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1.
Lan Wangji has been cross ever since the meeting with Wen Industries, which is odd, since there’s really no reason why he should be so cross, considering the deal that they managed to secure definitely favoured Lan Enterprises over Wen Industries.
“Lan Zhan,” he murmurs quietly when they exit the conference room, “are you okay?”
Lan Wangji glances at him, holds his gaze for the barest moment, and then turns away and starts heading for his office.
Wei Wuxian frowns.
It’s not like Lan Wangji to ignore him, and Wei Wuxian itches everywhere at the thought of Lan Wangji being irritated at him enough to ignore him.
He hasn’t even done anything today!
“Lan Zhan-”
“Wei-gongzi!”
Wei Wuxian stills.
In front of him, a good couple of paces away, Lan Wangji does, too.
Wei Wuxian turns back, and sure enough, it’s Wen Ning.
“Wen Ning!” Wei Wuxian says, grinning.
“Gongzi,” Wen Ning says softly, smiling back at Wei Wuxian.
“Stop it with the gongzi shit,” Wei Wuxian chides. “You know I don’t like it.”
“Jiejie says-”
Wei Wuxian shushes him. “Your jiejie is not here to enforce any of the nonsensical rules she’s one-sidedly set,” he tells Wen Ning. “Call me by my name.”
The mere suggestion seems to offend Wen Ning’s sensibilities.
Wei Wuxian sighs. “Call me Xian-gege, then.”
Wen Ning nods, and beams at him. “Xian-gege!” he says dutifully. “Thank you for your help earlier.” He lowers his gaze at the words. “They sent me here to fail. That much you could probably tell.”
Wei Wuxian nods, frowning. “Was it Wen Xu?”
Wen Ning shakes his head. “Er-gongzi has taken over as our branch’s COO.”
“Wen Chao?” Wei Wuxian says, making a face. “At least Wen Xu was somewhat qualified! Why haven’t I heard about this?”
“Er-gongzi was just appointed less than a month ago,” Wen Ning tells him.
Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. He honestly should have guessed the moment he saw the proposal that Wen Ning was sent here to present. Wen Chao had sent him here to be humiliated in front of Lan Enterprises. If it weren’t for the fact that Wei Wuxian was trying to help Wen Ning, and that Lan Wangji was with him and being supportive, there’s no doubt that Wen Ning would have failed to secure the deal.
Wen Chao would’ve probably made a huge deal out of it, and tried to kick Wen Ning out of the company.
Ugh, Wen Chao has not changed at all since university!
“If he dares to pull a stunt like this again, call me,” he tells Wen Ning. “I won’t let anyone bully you.”
“You never do,” Wen Ning says, smiling up at him.
Wei Wuxian is just about to ask him if he’s got time to grab some dinner when Wen Ning’s gaze refocuses on something behind Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian turns, and finds Lan Wangji standing close behind him.
“Lan Zhan!” he says.
Wasn’t Lan Wangji just ignoring him a few minutes ago? Maybe he was just tired! Lan Wangji did go to bed later than his usual bedtime last night, and the entire meeting with Wen Industries overran by at least three hours more than what they were expecting it to last.
Lan Wangji must be so tired.
“Are you waiting for me, er-gege?” he asks.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says, before his gaze turns to Wen Ning. “Unless Wei Ying made plans?”
Wei Wuxian turns back to Wen Ning, who starts shaking his head.
“I have to head to the airport to fly back to Qishan,” Wen Ning says.
Wei Wuxian winces. “So quickly, huh?”
Wen Ning lets out a shy smile. “Hopefully I’ll be able to come back now that we’ve secured this deal,” he says. He deflates almost immediately after the words leave his mouth. “They’ll probably send someone more capable to come and take care of this now though.”
Wei Wuxian snorts. “You were the one who got the deal through. Who can be more capable than you?”
Wen Ning smiles. “Gongzi, you flatter me. You were the one who got the deal through.”
“Name,” Wei Wuxian reminds him.
“Xian-gege,” Wen Ning corrects quickly.
Wei Wuxian hears Lan Wangji draw a sharp breath behind him.
Right! Lan Wangji is still waiting for him!
Wei Wuxian reaches out to squeeze Wen Ning’s shoulder quickly once. “I won’t keep you from your plans, then. Come by Gusu to visit me often! Say hi to Wen Qing and Wen-popo for me when you get back!”
“Mn!” Wen Ning says, bowing at Wei Wuxian. He bows again at Lan Wangji. “I’ll take my leave, Lan-fuzong.”
Lan Wangji has already started striding off in the direction of his office when Wei Wuxian turns back. He breaks into a slow jog to catch up.
“Lan Zhan?” he calls out. “Wait for me, Lan Zhan!”
They make their way back to Lan Wangji’s office in tense silence.
Wei Wuxian runs the Wen Industries meeting over in his head again. Did he do anything to annoy Lan Wangji? Surely he hasn’t! Well, yes, he did make it a point to save Wen Ning from embarrassment, but the deal they secured in the end was good for Lan Enterprises! Is Lan Wangji upset that Wei Wuxian didn’t go harder on Wen Ning?
