Chapter 1: A Persistent Student, A Worried Hubby
Summary:
Lan Zhan receives texts from a student, Wei Ying doesn’t like it
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Wei Ying is sprawled on the sofa, his feet lazily perched on Lan Zhan’s lap. His eyes are almost drooping even though he is trying to keep them open and watch the goddamn movie that was softly playing on their living room flatscreen. The room is dark otherwise. Lan Zhan is massaging his feet even though his eyes are on the screen as well and all over Wei Ying feels relaxed and sleepy.
It is then that Lan Zhan’s phone starts pinging, not a single ping but two three at once. Wei Ying opens his eyes. “Lan Zhan, looks like someone is missing you,” he teases, although his words come out muddled, sleep laced. His husband spares him a glance that silently conveys the word, “ridiculous”. Wei Ying chuckles. “Check the phone. Maybe it’s urgent.”
“Busy. You check,” Lan Zhan murmurs, not stopping the massage. Wei Ying scrunches up his nose. “If only your students knew that their teacher might be a block of ice in front of them but he is a lazy lump at home.” Lan Zhan scoffs in the elegant way that only he can manage.
“The phone is literally in your pocket. If I get up then you have to stop massaging my feet and being ‘busy’ so, why not just take it out yourself,” Wei Ying retorts exasperatedly. This man…
Lan Zhan’s lips downturn slightly, almost forming a pout, so miniscule is the movement that anyone else who is not Wei Ying will miss it, but Wei Ying doesn’t. His husband hated keeping phones near them when spending time together but they are both working professionals and has to keep the devices nearby. Moreover, Wei Ying is curious and when he is curious nothing can stop him from quenching his curiosity.
He sighs dramatically and leaves his comfortable spot and moves closer to Lan Zhan. His husband fishes out his phone reluctantly, now that he had nothing to be ‘busy’ with while Wei Ying hooked his chin on his shoulder to peer at the screen.
There are four messages from an unknown number:
Hi Laoshi,
This is Mo Xuanyu
You gave me your number yesterday
Hope you save mine as well ;)
Wei Ying doesn’t like that emoticon at the end. His eyes flicker to see his husband frowning so, he decides to tease him, “Lan Laoshi, aren’t you famous? This is the guy you told me about yesterday? Who flirted with you and got your number?” Underneath the teasing lilt of his voice is a mild reproach which Lan Zhan picks up almost immediately. He deletes the conversation thread without so much as a second glance and turns his attention to his husband.
“He is not the only one who has my number,” he points out because it is true. He gives his number to students who ask for it. He pulls Wei Ying closer until the other man is practically on his lap. Wei Ying rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, you are a good professor who doesn’t mind helping his students.”
“I deleted the messages,” he says placatingly as if Wei Ying hasn’t seen that already and tightens his grip around the other man’s waist.
Wei Ying knows he shouldn’t be mad at his husband because his man is a well-respected and well-loved professor who despite being strict is generous with credits and patient enough to correct the worst written essays, but seeing the profile picture of the guy doesn’t make him feel better.
His pout doesn’t go unnoticed by Lan Zhan who kisses it away. The kiss soon escalates from sweet to something hungrier like it always does. Wei Ying makes a noise at the back of his throat and pulls away. “Lan Zhan, you are clearly trying to distract me.” But contrary to his protest, he grinds against his husband’s rapidly growing erection. A soft smile etches across Lan Zhan’s lips, that’s reserved for his husband. “Is it working?” he asks even though he can feel his husband’s clothed erection against his stomach.
Wei Ying huffs but circles his arms around the other man’s shoulder. “You damn well know the answer.” Lan Zhan’s eyes darken and wordlessly he captures his beloved’s lips once again before pressing him down on the sofa and the texts and the movie are soon forgotten.
“Laoshi…why didn’t you reply to my messages?” Mo Xuanyu asks him the next day at the end of the class. Lan Zhan stops in his tracks and exhales through his nose. Even though the boy is quite intelligent and vivacious, he is also oddly persistent.
“Mr. Mo, I shall answer if you have questions. Otherwise there is no reason for me to do so,” he replies in a clipped tone. He watches the smile on the boy’s face falter and his eyes go wide before he ducks his face as if flustered and murmurs, “Ah..I..see..I-” But he is interrupted by Lan Zhan’s phone ringing.
As soon as he takes out the device from his pocket, his lips turn up. He glances at his student. “If you have nothing else to say, then please excuse me.” Lan Zhan starts walking again, but the boy continues following him, not getting the hint.
“Wei Ying?” he answers, ignoring the boy who silently walks beside him.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying drags his name in a whine and Lan Zhan frowns. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing…it’s just…I miss you,” he murmurs the last part under breath but Lan Zhan catches it nonetheless. His heart fills with warmth. “I see,” he says softly.
“Laoshi?” Mo Xuanyu cuts in, unable to wait anymore. Irritated, Lan Zhan turns to glare at him, his phone still pressed to his ears.
On the other side of the line, Wei Ying stills at upon hearing the voice. Is that..? His heart kicks up a notch. He feels familiar with the lilt of the guy’s tone because he used to speak in that tone to Lan Zhan when he tried to get his attention. He swallows thickly.
“Wei Ying?” his husband's voice breaks his stupor.
“Ah, yes. I’m here. Is there someone with you?” he asks, trying to sound casual as if he would end the call if Lan Zhan was busy.
“Mn. A student,” comes the reply. Wei Ying feels a knot in his stomach because here’s the thing, even after being with Lan Zhan for the past 20 years, he still believes that someone better than him might come one day and snatch his Lan Zhan away. His husband is hands-down the most handsome professor of Gusu University and he isn’t oblivious to the hungry stares of students and teachers alike directed towards his husband. How could they not? His husband has this aura about him which always makes everyone’s head turn.
However, he hasn’t felt so…nervous and anxious before.
‘This is just another student who is just experiencing his college crush probably. Get a fucking grip,’ he chides himself, but his heart doesn’t calm down.
“Should I…um hang up?” he says reluctantly. He waits for his husband’s answer. “No. Keep talking.” And something akin to relief uncoils in his heart.
Lan Zhan nods at Mo Xuanyu, and walks into his office and shuts the door, not bothering to see if he had done so on the student’s face, but he hardly cared. His husband chatters and bitches about his boss as Lan Zhan makes a cup of green tea.
“When will you get off work?” he asks. Wei Ying seems distracted because he doesn’t hear him at first. “Hm?”
“When will you get off work?” Lan Zhan repeats.
“At 6, why?”
“Going to pick you up,” he replies and immediately feels his lips quirk up at the way his husband makes a garbled noise. “Lan Zhan, you be the bestest.”
“Bestest is not a word,” he says indulgently.
Wei Ying scoffs. “Yes it is and it’s for you.”
‘No, it’s for you,’ Lan Zhan thinks fondly.
Wei Ying taps his foot against the pavement as he waits for his husband to arrive in the goddamn expensive BMW. His lips stretch into a grin when he spots the car approaching.
As soon as it stops in front of him, he gets in and leans forward to kiss him in greeting. Lan Zhan as always prolongs it making Wei Ying get flustered by the end. His husband looks smug while Wei Ying grumbles with no real heat behind his mutterings.
As Lan Zhan maneuvers the car, his phone on the dashboard lights up signaling an incoming message. Wei Ying feels in his stomach drop when he sees the familiar profile picture on the notification strip.
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What I tried to show here is lwj not being ‘tired’ of wy. In the other AU, in my opinion he was already unhappy in his marriage. Also wy is insecure as always:) but doesn’t make it to obvious but his hubby is a better man so he know :)
Chapter 2: Embers of Anger
Summary:
Wei Ying’s anger simmers, his insecurity flares so he acts upon it.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Wei Ying takes the phone and taps on the message. “The student texted you again,” he mutters. He hears Lan Zhan let out a long-suffering sigh. He glances at him from the corner of his eyes and notices that his husband’s lips have thinned. “Should I open and read it for you?” Wei Ying asks, although he doesn’t want to really know what is inside. His insecurities surface like black tendrils, coiling around his heart.
“Mn.” Lan Zhan doesn’t take his eyes off the road when he answers.
Wei Ying taps on the notification strip. There are more than four messages this time but the first few have his stomach roiling with anxiety.
Hi Laoshi,
You asked me to message if I have a few questions so here they are…
And then there are actually a few questions about whatever is going on in the course at present, Wei Ying presumes.
“He has questions for you,” Wei Ying murmurs bitterly and puts the phone back on the dashboard. “Did you tell him to ask you questions and only then will you answer?” he adds sullenly.
“Yes.” Wei Ying remains silent at that.
“What do you want for dinner today?” Lan Zhan asks, an obvious attempt to divert his mood and dispel the sudden tension in the car. Wei Ying gulps, partly ashamed for feeling this unhinged by a mere text from a student who probably harbors a crush on his husband. But what if…he shakes away the scary thought. Even letting his thoughts go in that direction makes his heart clench.
This will go away. He will get bored and then move on to his next crush, he reassures himself.
“Anything,” he murmurs,
“Alright. We’ll go to Caiyi then,” his husband says. Wei Ying hums in acknowledgement.
Wei Ying’s mood gets better after eating his favorite spicy noodles and gulping down a generous amount of wine. By the time they return, he is back to his happy self and Lan Zhan feels like he can breathe again. Although he detected the source behind Wei Ying’s mood change, he can't place his finger on a specific reason. Why was Wei Ying so put off by that student? Before this Lan Zhan has been the recipient of unwanted attention as well even though it disappeared the moment he ignored them but this boy was willful. However he is sure he too would give up on his futile attempts.
“Will you go to bed or would you like to accompany me to my study?” he asks as they take off their shoes. Wei Ying lets out a yawn. “I guess I’ll go to bed.”
“Mn.” Lan Zhan nods. Wei Ying smiles, his eyes wrinkles before he leans forward to kiss him. Lan Zhan’s arm circle around his husband’s waist on their own accord, a reflex that has been ingrained in his body ever since they got together. Wei Ying hums happily into the kiss. It’s a simple touch of lips and yet it is enough to make Lan Zhan feel content.
“By the way, you are welcome to wake me up, Er-Gege,” he murmurs against his lips throatily, and just like that the mood changes. Lan Zhan gives a sharp nip to the other man’s bottom lip before pulling away. “I will.” Wei Ying’s pupils dilate at the low tone. They both know it’s a promise.
Despite feeling sleepy a few minutes ago, Wei Ying felt the sleep dissipate the moment his head hit the fluffy pillows. He rolls onto Lan Zhan’s side, inhaling his scent.
