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Have you heard? We are expecting a huge group of customers today! “
“I heard the Jin, Lan, Nie and Wen group will be coming today”
“I hope I’m able to find a patron tonight…”
The girls around Wei Ying tittered and giggled, rushing around in a flurry of silk and perfume as they hurried to prepare. Anticipation hung in the hair, tonight was the night where several of the great business clans were to be gathered at the tea house for networking purposes.
“A-Xian, just a little more”. Mian Mian murmured as she focused on inserting the last pin into Wei Ying’s hair. Once the lotus flower pin was nestled firmly into his hair, she sat back with a satisfied grin and handed a bronze hand mirror to Wei Ying.
“Aiya, you have the best skills, I know it’s perfect without having to check! Thank you Mian Mian” Wei Ying beamed. Picking up his dizi - Chenqing, Wei Ying gave it a light polish. It was imperative that he kept his tools of his trade in perfect condition.
Wei Ying was the pride and treasure of their tea house. Known as the “Yunmeng beauty”, it is said that his good looks and exceptional dizi playing skills can put the four great beauties of China to shame.
Courtesans in their tea house were not expected to provide sexual services to their customers, instead they prided themselves on their deliverance of good company and entertainment. It was the hope of the courtesans to acquire a patron of their own, usually a wealthy man who would sponsor them and lavish them with luxurious items. It was considered proper for one man to only sponsor one courtesan and accordingly, each courtesan would only have one patron. Sponsoring a courtesan was a marker of a man’s wealth and social status. The more talented and beautiful a courtesan was, the higher price a man would have to pay to secure her services.
For Wei Ying, as a male courtesan, the expectations were different. He bore no obligation to bind himself to the favour of a wealthy guest. His role was more ornamental - he was expected to play music, to charm the company with easy laughter, and to lend brightness to the room with his wit and presence.
Though the other courtesans treated the night as a grand occasion - a chance to snag a rich patron from one of the prominent clans - it was little more than another performance, another passing night for Wei Ying. He flitted between tables, making small talk with the guests and filling up their wine cups with deliberate poise.
Settling himself at the Nie’s table, Wei Ying picked up the wine jar and with a practiced flourish of his sleeves, began to artfully pour some wine into the half-empty cup of a guest. He caught the lilting voice of another courtesan as she leaned towards a representative of the Nie group. “Young master, you must have such an interesting childhood,” she coaxed, her tone tinged with curiosity and flattery. “Won’t you tell me what you were like as a boy?” As the man began to regale the courtesan with tales of his childhood, Wei Ying allowed his mind to wander as he thought about his own childhood.
If you asked Wei Ying what his childhood was like, he might give a nonchalant shrug and say he was picked up off the streets of Yunmeng. He vaguely remembers squatting on the streets, idly nudging pebbles with his fingertips. Then, a pair of pristine white silk shoes stopped before him. He looked up to see a boy with a rattle in his hand, wordlessly offering it to Wei Ying. “Thank you, gege”, Wei Ying beamed, spinning the rattle in his hand and giggling at the beads thumping on the rattle. It was the beginning of a fleeting, but beautiful memory.
‘Gege, look!” Wei Ying brandished his crudely made approximation of a dizi proudly to the boy. “Now we can play together”. With the boy’s guqin and Wei Ying’s handmade bamboo dizi, they whiled their hours away composing a song from scratch. Alas, good things were never meant to last for someone like Wei Ying. After a few weeks, the boy stopped visiting. Wei Ying tried to look for the boy through the streets of Yunmeng, but try as he might, he never saw the boy again.
His time with the boy was the only sanctuary in an unforgiving world. The pressure to survive meant that Wei Ying had to banish such sentimental thoughts from his mind and focus on survival. On rare occasions, he allowed himself the small indulgence of a tune on his bamboo dizi, fragile notes that drifted through the cold of the streets and that was when he was noticed by the madame of the tea-house.
The madame with her sharp eyes for spotting diamonds in the rough, noticed his fine features beneath the layer of dirt caked over his face, and the ability to hold a tune even with a crude bamboo dizi. She brought him into the tea-house and thus began the rigorous training of Wei Ying.
Training in the tea-house left little room for memories, and even less for longing. From dawn till dusk, Wei Ying was kept in constant motion. His days were filled with meticulous drills and relentless correction. His fingers, once clumsy but joyful on the dizi, were now forced into elegance, playing precise notes on the dizi. Words were rehearsed until they no longer felt like his own, smiles practiced until they became masks. In this regimented world of perfect posture, perfect speech and perfect gestures, the layers of Wei Ying’s old identity as a street urchin were scrubbed away like the dirt on his face until the lively vivacious child was no more. The memory of the boy had no place in his survival of the tea house either. He was sure the boy had told him his name before, but as with everything about his childhood, it was pushed to the furthest recesses of his mind. Soon, it faded like ink left out too long in the sun, drowned out by the clatter of porcelain cups and the madame’s sharp voice. Though the boy’s face has faded from memory, the melody they once shared lingers still.
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Shaking himself out of his wistful thoughts, Wei Ying straightened his shoulders and tried to focus on his duty. Gone was the dirty street urchin of 7 years old, in its place stood Wei Wuxian, the most sought after courtesan of the Yunmeng tea-house.
He was an adept conversationalist, and knew the common tricks to captivate men - a brush of the hand against an arm, averted eyes that hinted at modesty, a flutter of lashes and a breath of laughter. Such were the tools of his trade, one he wielded with practiced ease.
His round with the Nie’s done, he made to move towards the next table - the Wen’s. As he neared them, he felt sharp nails cling onto his wrists. “Ah Wei gong-zi, won’t you indulge us with your presence for a moment?” a hand shot out to grab his arm. He found Wang Lingjiao clutching onto his arm, a fake smile upon her heavily made-up face. “As I was saying,” she trilled, turning coyly to her audience, “ Wei Wuxian is the treasure of our tea-house. Why don’t you grace our esteemed guest, young master Wen Chao, with one of your stories?” Wang Lingjiao asked in her usual airy manner. Her lashes fluttered prettily, though the gesture was aimed not at Wei Ying but at Wen Chao, who sat gazing at her as if entranced. Wei Ying however was not fooled, he knew that she was only using him to elevate herself in Wen Chao’s eyes.
“Ah, what would you like me to tell?” he asked with feigned curiosity. “Would you like to hear a story about Wang Lingjiao? Shall I tell you about the time a man -...”
Wang Lingjiao tightened her grip on Wei Ying’s arm, yet her fake smile was still plastered on her face. “Ahaha, what am I saying, Wei Ying is even better at playing the dizi. It is a pleasure to listen to him play, not everyone is lucky to hear him. Would you play for us Wei gongzi?”. Upon hearing that, several of the Wen representatives turned to him with interest upon their faces.
“Certainly,” Wei Ying answered demurely. It was far preferable to play his dizi than spin up a story for entertainment. With a graceful swish of his robes, Wei Ying stepped onto the small stage.
He lifted Chenqing to his lips, allowing years of practice to guide his fingers as he blew into the flute. Perhaps it was his melancholic mood that made him play the song from his childhood. His breath guided the melody - long and unbroken, while his fingers nimbly moved across the flute, coaxing notes that floated and lingered in the air of the tea-house. With every note, he allowed himself to be immersed in the music. Soon, the clinking of cups dimmed and the rustle of silken sleeves grew distant. He no longer heard the room, only the music that encompassed him. A plaintive melody that rose and softened into something tender and wistful.
As he reached the end of his note, he exhaled and slowly lowered his flute. Around him, the room went on as it always did - courtesans leaning close to their patrons, with the soft murmur of conservation and clink of wine cups rising above the muted hum. Yet, when he lifted his gaze, a pair of golden eyes were fixed on him, unwavering, their intensity cutting through the crowd as though the music had been meant for no one else. In that instant, it felt less like being seen than being claimed.
He was no stranger to the lustful stares of men, however the gaze pinned onto him carried no hints of lust. No, it was something far deeper with an unknown emotion and it unnerved him. Unable to withstand it, Wei Ying lowered his eyes in haste, bowing perfunctorily to the room before retreating backstage.
~
Afternoon rolled around, bringing with it warm rays that chased away the last remnants of slumber. Wei Ying extended his arms overhead in a languid stretch before flopping back down onto the bed. Alas, the rumbling of his stomach compelled him to rise, dragging himself towards the kitchen in search of food.
Holding his tray of food, Wei Ying walked back to his room, passing the corridors of the tea-house. Suddenly, a sharp crash of porcelain shattered the calm followed by the madame’s enraged shouts.
“You clumsy boy!”
Peeking into the room, Wei Ying saw a young boy, around the age of 7, kneeling among the scattered shards, trying to pick them up. His small hands shook and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
“I brought you into this tea-house as an errand boy and yet you can't work! If you continue to be so useless, I will kick you back out onto the streets!” the madame barked.
