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Emperor Lan Wangji didn’t run through his own palace. If the white lengths of his sleeves billowed more than usual, it must’ve been a stray breeze. If his shoes were more visible beneath the hem of his hanfu, it must’ve been the work of an absent-minded tailor.
Definitely not because of Wei Wuxian.
“Someone should consult the Oracle,” Jin Guangyao had suggested during the war council. “Isn’t that why His Excellency brought him here?”
Lan Wangji didn’t believe Jin Guangyao’s wide, guileless eyes or soft, dimpled smile. Jin Guangyao was a necessary evil in his council, and far too intelligent to get rid of. But the Emperor would make sure his brother kept an eye on him.
Despite the suggestion belonging to Jin Guangyao, Lan Wangji felt the same feelings he’d become accustomed to in the last few weeks - since he’d brought Wei Wuxian to the palace - tenderness, possessiveness, and boiling desire.
Everyone had learned quickly that Lan Wangji wouldn’t allow anyone else to consult his Oracle. His uncle had initially insisted it was beneath the Emperor to do such shameless things with someone who’d been little more than a son of servants, despite being a ward of a noble family. But Lan Wangji was a Lan, at the end of the day. Once his mind was made, nothing would change it.
Convincing Wei Ying to come to the palace had been difficult, certain his adopted family - the Jiangs - could protect him just as well as the Imperial Family. But after the Incident, he’d been more willing.
With conditions, of course. Wei Ying was still Wei Ying. Wine. Spices. And other things.
Like an unconscious response, the Emperor taking his body through the palace to his Oracle had him thinking only of the other man. As he journeyed - Lan Wangji would slowly move Wei Ying closer to his own quarters over time, if Wei Ying were agreeable - he considered the quarters he’d built for his Wei Ying.
Security in the palace around His Excellency’s Oracle was second only to the personal halls of the Emperor himself. Guards stood at every corner and door, ready to respond if the thick, powerful wards Lan Wangji himself strengthened almost every day were to fall. Several doors led through labyrinthine halls and receiving rooms, meant to confuse and confound potential invaders. Wei Ying was more than able to protect himself, but Lan Wangji would not be moved about his beloved’s protection.
Finally, the Emperor stood before the last door. The one concealing nothing but Wei Ying. It was thick and gold, shining in the low firelight. Wards and protection spells were laced on every layer of iron and gold, patterns of black and red swirling with white and pale blue, lotuses and clouds merging into a pinnacle of artistic beauty. Lan Wangji had commissioned the door long before Wei Ying ever agreed to move into the palace. It hadn’t been optimism. It was the specific brand of Lan certainty and refusal to fail.
Wei Ying had already begun plans to tweak some of the protections, incorporating his own experiments and lessons from his travels. When the architects had complained, Lan Wangji had just stared them down until they realized Wei Ying was the new head designer of the project. Some things, Lan Wangji found, didn’t require words.
Wei Ying’s personal guards were at the door, visually striking pillars of black and white - Wen Ning and Xiao Xingchen. An odd duo Lan Wangji never would’ve chosen, but they were unwaveringly loyal to his Oracle. They’d proven themselves to the Emperor since he’d brought his Wei Ying to the palace. Not everyone was happy Hanguang Jun had his own Oracle, and wanted to remove Wei Ying permanently.
Lan Wangji forced himself to banish those thoughts. Those enemies had been dealt with, and Wei Ying was safe. He didn’t like to linger on dark thoughts when meeting with his Oracle. He still got such precious little time with him.
Wen Ning and Xiao Xingchen bowed to the Emperor, then knocked simultaneously, three times, on the grand door.
Wei Ying was the only one the Emperor would knock for. The Oracle’s door locked only from the inside.
Lan Qiren had almost had a qi deviation when he heard, but again, Lan Wangji would not be moved. He would not lock Wei Ying in, or keep him where he did not wish to be. Nor would he ever force his presence on his precious Oracle.
As with every time the Emperor had knocked, Wei Ying threw the door open with a smile.