He knows why sleep is evading him. He knows the reason but he doesn't want to accept it. He had the chance to glimpse the boy’s face again when the student had sent him ‘questions’. He scoffs. As if he doesn't know the reason behind sending him questions. The boy’s face and smile were so eerily similar to his that Wei Ying almost shuddered.
‘What if Lan Zhan notices this too?’ He sits up at the thought, his mind too restless for any kind of rest.
He leaves their room and trudges to the study. The door is partially open, Wei Ying’s mouth curls into a soft smile as he observes his husband jotting down something in his notebook, making schedule for his next few classes probably. His black-rimmed glasses are perched on his nose making him look even more handsome. Wei Ying sighs.
“Er-gege,” he says coyly as he enters the room. Lan Zhan looks up immediately.
“Wei Ying?” he replies softly. The intonation poses a question as to why he is awake. Wei Ying simply smiles and ambles towards him. Lan Zhan pushes back his chair just in time for Wei Ying to plop down on his lap clumsily. Since normal high-back chairs aren't really suitable for two grown men, Lan Zhan had it custom-made.
Wei Ying snuggles closer with his back to the other’s chest. “You were taking so long so I decided to come to you.” Lan Zhan’s fingers caress his clothed waist, an old oversized t-shirt of his husband’s. He nuzzles the other man’s neck as they bask in each other’s warmth.
“We should go to bed,” Wei Ying murmurs, feeling sleepy again now that his husband was near. He casts a lazy glance at the notebook on which Lan Zhan was writing, but then his gaze falls on a particularly familiar question and every iota of sleepiness simply vanishes.
“You were answering the questions he sent?” he asks the obvious. Lan Zhan hums in acknowledgement. “There were a few interesting ones. Since the answers are slightly big, I decided to just write them down.”
Wei Ying doesn’t respond. For an irrational moment he wanted to get off his lap and leave but maybe Lan Zhan was thinking the same because he felt him tighten his grip.
“These are just course related questions, airen,” Lan Zhan murmurs placatingly against the curve of his neck.
Wei Ying lets out a shuddering breath. Yeah, they are just course-related questions.
However, Wei Ying still drags Lan Zhan out of the study after he is done and they don’t sleep until the wee hours of the morning.
When Lan Zhan gives Mo Xuanyu the paper the next day, the boy grins like he has been given something precious. Lan Zhan is baffled by this. “You wrote the answers for me, Laoshi?” he asks as he skips beside him like an energetic puppy.
Lan Zhan doesn’t look at him but nods.
“Thank you so much. I wasn’t expecting this,” he gushes. Lan Zhan frowns. He turns to look at Mo Xuanyu who stumbles for some reason, his eyes widen and cheeks turn pink which yet again makes Lan Zhan slightly uncomfortable.
“The questions you asked were interesting. I hope the points help. I have also suggested a few reference books which are available in our library,” he says.
This flusters the boy even more who fidgets with the paper. “Th-thanks, Laoshi.”
“Mn.” Lan Zhan nods in silent dismissal, although the boy seems too distracted to actually pay attention to it.
Lan Zhan lets out an exasperated sigh as he stares at another list of questions from Mo Xuanyu.
Hello Laoshi. I have some more interesting questions to ask once again.
You have very good hand-writing, by the way :)
Thank you.
P.S. Do you like coffee or tea? I just wanted to treat you to some for taking the time and writing down the points.
Lan Zhan doesn’t know if he should be glad that he has at least one student this year who is diligent or whether he should feel annoyed at his behaviour.
“Who has you all riled up, Er-Gege?” Wei Ying teases as he joins him on the sofa, post dinner. Instead of telling, Lan Zhan shows him the message. Even though he knew the message could possibly upset Wei Ying, not telling him might upset him even more.
It was odd seeing his husband so rattled by a mere young adult. What is it about the boy that made Wei Ying like this? He watches the other man carefully as his jaw clenches and shoulders become tense.
Such audacity? How dare…he…? Wei Ying has never felt so violent towards a 20-something-year-old before this. He feels like slapping some sense into him and he would have done so had he been a stranger but this one happens to be a student, a student of the University where his husband teaches. He can’t be reckless and mad, no matter how much he wants. Lan Zhan would be upset, old man Lan would be furious and mostly his husband’s reputation might get damaged.
His gaze shifts to Lan Zhan and the said man takes back his phone. Wei Ying wordlessly goes to lay his head on his husband’s lap. “Help your student, Laoshi,” he says, looking up, a small smile playing on his lips. Lan Zhan is taken aback but doesn’t comment on it. He proceeds to massage Wei Ying’s scalp and soon forgets about everything except Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan finally understands why Wei Ying seemed so unbothered. He should have known that his husband who is a mischievous being doesn't really let go of his grudges easily, which is why Lan Zhan is finding it extremely difficult to even think, let alone hold the pen properly.
“What happened, Gege? Why are your hands shaking?” Wei Ying asks innocently, turning his head sideways as if he is not the one seated on Lan Zhan’s lap with his dick sheathed inside of him. The gray-eyed man rocks gently, but keeps himself relaxed. Lan Zhan bites the crook of his neck in retaliation. Wei Ying merely lets his head fall back on his husband’s shoulder, baring his beautiful neck. Lan Zhan’s mouth waters.
Wei Ying had said that he was retiring early and Lan Zhan had scowled. He had chalked it up to Wei Ying being silently upset, and wanting to give the man some space, he had gone to his study. However, 15 minutes or so later, his husband had walked in, gloriously naked and had silently taken out Lan Zhan’s already half-hard erection from his sweatpants, stroked it to its full hardness before lining it up against his entrance and taking him in one go.
“C’mon Gege, we can’t sit here all night, can we?” Wei Ying teases. Lan Zhan’s arm tightens around his midriff because his husband hasn’t given him permission to touch his cock which is hard and leaking. Lan Zhan dolefully stares at the stiff member before shifting his attention to the notebook. He lets out a shuddering breath through his nose and starts writing.
The writing is haphazard and not as beautiful as earlier one but the moment Lan Zhan completes it, he clasps his hands on his husband’s waist making sure they leave a bruise and thrusts up. Wei Ying has clearly given up control because he whimpers above him as Lan Zhan continues to viciously thrust into his husband, conveying to him just how much of an ordeal he has gone through.
“Gege…too much…” Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan thumbs the head of his cock.
“Shouldn’t have provoked me then,” Lan Zhan growls. Wei Ying gasps when Lan Zhan hits the prostate.
“On how many fingers did you fuck, baobei? Three? Four?” he asks, continuing to stroke his husband’s weeping cock.
“F-four,” Wei whimpers when Lan Zhan bites his shoulder and sucks on the skin no doubt planning to leave a mark.
The chair creaks dangerously but neither of them care as they chase their pleasure reaching their climaxes almost at the same time.
“Look at the mess you made,” Lan Zhan says darkly into his husband’s ear who shivers.
“Then you have to keep me plugged up so it doesn’t ruin the pretty carpet,” Wei Ying retorts breathlessly. Lan Zhan knows what he is implying. He turns Wei Ying without pulling out and then picks him up. Wei Ying moans at the sensation, and Lan Zhan feels himself harden again.
As he look at the mirror, Lan Zhan’s gaze shifts to the hickey that Wei Ying had left yesterday, just above the collarbone, nothing a shirt can’t hide, but not completely. Lan Zhan’s lips tug up.
“I have not been able to jot down a lot of points but I have added some reference books that can help.” Lan Zhan hands Mo Xuanyu the folded paper. The boy had been waiting outside his office. He grins and takes it gingerly. “Thank you, Laoshi. But you didn’t tell me if you like-” he stops mid-sentence when his eyes fall somewhere below Lan Zhan’s jaw. The professor is already turning the knob of the office door, but he doesn’t miss the quick emotion that flashes across the boy’s eyes.
“You didn’t say whether you liked coffee or tea?” Mo Xuanyu asks again, suddenly sounding more cheerful than before.
Lan Zhan glances at him. “No need.” And then he enters his office without sparing him another glance.
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This is a changed scenario, in earlier AU it was mentioned how lwj and mxy’s convo began. I am assuming mxy used to ask questions to coax out answers from lwj and then used that P.S. to get extra info but in that AU lwj doesn't show these texts to wy. Non-canon lwj felt thrilled somehow to see someone asking about his likes and dislikes.
Chapter 3: A Phone Call gone Wrong
Summary:
Lan Zhan's good will proves hefty on his marital life.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
“I think he is being bullied,” Lan Zhan comments when they are having dinner one night. It takes Wei Ying a moment to figure out the person his husband is talking about. His eyebrows pinch together when he realises who the person is. “How did you know? You observe your students that well, Lan Laoshi?” he gripes.
“He is the top student in my class. The bruise on his cheek was visible even though he tried to hide it under make-up,” Lan Zhan answers, placing his chopsticks in a perfect position, indicating that he was done. Wei Ying shoves a piece of tofu in his mouth, wondering when his husband began to break the ‘no talking during eating’ rule.
“Talk to him then. See if you can help him,” Wei Ying begrudgingly says because despite having questionable opinions about the boy, he wasn’t that much of an evil person to turn a blind eye to bullying. He has firsthand knowledge of this so he wouldn't want another to suffer. And his husband was not ignorant either. He was the one who tore his guards down, and saw him, the real Wei Wuxian behind obnoxious attitude and bright smiles. Not to mention, he did help a few students in the past as well, making sure that their future is better than their present.
Lan Zhan's lips curls into a small smile and he leans forward to kiss his forehead.
“Stupid man with a good conscience,” he grumbles with no heat as he takes the plates to the sink.
Wei Ying hid the fresh burn mark on his arm by wearing an oversized hoodie, the one he had borrowed from Lan Zhan but never gave it bsck. Yu Ayi was disappointed with him again. Jiang Cheng hadn’t made it into the Gusu University while he had smoothly made it at the top of the list. His arm wasn’t spared from the hot spatula or Yu Ayi’s wrath. He had to muffle his cries of pain the whole night so that his brother wouldn’t hear.
“Wei Ying?” He whirled around to find Lan Zhan walking toward him. His lips tugged up into an easy smile but his smile faltered when he saw Lan Zhan’s brow pinch together.
“Are you unwell?” Wei Ying’s smile turned nervous.
“Ah…why would you say that?” he asked uneasily. Dammit, how was Lan Zhan so observant?
