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[the world finally feels like it's headed in the right direction. wei ying had thought that he would get to take lan zhan's hand and just run away when it was all over, he was so disillusioned with all of it. but if anyone can rekindle his hope, it's hanguang-jun. lan zhan is just and strong and intelligent. the only downside to being in love with such a man is that sometimes the right thing to do is share him with the world.

wei ying gradually accepts that. it's easier when he sees how lan zhan rules, unswayed by either prejudice or favors. he spends many of the days sprawled at lan zhan's side, far too casual for some of the older gentry's like, but still there for lan zhan in any way that he might need him. wei wuxian supports, not as his excellency's right-hand man, but as his future husband.

and as his future husband, it's also wei ying's responsibility to see to it that lan zhan relaxes from time to time. he'd snuck back to their room, lighting some relaxing incense, bringing a light meal, putting some clean linens on the bed. he knows how much lan zhan enjoys that, even if they just dirty them up.

wei ying smiles when he hears his other half enter, but then that smile drops at the name.]

Lan Zhan. I was feeling very excited when you came in, but then you had to say that name. Do I say "Lan Xichen" when you're in the mood? Huh?

[ Lan Zhan would not be able to rule without Wei Ying by his side. Sure, they get to be off and away traveling together, but when they are here, when they are governing, it does feel more like a they than a he, even when Lan Zhan is the one making the final decisions. He always asks for Wei Ying's opinion, should they agree or not.

He has to raise a surprised eyebrow at Wei Ying's words, his lips twitching. Now that he's fully in the room, he can smell the incense, see the food on the table. His heart seizes, in the very best way.

Dropping the topic, if only for a moment, Lan Zhan takes off his boots, padding further into the Jingshi to find Wei Ying. Of course, they have to discuss this, because Wei Ying has little choice, whatever Lan Zhan prefers. Which is to keep Wei Ying to his side, always, anywhere.

But Jiang Wanyin did not request both of their presence. Just Wei Ying's. ]

You're in the mood? [ Then, with his hands at his back and his face trying not to betray his teasing: ] What mood?

The mood where I don't want to hear anyone's name on your lips but mine.

[wei ying sighs, sulking for a moment before he looks back at lan zhan. those eyes are so steady on him, the way lan zhan himself has always been. steady. a rock for him to hold onto when he needed it most. wei ying is a troublemaker, accidentally at times, but he'll never deliberately make trouble for lan zhan.]

Did he say why?

[wei ying reaches up to remove his headband, rubbing lan zhan's forehead gently with his thumb before leaning in to press a kiss there.]

Oh. That mood.

[ Which he knew, of course, but he likes how he can afford to tease nowadays, in the comfort and privacy of their home. He can let his guard down when around Wei Ying, even more so because he knows Wei Ying enjoys it. ]

Wei Ying. [ He says then, the name reverent as always on his lips. He hums softly, eyes closing as Wei Ying touches him, does these things to him that only Wei Ying can do, that only Wei Ying could ever do. ]

He wants to visit the family ancestral shrine with you. He's making amends.

[ Which Lan Zhan wants to be able to appreciate. It might take him a few years, if not a few decades, to completely forgive Jiang Wanyin and the sacrifices that Wei Ying made for him to be treated so badly in answer to them, but. They're sworn brothers. If Jiang Wanyin is going to make the beginning of an effort, all Lan Zhan can do is facilitate it. ]

I dislike letting go of you, but he's departing in the morning.

[he longed for it during their younger days, wanting to draw lan wangji into all sorts of mischief with him. he was so strict and cold back then. but wei ying thinks he appreciates these instances of lan zhan's playfulness even more because of it. maybe patience really can be a virtue...it's hard for wei ying to believe.

he reaches his hand back to swat his excellency's excellent ass. yes -that- mood. but then wei ying looks away, a little more somber. he figured those were jiang cheng's intentions. and wei ying would really like nothing more than to finally and completely reconcile with his brother. but time hasn't healed all the wounds between them, and he's worried that things will be awkward.

but yanli would want it. and wei ying owes it to her son, his nephew to give him all the family that he possibly can. the right thing is not always the easy thing, he should know that better than anyone.]

Alright, alright. I'll go.

[wei ying sighs before he looks up and smiles at him again.]

