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“Gentlemen!” Wei Wuxian’s voice rang out from the far end of the disused, multi-purpose room. The excited chatter dulled to a murmur as he took his place at the front of the room, jumping up on a table to give him a better vantage point. “Welcome to the third instalment of Fight Club! If you’re here, you know the rules. Rule number one: don’t talk about Fight Club! Silencing talismans are in place, and the main family is off patrol duty tonight. The only way we get caught is if you say something.”
The room was filled with approximately two dozen disciples from various sects. Standing at the front of the room was Wei Wuxian making announcements from atop a long table, Jiang Cheng scowling from below, and Nie Huaisang fluttering his fan casually from his other side. Each participant had dressed in his sect robes, and the lack of white in the room was stark and obvious. No one dared to invite a Lan, lest Lan Qiren or worse, Lan Wangji were to find out about their little extra curricular activity. Notably, there was also a distinct lack of Nie sect robes, likely out of fear of Chifeng-zun finding out somehow. Huaisang was sure he wouldn’t object to the Fight Club in principle at all, but if it caused trouble for his sworn brother there would be hell to pay.
“You know the drill! Opponents will be assigned randomly and the last man standing wins! No strikes to the face or junk, and nothing that will seriously injure your opponent. Nie-xiong, what do we have for the winner today?”
“Ah Wei-gongzi, today we have a very special prize! Not only do we have this fabulous jug of Emperor’s Smile, we have an exceedingly rare spring book up for grabs! The merchant promised me I’d never seen anything like it before, and that’s saying something!” Huaisang gestured animatedly with his fan, as if he needed to sell the prizes any more than he already had.
“You guys are fucking idiots,” Jiang Cheng grumbled from his seat to Wei Wuxian’s left. How he’d allowed himself to be talked into this, he’d never know. If his mother found out, he was toast. Wei Wuxian would be worse than dead.
“Don’t be like that, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian chided, “you know you want a piece of this action just as much as they all do. Huaisang, if you please…” Nie Huaisang dipped into an exaggerated bow, producing the spring book from his sleeve to show the crowd. As he straightened his back, the fluttering of his fan abruptly stopped. Everyone in the audience watched as the colour drained from his face, and their attempts to get closer to the merchandise halted. Following his line of sight, it was immediately clear to Wei Wuxian what had set off his friend. At the back of the room there appeared a bright splash of white that had not been there before.
“Ah… ha ha, um,” Wei Wuxian floundered slightly at the unexpected appearance, “Lan Zhan, what are you doing out and about? It’s after hai shi!”
“Mn. I could ask you the same,” Lan Wangji replied from his spot at the back wall. He stood ramrod straight as always, fist at his back. Most of the gathered disciples had begun to look for an exit strategy, but sadly their only path to freedom was blocked by the Second Jade of Lan. His face betrayed nothing, but they all knew in their hearts that he’d already catalogued their names and faces.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan… come now, no need to be so uptight. It’s not even your night for patrol, take it easy, will you?”
“Shufu requested my assistance. Patrols have been ineffective,” he wore an expression that said ‘obviously.’
“Tell you what, Lan Zhan, why don’t we spar over it? If I win, you let this slide. If you win, you can make me copy lines until my hands bleed. Deal?”
“Fighting is forbidden.”
“It’s not really a fight. More of a friendly match! Come on, put your money where your mouth is!”
“Gambling is forbidden.” Despite his reference to the rules, he had removed himself from the wall and slowly began approaching the centre of the room. The disciples closest to the door saw their golden opportunity and made a run for it. Wei Wuxian jumped down from the table and approached his dear nemesis.
“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy Lan Zhan, there’s no harm in a little match between friends. With stakes, of course.” He added a flirty wink, and tossed his pony tail over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off his potential opponent for a moment.
“It is past curfew.”
“And if you beat me, you can march me straight to your shufu tomorrow and turn me in. I won’t even protest,” Wei Wuxian drew his sword, waiting for Lan Wangji to do the same. For a moment, he didn’t think he would. Jiang Cheng looked about ready to have a stroke, beyond embarrassed at his shixiong’s brazenness, but unable to utter a word. He could already hear his mother’s lecture. Nie Huaisang sat silently as well, eyes wide behind his fluttering fan and flitting back and forth between the two men. When it was clear that Lan Wangji’s focus was solely on Wei Wuxian, he grabbed Jiang Cheng’s hand and began to inch toward the door. Surely this was Wei Wuxian’s intention anyway, to give them an opportunity to escape. He was just so noble like that!
Just as Wei Wuxian began to fear his wager would not be accepted, he was greeted with Bichen’s glare, and he moved quickly to parry Lan Wangji's strike. While their sword fighting styles were vastly different, they matched each other blow for blow. Lan Wangji was unquestionably stronger than Wei Wuxian, but what he lacked in strength he made up for in speed and cunning. Wei Wuxian was just as impressed as he’d been the first night they met. He had found his equal, and it made him want nothing more than to see that ice cold exterior crack. He’d do just about anything to one-up perfection.
“Look at this Lan Zhan, you’ve chased them all away! I guess it’s just you and me now.” Wei Wuxian advanced on Lan Wangji as quick as lightning, intending to deliver a light peck to his cheek while he looked around the empty room to throw him off. But he miscalculated the reaction time of the Lan prodigy. At the last moment, Lan Wangji turned his head to face his sneaky opponent, and their lips connected. It took a moment for either of them to realise what happened. Both boys remained frozen on the spot, not moving their lips but not disconnecting them either. Wei Wuxian was the first one to pull back, sputtering a broken apology and blushing a furious shade of red. Lan Wangji was rendered even more speechless than usual. His fingers came up to lightly brush his lower lip, eyes wide, the tips of his ears pink.
