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They have been waiting rather impatiently, and Wei Wuxian’s heat cycle has finally come. Since they had wed in spring, they’ve been wanting to have children. It’s not that they don’t have sex every chance they get—they do—but it hasn’t taken. 

Despite his mate’s eagerness to get started, Lan Wangji has opened him up with care using one finger, claw clipped off, and his tongue. He’s been begging and begging for Lan Wangji to just get it over with and force him open. Lan Wangji knows it’s the heat talking and has been ignoring his pleas—with some difficulty. The want in him is just as strong, but at least one of them has to be pragmatic.

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian gasps as Lan Wangji brushes the head of one of his cocks against his hole. “The other one too, Lan Zhan, I want both.” 

“You do not need both,” Lan Wangji replies.  

“Who said anything about need? This is about want, and what I want is both of them in me right now! I’m gonna die otherwise,” he whines.  

Lan Wangji watches as Wei Wuxian rocks back desperately, trying to get his cocks inside. He moves away from the tempting heat that’s ready for one but certainly not two. Considers. 

“I do not think you can take it,” Lan Wangji says. 

Wei Wuxian shouts, flattening his ears and banging his fists on the mattress, pushing his ass against Lan Wangji’s cocks. His tail curls around Lan Wangji’s waist, as if that will convince him or pull him closer, but the pressure of it is too light, a pleasant softness on Lan Wangji’s skin.

“Lan Zhan,” he cries in a choked voice. “Please, I want it.” 

Lan Wangji moves away and Wei Wuxian howls in distress, tears in his eyes. He holds Wei Wuxian’s hips in place with one hand, claws digging into his skin, and leans forward to place his mouth on the puckered rim. When his tongue pushes inside, he hears a high keening noise.  

Wei Wuxian’s sobbing quiets as he relaxes into the wet stretch of his husband’s long tongue inside of him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah open me up, I want both of your cocks inside of me, filling me with your babies,” he says. “How many do you think I can have at once? Four? Five? Imagine if there were ten. Ten little Lans running around. Would you like that, Lan Zhan?” 

Lan Wangji can’t answer, mouth occupied as it is, but his claws dig in deeper, blood beading on Wei Wuxian’s skin. The reaction elicits a satisfied grin from his mate, tail swishing. 

He mouths Wei Wuxian’s hole with his lips as he licks, sucking and swirling his tongue. It’s not what they’re here for, but he loves having his mouth there, lapping around and inside, tasting him and hearing him cry with pleasure. As he eats, he strokes himself slowly, moaning low in his throat. Wei Wuxian gasps and rocks his hips, pushing back onto his tongue.

Once the muscles there have loosened enough to satisfy Lan Wangji, he straightens and spreads Wei Wuxian’s cheeks. Wei Wuxian whimpers, feeling bereft, but when Lan Wangji pushes the tips of both cocks into him, his complaints die in his throat. 

He kneads the flesh of Wei Wuxian’s ass, holding the cheeks apart to watch himself fuck him. Wei Wuxian’s hole is tight around his cocks, squeezing like it’s trying to keep Lan Wangji inside. He leans in closer to Wei Wuxian, pressed chest to back as he reaches a careful hand around to wrap around his cock. 

“Ah, so good, filling me up, I can’t wait to be big and round, full of a whole litter of your children,” Wei Wuxian moans in a breathy voice. The idea of his mate heavy with his children heightens his arousal, and he quickens his pace.

Lan Wangji helplessly thrusts into him, pleasure mounting rapidly. He strokes Wei Wuxian to release seconds before he reaches his own climax, spilling inside for what seems like an eternity, mind whiting out as he comes. 

When he comes back to, he’s lying on top of Wei Wuxian, who is saying something. It takes him a moment to process his words. 

“Lan Zhan, are you listening?”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji says, still fuzzy from his orgasm. He pulls out of Wei Wuxian, earning a whine of discontent, and flops onto the bed beside him. His eyes are half shut as he strokes up and down Wei Wuxian’s back gently, occasionally petting his tail. Wei Wuxian wiggles it in excitement.

