Go with the Flow

Serious blurb:

His long, slender fingers bent backward at an impossible angle. Pain shot straight to his skull, and suddenly he remembered what that guy had said: "What a waste to use those hands for holding a gun."

They say undercover agents never get a happy ending. I suppose that's how it goes. Han Che, I'm sorry I lied to you.

I was loyal to my country, and I died by your hand. At least that settles things for both sides.

Death isn't scary. It just hurts a little...

Comedic blurb:

He's an undercover agent, one of those brave, heroic souls who would gladly die for his country and for justice. But then...

Han Che: "Your hand or your ass?"

Chu Chen: "Wha... what flower? Where do I pick it?"

Han Che: "You tell me."

Chu Chen: [swallows] "The one that blooms... in autumn?"

Han Che: [smiles] "It blooms whenever I tell it to."

Since when did undercover work require selling your body? Is it his fault he's handsome? Is it his fault he's all man? Is it his fault he's straight? Chu Chen wants to cry.

He gets ambushed, and things should be perilous, but then...

Han Che: "Want to watch the fireworks?"

What? Fireworks at a time like this???

Chu Chen: [crying] "What fireworks?"

With a loud bang, someone points at a car outside, now burnt to a crisp.

Han Che: "There. 'Fire' and 'works.'"

Chu Chen: "To hell with your fireworks!!!"

I'm trying to save you, and you want to get on top of me? Even undercover agents have professional standards! They say undercover agents never get a happy ending, but nobody said they'd lose their dignity!

Strong top, strong bottom. Lighthearted at first, a little angsty later, with a happy ending. A story about a top who puts on airs while admiring chrysanthemums, and a bottom who's miserable and full of self-doubt, yet gets completely and utterly devoured~