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“Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian said tearfully, a smile creeping over his face. He’d expected to walk the world alone for a while, unsure when they would reunite, his heart aching.
But here they were, face to face. There was a bittersweet feeling inside him slowly being replaced by longing and reassurance. The one person he never wanted to let go of had turned around and come back.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said again, softly.
As if pulled together by a string, they walked toward one another, each unable to tear their eyes away, and they fell into each other’s arms.
All the times Lan Wangji had held him before couldn’t compare. Those were accidents or necessitated by circumstances, this was something else entirely.
They went through so much to have this moment and Wei Wuxian almost couldn’t breathe, closing his eyes as he tucked his face into Lan Wangji’s neck. His arms moved to wrap easily around Lan Wangji’s body, sliding against strong muscles under white fabric. Lan Wangji’s uncertain arms hovered over his back before resolutely pulling him closer. He could smell sandalwood and mountain grass.
He wasn’t sure when he started crying but the tears were falling slowly and steadily.
“It’s okay,” he heard whispered in his ear. He wasn’t sure if it was permission to cry on Lan Wangji’s robes or a gentle attempt to console him, but his Lan Zhan didn’t let go, holding him even tighter. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“It is! It is now, it’s all okay,” he said and held on with more vigor.
/
They traveled for weeks, wandering, cultivating, and solving problems where they could. There was an unspoken change between them at first. If they sat closer, held one another’s hands, let their gazes linger, or spoke softer to each other when they were alone, neither mentioned it.
After many days on the road, they landed in a bustling town. They were a bit grimy. Well, Wei Wuxian was a bit grimy. Lan Wangji was rarely disheveled and almost never dirty no matter what he went through. Still, they headed straight to an inn and focused on getting a bath first.
Lan Zhan paid for the room (just one, Wei Wuxian noticed, but didn’t speak) and sent Wei Wuxian upstairs while he went shopping for essentials. The bed was extremely soft. Running over to press down on it was the first thing Wei Wuxian did when he got in the room. He didn’t want to dirty the blanket so he backed off for now, focusing instead on the tub.
The hot water in the wooden tub looked inviting and he undressed quickly and sank into it. After ladling some over his head and getting the sweat and dirt out of his hair, he moved on to scrubbing his body and slowly, wonderfully, began to feel human again.
He leaned back and looked around the room. The interior was lavish, decorated in purples and blues, lit with candles. Lan Wangji ordered them the nicest room in the entire inn, something he knew by the shocked look on the innkeep’s face at the generous handful of silver. Though their voices had been low, it wasn’t hard to infer that Lan Wangji was making a request specifically for a room like this. A soft, floral incense was burning in a censer shaped like a lotus flower, and he couldn’t help but smile.
He drifted off with his head directed toward it, a peaceful expression on his face.
Sometime later, he was woken by a quiet voice saying, “Wei Ying.”
“Hm?” He blinked a few times and then shivered. The water wasn’t cold but it definitely wasn’t hot anymore and his upper chest was exposed for a bit too long.
“Get out. Don’t get sick.”
He turned to look at Lan Wangji, who was looking anywhere but directly at him, and smiled. “I will, I will, thanks. Did you bring back anything good.”
“En.” He had moved away from the tub and was setting down a few things from his arms. There were small pots and herbs, a few blank talismans, and most pleasingly, a jar of something fermented.
“Ah, Lan Zhan, you treat me so well! What did you get? What kind of spirit is that? Are we going to drink together?” He was rising out of the tub, stepping over the edge and down on the other side. At the sound of that movement, Lan Wangji stiffened and turned more fully to face the table.
Naturally Wei Wuxian noticed. Things were just a little different now and he felt almost guilty. He dressed in his inner robes and walked toward Lan Wangji. “Sorry, I used up all the good bath water. I can get another one set up for you.”
“It is fine, I’ll do it,” Lan Wangji replied, only then turning to look at him. Wei Wuxian had looked at his face plenty, even stared openly at times, but this was the first time he really took time to notice. With cultivation as strong as Lan Wangji’s, of course his features would be preserved. He still looked roughly the same as he had back when they studied together at the Cloud Recesses, but his bone structure had firmed out. He’s really become…quite a handsome man.
They weren’t far apart and Lan Wangji’s face was impassive as ever, but they stood in silence and stared at one another. Wei Wuxian smiled at him unexpectedly, and the change in his expression made Lan Wangji swallow.
He was about to reach out, for what he didn’t entirely know, when Lan Wangji said, “Wait here. I will send up dinner for you and take a bath.”