“Or is that your way of telling your new boyfriend that he looks ugly?” he added in a teasing tone, pulling up the facade of a happy-go-lucky guy.
“No. Wei Ying always looks beautiful,” Lan Zhan replied earnestly without blinking and Wei Ying felt his face turn red.
“Lan Zhan,” he whined and moved closer before wrapping his arms around the other’s midriff. He sighed as Lan Zhan’s arms closed around him as well, securing him into the safe cocoon of his arms.
Later that day, his boyfriend found out about the burn mark and Wei Ying had to hold back a furious Lan from doing something he would later regret.
“You wanted to see me, Laoshi?” Lan Zhan looks up from his laptop screen and nods. Mo Xuanyu walks in, smiling as usual. Lan Zhan notices the heavy make-up nonetheless.
“Please take a seat,” Lan Zhan says, indicating to one of the chairs opposite him. The boy sits as told. Lan Zhan unclasps his fingers and corrects his reading glasses.
“So why did you want to see me?” he asks, giving Lan Zhan a lopsided grin.
“You have missed a few classes and have arrived late for another few,” he begins and observes Xuanyu’s smile falter.
“Are you…having any problem?” he asks carefully, cryptically. Xuanyu’s smile turns guarded, the mirth in his eyes dims and Lan Zhan becomes certain that he hadn’t been wrong about his assumption.
“Laoshi, is this how you say that you miss my texts? Don’t worry ah, I was busy during the past few days, I’ll send more questions again,” Xuanyu says in a faux-cheery tone, clearly trying to divert the subject but it only earns him a pointed look from the professor.
“Laoshi…er…what do you mean?” Xuanyu finally asks, flashing an uneasy smile.
“I would suggest you either seek help or do a better job at hiding it,” he says and gestures his cheek to indicate what he means. Xuanyu remains silent for a while, his smile has vanished from his lips completely. He sighs.
“I..I um…don’t have a very good relationship with my family and my cousins…they…” Xuanyu trails off. Lan Zhan fills in the gaps.
“If you have any problem, you can let the Dean know. My brother, who is a lawyer, can help, We have helped quite a few students before as well,” Lan Zhan carefully suggests.
Mo Xuanyu smiles again, a genuine one this time. “Thank you for being so kind, Laoshi.”
Lan Zhan nods in acknowledgement and then the boy bows and takes his leave.
“Am I not good, Laoshi?” Xuanyu asks, his words coming out slurred and muffled. He stills and looks at Wei Ying who is not looking at him.
It was two in the morning and he was almost drifting off to sleep after a passionate round of their everyday activities and Wei Ying was almost asleep as well on top of him when his phone buzzed, illuminating their dimly-lit bedroom.
“Lan Zhan, it's your phone,” Wei Ying had mumbled against his chest. Thinking it might be someone important, he had picked up and saw Mo Xuanyu’s name flashing across the screen. He heard Wei Ying groan because his husband too had apparently seen it.
“What did you tell him the other day when you spoke with him? To disturb you at night as well?” Wei Ying had snapped.
“No…I just asked him to tell the Dean if he wants help,” Lan Zhan murmured truthfully.
“Pick up the phone, let’s see what he has to say,” Wei Ying groused and Lan Zhan hesitated before answering and putting the call on speaker.
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“I think you should rest,” Lan Zhan replies calmly, trying his best to not hang up.
“Please tell me if I’m good…Laoshi I am good right? A good student…a good…good person.” Xuanyu’s voice quivers. Lan Zhan looks at his husband again whose lips have thinned. Even in the dim light of his phone, he can see the flash of anger in the other man’s eyes.
“If you don’t have anything else to say-”
“Would you fuck me? Would you look at me if you weren’t married to someone else? Will you still fuck me if I tried hard enough?” he sniffles and Lan Zhan isn’t sure if these are words spoken under the alcoholic influence. For the boy’s sake, he hopes they are.
“You are not in your right mind. You should rest,” is all Lan Zhan says and ends the call.
He turns off the phone and turns his gaze back to his husband. Wei Ying isn’t looking at him and that is not something Lan Zhan likes. He reaches out to touch him but he flinches back. Lan Zhan swallows thickly, letting his hand hover in the mid-air before retracting. This…has rarely happened but whenever it has happened, whenever Wei Ying has refused his touch, he feels lost.
“Why didn’t you answer him?” he asks. There’s a slight tremor in his tone which quickens Lan Zhan’s breath.
“Why?” his husband repeats, sounding angry this time.
“Because it’s useless,” he replies.
Wei Ying raises his head and Lan Zhan’s breath hitches when he sees his eyes glistening.
“Wei Ying?” he breathes and reaches out once again. The said man bats away his hand. Lan Zhan lets out a shuddering breath.
“I didn’t reply because he is drunk and his question isn’t important to me,” he says because it’s true. He will have to talk to Xuanyu again because the boy was pushing the boundaries and while he has heard other professors being harassed like this, he has never been a victim to such an act. Until now, he had been acting out of goodwill but now…it had become a little shy of inappropriate and indecent.
“Would you fuck him?” Wei Ying’s question jars him out of his train of thought.
“No.” The answer is prompt but it is not enough.
Wei Ying gazes at him with ire. “Would you fuck him if we weren’t together?” he sneers and Lan Zhan’s heart twists painfully. He has never wished to be the cause of any kind of pain to his husband, and now that he has indirectly caused him pain, he feels miserable. It tears at his conscience.
“No. I would not fuck him or anyone else for that matter, Wei Ying,” he says calmly although he feels a lump in his throat as he watches Wei Ying’s anger ebb away and sadness creeping in, taking its place. He aches…aches to reach out again but fears rejection. Fears that Wei Ying wouldn’t want him to touch and it almost leaves him short of breath.
But then he watches Wei Ying’s shoulders slump before he falls forward, and Lan Zhan, like always, catches him.
“Why?” he asks against his chest, sounding tired and frustrated.
“Why won’t you?” he mumbles. Lan Zhan doesn't answer but secures his husband tightly in his hold, unwilling to let him go, afraid that he would pull away and Lan Zhan didn’t want that.
“Because no one would be Wei Ying,” he replies softly. His answer has always been that, but Wei Ying has always had trouble understanding this.
“Because I can only love Wei Ying. Because I don’t feel anything for anyone else, never have. Because he is the one for me, my everything,” he continues to murmur against his hair while caressing his husband’s naked back. He feels Wei Ying’s shoulders tremble but he doesn’t question or soothe him. He lets him cry, and feels his eyes burning with unshed tears as well.
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Chapter 4: Taking Care
Summary:
Lan Zhan takes care of Wei Ying
Chapter Text
Wei Ying wakes up before his husband the next day. Honestly, he didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. How could he be so rude and selfish? How could he doubt his Lan Zhan? His hands tremble as he tries to pour the coffee into his mug. He lets out a hiss when a few drops of the boiling liquid fall on his hand.
“Let me.” Wei Ying yelps, barely managing to keep the pot from tumbling as Lan Zhan comes to stand behind him. He silently takes the pot from him.
Wei Ying swallowes thickly. “Lan Zhan?” He can only utter these two words, only utter them in a miserable tone.
Lan Zhan places the pot down and Wei Ying turns around at the same time. “Lan Zhan.”
His husband cups the side of his face. “Wei Ying.” The tenderness in his tone, and the love in his eyes are enough to make Wei Ying’s throat feel tight. He places his hand over his husband’s and gazes at him before reaching out and cradling the other’s face. “Lan Zhan…last night-”
Lan Zhan leans forward and kisses him, cutting off his words effectively.
“Wei Ying had the right to be upset. I am sorry that I made you upset,” Lan Zhan murmurs against his lips before tugging his lower lip slightly.
“But Lan Zhan-”
“Wei Ying, I will speak with Mo Xuanyu today. I should have handled this properly but it seems that…” Lan Zhan trails off. Wei Ying’s throat bobbed. This man…this man’s generosity had been taken advantage of and yet he was apologising to him. Wei Ying always feared, always thought that he wasn’t worthy of being loved, of being treated nicely. For him happiness was synonymous with temporary. But now that he has stayed with Lan Zhan for so many years or rather, his husband has stayed with him for so many years, he feels even more scared. He hopes that this too will pass soon.
“Okay,” he says hoarsely. Lan Zhan smiles.
“Mr. Mo,” he begins as soon as Mo Xuanyu walks into his office.
“Hi, Laoshi.” He looked nervous. Lan Zhan already had the feeling that he totally remembered what he had said last night. He doesn’t ask him to sit like before.
“I think I don’t have to repeat whatever you said to me over the phone last night. I would prefer it if you don’t call me at odd hours or when there is no academic requirement. I had given my contact number so that you could contact me if you had any questions regarding the course. I have given my contact number to several other students for this purpose and they adhere to my request. So I would prefer if you kindly adhere to the code of conduct as well.” Mo Xuanyu’s eyes remain downcast and his lips remain pressed together.
“Do I make myself clear?” Lan Zhan asks just to be sure.
“What is so good about your partner?” Mo Xuanyu mutters instead, not looking up.
Lan Zhan lets out a slow breath in order to keep his cool.
“Mr. Mo, do not forget that I am your professor. This kind of behaviour can either get you in trouble or ruin your academic life and future,” Lan Zhan says through clenched teeth.
“Fine. I won’t do this again. I apologise sincerely,” the boy says somewhat petulantly as he bows insincerely. Lan Zhan lets out a breath of relief when Mo Xuanyu takes his leave
He thinks that this will be the end of it. He is wrong.
A few days later, Wei Ying decides to drop by his husband’s office to have lunch together. He knew Lan Zhan would be teaching at the moment, but he can wait. He nods at the guard and walks confidently towards the office when he spots a boy standing outside the office.
His pace slows down when he catches the sight of the virtually familiar face. He steels himself and tries to control the simmering rage at the mere sight of the boy and plasters a smile.
“Are you waiting for Lan Laoshi?” The boy whirls around, eyes wide.
He gives a sheepish grin. “Uh…yes.” The anger inside Wei Ying is stoked by that grin even more.
“Why don’t we wait inside? I came to surprise your Laoshi as well,” Wei Ying says with an exaggerated wink. Mo Xuanyu seems to be intelligent because his eyes widen when he catches on.
“You are…”
“Oh where are my manners? I am Wei Wuxian, Professor Lan Wangji’s husband,” he introduces himself with a wide grin although his cheeks hurt from pretending.
Mo Xuanyu stares at him for a moment before his lips tugs up. The smile is anything but friendly. “Ah..so that is why Laoshi didn’t comment when I asked him what’s so special about his partner.”