“Lan Zhan-” Wei Wuxian starts as he closes Lan Wangji’s office door behind them, meaning to ask Lan Wangji about his very odd behaviour.
He doesn’t get further than that, because Lan Wangji crowds him against the closed door, and kisses him fiercely.
“Wha-” he manages to get out, but Lan Wangji silences him again, this time with the tightening of his fingers on Wei Wuxian’s side.
He looks at Lan Wangji, looks properly this time — Lan Wangji’s eyes are dark with desire, gaze fixed intensely on Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian swallows, even as he feels himself react accordingly. “Gege, what-”
“Say that again,” Lan Wangji growls.
“Wha-” Wei Wuxian’s eyes flash with understanding. “Gege?”
Lan Wangji kisses him again, mouth unrelenting, and fingers digging into Wei Wuxian’s hips. It’s all Wei Wuxian can do to hang onto Lan Wangji, whine into Lan Wangji’s mouth, and try his best not to come in his pants.
They’ve kissed before, of course they have, because Lan Wangji is a genius who has figured out that their compatibility extends beyond just their working relationship. They have kissed before, and Wei Wuxian enjoys every single kiss they’ve shared, but this- This is something else.
This is something more.
Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.
Just the thought makes Wei Wuxian tingle with anticipation.
Lan Wangji is always so careful with him, always gentle in his kisses, and soft in his touches, but now? Fuck, Wei Wuxian thinks that Lan Wangji’s grip is going to leave marks on his skin. He sure hopes it does, and he hopes Lan Wangji knows that Wei Wuxian welcomes the idea.
He keens into Lan Wangji’s mouth, just to get the point across, but it backfires, because Lan Wangji pulls away from him, panting hard.
“No,” Wei Wuxian whines, “come back.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes flash, and for a second, it looks like he’s about to agree, but then the moment passes, and Lan Wangji takes another step back.
“Wei Ying.”
“Gege,” Wei Wuxian tries again, “come back.”
He throws in a pout for good measure, but Lan Wangji doesn’t even waver.
“Not here,” Lan Wangji tells him. “It’s inappropriate.”
“Then you shouldn’t have started it,” Wei Wuxian tells him, advancing towards Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji is right, though, and Wei Wuxian knows he is — it is inappropriate for them to be fooling around in the office where anyone could probably catch them. There are better places, and better times to indulge.
And oh, Wei Wuxian definitely plans on indulging, now that he knows that this is something that is on the table for the both of them.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji tells him, when Wei Wuxian’s hands settle on Lan Wangji’s waist, voice rough, “behave.”
Wei Wuxian licks his lips. “One more kiss?” he bargains. “I promise I’ll behave, after.”
Lan Wangji’s gaze drops to Wei Wuxian’s lips. “One last kiss,” he murmurs, and then closes the distance between them again.
2.
The worst thing about finding out that Lan Wangji apparently wants to fuck him is that Lan Wangji has yet to fuck him.
Like, Wei Wuxian thinks he understands what Lan Wangji is doing. The last time Lan Wangji almost lost control and fucked Wei Wuxian in his office happened after Wei Wuxian more or less helped Lan Enterprises secure that deal with Wen Industries, when everyone thought going in that it was just going to be a futile meeting.
Wei Wuxian vaguely recalls telling Lan Wangji at some point that he reacts really well to positive reinforcement; this is probably something that Lan Wangji’s galaxy brain came up with to help Wei Wuxian perform at work. And it is working! Wei Wuxian has never been more productive at work, hoping that his next bout of competency will get him rewarded with some quality funtimes in bed with Lan Wangji!
“Behave,” Lan Wangji murmurs by Wei Wuxian’s ear.
“We’re at home,” Wei Wuxian whines. “I can misbehave a little.”
The corners of Lan Wangji’s lips curl slightly. “Just a little,” he allows, and lets Wei Wuxian climb onto his lap, and rewards Wei Wuxian’s initiative with what is meant to be one kiss that bleeds into many kisses.
Lan Wangji makes the loveliest of noises when he’s turned on, Wei Wuxian knows now, and he can’t believe that they’ve been living together for so many months now, but have never decided to casually sleep together!
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whines into Lan Wangji’s mouth.
Lan Wangji pulls back, which is the absolute opposite of what Wei Wuxian wants, so Wei Wuxian presses a hand to the back of Lan Wangji’s neck, and guides him back closer. He shivers when Lan Wangji latches onto his neck, sucks at the soft skin there.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighs.
“Hm?”
“I think you should really give a proper thought about fucking me,” he tells Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji’s fingers tighten where they’re gripping Wei Wuxian’s hips. “Wei Ying,” he bites out. “Don’t tease.”
“Who’s teasing?” Wei Wuxian asks. “I mean it. I want it. Want you.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes are dark. “How much?” he murmurs, the same way Wei Wuxian does whenever Lan Wangji says that he misses him, the corners of his lips curling up.
Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes, even as fondness for Lan Wangji threatens to overflow. They’ve truly come a long way, huh? “Who’s teasing now, huh?”