“Ah. En…”
He turned and left, leaving the black clad man to stare at his retreating back and then down at the things he’d set on the table. “He won’t mind,” he said mischievously, untying the top of the liquor pot and wandering over to the low dining table to pour himself a few cups. It filled him with warmth on the way down. “Ah, Lan Zhan, you know how to pick it!”
After some time, dinner was delivered, but Lan Wangji still wasn’t back. Even when the same person came up later to empty the bath for him and remove the tub and the remains of his meal, still no sign of his white clad partner. It was also well past Lan Wangji’s bedtime. He wasn’t exactly worried. After all, who would hurt Hanguang-Jun? Still, he felt anxious until finally the door to the room slid open. When Lan Wangji walked in, he had a peculiar look on his face.
“There you are!” Wei Wuxian stood up and approached him as he closed the door behind him. “Don’t do that to me, I was so worried!” The smile dancing around his lips immediately betrayed his lie, but he was still genuinely relieved to see Lan Wangji.
The other man nodded and murmured, “I am fine. Sorry.”
He looked cleaner, Wei Wuxian noticed. So he really had gone to take a bath?
He couldn’t help but ask, “Lan Zhan, did you eat? I can get something for you. Sorry, I already finished everything you sent and most of the liquor. I can pour you the last cup if you want.”
“No need,” he said. “I brought something.”
“Something? Did you grab food too?”
“Not food.”
Wei Wuxian moved out of the way and Lan Wangji started to walk toward that side table again. There was a screen and a raised step between it and the low, soft bed and Lan Wangji stopped there to put something else down. It was another medicine pot. “More ointment? Are you hurt?” Wei Wuxian had stopped beside him and was looking down on it with curious eyes.
When he glanced up at Lan Wangji, the look on his face was all wrong. He slowly said, “It’s not for pain.”
There was a silence that stretched out a little too long. After a moment both of them resolutely looked in other directions and not at each other. “A-ah! Is that so? Th-that’s thoughtful!”
It was really…that?!
His face burned as he stared back at the low table and its pot of liquor. Abruptly he walked over to grab it and chug the last of what was in it, regretting that he hadn’t saved a little more.
“Wei Ying. If you don’t want this, I will get rid of it.”
He stopped and turned back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. The lines of Lan Wangji’s shoulders were extremely rigid. He realized suddenly that he was nervous. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but walk closer, setting the jug down and picking up the little pot of oil.
“Lan Zhan…” He didn’t know exactly what to say. He didn’t need to. The burning feeling in his cheeks was giving way to a building warmth in his body. They really had been on the same page. He knew how Lan Wangji felt but it hadn’t seemed real before now.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji replied softly, still not looking at him. Wei Wuxian reached up with his free hand and touched the other’s shoulder.
“I do…want this.” It was hard to admit through his embarrassment, but it was true. The many times he had dreamed about this over the years since they met, at least the years he was alive, he had never imagined they would get to this point.
A pair of dark eyes finally rose to meet his. There was a fire burning in them and he suddenly felt like the room had gotten smaller.
“Are you sure?” Lan Wangji asked him hesitantly.
He smiled brightly at his companion, shyness giving way to something else entirely. “Yeah.”
Lan Wangji reached out and gently gripped his wrist, pulling him toward the bed. He stopped in front of it like he wasn’t exactly sure what to do next, so Wei Wuxian leaned in for a kiss, setting the pot down on the bed before he did. He caught Lan Wangji’s lips and the two simply breathed for a moment before suddenly Wei Wuxian was crushed in a tight embrace.
However many years Wei Wuxian spent waiting, he knew Lan Wangji had spent far more. He had reached the limit of his restraint.
Pushing him down onto the bed, he kissed him deeply. It wasn’t clumsy—nothing Hanguang-Jun ever did could really be called clumsy—but it lacked experience. Even so, it was hot and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but grip him with both hands, touching anywhere he could.
“Lan Zhan, ah!” he got out between kisses, and he suddenly wondered what had become of their oil. “Stop!” Immediately Lan Wangji jerked away, kneeling over him and looking quite worried that he had gone too far. “No, don’t worry, it’s just…where is that pot?”
He looked over and saw nothing until he glanced over the edge of the bed. It was there, neatly upright. He looked at Lan Wangji with new eyes, impressed. “Lan Zhan, you really are amazing, how did you do that without me seeing it?” He grinned and reached for him again without hesitation, pulling him back down into their kiss.
Lan Wangji’s hands had been placed around his head to frame it initially. Before, he seemed unsure of where to put them. Now, however, he finally reached to touch. He untied Wei Wuxian’s inner robe and slipped his hand in, running it over his chest, back, stomach, everywhere he could reach.