Wei Ying’s heart sinks at the implication. Lan….Zhan didn’t comment? Didn’t say anything about him? He generally does...did then why...? But he isn’t about to reveal his inner turmoil to this guy. So, he continues to smile. “Ah..he is shy. And to a student he wouldn’t want to brag. Especially someone who has been pestering him to the point of harassment.” He stops smiling at the last words.
Mo Xuanyu is intimidated, Wei Ying can tell by the way his throat bobs but Wei Ying’s heart is pounding. He can’t get the words of Mo Xuanyu out of his mind. The boy nods at him and turns to leave while Wei Ying stares at the retreating back, but then the boy stops as he spots someone when he turns his head to his right
Wei Ying hardly realises the arrival of his husband until he feels a hand wrap around his waist and his name being murmured close to his ear. “Wei Ying?”
Lan Zhan spots his husband standing near his office and quickened his pace, wondering why Wei Ying didn’t just go inside and sit. He doesn’t even notice Xuanyu until he has his husband in his arms. “Laoshi?” He turns then to see Xuanyu standing not far away, looking somewhat irritated. But then he approaches him while Wei Ying is standing stiffly and grins. “I was talking to Wei Loashi. Actually I was-”
“Mr. Mo. Please email me whatever queries you might have regarding the classes. I presume you have other classes now,” he dismisses him and silently walks into his office with his husband who merely follows. However, the moment he closes the door and locks it, Wei Ying suddenly jumps into action. He pins Lan Zhan to the door and kisses him.
Lan Zhan has an inkling behind Wei Ying’s sudden behaviour although not odd because he had not soundproofed his office for no reason. They have countless memories here. He lets Wei Ying kiss him. He pulls him closer and kisses him back with equal vigour. Wei Ying seems angry, desperate but Lan Zhan doesn’t stop him from nipping his lips. Taking what he wants because he can feel how rattled and perturbed his husband is. He also has an idea who might be the reason which makes the professor even more annoyed.
Wei Ying’s fingers work fervently on the buttons of his shirt, leaving a trail of biting kisses along the way. Unable to hold back as always when it comes to Wei Ying, Lan Zhan puts the folder he was carrying, carelessly on a nearby file rack and hauls his husband up, until their lips are hungrily moving against each other again. He picks up his husband and walks them to the sofa. It is slightly small for the two of them but they manage to make it work.
“Fuck me,” Wei Ying pants against his lips while grinding against Lan Zhan’s growing bulge. He sounds needy and Lan Zhan knows better than to deny him. He likes it rough at these times so Lan Zhan lowers Wei Ying on his back and pushes two fingers into his mouth.
“Then get them nice and wet,” he commands. Wei Ying gazes at him, already glass-eyed as his mouth closes around his fingers and he begins sucking.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss his nose.
They easily slip into their roles and Lan Zhan likes nothing more than taking care of his husband’s needs in every way.
“Get your trousers off.” Wei Ying complies and gets working on taking his pants and underwear off. He manages to lower it to his mid-thighs.
“Good boy,” Lan Zhan murmurs again and places a tender kiss on his forehead. His eyes darken at the sight of Wei Ying’s leaking cock. Wei Ying continues to lick his fingers and sucking them while making tiny noises at the back of his throat.
He strokes his husband’s cock lazily, pumping it once, twice. “How do you want it, baobei?” he asks softly.
“Want to see Gege’s face,” Wei Ying replies, his voice coming out muffled around Lan Zhan’s fingers. Lan Zhan pulls his fingers out, making Wei Ying whine.
“Quiet or I won’t fuck you,” Lan Zhan says sternly although he will. Wei Ying presses his lips together to keep himself from moaning.
“Good boy, my A-Ying,” Lan Zhan praises again with a gentle pat on the side of his left thigh.
Wei Ying hikes his legs, taking off his trousers and underwear completely and throwing them on the ground. Lan Zhan swirls his spit-soaked fingers around the other’s rim before pushing in one finger. Wei Ying’s breath hitches.
“Relax for me,” Lan Zhan murmurs as he pushes his finger in and out before adding another. Wei Ying thrusts his hips, trying to get as much friction as possible. Lan Zhan feels his erection throb and protest in the confines of his pants. But he needs to make his Wei Ying feel good first. He did not want him to pull away like he did a few nights ago.
Wei Ying’s back arches when Lan Zhan’s finger hits his prostate. He massages it earning punched-out moans from his husband. And Lan Zhan can’t help but lean down and leave kisses down his tantalising throat, biting and sucking as he goes.
“Gege, please…Er-Gege…” Wei Ying babbles his pleas without knowing what exactly he is pleading for. Lan Zhan doesn’t touch his cock, not yet. Instead he pulls out his finger making his husband whine and whimper at the loss, watches his hole twitch and spasm around nothing.
“What do you want, A-Ying?” he asks, thumbing the head of his cock which has precum steadily pooling on his stomach.
“You,” Wei Ying sobs. Lan Zhan’s heart clenches at the sight of his husband’s wobbly lips and glistening eyes.
“Specify,” he says nonetheless, stroking him again.
“Your cock, inside me,” he says in a quivering tone.
“Sit up, and take out my cock,” he commands hoarsely. Wei Ying scrambles to follow. He manoeuvres his zipper over the bulge and lowers his pants while Lan Zhan has unbuttoned Wei Ying’s dress shirt before latching onto his nipple. Wei Ying’s hands are shaky as he works while Lan Zhan barely moves to help him get his trousers off.
He groans when his husband takes him in his hand and wraps his fingers around him, and strokes him, spreading his precum along the length. Lan Zhan sucks on a bruise just below the collarbone while slowly thrusting into Wei Ying’s hand.
Unable to hold back any longer, Lan Zhan clasps his hands on the other’s hips, lines his cock against his entrance and lowers him on it. He tries to be gentle because he didn't prepare Wei Ying as thoroughly as he would and winces when he hears him hiss.
To soothe the mild pain he kisses his jaw in apology, earning a tender smile from Wei Ying.
He gently urges Wei Ying to lie back on the sofa as the man wraps his legs around Lan Zhan’s waist and begins moving. Both of them groan in pleasure. Wei Ying circles his arms around his neck and surges up to kiss him.
Their tongues tangle and swirl as they moan against each other’s mouth. Lan Zhan pulls away to leave kisses down his jaw and neck once again. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying calls out.
Lan Zhan gazes up, meets Wei Ying’s silver eyes and says, “I am here, A-Ying.” He sets a mildly fast pace, relishing in the friction and the way Wei Ying keeps calling out for him, keeps mewling under him. He likes reducing his husband to inchorency, loves taking his mind off whatever negative thoughts he might be having.
He feels Wei Ying begin to clench and tighten more frequently around him and knows that his husband is close. “Gege, touch me,” Wei Ying whispers hoarsely.
“A-Ying will come on my cock or not at all,” Lan Zhan says mercilessly.
“No,” Wei Ying feebly protests.
“No? You don’t want to come?” Lan Zhan bites his earlobe.
“No, I want Gege to touch my cock,” Wei Ying sniffles.
“A-Ying, be a good boy,” Lan Zhan reprimands mildly. He quickens his pace and leans down to capture his lips again. Sooner than later, Wei Ying comes with a muffled shout, splattering his come between their stomachs. Lan Zhan buries his face in the crook of his neck and soon follows.
When they have steadied their breaths, Lan Zhan pulls out eliciting a quite groan from the other. He licks his lips at the sight that Wei Ying presents and wants but…they can’t, not here. Wei Ying, as always, reads his mind. His lips stretch into a sly grin. “Later.” It’s a promise which Lan Zhan intends to keep.
They clumsily get up and Lan Zhan cleans them with a few clean wipes that he keeps in his office. His shirt is mostly damaged, he has to keep his suit jacket buttoned for the rest of the day. Wei Ying hisses as Lan Zhan cleans his behind. “Sorry,” he murmurs, feeling guilty.
“It didn't hurt, baobei. I enjoyed it,” Wei Ying says and packs him on the lips.
“I came here to get lunch with you,” he adds, making a face.
“Mn. We’ll get one on our way home, I’ll ask Fei Wang to take my next class.You can take a half day,” Lan Zhan replies, buttoning the other’s shirt while Wei Ying sits there.
When he doesn’t get a retort or a snarky reply, Lan Zhan looks at him. Wei Ying is watching him with something akin to sadness in his eyes. Lan Zhan cups his face. “Let us talk when we go back home?”
Wei Ying’s throat bobs, he nods.
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So basically, you might also want to kick that non-canon LZ because remember him being okay with mxy being vocal when they started having sex because his office was soundproofed? Now you know why he had soundproofed it in the first place :D
Chapter 5: Wei Ying from Lan Zhan's eyes
Summary:
Wei Ying can't forget what Mo Xunayu said, Lan Zhan describes what exactly makes him so special.
Notes:
cheeseeeyyy but I had to give a counter scene of the mirror one where the other WWX had been sad as he stared at himself :(
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Chapter Text
Wei Ying’s mind is slightly dazed, still reeling in the postcoital glow. He distantly remembers Lan Zhan taking his phone and speaking to his superior. He also remembers Lan Zhan making him drink water while he spoke to Lan Qiren over the phone.
He remembers being guided out of the office and into the passenger seat of their car. When they reach, Lan Zhan carries him inside and takes off his clothes and puts Wei Ying in one of his hoodies and shorts. It makes Wei Ying feel surrounded by his husband. Safe. Loved.
He sits on their bed, feeling slightly more anchored than he had been. “I’ll be back, okay?” his husband murmurs, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. He nods and suppresses the anxious voice that says that maybe his husband is going to leave him and he will remain waiting. He knows it's not true but he can't help but feel his heart twist painfully.
Lan Zhan comes back after what feels like an eternity with a tray. Wei Ying belatedly realises that they hadn’t stopped to buy food. He scoots over to make space for his husband. He sets the tray down and picks up small bite-sized morsels and begins to feed Wei Ying.
Wei Ying eats without complaint. Lan Zhan has changed out of his work clothes as well. When they have finished eating, Lan Zhan sets the tray on the nightstand and both of them snuggle into each other. Wei Ying closes his eyes as he listens to the rhythmic heartbeat of his husband. He wraps his arm around his stomach possessively while Lan Zhan runs his fingers through his hair.
“What happened back there?” Lan Zhan asks after some time, continuing to run his fingers through Wei Ying’s hair.
