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Did you hear? Apparently, the younger cultivators are wanting to go down the path of demonic cultivating and want to go to Yiling.
Tsktsk, this is such a problem with the younger generation these days. No sense of pride in hard work. Only wanting to take short cuts.
Yiling Patriarch is honestly so scary. Why are the sect leaders not doing something about this…
Well the rumour is… HanGuang-Jun has joined the Yiling Patriarch on Luanzang Hill.
What?! Is this true. What has the world come to. I heard HanGuang-Jun was a very proper person. Wei Ying must have used some weird demonic spells on him. Why is the GusuLan Sect letting Wei Ying get away with this?
Curse that damn betrayer and his pack of Wen dogs.
Shh. Don’t say it too loud. Who knows who could be listening, idiot!
Oh, shut up, I will beat that Wei Ying! He doesn’t scare me.
Amazing, brother! You go, brother!
***
Wei WuXian opened his eyes when he heard birds chirping outside. It was a rare day where he woke up earlier than Lan WangJi. Blatantly, Wei WuXian stared at the person not 2 inches from him on his bed. HanGuang-Jun slept so still, not a hair out of place, so perfect and serene, a “jade” like person as his title suggests. The morning’s gentle light from the window softly covering Lan WangJi like a halo, only making the picturesque scene more flawless. It was as if Lan Zhan had come out of a story book.
That is, if it was the usual Lan Zhan.
There were bruises, both fresh and old, around Lan Zhan’s mouth. Unable to help it, Wei WuXian smiled. Thinking of their activity last night, if Wei WuXian looked below, he would see more bruises around Lan WangJi’s wrists. Of course, there were scratch marks on Lan WangJi’s back as well made by yours truly.
They were the only glaring imperfection on this perfect man. These marks, he hoped they would never heal. It showed people that Lan Zhan was his.
Mine.
Lan WangJi began to stir, and golden orbs stared at his black orbs. Wei WuXian must have accidentally said that out loud and woken Lan Zhan up.
Oops.
“Morning, Lan Zhan,” Wei WuXian grinned and began closing in that 2 inches gap between them. Wei WuXian grabbed and pulled on Lan Zhan’s hair, making the other tilt his head back just a tiny bit to give a morning kiss.
Being used to the pain on his scalp, Lan WangJi, hardly grimaced and let Wei Ying kiss him. “Mm,” he greeted in response.
Hearing Lan WangJi’s voice, even a small ‘mm’, had excited Wei WuXian and he smirked into the kiss, feeling so joyful that morning. Only a little while later did they part from the kiss reluctantly because Wei WuXian wanted to complete their usual ritual as soon as possible.
Wiping the saliva around his mouth, Wei WuXian got up and grabbed Lan Zhan’s white headband, not far off from their bed. Smoothing it out for his Lan Zhan, Wei WuXian turned back to look at what is rightfully his. Black eyes shimmering with desire and thirst, they roamed unto Lan Zhan’s lips, which were delightfully red from their kiss!
“You’re so beautiful Lan Zhan,” he exclaimed, not holding back on his praises as always. Slyly, Wei WuXian glanced at the tip of Lan Zhan’s ears and saw a hint of red spreading. Satisfied, Wei WuXian began putting on Lan Zhan’s headband as per their normal morning ritual. He began to think back how this all happened. How Lan Zhan became his. Just like the rumours, he was also a little surprised when Lan Zhan came to join him on Luanzang Hill. Wei WuXian was drunk on his power at that time, and he forgets things a little too easily.
***
It was a sea of red. The corpses he controlled with his flute, Chengqing, were starting to slow down on the murder of these fool of cultivators that dared to try to invade his home.
Chengqing beautifully sang in the night, accompanied by the screams of the living and the groans of the dead. A harmony to Wei Ying’s ears.
When things finally started to calm down, Wei Ying saw in the corner of his eyes that Lan WangJi dressed in his usual white clothes was approaching him, not a strand out of place.
“…”
Feeling high from the power that was running around in his body, Wei Ying unexpectedly found extreme lust coursing through his system. He looked predatorily at Lan WangJi, the only living thing that was around him. He walked over to where Lan WangJi was, like a panther zooming onto his prey.
Lan WangJi seeing the weird glint in Wei Ying’s eyes, could not help but taking a step back. When Wei Ying noticed the slight movement of HanGuang-Jun, he suddenly moved faster and slammed Lan WangJi onto the tree behind him.
Wei Ying looked at Lan WangJi appraisingly. “Lan-Er-Gege, what are you doing here…Are you here to invade my home too?” He purred as he trapped Lan WangJi to the tree, putting his leg between Lan WangJi’s own.