“Not teasing,” Lan Wangji tells him, and then catches Wei Wuxian’s lips in a scorching kiss. “Done teasing Wei Ying,” he decides, and then stands.
Wei Wuxian lets out a surprised yelp, and winds his legs around Lan Wangji’s waist. He grins when Lan Wangji starts walking them in the direction of the bedroom. “Lan er-gege, you’ll be gentle with your Wei Ying, right?”
Lan Wangji eyes him. “Is that what Wei Ying wants, truly?”
It’s really, really not. Wei Wuxian wants to be fucked into the mattress, to be fucked so hard he can barely walk tomorrow. He communicates this to Lan Wangji, and they get derailed in their journey towards the bedroom, because Lan Wangji has to press Wei Wuxian against the nearest wall to kiss him senseless.
“C’mon, Lan Zhan, let’s get to the bedroom, hmm?” Wei Wuxian urges, when he comes dangerously close to just finishing himself off rutting against Lan Wangji like this. “Guess how much funner this would be if you can get me naked?”
“Much funner?” Lan Wangji guesses dryly.
Wei Wuxian beams at him, nodding. “Much funner,” he agrees.
He wiggles until Lan Wangji sets him on his feet. Getting carried around by Lan Wangji is fantastic, but if they’re both on their feet, they’ll get to their destination faster.
Wei Wuxian occasionally has his priorities straight.
“C’mon,” Wei Wuxian says, taking Lan Wangji’s wrist in his grasp, and leading him towards the bedroom. They’re only two steps away from the bedroom door when the doorbell rings.
“No,” Wei Wuxian laments.
“We could ignore it,” Lan Wangji suggests.
Wei Wuxian nods eagerly. “Yes! Let’s ignore-”
“A-Xian!” Jiang Yanli’s voice comes through. “Are you at home, A-Xian?”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen, and his heart sinks. There’s no way he can turn his shijie away. He turns sad eyes towards Lan Wangji. “Gege…”
Lan Wangji smiles, and presses his lips to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. “Mn,” he says, in response to an unasked question. “I’ll get the door. You should comb your hair.”
Wei Wuxian frowns, stepping back from Lan Wangji. “How is it you still look immaculate?”
“Wei Ying should try harder to mess me up next time, then,” Lan Wangji says calmly, and then heads to open the door for Jiang Yanli.
3.
Lan Wangji picks up on the second ring, as is his usual.
“Er-gege,” Wei Wuxian sighs happily into the phone.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says softly.
“Are you in your hotel room?” Wei Wuxian asks.
There is a short pause. “No,” Lan Wangji says, regretfully. “I’ve accompanied xiongzhang to an expo he was invited to this morning.”
“Ah,” Wei Wuxian says. “Is Xichen-ge by your side right now?”
“No,” Lan Wangji tells him. “I stepped out to take your call.”
Wei Wuxian perks up at that. “So… You’re alone?”
Another short pause, as if Lan Wangji is checking his surroundings. “There is no-one here, but it’s the hallway, so I don’t know how long I’ll remain alone. What’s wrong, Wei Ying?”
“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian tells him, trying to decide if he can still proceed with his original plan. “I just miss you.”
“I miss you too, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says softly, and warmth builds up in Wei Wuxian.
“How much?” Wei Wuxian purrs, and then grins when Lan Wangji stutters out a ‘so much’. It’s cute how shy Lan Wangji gets. “Gege, ask me where I am.”
There is a pause, and then a soft sigh, like Lan Wangji has given up trying to figure out what Wei Wuxian is trying to do. “Where are you?”
“At home,” Wei Wuxian tells him. “In the bedroom, to be exact. In bed, to be specific.” He shimmies a little to get comfortable, and then says, “Ask me what I’m wearing, gege.”
He hears the sharp breath that Lan Wangji draws.
“Gege?” he prompts, when no question comes.
“What are you wearing, Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asks, and Wei Wuxian thrills at the way Lan Wangji’s voice deepens.
“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian tells him in a sing-song voice. He can only imagine how red Lan Wangji’s ears must be, imagining Wei Wuxian splayed out in their bed, naked, on the phone with him. God, he hopes Lan Wangji will keep indulging in his whims. He wants to see how far he can take it. “Now ask me what I’m planning on doing.”
There is a pause, and then Lan Wangji says, “What are you planning on doing?”
Wei Wuxian smiles. “Anything you want me to do,” he tells Lan Wangji.
“God, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathes out. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Wei Wuxian laughs. “Well, that was the original plan, anyway,” he tells Lan Wangji. “I was hoping I would catch you in your room before you had to go out. I thought I might start your day off on a good note.” He smiles to himself. “Should I stop, now that it’s inconvenient for you to give me instructions? Or should I improvise? What would you like, Lan Zhan?”
“Improvise,” Lan Wangji tells him, instead of asking him to stop. “You’re very good at that. I like that about you a lot.”
Wei Wuxian lets out a breathless laugh, the unexpected praise throwing him off for a second. “Okay, then,” he decides. Lan Wangji likes hearing him talk, had said last night that he missed Wei Wuxian’s voice. Well, Wei Wuxian will just keep talking, then. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night, gege. I thought I’d strip myself down, call you, and ask you what I should do. I got so hard thinking about the possibilities last night. I had to get myself off twice before I went to bed.”