Wei Ying clings to him even more instead of replying. Lan Zhan doesn’t prod. Instead, he drops a kiss on top of the other’s head. Wei Ying sighs.
“He said you didn’t answer him when he asked what’s so special about me,” Wei Ying mumbles into the crook of his neck. Lan Zhan’s fingers still. He knows what Wei Ying must have thought. He had never felt so angry with anyone, not even with Wei Ying’s foster parents.
“I didn’t tell him because it would be of no use. He would never understand what you are to me, what we are to each other. He would never understand the way I feel for you. He is just blinded by some kind of emotion, so I did not waste my time and…I didn’t want to give any explanation to a student about your importance in my life.” Lan Zhan pauses when Wei Ying giggles. His husband gazes up at him with a smile while Lan Zhan frowns in confusion. Wei Ying, however, surges up to peck his lips.
“Lan Zhan. My Zhiji. My baobei. My everything, you do know this is the most you spoke after a very long time?” Wei Ying replies with a soft smile and Lan Zhan’s ears redden, not because he spoke more than he usually does but from the terms of endearments which even to this day. makes his heart flutter and trip.
“Mn.”
A few days later, Wei Ying wakes up in the middle of the night still jarred by the comment from Mo Xuanyu. Despite Lan Zhan’s repeated reassurance in several ways, the comment seemed to have made a place in his mind, popping up to haunt him whenever he is alone.
He looks at his husband, sleeping peacefully, one arm curled around Wei Ying’s waist. Lan Zhan looks too handsome for a man in his mid-forties and he isn’t even being biassed. Wei Ying’s eyes trace his eyes where a few laugh lines that are barely visible, his nose, his lips. A few greys peppered on his otherwise black hair. He moves to kiss his nose. Lan Zhan doesn’t stir.
What makes him more attractive is his kind heart, Wei Ying muses.
Carefully extracting himself from his husband’s firm hold, he walks into their ensuite washroom. Turning on the lights, he strips off all his clothes and stands in front of the full-length mirror.
Wei Ying has found himself looking into it more often than not, sometimes his face portrayed lust and tears, other times he stared at Lan Zhan who's gaze would pin him with love and desire while he would be balls deep into him.
But this time, he looks at his form clinically, critically. His forehead looks broader than it did a few years ago. His hair still has more blacks than greys but he suspects that this inequality will soon be diminished.His laugh lines are more prominent than his husband’s. His eyes look dull but not devoid of happiness. He sucks in a breath when his gaze fix on the Hickey's. His eyes flickers from one bruise to another dotted on his body. One dark red, a recent one at the base of his throat, another big one at the juncture of his left shoulder and neck. His is gaze moves to the one around his right nipple, a blackish one and then another above his navel, yellowish and then another purple one on his left hip bone, his inner thighs were marred with several coloured bruises as well.
His midsection slightly protrudes, and his cock has somehow become half-hard at the sight of bruises. These hickeys and marks are tokens of love as Lan Zhan likes to call them. After all, his husband’s actions speak louder than words. He is reminded of that time when he had complained about an overtly friendly colleague and Lan Zhan had suddenly dropped by his office the very next day to have lunch and had very publicly kissed him in greeting. He chuckles at the memory.
“Wei Ying.” The said man startles and turns around to find his husband standing at the doorway, his eyes raking Wei Ying’s naked form. Wei Ying’s cheeks redden and embarrassingly his cock fills as well under the heated scrutiny.
“What are you doing?” his husband asks hoarsely as he approaches him, his steps slow and languid.
Wei Ying laughs nervously, suddenly feeling more self-conscious. “Uh..nothing. I mean…just…just clinically observing my body to check what my sex appeal is nowadays.”
Lan Zhan hums and comes to stand behind him. He gently turns Wei Ying to face the mirror once again. Wei Ying gulps as his husband plasters himself to his back. “I think Wei Ying has plenty of sex appeal.”
Wei Ying rolls his eyes, even though his cheeks darken under Lan Zhan’s heavy gaze. He feels bare and vulnerable under the fluorescent lights and Lan attention. He lowers his gaze.
Lan Zhan detects his husband’s distress. When he woke up, sensing the lack of a warm weight on his chest, he felt an acute sense of panic, driving away any remnants of sleep from his eyes. But the soft lights spilling from under the bathroom door calmed his heart. Nonetheless, worry and concern had made him get off the bed and trudge to the washroom.
He felt desire and worry curl low in his belly, at the sight of his husband, standing naked and staring at his reflection, unaware of his presence. He knew that his husband was still not over the comment. He was already planning to talk to his uncle about the matter. He had tried to restrain himself from taking the matters further, considering the boy’s future but this was taking a toll on his husband’s mental health and his as well and he was not generous enough to still entertain his student’s disrespectful antics.
He hadn’t seen Xuanyu in his classes and for once he was not looking to find him and ask about his well-being like he did where other student’s were concerned. He had also blocked the other’s number which he never thought he would do, especially where a student was involved.
“Wei Ying is still sexy to me,” he repeats. “See.” He hooks his thumb under the other’s chin and tilts it up to make his husband look at their reflection once again. He relishes the way Wei Ying’s cheeks redden even more. Lan Zhan’s gaze smoulders. His eyes flicker to Wei Ying’s half-hard cock and he feels himself growing hard as well.
“His eyes…” he begins, “-is arresting. Anyone who has ever looked into them has definitely been mesmerised by the twin greys.” But Wei Ying chose to bestow that gaze mostly on him and that makes him selfishly happy. His eyes trace the laugh lines. “The laugh lines…are proof that my Wei Ying has been happy and content.” He places a kiss on the corner of his right eye, unable to stop himself.
“Lan Zhan-” Wei Ying chokes out.
“This,” he lifts his hand to trace his lips with thumb, “always so plush and soft, makes me want to bite it all the time. The smiles it gives me, the laughs, all of them are my favourite and sometimes it makes me want to keep him to myself so no one else gets to see that smile.”
He nudges his thumb in between his lips and Wei Ying takes it in his mouth and sucks on it without further prompt. His eyes darken as possessiveness curls around his heart. “These lips also take my cock so well,” he adds huskily, nuzzling the crook of his neck. Wei Ying makes a noise at the back of his throat.
Wei Ying’s breath hitches. Lan Zhan pulls out his thumb and the other lets out a small whine. He traces his thumb along the jaw and settles on the hickey at the base of his throat. “This is my way of claiming what’s mine,” Lan Zhan murmurs, pressing on the bruise and watching Wei Ying’s eyes flutter close. His half-hard cock twitches.
His hand comes to rest over Wei Ying’s heart, beating rapidly under his palm. “I feel lucky that Wei Ying chose to give me a place here,” he pats on the skin gently, ”he chose to love me and let me love him.”
He nibbles on the unmarked skin of his shoulder and Wei Ying simply leans back. He doesn’t suck hard enough to mark but neither does it pass off as a kiss. “This…” he trails the spit-licked thumb to Wei Ying’s right nipple and pinches it. “-is one of Wei Ying’s erogenous spots and I could play and toy with them forever.” A breathy moan leaves his husband’s lips. Lan Zhan grinds his clothed cock lazily against the cleft. He wants to take his husband but not before his ministration is over.
“This…” he splays his fingers over Wei Ying’s belly. The soft flesh always made him feel happy for some reason. Maybe because at one point he had seen Wei Ying thin from not getting enough nutrition to eat when he lived with the Jiangs. “-is a proof that Wei Ying appreciates what I cook for him. That he is healthy and well.” He lets his lips curl into a small smile. Wei Ying gives him a half-hearted glare.
“And this…” He drags his hand further down until he is loosely cupping Wei Ying’s cock, hard and leaking. “- belongs to me as well.” His eyes darken as he wraps his fingers around the length and strokes it lazily. Wei Ying tips back his head, resting it on his shoulder, baring his neck for him. Lan Zhan latches his lips on the unmarked skin, sucking and biting.
“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying moans. Lan Zhan thumbs the slit, coating Wei Ying’s length with his precum. “Wei Ying does this to me, more often than not.” Lan Zhan says and rubs his painfully hard cock, still pitifully confined in his sweatpants against the other’s ass. He caresses his balls and Wei Ying’s breath quickens, more precum dribbles out, coating Lan Zhan’s fingers even more. But he stops suddenly, making Wei Ying whine in frustration.
He kneels down. “Lean forward and spread your legs, baobei.” Wei Ying complies.
He parts Wei Ying’s supple mounds, the pink furl twitches. Lan Zhan squeezes his ass, wanting to leave his handprints on the mounds apart from marking him with his husband’s precum. He flicks out his tongue to trace the rim. Wei Ying gasps. He kisses the hole before sucking on the rim. Wei Ying’s thighs tremble at the touch.
Reluctantly, Lan Zhan pulls away his hand from his right asscheek and puts two digits, still wet with Wei Ying’s precum, into his hole.
“Lan Zhan….please…want you,” Wei Ying pleads in a trembling voice from above. Lan Zhan doesn’t look up because if he does then he’ll lose whatever control he has. He keeps a slow pace, opening him up.
He pulls out his fingers and spits on the hole before easing his tongue in. He caresses the perineum before caressing his balls while pushing his tongue in and out of his hole, tasting the precum and spit, feeling the way Wei Ying twitches and tightens. The front of his sweatpants his damp and his cock throbs painfully, but he waits.
“Lan Zhan…no more….please,” Wei Ying sobs. Lan Zhan finally concedes. He stands up on shaky legs and clumsily pulls down his sweatpants. His cock twitches, its head an angry purple.
He strokes it, coating it with his precum while looking at Wei Ying’s tear-stained face. His husband is teetering, closer to the edge. Lan Zhan drags his length along the crack and then he is pushing in.
Wei Ying’s heart pounds as he feels the burn from the stretch and the pleasure that follows. He whimpers as he comes untouched, overwhelmed and overstimulated, splattering his come on his stomach and on the mirror. Lan Zhan’s gaze grows dark if possible and his fingers feel like a branding on his skin, clamping his waist tightly as he sets a relentless pace.
“So good for me, baobei,” his husband murmurs, nuzzling the skin below his ear and Wei Ying can only reply with a choked-out gasp. His heart aches with overwhelming love and desire for his husband. He manages to keep his eyes open only to watch them. Lan Zhan’s face now buried in the crook of his neck, his hands possessively holding him, his cock thrusting in and out of his hole, reclaiming what’s his. Wei Ying’s cock twitches again, valiantly trying to fill out once again.
The thrusts get erratic, and then Lan Zhan is filling him, groaning against his skin as he comes inside him.