Lan WangJi looked at Wei WuXian sternly, but was shocked from the clothed touch between his legs. Wei Ying moved his leg closer in between Lan WangJi’s. Never being in this position before, Lan WangJi started to breathe erratically and felt weak to his knees, and slid down onto the ground, his back on the tree for support.
“Came to talk…” He finally managed to get out, trying to return his breathing back to normal.
Seeing Lan WangJi in such a position, a position he was sure nobody has ever seen HanGuang-Jun in, Wei Ying felt a shudder of elation. “No need to talk, Lan Zhan,” purring, Wei Ying moved onto the ground in front of Lan WangJi. He let his fingers lattice around Lan WangJi’s own. Lan WangJi shivered from the touch and gave a wary look at Wei Ying looming slightly over him.
“Lan Zhan…You know it’s only the two of here. It's kind of boring here all by myself,” Wei Ying gave an evil smirk, touching Lan WangJi’s cheek. “Why don’t we mess around a little? Only the heaven, the earth, you, and I will know.”
Trying to get a control of himself, Lan Wangji removed Wei Ying’s hand off of him. After breathing in a deep breath, his golden orbs burnt onto Wei WuXian. “Wei Ying, come back to Gusu with me,” Lan WangJi tried pleading again.
Oh Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying could only scoff at this plea. That is not what he wants, why would he confine himself when he had all this power? But being with Lan Zhan… Doesn’t sound so bad. Then, he got an amazing idea and smiled eerily at Lan WangJi.
“I have a better idea. How about…you stay in Yiling with me?” And to seal the question, Wei WuXian leaned closer to Lan WangJi and kissed him. It was electrifying, the kiss. This was technically his second kiss, but it was strangely familiar with his first kiss that was also coincidentally near a tree as well.
Releasing the kiss, Wei WuXian lustfully stared at Lan WangJi. He used his thumb to smear the blood from the wound on Lan WangJi’s lip that he made from the kiss with his bite, almost imitating a spread rouge. “Ah, of course I won’t force you to stay if you dislike it. But if you don’t dislike it, then—" but before Wei Ying could finish his sentence, he felt hungry lips colliding onto his own. Heat began spread from the middle of Wei WuXian’s chest, and he was not sure why.
Tasting blood in their kiss seemed to only incite Lan Zhan further and he forcefully grasped onto Wei WuXian’s hair, tightening onto the hold when Wei Ying inched closer into their kiss. Shamelessly, Wei Ying decided to shove his tongue into Lan Zhan’s hot mouth, only to have their tongues dance together.
Both being inexperienced in kissing, they lost their breath in seconds and separated their mouth, only a string of saliva connecting them. Not wanting to lose the warmth from the other now that they parted, Wei Ying hugged Lan Zhan by wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s shoulders, and started laughing manically, his eyes flashing red. “Are you finally being honest Lan Zhan?! Is this your answer?” Without waiting for a real response, Wei Ying snuck his hand around Lan WangJi’s back and got hold on one end of the headband he was so obsessed with.
Pulling on the headband to loosen it, Wei Ying was waiting for Lan Zhan to stop him or become mad like he did before. He paused a few seconds for confirmation. With nothing coming, he leaned into another kiss, already addicted to the feeling and drowning in it. “Now then, we have all the time in the world, Lan Zhan.”
Finally, the headband came off, and as it came off, it was as if the self-control on Lan Zhan was released with it as well, and he greedily explored his tongue in Wei Ying even more. Becoming one.
I never had things that I cherished stay with me very long. My real parents, adoptive parents, and adoptive siblings are now all gone. But you Lan Zhan, I will never let you get away from me. They will have to kill me before anybody can remove me from your side. You can’t run away from me now…
***
“Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi’s clear voice startled Wei WuXian’s thoughts out of him.
“What is it Lan Zhan?” Wei WuXian hummed. Finally finishing tying the headband and slipped his finger into Lan Zhan’s hair and twirling it around.
“…I don’t regret it.”
Wei WuXian stopped humming, and he released the hair around his finger. The heart he thought that died a long ago, started beating erratically again.
When Lan Zhan says things like this, Wei WuXian feels a weird panging in his chest, he doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t hate it or like it. To get rid of that feeling, fulfilling his desire for Lan Zhan usually takes care of it.
His long dark hair veiled his expression. “Is that so…” He shifted his weight and pushed Lan Zhan back onto their bed. Black hair spreading out underneath him, clothes in disarray. Black against white, with hints of red, making the scene look lewd. He pressed his mouth onto Lan Zhan’s, biting around his lips during their little breaks for breath, leaving more discolorations on the beautiful face.
Little hitches of gasps came from Lan Zhan, trembling in pleasure whether from the kiss or pain, nobody knew anymore. Wei WuXian proceeded to roam his mouth from Lan Zhan’s lip onto the crook of his neck and shoulder, biting into it hard enough to draw blood. He grinned almost ferally from what he has done and lapped the pools of blood up. “Lan Zhan, you taste so good.”