Lan Wangji breathing grows audibly more laboured, and Wei Wuxian smiles.
“I’m going to touch myself now, Lan Zhan,” he whispers. “Would you like me to do that?”
“Yes,” Lan Wangji is quick to answer.
Wei Wuxian moans when he closes a hand over himself. “Feels good, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighs. “Wish you were here. Wish you were touching me instead. Wish I called at a better time so you could join me. I wanted to hear you touch yourself too. Wanted to hear you moan for me.”
“Wei Ying.”
“Are you not going to call me shameless, gege?” Wei Wuxian teases. “Ah, you probably can’t. It’ll be inappropriate if someone overhears. It’s okay, Lan Zhan. You can punish me when you get back.”
There is a choked out gasp on the other end of the call. Wei Wuxian thinks he can imagine how red Lan Wangji’s ears must be. He wonders if Lan Wangji is hard as well, wonders if Lan Wangji is hiding it well.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji whispers. “I want to hear you come before I have to go.”
Wei Wuxian lets out a gurgle, and speeds his strokes up. “You’re so bold, Lan Zhan,” he murmurs. “What if someone heard you?”
“Then hopefully that will teach them not to eavesdrop,” Lan Wangji says matter-of-factly. When Wei Wuxian lets out a pleased peal of laughter at that, Lan Wangji says, “Wei Ying, do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Turning you on, hopefully?” Wei Wuxian tries. “Am I, gege?”
“Yes,” Lan Wangji breathes out. “So much. Wei Ying, if I could fly back right now to be with you, I would.”
“Truly?” Wei Wuxian gasps out, grip tightening on himself. He’s been on the verge of tipping over the edge since Lan Wangji told him that he wanted to hear Wei Wuxian come. “Lan Zhan, say something dirty? I’m so close.”
He hears Lan Wangji suck in a deep breath, and smiles. He doesn’t expect Lan Wangji to say yes, especially not in public. The thought of getting a reaction out of Lan Wangji is probably enough to-
“I got myself off last night in the hotel room, after we got off the phone,” Lan Wangji says in a rush, and Wei Wuxian’s breath catches in his throat. “I was thinking about you. Thinking about kissing you. Everywhere.”
“Oh god,” Wei Wuxian says. He screws his eyes shut, and visualises it. Him on his back, naked and completely at Lan Wangji’s mercy. Lan Wangji’s wandering lips all over his body. He thinks about what it might feel to have Lan Wangji kiss up the length of his cock, and oh, that’s a beautiful thought. “Tell me more?”
“I thought about-”
The line goes dead.
Wei Wuxian lets out a mournful whimper, picks his phone up, and then redials Lan Wangji’s number. It goes straight to voicemail. Lan Wangji must’ve forgotten to charge his phone again.
“God, why are you testing me like this?” Wei Wuxian asks plaintively.
4.
Lan Wangji wants him – this much is undeniable by this point.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t know if it’s the proximity, the convenience, or just the sheer fact that Wei Wuxian is the only person whose touch doesn’t seem to annoy Lan Wangji, but hey, Lan Wangji wants him, and he’s not about to question why or how, when he has one of the most eligible bachelors in Gusu going to town on his neck, and grinding down against his hip like this.
Judging from the situation, Wei Wuxian is going to get fucked really well tonight.
He can’t fucking wait.
Lan Wangji is a goddamn hellion in bed – he bites and he sucks and he marks, but Wei Wuxian, blessedly, is really into it.
“Er-gege,” he moans, when Lan Wangji’s nails dig into his hips, just the right amount of pain to make Wei Wuxian’s cock twitch, “please, please, I’m begging you, won’t you just, fuck, get on with it?”
Lan Wangji pulls away from Wei Wuxian’s neck. “Are you in a hurry to leave?”
“No, but-”
Lan Wangji doesn’t let him finish the rest of his sentence, just swoops down, and silences Wei Wuxian with his lips and his tongue, and his hands trailing promisingly down to the front of Wei Wuxian’s trousers, which is just as well, because Wei Wuxian was going to tell him that he’s about one minute away from dying if Lan Wangji doesn’t touch him properly.
He only realises that he’s whining needily into Lan Wangji’s mouth when Lan Wangji pulls away to murmur, “Hush, I’ve got you.”
Wei Wuxian meets Lan Wangji’s eyes, so overwhelmed with sensation that he feels like he’s going to burst into flames anytime soon.
“I’ll take care of you, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji continues, and then kisses him again, gentler, sweeter.
“Gege, you’re really going to kill me if you continue like this,” Wei Wuxian tells him honestly, and then loops his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck to tug him back down, so that he can lick into Lan Wangji’s mouth again.
He feels more than he sees Lan Wangji smile, and bucks his hips in response to that, because Lan Wangji must be in a good mood? Maybe he’ll have mercy on Wei Wuxian, and touch him already?
