It's not over yet, Wanyin. Too early for that."

Jiang Wanyin whined.

"Sigh, why are you whining cutely? Makes me want to ravish you here... Or shall I?" Lan Xichen made a move again when Jiang Wanyin jumped, successfully adding a little distance between them, before he adjusted his ruffled shirt and pants. He clumsily runs his fingers to his hair.

"This is a mistake. I shouldn't agree to this dumb stunt of yours!"

Lan Xichen stares expectantly in his direction.

"Hmm?"

"Let's not bet over something shameless like this again, Xichen. And if I see your fingers hover on that panel again, I'm leaving you!" Jiang Wanyin huffs

before he continues

"What would they think? That I was in immense pain? That I'm about to die? When it's all just feeding your kinks? You perverted ass!"

"But you love it very much last night, my Wanyin," Lan Xichen smiled, as memories of their lovemaking flooded his mind.

"T-that...!" Jiang Wanyin blushed heavily, his entire body curled like a grilled shrimp.

Lan Xichen seemed to enjoy the sight of his lover being embarrassed in front of him, while he absent mindedly cleaned his hands, tidying up himself.

He reached for his phone. And the other.

"Mm, so I shouldn't make you put that buttplug in next time?"

"Not at work! Never again! God why am I so in love with you like this I'm so stupid!"

Jiang Wanyin was busy cleaning his pants, trying to erase the evidence of their...'play' earlier, so he replied without thinking.

But that remarks doesn't escape the ears of his lover of three years, Lan Xichen. He giggles happily, stealing a kiss from him.

"It's rare to hear you admitting that you love me. What's the occasion today? I'll surely approve that venture anyway."

Jiang Wanyin splutters.

"Oh... I.... Don't... Um... Ah, I'm leaving. Anyway, see you at home, Xichen-ge!" Jiang Wanyin lightly pecks Lan Xichen on the cheeks, stealthily escaping the wandering hands before he walks away, quickly heading to the exit.

But of course Lan Xichen isn't ready to let him go.

And that is exactly when you'll find Yunmeng Electric's Vice President, Jiang Wanyin, braced himself at the nearest wall as he slides his body for support, knees weak.

"Lan Xichen!!" He shouted.

And Gusu Power's President rare laughter erupted yet again in the meeting room.

"Who said you could leave, my Wanyin? We're not done yet." He crouched on the floor, not even a hand to support the slumped Jiang Wanyin.

"You—! Aahh!! Fuck stop! Okay okay I'll do what you want today! What the fuck, Xichen!" Jiang Wanyin cursed as he glance at him.

"Promise? Be good? You're not going to leave me hard like this again?" Lan Xichen taunts. His satanic smile is back on that pearly white teeth.

A smile to manipulate, a smile to seduce, a smile to annoy; he learned to differentiate them.

But Jiang Wanyin is an idiot in love.

No matter what Lan Xichen does, he didn't actually have the heart to deny him. That is exactly why these events happened.

"So Vice President Jiang, shall we discuss the details in my office now?" Lan Xichen offered his outstretched hands, diplomatically ending their 'war'.

And when Jiang Wanyin nods, he finds himself being lifted up by strong arms to the door, before he struggled violently to be put down, wary of stranger's eyes.

And if anyone past that door noticed his kiss swollen lips and flushed cheeks, nobody dares to point it out anyway.

They walked past another board room, side by side, while Lan Xichen being greeted by his staff, and occasionally stopped for a brief seconds, exchanging pleasantries.

And when he noticed Jiang Wanyin squirming on his feet while he fiddles his fingers again, he just smiled wider.

As they approached the gathering crowds on their way to the President's office, Jiang Wanyin's eyes silently begged Lan Xichen to directly take them to the office, feeling his moans almost slipping out of his mouth yet again even when the vibrator is at the minimum.

The long walks and various stops to the office, with the damned buttplug vibrating in his ass, and enduring knowing smirk by his Satan; almost breaks him.