“Please do not kick me out. I will be better. I will do better!” the boy cried, his small hands trembling to pick up the shards. In his haste, he cut himself on a shard of porcelain. Wei Ying could no longer bear to watch such a scene and barged into the room. Setting his tray of food aside, he knelt down next to the boy and gathered him into his arms.
“Shhh… don’t cry. Come with me and I will tend to your wounds.” Wei Ying murmured as he stroked the boy’s head.
“Wei Wuxian, what do you think you are doing?” the madame seethed.
“Seeing as he is unsuitable as a general errand boy for the tea-house, I will be taking him as my personal errand boy.” Wei Ying calmly declared to the madame.
His words left no room for argument, he knew that as the most talented courtesan of the tea-house, he held a position that few could challenge. The madame knew that his skills were too valuable to oppose and so even as her lips pressed into a thin line of displeasure, Wei Ying knew that she would relent.
Standing up, he balanced his food tray with one hand, while the other gently clasped onto the boy’s uninjured hand. Ushering him into his room, he set about tending to the boy’s injured hand. Procuring a simple first-aid kit from his cupboard, he began to clean and bandage his wound.
“Whats your name?” he asked softly while working, his voice steady and assuring.
“A-yuan” the boy mumbled.
“Hi A-yuan, I am Wei Wuxian, but you can call me Xian gege.” He beamed at A-yuan.
Perhaps he saw himself in little A-yuan - a poor orphan child. He remembered the same vulnerability, of being small and powerless in a harsh world, flinching at every sharp word from the madame. For the first time in a long while, he felt the desire to be the person he never had growing up. Someone safe and dependable for A-yuan.
Settling down in front of the floor tray, he pushed one of the plates closer to A-yuan. “Have you eaten?”
“I did…” A-yuan murmured.
“And yet I can see you salivating. Here, have some.” Wei Ying insisted, placing chopsticks into A-yuan’s hand. “You are so skinny, I bet the madame docks your food as punishment.”
A-yuan did not answer, he simply looked downwards and clutched the chopsticks tightly.
“You have no need to fear madame anymore, you are now working under me. Now come on, eat.”
“Thank you.” A-yuan began to quickly eat, with the two soon falling into companionable silence.
~
Night soon came and Wei Ying soon prepared to take to the stage once again. Tonight was a more relaxed night, as there was no business event booked. His role was simple - to allow his music to act as an accompaniment to the revelry of the tea-house. He sat in a corner of the stage, and allowed his fingers to weave a simple but cheerful tune. Around him, courtesans danced for the guests, swaying their bodies in sensual lines. Soon, every eye in the room was drawn to the dancers and he allowed himself to melt into the music once more.
As the last note faded into the warm murmur of the tea-house, Wei Ying felt it again - a pair of golden eyes burning into him. Following the gaze, he saw a man seated at a table in the corner of the room, calmly sipping his tea. His features were sharp yet elegant: straight brows framing eyes like molten gold, a straight nose and lips set in a calm, unreadable line. He was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, with an air of effortless authority and grace to him. There was a certain magnetism to him: composed, dignified and utterly impossible to ignore.
Night after night, the teahouse carried on with its usual business while Wei Ying skillfully entertained the guests with his music. And night after night, he noticed the mysterious quiet stranger.
Always in the same corner of the main hall, the man sat alone. A cup of tea in front of him, posture impeccable, expression unreadable. Other courtesans attempted to chat with the man, but he would always turn them away firmly but gently.
Soon he found his curiosity too much to bear, he hesitated for a moment, before he descended from the stage into the main room of the teahouse. Moving fluidly, he slipped between the tables, before he made his way towards the intriguing stranger. The stranger set down his teacup with refinement. Wei Ying tilted his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Xiansheng, you’ve been staring at me all evening. Should I take it as a compliment to my music? Or to myself?”.
“... the music” he said simply.
Wei Wuxian arched a brow and leaned in just enough for his voice to drop, “ah, so it was the music. Then I should play alone for you sometime…”.
For a moment, the man did not move.Then almost imperceptibly, his fingers tightened around the porcelain cup before loosening again. His gaze held Wei Ying steady.
At last, he inclined his head the barest fraction. “We shall see,” he said, voice low.
Before Wei Ying could press him further, the man rose to his feet in one smooth, unhurried motion. Without another word, he set a few coins neatly upon the table and turned towards the door. Wei Ying watched him leave and felt seized with the desire to know more about the man.
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Retreating backstage, he was immediately met by Mianmian latching onto his arm. “A- Xian! I saw you talking to Lan Wangji!” she gushed.
“Lan Wangji? Ah, so that is his name. I suppose he is a part of the Lan conglomerate?” Wei Ying asked.
“Yes! Don’t you know? He is the second heir of the Lan group. I heard he is unmarried and very wealthy.” Mianmian ended off with a wink towards Wei Ying. “I heard he never visits courtesans before, but tonight he came - and solely for you it seems.” she giggled.
Wei Ying felt an unexpected blush rise up his cheeks. He was long accustomed to the attention of men so why did the thought that he had caught the eye of Lan Wangji make his heart stir.
“You think he is handsome, don't you?” Mianmian teased.
“Well, he is indeed handsome but surely he came just for the music. Besides, you know that I do not take patrons and I doubt he has interest in me in that way either.”
“If you say so,” Mianmian teased. “It's late, have a good rest A-xian” Mianmian chirped as she bounded away.
Left alone in the corridor, Wei Ying’s hand drifted down to stroke Chenqing, trying to calm the beating of his heart.
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Retreating to his room, he found A-yuan waiting for him by the bed.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he questioned.
“I want to wait for Xian gege before sleeping!”
Wei Ying crouched down beside him with mock sternness “A-yuan, don’t you want to grow big and strong? Little children need to sleep to grow tall. Besides, did you forget that I will be bringing you out to the market tomorrow.”
“Yay! A-yuan shall go to sleep now!” He announced before burrowing under the covers, leaving only the top of his fluffy hair sticking out.
Wei Ying felt a fond smile tug at the corner of his lips. The innocence of A-yuan reminded him of simpler and happier times.
~
The marketplace buzzed with life, with vendors hawking their wares in boisterous voices. The air was thick with the fragrance of cooked food. Wei Ying held onto A-yuan’s hand as they meandered through the crowded streets.
“Look here! Would you like some tanghulu?” Wei Ying called, pointing to the sticks of glistening sugar coated fruit.
“Yes! Yes!” A-yuan bounced on his toes as he exclaimed.
Smiling tenderly, Wei Ying paid for it and handed it to A-yuan.
Clutching the stick in his hand, A-yuan proclaimed “Xian gege is the best!”
Wei Ying ruffled the boy’s hair before taking his hand again. Together, they threaded through the crowd towards the open-air theatre to watch a play.
Unfortunately, when he reached the ticket counter and began rummaging through his pouch, his smile faltered. The coins clinked softly in his palm, and he quickly realized there wasn’t enough. At some point, the theatre had raised their prices, though he hadn’t known. A faint pang of guilt pricked him as he glanced down at A-Yuan, who was still happily licking sugar from the tanghulu.
“Well are you watching the play or not?” the ticket attendant remarked brusquely.
Before he could reply, a low smooth voice cut in beside him. “Allow me to pay for them, and add another ticket please.”
Wei Ying blinked, startled before turning toward the source of that voice. There he was - Lan Wangji standing tall in his immaculate suit, sharp eyed and confident.
“You don’t have to, xiansheng” Wei Ying uttered.
“Allow me,” the stranger insisted.
“Thank you xiansheng! I am A-yuan and this is my xian gege! What is your name?” A-yuan excitedly exclaimed.
The stranger turned his gaze to A-yuan, “My name is Lan Wangji but you can call me Lan Zhan”, with the latter part directed to Wei Ying.
“Shall we,” Lan Zhan gestured towards the seats of the theatre. Soon, they found themselves seated, waiting for the play to begin.
Admittedly, it was awkward sitting next to someone he did not know. Wei Ying couldn’t help but study Lan Zhan surreptitiously, curiosity prickling at the back of his mind. He wanted to know more about him, but the theatre’s noise made it difficult to strike up a proper conversation. Beside him, A-Yuan fidgeted excitedly in his seat, bouncing slightly and whispering comments about the stage, completely oblivious to the tension Wei Ying felt. Soon the play started and he found his attention drawn to the stage.
The play was engaging and fascinating, with the opera singers belting out melodic notes that carried across the audience. A-Yuan’s eyes widened as he leaned forward, utterly captivated. Even Lan Zhan’s composed face betrayed a faint flicker of interest as he observed the precision of each movement, the artistry in every gesture.
As the final notes of the play rang out, applause erupted through the air. A-yuan clapped enthusiastically, bouncing in his seat in delight. The crowd slowly dispersed and Wei Ying gathered A-yuan close, preparing to make their way through the crowded streets.
“Thank you so much for your help, Lan Zhan. Allow me to pay you back next time!”
“No need,” he replied simply.