Tomorrow's tomorrow. No one said you have to let go of me tonight.

[he crowds into lan zhan's space and wraps his arms around him. sometimes baby needs attention.]

[ Lan Zhan was strict and cold out of necessity. Because if he wasn't, he would have been letting down his brother, his uncle, his clan, and at the time, it was all that mattered to him. Uphold the Lan Clan values, stay just and right and moral in all ways.

Which is why he'd changed, over the years. Which is why he'd started rebelling against his uncle, as Lan Zhan's beliefs started to shift, as the veneer started to wear off. He realised the world was very different than what he'd thought, for most of his childhood.

When he'd realised he was in love with Wei Wuxian, for his views and the way he'd opened Lan Zhan's eyes, on top of everything else. He lets out an amused little hum at the smack, but stays fairly still and gentle, knowing Wei Ying will have to take this idea in and absorb it for a moment. Lan Zhan reaches out, digging his fingers in Wei Ying's hair, massaging his scalp for a moment, nodding when Wei Ying agrees to go.

A moment later, Wei Ying is pressed up against him, and Lan Zhan hums again, wrapping an arm around Wei Ying's shoulders, and he pushes a kiss against his forehead, thumb brushing his jaw. ]

Are you still in the mood? [ He asks, a hint of a tease in his words. ]

What mood?

[does that sound familiar? this is the troll that lan wangji has fallen in love with, the one who doesn't need to be led into temptation because he finds and makes it all on his own.

wei ying grins at him, trying to shuffle back and pull lan zhan with him. he doesn't want to think about tomorrow. he doesn't want to think about being apart from lan zhan, not when death kept them apart for so long.]

You're only going to say my name for the rest of the night, aren't you Lan Zhan?

[wei ying lifts a hand to the top of his own robes, opening it enough for lan zhan to see some skin, and the mostly faded mark that he left there nights before.]

[ Lan Zhan responds in a way only Wei Ying ever gets to hear - he laughs. It’s short and soft, but it’s heartfelt, brought out of him through Wei Ying’s antics. He moves along with Wei Ying, one hand reaching for that sliver of exposed skin, fingers skimming along the point of a collarbone to curl around Wei Ying’s throat, no strength behind the move. ]

No name but yours.

[ It’s a promise that he intends to keep, until at least much later. For now he is entirely focused on Wei Ying, no one else on his mind that his promised, his beloved. He takes a breath, taking another step closer. ]

Will you only say mine?

[the way that laugh makes him wei ying feel. there's a warmth that starts in his chest and spreads through his entire body, filling the spaces where he once felt his golden core. wei ying has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from giggling along with him. lan zhan's laughter is too precious, he wants to listen to it only.

someone can actually shut wei wuxian up. naturally it would be lan wangji.

he tips his head back gently, eyes still on his beautiful husband-to-be. to-be, he hates that, and it fills wei ying with a sudden wave of impatience, makes him want to damn everything but their wedding. but he's supposed to be focusing on tonight only. lan zhan would be the first to remind him of that.]

Haha, you're really funny tonight. [he gives him a mock annoyed look for that question. who else's name would it be? he's pretty sure that he's said lan zhan's name more than any other in his entire life. he'll say it only for the rest of his life. that thought makes him soften, repeating it again and agian.] Lan Zhan...Lan Zhan.

[his grip tightens on the other man's waist and slides from there to the small of his back.]

Lan Zhan, I want you.

[ If he could just tell Wei Ying that they could elope, that they could take off, get married in a small village somewhere where nobody knows them, he would. But he knows just how much grief doing such a thing would cause both of them, and it truly feels like their patience will be rewarded, in the long run.

Lan Zhan hates it just as much as Wei Ying, the fact that they're not yet married, but he is much better at hiding it. Reaching up, he runs a hand through Wei Ying's hair, the ponytail up on top of his head. He tugs on the ribbon gently, loosening it until it lets Wei Ying's hair down. ]

How do you want me?

