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Flames crackled in all directions. The Burial Mounds echoed each and every agonized and terror-stricken scream as the army of corpses descended upon the members of all the great clans. Frenzied flute notes played over it all, loud and clear despite all the clamor.
Wei Wuxian knew that he would either walk out of this, forever branded a madman - a butcher - or he would not walk out at all. Perhaps even his entire bloodline would be wiped out, never to be seen again in this world.
That was fine. If it meant he was able to protect the innocent lives he had been harboring within the Burial Mounds all this time, Wei Wuxian would gladly give his own.
He did his best to keep his gaze from wandering too far from the scene before him. He could not help occasionally glancing at his own feet, at the pile of ash slowly billowing away and lightly coating the tips of his boots.
Wen Ning, his greatest feat, reduced to nothing in mere moments by a nobody. And there was no one but Wei Wuxian himself to blame.
It was one of those fleeting glances that resulted in his ultimate downfall. A flash of violet in his peripheral vision was his only warning before a loud crack sounded upon the ground Wei Wuxian had just been occupying. He sidestepped each of Zidian’s strikes, the next growing more and more frantic than the last.
“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng cried, becoming more frustrated by the moment, and yet Wei Wuxian never replied, his lips never once leaving his flute. “You coward! Stop running and face me!”
Was that not what Wei Wuxian was doing? He was very much actively engaging Jiang Cheng, dodging his every move.
But, as fate would have it, just as he made such cocky remarks to himself, Jiang Cheng’s Zidian wrapped itself around his wrist and sent a wave of shocks up his arm. Wei Wuxian lost grip on Chenqing, and every noise came to a deafening halt all at once as the flute rolled away, out of reach.
The corpses all turned, their milky white eyes fixed on Wei Wuxian, awaiting instruction once again. The clan disciples engaged with them followed suit, and very quickly there was an audience.
As Jiang Cheng approached, Wei Wuxian raised his head. Sword in hand and the collar of his robes in the other, his gaze was met with pure agony thinly veiled by fury. Wei Wuxian greeted that burning inferno with a soft smile, his eyes slipping closed.
“Go to hell, Wei Wuxian.”
He could feel it in his bones when Jiang Cheng drew his arm back, preparing to strike. Yet the blow never came.
Instead, the whole of the Burial Mounds shook with a single guqin note. Some people cried out at the assault on their ears, others covered them with their hands to protect their precious eardrums, Jiang Cheng included. The unmoving corpses all collapsed in a flurry of rotting flesh. Wei Wuxian only searched for the source.
He found it maybe twenty paces away. The cloud pattern printed on the ribbon tied around the young man’s forehead and the dragon embroidered on his robes told Wei Wuxian all he needed to know. The blade he balanced upon only served to further confirm.
Although he had never personally met him, Lan Wangji’s Bichen was legendary in its own right. He stepped down from the blade with all the grace of a swan, the sword sheathing itself at his waist. He approached the stunned pair before him, Jiang Cheng slowly lowering his own blade. Lan Wangji paid him no mind, his cold eyes only interested in Wei Wuxian.
He stopped before Wei Wuxian, serving as a wall between he and Jiang Cheng.
“Wei Ying, courtesy name Wei Wuxian?”
Wei Wuxian arched an affirming brow.
“Am I to believe the rumors you are a huli jing to be true?”
Oh. Well…
Of all things he expected Lan Wangji to seek him out for, his bloodline was not one. Wei Wuxian gave no answer, and Jiang Cheng took the initiative instead. “Lan Wangji, what is the meaning of this?”
“Jiang Wanyin, sheath your blade,” he responded coolly.
“Excuse me!?”
“Sheath your blade,” Lan Wangji repeated. Jiang Cheng followed the instruction, albeit reluctantly. “Wei Wuxian, yes or no?”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes sparkled with mischief despite himself, all but giving himself away. “And if I am?”