Wei Ying made to leave with A-yuan, when he heard a soft and steady voice from behind him, “Will I see you at the teahouse tonight?”
Surprised, Wei Ying turned back, “Of course! You know I play every night.”
Lan Zhan’s eyes met his for a brief moment, quiet and unreadable, before the man stepped back, letting the crowd carry him away.
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That evening, the lanterns in the teahouse glowed warmly, casting pools of light across polished wooden tables. Courtesans flitted gracefully among the guests, laughter and conversation mingling with the soft clinking of cups.
Wei Ying once more settled himself on stage, but this time he allowed himself a brief glance towards the crowd. His eyes landed on Lan Zhan’s figure, feeling his heartbeat quicken in his chest.
As he played, Wei Ying wondered what Lan Zhan saw in the music, what he felt beneath that calm, unreadable expression. And yet, for all his composure, Wei Ying sensed the faintest acknowledgment in the man’s posture, the smallest shift that suggested he was listening attentively.
~
No sooner had Wei Ying stepped down from the stage did Wang Lingjiao seize his arm. “Wei Wuxian, I need you to entertain the Wen’s with me. Wen Chao brought his brother Wen Xu along tonight and the madame said you are to entertain them with me.” She hissed in a whisper. The whisper was sharp enough that only Wei Ying could hear it, yet to any outsider, it looked like nothing more than a casual exchange between fellow courtesans.
The idea of entertaining the Wens held little appeal, Wen Chao’s greasy smile and Wen Xu’s greedy, calculating gaze were enough to make him shudder. Yet refusal was not an option; the madame would surely add to his debts as leverage, ensuring that compliance was less a choice than a necessity.
Approaching the Wen table, Wei Ying slipped on his practiced charm, “Good evening, young masters.” Wen Chao’s greasy smile widened as he leaned back in his seat. “Ah, Wei Wuxian! Come, entertain us, won’t you?”
“Of course”, he replied smoothly, hiding his grimace as he felt Wen Chao grip his hand to pull him down to sit between Wen Xu and him.
He was used to doing things he disliked, after all, this life was not his to command. He deftly poured wine for the Wen brothers, hiding his shudder as felt Wen Xu slip his arm around his waist. A smile curved across his lips, carefully painted on, as he feigned interest in Wen Chao’s endless boasting about his latest business ventures. Every gesture, every nod, was measured - perfectly polite to the outside eye, while inside, Wei Wuxian’s mind wandered far from the table.
Through the night, he was aware that Lan Zhan had not yet left. Instead, he felt his gaze firmly directed at him, as if burning a hole in his back.
He poured more wine for the Wens, his movements fluid and coaxing, each refill accompanied by a light jest or flattering word that encouraged them to drink deeper. If Wen Chao’s laughter grew louder and Wen Xu’s eyes glazed ever so slightly, all the better.
Once he sensed that they were tipsy, he made up an excuse and attempted to slip out to the courtyard.
Wei Ying had just reached the courtyard, breathing in the crisp night air, when a heavy hand clamped down on his arm. His heart sank even before he turned.
Wen Xu stood there, swaying slightly from drink, but his eyes were sharp and predatory. “Running off so soon, pretty boy?” he sneered, tugging Wei Wuxian closer. “You think you can pour us wine and then disappear without giving us proper company?”
Wei Ying’s heart thudded, he did not like where this was going. “Wen-gongzi, the courtesans are here to serve wine and conversation. If you’d like more company, I’ll be glad to fetch someone else for you.” He tried to twist free, but Wen Xu’s grip only tightened, fingers digging painfully into his wrist.
“Don’t play coy with me,” Wen Xu leered. “I don’t want them, I want you.” His gaze raked down Wei Ying’s figure, crude and unashamed.
“With respect, Wen-gongzi, this house does not provide that kind of service. We serve music, conversation, and wine. Nothing more.” His tone was light, but firm, drawing the line as clearly as he dared.
“Rules? You think rules apply to me?” He pushed Wei Ying up against a pillar, face looming closer to Wei Ying’s own.
Wei Ying was prepared to kick, when suddenly –
“Enough.”
The word cut through the courtyard like a blade of ice.
Wen Xu’s head snapped around to find a tall figure standing at the threshold of the courtyard. Even in the dim lantern light, Lan Wangji was unmistakable, cutting an imposing figure.
“Who the hell –” Wen Xu began, but faltered when those eyes locked on him.
Lan Wangji stepped forward, each measured stride radiating quiet authority. “Unhand him.”
Wen Xu gave a harsh laugh, though his grip loosened slightly. “And who are you to order me? This is none of your –”
Before he could finish, Lan Wangji’s hand shot out with precise, startling speed. He seized Wen Xu’s wrist and twisted, forcing the man to release Wei Wuxian with a yelp of pain.
Wei Wuxian stumbled free, rubbing at his jaw, eyes widening as he looked between them.
“Leave,” Lan Wangji said, voice low but thrumming with restrained violence. “Now.”
With a muttered curse, he jerked his arm back and staggered away into the shadows.
Silence fell heavy in the courtyard. Wei Wuxian let out a long breath, shaking the tension from his shoulders before glancing at Lan Wangji with a wry smile.
“You know,” Wei Ying said lightly, though his voice carried a faint edge of breathlessness, “you always come in at just the right time.”
Wei Wuxian tilted his head, teasing smile still in place, though a flicker of something softer passed through his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, Lan Zhan, I’d almost think you were keeping an eye on me.”
Lan Wangji’s expression remained unreadable. At last, he gave a quiet reply.
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian blinked, caught off guard, then let out a laugh, low and amused. “Ah… so you are, then.”
“I do not like to see Wei Ying entertaining other men.”
Notes:
Thank you for reading! Honestly, I did not expect this fic to get a single view hehe
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Wei Wuxian blinked, then chuckled, tilting his head coyly. “Ah, but if you want my exclusive company, Lan Zhan, you’ll have to pay for it. And I should warn you, I’m very expensive.”
“Money is no issue.” There wasn’t even a flicker of hesitation in Lan Wangji’s reply. His gaze didn’t waver, his tone unyielding.
“I have several engagements through the night which means you would have to book all of them.” Wei Ying countered.
“I’ll book all of it then,” Lan Zhan said simply.
Wei Wuxian let out a breath, trying to steady his racing heart under Lan Wangji’s unwavering gaze. He was unused to Lan Zhan’s straightforwardness, as if the matter was something simple and of no concern.
For a long moment, neither spoke. The courtyard was still except for the faint rustle of lanterns in the breeze. Wei Wuxian’s usual grin faltered, replaced by a mixture of disbelief and something far less manageable stirring in his chest.
Finally, he shook his head with a breathless laugh. “Lan Zhan… you really are impossible.”
“I will speak with your madame about it,” Lan Zhan calmly said and with that he turned and walked away, leaving only the faint echo of his presence in the courtyard.
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The next night found Wei Ying and Lan Zhan alone in a private room.
The candles cast a warm glow about the room, flickering gently across polished wood and delicate screens.
Wei Ying held Chenqing, letting his eyes flick to Lan Wangji, who was seated upright, golden eyes fixed unwaveringly on him. Settling in front of him, he lifted the flute to his lips and began to play. The melody was light, curling through the quiet intimacy of the room.
Lan Wangji watched every movement, unblinking, absorbing each note.
As the song came to a close, Wei Ying hesitantly asked, “If it would please you, I can tell you a story or shall we play some games?”
Instead, Lan Zhan said “No need, I want to learn more about Wei Ying.”.
Wei Ying let out a laugh, quick and bright, as though brushing it all aside. “Ah, Lan Zhan, you ask as though I am someone interesting. I fear you’ll be disappointed. I am a simple man, I like what I like and pay no regard to the rest.”
Yet even as he jested, something twisted in his chest. He was used to hiding behind teasing words and flirtatious quips, no one had ever attempted to know him for who he was.
“Wei Ying is fascinating.” Lan Zhan’s tone held so much sincerity that Wei Ying felt the breath knocked out of him.
“Ah, but you barely know me!” he countered, unable to bear the weight of Lan Zhan’s regard.
Lan Wangji did not reply. Instead, the faintest shift softened his otherwise impassive features into something so unwaveringly sincere it stole the words from Wei Ying’s tongue. It was not idle admiration, but a quiet conviction, as though he had already seen Wei Ying for who he was.
Under the weight of his regard, Wei Ying found that he could not hide behind his carefully crafted mask. Against his will, he felt like a tightly shut blossom coaxed to bloom under the tender rays of the sun. The walls he had built around himself for protection faltered, and for the first time in a long while, he wondered what it might be like to be seen – not as a courtesan, but simply as Wei Ying.
With that began the start of their blossoming friendship. For the next few nights, they fell into a routine with Wei Ying performing for Lan Zhan before their evenings slipped easily into quiet conversation. What began as light exchanges slowly deepened into stories shared in confidence, soft conversation echoing against the soft glow of candlelight.