“Gege,” Wei Wuxian begs, because he’s really not above begging for what he wants, and he’s like at least seventy percent sure that Lan Wangji will give him what he wants if only he regains enough control of his brain to ask for it. “Touch me, please.”
“Am touching,” Lan Wangji says, smoothing a hand down Wei Wuxian’s side, almost playfully.
Wei Wuxian groans, “Touch me properly, er-gege, before I die.”
“Touch you where, Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji hums, trails his lips down Wei Wuxian’s chest. “Where would you like to be touched?”
Wei Wuxian swears. “Please, fuck, Lan Zhan, please just touch my-”
Lan Wangji’s phone rings, and they both freeze.
Wei Wuxian almost wants to cry.
He laments over this potentially fantastic dicking session getting interrupted again, and is about to brace himself for Lan Wangji to remove himself from Wei Wuxian’s body, when Lan Wangji moves, shifts back up so he catches Wei Wuxian’s lips in a heady kiss, rough and hot and intense, clearly resolute in his decision to ignore his phone.
Wei Wuxian is so on board with the idea, it’s a little embarrassing. To be fair, though, it’s been a long time since he’s gotten laid properly. It’s really hard to when you’re staying in a one bedroom apartment that you’re sharing.
It’s a really good thing that Lan Wangji wants him, Wei Wuxian thinks, not for the first time that night.
Distantly, Wei Wuxian registers that Lan Wangji’s phone has stopped ringing.
He moans as Lan Wangji sucks what’s probably going to be a brilliant bruise against the base of his throat, and then pants when Lan Wangji’s hands trail lower, unbuttoning Wei Wuxian’s trousers, so close to where Wei Wuxian really wants his hands to be, and-
Wei Wuxian’s phone rings.
Lan Wangji’s phone starts ringing as well.
Lan Wangji stills against Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian swallows. “It sounds important,” he breathes out, even as the idea of tossing both their phones out the window flashes in his mind.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji murmurs.
They don’t move for a long moment, with Lan Wangji’s face pressed into the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck. Wei Wuxian wants to say something comforting, but it’s hard (ha!) to think positively when he really just wants to tell Lan Wangji to fuck the phonecalls, and fuck him instead.
Lan Wangji sighs, and then removes himself from Wei Wuxian, in favour of the phone on the bedside table.
“Su Minshan,” Lan Wangji says with a frown.
Wei Wuxian reaches for his own phone. “Xichen-ge is calling on mine,” he tells Lan Wangji, even as he picks up the call. “Xichen-ge,” he greets. Lan Xichen asks for Lan Wangji. “Yep, he’s right here.”
He passes the phone to Lan Wangji, and watches with not an insignificant amount of regret as Lan Wangji frowns as Lan Xichen speaks to him.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says. There is a long pause. And then, “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He passes Wei Wuxian’s phone back to him, and looks apologetic when he meets Wei Wuxian’s eyes.
Wei Wuxian smiles. “I’ll go with you,” he tells Lan Wangji, feeling surprisingly magnanimous. He’s still hard in his trousers, and sure, it would have been nice if they could continue, but he’s a lot less bothered by it than he thought he would be.
Lan Wangji gently brushes his thumb over the curve of Wei Wuxian’s cheek. “No need,” he murmurs. “Rest.”
Wei Wuxian catches Lan Wangji’s hand, squeezes it gently, gratified when it makes Lan Wangji smile slightly.
Ah, he really is the most beautiful man this side of anywhere. Just watching him smile is enough.
“I’m not going to sleep well if you’re not here anyway,” Wei Wuxian says, making a face. “I’ll go with you.”
Lan Wangji presses a quick kiss to his brow. “Mn.”
5.
It’s late, definitely way past Lan Wangji’s bedtime, when Wei Wuxian feels the dip in his bed.
His lips curl.
“Ah, is it my lover Wen Ning, here to spend one last night with me?” he asks into the dark.
“I am in the wrong room, then,” Lan Wangji returns easily. “I thought this was Su Minshan’s room.”
Wei Wuxian laughs at that, and shifts to snuggle into Lan Wangji’s arms. “Er-gege,” he says happily.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmurs, and presses his lips to Wei Wuxian’s forehead.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Wei Wuxian points out. “It’s inauspicious for the grooms to see each other the night before the wedding,” Wei Wuxian recites, in the worn-out tones of someone who has had to hear the same thing be said to him one too many times.
“Neither of us believe in the superstition,” Lan Wangji says, “and I thought Wei Ying might sleep better with me around. We have a long day ahead tomorrow.”
“Lan Zhan, you know me so well,” Wei Wuxian sighs. “I was probably another five minutes away from sneaking over to sleep with you.”
Lan Wangji sounds pleased when he says, “I thought you might be.”
Wei Wuxian burrows closer into Lan Wangji’s warmth. He’d spent the better part of the night tossing and turning in bed, worried. He knows it’s not exactly a real marriage, but everyone else is taking it so seriously! Lan Wangji too, but that was only to be expected, because Lan Wangji takes everything seriously.
What if someone finds out that it’s not real? What would that do to Lan Enterprise? What would that do to Lan Wangji?