“Mn,” was all the response Wei Wuxian was given. Lan Wangji turned to face Jiang Cheng. “Disengage. He is now under the protection of the Lan Clan.”
In turn, Jiang Cheng spluttered, his ears and neck staining red in fury. “This man is-”
“Under the protection of the Lan Clan.” Jiang Cheng’s expression did not relent, much to Lan Wangji’s apparent dismay, if his quiet sigh was anything to go by. “I am under orders from my clan’s sect leader to return the omega huli jing to Gusu, unharmed. Disengage.”
Upon mention of the sect leader himself, Jiang Cheng backed away two steps. The poorly masked disappointment on his face vanished once he glared down at Wei Wuxian, replaced with a mirth filled smirk. “Welcome to hell,” was all he said in parting.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, had not moved. He had not made any attempt to since Lan Wangji spat the word “omega” as if he were a mere object to be traded around. He understood then what the Lan Clan’s intentions were.
He would rather go to hell.
✧
Wei Wuxian did not understand Lan Wangji.
While his words indicated that Wei Wuxian was nothing but a prisoner, a mere breeding asset to bless the Lan Clan with more of its precious baby dragons, his actions did the opposite.
Lan Wangji was exceptionally gentle in his handling of Wei Wuxian from the moment he plucked him from the ground at the Burial Mounds by his collar. He didn’t manhandle him to his feet, instead gently holding the fabric between his fingers until Wei Wuxian stood on his own. Although he did not return it to him, Wei Wuxian’s Chenqing had been collected and remained on his person.
Lan Wangji had steadied Wei Wuxian with a grip on his waist as he mounted the horse.
(Why had Lan Wangji come on a horse when he had a perfectly capable blade that would reduce the travel time from Yiling to Gusu by half??)
He never once clapped Wei Wuxian in irons, despite his kind’s elusive and mischievous nature, instead only giving commands to “stay” and “wait” as he secured their rooms in various inns they passed on the journey. Lan Wangji seemed to know that, even if he thought he could get away with it, Wei Wuxian would not wander off.
On the third day of their journey, they stopped in Moling. Lan Wangji was attempting to rent a room for the night with as few words as possible when an absolutely delectable scent hit Wei Wuxian’s nose. He followed it until his eyes settled on a stand a few doors down. Smoke wafted from within, carrying with it the incredible, undeniable spice of chili peppers.
His meals the past three days had consisted of bland vegetable mixes and steamed buns. Just the idea of a meal with flavor, let alone meat, had Wei Wuxian’s mouth watering, his skin itching beneath the surface as he fought against base instincts to allow his fox ears to perch atop his head excitedly. Without giving it any real thought, he reached into Lan Wangji’s robes and began digging around.
Lan Wangji stopped mid sentence, the first real expression Wei Wuxian had seen spreading over his handsome features. Barely contained shock, before he settled into a sort of defeated resignation. He must have assumed Wei Wuxian was searching for his flute, finally attempting an escape, because the shock returned once he withdrew his hand with a pouch heavy with money. It increased tenfold when all Wei Wuxian did was move over to the stand and order himself a healthy helping of spiced beef with a grin.
Although his expression always otherwise remained impassive - cold, even - his eyes seemed to indicate something else Wei Wuxian could not put his finger on. Was it caution? Poorly disguised disgust? Pity, even? Was Lan Xichen not truly as benevolent as he led the public eye to believe behind closed doors? The softness around the edges of those golden eyes confused Wei Wuxian to no end.
Wei Wuxian had already come to the conclusion he would swiftly be married off to the newly appointed Lan Clan sect leader. He’d heard stories of Lan Xichen in passing, that he was kind and had a warm smile.
If stories were to be believed, he would set the standards for any diligent marriage under different circumstances.
If he was truly to be married off to Lan Xichen, was it appropriate for his brother to be treating him so? Most of the five days of travel he spent with his back pressed against Lan Wangji’s chest atop the horse, each and every one of Wei Wuxian’s senses assaulted with his warmth and distinctive sandalwood scent that felt vaguely familiar. When he was able to escape from it at night, it was still only a handful of paces away, one bed over. While on the road, if Lan Wangji happened to move forward even the slightest, he’d have buried himself nose first into Wei Wuxian’s scent glands. The idea of it made his heart race.