“How long until we can go again?” he asks, scooting closer.

“Mm, not yet,” Lan Wangji murmurs. His cocks are still soft, limbs weak. Wei Wuxian moves even closer, tossing a leg over his hips. 

Lan Wangji’s eyes are closed, but he can feel Wei Wuxian’s breath fan over his face. Lips press against his and he returns the kiss with a soft one of his own. Wei Wuxian kisses him more insistently, licking into his mouth, and he turns his face to deepen it.

Humming happily into the kiss, Wei Wuxian pushes his cock against Lan Wangji’s stomach. It’s already hard and wet, and he ruts against Lan Wangji without any urgency, their mouths moving together slowly. 

Wei Wuxian pulls away, their lips making an odd slurping noise with how quickly he does it, and says, “How about now?” One hand reaches for Lan Wangji’s cocks, fingers brushing over them, and they jerk under his touch. “Mmm, getting there.”

Wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, Lan Wangji pulls him down, crashing their lips together. His tail snakes around Wei Wuxian’s waist and pins him against Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian makes a pleased mmph against his mouth. 

Breaking the kiss to breathe, he says, “Now.” And plunges back inside.




“Lan Zhan, look at me. I’m huge, ” Wei Wuxian says, ears drooping. He really is. His belly is full of kits— the physician had said four. They’re due any day now and he’s miserable. “I look terrible.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes flick up from the reports he’s grading. His gaze sweeps over Wei Wuxian, starting with his ears, down to his round stomach, over his legs, slender and exposed. Wei Wuxian had decided that pants and underwear were overrated about a week ago and has taken to wearing two robes only. He’s lying in bed against a mound of pillows, robes falling on either side of his legs. 

Ears heating, Lan Wangji quickly returns his gaze to Wei Wuxian’s face. “You look as beautiful as ever, my love,” he says.

Choking on air and blushing furiously, Wei Wuxian grumbles, “You’re just saying that.” Despite his denial, he looks pleased, a smile tugging on the edges of his mouth. Absently, he rubs his stomach. 

“I am not,” Lan Wangji replies. “Wei Ying is carrying my children. How could I not think you are beautiful?”

He stands, taking several long strides over to the bed. Slowly, he sinks down onto the mattress, reaching a hand over to touch Wei Wuxian’s belly. With his fingers splayed to keep sharp claws away from delicate skin, he slides it under the fabric.

Wei Wuxian hisses, drawing Lan Wangji’s attention upwards. “Your hand is so cold,” he complains.

He tugs on Lan Wangji’s wrist, bringing his hand up to his mouth and cupping it in his own. Hot puffs of air hit cool skin, warming it. Then he tucks Lan Wangji’s hand back into his robe, pressing it down until his fingers are cupping his belly.

Leaning further back into the pillows, he shifts contentedly and smiles to himself. 

“Ah, babies, you lucked out. Lan Zhan is going to be the best father there ever was,” Wei Wuxian murmurs. “He’s so good to me, always kind and attentive. I love him so much.” He looks up at Lan Wangji, who’s watching him with a soft smile on his face, eyes warm and crinkled at the edges. “I love you so much, Lan Zhan.”

“I love you too, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says. Wei Wuxian smiles wide at him, then down at his belly as he rubs it. 

Abruptly, Wei Wuxian’s face crumples. Fat tears slide down his cheeks in quick succession. “What if the babies hate me? What if I’m terrible with them?” he cries. He swipes at the tears, but as fast as he can dry them, they’re replaced with new.

Lan Wangji moves closer until he’s kneeling next to Wei Wuxian on the bed. With one hand, he cups his cheek. When he lifts the other, Wei Wuxian whines in discontent, so he returns it to it’s spot on his belly, stroking his skin gently. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says. “You are going to do a wonderful job, and they will love you. How could anyone not love you? You are kind, and strong, and good.” He presses a kiss first to Wei Wuxian’s forehead, then to his lips. 