“Geez, would you look at the time! You’re right Lan Zhan, it’s far past my bedtime. Let’s call this one a draw, shall we?” Lan Wangji could do nothing but watch Wei Wuxian’s retreating back as he took advantage of his momentary stun, rooted to the spot and attempting to calm his racing heart. When he finally had the wherewithal to sheath Bichen, he took a last glance around the room. He’d need to ensure it was sealed off, and that no other disused rooms were left off of the patrol route. As he turned to head towards the door, thinking only of what he would do with Wei Wuxian now that their spar had ended in a draw, something yellow caught his eye from the front of the room. Lan Wangji made his way back inside, and upon closer investigation he realised it was the spring book that had been offered up as a prize for the Fight Club champion. He shook his head and scoffed internally, but as he bent down to pick up the fallen item, he pulled his hand back as if burned. The page it had fallen open to depicted a rather graphic scene featuring two men. This was a cut-sleeve spring book! Lan Wangji quickly stored the illicit book in his sleeve, and made his way back to the jingshi.
He should report this. He knows he should report this. But he can’t help himself. He brings the book back out and opens it to another page. He feels like he can’t breathe. This page features a man on his knees, pleasuring another with his mouth. He slams the book shut and wills himself to calm down. After a few centring breaths, he opens another page. A man is being taken from behind, his lover’s hand wrapped securely in his hair, baring the smooth line of his throat. Lan Wangji didn't get to sleep until much later that night. Before he hides the book under a loose floorboard in his room, he has studied every single page. He lies in bed, thinking about each of the images he has seen, overlapping with the feeling of Wei Wuxian’s lips on his. He’s painfully hard, and for the first time he feels it necessary to take himself in hand. He’s done it before of course, but this feels like a necessity, a physical need that is unfamiliar to him. It’s as he works his hand up and down his length, thumb tracing over the head and pulling shudders from his body that he realises he’s in more trouble than he thought. It’s as he comes, harder than ever before with Wei Wuxian’s face floating in his mind’s eye, that he realises he’s well and truly fucked.
~~~
Mao shi comes incredibly early in the Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian would never normally attempt to rise before the Lans, but his idiot friend Nie Huaisang dropped the evidence of the crime during his escape. He had to make it back to that room and retrieve the spring book before anyone else found it. Then, he would at least have plausible deniability. Well, maybe not plausible, but at least it would just be Lan Wangji’s word against his, provided everyone else kept their mouths shut. Maybe Lan Wangji would just forget the whole thing, given what happened. Surely the lingering feeling of the other boy’s lips on his would fade, and they could return to their usual banter. He could scarcely believe his luck. His first kiss! And it was an accident! He’d just have to go forward like nothing happened, and eventually he’d be able to forget how soft Lan Wangji’s lips felt.
Unfortunately for Wei Wuxian, luck was not on his side. He made it to the room unseen, but after scouring the place for the item in question, he came up empty. Maybe one of the other boys had grabbed it on their way out. He’d have to speak to each one of them and figure out who has the book. He didn’t even get to look at it first!
As it turned out, luck was really not on his side today. As he exited the room to make his way over for breakfast, his path converged with none other than Lan Wangji’s. “Good morning, Lan Zhan! Fine weather today, no?”
“...”
“You know, I just stopped by the room to make sure we didn’t leave a mess. That’s just the respectful thing to do, don’t you agree?”
“Mn.”
“Anyway, everything seems in order. You didn’t tidy up last night, did you?”
“Wei Ying. What is it you are looking for?”
“Oh nothing, nothing at all. Just wanted to keep things nice and orderly for you!”
“Did you perhaps drop something of importance?”
“Lan Zhan, whatever do you mean?” Wei Wuxian was going to die. If Lan Wangji was now in possession of whatever weird porn Nie Huaisang had procured, he was going to die. Lan Wangji just looked at him with unreadable eyes. The same icy look as always, but those eyes held knowledge, Wei Wuxian was quite sure. Let the heavens open up and swallow him now!
“Ah Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Fine! You’ve got me. Why don’t you just return anything you may have found, no use in reporting it. That would truly be embarrassing, shameful really. Especially for someone as pure as you, I’m sure you’ve never even seen something like that before.”
“... and Wei Ying has?”
“Oh yeah! Loads of times! I’ve seen and done all kinds of things! I’m a very worldly man, you know.” Wei Wuxian punctuated his statement with another flirty wink. It took him a moment to realise that Lan Wangji had stopped walking and was no longer beside him. He seemed to stare straight ahead at nothing. If Wei Wuxian noticed the pink tips of his ears, he didn’t comment on it. “Lan Zhan?”
“We will be late,” he replied, picking up a brisk walk past Wei Wuxian and into the dining area. He didn’t look back as Wei Wuxian called after him.
Wei Wuxian plopped himself down at a table between Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang, and brushed his hair out of his face before shaking his head at the other two, indicating he had not recovered the book. “What are we gonna do if Lan-er-gongzi has the book?” Huaisang looked genuinely worried.
“I’m pretty sure he does, Nie-xiong,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Don’t worry, I don’t think he’ll turn it in. Can you imagine Lan Zhan having to present a spring book to Lan Qiren? No, I think we’re safe. I even teased him about it and he didn’t go straight to old man Lan.”
“Wei Wuxian, don’t go and make the situation worse! Teasing him when he has hard evidence against us?” Jiang Cheng looked ready to blow a fuse.
“But you should see how innocent and scandalised he looked! I bet he’s never seen or done anything like that before,” Wei Wuxian was giggling to himself at his rival’s perceived lack of experience, his own notwithstanding.
“Well, to be fair none of us have,” Nie Huaisang countered.
“Speak for yourself!”
“Um… Wei-xiong. Did you see what was in that book?”