His hand felt so hot against Wei Wuxian’s skin that the man moaned and reached to do the same. Lan Wangji had more layers on and so they lay kissing and desperately touching for a while before he managed to reach bare skin. His fingers brushed against the brand at his lover’s chest and he paused. Pulling away, he asked uncertainly, “Lan Zhan, is this because of me?”
Lan Wangji looked down at him, his pristine face disrupted by a pair of lips that were pink and damp from their kisses. “I…wanted to keep you close to me,” he answered.
Wei Wuxian smiled a small, apologetic smile and whispered, “Please don’t ever hurt yourself again. I’m not going anywhere.”
Lan Wangji closed his eyes and kissed Wei Wuxian hard, pulling him completely out of his robes and finally reaching down between his legs.
Wei Wuxian dimly wondered if Lan Wangji had actually studied porn in the years he was dead. His hand moved expertly over his hard cock, gripping it tight and stroking slowly, his fingers brushing the head and making Wei Wuxian moan and shiver with pleasure.
“Oh, oh! Lan Zhan, that feels so good,” he cried softly. He was afraid that if he was too loud then Lan Wangji might be embarrassed. His lover grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him again, pulling away to look into his eyes.
“Don’t hold your voice back,” he said firmly.
With that, he slid down the bed and took Wei Wuxian into his mouth in one smooth motion.
Wei Wuxian threw his head back and saw stars. Who would’ve thought that one of the Twin Jades would be sucking his cock one day, and doing such a good job of it? He gasped and grabbed the back of Lan Wangji’s head. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to push him away or pull him down harder so he just let him move as he pleased and moaned in ecstasy.
Lan Wangji’s tongue slid over his shaft. As he pulled up, he made a vacuum with his cheeks, sending waves of pleasure through Wei Wuxian. Obeying his lover’s command, he let loose all the words he’d been keeping down. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, that’s too good, please, I want you, I want you, ah, not so deep or I’ll…!”
All throughout, Lan Wangji continued lovingly, his ears pink as he savored the taste, sucking elegantly but with needy abandon. He moaned softly and swallowed once, and Wei Wuxian panted desperately.
“Lan Zhan, I’m close, be careful,” he cried out, gently pushing down on the man’s shoulders. He didn’t want to just fill his mouth up, it would be rude!
But Lan Wangji didn’t stop, sucking harder and keeping his pace. When at last Wei Wuxian couldn’t take it anymore, he cried out and Lan Wangji took him all the way to the base, swallowing everything. “Ah, ah, you,” Wei Wuxian panted after. “You didn’t have to…”
Lan Wangji sat up and wiped at the corners of his mouth. “I wanted to. You taste good.”
His face had taken on that expression that Wei Wuxian now knew meant he was embarrassed, but he still stared down passionately at him.
“Lan Zhan,” he said softly. “The oil.”
Lan Wangji snapped out of his daze and looked down at the side of the bed, suddenly uncertain. “Are you…still sure?”
Wei Wuxian was going to tear his hair out. “Yes, I’m sure! I said I want it. I wasn’t lying. Please,” he finished softly, reaching out to stroke a line down Lan Wangji’s chest. “I need you.”
His hand lowered and he passed it over the substantial bulge at the front of Lan Wangji’s robes. It was obscured by fabric but a hand pressing against it was more than enough to know just how badly Lan Wangji needed to be touched.
Lan Wangji reached down and swiped the pot off the floor before opening it. Wei Wuxian under him, completely naked and squirming, was a compelling sight. One he wanted to cherish.
“Wait!” Wei Wuxian cried, reaching forward. “I don’t want you to keep your clothes on for this. Let me see you.”
Lan Wangji wasn’t the type to be ashamed of his body, was he? He had such a strong, beautiful form. He had seen the chest but Wei Wuxian wanted to see everything. He slid his hands under Lan Wangji’s robes again and pulled them off, the other man watching in silence and accommodating as needed, hesitant at first but giving in easily.
When he was finally face to face with bare torso, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but lean into him. He left a line of damp kisses from Lan Wangji’s collarbone to his lower ribcage and earned a few pleased sighs from his lover. He moved his hands down and continued to remove what was left of the robe, the two of them shifting as necessary to pull everything off.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened at the cock that had finally been freed from Lan Wangji’s robes. It was heavy, pale, and long, almost monstrously big. He felt a little nervous looking at it and yet, his mouth started to water slightly and his body felt empty.