Wei Ying’s ratcheting heartbeats calm down as he collapses back, against his husband’s sturdy frame. He feels tired but in a good way.
When they have cleaned up or rather Lan Zhan has cleaned them both, he snuggles into his husband’s warmth. It’s not unusual for them to go to bed at this hour, and yet Wei Ying kisses Lan Zhan in apology. His husband tightens his grasp around his waist and responds earnestly. Wei Ying tastes love and passion in that kiss, and knows that his husband must have guessed the reason behind his night-time observation.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against Lan Zhan’s lips, not bothering to explain the reason behind his gratitude.
“Mn.” Lan Zhan simply responds.
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Chapter 6: Closure of Sorts
Summary:
LZ deals with his students with his uncle and brother's help.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
“Wangji, why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Lan Xichen asks worriedly after Lan Zhan tells him and Lan Qiren everything. He had dropped Wei Ying to his office before arranging a meeting with his family.
“I thought I would be able to handle it at first,” the younger Lan replies demurely.
Lan Qiren clicks his tongue in annoyance, “This is a harassment case, WangJi. This is a sensitive topic. I hope you haven’t deleted the messages because without that we won’t be able to prove anything while interrogating the student.”
Lan Zhan shakes his head. “I have muted the chat and blocked his number.” Lan Xichen nods tersely.
“Fine, I will call him tomorrow, and inform you so that you can be present,” Lan Qiren says. Lan Zhan feels a heavy weight settle inside him. Even though he didn’t want Mo Xuanyu to feel troubled and had initially played off his messages as pestering, he had no options left anymore.
When he informs Wei Ying, he remains silent for a while before leaning his head on Lan Zhan’s chest. “Will you be okay when they interrogate Mo Xuanyu?”
Lan Zhan purses his lips before humming an assent. He knew why Wei Ying was asking this. Lan Zhan would never step back when someone needed to be defended but when it came to him, he usually hated confrontations.
He can only hope that things will go smoothly, or as smoothly as one can hope for in these cases.
The following day, Xichen’s eyebrows furrow with every message he reads. Lan Zhan tries his best not to squirm. His elder brother lets out a sigh before giving the phone back. “It’s…serious.” He turns to their uncle. “Call him, uncle. WangJi." He gazes at Lan Zhan concernedly. “You can stay inside the back office.”
Lan Zhan thinks of refusing to do so before thinking better of it and nodding.
Surprisingly, Mo Xuanyu doesn’t refute or deny any of the accusations that Lan Qiren charges at him. Lan Zhan listens from the back office as he answers the questions posed by Lan Xichen.
“....no one had ever shown me an iota of concern that he did,” Mo Xuanyu says, his voice quivering. “No one ever answered my questions, not even my high school teachers, saying I should be focussing on academics rather than reading outside materials. No one ever asked if I was doing okay,” he says with a bitter chuckle.
“Well…you would get that assistance from Professor Lan even if you didn’t do these things,” Lan Xichen says gently.
Lan Qiren, going by the protocol suspends him for a week instead of expelling him since he owned up to his mistakes. Lan Zhan doesn’t come out of the back office until Mo Xuanyu leaves.
“I wish people showed more compassion to another so that it wouldn’t be mistaken and warped into something else,” Lan Qiren says with a sigh. Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen don't comment.
When Lan Zhan unlocks his office, he finds a letter that he almost stepped on. He knows who might have slid it from under the door. He picks up the paper and unfolds it. Above the main letter, a note was messily scrawled.
I intended to give you this letter today before I was called to the Princi’s office and suspended…anyway, I hope you at least read it.
Lan Zhan’s eyes glided to the actual content of the letter.
Lan Laoshi,
I would have sent this to you via email but I realised that you might have blocked my email as well since you blocked my number already. I don’t have the guts to face you anymore. My admiration….liking… everything for you began from the day you came to our school as a guest of honour. I was a high schooler then. I loved your speech and since then I have followed every article you’ve written and worked hard to get into such a prestigious University like Gusu.
When I finally got to sit in the class and attend your lecture, it felt surreal and I thought that you were more attainable than you had been a few years ago. You are the first teacher and maybe the first person who asked about my issues, who was observant enough to ask and offer help, who answered every query of mine and that….somehow made me think that I could get closer to you…to seek that warmth and kindness and be a recipient of it.
I guess…I was wrong. I know how you treat your students, have heard countless people praise you and sigh about how lucky Wei Loashi is. Frankly, hearing them made me feel jealous. I also got to know no one got more than an email from you when asking questions so getting detailed answers and book references made me greedy. The fact that you asked me if I was being abused or bullied also made me feel special so I found myself wanting your attention even more.
I know my tactics were shameful and the way I behaved was atrocious but I was desperate. I wanted to be cared for and….loved by you. However, meeting Wei Loashi, and seeing your devotion for the man not only shattered me but somehow also opened my eyes. I don’t know if I’ll still continue to study here. My scholarship will not affect me, don’t worry.
I hope you have a good life. I hope you remember me. I hope you can forgive me someday.
Apologies for my impudence.
Mo Xuanyu
Wei Ying lets out a shuddering sigh as he finishes reading the letter, He feels an amalgamation of emotions. He should feel guilty or…sad but he…doesn’t, not that much. Lan Zhan had returned from University and found him in their bedroom, lying on Lan Zhan's side of the bed and had sought him out immediately. Wei Ying had been a little hesitant to read the letter when Lan Zhan told him about it.
“Lan Zhan…” he trails off, not meeting his husband’s eyes. He didn’t know what to say.
“Wei Ying can’t blame himself.” And just like that Wei Ying’s heart twists and melts, breaks and mends all at the same time. How Lan Zhan detects his emotions so easily, he will never know. Wei Ying gives the letter back before taking a seat on his husband’s lap. Lan Zhan encircles his arms around the shorter man easily.
“I know I shouldn’t…” Wei Ying trails off with a sigh. Lan Zhan doesn’t reply. Unlike his husband, he doesn’t feel any regret. He feels relieved. The simple fact that his Wei Ying wouldn’t hurt anymore, that he wouldn’t be the reason for hurting his husband in any way anymore made him feel at peace. He hopes that Mo Xuanyu will meet a person who will take care of him and love him someday,
They sit intertwined in each other’s embrace, soaking up one another’s warmth, brooding and musing.
“Lan Zhan…”
The man hums in response.
“I love you.” Lan Zhan feels the familiar curl of warmth and love in his heart. He tightens his grasp around the other man’s waist. He nuzzled the crook of his neck and murmurs the words against the skin. “Love Wei Ying.”
~Fin~
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Chapter 7: Epilogue
Summary:
A happy ending :) Smutty nonetheless ;)
Notes:
Partially edited and proofread so might have typos and mistakes. Apologies for that :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Lan Zh…an,” Wei Ying moaned, arching his back as his husband mouthed his leaking cock still trapped in the black lace panties. The red cheongsam he had worn was ruined already and was hiked to his waist. Lan Zhan’s suit jacket lay crumpled on the floor, so was his husband’s long trench coat. Wei Ying’s sneakers and Lan Zhan’s expensive loafers lay somewhere near the entrance, Lan Zhan’s tie was forgotten somewhere near the living room and Wei Ying’s red ribbon which held his luscious hair together was now tied around his wrists.
“You reap what you sow,” Lan Zhan murmurs against the silky fabric. Wei Ying is a weeping mess already, his cock oversensitive from earlier. Balefully he can’t do anything but agree with his husband and curse his greediness.
For their 20th anniversary, Wei Ying had everything planned. He had decided to wake up his husband with a blow job but Lan Zhan being Lan Zhan had derailed his plan beforehand by waking him up with the hottest blowjob and then had proceeded to fuck him thoroughly, so much so that Wei Ying was left weak-limbed and dazed. He had no complaints though.
But he is not Wei Ying if he has no backup plans, so he never mentioned buying a red cheongsam from an online shopping website. He had decided that instead of keeping it for later as revenge, he would make a surprise visit to his husband’s University and wait for him in the office, wearing the red cheongsam he had worn on their first anniversary but that had gotten ruined due to obvious reasons aka Lan Zhan ripping the fabric in his haste to see Wei Ying. He planned to re-create those memories. Merely thinking of it made his dick twitch. He prepared himself thoroughly, but skipped the buttplug, knowing how well his husband liked to push into his tight hole.
He also had cooked dinner beforehand and planned to have them after coming back, whenever they would come back. Wei Ying shivered at the thought.
The dress felt soft and hugged his soft curves like second nature. For modesty’s sake, he had slipped on a pair of black lace panties. He put on light makeup, tied his hair with his husband’s favourite red ribbon and slipped on black converse because he found heels classy but too uncomfortable, and also the fact that maybe heels weren't a good choice if he was going to be bend over the desk and railed by his husband. He put on his trench coat and left the house to seduce his husband.
Lan Zhan couldn’t concentrate in his class. The images of Wei Ying spread out on their bed this morning flashed randomly across his mind. He had wanted to take a leave today but his husband had said that he had an important meeting so it would be a waste.
He was glad when lunch rolled because he didn’t have a class for an hour or so after lunch. He fished out his phone to see if Wei Ying had texted. He hadn't, which made him frown. Was he not interested anymore?…no….he can’t have pessimistic thoughts. Wei Ying had been vocal and enthusiastic even today morning and he always professes his love like he used to. Lan Zhan shook his head and unlocked his office door only to freeze at the doorway.
He could feel his pants tighten and his heartbeat accelerated. Wei Ying was lounging in his seat, smirking at him, no doubt deciphering Lan Zhan’s hunger displayed on his face. He closed the door with a loud thud and without looking, locked it. Wei Ying’s smirk faltered.
Wei Ying’s heart was pounding as he saw his husband prowl toward him. He felt more like prey than a seductor.
“Up,” Lan Zhan ordered and knowing very well what role he was expected to be in, Wei Ying let his lips curl into a smirk.
“Or what, Gege? This chair is comfy.” He made a show of getting more comfortable although his dick was throbbing and precum leaking, soaking his panties. Lan Zhan’s eyes flashed dangerously. He rounded the desk and as soon as he came within reaching distance of the chair, he grabbed the top and swivelled it so Wei Ying’ was facing him. Wei Ying swallowed, his throat dry.
“You know if you don’t listen then you will be punished, don’t you, A-Ying?” The husky tone and the warning in the undertone made Wei Ying shudder. He fluttered his lashes and peered at his husband. “What do you want?” he asked breathlessly.