“Well, no. But it’s all the same isn’t it?” Nie Huaisang shook his head, but didn’t elaborate. A scathing look from Lan Qiren halted their conversation in its tracks. Wei Wuxian meant to revisit the conversation later, but he never got the chance. After classes, he had to report to the Library Pavillion for his existing punishment with Lan Wangji. He had to admit, he was looking forward to ruffling the pristine man’s feathers a little more.
~~~
“Um, Lan Zhan… why is my stack of rules to copy so much bigger? I was almost done!”
“Wei Ying broke the rules… again.”
“B-but, I thought we had a deal! Come on!” Wei Wuxian whined at his supervisor. He really hadn’t expected to have his original punishment extended.
“Mn. No deal. Wei Ying did not win.”
“Neither did you!”
“I did not report the offence. You will copy the rules at my discretion.”
“Ugh, but… wait,” Wei Wuxian smirked up at Lan Wangji, “then what did you do with the evidence?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“...”
“Don’t tell me you kept it! Lan Zhan, how naughty!” Lan Wangji’s expression betrayed nothing, he simply continued his own work. Wei Wuxian flopped down on his back, peering up at Lan Wangji upside down from under his eyelashes. “Lan Zhan, are you mad?”
“...”
“Don’t be mad. You can’t win every fight, you know.”
“Sit properly.”
“We can have a rematch! If you win, I’ll copy my rules like a good boy. But if I win then no more punishment. OH! And you have to tell me what you did with the spring book.”
“Frivolous.”
In the end, no rematch was agreed upon. Wei Wuxian copied his rules, complaining the whole time and sitting far too close for Lan Wangji’s comfort. His eyes kept drifting down to Wei Wuxian’s mouth. It’s hardly his fault! Those lips rarely stop moving. Lan Wangji wondered if he agreed to the rematch, would Wei Wuxian try another trick like that? Just how many times had he used such a strategy? Just how many people had he kissed? How many women? How many men? He found himself getting unreasonably angry at the thought. He gathered his composure as best he could, and desperately tried to think of an inconspicuous way to leave. It was approaching curfew anyway, and this infuriating delinquent was too much for him, sitting slouched over with his hair spilling across his shoulder, the candle light casting shadows across his delicate features. An image came unbidden to Lan Wangji’s mind of him pinning Wei Wuxian down across that desk, like he’d seen in the spring book. An image of his large hand wrapped in Wei Wuxian’s long hair as he moaned beneath him. How would he sound? He would probably be loud, he was always loud. Would he moan, cry, beg?
Lan Wangji abruptly rose from his seated position, never more thankful for the loose Gusu Lan robes he wore.
“Lan Zhan?”
“It is nearly curfew. We will continue your punishment tomorrow.” Lan Wangji strode out of the library without looking back. Once ensconced in the privacy of his home, he finally released the breath he was holding. He drifted around his room aimlessly for a while before inevitably ending up kneeling by the loose floorboard. He flipped through the pages of the spring book before landing on a particular scene. The man in this picture bore a striking resemblance to Wei Wuxian. His head was thrown back in pleasure, tears escaping his eyes, while his partner held his wrists together with one hand, the other gripping his thigh to keep his legs spread. Lan Wangji found himself wondering again if Wei Wuxian would cry. He wanted him to. Not in pain, but in blinding pleasure. Well, maybe a little of both. He wanted to be the one to drag those sensations out of him, to watch him fall apart beneath his touch. He brought himself off to that image, just as he had the night before.
~~~
Wei Wuxian returned to the guest disciple dorms just before curfew. Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang were both in his room, playing a game of some sort. Both acknowledged his arrival, one with a friendly wave and the other with a grunt. Wei Wuxian flopped down onto his bed, exhausted from the last couple of days. How he’d survived, he didn’t know. But it likely had to do with the fact that he lived to play with Lan Wangji. If ever he needed a reason to get out of bed in the morning, it was the stiff, icy Second Jade of Lan.
“So, how was your punishment?” Nie Huaisang asked. “Incredibly awkward?”
“Of course not! Lan Zhan and I are the best of friends, he understands that we are men of culture,” Wei Wuxian replied, waving his friends off with too much confidence.
“He didn’t say anything? What am I saying, of course he didn’t.” Jiang Cheng muttered from his seat across from Nie Huaisang.
“It’s like I said before, he just doesn’t have experience in these things so he’s probably embarrassed. He’s not worldly and mature like I am.”
“Um, Wei-xiong… I tried to tell you this before, but old man Lan interrupted us. You didn’t actually see the spring book, right?”
“I mean… no.”
“How do I say this? That wasn’t just some regular spring book,” Huaisang explained. “I thought we’d get a kick out of the disciples’ faces when they saw it. That was a cut-sleeve spring book, and not just the hugs and kisses kind. There’s no way that Lan-er-gongzi didn’t notice. Although it probably burst into flames the moment it touched his pristine fingers.”
Wei Wuxian’s smile froze on his face. His expression conveyed a variety of emotions, from surprise, then understanding, and finally abject horror. “You mean… but wait… I said - I told him… OH MY GOD! You guys! Lan Zhan is going to think I’m a cut sleeve! He’s going to think I was coming on to him. He’s going to think I’m some weird pervert! And just when we were getting close!”
Both of his comrades turned to him with expressionless looks on their faces. “Sometimes I am really embarrassed to know you,” Jiang Cheng said as he palmed his face.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Are you really that fucking stupid?” Jiang Cheng was loath to spell this out for him. “Wei Wuxian, you hang off Lan-er-gongzi like a goddamn leech. I haven’t gone 10 minutes without hearing his name since we arrived here.”
“Um yeah, because we’re best friends? Don’t be jealous, A-Cheng, you’re still my favourite brother! I have to fix this. I can totally fix this!” Nie Huaisang smiled from behind his fan, while Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. Wei Wuxian replayed the events of the last day and night through a new lens. What on earth possessed him to kiss Lan Wangji during a spar? Cut-sleeve porn aside, that was going to be a tough one to overcome.