“Lan Zhan, before you… Before we continue, lay down. I want to taste you too.” He pulled and Lan Wangji acquiesced, setting the pot down once more as he laid on his back. Wei Wuxian dipped down to kiss another line down his body, licking below his belly button. He could feel Lan Wangji’s cock pressing against his neck as he did so and it made him groan in anticipation.
He took it in hand and swallowed the thick head, trying to generate more moisture with his mouth. It was hard to fit it quite right at first and he himself was far clumsier than Lan Wangji. Still, even with some slight fumbling he could hear his lover making low sounds of approval above him.
It tasted good, clean yet warm and distinctly human. There was a familiar scent to it and he closed his eyes and sighed, sinking down more on Lan Wangji’s length, licking as he went. He used his other hand to stroke, catching moisture from his mouth every time the hand moved in close to the tip, and he continued to lick and suck at it. In spite of being a virgin, Lan Wangji had impressive stamina.
At least Wei Wuxian hoped it was Lan Wangji’s stamina and not his own lack of skill that made him last.
He had just gotten most of the way to the base, his poor throat trying its best, when Lan Wangji pulled him off and murmured, “That’s enough. This is not…how I want to finish.”
Wei Wuxian grinned and nodded, pulling back. Lan Wangji pushed him down onto the bed again, leaning over him to catch his lips. Their mouths had a similar salty taste and they kissed for a while before Wei Wuxian had to laugh and remind him, “Lan Zhan, the oil.”
“En.”
Lan Wangji reached down to grab for the pot and paused, thinking about what to do next.
“Let me,” Wei Wuxian said, and dipped two fingers in, slicking them up. He reached down, pulling his knees up closer to his chest, and slowly started to touch his entrance. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this, just the first time he’d done it with someone else watching. Lan Wangji was completely enraptured, staring with absolute focus.
His fingers circled his hole, leaving it wet and pink, before he pushed in one at a time. He gasped when he got both fingers in to the first knuckle, pulling out just to push in again slowly. His body was relaxed from the pleasure but between this position and the watchful eyes on him, he couldn’t help but tense a little.
He drove his fingers in again and again, slowly easing into it and enjoying the sensation. It felt so good. He used to joke to himself that he was born for this whenever he made this part of his masturbation routine. Watching Lan Wangji watch him, it seemed like he really was putting on a good show.
“Wei Ying, I want to…” Lan Wangji trailed off but he didn’t need to finish. Wei Wuxian nodded, pulling his fingers out and whining at the sudden emptiness.
It didn’t last. Lan Wangji swiped his own fingers through the oil and pressed against Wei Wuxian’s hole. It felt strange and wonderful having another person’s hands on him like this, and Wei Wuxian could feel himself growing hard again. When one finger pushed in, they both gasped.
He worked in the second one and Wei Wuxian simply gripped his knees to hold them out of the way, watching Lan Wangji work intently, his ears still a vibrant pink and his cock hard and slightly moist at the tip. Wei Wuxian wanted that inside him so bad.
The fingers were increasing their pace and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but cry out every now and then, which earned him approving looks and sounds from Lan Wangji.
“Please, enough, enough,” he panted. Lan Wangji paused and looked at him. “I want more,” he said, looking up at Lan Wangji with open need in his expression. Lan Wangji nodded, pulling his fingers out and rubbing them over his cock. He glanced down, frowned slightly, and reached into the pot to grab a handful of oil and apply it. He looked down into Wei Wuxian’s eyes and they shared a stare for a moment.
Wei Wuxian’s desperate, needy expression calmed and he smiled suddenly, a soft, vibrant, reassuring grin that could light up a room, surrounded by the pink from his cheeks. “Lan Zhan.” He reached a hand out to touch his lover’s arm. “You mean the world to me.”
Lan Wangji gave a small smile in return. “And you to me.”
When he pressed in, the slippery entrance welcomed him eagerly and Wei Wuxian’s hand tightened on his arm. With minimal effort he slid in halfway and watched as red crept over Wei Wuxian’s neck and chest. He cried out as his body was entered for the first time, moisture gathering at his eyes.
Gently, Lan Wangji pried Wei Wuxian’s hands away from their respective grips, leaning down to kiss him as he held them both before dragging them up above Wei Wuxian’s head.
“Lan- Lan Zhan, hold my hands down,” he panted into the kiss.
Lan Wangji pulled back and thought for a moment before he replied, “Would you like me to tie them?” He slid his hips back slightly and drove in again, still only about halfway.
