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“Young Master, this is–” “Shut up!” Wen Xu interrupts with a whisper-shout, and Wen Zhuliu does as the man says, face staying impassive. “I know what this is, I’m not an idiot,” the man mumbles under his breath.
Wen Zhuliu doesn’t exactly agree with the statement but he stays put, for he knows that if he voices his opinion, it’ll only create more problems. “Wanyin went into that room,“ Wen Zhuliu hears again, and raises an eyebrow. “And was being very secretive…again. Something’s definitely up, and I must find out.”
Ah. Now, it made sense to Wen Zhuliu, why exactly Wen Xu had dragged him all the way here. The little Wen master had developed sort of a crush– not exactly a crush, for calling the .. feeling a crush would be a disservice to the original word, perhaps a sort of obsession would be a better term– on the Jiang boy about a few months ago, and to his surprise, it had still persisted, despite the other’s lack of interest and minimal interactions.
“Mn,” Wen Zhuliu affirmed and took his place, watching Wen Xu’s figure disappear around the turn of the hallway. He’d feel bad for the boy, but he was dragged during his break time, while eating a burrito, mind you, so for today, he’ll keep his empathy for himself.
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Wen Xu walked swiftly and quietly, senses alert to hear any nearby people or sounds. And strangely enough, the entire floor is quite– A little too quiet. Had the floor not been carpeted, he’d have easily been able to hear his own footsteps, against the hardwood floor.
He’d always followed Jiang Cheng to this floor everytime they were at an event held by his family, only to lose his trail everytime. Except this time, he had made sure to take a look at the cameras, making out the path the other had used. Wen Xu smiled to himself, imagining how Jiang Cheng would react to being found; The latter would probably pout and scowl, curve his pretty little lips downwards and then blush, mumbling something before turning around to leave. Except, Wen Xu wouldn’t let him, and will instead grab his wrist and then pull him close, wrapping his arms around that sinfully slim wai—
“A-Are you fu– Hnngh–! L-Lan–”
Wen Xu stops in place, his thoughts dispersing into thin air upon hearing a voice that sounded like the very man he had been daydreaming of. He silently followed the now muffled sounds.
Lan. Jiang Cheng had called for a Lan– Just, what could Jiang Cheng, his Wanyin, be doing with a god-forsaken Lan?! That too, alone, sneaking off? Why was HIS Wanyin alone with another man, at all?!
Wen Xu’s steps quickened his steps with every passing thought, no longer worried about being caught or alerting Jiang Cheng and the supposed Lan who was accompanying him for whatever reason.
His steps finally slowed down when the noises got loud enough to cover up the sound of his own footsteps.
“H-Huan– Gege, ah–! S–Someone will s-see—!”
“Mn, that’s okay. On the contrary, I believe it’d be a waste if nobody saw how pretty you are for me, no? Blooming like a lotus in its prime, looking so, so pretty, folded in half for me.”
Wen Xu goes completely still, processing the words before slowing inching in closer, to peek. Now, he knows this isn’t actually appropriate, but he needs to know which bastard is taking advantage of his Wanyin!
His eyes finally landed on the two figures in the middle of the room, and Wen Xu felt his throat go dry.
Fuck.
There, in the middle of the room, was Jiang Wanyin along with god-forsaken Lan XiChen, the heir to the Lan Corps, of all of the fucking people in the world!
And, had it not been Wen Xu's opportunistic angle, he wouldn't have been able to see anything with the way Lan Xichen had crowded Jiang Cheng so tightly against the table, slender legs pulled up and thrown over broad shoulders, easily folding the younger into half in a tight mating press.
He’d have missed how Lan Xichen's hulking figure and strong back muscles shifted languidly as he pistoned into the other male, skin shiny with sweat as he continued chasing after their pleasure. Stormy grey eyes fluttered in a daze, glassy and red-rimmed as Jiang Cheng's lips fell slack in an obscene open-mouthed moan, unable to say anything else other than the soft, desperate 'Ah, ah!' Lan Xichen punched out of him with each thrust.
Fuck, he thinks again.
The sight should enrage him, really. Just the fact that another man is touching what is supposed to be his should make him blind with rage, make him see red; But no, instead of all that, he is fucking turned on.
Wen Xu finally lifts his gaze from Jiang Cheng to sneak a glance at Lan XiChen, only to find the latter’s gaze resting on him already, lips upturned into a devious smile.
Wen Xu feels his breathing stop, as he takes a step back. Lan XiChen’s smile widens. “Wanyin,” the man coos, not breaking eye contact with Wen Xu. “Petal. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Wh–! A-Ah, Huan– ah..”
“You didn’t answer my question, my sweet,” Lan XiChen coos, turning his gaze back to Jiang Cheng, voice as sweet as honey, but with an edge that made goosebumps rise on one’s skin. “You know what happens when you don’t obey, don’t you, Wanyin?”
Before Jiang Cheng could respond with anything, Lan XiChen leaned in, pressing Jiang Cheng’s knees against his chest and sheathing himself completely, making the other choke on his own moan.
“Wanyin,” Lan XiChen whispered against his ear, breathing heavily on the exposed surface of his neck. Jiang Cheng shivered, while Lan XiChen continued speaking. “Need I repeat myself?”
“Y-You! You, it’s– Ah! It’s you, it’s– H-Huan– Ah, sl–slow down..” Jiang Cheng managed between gasps and pants. He hears a “good boy” whispered in his ear, feeling his vision go white when Lan XiChen continues rutting into him with renewed vigor, completely ignoring his request to slow down.
Gasps and whimpers filled the room, which soon turned into drawn out moans and whines, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin.
It was only when Lan XiChen met his gaze again and smirked, Wen Xu broke out of his trance. Finally realising his position, he turned on his heel and rushed off.
What the fuck? He thought, as he passed by Wen Zhuliu, heading for the bathroom. Ridiculous. Everything, all of it was so fucking ridiculous. Not only was he NOT annoyed, he was hard! But then again, how could he not be? Jiang Cheng looked so, so delectable folded in half with tears falling down his pretty, flushed face as he cried out–
Wen Xu shook his head, finally making his way into the bathroom and locking the door shut. Fuck. Fuck this, he’s going to be thinking about this for days, even in his sleep.
God fucking damnit, that damned Lan, Wen Xu cursed internally.
Somewhere in the distance, Wen Zhuliu felt his sixth sense tingle as he heaved a sigh. Guess he isn’t finishing that burrito today..