Arrival in Cloud Recesses was met with little to no ceremony or celebration. Lan Wangji helped him down from the saddle with hands clasped around his waist, as he had done so many times already on this journey. He took Wei Wuxian’s arm into his own and led him through the gate. Many of the disciples turned their heads to look, greeting Lan Wangji with polite “Hanguang-jun”s before they spied Wei Wuxian hanging on his arm and returned to their tasks with furrowed brows.
Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but perhaps he definitely should have foreseen each of the Lan disciples having ornate horns sprouting from their heads and pale blue, scaled tails beneath their robes. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off them. When he glanced at Lan Wangji, he did not find the same. His head was still plain aside from his jewelry and forehead ribbon, and certainly no tail.
Instead of finally being led to a dungeon, as he was expecting to finally happen, Lan Wangji instead brought Wei Wuxian to his own living quarters, fittingly called the Tranquility Room.
How shameless was this Lan Wangji?! First coddling Wei Wuxian the entire journey, now housing him in his own bedroom? What would his brother say if he knew Lan Wangji was all but courting his future wife?!!
“Sit here.” Lan Wangji’s baritone voice brought Wei Wuxian out of his spiraling thoughts. He followed the gesturing hand with his eyes until they settled on the bed. His eyes flicked between the bed and Lan Wangji’s waiting figure before obediently placing himself on the bed, hands in his lap. When his behind made contact, a wave of that sandalwood scent flooded his nostrils. The force of it made him dizzy.
Lan Wangji knelt beside the bed. “Give me your hand.”
Unsure of which hand he meant, Wei Wuxian held out both. Lan Wangji took the left into his own, then rolled up the sleeve. Around his wrist were three perfect circles, burned into his skin by Zidian. Lan Wangji reached into the bedside table and returned with a pouch. He dipped his fingers inside then pressed them against the burns.
The softness with which Lan Wangji rubbed his skin made Wei Wuxian’s heart flutter. He almost found himself chasing after it once it vanished. Lan Wangji straightened, standing at his full height. He gestured to the bed once again.
“Sleep.” was all he said before he turned and disappeared into the study attached to the bedroom.
Sleep? It was hardly hai time, there was no way Wei Wuxian would sleep anytime soon.
Wei Wuxian patted the sheets, another waft of sandalwood flooding the room with the action. This must be Lan Wangji’s own bed. There was no other explanation for the strength of the scent.
Just how shameless could one man be? Handling Wei Wuxian like delicate goods was one thing - as in some ways he was delicate goods - but allowing him into his personal living space? Having him sleep in his own bed?
Wei Wuxian suspected perhaps Lan Wangji must hate his brother.
He did not sleep until well past hai time.
✧
Wei Wuxian didn’t see much of Lan Wangji in the days that followed. He always heard him rise at mao time, the privacy screen sliding open from between the two rooms never failing to cause him to stir. Each morning he made some sort of bleary sound, upset that Lan Wangji continued to disturb his rest. Wei Wuxian glared at him, vision still blurry with sleep every time he poked his head through the screen to ensure his brother’s prize catch hadn’t escaped during the night.
As if he would run away when such a warm bed and addicting scent was right in front of his face.
The second morning this occurred, as Wei Wuxian was drifting in and out of sleep afterwards, his ears picked up on a conversation outside the door.
“-e has yet to rise before si, Xiongzhang.”
That voice belonged to Lan Wangji. He had started to grow accustomed to its deep timbre. A second voice gave a soft chuckle.
“That’s alright, Wangji. He’s still a young creature who has been through much recently; let him rest. I will say I was hoping to meet him before the wedding.”
The second man must be Lan Xichen, Wei Wuxian deduced. “You seem very happy to have him here,” he continued.