Lan Zhan leaned forward but not close enough and his hand landed on Wei Ying’s shoulder, the grip neither too tight nor too loose, just enough to assert dominance. “You will suck my cock and if you are good I might come down your throat, then you will bend over this desk and present yourself and once I’m done with you I will make sure you won’t be able to leave the office in anything but your trench coat.”
Wei Ying moaned at his words. Lan Zhan’s breath fanned against his forehead The professor brushed his lips lightly against the flushed skin of his forehead before dragging them to his nose, and finally leaving a barely there kiss on his lips. Wei Ying’s pupils had become dilated, the greys eclipsed by the black. Lan Zhan mirrored his look but slightly more intense.
“Get to work,” he ordered and Wei Ying scrambled to follow. He vacated the seat for Lan Zhan and got on his knees. His fingers trembled as he opened the fly of his expensive slacks and manoeuvred the zipper over Lan Zhan’s very noticeable bulge.
‘It’ll stain,’ Wei Ying mourned as he eyed the black slacks.
“Time is running out, baobei,” Lan Zhan said, feigning annoyance. Wei Ying could hear the impatience in his tone. He bit back a smile. He leaned forward and kissed the angry red tip, letting himself feel the smooth skin of the shaft. He heard his husband groan. He gave kitten licks at first before taking the tip. He let himself feel the weight and taste on his tongue.
He didn’t take him in deeper, instead, he licked a stripe from the base to the tip. Laan Zhan moaned above him. Wei Ying smiled coyly as he took in the tip again and felt Lan Zhan’s burning gaze on him. Fingers tangled in his hair seconds later and gripped tightly, just the right side of pain and pleasure. “Do you want me to shove this down your throat?” Wei Ying moaned, shivering at the prospect because he wanted that. He wanted to be treated roughly. He peered through his lashes and purposely gave an experimental lick. Lan Zhan’s gaze turned feral as his grip tightened. Roughly, he thrust forward and Wei Ying gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat. His eyes stung as Lan Zhan guided his head as if he was his husband’s fucktoy and oh…the idea always made him thrilled.
He whimpered and moaned at the continuous rough treatment until he was made to take an entire load of cum. He coughed but felt the salty taste and the burn in his throat as he swallowed Lan Zhan's cum. His knees were aching and he knew that if he safeworded, Lan Zhan would stop everything and bundle him up into his lap but he wanted…he always wanted more where Lan Zhan was concerned.
“Thank you for the meal,” he rasped. He licked his swollen lips, relishing the ache in his jaw. Lan Zhan however, looked far from done. He hauled Wei Ying up and bent him forward,
Wei Ying whined as the fabric of the cheongsam rubbed against his very painfully erect nipples. Years of pleasant torture and love had made them more sensitive than they used to be. The cool surface of the desk left goosebumps on his flushed skin. He felt the dresses being rucked up roughly, without care and he loved it.
“No plug today?” Lan Zhan asked as he pulled down his panties but didn’t push them down all the way, restraining his legs by keeping the flimsy piece of silk just under the swell of Wei Ying’s plump ass.
“I..prepared,” Wei Ying replied breathlessly as he felt Lan Zhan push in a finger as if to test his statement. His cock was trapped between the edge of the desk and his stomach and he couldn’t help but rub against the hard surface.
“Did I ask you to find ease?” Lan Zhan, ever the observant man slapped his right cheek lightly. Wei Ying’s breath hitched.
“But Gege….I didn’t…” his voice trailed off into a moan as Lan Zhan pushed in three fingers roughly.
“Hm?”
“Fuck me, please,” Wei Ying begged.
“Giving in so fast? Did I not fuck you this morning, took you apart for hours and it has not been more than 6 hours, you’re already begging for more. You come here dressed like this, knowing that anyone who has a keen eye might know, anyone and yet you are here. You couldn’t even wait for me to return like a good wife. You had to provoke me, had to fill your greedy hole with something, didn’t you?” Lan Zhan whispered in his ear, lightly biting his shoulder. “How much of a slut are you, A-Ying?” Wei Ying trembled at the low timbre of his husband’s voice, feeling his balls tighten. He was so…close.
“I…am a slut…a slut for Lan Zhan’s cock,” Wei Ying stuttered out, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“That’s right. You are my personal slut, remember that.” Lan Zhan growled in his ear as he scissored his fingers in and out of his hole. The possessive tone, the light squeeze on his ass, the way his fingers hit his prostate and being on edge all day tipped Wei Ying towards his climax. He whimpered as he came. He panted through his release and vaguely felt Lan Zhan pushing in.
His husband, his wicked, mean and perfect husband fucked him as he climaxed. He was sobbing as the pace remained relentless. Lan Zhan held his hips firmly, his fingers digging into the soft fleas of his stomach and thumbs digging into the small of his back. Wei Ying felt like a ragdoll being moved, pushed and pulled, a fucktoy for his husband and he was more than happy to serve. He clenched around his husband’s length making him groan. He felt fingers clasp his jaw and then his head was being turned to the side before Lan Zhan’s lips descended on his for a fierce kiss. The kiss was all teeth and tongue but filled with equal amounts of love and lust. Usually, Wei Ying indulged in rough sessions less these days and Lan Zhan had never forced him. Nowadays, their love-making was more on the vanilla side but sometimes, they liked to indulge like today.
Wei Ying moaned into the kiss when Lan Zhan nipped his bottom lip sharply. He peered at his lover. Sweaty, flushed and breathtaking as always.
Lan Zhan’s hips stuttered as he looked into Wei Ying’s eyes. His beloved looked beautiful as always. The ever-consuming love that always threatened to consume him, simmered dangerously low beneath his skin, itching to be free. Even after 20 years of being together and loving him silently before he knew that his love wasn’t unrequited, this feeling had never dimmed, never mellowed.
“Lan Zhan,” his love’s shaky voice brought him back to reality. His Wei Ying’s eyes softened.
“Baobei, what’s wrong?” Lan Zhan realised that he had stopped moving. He dropped a kiss in apology on his husband’s lips and began thrusting again. His throat closed up with emotions. His fingers dug a little more than they should as he came.
Lan Zhan gently peels the dress gently as well as the soiled panties and throws them in the laundry basket on his way to the washroom to get a washcloth. Wei Ying is lying on the bed, panting and sweaty. Lan Zhan gets his pants off as well and pulls on a pair of boxers while picking out a soft t-shirt for his lover.
After cleaning him up, he helps Wei Ying into the t-shirt, knowing his lover wouldn’t like wearing anything underneath.
Once they are under the blanket, Lan Zhan pulls his husband closer and kisses his damp forehead.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying mumbles. The said man hums, indicating that he is listening.
“I love you, a little more every day,” he mumbles. Lan Zhan swallows thickly.
“You are the same, aren’t you? That’s why you looked like that today, right?” Wei Ying murmurs with a soft smile. Lan Zhan always feels amazed at how easily his Wei ying reads him like an open book.
“Mn,” Lan Zhan doesn’t dare elaborate because he doesn’t trust his voice. Wei Ying snuggles closer, hugging him a little more tightly.
“Love me like this, always and I will do the same.”
He thinks of the black box he has kept in his Study's drawer, and thinks about the pamphlets of the adoption centre he has collected and the research that he has conducted. Soon, Wei Ying will demand dinner which apparently he had oprepared but neither of them even thought about it when they returned, too lost in each other. But for now...for the moment, he would revel and bask in the afterglow.
He leaves a lingering kiss on his drowsy lover's forehead. “Will love Wei Ying, forever.”
Notes:
Aiyah!! It draws to an end :') Thank you for staying with me and reading and loving this AU. I was inspired by a lot of things to write, a personal incident had also been my source of angst. Thank you once again for all the kudos and comments.
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Chapter 8: Extra - Wei Ying being the bad bitch
Summary:
A little glimpse of their lives with A-Yuan and then WY staking his claim all over again ;) You don't mess with our Yiling Laozu ;)
Notes:
I know I have two WIPs but this has been sitting in my documents for a loooong time. I didn't know whether to post it here or under Glimpses, but figured it would give a more... apt ending if I post it here? IDK. Anyway, hope you enjoy :P
Have to exhibitionism tag just for this smh
Also, this is especially for VicoMejia733 who translated the fics of this AU :)
Chapter Text
~Wei Wuxian~
Wei Ying tried to adjust his posture as he leaned back on the park bench. The park was not a very old one, and nearby their house. His eyes fondly tracked his son’s movements as the child giggled and played with other kids. He could now understand why his sister always took her son to the playground no matter what her work schedule was. It’s sort of therapeutic to watch a child’s carefree laughter, to know that your child is happy and well cared for.
“Wei Ying?” The said man’s smile widened as he turned to the voice like a sunflower turns towards the sun. Lan Zhan mirrored his smile with a soft and short curve of his lips, a smile that was reserved for his loved ones.
“Lan Zhan, how are you back from University early?” he asked, albeit delighted to see his husband. He had texted him earlier about bringing A-Yuan to the park.
“I didn’t want to miss our playground date,” Lan Zhan replied, his eyes twinkling with humour. Wei Ying giggled at that.
“You are still sore about the last time when A-Yuan and I enjoyed shaved ice without you and sent you a picture.” Wei Ying grinned and as expected his Lan Zhan simply averted his gaze like the young master he was even though his flaming red ears gave him away.
Before he could tease him more, their son came barreling towards them with a delighted “Baba!”
Lan Zhan bent down in time to scoop him up. Wei Ying shook his head fondly as their son looped his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck. “You came to play?” A-Yuan asked hopefully. Lan Zhan’s gaze strayed towards Wei Ying whose eyes gleamed with mirth.
“Yes, baobao. Baba came home extra early for you,” Wei Ying responded and Lan Zhan agreed with an “Mn.”
Thus, they left the playground and Lan Zhan bought them shaved ice. A-Yuan chattered on his way back and Wei Ying kept up with their little radish while Lan Zhan happily listened to both of them with an ever-present smile on his face.
“While you are at Qing gugu’s house what are you not to do?” Wei Ying asked as he knelt in front of his son.
“No more than 2 candies. Not bothering Gugu with extra story requests and not staying up late,” A-Yuan counts the don'ts in one hand. Honestly, Wei Ying found it adorable and all he wanted to do was pinch his little radish’s cheeks, but Lan Zhan might have not even set any rules, Wei Ying had to step in.
“And?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
A-Yuan looked at him sheepishly. “Not to bother grandma for more sweets and no TV after 9.” Wei Ying’s stern expression melted away and a grin bloomed on his lips. He hugged his kid and pecked the top of his head. “That’s right my sweet little radish.” A-Yuan’s small arms wrapped around his shoulder.