“I don’t know what you’re so confident about,” Jiang Cheng’s voice interrupted his train of thought. “How exactly do you plan to ‘fix this?’ That guy clearly hates you. You have been nothing but a giant pain in the ass since we set foot in the Cloud Recesses.” Wei Wuxian’s heart sank. Of course, Jiang Cheng was right. Lan Wangji couldn’t wait to get away from him earlier. He definitely thinks Wei Wuxian is some weird pervert who steals kisses from sweet, upstanding gentlemen. Well, he’ll just have to prove him wrong! Wei Wuxian can be a good student. He can behave himself! Then, when he can get a moment alone with Lan Wangji away from prying eyes, he can explain this whole misunderstanding. He didn’t mean to kiss him, it was just a slip! He didn’t know about the book, he thought it was just regular porn! But that being said, he would really like to hang out some more. Even introduce him to some girls! Yes, this will be fine!
~~~
The next morning, Wei Wuxian put forth a valiant effort to be awake and on time to breakfast. He made it to the table with moments to spare, although he didn’t have time to properly comb his hair and just threw it up in a messy pony. He was thrilled to see, however, that the seat next to Lan Wangji was not taken! He dropped down next to the other boy and was about to wish him a good morning, when he caught the barest amount of side eye and remembered to keep silent for the meal. Wei Wuxian smiled, then made an exaggerated zipper movement across his lips before preparing to dig into his breakfast. He hoped he hid his grimace well enough upon confirming that the meal was just as bland as he expected. But he would prevail! This was about more than following the rules, it was about proving to Lan Zhan that he could behave, and that he wasn’t some weirdo here to corrupt his innocent soul.
Wei Wuxian did his utmost to remain well behaved in class. He answered Lan Qiren’s questions without too much rambling, and he didn’t fall asleep once, thank you very much! He caught Lan Wangji glancing over at him a handful of times, with what could only be described as suspicion in his gaze. To anyone else his face remained impassive, but Wei Wuxian picked up on the slight furrow of his brow, the questions held in his eyes.
It was fortunate that a request for help had been received from Caiyi Town the next morning. Wei Wuxian was seriously questioning how long he’d be able to keep up the good student act. A trip into town to eradicate some water ghouls seemed like the perfect opportunity to not only breathe some fresh air outside the classroom, but to spend some time with Lan Wangji and show him what an amazing, totally normal, not perverted friend he was. A select few had been chosen among the guest disciples to accompany the Lan contingent, which included himself, Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan, a cute girl he’d come to know as Mianmian, and a reluctant Nie Huaisang. Wei Wuxian suspected that Huaisang’s brother had a hand in ensuring that he was on the roster.
During the walk down the many, many stairs leading to the Cloud Recesses, as well and the subsequent flight to town, Wei Wuxian bounced around between comforting Nie Huaisang, bullying Jiang Cheng, trading witty remarks with Mianmian, and forcing a one-sided conversation with Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji’s contribution to the conversation consisted mostly of calling him reckless, and reminding him to watch where he was flying. Wei Wuxian directed glances in Lan Wangji’s direction every time he coaxed a giggle out of Mianmian, only to find him pointedly looking straight ahead.
They landed in Caiyi Town a little after noon, and the market was bustling with movement. Wei Wuxian immediately began questioning locals about strange activity in and around the lake, dragging Lan Wangji by the hand from stall to stall. For the most part, Lan Wangji’s gaze remained steadfastly forward, with the exception of a prolonged stare at their joined hands upon the first touch of skin on skin.
The two found themselves chatting with a trio of young women selling flowers by the shore of the lake. They set up their operations there daily, and had a front row seat to the odd goings on in the lake. From what Wei Wuxian was able to glean from them, it seemed that this was more likely a case of a restless spirit than water ghouls. “The ghost appears at sunset every night, walking along the far shore and scaring away the tourists,” one of the young ladies informed them. “We always have to pack up before then, which is really too bad. What’s more romantic than a flower for your loved one as the sun sets?”
“Ah jiejie, you are truly too sweet. Is that how your love managed to capture your attention?”
“Gongzi flatters me. I have no such love,” she giggled behind her sleeve at Wei Wuxian’s flirting. They purchased two flowers from the ladies before retreating far enough away that they wouldn’t be overheard.
“Lan Zhan, you should give this flower to the one on the left. I can tell she likes you, did you see how she kept blushing and looking away from you?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Ah Lan Zhan! Don’t be nervous, watch this!” Wei Wuxian made his way over to where the other disciples had congregated, and presented his flower to Mianmian with an exaggerated flourish. But instead of blushing and giggling shyly the way Wei Wuxian had expected her to, she landed a rather hard punch to his shoulder and turned back to her conversation with Nie Huaisang. Jiang Cheng could be heard howling with laughter from a few metres away.
“Ok, Lan Zhan. Don’t take that to heart. Sometimes it takes a few tries before you get the reaction you want. You should still try,” Wei Wuxian encouraged, all the while rubbing his sore shoulder and wincing. All he received was a blank stare in return. “Well, the sun is almost setting. It would be a shame to waste this flower,” Wei Wuxian tucked the stem of the flower into Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon, so it sat just behind his ear. Wei Wuxian didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath when his fingers traced the edges of the ribbon. “Lan Zhan is the most beautiful one here anyway.” And with that, he departed to rejoin the group, leaving Lan Wangji standing frozen in place.