“Mn.”
Lan Xichen chuckled again. “I hope to return before the wedding, but if-” Footsteps began to recede and Wei Wuxian felt sleep coming to claim him once again. He never heard the end of the conversation.
Lan Wangji would then disappear for most of the day. It was as if he left Cloud Recesses entirely during this time, but Wei Wuxian knew he must still be nearby.
He was never guarded. He was given free reign to explore wherever he liked. Honestly, Wei Wuxian was a bit touched by the amount of trust Lan Wangji had in him to believe he wouldn’t wander away and wreak havoc in Gusu. His days were usually filled with a little bit of exploring before he was cornered by the Lan Clan’s jiejies to be bathed and fitted for this and that.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being fussed over like this; having his hair and the soft fur of his tail brushed with oil while they shower him in compliments.
Then, he would hear Lan Wangji return, always five minutes before hai time. And the process would repeat itself. Until it didn’t.
Almost a week after arriving, Lan Wangji didn’t come back from his daily activities. Hai time came and went, and he didn’t reemerge. Wei Wuxian, of course, decided he needed to set out and search for him in order to complete the routine.
Wei Wuxian wandered Cloud Recesses to no avail. He found Lan Wangji nowhere he searched. He was beginning to think maybe he had really run away this time, or maybe he was on a night hunt that was taking longer than planned when he stumbled upon a path he had yet to explore. His ears picked up the sound of running water, and his nose, a faint hint of sandalwood.
Growing up, Jiang Cheng had always said his curiosity would be what killed Wei Wuxian. It was possible he was right. He followed his ears and nose, and eventually came to a stream that flowed into a pond.
The natural scenery was, naturally, stunning. It wasn’t every day one saw a natural cold spring dead center in a mountain range, surrounded by slate gray stone and lush foliage. But the spring itself wasn’t what caught Wei Wuxian’s attention.
In the pond, still as a statue, was Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian almost felt bad for snooping, like he was disturbing his peace. He was just so infatuated that he couldn’t leave.
Lan Wangji finally allowed his dragon features to show through. His ears pointed delicately, with bone white horns and a white, scaled tail, each tipped with pale blue. Wei Wuxian was so drawn in that he didn’t even notice himself stepping closer until the toe of his boot caught on an upturned tree root, and fell face first on the stone with an “oof”.
Lan Wangji’s head whipped around, his brows furrowed in irritation until he registered who this intruder was and his expression softened. Wei Wuxian smiled sheepishly, pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off.
“Is something wrong, Wei Wuxian?”
Wei Wuxian waved a hand. “You don’t need to be so formal; call me Wei Ying.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji tested, as if the name were foreign on his tongue despite having spoken it before. “Is something wrong?” he asked again.
Wei Wuxian crept closer until he could kneel at the edge of the pool. “I was looking for you, Lan Zhan,” he replied, testing the waters with his own use of informality. When Lan Wangji didn’t protest, he pushed further. “You left me alone after bedtime. I was so lost without our routine.” Wei Wuxian emphasized his complaints with a pout.
“I came to meditate.”
“Will you be coming back now?”
“Later,” Lan Wangji answered.
Wei Wuxian’s pout deepened. Lan Wangji’s eyes closed as he slipped back into meditation. He watched for a stretched out moment before he straightened back up. The movement caught Lan Wangji’s attention, one eye cracking open. Both fully shot open once he realized exactly what Wei Wuxian was doing.
Wei Wuxian was peeling off each layer of his robes. He dropped everything haphazardly at the edge of the pool, stepped out of his boots and dropped his pants. Lan Wangji’s eyes flicked down to between Wei Wuxian’s legs for a split second before his head whipped the other direction, his ears tinted pink.
Of course, Wei Wuxian refused to let the chance escape him. “Lan Zhan is shy? Have you never met - Aiyoh, it’s cold!” His own teasing backfired as he stepped into the cold spring and submerged himself to his waist. He regretted it immediately.