[ Completely open and willing, Lan Zhan gives Wei Ying all of his attention, all too ready for anything that Wei Ying might want. ]

[wei ying would be over the moon with that idea. it's just his sort of reckless "follow your heart" style. but deny lan qiren the chance to see them properly joined? to know without a doubt that the yiling patriarch touches lan wangji's innermost robes and headband and strips him out of them? perish the thought.

lan zhan waited for him. for years, he waited. if he hadn't, wei ying might as well have stayed dead. he would wait just as long for him if need be.

he's pushing back the first of those robes now, off of lan zhan's broad shoulders until the fabric slips easily to the floor. he's already taking a breath to answer that question, eyes glittering dangerously.]

In the courtyard, with tiny stones digging into my back. Where everyone can see and hear.

[actually, no. wei ying doesn't mind if people see the marks later and -know-, but he really wants to keep lan zhan to himself. plus, they have a son who's been through enough. he doesn't need the mental scarring and teasing that would come from it.]

Or how about over your guqin table? I bet you can pluck me there until I vibrate. Your fingers can get beautiful sounds out of me too, Lan Zhan. You can even name the song.

[he bats his lashes flirtatiously, grinning around the two fingers of lan zhan's hand that he's lifted and sucked into his mouth.]

[ That Wei Ying would be petty about something like this doesn't exactly surprises Lan Zhan, nor does it bother him. After all, a part of him would feel the same pettiness, wanting them to get married and to force Jiang Wanyin to give them his blessing, because it'd be too insulting not to do so.

But he'd waited. He'd waited so long, he could wait a little longer. He's not even feeling impatient right now, as Wei Ying disrobes him. He straightens his shoulders, staying still for a moment to allow Wei Ying to do whatever he wants. He makes a noise at the first idea, ready to turn it down - as much as he wants everyone to know Wei Ying is his, always, he has too much of an ingrained sense of propriety for that. And while he does want people to know, he also doesn't want to share Wei Ying in such a way with all of Cloud Recesses.

But as he's about to say as much, Wei Ying starts talking again, the words making a soft growl escape Lan Zhan's lips. Goosebumps rise on his skin as images fill his brain, not helped by Wei Ying and shameless actions. He growls again, a little louder, on the edge of desperate. ]

Anything for Wei Ying.

[there's the sound he likes, and wei ying grins to show it. he's always had a gift for getting under lan zhan's skin, he can't help being proud of it. he's aware of just how intensely lan zhan is watching him while he continues to pluck at the fine material of his robes.]

Lan Zhan...what more could you give me?

[it's a little soft and wholly hypothetical. lan zhan has done so much for him, and would still give more. he's given him hard truths and soft looks, and always a blade between wei ying and danger. he's shed precious blood and tears for him. everything is well in the end, but that wasn't guaranteed. wei ying thinks of song lan and xiao xingchen, knows that lan zhan often thinks about them too.

he's lucky. he's so lucky. wei ying groans, because he was feeling so raw and ready to go, but then he had to go and think about how much he loves this man and-

the table will have to wait. wei ying's going to kiss him for awhile first.]

There is much I still want to give you.

[ To start with, a good marriage, one that will not fix everything, but will work towards rehabilitating Wei Ying's reputation, linking it forever to Lan Zhan's. He wants to give him his son back, even if Wei Ying missed so many of his years. He wants to give him security, in all aspects. Wants to give him all the love he was deprived of for so long, when so many people turned their backs on him, when they used him as their scapegoat, made him out to be a demon, all in the name of their own self-service.

Lan Zhan has so much he wants to give Wei Ying. So much, none of it he can put into words. Instead, he can kiss Wei Uing back, his hands fixing to disrobe him as well, slow and careful, unknotting his belt and pushing his robes off of his shoulders slowly, hands roaming all over, hoping to show him what he means with actions, if not words.

Lan Zhan's the lucky one, to have someone such a Wei Ying in his life. To have a second chance at making things right with him. ]

[wei ying is pretty sure that those who still want to gossip and accuse him won't be convinced even by a marriage to hanguang-jun. they'll continue believing that he must've played some wicked tricks on lan zhan's heart. they just won't dare to say it to his face.

he's beyond caring. wei ying wants to marry him because it's lan zhan, the man that he loves. it's nothing less and nothing more than that one unalterable fact. he presses the curve of his smile against lan zhan's mouth when he starts undressing him.]