In Lan Zhan’s presence, there was no expectation of him. Each night, he felt remnants of the boy he once used to be slowly being unearthed, freed from the layers of years he has built up over the years.
~
That night, after retreating to his room, Wei Ying knelt in front of his mirror and began removing the pins from his hair, allowing his silky hair to cascade down his back. A-Yuan sidled up next to him, whispering conspiratorily, “I know rich gege has been visiting you every night.”.
“I see you’ve been talking to the other jiejies,” he teased lightly, drawing A-yuan into his lap.
“They say he only comes to see you,” A-Yuan continued with all the seriousness of a great secret. “Is it true?”
Wei Ying’s fingers stilled in his hair for the briefest moment before he chuckled, tapping A-Yuan’s nose. “He comes to hear music, not me.”
“But Xian gege is the one playing the music,” A-Yuan countered matter-of-factly, eyes bright with triumph.
Wei Ying felt warmth creeping to his cheeks, though he tried to laugh it off. “This little one has grown too clever. Better go to sleep before you ask me more difficult questions.”
A-Yuan giggled and snuggled closer, clearly unconvinced but satisfied with Wei Ying’s flustered expression.
As Wei Ying cuddled A-yuan, he could not stop his mind from drifting to Lan Zhan. He did not know what Lan Zhan’s intention was. He had never wanted for anything before, too used to things being ripped from him. Could he dare to reach out for what he wanted? The thought frightened him, because wanting meant hope, and hope was dangerous.
~
Morning came soon enough, Wei Ying opened his eyes blearily to see A-yuan standing over him, looking as if he had a great secret to tell.
“Whatever got you so worked up?” Wei Ying teased.
“Rich gege came looking for you this morning!”
Wei Ying frowned, “What did he want with me?”
A-yuan handed a lacquered box to Wei Ying, “He asked if you were awake and if I could wake you, but I told him it would be a terrible idea. I know how much you love sleeping, Xian-gege!”
Wei Ying chuckled, turning the lacquered box over in his hands. He traced the delicate patterns carved along its lid, a subtle scent of sandalwood emanating from it, refined and understated, just like the man who had left it.
Delicately opening the lid, he found a beautiful jade tassel nestled against soft silk. He traced the cool jade, before sliding his fingertips through the red silk of the tassel, breath caught in his throat. Within the box lay a note.
Wei Ying,
I hope you will accept this small gift. I wished to bid you farewell before leaving on a work trip to oversee the building of new factories. I shall return in five days’ time and will call upon you then. As always, I have secured all of your engagements in the meantime. Enclosed is a sum of money, please use it as you see fit for yourself and A-Yuan.
Lan Wangji
The words were simple, yet the thought behind them settled over Wei Ying like a quiet warmth. Wei Ying idly traced the words on the paper, a wistful smile on his face.
“It seems rich gege has left a treat for us,” Wei Ying told A-yuan with a twinkle in his eye. “Shall we head out?”
A-Yuan clapped his hands eagerly, eyes sparkling. “Yes! Let’s go, Xian-gege!”
Wei Ying attached the tassel to Chenqing and tucked the note away safely before taking A-Yuan’s hand in his. The morning air felt fresher somehow, lighter, as if the small gift had cast a new warmth over the day ahead.
~
Wei Ying thought five days would pass in a blink of an eye. He did not expect his time with Lan Zhan to change him so much. It used to be a given that he would see Lan Zhan every night, now with the man’s absence, the evenings seem to stretch longer and colder. He did not expect the intensity of his emotions to hit him so hard - the realisation that he missed the man more than he expected, more than he was willing to admit.
Lan Zhan’s return could not come soon enough.
Notes:
Once again, thank you to all my readers <3
Chapter Text
On the night of Lan Zhan’s return, he had arrived at Wei Ying’s room with a request. “Allow me to take you out,” Lan Zhan murmured towards Wei Ying, his voice low and intimate.
Wei Ying felt a flutter of warmth rise in him, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness growing in him as he agreed.
As they stepped out onto the streets, Wei Ying was amazed at the sight that greeted him. It was the night of the Qixi festival - a day that marked the reunion of star-crossed lovers. The streets were decorated for the festival, with lanterns all abound. Stalls lined the avenue, fragrant with the scent of roasted chestnuts and blooming flowers. All around them, the streets were filled with couples enjoying the presence of each other’s company.
Lan Zhan guided Wei Ying through the bustling streets, stopping occasionally to allow Wei Ying to peer into stalls, oohing and aahing at what they had to offer. At one stall, Wei Ying lingered over a collection of hair pins, admiring their craftsmanship. Tiny blossoms and intricate patterns were etched into the metal, some adorned with beads that caught the lantern light and shimmered like stars. Wei Ying traced his fingers across the pins, before picking one up and holding it up to Lan Zhan, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Would this suit me?”
“Mm, Wei Ying would look beautiful in anything.”
“Lan Zhan, you can’t say such things!” Wei Ying protested, feeling his cheeks grow hot. He hastily placed the pin down and moved towards the next stall, trying to hide the flutter in his chest.
The next stall displayed riddles written on strips of paper, each dangling from small lanterns. Wei Ying immediately became absorbed, his brow furrowing as he muttered to himself while attempting to solve them. So engrossed was he that it took a moment before he realized Lan Zhan had silently stepped beside him, his calm presence warming the space at Wei Ying’s side.
“Lan Zhan look! I can answer most of them but I’m stuck on this.” Wei Ying frowned while gesturing towards a pink lantern. On it hung a riddle: “What is a question you can never say yes to?”
Lan Zhan considered it for a moment, before calmly replying, “Are you asleep?”
It took Wei Ying a heartbeat to register the wit, and then he was doubled over, clutching his stomach as laughter spilled out of him, bright and unrestrained. Lan Zhan watched silently, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Next, they made their way toward the pier to observe the sight of wishing lanterns being set off. Wei Ying found himself unconsciously walking closer to Lan Zhan, their fingers brushed gently, a fleeting touch that sent warmth crawling up his arm. He stole a glance at the man beside him, calm and composed as ever, and felt a tingle of joy.
At the edge of the pier, they stood side by side, admiring the sight of dozens of lanterns being released, lighting up the night sky with a warm glow. Lan Zhan turned towards him, a gentle look on his face. Without a word, Lan Zhan reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Wei Ying’s face before reaching into his pocket to retrieve a hairpin. When Wei Ying realised it was the hairpin that he was admiring earlier, he felt his breath catch in his throat.
With careful movements, Lan Zhan slid the hairpin into place. Wei Ying felt a shiver run through him at the feeling of Lan Zhan’s gentle fingers against his scalp. Wei Ying looked into Lan Zhan’s eye, admiring the golden glow of the lanterns in them and for a moment, time seemed to still between them.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Wei Ying let out a soft laugh, “Thank you, Lan Zhan,” and then, as though struck by a sudden thought, he leaned a little closer.
“Lan Zhan,” he said suddenly, voice lowering with a hint of mischief, “since it’s the Qixi festival, why don’t we release a lantern of our own?” He eagerly gestured towards the vendors selling paper lanterns.
Heading towards the lantern booth, they each picked up a paper lantern. Wei Ying hesitated briefly, it’s been a long time since he allowed himself to make a wish. Wishes, after all, always felt like fragile things that the world delighted in shattering.
But then, he glanced sideways. Lan Zhan was bent over his own lantern, brush in hand, writing with quiet concentration. Looking at the handsome profile of the man next to him earnestly writing his wish gave Wei Ying the courage. It was the first time that he genuinely wanted something.
He wanted happiness with Lan Zhan he realised with startling clarity. With his wish identified, Wei Ying diligently wrote it onto his lantern, uttering a silent prayer in his heart.
With a shared breath, they released the lanterns, watching them float into the night sky, carrying both their hopes into the stars.
~
By the next evening, any lingering distance between them had dissolved. He hadn’t meant to sit so close, yet here he was, knees brushing against the folds of Lan Zhan’s robes. And when he shifted to move away, Lan Zhan’s hand came out to hold him by the side of his hips, his touch carrying a hint of possessiveness.
Wei Ying had never allowed anyone such liberties, but he found he could not bring himself to mind. Instead, he let himself remain, leaning ever so slightly into that touch. The soft glow of the candles caught the curve of Lan Zhan’s profile, the quiet intensity of his golden gaze, and Wei Ying’s heart thudded in response.
Lan Zhan finally shifted slightly, producing a small, silk-wrapped box from beside him. He placed it carefully in front of Wei Ying, the gesture elegant and precise.
“I have a business party in a week’s time,” he said, his tone calm and measured. “I hope you can grant me the pleasure of your company.”
Wei Ying arched an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he picked up the box. “Of course,” he teased, “that’s what I am paid to do.”
Wei Ying turned his attention back to the box as he carefully untied the silk wrapping before lifting the lid. Nestled inside the box was a red silk gown. He reverently ran his fingers over the fine silk, breath coming out in a surprised gasp, “Lan Zhan… this is beautiful… you didn’t have to.”