“You’re thinking too much,” Lan Wangji says. “Rest.”
“I can’t,” Wei Wuxian tells him, pouting. And then, softer, “I’m nervous.”
“About tomorrow?” Lan Wangji asks.
Wei Wuxian nods. “I didn’t think we would have a large ceremony,” he confesses.
He’d actually thought that they would have no ceremony at all, that with Lan Wangji’s dislike for theatrics, that they would just end up with a court wedding. But Lan Wangji had gone all the way — lavish outdoor wedding in a garden, that according to tabloids Lan Enterprise bought and spent a fortune landscaping, with six hundred guests invited.
It feels almost like Lan Wangji had done that just so Wei Wuxian would look good in front of the Jiang Sect.
Lan Wangji stiffens. “Does Wei Ying not like it?”
“Oh, no, it’s not that,” Wei Wuxian hurries to reassure him. “It’s… I thought you would prefer a quiet, small ceremony with just family around. The outdoor wedding, the lotus pond, inviting pretty much half of Yunmeng… That’s all very me.” And it is true. Wei Wuxian had almost cried when Lan Wangji showed him the wedding venue the first time. It’s like Lan Wangji knew exactly what Wei Wuxian wanted, even though Wei Wuxian is so sure that he’d never told Lan Wangji about it. “But it’s your wedding, too.”
Lan Wangji is silent for a moment, and then he says, “I chose the most important element.”
“Oh?”
“I chose the groom.”
That startles a laugh out from Wei Wuxian. “Lan Zhan, you know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” Lan Wangji says. “You’re right. The wedding is very you, and I like that it is. It makes no difference to me if we have a large or small wedding. I wouldn’t mind if we had to get married up in the mountains, or underwater. It doesn’t really matter to me, but Wei Ying has preferences. I am more than happy to do it your way.” Lan Wangji’s arms are tight and comforting around him. “And a big wedding is good. That way everyone will know that Wei Ying and I are married.”
Oh.
Oh.
Why didn’t he think of that earlier? Of course it has to be a loud, lavish wedding! Of course the Lan Sect would’ve planned it to be the wedding of the century! They have to make a big show out of this wedding to cement the Lan Sect and the Jiang Sect’s strong alliance!
“Even an underwater wedding? Really?” Wei Wuxian asks, after a short pause.
Lan Wangji huffs out a laugh. “Mn. Even underwater,” he confirms. His voice is gentle and fond, and Wei Wuxian feels all his worries about the sham marriage just dissipate — as long as Lan Wangji is here with him, they’ll be able to make anything work. “Anywhere, as long as it’s with Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian surges up, and presses his lips to Lan Wangji’s. “Gege,” he murmurs against Lan Wangji’s lips, “you should really fuck me tonight.”
Lan Wangji pulls away. “Tomorrow,” he tells Wei Wuxian, voice rough.
Wei Wuxian whines. “We’ve waited so long, why do we still have to wait till tomorrow?”
“We should rest tonight,” Lan Wangji says, which is a terrible reason, and sounds mostly like a lie.
Wei Wuxian rocks his hips, and smiles when Lan Wangji’s grip on him tightens. “Gege.”
“Tomorrow,” Lan Wangji says again, and kisses Wei Wuxian again. When he next speaks, his voice is low, “I’ll be your husband tomorrow.”
Wei Wuxian lets out a gurgle, because oh, this is not a kink he thought Lan Wangji nor himself would have, but hey, this is apparently going to be a thing for them.
“Is that what you’re after, gege?” he asks around a breathless laugh. “You want me to call you husband instead?”
Lan Wangji’s breath stutters.
Bingo.
Wei Wuxian grins. “I’ll keep that in mind for tomorrow,” he tells Lan Wangji, and then listens to his good er-gege, and rests.
+1
The wedding goes by in a blur for Wei Wuxian, and he feels some sort of vindication in the fact that, if pressed, he will not be able to remember what colours the carpets or the tablecloths were, or what entree they decided to serve for lunch. So much for how everyone keeps telling him that he will remember every single detail of the most important day of his life. Why would he remember all the tiny details, when he can just focus on the most important things?
Like the way Lan Wangji’s breath stuttered when Wei Wuxian stood by him at the altar, the way Lan Wangji’s voice shook when he read his vows, the way Lan Wangji’s hands trembled when he’d slid Wei Wuxian’s ring in place.
Or perhaps, the way the corners of Lan Wangji’s lips stretched into a smile against Wei Wuxian’s lips during their first kiss as a married couple.
Or heck, even the gentleness in Lan Wangji’s tone and the softness in his eyes when he’d called Wei Wuxian sweetheart, and kissed Wei Wuxian a second time in front of their friends and family.
Ah, Lan Wangji is such a good actor!
Wei Wuxian hopes that when he eventually gets married for real in the future, it will be like this too.
He’s drawn from his thoughts when Lan Wangji settles down on the bed beside him, and says, softly, “Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian turns to face him. “Looks like we made it through the wedding, huh, er-gege?”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says, the corner of his lips curling up.
He smiles, and the sight makes Wei Wuxian smile too.
“Did you have a bit to drink, gege?”