Mmm, please help me Lan Zhan. I'm so weak and innocent~

[whining. this is one of his favorite games to play, it was with yanli too, except it's a naughty version for lan zhan. wei ying drags him to the ground once they're both naked, his hair fanning out beneath him. he rolls his hips against him until the sounds that lan zhan make turn more gutteral and his hands become more demanding. it turns wei ying on even more. he lifts his head to kiss lan zhan's shoulder while his fingers trace the ridge of a scar there. wei ying whispers his name, gasps and seeks friction between their bodies. he slowly becoming more frenzied.

...but why is he hearing someone else calling for lan zhan too?

his brows knit before wei ying's eyes fly open, wide and alarmed.]

No. [he gasps, one leg already locking in place around lan zhan's hip.] Tell them to go away - nevermind. GO AWAY.

[wei ying shouts at the door himself. whatever reason they have for coming for lan wangji at this hour, whatever emergency there is, it can wait until morning.]

Lan Zhan! Look at me! Only me!

[he wraps his other leg around him, his entire body desperate. people still want to keep them apart, lan zhan, gusu is surely not on fire!]

[ From one moment to the next, things heat up and accelerate with Lan Zhan barely getting to take his time with it. Which he's not mad about, because Wei Ying is all sorts of desperate and frenzied and demanding, which is truly, unbelievably hot to Lan Zhan.

They were just touching each other one moment, kissing intently, and next they were naked, rutting against each other, Lan Zhan considering reaching under the pillow for the small vial of oil they keep there, when he hears the intrusive voice filter through the haze of his arousal.

His fingers close around the vial, and he retrieves it, kissing Wei Ying all over to try and calm him down as Wei Ying clings to him, desperate. Lan Zhan is much calmer, or at least, he presents himself as much calmer, but inwardly, he is boiling over with need, and desperate not to leave Wei Ying. ]

I'll send them away, and come back. What if you prepared yourself for me, my love? I promise, I'll be right back to you.

[ With more kisses, Lan Zhan gently, but firmly, pulls Wei Ying's legs away from himself, kissing the inside of his knee when he sits back, so obviously aroused and bothered - whoever's at the door will definitely face Lan Zhan's most disapproving look ever.

His stomach twists with displeasure as he stands, grabbing his inner robe and slipping it on, holding it closed as he pads towards the door to the Jingshi. It does not much to hide anything, so he steps to the side to hide most of his body as he opens the door, staring down the disciples. ]

Your Excellency -

[ Lan Zhan shuts them up with a look. ]

Is whatever you have to say of such utmost importance it cannot wait for an hour? [ He asks imperiously, levelling the two young men with his most haughty look. They both stammer, before shaking their heads, murmuring something about Lan Qiren. Lan Zhan's jaw clenches. ]

Please tell the Grand Master that I will see him in the morning. And I am not to be bothered further tonight.

[ He closes the door then, not awaiting an answer, and he walks straight back over to Wei Ying, kneeling by his side, touching his side. ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I did not want to leave you, I never want to leave you, [ he says softly, sounding, and feeling, genuinely contrite. ] I just had to send them away. They'll spread the word.

Lan Zhan-

[he's gasping his name now, shaking his head when lan zhan promises to send their unwelcome and uninvited visitors away. he should have some shame about the way he makes lan zhan peel his body from him, but he doesn't.

wei ying lies sprawled and sad when he's gone. but lan zhan promised, and everyone knows he's a man of his word. wei ying picks up the vial of oil, uncapping it while he listens. he almost feels sorry for the messengers. almost. he smiles to himself, getting his fingers nice and slick as continues to eavesdrop.

you know. this is actually sort of working for him.

he can imagine lan zhan's face right now, the cut of his perfect jaw and the piercing intensity in his eyes. wei ying's own flutter closed as he reaches between his legs and back. he teases himself shallowly while listening to his lover's voice, pushing his fingers in deeper with every stern sentence. it just so happens that lan zhan's voice is the sexiest thing he's ever heard when he's using that tone - using that tone but not on him, that is.

this is how lan zhan will find him when he returns with his sweet apologies. wei ying flushed, a little of the oil smeared against his skin. ready but leaving the best parts for lan zhan. more hungry for him than ever.]

Lan Zhan, I love you so much. More than anything.

[and that, the sheer adoration in wei ying's eyes. a gaze that they'd shared long before either of them said the words.]