Wei Wuxian sniffles, wiping away tears with the heel of his hand. “Really?” he whispers. “You really think so?”

“I do,” Lan Wangji says softly. 

“Can you give me a hug around this thing?” Wei Wuxian asks, gesturing to his stomach. Lan Wangji smiles and gathers him into his arms, slightly off center, hugging him tight. He rubs Wei Wuxian’s back in gentle circles, his other hand cradling his head. 

With a happy rumble in his chest, Wei Wuxian tucks his face into Lan Wangji’s neck, looping his arms around his waist. He loves to be pressed against his mate, breathing in his scent, more now than ever. Lan Wangji is always happy to oblige him, bringing him in close and pressing their bodies flush with one another whenever the mood strikes. 

His eyes close as he leans into Lan Wangji heavily, still purring. A single finger touches Wei Wuxian’s ear, and he pushes into it. Encouraged, Lan Wangji scratches and pets his ears gently. He purrs louder, tightening his hold on Lan Wangji. 




The Jingshi is quiet aside from the sounds of babies suckling. There’s a kit on either side of Wei Wuxian’s chest, tails swishing happily. Their enthusiasm is matched only by their voracious appetites. Wei Wuxian rests against Lan Wangji as Lan Wangji’s tail drapes over his stomach, supporting each baby’s diapered bottom. 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes are half closed in a mixture of bliss and fatigue. Lan Wangji feels warm as he watches the babies eat. In his own arms, he cradles two more babies. One, another kit like his mate, is dark furred, with big round eyes and strong lungs. The other is a dragon like himself, her horns tiny nubs, with a tail scarcely longer than his finger. 

She’s smaller than the rest and always struggles to latch. Wei Wuxian’s milk comes in too strong at first, so she has to eat second, her mouth too small to handle the strength of the initial flow. They had been worried when she was born. Unlike the others, who came out red and screaming, she had been very quiet. Even now she’s quiet, looking up at Lan Wangji with as much focus as a newborn can muster.

The kit in his other arm stirs, hungry. His eyes blink open, facing turning as red as a tomato, tiny mouth taking the shape of what will surely be a scream. The distress hits him slowly, breaths coming out in sharp huffs. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says. “Wei Ying, we need to switch the babies.” His arms and tail are all occupied, so he nudges him with his leg. Wei Wuxian makes a soft noise of vague acknowledgment, sleepy. “Wei Ying—”

The baby’s cry fills the room, bellowing as if this is the worst day of his life. He’s only days old, so perhaps it is. Wei Wuxian startles awake, protective arms coming up to hold the kits on his chest snug against himself. On instinct, he begins the clumsy exchange of children, coaxing the kits off of his nipples and setting them on the bed. Reaching for the screaming boy and attaching him to one side, he holds an expectant arm out for the girl. 

Lan Wangji deposits the girl into his waiting grasp. Without needing to be asked, he squishes Wei Wuxian’s chest and directs the nipple into her mouth. He scoops the kits on the bed into his arms and leans back. Wei Wuxian follows, snuggling up against him, the babies nestled on his chest making contented squeaks as they eat. 

“Lan Zhan, why didn’t you tell me it was time for the others to eat?” he mumbles, lids already heavy. 

“I did,” Lan Wangji says. He returns his tail to its place across Wei Wuxian’s stomach to help support the baby‘s behinds. 

“You what?” Wei Wuxian asks, voice barely intelligible. 

“I did tell you,” Lan Wangji says, a smile tugging on the edge of his mouth.

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian replies, eyes drifting shut. 

A strong desire to wrap his arms around his family and hold them close washes over him, but he can’t do that without disturbing all four babies and his mate. He settles for holding the kits in his arms a little tighter and pressing a kiss to the crown of Wei Wuxian’s head. His lips brush against one soft furred ear, and he kisses there too.