It turned out to be a rather simple resolution for this ghost. Coincidentally, it was a young man who had drowned with his sweetheart in this very lake. The weather had turned bad, and neither of them were strong swimmers. Their boat had capsized, and neither had survived. He simply wanted the love of his life to know how he felt, and was content to allow the cultivators to present the two flowers at her grave on his behalf. Lan Wangji played Rest on his guqin, and the case was considered closed. The journey back to the Cloud Recesses was similar to the trip out. Wei Wuxian flitted around chatting with everyone, pestering Mianmian to the point that she nearly shoved him off his sword. Lan Wangji barely even looked at him. He felt incredibly confused, conflicted, and actually quite angry. No, not angry. What is this feeling? Perhaps, this is what books mean when they describe jealousy.
~~~
When they arrive back in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji immediately walks away from the group and towards the jingshi. If he doesn’t distance himself from Wei Wuxian right this second, he cannot be sure he won’t discipline him right there in front of their peers. And to be sure, he would not be copying rules this time. The young cultivators’ laughter rings in his ears as he puts distance between them, a far away call of “Lan Zhan, wait!” only encouraging him to walk faster. He hears his uncle’s voice follow the call with “Quiet! And no running!”
Wei Wuxian is puzzled. He had thought that today went reasonably well. “Way to go, idiot. He somehow hates you even more now,” Jiang Cheng smacks Wei Wuxian on the back in a mockery of congratulations.
“I don’t understand,” Wei Wuxian muses to no one in particular, “we solved the case, talked to some girls, I even taught him how to… Oh. Oh no…”
“Shockingly incorrect realisation in 3, 2, 1…” Nie Huaisang whispered to Jiang Cheng.
“Lan Zhan likes Mianmian! Fuck! Here I was trying to show him that I’m a good friend, and not at all creepy, and what did I do? I hit on the girl he likes!”
“Wei-xiong, I don’t think-”
“I have to go!” And with that, Wei Wuxian takes off sprinting in the direction of the jingshi, Lan Qiren’s calls of ‘no running’ lost to the wind.
Lan Wangji lets out the breath he’d been holding when he shuts the jingshi door behind him. His hands are balled into fists, his nails leaving crescent shape indents on his palms. He wants to discipline Wei Wuxian. He wants to push him to his knees. He wants… he just wants. In a few long strides he’s across the room, kneeling next to the loose floorboard and pulling the spring book from the depths of its secret hiding place. He flips to an image of a man kneeling before his partner, hands bound begins his back. His partner’s hands are tangled in his hair, his cock down his throat all the way to the base, eyes glistening with tears. Lan Wangji is already half hard when he begins to undo the multitude of robes he’s wearing. He only gets through the first few ties, when a knock at his door jolts him out of his thoughts. “Lan Zhan? Are you in there?” He haphazardly jams the book back into its cubby hole, replacing the floorboard in a hurry. He straightens out his clothing, and slowly makes his way to the door to open it a crack. Wei Wuxian is standing there, shifting from foot to foot nervously. He looks adorable. He wants to break him.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says in answer.
“Listen, I think I may have made a mistake today. Can I come in?”
“It is nearly hai shi.”
“I know, I promise I won’t stay long. Please?” Lan Wangji acquiesced and opened the door enough for Wei Wuxian to slip inside. “OK, so look. I really didn’t mean to step on your toes or anything today. I wasn’t serious about any of it.”
“Not serious…”
“No, I really didn’t mean anything by all of that nonsense with Mianmian.”
“...”
“Well… you - you like her, don’t you? I swear, Lan Zhan, I didn’t realise. She doesn’t even like me, she hit me!”
“Do not flirt unless you mean it,” Lan Wangji starts taking slow, measured steps towards Wei Wuxian. For every step forward he takes, Wei Wuxian takes one step back.
“It really wasn’t a big deal, I swea- ah!” Wei Wuxian’s heel catches on something, and he tumbles backwards onto Lan Wangji’s bed. “Lan Zhan! You need to have someone look at your floor, that’s dangerous! Hang on, I can probably fix…” he trails off, his sentence unfinished. The floorboard has been kicked loose, and peeking out from the space beneath is a yellow book cover.
Before Lan Wangji can say anything, Wei Wuxian has snatched the book from the safety of the hidden compartment and danced out of his reach. “Lan Zhan! Is this what I think it is? Such a naughty…” he trails off yet again as he turns the first page. Then the second. The heat beneath his skin increases with every page he reveals, but he can’t stop. This is… what even is this? Wei Wuxian is so engrossed in the book’s content that he doesn’t notice Lan Wangji invading his personal space again.
“Is this not Wei Ying’s area of expertise?” Lan Wangji asks, a barely noticeable teasing note in his voice, his face betraying nothing. Wei Wuxian looks up from the pages to see that the other is now quite close to him. The wall of the jingshi at his back, he has nowhere left to retreat. Lan Wangji snatches the book from him and narrows his eyes at the page that had him so enthralled. A man is opening up his lover with his fingers. He has three fingers from one hand in the man’s hole, and two from the other in his mouth. It sends a spark of sensation south at the thought that his little Wei Ying might find this exciting too. How many fingers can he take, he wonders.
“Ah ha, well you see,” he begins nervously, “when I said that I just meant-”
“Do not say one thing and mean another,” Lan Wangji’s face is so close to his now that he can feel his breath on his lips.
“Lan Zhan, er-gege, please have mercy on this Wei Ying! This is a misunderstanding!”
“Is it? Are you sure it’s mercy that you want?” Wei Wuxian’s breath is caught in his lungs. His face is aflame, and his body is reacting to Lan Wangji’s proximity in an unexpected way. Although, maybe he should have expected it. Images of their accidental kiss flash before his eyes, and suddenly he has visions of that kiss leading elsewhere. Images that he’s just seen in the book meld with images of himself and Lan Wangji, and he suddenly can’t look him in the eye. He’s getting hard, his cock occasionally brushing against Lan Wangji’s thigh, he’s so close to him now. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed.