[ The moment he's returned, Lan Zhan really takes in Wei Ying and what he's doing. Which is what Lan Zhan asked for him to do, but the scene still steals his breath, his eyes traveling all over Wei Ying's body, pausing between his legs, staring at Wei Ying's fingers moving in and out of him.

Lan Zhan inhales sharply, ripping off the robe he hastily put back on and leaning down kiss Wei Ying's chest, licking at one of his nipples, greedy and hungry when he bites down a mark beside it, hands gripping Wei Ying's hips. All the control he exerted to be able to calmly send the disciples away is now slipping away, and his touches are hungrier, a little more aggressive. ]

Wei Ying, do you want my fingers, or just my cock? Are you ready for me?

[ Because Lan Zhan himself is more than ready, aching to be inside Wei Ying, to feel him all over him, the two of them only being one for a moment of pure bliss and passion. ]

[he can see the reaction on lan zhan's face, the awe and the heat in his eyes, and he loves it. he lives for this, lan zhan looking at him and barely holding it together. and he knows that he can let go with wei ying, just like he eventually will, and wei ying will absorb it all. that's one of the many things that they are to each other.

wei ying arches under his mouth, moaning at the little pinprick of pain amidst the pleasure. it just makes it better, reminds wei ying of who he's with and who he belongs to - as if he could ever forget. lan zhan's name keeps falling from his lips like it's the only word wei ying knows.]

I'm ready. Lan Zhan, I'm-

[he pulls his fingers from his body and it leaves him feeing empty and aching. he grips at lan zhan's shoulders in an attempt to pull him over him, catching his mouth and luring him in even more with a kiss.]

I'm warning you, you might have to use a silencing spell to keep all of Cloud Recesses from hearing me tonight.

[ Instead of using a spell on Wei Ying, because he might have said different in the past, but now he'd be hard pressed to ever try to make him stop talking, Lan Zhan pulls back to focus on his Golden Core, pulling out a pinch of spiritual magic and releasing it around them, creating a safe barrier around the Jingshi. No sound coming out, no one able to come in.

Then, he looks down at Wei Ying, letting himself be pulled a little closer, even as he concentrates on getting some oil over his hand, to slick up his cock, before he shuffles closer, on his knees. ]

Here. No one will hear you but me, now. So you can be as loud as you want.

[ And with those words, he moves, pushing inside Wei Ying in one long, smooth stroke, until he's buried to the hilt inside his love, a shiver running down his spine with the sensation. ]

[wei ying's eyes grow wide at the spell around them, the golden fabric of lan zhan's magic that separates them from the rest of the physical. meanwhile, wei wuxian's world is right here with him, within reach.

and reach he does, feeling much better when lan zhan is close. his skin is as smooth as polished jade, and sometimes as cool to the touch. but right now it's much warmer, and wei ying can't help but grin at knowing he's the reason for that.]

As loud as I want? Lan Zhan, that's my dream come true-

[he barely gets the words out before lan zhan is inside of him, making wei ying cry out sharply with the last of his breath. his body arches, but he keeps his eyes open and locked with lan zhan's. it only takes a moment for his body to adjust, for him to be able to breathe again.]

Lan Zhan...Lan Zhan.

[it's only his name, yet wei ying manage to convey so much with it. his longing and his desperation and the sheer love that he feels for him, all taking over his body at once.]

[ Looking down at Wei Ying, Lan Zhan almost smiles, knowing his eyes are pure heat, showing more emotion than he ever does when it's not just the two of them. But in moments like this, like now, he can let go, he can show himself to Wei Ying, and know he'll be loved for it. ]

As loud as you want. [ He repeats slowly, a little darkly. He waits to feel Wei ying's body relax around his own a little before he starts moving, one hand planted on the bed by Wei Ying's head, the other on his hip, fingers digging in.

He moves in slow, but powerful thrusts, tilting Wei Ying's hips up, all the while never taking his eyes off of him, how beautiful he looks. He wants to remember every single second of tonight, engrave it all in his memory, to keep him warm for all the nights he's soon going to have to spend alone.

But not right now. Right now, he has Wei Ying, and Wei Ying has him. ]

I love you, [ He murmurs into the limited space between their bodies, bending his arm to lean closer, closer. ]

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