Lan Wangji cautiously turned to face him again, as if afraid to get an eyeful again. Wei Wuxian paced in the spring, attempting to warm himself up. Suddenly hit with a stroke of genius, he snuggled up close to Lan Wangji.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s warmer next to you,” Wei Wuxian teased. The pink of Lan Wangji’s ears was more prominent up close. He reached up, gently teasing the tips of his fingers over one of Lan Wangji’s horns, relishing in the full body shudder he failed to suppress fully. “I can’t believe you were hiding this from me, Lan Zhan.”
“You seemed reluctant to show yourself to me,” Lan Wangji explained. “I did not wish to make you uncomfortable.”
The tingling under his skin always made Wei Wuxian uncomfortable, but it was never painful. Soft fur tickled at Lan Wangji’s cheek as his fox ears flicked. Lan Wangji jerked his head back as if he’d been burned, then settled his hands over Wei Wuxian’s waist in a familiar action once he realized.
His tail was already sopping wet. He didn’t mind. Not when Lan Wangji seemed as enchanted with him as he was Lan Wangji.
“You look like you’ve never seen a huli jing before.”
“I have not.”
Wei Wuxian grinned widely. “Such an honor to be Hanguang-jun’s first.” Lan Wangji’s ears turned pink again, resulting in a full bodied laugh, Wei Wuxian falling against his chest with the force of it.
The hands on his waist did not leave. They held him firmly in place, even as he began to drift off to sleep. They snaked from his waist to grip the undersides of Wei Wuxian’s thighs and lift him from the cold water. Lan Wangji set him on the edge of the pool, his feet still dangling in the water as he gently wrung the excess water from his tail.
He was wrapped carefully in his outer robes and he snuggled into the warmth. Wei Wuxian was lifted from the ground again, fully fighting to stay conscious now. He mumbled something even he himself couldn’t understand, only to be shushed.
“Sleep. You will be busy tomorrow.”
Right. Wei Wuxian was to marry Lan Xichen the next evening. That was the only reason he was in Gusu. To be the Lan Clan’s personal breeding machine.
He registered being laid on his bed, completely enveloped in the sandalwood scent that still clung to the sheets. He snuggled into them, pressing the fabric against his nose.
The last conscious thought he had before slipping was that he wished Lan Wangji was the clan’s sect leader instead of his brother.
✧
The next day passed in a blur while simultaneously dragging on as if it would never end.
His jiejies returned to fuss over him one final time early in the morning, dragging Wei Wuxian from his bed by his arm as he kept begging “five more minutes”. They spent extra time combing through his tail and pinching his cheeks as he fought to stay awake in the warmth of his bath.
Wei Wuxian had resigned himself to his fate the moment Lan Wangji’s fingers closed around his collar. He had not asked, but the jiejies all claimed his future husband to be a good man.
“Your husband is so kind!”, “He will treat you well, A-Ying!”, and so forth. He was inclined to believe them, as they had yet to lie to him.
The only time guards were placed outside his door was once his jiejies left. He’d caught sight of them before the door closed, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help poking his head into the hallway and asking. Apparently, they were under orders from Lan Qiren, to ensure Wei Wuxian didn’t make a last minute escape. He’d promptly puffed his cheeks and loudly complained that the Lan elders thought so little of him.
If he left now, if they had not already, the Wens left in the Burial Mounds would surely be slaughtered in retaliation.
The morning bled into afternoon and into evening with boredom pulling at Wei Wuxian’s every action, and then his jiejies returned to dress him in his red robes. Golden jewelry rested between his perked ears, complete with a veil over his face.
Ordinarily Wei Wuxian wouldn’t mind this particular shade of red. It was actually one of his favorites. He’d imagined his wedding since he was young, sharing incoherent conversations late at night with Jiang Cheng with their silly ideas of their futures. A few times, he’d even joked about marrying Jiang Cheng. That thought made him scoff now. After arriving at this point, it was bittersweet.