Jiang Wanyin desperately begged with his eyes for Lan Xichen to hurry already.

But Lan Xichen sends him a questioning look.

Aha! Satan at work! Poll time!

Would he... Stop by and chit chat, while playing with the vibrator controller? Or?
Take pity on his beloved and hurriedly bring him to the office. He is about to get blueballs, remember? Or?
Letting Wanyin go first. Let the man rest!

"Won't you be patient just a tiny bit more, my beloved?" Lan Xichen winked suggestively as he straightened his tie and proceeds to walk into the crowd, mingling, socializing with glee.

With Jiang Wanyin on his side, dumbfounded.

He was about to bargain his case when Lan Xichen ignored him and began greeting the directors, one hand inside his pocket, playfully touching the panels.

Jiang Wanyin squirmed, and tried very hard not to moan loudly and risk embarrassing himself.a

Although he cursed Lan Xichen with his entire existence.

The man in question, leisurely eyed him; pausing at the delectable canapes and finger food served as refreshments, offering them to the sweating Jiang Wanyin.

Jiang Wanyin approached him closer, bringing them to a corner.

"We're done here, right? Please, please let us leave already. It has been quite some time..."

"Mm? What is, Wanyin?"

"You've had your fair share of play. Or revenge. Whatever you're calling it. So please, ahh! Don't play! P-please..." He gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Lan Xichen rejoice in admiring Jiang Wanyin's contorted face, and his sheer will to keep his lips closed from moaning in pleasure.

But he is not done yet. There's still something good he would love to test his lover with.

"I won't understand if you don't tell me, love,"

"So, speak properly. Beg." Lan Xichen taunts.

Jiang Wanyin pinched his arms in retaliation, but was abruptly stopped when the vibrator inside him began buzzing at maximum speed.

"Mmphh!" He tightened his hold onto Lan Xichen's arms, wary not to clutch the older man's shoulders.

"F-Fucking...e-evil!!" In his ragged breath, he cursed Lan Xichen, but was met with a beautiful, eerie chuckle.

Lan Xichen's honeyed voice wafted into his ears.

"I didn't hear you beg, yet, my beloved." He leaned closer, before stealing a quick peck on his cheek, all smiling.

"And if you don't plan on doing so anytime soon, I shall introduce you to my teams then!" He chirped happily, gesturing Jiang Wanyin to follow him, slyly lowering the intensity to minimum.

Jiang Wanyin let out a shuddering breath, picking up his normal, business-like facade.

As soon as he steadied his feet, he could hear Lan Xichen mumbling close;

"If only you'll let us be official, then I'll be more than happy to show you around in public. When would it be, my Wanyin? I have been waiting for so long..." He let out a frustrated sigh.

"I want to love you freely. I want to let everyone knows that I am yours, and you belongs to me," Lan Xichen sighed.

Jiang Wanyin's breaths got caught up in his chest.

"I...um.. X-Xichen...I..." But his whispers fell on deaf ears, as the distance separates them farther.

"Nevermind then," He heard Lan Xichen speak a little louder.

"Oh! Vice President Jiang, may I introduce you to Director Wang, our quality and safety head, you'll need his expertise soon," Lan Xichen swiftly introduced him to his team, pleasantly ignoring Jiang Wanyin's struggles

"A pleasure to be your acquaintance, Director Wang. Jiang Wanyin, Yunmeng Electrics," He extends his hands for greeting, before Lan Xichen suddenly spilled his drinks onto it.

Later, he wordlessly shoves him a napkin.

Jiang Wanyin's puzzled face met with those honeyed eyes.

And oh boy is he in trouble for nothing.

He clocks the stormy, honeyed eyes full of darkness, before he soothes his quickened heartbeats and settled into a light conversation with the director, still aware of Lan Xichen's presence beside him.

"...and so I hope we shall work well for the venture. I noticed you were in the meeting room earlier," Jiang Wanyin remarked.