“Er-gege, this Wei Ying may have exaggerated, truly I am just a poor virgin. The righteous Lan-er-gongzi wouldn’t take advantage of a sweet maiden, would he?”
“Lying is forbidden.” It’s the last warning he gets before their mouths are crashing together, a tangle of tongues and teeth. Their first kiss was an accident, it was sweet, timid, and barely there. This kiss is hungry, both of them taking what they want, what they need.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, ah - wait! I really meant it when I said I’ve never done this before. You have to be gentle with me-ah!” Wei Wuxian’s plea is cut off by a sharp nip to his lower lip. He braces his hands on Lan Wangji’s chest, attempting to push him back just a little, just enough to catch his breath. The spring book clatters to the floor, falling open, as Lan Wangji’s hands become occupied with pinning Wei Wuxian’s wrists to the wall above his head. He shifts his grip on his wrists to one hand, while the other tangles itself in his ponytail, using the leverage to angle his head so Lan Wangji can deepen the kiss. Wei Wuxian is reduced to gasps and little breathy moans as lips, tongue, and teeth begin to trace a line across his jaw, settling on a sensitive spot behind his ear to suck a deep bruise there.
Lan Wangji is beside himself with want. All of these tiny noises he’s been able to coax from this infuriating, incredible man are pushing his control to the edge. He pulls himself back with no small amount of effort, but he has to give Wei Wuxian an out if he wants it. It takes every ounce of his famed Lan self-control, but he manages it. He stares down at the slightly shorter man, his grip on his wrists slackening the smallest amount. Wei Wuxian meets his gaze, panting as if he’d just run a mile and landed on his doorstep.
“Lan Zhan… please…”
That’s all it takes for the last of his resolve to crumble. Lan Wangji pulls his forehead ribbon off with enough strength to nearly tear it. Wei Wuxian’s world spins, and he finds himself facing the wall, his chest and cheek pressed into the wood, his wrists tightly bound by the Lan forehead ribbon behind his back. With his face turned to the side this way, he’s able to glimpse the page that the spring book fell open to. An embarrassingly loud moan works its way out of his mouth at the image of a man on his knees and elbows, his lover’s mouth buried between his spread cheeks. The flush on his face deepened. He hadn’t even known most of these acts existed until today! Now all he could do was groan at the sensation of Lan Wangji’s massive hands roaming over his chest, his sides, his hips, his ass. His cock is straining at the fabric of his pants, a small wet patch beginning to form at the tip.
Lan Wangji’s hands continued to roam Wei Wuxian’s body, while his hips pressed forward, his own rigid length seeking friction against his most intimate parts. Wei Wuxian in turn pressed himself back into the sensation. The feeling of Lan Wangji’s cock between his cheeks was a heady rush. It felt so hard and so big. He had never felt desire such as this, and they hadn’t even removed their clothes yet. But he was desperate to see all of Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji continued to thrust his hips against Wei Wuxian’s, grinding his clothed erection into his backside. All the while, his hands never stopped exploring. His musician’s fingers gracefully dealt with Wei Wuxian’s clothing, peeling his robes back to reveal his neck and chest. Unfortunately due to his own lack of foresight, the sleeves were only able to make it as far as his bound hands. He cursed himself for being so hasty, likely for the first time in his life. Allowing the robes to trail from his wrists for the time being, Lan Wangji redirected his attention to the warm body in front of him. Spinning Wei Wuxian around and pushing him back against the wall, he began sucking kisses, licks, and bites down the column of his throat. Little whimpers escaped Wei Wuxian, as he clasped blindly at his own robes around his wrists, whatever he could get his hands on. When his lips closed around a pink nipple, Lan Wangji’s cock jumped at the sharp intake of breath it elicited. He quickly slipped his fingers up Wei Wuxian’s ribcage, reaching to toy with the other. He pinched, bit, and sucked at the little peaks until his breath was coming out ragged, broken moans, sighs, and pleas escaping his lips.
“Ah-fuck! Lan- Lan Zhan, please… I need - fuck, I need…”
“What does Wei Ying need?”
“T-touch me… please!”
"I am touching you."
"Fuck, you know that's not what I mean," his voice contains a whiny quality, desperate.
"Where do you want me to touch you, Wei Ying?"
"M-my… fuck, please Lan Zhan… my cock. T-touch my cock."
Who was Lan Wangji to deny such a beautiful plea? Releasing Wei Wuxian’s chest from his mouth, he dropped to his knees and slowly massaged up his knees to his thighs, thumbs tracing the dip between his legs and his hips. Wei Wuxian was so hard, and the wet patch on the front of his pants had grown much larger in size. Lan Wangji traced a finger lightly up the underside of his cock, watching it jump and listening to him gasp. Teasing Wei Wuxian was fun, but his patience was at its limit. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he tugged his pants down and freed Wei Wuxian’s cock from its confines. He wrapped his long fingers around its girth and stroked upwards, watching a pearly bead of moisture pool at the tip. Everything about this man was beautiful. He spared no thought before reaching out his tongue to taste it.
The flavour was nothing particularly amazing, a little salty and maybe a little bitter. But what was amazing was the sound Wei Wuxian made when Lan Wangji’s mouth engulfed the tip of his cock. It was something between a whine and a groan, and it sent all of Lan Wangji’s blood rushing south. He redoubled his efforts, taking more of that gorgeous cock into his mouth, until the tip nudged the back of his throat. Moans were flowing freely from above him now, and he palmed himself through his pants as he attempted to push down even further, into his throat. Having only read about this theoretically, it turned out to be a bit harder than expected. He gagged and withdrew, focusing his tongue more on the head to make up for it, swirling around and dipping into the slit.