Lan Zhan’s piercing eyes met his steadily, “I wanted to. It suits you.”
Wei Ying’s lips curved into a soft, appreciative smile, a warmth spreading through him.
~
The day of the business party dawned with a quiet excitement thrumming through the air. A-yuan flitted about excitedly, trying to help with Wei Ying’s preparation. Little hands laid out the silk robe carefully before setting out his accessories. Wei Ying took his time dressing, carefully arranging each layer of his robes. The sash was delicately tightened at his waist, emphasizing his lithe figure.
He tied the top half of his hair into an intricate bun, securing it with the silver hairpin Lan Zhan had surprised him with. Looking closely at the mirror, he applied a light layer of makeup to define and enhance his features. Tonight, he wanted to look his best for Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan arrived punctually, dressed smartly in his suit. When his gaze landed on Wei Ying, for the briefest moment, his eyes widened ever so slightly. “Wei Ying looks breathtaking as always,” he said, offering his arm to Wei Ying.
Hearing that, Wei Ying tried to calm the beating of his heart. It did not help that Lan Zhan looked handsome as always.
Slowly, he led Wei Ying to his car before guiding him into the backseat. After a quick word with his driver to go slow, they were off to the Lan's residence. Wei Ying appreciated the thoughtfulness of Lan Zhan seeing as he had never been in a car before. After all, only the truly wealthy could afford cars.
Before long, they had reached the Lan’s residence situated at the outskirts of town. While in the car, Lan Zhan had explained that the purpose of the party was to celebrate the Lan’s recent business achievements. Wei Ying listened, letting the soft rhythm of the ride settle the flutter in his chest.
As they entered the threshold of the residence, Wei Ying allowed his well practiced mask to slide into place, taking on the persona of Wei Ying the courtesan. Staying by Lan Zhan’s side,he greeted each guest, his voice lilting and warm. Making small talk came easily to Wei Ying, each word calculated to charm. He moved gracefully, a subtle sway in his step, hands gesturing lightly as he listened and responded.
He could feel eyes on him, appraising his looks and figure. He knew the effect he had on others – the way his presence drew covetous gazes. As Wei Ying moved among the guests, he could feel the occasional brush of eyes lingering on him a little longer than necessary. A quick glance would catch a pair of admiring eyes darting away when he turned towards them.
It was then that Jin Guangshan made his way up to them, approaching them with a knowing smile. “Ah Lan Wangji, I must congratulate you on your successful business dealings… as well as acquiring such a remarkable companion. Wei Ying is truly exceptional. You have deprived all of us from the company of the jewel of Yunmeng.” As he said this, his gaze roamed freely across Wei Ying, lasting a little too long at Wei Ying’s narrow waist.
Lan Zhan’s eyes flicked to the man in disdain, before placing a hand proprietarily on Wei Ying’s waist. The gesture was subtle yet unmistakable, a clear claim that left no room for misinterpretation. “I thank you for your regard,” he replied curtly before gently guiding Wei Ying away.
After greeting a few more guests, Wei Ying could feel weariness creeping up his leg. “Lan Zhan,” he whispered, leaning slightly into the man beside him, “may I take a moment’s rest?”
Lan Zhan’s hand on his waist tightened ever so slightly, a silent reassurance, before he nodded. Without a word, he guided Wei Ying towards a quieter corner of the hall. “Sit here, I will get you a drink,” he said once he settled Wei Ying onto a bench.
Not too long after Lan Zhan’s absence did Wei Ying realise that Jin Guangshan had approached him. “Tell me how much Lan Wangji is paying you, I will double his price.” Jin Guangshan offered sleazily.
Wei Ying stiffened before replying, “Lan Zhan has already secured my time, and no one else will have it.”
“Why not? You are still a courtesan working under Yunmeng teahouse,” he needled before delivering the final blow, “It is not as if he has bought you out of your contract yet.”
Wei Ying felt his argument die at his tongue, the words struck sharper than he expected, for they were true. Lan Zhan’s tender care and attentiveness had made him forget his station, that he was still a courtesan after all, bound by the chains of his contract. In the eyes of the world, he was just a pretty plaything, made to entertain whoever could afford him.
Before Jin Guangshan could press further, a shadow fell across them. Lan Zhan had returned, his gaze cutting like tempered steel as it settled on Jin Guangshan.
“Your company is not required here,” Lan Zhan said, voice steady and edged with finality. Without waiting for a reply, Lan Zhan supported Wei Ying up from his seat and led him away into the privacy of the corridor.
Wei Ying exhaled once they were ensconced in the darkness of the dimly lit corridor. “Lan Zhan, I…”
“Wei Ying, I heard what he said. You are more than that to me. I am sorry I did not make my intentions clear, but I have every mind to buy you out from your contract. I am sorry you had to find out this way. I was only waiting for the right moment to bring it up to you. I wanted to give you a choice, I want you by my side, not because I’ve paid for you but because you wish to be here.”
Hearing those words spoken with unwavering sincerity brought tears to Wei Ying’s eyes. “Lan Zhan…” His voice cracked, “Do you even know what you’re saying? No one’s ever wanted me like that.” The words tumbled out before he could stop them, raw and trembling.
He averted his gaze, trying to will away the stinging pressure of tears, his hands clenching tightly at his robes.
For a moment time seemed to still between them, before hands were gently clasping at his face, tilting them up. Gentle thumbs brushed against his skin, sweeping away the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. As Wei Ying gazed at Lan Zhan’s eyes that held so much warmth in them, he felt the conviction in Lan Zhan’s promise.
Before he knew it, Lan Zhan had bent forward, closing the fragile distance between them. His lips met Wei Ying’s in the softest of kisses, tentative yet filled with the weight of everything unspoken.
Wei Ying’s hand trembled before clutching at Lan Zhan’s suit, as if to ground himself, assuring himself that this was real. Lan Zhan’s hands threaded into his hair, before angling his face as he deepened the kiss. Wei Ying allowed himself to be swept away by the force of Lan Zhan’s passion as the gentleness of before gave way to a quiet, consuming intensity.
When they finally parted for air, gasping quietly for breath, Wei Ying could not help the laugh that bubbled out of him. He rested his head against Lan Zhan’s broad steady shoulders, exhaling a soft contented sigh.
Lan Zhan’s hands had settled to rest upon his waist, as if reluctant to part from Wei Ying.
They were drawn to each other by an invisible force, and soon they found themselves in a kiss again. The kiss this time was hungrier and more urgent – want and longing wrapped up in a gesture that needed no words.
Wei Ying shivered against him, while Lan Zhan’s strong hands brought him closer to his body. This time, Wei Ying’s hands started to roam greedily against Lan Zhan’s body, feeling the promise of firm muscles beneath his suit. Meanwhile, Lan Zhan’s hands moved lower to begin stroking hungrily against his butt.
When they reluctantly broke apart again, Lan Zhan’s eyes were clouded with lust as he murmured, “We should move somewhere more private.”
“Won’t the guests miss their host?” Wei Ying teased.
“My brother is still there, my absence won’t be missed” Lan Zhan definitively stated, taking Wei Ying’s hand and leading him away, leaving no room for argument.
Notes:
Hope you enjoy this chapter! Personally, it’s my favourite :D Steamy times coming up ahead but I am still unsure if it should be explicit or not.
Chapter 5
Notes:
Please note the increase in rating. This chapter is basically pure lovemaking, please skip it if it makes you uncomfortable.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
As Lan Zhan led him towards his bedroom, hand tightly intertwined in his, Wei Ying felt anticipation run up his spine. They could not have reached the room fast enough. As soon as they were ensconced within the privacy of his room, their lips found each other again – hungry and desperate, eager to chase after the sweetness they’ve experienced.
Wei Ying felt Lan Zhan’s hand trailing across his body, as if mapping the planes of his body, trying to memorise the feel of him. His hold was firm and possessive. Even lost in the kiss as he was, Wei Ying could feel the build of arousal starting low in his belly, slowly radiating through his body. He involuntarily shivered, suddenly feeling as if there were too many layers between them.
Breaking off from their kiss, Wei Ying ran his hands up Lan Zhan’s shoulder, slipping his suit jacket off his frame, allowing it to fall in a careless heap on the floor. Moving on to the buttons of his starch pressed shirt, Wei Ying eased each button open, the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath the only sign that he was not as composed as he appeared. His shirt parted under Wei Ying’s touch, revealing the smooth expanse of his muscular chest.
“Lan Zhan,” he murmured, voice low and edged with desire, “you hide this under all those layers? How unfair.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan groaned out, deepening his hold until he had Wei Ying pressed flushed against him before capturing his lips again. In this position, Wei Ying could feel the press of Lan Zhan’s erection digging insistently against stomach, hinting at his size, which only stoked the flames of his arousal.
As Wei Ying’s slender fingers trailed towards his belt, he felt Lan Zhan still his hand gently. “Wei Ying,” he gritted out, “are you sure? If we continue, I do not think I would be able to stop.”