Lan Wangji shakes his head, then nods. “One sip.”
Ah. Depending on the drink, one sip might be all it takes to leave Lan Wangji pleasantly buzzed.
“I thought you weren’t going to drink?” Wei Wuxian asks, reaching out to cup Lan Wangji’s face. It’s warm to the touch, and Lan Wangji nuzzles into Wei Wuxian’s palm. “Who did you drink for?”
“Jiang-shushu,” Lan Wangji replies. “It would have been impolite for me to refuse.”
“It would be even more impolite to pass out on me on our wedding night, even before you’ve had a chance to peel me out of these wedding robes yet,” Wei Wuxian teases, and grins at the resulting look on Lan Wangji’s face.
“I only had one sip,” Lan Wangji repeats seriously. He turns his head to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s palm. “I have thought about this all week.”
Wei Wuxian bursts into delighted laughter. “Have you?” he asks. “What have you been thinking about?”
“That we won’t be interrupted tonight,” Lan Wangji says.
Wei Wuxian laughs again. “I should hope not.”
Lan Wangji presses their foreheads together. “Wei Ying,” he sighs.
Wei Wuxian smiles. “Lan Zhan,” he whispers back, and then kisses Lan Wangji, slow and unhurried, because Lan Wangji is right in his previous assessment that they won’t be interrupted tonight. They have all the time in the world. Wei Wuxian has all the time in the world to enjoy having Lan Wangji in his bed. “Er-gege must’ve had time to think about this,” he murmurs against Lan Wangji’s lips. “What would er-gege like to do to me tonight?”
Lan Wangji’s eyes flash, and then Wei Wuxian is on his back, with Lan Wangji’s weight on him, and Lan Wangji’s lips on his. “Don’t care what we do, or how we do it,” Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian when he pulls away. “Just want you, Wei Ying.”
“Gege,” Wei Wuxian breathes, feeling like he’s filled to the brim with an emotion that he cannot name. It feels a little more than just want or desire, he thinks. It must be, because he swears he’s never felt like this before.
It must be the anticipation.
They’ve been building up to this for a very long time now — that must be it!
He loops his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, and tugs him down for another kiss. “You know I’m not good with options,” he says when he draws away. “Tell me what you want, husband.”
Lan Wangji closes his eyes, and releases a slow breath. “Say that again, Wei Ying?”
Wei Wuxian smiles. He kisses Lan Wangji’s closed eyelids, and then peppers kisses all over his beautiful face. “Husband,” he whispers, when he’s close to Lan Wangji’s lips. “Husband. Lan Zhan, you’re my husband.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes snap open. “Wei Ying,” he whispers, and then kisses Wei Wuxian. He puts one hand on the back of Wei Wuxian’s head, and combs gentle fingers through Wei Wuxian’s hair. The softness of his action is a direct contrast to how he bites down on the swell of Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip, drawing a cry from Wei Wuxian.
“My husband,” Lan Wangji echoes, when they part.
Wei Wuxian presses his face to Lan Wangji’s neck, where it’s warm and soft, and kisses the spot beneath Lan Wangji’s reddening earlobe. “Is this all you want from our wedding night?” he teases. “Is this all you have planned?”
Lan Wangji huffs out a soft laugh, and cups Wei Wuxian’s jaw. His nose skims Wei Wuxian’s. “This is the most important,” he confesses.
Wei Wuxian feels his cheeks heat. He hopes Lan Wangji knows that he doesn’t have to be seduced with sweet words to bed him, especially not tonight.
“If it’s all Wei Ying wishes to do tonight, then it’s enough for me,” Lan Wangji says, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian says around a pout. “You’re so mean, teasing your husband like this! On our wedding night, no less!”
Lan Wangji’s smile widens. “Be patient, husband,” he murmurs. “We have a whole night ahead of us.”
“I’m about to die if you don’t get me naked right now, so I don’t know about that,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. He smooths his hands down Lan Wangji’s chest, admiring the silk wedding robes on him. “They suit you so well. You look even more handsome than usual today,” he says happily. “I can’t decide if you’ll look better with or without the robes on.”
Lan Wangji sits up, shrugs the outer robe off his shoulders. “Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
Wei Wuxian beams at him, and reaches for the sash around Lan Wangji’s waist. “Let me,” he tells Lan Wangji. “It’s rude to unwrap someone else’s present, husband, surely you know that.”
Lan Wangji draws him into a brief kiss. “I’m going to kiss you,” he decides, “every time you call me husband.”
“My husband is so smart,” Wei Wuxian says immediately. He discards the sash and the thick belt holding Lan Wangji’s robes together, reaches for the ties on his inner robes and tugs to undo them. He runs reverent hands down Lan Wangji’s exposed chest. “My husband has so many great ideas. How fortunate am I that Lan Zhan is my husband?”
Lan Wangji is a man of his word — he drops a featherlight kiss first to Wei Wuxian’s cheek, then the tip of his nose, and when that makes Wei Wuxian giggle, he kisses the smile off Wei Wuxian’s face.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Lan Wangji says. He makes quick work of Wei Wuxian’s sash, and untying his inner robes. In one smooth move, he pushes both outer and inner robe off Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, baring him to Lan Wangji.