The wedding itself passed smoothly. He could not see Lan Xichen’s face, nor could Lan Xichen see his. His voice seemed deeper than it had been when Wei Wuxian heard him talking outside his door, but he figured perhaps he’d been too lost in his half asleep state to fully remember what he’d heard and what was his overactive imagination.
He could not find Lan Wangji in the crowd no matter how many times he searched. Maybe he’d been called away on business the night before.
The reception was the point that Wei Wuxian began to grow antsy. He was seated at a long table, Lan Xichen on his side and Lan Qiren on his. The disapproving glances sent his way did not escape Wei Wuxian’s notice. This, combined with the bland meal, the apprehension of what was still to come, and the heat pricking under Wei Wuxian’s skin that indicated he had entered preheat at the most inopportune - or the most opportune, depending on which perspective one viewed from - moment left him with a tight knot of anxiety in his belly.
Lan Xichen would cast him sideways glances occasionally, watching him under his veil as Wei Wuxian pushed his vegetables around his plate to make it appear eaten. The third time this happened, Lan Xichen caught a young Lan woman by the wrist and whispered to her, his voice seeming even deeper than it already was.
When the woman returned, she set a plate in front of Wei Wuxian. He sniffed the air and chili pepper oil hit his nose. His stomach grumbled appreciatively and he gave her his thanks. She smiled and turned, her pearlescent pink tail swishing behind her.
Once his belly was full, the anxiety eased a bit but was quickly replaced with nausea once Lan Xichen stood and offered his hand. Wei Wuxian was led through Cloud Recesses and…into the Tranquility Room?
Though he was confused, he reasoned that Lan Xichen had known Wei Wuxian was resting here the past week. He must be attempting to make him more comfortable.
Wei Wuxian sat himself on the bed he’d come to call his own. Lan Xichen stood between his legs, towering over him at his full height. He brought a large hand to Wei Wuxian’s cheek, sliding upwards until he had removed his veil. The anxiety began to return and the nausea increased tenfold. Having taken notice of the spike in his scent, Lan Xichen released his own calming pheromones and knelt down until they were face to face.
“Your husband is so handsome, A-Ying! I’m jealous.”
Wei Wuxian trusted his jiejies. They had not yet led him astray.
He reached up and moved aside Lan Xichen’s veil, draping it over his horns.
Wei Wuxian was immediately horrified.
“Lan Zhan?”
Lan Wangji arched a brow. “Wei Ying,” he responded, as if it were the most natural thing.
“I thought- Wait. You- Where is Lan Xichen?” he spluttered.
Now Lan Wangji looked absolutely scandalized. At least the feeling was mutual, Wei Wuxian thought. “Xiongzhang?”
“Was I not brought here to be married off to Lan Xichen and serve as his brood mare?”
Lan Wangji’s nose wrinkled, so faintly that he would not have noticed had he not been so close, before he sighed and sat beside Wei Wuxian on the bed. He took his hand into his own, setting it over his lap.
“Marriage was the intention, yes,” Lan Wangji explained. “But not to my brother. And…we do not need to do anything you are not comfortable with.”
“Then- Then where is-”
“Xiongzhang is negotiating the release of the remaining Wens you were protecting in Lanling with the Jin Clan’s new sect leader.”
“New sect leader?” Wei Wuxian blurted, flabbergasted. He had personally seen Jin Guangshan hardly a week ago.
“Jin Guangshan passed from exertion while celebrating your…engagement.”
Wei Wuxian did his best to hold his laughter. His cheeks stained red while he held his breath until it passed. Who would have thought Jin Guangshan, who was so desperate to become the sole leader of all the clans, would orgy himself to death?
Actually, maybe that wasn’t all that surprising.
Lan Wangji continued. “As of tonight, the Wens are free to live where and however they’d like. As they were under your protection, they are under the Lan Clan’s protection now that you have married in.”