Wei Wuxian looked at the scene below him, and his breath was stolen from his lungs. How could another man look so beautiful with a cock in his mouth? Lan Wangji was so perfect, he was struck by the image he painted. Movement from below caught his eye, and he wished his hands were free to stifle the whine that threatened to escape him at the sight.
“Lan Zhan! Are you… are you touching yourself?” The only answer he got was a pair of golden eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. “Oh fuck! Fuck, Lan Zhan you have to stop… I’m gonna - fuck, I’m gonna…” Once again, his world was turned on its axis and Wei Wuxian was facing the wall. He heard a growl erupt from Lan Wangji’s throat upon the realisation that his robes were still tangled around his bound wrists. He felt the clothing being tugged and untangled, but Lan Wangji clearly had little patience for maneuvering things at this moment. A tearing sound filled the jingshi, and Wei Wuxian’s robes fell to his feet in pieces.
“Lan Zhan! Those were the robes I wore here! What am I supposed to go back in now, huh? Shall I parade back to my room naked? Shall I let everyone see my body? What if your uncle is-'' Wei Wuxian’s monologue was cut off by the feeling of large hands on his backside, spreading his cheeks and exposing him to the air of the room. “Gege, what are you doing?! Don’t stare…” Wei Wuxian trailed off as his gaze once again settled on the open page of the spring book. His eyes widened and he threw his head back, for in that same moment, Lan Wangji licked a long stripe from his balls to his hole, settling there and swirling his tongue around the furl of muscle.
Lan Wangji worked his tongue slowly and methodically over Wei Wuxian’s entrance, swirling it around and prodding gently, savouring the feeling of the tight muscle giving way to him. He was soon able to slip his tongue inside, and Wei Wuxian let out the most delicious cry of pleasure. He worked diligently to open him up, employing every bit of information he had gleaned from reading the articles in the spring book. Wei Wuxian’s hands were clasping around nothing, still bound tightly with nothing to grab onto.
Lan Wangji’s hand drifted up the thigh of the man in front of him, trailing around his front and grasping his hard, leaking cock. He was so wet, there was no doubt he must be dripping onto the floor. He timed the firm strokes in front, with the steady rhythm of his tongue behind, coming together in a devastating symphony of sensation for Wei Wuxian. He began to quiver, nonsense falling from his lips as if he had no control over his mouth at all.
“Oh fuck! Ah- so good, Lan Zhan! Er-gege, fuck-ah I’m gonna come - if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come!” This time Lan Wangji did not pull away. He sped up both his hand and his tongue, basking in the feeling of Wei Wuxian’s legs trembling with the effort of keeping him upright. With a choked off gasp, Wei Wuxian was coming, painting Lan Wangji’s hand and the wall in front of him with his spend. The touches to his body did not cease, until the tremors wracking his muscles subsided completely.
Lan Wangji stood behind Wei Wuxian, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. His clean hand caressed his ribs and chest, fingers lightly teasing his nipples, and occasionally pinching them harshly. The sharp little intake of breath it elicited every time made Lan Wangji want to keep doing it. Almost as an afterthought, Lan Wangji worked open the knots on his forehead ribbon, freeing Wei Wuxian’s wrists and allowing him to brace himself on the wall in front of him.
Just as he was finally coming down from his orgasm, Wei Wuxian felt a finger from Lan Wangji’s other hand circling his hole. Aided by the glide of Lan Wangji’s saliva and Wei Wuxian’s own release, the first finger slipped in with almost no resistance. He felt as though every nerve were alight with sensation, the ripples of having come so recently yet to fade completely. His knees were weak with the effort of holding himself upright, and Lan Wangji seemed to take notice of his struggle. He withdrew his finger, and manhandled Wei Wuxian over to the bed, positioning him on his stomach with a pillow propped under his hips. He palmed Wei Wuxian’s plush ass once again, spreading him wide.
“Ah - Lan Zhan! Why do you keep staring at me? Spare me some dignity, gege!”
“Wei Ying is beautiful here,” Lan Wangji replied, pushing a single finger past the tight ring of muscle once again. “Takes my fingers so well,” a second finger slid in alongside the first. Wei Wuxian screwed his eyes shut against the feeling of his hole being stretched. It didn’t hurt, but the feeling was unfamiliar, strange, and a bit too dry. Lan Wangji must have come to the same conclusion, as the sound of him spitting hit Wei Wuxian’s ears just before he felt the wet, warm drop land between his cheeks. The glide became much smoother, and it wasn’t long before Lan Wangji was working a third finger into him.
Wei Wuxian finally opened his eyes, glancing back to see Lan Wangji completely enraptured with the sight in front of him. His clean hand gripped Wei Wuxian’s ass cheek so hard that he just knew there would be bruises left behind. His eyes were glued to the sight of his fingers disappearing into Wei Wuxian’s body, watching intently as he nudged a fourth at the tight rim. It felt like Lan Wangji had been working him open for ages. The stretch no longer burned, and Wei Wuxian was growing back to full hardness by the time the fourth finger joined the others inside him. Lan Wangji halted the thrusting of his fingers, crooking them towards the front of Wei Wuxian’s body, seemingly searching for something. It took him mere moments to find what he was looking for, touching upon a spot that had Wei Wuxian wailing in surprise and pleasure. “Oh god, Lan Zhan! What was that? Fuck, do that again, please!” He felt as though his body were a live wire, jolts of intensity sparking directly from Lan Wangji’s fingers to his most intimate place. He felt like he could come again, just from this.
“Lan Zhan - please! Let me turn over, I want to see you,” Wei Wuxian begged.
“This position will be the most comfortable for you.”
“I don’t care if it hurts, I just want to look at your face. Won’t you let me see you, er-gege?” Lan Wangji relented, and removed his fingers once again, using his clean hand to turn Wei Wuxian over onto his back.