Wei Ying felt his heart bloom at the tenderness Lan Zhan was displaying.
“Lan Zhan,” he whispered gently, “I want this. I want you.”
“Allow me,” Lan Zhan breathed, guiding them until the back of Wei Ying’s knees hit the edge of the bed. Gentle hands clasped reverently against the back of his head and waist, as Lan Zhan pressed Wei Ying down onto the bed. His larger body enveloped Wei Ying’s smaller frame, his weight a soothing pressure steadying the beating of his heart.
With nimble fingers, Lan Zhan started to undo the ties of Wei Ying’s robes, opening each silk layer until Wei Ying was left only in a sheer translucent layer. His touch carried both reverence and barely concealed restraint, leaving Wei Ying trembling under the quiet intensity of it. “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed out, eyes roaming greedily all over Wei Ying’s body.
As Lan Zhan’s fingers brushed against the knot of his last layer, he paused, gaze lifting to meet Wei Ying’s – a silent question. Embarrassed to voice his desire, Wei Ying covered his eyes with his arm before nodding quickly, “please.”
The last layer finally slipped free, leaving Wei Ying sprawled over the red silk robes, long hair spread across the bed, pale smooth skin reflecting the warm glow of the candlelight. In this position, he was a sight to behold and Lan Zhan had to take several deep breaths to ground himself. The cool air kissed gently against his exposed skin, causing him to shiver. As Wei Ying made to move his robes away from under him, Lan Zhan’s long fingers gripped his wrist.
“Lan Zhan…?”
“Allow me this indulgence”, Lan Zhan whispered against his ear, “to see Wei Ying lying atop the robes I bought would bring me great pleasure.” Wei Ying had to suppress his moan, feeling Lan Zhan’s low voice brushing against the sensitive skin of his ear.
“It will get dirty and it must be expensive…” he countered weakly.
“Wei Ying looks beautiful like this,” Lan Zhan pressed on, planting feather light kisses across his jaw before moving down his neck. As he kissed Wei Ying, he continued, “For every gown I ruin, I promise to buy you better ones in return.”
Hearing this coupled with Lan Zhan’s ministration caused Wei Ying to moan weakly, in that moment, he knew he could not deny Lan Zhan anything.
Lan Zhan continued his worship of Wei Ying’s body, pressing kisses starting from his neck down. Soon, his lips brushed against Wei Ying’s nipple before a nimble tongue came out to flick against it. As he played with his nipple, his other hand came up to tease the other bud. Wei Ying could only twist helplessly against his robe, feeling pleasure course through his body.
Realising that he was the only one unclothed, Wei Ying pouted before sitting up, hands making a grab for Lan Zhan’s belt. As he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, Lan Zhan’s erection sprang out proudly, flushed with precum beading at the tip.
Looking at Lan Zhan’s erection caused Wei Ying’s mouth to go dry. He was big. Hesitantly, he stroked up his length, watching as more precum gathered. Eager for a taste, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out for a kittenish lick.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan hissed.
Feeling emboldened, Wei Ying enveloped the head with his lips, feeling the hefty weight of him on his tongue. He moaned at the feeling, causing vibrations to travel up the length of Lan Zhan. Slowly, he brought more of Lan Zhan deeper into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. In this position, he could smell the natural musk of Lan Zhan tinged with a faint hint of sandalwood.
Lan Zhan’s scent was comforting and he found himself nuzzling against the base of him. Once he had his fill, he began to gently move up and down his length, allowing his tongue to caress his length and swirl around the head.
As he picked up a steady rhythm, he felt Lan Zhan’s hand rest against the top of his head, fingers curling into his hair. Even as he did so, Lan Zhan was respectful, never hurrying nor forcing Wei Ying, allowing him to go at his own pace. The only signs of his pleasure were his soft low breaths and the tightening of his fingers against his scalp.
Wei Ying never knew he would enjoy something this much. The intimacy of bringing pleasure to the man he loved made a thrill course through him.
Eventually, Lan Zhan pulled him out of his lap. “Enough, I wish to be inside Wei Ying when I find my release,” he gritted out as he lowered Wei Ying back down onto the bed.
Wei Ying blushed, his ears and cheeks tinted in an alluring shade of pink. He watched as Lan Zhan retrieved a bottle of oil, unstopping the cap before pouring a liberal amount over his fingers. He shyly parted his legs to allow Lan Zhan to settle between them.
“Relax,” Lan Zhan whispered as he gently inserted the tip of his finger into his entrance. He surged up to kiss Wei Ying, to distract him from the sensations occurring below. Slowly, one finger turned into two then three, his nimble and long fingers coaxing and stretching him open.
When he deemed Wei Ying sufficiently stretched, he sat back to coat his sizable length with oil.
Looking at the size of Lan Zhan, Wei Ying suddenly felt nervous.
“Will you fit? I’ve never done this before…” Wei Ying trailed off weakly. He saw Lan Zhan still, eyes locking onto Wei Ying’s, a flare of predatory pride present in them.
“Wei Ying… I will take care of you. I promise.” He groaned before settling over Wei Ying’s body. Wei Ying felt the press of his blunt head against his entrance and had to remind himself to relax, letting out a breath he never knew he was holding. Slowly, Lan Zhan pushed in, eyes darting across Wei Ying’s face, watching out for any hint of discomfort.
He could not deny it, the initial penetration brought with it a sting of pain as his body tried to get used to the intrusion. He scrunched his face which soon had Lan Zhan whispering words of comfort into his ear. Lan Zhan’s strong hands threaded through his, pressing him deeper into the bed as he pressed kisses onto his forehead.
“You are doing so well for me love, just a little more,” he coaxed, pressing further until he was fully sheathed. He stilled, allowing Wei Ying to get used to his size. Wei Ying opened his eyes to see Lan Zhan trembling slightly with restraint, beads of sweat gathering at his forehead. He could tell it was taking Lan Zhan a great deal of effort not to give in to his instincts to move and he felt more love welling up in his chest.
“I am ready,” he whispered, parting his legs more as he squeezed Lan Zhan’s hands.
Lan Zhan began at a slow and steady rhythm, a gentle rocking of his hips to get Wei Ying used to the motion. All the while, he whispered words of encouragement into Wei Ying’s ear. Soon, Wei Ying felt the initial pain give way to pleasure as his body got used to the stretch. Lan Zhan shifted his hips, causing his length to press against a spot that had Wei Ying gasping for breath.
He moaned in pleasure which soon had Lan Zhan focusing his attention on hitting that spot again as his strong hips snapped forward with precision. Wei Ying allowed the sensations to wash over him, and he was helpless except to take in the pleasure, hands moving to claw weakly at Lan Zhan’s muscular back, feeling the ripples of muscle beneath his fingertips.
He could feel every twitch, thrust and movement as Lan Zhan made love to him, feeling the delicious drag of his length against his walls. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm him as he chanted a litany of Lan Zhan's name. As he neared his climax, he clung tighter onto Lan Zhan’s back, gasping for Lan Zhan not to stop.
This caused Lan Zhan to pick up his pace, thrusting more urgently into his warm entrance. All too soon, Wei Ying felt his climax course through him, blinding him with pleasure. He came back to the sensation of Lan Zhan kissing him, all the while keeping the rhythm of his thrusts as he chased after his own release.
Wei Ying clenched his walls along Lan Zhan’s thick length, feeling pleased at the growl it wrung out of Lan Zhan. He felt Lan Zhan thrust even more urgently, before his hips stuttered and he buried himself to the hilt, releasing his seed into Wei Ying. He took a moment to appreciate the pulse of Lan Zhan’s length in him as he emptied himself into Wei Ying, hips thrusting minutely as he rode out the wave of his orgasm.
Lan Zhan pressed his forehead against Wei Ying’s, taking in deep breaths as they calmed down from their high. They remained interlocked like this, until their sweat started to cool on their body. Reluctantly, Lan Zhan gently pulled out of Wei Ying, but not before Wei Ying caught his eyes lingering at his entrance, looking at his release dripping out between his thighs, onto his silk robes.
As Wei Ying remained sprawled on the bed, Lan Zhan left for the bathroom before returning with a warm towel to clean Wei Ying up. He felt boneless as he allowed Lan Zhan to wipe him gently, dressing him in a new sleeping robe before tucking him into bed.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whispered as he crawled into bed next to him, gathering Wei Ying against his body. “I will buy you out from your contract and take you back with me.”
“I am not coming along unless you bring A-yuan too,” Wei Ying countered.
“Of course, I know how important A-yuan is to you. I care for him too,” Lan Zhan promised, “It will be the three of us.”
Wei Ying let out a soft laugh, nuzzling deeper into Lan Zhan’s hold. He never knew it was possible to love someone so much. Soon, their breathing slowed and deepened as they drifted off to sleep, the quiet comfort of belonging and promise wrapping around them in a soothing embrace.