“Lan Zhan, the Wens are-”
“Primarily elderly and children,” he interrupted. “Those who are not are physically disabled from their time enslaved by the Jin Clan. They cannot be viewed as monsters.”
Despite his best efforts, Wei Wuxian smiled. “Thank you, Lan Zhan.” It was only a shame that these negotiations were too late for Wen Qing. For Wen Ning.
“Mn.”
His thumb stroked soothingly over Wei Wuxian’s knuckles. The gears turned in his head for a long while before he came up with his next very intelligent response: “Why did you not tell me?”
“You didn’t seem to remember me.”
Wei Wuxian was struck dumb once again. “We haven’t met?” It was intended to be a statement.
Damnit Wei Ying! Curse you and your terrible memory - he looks so sad!
“I supervised your punishment while you studied here,” Lan Wangji informed him, gently and voice steady, despite what Wei Wuxian was very certain was genuine sorrow in his eyes.
“No you didn’t,” he argued. “That guy was always-”
Always behind a privacy screen.
Wei Wuxian dropped his head into his hands. “Did you really?”
“I did.”
“I never saw you! I couldn’t have known,” he whined.
“I apologize. At the time I was…unable to face you.” Wei Wuxian tilted his head, and Lan Wangji’s ears steadily grew pink. “You seemed to be in heat for the duration of your punishment.”
It was Wei Wuxian’s turn to turn pink. When he thought back, the year he was fifteen was indeed when his cycles began, and he could recall feeling particularly warm while studying in Gusu. He cleared his throat. “And now?”
Lan Wangji observed him. “You are in heat. But we do not need to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” he repeated.
Wei Wuxian plucked at a loose thread on his robes where a pearl had fallen off sometime during the evening. “And if I said I want to?”
“I would tell you that you should keep in mind that you are in heat.”
His cheeks puffed out in a pout. Curse the Lan Clan and their penchant for righteousness. Wei Wuxian was hardly even in preheat, let alone incapable of giving his consent. “Ah, Lan Zhan is so mean,” he whined. He stretched out on the bed, on his back with his legs spread. Lan Wangji’s eyes tracked his every move, the tip of his scaly tail swishing almost imperceptibly. “His poor wife is in heat and he won’t even touch. The jiejies all said Lan Zhan would be such a nice husband.”
Wei Wuxian trailed a hand down his stomach, pressing his ears pathetically against his head to further sell his act.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji warned.
“Doesn’t Lan Zhan want his wife full of little Lan dragons?”
He would die if Lan Wangji didn’t touch him, claim him. Wei Wuxian was certain of it. He’d spent the better part of two weeks surrounded by him and his torturous scent. He’d felt his kindness and the warmth he hid just beneath the surface of his icy exterior.
If he wasn’t able to call it all his in more than just law, Wei Wuxian would certainly die.
“It seems like Lan Zhan has wanted that for a long time, right?” He peeled open the front of his robes, exposing his chest to the cool nighttime air. Slowly, as if approaching an injured animal, he reached out until he could grasp Lan Wangji’s wrist and placed his hand over his chest, splaying his fingers out over his skin.
The groan he earned as a result went straight between Wei Wuxian’s legs. Lan Wangji pushed himself fully onto the bed, hovering over Wei Wuxian and effectively caging him in. A wide grin spread over his lips.
“How long has Lan Zhan wanted me?”
“Since we met,” came the quiet confession. He pushed at Wei Wuxian’s robes until the fabric spilled over his shoulders. His lips hovered over the bared skin, as if he were afraid touching, biting down and staking his claim, would shatter the illusion they had set up.
Wei Wuxian threaded his fingers through Lan Wangji’s hair. He tilted his head until their eyes met, his smile softening. “You have me now.”
Lan Wangji surged up, claiming his lips in a searing kiss. A warm tongue swiped over his bottom lip and Wei Wuxian opened up easily, allowing him to completely invade his mouth with a drawn out moan.