“You must tell me if it hurts. With correct technique, there may be mild discomfort at first, but it should not be painful.”
“I mean it, I don’t care. Please - take off your pants, Lan Zhan - I need you to…” Wei Wuxian trailed off as Lan Wangji pulled his cock from the confines of his pants. How the hell did he drag that thing around all day?! Before he could protest further, Lan Wangji had Wei Wuxian’s thighs gripped tight, spread wide, and pushed back. His loose, wet hole was on display for Lan Wangji, who was already nudging the head of his cock against his entrance. “Lan Zhan, wait! I take it back, that’s never going to fit! You’re going to break me!”
“It will fit,” and with that assurance, the head popped past Wei Wuxian’s rim, stretching him wider than even the four fingers had. He threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream. The feeling of Lan Wangji bullying his way inside was indescribable. It was so tight, right on the edge of pain, and it felt absolutely delicious. His pulse thrummed a steady beat throughout his entire body, from the tips of his toes, to the top of his head, to the part of him speared open by Lan Wangji’s shaft. Wei Wuxian blindly grabbed for Lan Wangji’s arms, digging his nails in as he pushed farther and farther into him. It felt like an eternity before his hips were finally flush with Wei Wuxian’s ass. He opened his teary eyes and studied Lan Wangji’s expression. The ice cold facade was slipping with the effort to hold himself still, allowing Wei Wuxian to adjust to his size.
“Lan Zhan - please, move - I need… I need you to move.”
Lan Wangji slowly pulled back, until just the tip was once again inside, before slamming back in, all the way to the hilt. Wei Wuxian’s breath was punched from his lungs, barely able to take in oxygen as Lan Wangji set a punishing pace. Little “ah ah ah” sounds filled the room, accompanying the lewd sound of skin against skin and a squelching from where they were joined.
“Ah! Lan Zhan, it’s too much - please, have mercy on this poor virgin!” Wei Wuxian pleaded, but the way he locked his ankles behind Lan Wangji’s backside left no room for him to do anything but keep going. Some emotion must have shown on his face, because Wei Wuxian continued his monologue with a dazed look in his own eyes. “That’s right, I was just an innocent little virgin before Lan-er-gongzi had his way with me. Did you think I was lying? What shall I do now that my virtue has been stolen from me, I… Lan Zhan, did you just get bigger? Does my er-gege like being reminded that he’s this Wei Ying’s first?”
Lan Wangji let out a possessive growl, and pulled out completely, flipping Wei Wuxian back over on his front. He roughly gripped his hips, pulling him up onto his knees, ass in the air. With no preamble, he plunged his dick back in, picking up his thrusts to an impossibly faster, harder rhythm. Lan Wangji tangled his hand in Wei Wuxian’s hair, the red ribbon adorning it a striking contrast against the pale skin of his arm. With no small amount of force, he pulled back on Wei Wuxian’s ponytail, drawing his neck and back into the most glorious arch.
“Wei Ying asks for mercy? Do you think you deserve mercy from me?”
“Ah-ah yes, Lan Zhan! You’re too big, it’s too deep! Fuck-ah, I can’t…”
“You can, and you will,” Lan Wangji’s pace never faltered as he watched this beautiful man’s eyes tear up once again. He’d never get tired of those tears, of taking his Wei Ying apart so completely. He was perfect, and Lan Wangji would give him everything.
The change in position shifted the angle, and Lan Wangji was striking that spot within him on each and every thrust. “Oh fuck, yes! Right there, please-ah fuck-don’t stop, Lan Zhan!”
“First you want mercy, now you want more. Wei Ying should make up his mind,” Lan Wangji taunted as he continued to pound into him with deadly accuracy. Stars burst behind his eyelids, and before he could even try to stop himself, Wei Wuxian was coming onto his stomach, chest, and the sheets below without so much as a finger brushing his cock. The clenching of Wei Wuxian’s hole around him had Lan Wangji following him over the precipice only a few thrusts later, pushing himself as deep into his lover as he could, and filling him with rope after rope of hot, sticky come. He continued to grind deeply into him as his orgasm pulsed through him. Before Wei Wuxian could open his mouth to speak again, his lips were covered with Lan Wangji’s own in a kiss too tender for the rough fucking he had just received.
Once they had both caught their breath, Lan Wangji sat back and slowly pulled his softening cock out of Wei Wuxian, and helped him collapse onto his back once again. He watched with a heated look as his own come leaked back out of Wei Wuxian’s abused hole, reaching forward to scoop up the trail with two fingers and push it back inside. Wei Wuxian let out a hiss at the over sensitivity, but smiled at him all the same.
“Lan Zhan, so reckless of you! If you keep it all inside, I will surely get pregnant!” Lan Wangji’s eyes flashed with something predatory, his cock giving a valiant twitch at the thought. “Oh? Er-gege likes the idea of filling me up and getting me in trouble. You must make an honest wife of me, then we can try every day until it takes.”
“Every day?” Lan Wangji’s expression held an uncertainty that tugged at Wei Wuxian’s heart.
“Lan Zhan, ah my Lan Zhan. I really, really like you, you know. There’s no one else for me, gege.”
“Mn. Like Wei Ying. Every day, always.” Lan Wangji leaned down, just as Wei Wuxian began to sit up, meeting in the middle to share another kiss. This kiss was full of love and emotion, expressing in action everything they couldn’t put into words. Wei Wuxian sighed once they parted, grimacing a little as he dragged his fingers through the mess on his abdomen.
“Okay well, maybe not every day. We’d go through an alarming number of sheets, what would your uncle say?”
“No,” Lan Wangji replied, seizing Wai Wuxian’s wrist and bringing his fingers to his lips. He gasped as Lan Wangji licked every drop of come from his fingers. “Every day.”
“Alright, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian giggled. “Every day.”