Notes:
Hope you enjoyed? I did not expect to write a chapter of pure intimacy, but it just came flowing out. I had to make it its own chapter as I hope to keep the sweet tone contained as there may be a slight tonal shift next chapter.
Chapter Text
“Wei Ying… Wei Ying…”
In the haze of his sleep, he felt fingers gently trailing across his face, tucking his hair behind his ears before a soft kiss was placed onto his forehead.
“Wei Ying, it’s time to wake up,” Lan Zhan’s soothing voice murmured close to his ear.
Reluctant to part from the cocoon of sleep, Wei Ying buried his face against Lan Zhan’s chest while emitting soft whines of protest.
“Wei Ying, we have to get you back before daylight.”
Lan Zhan was right, Wei Ying knew that he had to get back before the madame realised that he did not return for the night.
With a sigh, Wei Ying slipped out of bed, the warmth of Lan Zhan’s embrace still clinging to his skin. He quickly washed up and when he went to look for clothes to wear, he realised that Lan Zhan had set out a new set of robes for him – ones that were in his size. Heat rushed up his cheeks at the memory of what they did to his previous gown. It appeared that Lan Zhan had planned it all along and was thoughtful enough to keep a spare set in his room.
“Lan Zhan! Did you prepare this with the hope of having your way with me last night?” Wei Ying teased in mock indignation.
“Mn,” He replied with a satisfied smirk, looking like a cat who got the cream.
“You insatiable man,” Wei Ying huffed, a tender smile on his face as he dressed. He could feel Lan Zhan’s eyes on him as he tied the knot of his robe, admiring and drinking in the sight of him.
Stepping out into the cool pre-dawn air, Wei Ying followed Lan Zhan into the waiting car. Without a word, the driver pulled away, whisking them back to the teahouse. Still heavy with the remnants of sleep, Wei Ying rested his head against Lan Zhan’s shoulder, his fingers seeking and twining with Lan Zhan’s hand in quiet contentment.
Parked a short distance away from the teahouse, Wei Ying slipped out from the car with a promise to meet again in the afternoon. As he quickly made his way back in, he could feel the weight of Lan Zhan’s steady gaze against his back.
This early in the morning, the teahouse was blanketed in silence as the courtesans slept after a late night of entertainment. Wei Ying quietly padded his way through the hushed corridor, eager to get back into bed.
As he approached his door, he froze when he caught sight of a person sitting by his doorway. Upon seeing Wei Ying approach, Wang Lingjiao drew herself up, a triumphant glint in her eye.
“Well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with malice. “Slipping in at dawn … Who were you with last night?”
“I do not answer to you.” Wei Ying calmly replied.
“You know we are not allowed to stay out overnight,” she pressed. “Were you with Lan Wangji? I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with him recently.” She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
“It’s none of your business. Now if you will excuse me,” he said, tone edged with steel as he brushed past her, attempting to make his way back to his room.
Suddenly, her hands shot out, sharp nails clutching onto his collar before he could stop her. She pulled his collar down, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the numerous bruises and marks peppered across his neck.
“Wei Wuxian. You are done for.” She exclaimed, voice filled with glee as she marched off, eager to report her findings to the madame.
Wei Ying wearily entered the room, there he found A-yuan clutching his pillow against his chest, wide eyes staring at Wei Ying uncertainly.
“Xian gege, are you ok?” A-yuan asked shakily.
Putting on a brave smile, Wei Ying knelt down in front of A-yuan. “Of course I am fine, what do you take me for,” he ended with a wink. “Here,” he said, handing A-yuan a pouch of coins, “Will you help me buy some breakfast? I am craving for the sesame buns sold by the river. It is a bit of a journey, do you think you can do it?”
“Yes!” A-yuan chirped, always eager to be of use, before scampering off.
Barely a moment after Wei Ying sent A-Yuan off did the madame come storming into his room.
“Wei Wuxian!” She seethed, “Who are you seeing?”
Wei Ying stared at her blandly, “I think it is obvious, seeing as I have only been booked by one person the last few weeks.”
The madame grew even more furious at his answer, “I demand you to break things off with him immediately!” she demanded.
“I refuse,” Wei Ying answered firmly.
“Do you know what you’ve done? Behaving like a prostitute? Do you know the ill repute it will bring to my teahouse if word gets out that you have given a client such liberties??”
“I spent the night with him willingly because I love him. I am not a prostitute because I know he loves me too. Besides, he has promised to buy me out of my contract. I would be happy to leave with him –”
SMACK
The sound rang through the room before Wei Ying registered that the madame had slapped him.
“You stupid boy, you think you know him so well?”
“I know that he loves me and I have complete faith in him.”
Hearing that, the madame threw her head back as she laughed humourlessly.
“Don’t joke with me. Have you forgotten who you are? What you are? It seems the time spent with him and the luxuries he has given you have clouded your senses. You are foolish if you believe he loves you.”
The madame cruelly continued, “What do you think Lan Wangji sees in you? Even better, what do you have to offer him? I do not deny he might be attracted to you, I will give you that. You are young and pretty after all. But do you think your beauty and youth will last forever? What do you think happens to things that have lost their lustre and appeal? They are thrown away,” the madame hissed.
Wei Ying stood motionless, trembling as her words sunk her claws into him. For the first time, he felt the tendrils of doubt wind their grip over his heart.
What the madame said… made sense.
He had no argument to counter the madame, no evidence against her words. Unwilling to give the madame the satisfaction of watching him crack, he smoothed his face into an impassive mask, before answering, “I thank you for your concern, but I will do with my life what I deem fit.”
The madame continued, “Sure, he might buy out your contract, but have you considered what happens after? Are you so full of yourself that you believe he will provide for you for the rest of your life? Don’t come running back to me once he has grown bored of you.”
Wei Ying did not deign to give her a response, storming past her into his room. In the sanctuary of his room, Wei Ying wordlessly closed the door behind him, before heading towards his bed, curling himself into a ball. The quiet of the room pressed in around him, amplifying the echoes of the madame’s harsh words.
He desperately replayed every interaction, every tender glance and gentle touch from Lan Zhan, searching for proof that her warnings were wrong. Whether to reassure or convince himself, he was not sure. The doubt lingered stubbornly in his mind, like a shadow he could not shake off.
Though he was loath to admit it, he knew the madame was right.
He had grown up within the walls of the teahouse, which meant he was privy to the whispered secrets and cautionary tales passed around by other courtesans. How often had he heard of patrons buying out their favourite courtesan, only to throw them out after a few years. How many of those girls had trusted the glib words of their lover, taken in by their sweet gestures. Giving their youth away only to be cruelly tossed aside once they served no purpose.
Men are fickle creatures, they say, they only want a pretty thing by their side. Try not to give your heart away, but if you do, never ever place your trust in them.
In a world where patrons wielded all the power and courtesans were expected to submit to their whim, it was a risk too big for him to take. The knowledge made his chest tighten until he felt as if he could not breathe. The seeds of doubt had sunk their twisted roots deep into his heart, until he was not sure what he even believed anymore.
What did such a powerful and successful man like Lan Zhan see in him? Could Lan Zhan’s affection only be temporary, nothing more than a fleeting indulgence?
He stared at the quiet room around him, wondering if he had been naive. Knowing that feelings can change, could he truly allow himself to give his heart away.
Suddenly, he did not know what he wanted anymore. Pulling the blankets over his head, he tried to let the mindlessness of sleep take him. For a while, he simply wished to drift away from the aching uncertainty of his heart.
~
When he awoke, it was late morning.
A-yuan came up to him announcing that Lan Zhan was waiting to take him out.
“Tell him I am sick,” Wei Ying announced, feeling too raw to meet Lan Zhan at the moment.
A-yuan glanced at him skeptically, “It’s not good to lie, Xian gege.”
Wei Ying caught him and tickled his side, “Since when did you become the grown up,” he teased.
A-yuan wriggled out of his grasp, sticking his tongue out at Wei Ying as he bounded out of the room.
As A-yuan stepped outside to speak with Lan Zhan, Wei Ying peeked over the window. The sight of Lan Zhan’s concerned expression made his chest clench in sadness.
“He wanted to come in and see you,” A-yuan reported upon returning, “but I told him it wouldn’t be proper.”
Wei Ying’s fingers tightened on the window ledge. “Thank you, A-yuan,” Wei Ying murmured, his voice soft.
This went on for a few days, with Lan Zhan faithfully coming at the same time. Each time, Wei Ying sent A-yuan out with a string of excuses, careful to keep Lan Zhan at a distance. Though worry lingered in Lan Zhan’s gaze, he never pressed the matter.
By the end of the week, Wei Ying could not ignore the hollow ache in his chest. He sent a letter to Lan Zhan, informing him that he will meet him in his home that night.
~
When night came and Lan Zhan led him inside, Wei Ying felt a fragile weight pressing against his chest. He knew that Lan Zhan must have a million questions about his sudden withdrawal, yet the man’s restraint only made the knot in Wei Ying’s heart tighten further.