He leans back to take Wei Wuxian in, and Wei Wuxian lets him look his fill.
“Efficient, as always,” Wei Wuxian observes. “In a hurry are you, Lan Zhan? I thought you said we had the whole night ahead of us.”
Lan Wangji lets out a hum. “Wei Ying should learn not to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Wei Wuxian grins at him, and reaches out to touch Lan Wangji’s lips. “It’s a very pretty mouth, though,” he says, and watches in pleasure as Lan Wangji’s lips stretch into a smile against his fingers.
Lan Wangji presses Wei Wuxian back into the bed, skims his fingers across the waistband of Wei Wuxian’s trousers. “Should I put my mouth to better use, sweetheart?”
Wei Wuxian shudders, both from Lan Wangji’s teasing touch, and the gentle endearment. “Please,” he groans out, arching up so Lan Wangji can slide his trousers off him.
He’s already hard, has been since Lan Wangji locked the door behind them. He cannot remember anticipating anyone’s touch so much, or wanting someone so desperately. He hasn’t been with anyone since Lan Wangji moved in with him, and beyond that, he’s struggling to remember the last time he took someone home.
None of that matters, not with Lan Wangji’s lips trailing down his chest, following exploring hands.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gasps out, when Lan Wangji takes him in his hand. “I- Oh, Lan Zhan.”
“Good?” Lan Wangji murmurs, to which Wei Wuxian can only nod blindly. Lan Wangji rewards him with a kiss on the tip of his leaking cock. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Do you know that, sweetheart?” he says, and then takes Wei Wuxian into his mouth.
For a good few seconds, Wei Wuxian struggles to breathe from the pleasure that overtakes him. “Lan Zhan,” he cries, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Lan Zhan, I can’t-”
Lan Wangji meets his eyes, and Wei Wuxian has to immediately throw his head back, and shut his eyes, but it’s too late, the sight of Lan Wangji with his lips stretched around Wei Wuxian’s cock is already going to be imprinted in his mind forever.
“God, Lan Zhan, have mercy on me,” Wei Wuxian pleads. Lan Wangji hums against him. “Not today, hmm? Next time. Let’s save this for next time. If you keep going, I’m going to come, and I don’t- I want you to be inside me when I do, hmm, husband?”
Lan Wangji slips off Wei Wuxian’s cock with an obscene pop, and crawls back up to kiss Wei Wuxian. “Told you I’d kiss you every time you called me husband,” he says against Wei Wuxian’s lips.
Wei Wuxian laughs into the next kiss, giddy with want. “Husband,” he whispers. “Husband, will you fuck me, please?”
Lan Wangji groans, and drops his head to Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, presses two quick kisses there. “Sweetheart.”
He spends a long time fingering Wei Wuxian, not that Wei Wuxian is complaining. Lan Wangji has very talented fingers, and he puts them to very good use. He bites at Wei Wuxian’s inner thigh when Wei Wuxian starts a stream of dirty talk, but all it does is egg Wei Wuxian on.
“Lan Zhan, er-gege, my good husband,” Wei Wuxian groans, when he feels too close to losing it, “do you want me to beg for you? Is that what you want? Because all you have to do is to say the word, and I’ll do it, gege, I will.”
Lan Wangji presses a kiss to the underside of Wei Wuxian’s cock. “Another night, perhaps,” he murmurs. “Not tonight. I’ll take care of you tonight, sweetheart.”
Wei Wuxian holds Lan Wangji’s gaze. “Then take care of me, husband.”
Lan Wangji kisses him, long and lingering, lining himself up against Wei Wuxian. “Sweetheart,” he rasps out. Wei Wuxian feels no small amount of pride to hear the desire in Lan Wangji’s voice. “Sweetheart, will you say it again?”
“Husband,” Wei Wuxian gasps out, as Lan Wangji presses in. He wraps his legs around Lan Wangji’s hips, pulling him closer still. “Husband, husband, husband.”
It doesn’t take them long to tip over the edge together — when they do, Lan Wangji is cradling Wei Wuxian’s face in his hands, pressing tender kisses everywhere he can manage, even as his hips snap against Wei Wuxian’s forcefully; Wei Wuxian is babbling all sorts of nonsense, everything he can think of to urge Lan Wangji on. ‘Husband’ seems to work the best, so Wei Wuxian uses it liberally.
He rests in Lan Wangji’s arms after they come off the high of their orgasms, boneless and very, very satisfied.
“How are you so good at everything?” he mumbles.
Lan Wangji presses a kiss to his brow. “I’m not.”
“Everything,” Wei Wuxian says insistently. “Don’t fight me on our wedding night. Say thank you, and kiss me some more.”
“My husband is most demanding,” Lan Wangji murmurs, but kisses Wei Wuxian again. “Thank you, sweetheart. For thinking I’m good at everything, but also for being here with me.” Another kiss, this time on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s cheek. “We’re going to be very happy in the future, I promise you this.”
Wei Wuxian smiles up at Lan Wangji, and kisses him again.