Hearing the sultry tone of voice from Wei Ying, Lan WangJi could not help shivering from it, along with the pain radiating from his shoulder which turned into desire. He tried to hold back his tears that were creeping up from falling. Wei WuXian who noticed that water threatening to fall down Lan Zhan’s cheek, leaned over and licked the tears around his eyes.
“Do you feel good, Lan Zhan? Me too, let’s do it?” He laughed when he saw Lan Zhan’s eyes clouding over in lust. He tightly grabbed Lan Zhan’s already sore wrist, piercing his skin with his finger nails in the process. Wei WuXian moved Lan Zhan’s hands above his head, pinning it there. “You can’t refuse me,” he lightly threatened, crashing his lips onto the other’s, before Lan WangJi could reply.
How did things become like this? Was this what he really wanted? Wei Ying shook his head. Of course this is what he wants. Why would his heart beat this fast when he hurt Lan Zhan like this then?
Just as Wei WuXian was about to strip off Lan Zhan’s clothes, the door to their room was slammed open.
Looking dangerously annoyed from being interrupted of his fun, Wei WuXian glanced over with just his eyes, a sheen of red appearing. “What do you want,” he growled, but he did not let go of Lan Zhan from his hold.
“Young Master Wei, a crowd of cultivators are heading towards here…” Wen Ning whispered quietly, looking down like a sad puppy that had been kicked. He did not mean to interrupt his master’s morning fun.
Sighing frustratedly, Wei WuXian released Lan Zhan’s wrist, which revealed more bruises underneath.
Lan WangJi’s head was clouded with longing and pleasure, and he moaned in protest when Wei Ying pulled away. “Wei Ying,” he weakly cried out, unable to stop the words in time. Being with Wei Ying like this seems to slightly erode on his self-restraint.
Wei WuXian chuckled, kissing the traitorous single strand of tear that fell down Lan Zhan’s cheek. “I’ll be back after I kill those greedy scums. Then we can proceed where we left off,” he gave a lecherous grin.
Lan WangJi knew he should say something to stop Wei Ying from murdering the cultivators, but the words fell short to his lips. After all, if Wei WuXian can get rid of them quickly, he’ll come back faster, right?
“…Mm,” he replied instead.
Wen Ning waited outside for his master to come out after he got changed. When the Yiling Patriarch came out of his room, he glanced with his red eye to Wen Ning. “Lead the way,” he grumbled. Wen Ning nodded, but before they walked too far from the door, he spotted a young child and nodded.
…
“Brother WangJi…” A young voice came from the door a little while after, opening the door and stepping inside. Lan Zhan had finished getting ready, looking as meticulous as always. As if the heat of the morning a few minutes ago didn’t exist. The only thing that gave it away were the fresh marks on his face and neck, the rest was covered by his white robe.
Lan WangJi looked over at the child expressionlessly, nodding to him in giving permission to come in.
“Were you planning on going somewhere?” The child, Wen Yuan, asked while moving closer.
“Going to go help Wei Ying…” Lan WangJi replied with his usual cold voice and grabbed his sword, Bichen, by the wall, wincing slightly from the discomfort on his wrist.
Wen Yuan shook his head. “Sister Qing wanted me to help with the wounds,” he softly said. He didn’t know why Brother Xian was being so mean to Brother WangJi, but the adults told him it’s complicated. However, it still hurt his heart when he saw the wounds on Brother WangJi.
“Later,” the gaze on Lan WangJi hardened.
The child started to bawl, “No! I need to treat you.” His tears never stopping and he grabbed onto HanGuang-Jun’s leg like he did when he was younger.
“A-Yuan…” Lan WangJi stiffened, but patted the young child’s back and sighed. “Alright,” he conceded.
Wen Yuan stopped crying and looked at the meticulous man. “Are you happy?” Wen Yuan whispered, almost wishing Brother WangJi didn’t hear him.
Lan WangJi was taken slightly aback. Was he happy? He gently touched his wounds on his face and relished in the pain from it. Wei Ying always loved leaving marks on him, especially somewhere very visible.
A territorial marking.
Sometimes Wei Ying would make him bleed too, and Lan WangJi would do his best not to let his tear glands get the better of him. But Lan WangJi wanted to believe it was done out of affection.
Although his family and sect were against him leaving the Cloud Recess, Lan Zhan knew where he belonged.
With Wei Ying.
Wei WuXian was the first one to ever see Lan Zhan as Lan Zhan. Not as a disciple from the GusuLan Sect, but for himself. When his mother passed away, and his father going into seclusion, he never thought he would feel anything again. His heart soared when he thought of being with Wei Ying.
Forever.
Lan Zhan gave a rare smile at Wen Yuan.
“Yes.”