Wei Wuxian cried out before he nodded furiously. Lan Wangji reached up and untied his forehead ribbon. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened dramatically. “You’re going to use that?!” He was shocked.
“It is for family and spouses to touch.” The meaning of the words wasn’t lost on him, but he could only handle so many precious emotions in one day.
He watched Lan Wangji carefully gather his wrists and tie them tight with the ribbon, securing him easily. With one hand on those now tied wrists and the other creeping down to grab his thigh, he looked into Wei Wuxian’s eyes and pressed in all the way.
Wei Wuxian threw his head back and shouted. He had barely recovered from it when Lan Wangji pulled out and did it again. They settled into a rhythm and Lan Wangji’s hard thrusts created a slapping noise only punctuated by Wei Wuxian’s desperate cries and intermittent whining.
“More, more!” He was taking it deep, his body opening to receive Lan Wangji like it was his sole purpose on earth. “Ah, it feels good! Ah, Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan! Ah!”
“Wei Ying!” The man above him panted and fucked him even deeper.
It was so good he was going to cry. His eyes teared up even more and he couldn’t stop the moisture from rolling down his cheek as he called out in pleasure over and over. He had already cum once but he could feel pressure mounting low in his belly. This wasn’t enough to make him cum again but it would get him maddeningly close.
“Lan Zhan, please touch me, please,” he whimpered over and over, the need becoming almost painful. He was fucked deep and Lan Wangji took the hand that had restrained his thigh and moved it to his cock. He stroked lightly in time with his thrusts and if Wei Wuxian wasn’t bound and pressed hopelessly down into the soft bed, he would have used every ounce of his strength to match that rhythm.
He was close, dangerously close, and when he yelled as much to Lan Wangji, the man just gripped his wrists and his cock a little tighter and slammed into him relentlessly.
He cried out, cumming harder than he ever had on his own. He was shaking and it took him a moment to realize that Lan Wangji had stopped moving. He was buried deep inside Wei Wuxian and his hips jerked slightly with every wave as an orgasm washed over him as well.
Thinking about the mess inside him made Wei Wuxian’s head spin as he whimpered, “Ah, Lan Zhan, you did that inside…” He blushed and privately hoped he could keep it there forever. He wanted to touch himself with Lan Wangji’s cum in him for days. All the shyness he’d felt up till now melted away with what they did. After all, Wei Wuxian was fundamentally confident and he didn’t worry about anything for very long.
He gasped as Lan Wangji pulled out. “Hm,” Lan Wangji said, looking down at what was surely a wet and filthy sight. He could feel a little of the cum leaking out of him and he closed his eyes and moaned.
Made for this, made for this, the words repeated in his mind.
Lan Wangji pressed two fingers in and slowly swirled them, enjoying the feeling of his slick, ruined insides. He used the cum as extra lube to lazily finger fuck Wei Wuxian for a minute, fascinated by the white streaks that overflowed, before his lover finally had enough and said, “Alright! We’re going to have to change these sheets if you keep going.”
Lan Wangji looked around silently at the bedding. He pulled his fingers out with a slight wet sound and nodded.
Lan Wangji backed up to admire his handiwork. Noticing this, Wei Wuxian kept his legs in the air, tucked up by his chest, and didn’t move his hands from their position above his head. He grinned up at Lan Wangji.
“You like it, Lan Zhan?”
“I do,” he said, that small smile pulling at his lips again.
/
They cleaned up and had another bath sent up. The attendant didn’t say anything but judging from the wide-eyed look on his face, Wei Wuxian was sure he knew. He snorted after the door closed, gripping his stomach and doubling over to laugh. Lan Wangji placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “Let’s bathe.”
He nodded, grinning, and the two disrobed. Settling into the tub together, Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, holding him close and resting his face in the curve of Lan Wangji’s throat. He felt incomparably relaxed. Lan Wangji wrapped both arms around him and gently cradled him.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked after a while.
“Hm?”
“Did you think, back then… Did you ever think we would end up this way?” He laid a soft kiss on Lan Wangji’s collarbone and closed his eyes.
For a while, there was nothing but silence. When Lan Wangji spoke, it was in an intimate whisper. “I didn’t think we would end up this way.” He lifted a palm and carried some of the warm water with it, pouring it over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders again and again, warming him even more. “But I dreamed.”
Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile.
“Me too.”
The two stayed in the tub for a while as the scent of incense wafted out of the lotus burner. At some point, Lan Wangji bundled Wei Wuxian up in a clean robe and gently carried him to bed. They fell asleep with their arms wrapped tight around one another, both in silent agreement that they would never, ever let go again.