"Oh yes, I was listening to your comments about the plans and took notes of the area that I need to revise with the team as well," Director Wang added.

They exchanged a few pointers with Lan Xichen occasionally adding his own remarks with regards to the joint venture.

"It was a careful thought, I can't help but to admire your strategies, Vice President Jiang." Director Wang smiled, an almost too friendly, in Lan Xichen's eyes.

Jiang Wanyin's airy laugh escapes his beautiful, red lips.

"Oh please, we'll be working together soon, everyone calls me Wanyin." He said, being all business-like, paving his way to make his work easier in future.

But Lan Xichen balled his hands into a fist.

"Aha! Alright then, Wanyin! So, among the plans discussed, would it be better if a triple security measures added into the system, for recognition and early prevention should the need arise?" Director Wang suggested in passing, flashing his smiles at the new address.

Neither of them registered the chilling aura of a certain President Lan when the discussion suddenly delves deeper.

"Oh! That was what I had in mind, too!" Jiang Wanyin gasped in delight upon hearing the suggestion. This Director Wang surely knows his thing.

"Though I initially thought I should reserve it when I discuss with your team first." Jiang Wanyin laughed happily when his ideas are about to be considered for the venture. He is delighted to know that his project would be in good hands.

Apparently someone has had enough.

"Oh I would be looking forward to start working with you as soon as we get the necessary amendments and then the formalities all sorted, Director Wang."

Jiang Wanyin was about to conclude their conversation with his future team mate, taking note of Lan Xichen's dangerous glint.

"I am sure with our teams combined, we both would be great toge— mmphh!" Jiang Wanyin halted his words when the vibrator started picking up speed again.

Lan Xichen, with his impeccable smile and caring nature, none of his devilish side revealed to the public, triumph in victory.

"Wanyin! Are you oka—" Director Wang took a step closer, before a strong arm lightly circled Jiang Wanyin's shoulder in lightning speed, and a deep voice resounded.

"Vice President Jiang, I think we shall head over to rest, you're still unwell since the morning meeting,"

Lan Xichen bends beside his Wanyin, with a piercing glare aimed at Director Wang, who wordlessly blinked at his president, dumbfounded with the sudden cold treatment.

"I-I think you should, e-excuse me, then," Director Wang fled the scene, puzzled, but decided not to inquire.

Jiang Wanyin muffled his moans with his hands, shooting lasers to Lan Xichen, who then conveyed his anger by the slight red on the tips of his ears.

Jiang Wanyin read it all too well.

It's jealousy.

The vibrator was immediately reduced to a minimum again when Lan Xichen ushered them to walk towards his office, not a word spoken.

Jiang Wanyin was writhing in Lan Xichen's hold, but he doesn't let it show as he tried to speak to his lover.

"Xichen..."

Lan Xichen ignored the address. He walked beside Jiang Wanyin and let go of his hold once he made sure the other man could stand on his own again.

"Lan Xichen..." Jiang Wanyin tried. In his sweetest whisper.

"Quiet. I'll get us to my office." Is the only reply Jiang Wanyin gets from his jealous lover.

In his slightly trembling shivers, Jiang Wanyin can't help but to coo at his beloved's jealousy. A light laugh escaped his thin lips, and Lan Xichen immediately quickened his steps.

As soon as they get into the President's office, the door was shut close with a loud bang, and a lock was clicked into place.

Lan Xichen lowered the blinds surrounding his glass walls, save for the ones overlooking the entire city from his high rise floor office.

Then his eyes darted to the blinking, wordless, pale-faced Jiang Wanyin who stood by the door, shocked by the sudden display of strength by his beloved.

And what happened next sends his entire body into overdrive.

Owho! They're finally, FINALLY there! Poll time!

What do you think happened? Kisses him angrily out of jealousy? Or
Rips his clothes to shreds, marking his ownership onto his beloved? Or
Pulls him into his desperate embrace tightly, breathing heavily into his scent?