“When will you be back?” A-Yuan mumbled into his shoulder. Wei Ying’s heart clenched as he realised the tone. This was the tone of a child scared of separating from their parents, fearing that they might not return for them.
“As soon as A-die’s office party is over, baobao,” Lan Zhan replied from the doorway. In two strides he was inside the room and was kneeling as well. Both fathers hugged their son, conveying through the warm embrace that no matter what, they will never abandon him, and hoped that A-Yuan would one day understand that he was the brightest star in their universe.
Wei Ying sighed as Lan Zhan started the car. A-Yuan had pretty much forgotten about them as soon as Wen Ning had opened the door with a warm smile.
“It looks like we have more separation anxiety than him, Lan Zhan,” he muttered.
“Mn. But it’s good that he is not crying,” Lan Zhan reasoned although he sounded glum. Neither of them looked forward to this office party.
“Don’t talk as if you don’t want to get over with this goddamn party asap,” Wei Ying retorted and his husband remained silent.
~Mo Xuanyu~
It’s been a while since he loosened up. Having to juggle work and studies and keep his mind off the humiliating incident that happened a year back was sometimes hectic. However, he was enjoying this, dressing up. His second cousin, Mianmian had insisted he come as her plus one because she did not want her parents shoving another guy for prospective marriage her way.
“Why can’t they accept that I am not into guys, at all? I have a long-time girlfriend and she might just leave me one day for all this nonsense,” she had ranted angrily over lunch.
“Told you, free booze and food and you can land someone hottie here which is a bonus,” Mianmian chirped, taking a sip from a fancy cocktail. He was about to retort that no one was here who was his type when his eyes drew towards two familiar figures.
“Ah, the showstoppers are here,” Mianmian said almost dreamily. Xuanyu scowled and looked at his cousin questioningly.
“Oh you might not know,” she began even though she had no idea that he knew a lot about them. It was their graciousness that the scandal wasn’t made public.
“But you studied there, no? Before transferring?” she asked. Xyunayu took a sip of red wine just to keep his mouth shut and nodded. “But not much.”
“Yeah? Well, these guys are like couple goals. You will see for yourself soon.” Xuanyu’s grip on the wine glass tensed a little. The thing is he didn’t want to see. But his eyes strayed back to them involuntarily.
Wei Wuxian was speaking with a few delegates while Lan WangJi stood beside him. Xuanyu could see Lan laoshi’s hand casually on the other man's waist and it was just there… as if it belonged there . It was a possessive stance but not overly so.
Xuanyu turned the other way because he still couldn't come to terms with this. With them.
Soon Mianmian too had left his side and he found a small nook where he could drink peacefully and observe others.
He noticed the couple standing in another corner talking and seemingly in their own world. He swallowed thickly as he noticed the small barely-there smile on Lan laoshi’s lips and his eyes… His eyes held that fond and intimate expression which made Xuanyu blush although it was directed at him.
He surreptitiously looked again after some time fiddling with his phone because looking at them was too much and not enough at the same time. Wei Wuxian was talking animatedly with a colleague perhaps and surprisingly Lan laoshi was not there. His gaze wandered and then he spotted the man approaching his husband, two glasses in hand. When he was near an arm’s reach, Wei Wuxian’s head turned and his grin widened. Lan laoshi took his previous place while Wei Wuxian leaned to his husband’s side resuming whatever he was talking about. Xuanyu decided to go and bother his cousin.
~Wei Wuxian~
It was getting difficult to pretend, to remain unaware of the man who had once been the reason for his sleepless nights. “Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan’s voice drew him out of his thoughts. They were standing in a quiet corner. He gazed at him. His husband gazed back with a tiny furrow between his perfectly shaped eyebrows. Wei Ying forced himself to smile. “Ah…Lan Zhan, I am just bored,” he said leaning into his husband’s chest.
“You are upset because of Mo Xuanyu,” Lan Zhan, ever the observer stated because he, too, had noticed the infamous guy in the party. Wei Wuxian sighed, having no way to escape. He didn’t straighten up. Lan Zhan’s arms snaked around his waist and Wei Ying let out another heavy sigh. “It’s just…” He didn’t know how to say this and he felt ashamed as well, after the harrowing experience Lan Zhan had to go through as well.
But then an idea formed in his mind, one that had him hot under the collar. He wasn’t sure if Lan Zhan would be up for it. Sure, they fooled around during their senior years and even after getting married, but now… they were not so young so he was completely unsure.
He tilted his head to look at Lan Zhan, gazing at him through his lashes. “Take my mind off, A-Zhan,” he whispered and Lan Zhan immediately got the hint. His pupils dilated, lips parted slightly. The hand that was lightly resting on his waist, tightened and Wei Ying shivered in anticipation.
The only place that was deserted was one of the balconies which were semi-dark and facing towards the small garden/ chilling area the company had made at the back of the office building, but thankfully, access was denied for the visitors today, to prevent people littering the place and choking the plants.
Wei Ying made a mental note to thank his manager but for the time being, all he could think of was his husband’s lips trailing open-mouthed and hungry kisses down his neck while his cock thrust in and out of Wei Ying’s hardly prepped-up hole. The burn felt good, his heart thuds at the possibility of being found but Lan Zhan erases that thought with a graze of his teeth and tweaking his nipple through this shirt. His shirt was half open and his coat barely concealed his naked backside. His pants and underwear pooled around his left ankle while his shoes were lying somewhere close. His right leg was hooked around his husband’s hips for leverage.
Lan Zhan’s trousers and briefs pooled around his shoe-clad legs. Wei Ying fisted handfuls of his coat as he brought him and demanded a kiss from his husband who easily complied. Their mouths desperately devoured each other as if this was the first time.
“What would happen if a guard comes to check the area and looks up only to find their clever engineer being fucked on the balcony,” Lan Zhan said huskily as he moved to nibble the other man’s earlobe.
Wei Ying gritted his teeth, tightening his grip with his leg as Lan Zhan began to mouth against a probable bruise on the sensitive area just below his left ear. Wei Ying clutched his shoulder and tilted his neck to give his husband better access. God, what were they doing? Being respectable people and yet…
“What if someone walks in on us, Lan-Er-Gege? What will they think? Gusu University’s Jade prince is an insatiable beast, doing his husband like this,” Wei Ying retorted shakily.
“You like it,” Lan Zhan said with nonchalance as he rolled his hips. Wei Ying could only thank the person who had the goodwill to create the balcony railing opaque instead of normal railings otherwise his ass would be on display for anyone who might chance a look.
His mind blanked as a particular thrust managed to hit his prostate. He moaned, his walls clenching around his husband’s length. God, even after all these years he could manage to get like this for Lan Zhan. He mouthed at a bruise against the crook of Lan Zhan’s neck, making sure it was visible.
One of Lan Zhan’s hands squeezed his ass, painfully no doubt leaving marks. Wei Ying thought about how they would look after they returned to the party. Their rumpled clothes marked skin and a general look which won’t leave any doubt in anyone’s mind as to what they had been up to.
Especially Mo Xuanyu.
“Touch me,” he whimpered out his plea.
“No. Wei Ying will not come now.” Lan Zhan didn’t fail to hit the right spots though. His left hand continued to keep a bruising grip on his waist while the other hand kneaded his right asscheek.
“What?” Wei Ying gasped.
“You will come after we go home. After A-Yuan goes to bed,” his husband murmurs with a hooded gaze. Damn, that would be hours from now. He whined in protest. A-Yuan could get clingy after staying away from them for more than a few hours, a residual effect of being abandoned one too many times.
“But I might get blue balls by then, Gege,” he said with a groan as Lan Zhan bit his clothed shoulder.
“I can stop then,” Lan Zhan reiterated and began to pull out. Wei Ying jerked forward, clenching around him as tightly as possible, making the other man groan.
“If you don’t come inside me now then you can’t for the rest of the night,” Wei Ying growled because how dare his husband bully him while he is teetering at the edge.
“Wei Ying will not dare,” Lan Zhan growled back and thrust viciously. A sound between whimper and moan came out of Wei Ying’s mouth. His cock was hard and leaking between their stomachs.
He was about to retort something dirtier when his gaze trailed past Lan Zhan’s shoulder to find Xuanyu standing half-hidden by the entrance. Since it was dark, Wei Ying was sure Xuanyu thought that he was being subtle and quiet. He would have loved to see if Xuanyu's gaze widened at being caught, but Wei Ying’s anger flared when he didn't move from his place.
Wei Ying locked his gaze with the guy briefly before his eyes moved back to his husband who hadn’t stopped. Lan Zhan’s eyebrows dipped slightly, having noticed his husband’s starting attention but Wei Ying only smiled, a smile that Lan Zhan knew very well. This smile entailed danger.
“Tell me who do you belong to, Gege?” Wei Ying asked slightly louder, but his tone was husky anyway. He saw the confusion in his husband's eyes but soon the confusion changed into lust. He gasped when he felt Lan Zhan's cock harden even more if that's even possible.
“Wei Ying. I belong to Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said hoarsely as his pace quickened.
“Look at you, getting hard when I claim you aloud. You like that Lan Zhan, don’t you, to be claimed as much as you like to claim your Wei Ying,” Wei Ying crooned and was ecstatic when Lan Zhan let out a growling groan in response.
He could feel his husband’s climax closing in. He chanced upon a glance at the entrance and found Xuanyu rushing back. Pity , he thought. He wanted to give the man a show, a glimpse of what he could never have and should never even imagined to have. Possessiveness and something more primal gripped his heart. Wei Ying brought their mouths together, kissing him hungrily.
“Come inside me, Gege. Let me feel you for the rest of the night. Imagine your cum sliding down my thighs. Imagine my hard and aching cock waiting for your mouth-” Lan Zhan comes hard, cutting off Wei Ying’s.
When they return, as expected, they get looks, but neither of them is bothered by it. Wei Ying glances around and when he finds Mo Xuanyu standing with Mianmian he grins at him as if to convey, Hope you enjoyed that little show.
Mianmian smiles back, thinking that Wei Ying was looking at her. But Mo Xuanyu’s face has gone red and he hurriedly excuses himself and leaves. When he looks back at his husband, Lan Zhan gives him a knowing look but doesn’t reprimand him. Wei Ying bids his goodbyes and soon they are on their way to Wen Qing’s place to pick up their son. He feels giddy instead of feeling bad for pulling that stunt. Office parties weren’t that bad after all.
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