He kept his hands clasped tightly in front of him and his gaze lingered on the floor, afraid to meet Lan Zhan’s steady eyes just yet.
Lan Zhan did not speak immediately, only settled him on the couch with a promise to return quickly with a pot of tea.
Wei Ying rested his hand atop the wooden table, staring at the wood swirls, a thousand thoughts going through his mind.
He loved Lan Zhan so deeply that it terrified him. Lan Zhan brought him so much joy that it made him scared of the day Lan Zhan would grow bored of him and leave. Perhaps it would be kinder to end things now, while their memories were still sweet, rather than risk watching them sour with time. After all, it would only be uglier and more painful if Lan Zhan were to leave him after he had given all of his heart away. Wei Ying was not sure how he was going to survive the pain if that happened.
“Wei Ying!”
So absorbed was he in his thoughts that he did not realise that Lan Zhan had returned. He felt a drop of wetness on the back of his hand and realised that he was crying.
“Wei Ying! What happened? I am sorry. Did you regret our coupling? I should not have let my greed get the better of me.” Lan Zhan held his hand as he spoke, heartbreak evident all over his face.
“Do you love me?” Wei Ying whispered brokenly, eyes averted away from Lan Zhan. He felt as if he could shatter into a million pieces if he looked into Lan Zhan’s eyes.
“Of course I love you,” Lan Zhan assured, tenderness brimming in his voice.
“I am afraid, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying confessed. “I have nothing to offer you. You are a rich and successful man, surely you would want someone of equal standing who can elevate your position. Although I want your love, I do not want you to settle for me. I am not worthy of your love and I am not worthy to bind myself to you for the rest of our lives.”
“Wei Ying…” Lan Zhan hoarsely uttered. “Surely you do not think so little of yourself. Do you not know what I see in you?”
Wei Ying clenched his eyes shut, shaking his head.
“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan began, gentle hands cupping his head up towards him. “Look at me” he coaxed.
When Wei Ying opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Lan Zhan’s tender expression.
“Do not leave me, Wei Ying. I cannot bear to lose you again.”
Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan in confusion, “Again? What…”
“Will you allow me to tell you a story?”
Wei Ying nodded in response.
Sitting down next to Wei Ying and clasping his hand in his, Lan Zhan gently began telling Wei Ying about his childhood.
“When I was still a young boy, my mother unexpectedly passed away. My uncle feared I would waste away under the weight of my grief, so he took my brother and I on an extended trip to Yunmeng where we could enjoy the peaceful scenery, away from where the memory of my mother lingers the strongest.
I thought my heart to be dead, that I would never feel again. But while roaming the streets of Yunmeng, I saw a little boy playing with stones. I grew curious watching him and soon I found that I had wandered over to him. In my hand was a wooden rattle and without thinking, I had given it to him. I did not know it then, but that was when my life would change for the better.
Everyday, we would play together and eventually, we started playing some simple tunes too. It was the happiest moment of my life, I felt as if I could be myself, even for just that short period of time. I did not have to compose myself or hide my feelings away.”
Wei Ying blinked, a flicker of surprise darting across his face. The memory he had half-buried long ago began to stir, vague impressions flitting across his mind.
“That little boy… was you?” he breathed out.
“Mn, I am sorry I left without informing you. It is the one regret that has followed me all these years. Uncle said an emergency happened back in Gusu, we left on the overnight train.”
Wei Ying nodded in understanding, children were powerless against the decisions of adults. How could Lan Zhan have insisted on staying to say goodbye to a street urchin?
Lan Zhan continued, his tone picking up in desperation, “But believe me when I say that I never forgot about you. I committed myself to my studies and my duties, relentlessly trying to improve, to be the best so that I could be someone you would be proud to be with one day.
I prayed that you would be still in Yunmeng when I came back as a successful man. I prayed that if fate was kind, I would find you again. The day I saw you performing in the teahouse, it felt that fate had granted me another chance, and I knew that I would never let you go again.”
His hand tightened over Wei Ying’s own, “please not ask me to leave you,” he pleaded brokenly. “I’ve lost you once, I can’t lose you again.”
“Lan Zhan…you grew up so well. If you would have me as I am, then I would have you too.” Wei Ying whispered, his tears once more falling again. Lan Zhan brushed them away with the pads of his thumbs, pressing soft, steady kisses to the corners of his eyes.
“You are enough. You’ve always been enough,” Lan Zhan soothed, voice low and intimate. He continued, “You are not a songbird meant to be kept in a gilded cage. All that I have is yours to keep, use me as your wings, so that you may be free to fly wherever your heart desires. You should not have to be dependent on me, I have set up money in a trust for you and A-yuan, so that you would not have to worry anymore.”
“Lan Zhan… you have thought of everything,” Wei Ying murmured in disbelief. He leaned into him, the weight of his fears slowly easing under Lan Zhan’s steady presence. Lan Zhan’s hands cradled him gently, as if he could shield Wei Ying from the world with nothing more than his touch. For a long moment, the only sounds were their quiet breaths and the subtle rustle of clothing as they shifted closer, losing themselves in the embrace.
They stayed like that until their heartbeats slowed, until sleep pulled them into her soothing embrace.
~
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a diffused glow through the room. Wei Ying stirred, feeling the steady warmth of Lan Zhan beside him. He opened his eyes to find Lan Zhan already awake and looking at him with tenderness brimming in his eyes. Wei Ying’s chest swelled with a quiet contentment. The fears of yesterday felt distant now, as if they had been soothed away by the night’s closeness.
By mid-morning, they were out to make their way back to the teahouse. The teahouse loomed ahead, large and imposing. Wei Ying’s stomach twisted with a mixture of nerves and anticipation but he knew today was different. They did not have to sneak around anymore, soon he could be with Lan Zhan rightfully.
The madame was already waiting at the front of the teahouse, awaiting his return. At the sight of them together, her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line, displeasure evident in her gaze. Without a word, she pivoted on her heel, leading them silently into her office, each step radiating irritation.
When they were seated, Lan Zhan reached into his suit, pulling out a thick envelope before sliding it over to the madame. “Madame,” he addressed her, his voice calm but carrying unmistakable authority. “I wish to buy out Wei Ying’s contract in full. He will no longer be bound to this teahouse.”
The madame’s eyes narrowed into a calculating glare. “And you are prepared to cover all debts and obligations? This is no small sum.”
Lan Zhan inclined his head slightly. “I am aware. The envelope contains enough money to cover his contract and more. Wei Ying will remain under my care from this day forward.”
The madame snatched the envelope towards her and opened it, glancing at the thick wads of notes in large denominations within. “Fine,” she barked, “your life is yours to do as you wish.”
Wei Ying felt a rush of relief flood through him, his shoulders loosening for the first time in weeks. He looked up at Lan Zhan, whose expression was calm yet carried a quiet satisfaction.
Lan Zhan’s hand found his once more, a subtle squeeze that said more than words could convey. “It’s done,” he murmured softly, his golden eyes warm and steady.
There was still one last matter to settle.
As Wei Ying returned to his rooms to pack up his meagre belongings, A-yuan stood to the side, watching him nervously. “Xian gege, are you leaving with rich gege?” He said, trying to sound strong but unable to hide the tremble in his voice.
“Yes, and you are coming along with us. So what are you waiting for? Let’s pack together!” Wei Ying beamed at A-yuan. Quickly they packed together, exiting the teahouse hand in hand towards Lan Zhan who was waiting for them outside.
Emerging from the teahouse, Wei Ying felt the weight of years fall away, he was truly free for once. Clutching A-yuan’s hand in his, he reached out for Lan Zhan’s waiting hand with his other.
Lan Zhan’s hand was warm in his, a quiet anchor. “Shall we go?” he asked.
Wei Ying’s lips curved into a genuine smile, one that came from the deepest part of him. “Yes,” he breathed, “let’s go – together.”
And so they did, walking down the street with the world feeling a little brighter, an indescribable sense of joy building within him. Every step forward was a step into a future they would shape together – one built on trust and love.
Mini epilogue
His life together with Lan Zhan was perfect in every way. So perfect that Wei Ying felt that if he did not do something, he would soon grow bored and mushrooms would grow out of him. That was when he pitched the idea of opening an institution for children that would take care of their education and boarding. While he was lucky to have A-yuan, he knew that there were other children who were not so lucky.
Lan Zhan had of course been enthusiastic about the idea. It would be good for A-yuan to have an education and to make some friends in the process, he had said.
In no time, thanks to Lan Zhan’s connections, the Lan institution for children was established. It was not only for the destitute but children of all backgrounds. Word of the school’s quality quickly spread, and parents clamored to send their children in.
That was how A-yuan, now Lan Yuan, would meet Jin Ling, Jing Yi and Zi Zhen and become fast friends with them, getting into all sorts of mischief little boys do.
Notes:
Thank you for your patience! Slightly longer chapter as I wanted to end the story instead of leaving it on a sad cliffhanger.
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