His hands tugged and shuffled Lan Wangji’s robes around until they fell open and his pants sat low on his thighs, cock out and waiting. Wei Wuxian shuffled out of his own, his bare thighs and plump lips glistening with his fluids.
Lan Wangji’s head dipped down, mouthing over a collarbone before his teeth sank in and Wei Wuxian moaned loudly. His tongue soothed over the mark left behind before he followed a trail downwards, repeating the process as he went.
When his tongue made contact with his dripping pussy, Wei Wuxian tugged him up by the hair with a whine, tail thrashing violently. “No, no- Lan Zhan, need you inside.”
Lan Wangji’s brows furrowed cutely, his forehead ribbon crooked on his head. “Want to make Wei Ying feel good.”
“We have my entire heat for you to make me feel good,” he raised his brows suggestively. “I just want you in me now.” When Lan Wangji didn’t move, he hooked his legs around his waist, anchoring himself to thrust his hips up and drag his pussy along the length of his cock, soaking it with his juices. “Please, Lan Zhan.”
Lan Wangji groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. His hands gripped the backs of his thighs, tossing his legs over his shoulders. The blunt tip of his cock pressed against Wei Wuxian’s slit, Lan Wangji’s head rested in the juncture of his neck and shoulder as he pressed in.
Wei Wuxian cried out, head tipped back. The stretch burned, overwhelming compared to his own fingers. Nobody but himself had yet touched him in such a way, all his nerves set alight and overstimulated already with the new sensations.
“It- It’s not going to fit-”
“It fits,” Lan Wangji assured him, suckling little marks along his neck. His hips pressed firmly against Wei Wuxian’s ass and he stilled, allowing him the time to adjust. Chest heaving, he pulled Lan Wangji into a kiss. Their tongues met, saliva mixing together and dripping down Wei Wuxian’s chin.
Gasping for air, he nodded his head, thumbs rubbing over Lan Wangji’s cheeks. “Move now.”
His hips drew back slowly before sinking back in, pressing deeper than before. The methodical movements drew soft moans from between Wei Wuxian’s lips. Seeming to be encouraged, Lan Wangji hoisted his thighs up higher, all but folding him in half.
The change in angle and increase in speed punched sobs from his lungs. His usually extensive vocabulary was reduced to “yes, yes, yes” punctuated by little “ah, ah, ah”s. His tail thrashed, smacking Lan Wangji on each swish, and his nails dug deep into his shoulders, raking down and leaving deep red lines in their wake.
Lan Wangji’s deep grunts served to spur Wei Wuxian on. Heat pooled deep in his belly, his toes curling as he quickly hurdled towards ecstasy.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan- Inside, I want it inside. Mark me, make me yours, ah!”
Teeth sank deep into Wei Wuxian’s throat, and with it, he spasmed around Lan Wangji’s cock. One, two, three thrusts more had Lan Wangji spilling, buried deep inside Wei Wuxian’s wet heat with a muffled call of his name.
Chests heaving, they stayed tangled together, a mess of limbs, sweat and cum. Lan Wangji made to pull out only to be met with a whine. He straightened up, lowered Wei Wuxian’s legs and maneuvered him until he could rest on his side, back pressed firmly against Lan Wangji’s chest, never once slipping from inside.
Wei Wuxian sighed, content. His eyes slipped closed as arms circled around his waist. “Good?”
The deep rumble of Lan Wangji’s voice drew a happy sound from Wei Wuxian’s chest. “Good,” he affirmed.
“Will Wei Ying…let me taste now?”
He turned in Lan Wangji’s hold, his softening cock slipping out and their combined releases dripping from his thighs. He took in his pink ears, the way he avoided his eyes. “Is Lan Zhan shy now, after all that?”
Lan Wangji didn’t answer, instead bringing Wei Wuxian into a kiss and sliding his tongue between his lips to silence his teasing. With the hold on his waist, he tugged until he was settled on his back, Wei Wuxian’s hips hovering over his face.
“I guess not.”
They didn’t sleep until the sun began to creep over the horizon.