It was like the sun came out.
No matter how much or little Lan Wangji could visit, whether it was for a vision or simply to enjoy Wei Ying’s presence, Wei Ying always answered the door with a smile. “Lan Zhan!” he said, filling the door in a flurry of loose, red under robes, unkempt hair barely kept at bay by its ribbon. His silver eyes sparkled with joy.
The Emperor shook his head, taking his Oracle in from his messy hair to his ink-stained fingers to his bare feet, overflowing with affection and tenderness so strong he almost had to take a step back. “Shameless.”
Wei Ying pursed his lips in an exaggerated pout. “So mean to me, Lan Zhan. His Excellency hasn’t been to visit his Oracle all week, and the second he does, all he can say is shameless.”
Lan Wangji wanted nothing more than to bundle his rumpled Wei Ying into his room and slam the door, locking the two of them away from Wen Ning, Xiao Xingchen, the Emperor’s personal guards, and the rest of the world. He didn’t want them to see his Oracle so undone. But he remembered the lock - only on Wei Ying’s side. Wei Ying had to invite him in.
Once the door was shut behind them, the tables always turned. But Wei Ying had all the power in this little part of their dance, and he knew it.
Wei Ying smirked. “Hanguang Jun has been too busy to visit… But maybe I’m too busy for His Excellency now.”
Lan Wangji could practically feel his personal guards stiffen behind him, but Wen Ning and Xiao Xingchen simply smiled - small and hidden, as if they didn’t want the Emperor to see. As if he’d ever get rid of two of the very few people Wei Ying personally beseeched Lan Wangji to allow him to keep near.
His Wei Ying asked for so little. He still didn’t believe the Emperor would give him anything.
There were a hundred and one things that had kept the Emperor from his Oracle. But to Lan Wangji, none of them were a good enough reason to present to Wei Ying.
“This one has no excuse,” Lan Wangji said, “and humbly begs the Oracle’s forgiveness.”
Everyone else was probably shocked to hear the Emperor ask forgiveness from someone who’d been little better than an orphan ward in their eyes a few weeks ago, but Lan Wangji only had eyes for one person.
Wei Ying’s silver eyes widened, and a faint blush stained his cheeks, like red lotus blooming in clear water. How his Oracle was so stunning, at all times and without even trying, the Emperor would never know. Even if he did, he didn’t think it would work for anyone but his Wei Ying.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, breathlessly scandalized as a smile stretched across his face. He grabbed the Emperor’s hand, “You can’t say things like that,” and pulled him into the Huashi. The Flower Room, built specifically for his Oracle, raised at Lotus Pier.
The Emperor let himself be led, but once they both stood in the Huashi, the unspoken rules changed. Lan Wangji was in control now and Wei Ying knew it.
He flipped his wrist to dislodge Wei Ying’s grip, and grabbed the other man’s wrist with his own hand. He spun to face Wei Ying, crowding him against the slowly closing door, using their combined weight to slam it shut. Both of Wei Ying’s hands were pinned above his head, chest thrust out to rub deliciously against Lan Wangji’s with every heaving inhale. The Emperor, in his many layers, barely felt any more than pressure. Wei Ying, clad only in his inner robe, surely felt every brush of fabric against his skin.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Er-gege,” Wei Ying began, already breathless at the press of Lan Wangji’s body. The Emperor felt just as overcome, but he was a Lan. The forehead ribbon constantly pressing on his skin was a reminder: restraint. Self-discipline. He would shed them with his Wei Ying, in some ways. Wei Ying always said he wanted Lan Wangji free and wild - no trappings when he was with his Oracle.
But Lan Wangji knew Wei Ying appreciated his control in specific circumstances.
Wei Ying was still speaking. Lan Wangji would have to seek punishment for not listening later, as he’d been entirely too distracted by his Oracle’s body. Hard and strong, mere centimeters smaller than his. Fire had been sparking between them since Wei Ying opened the door, so rumpled and careless.
“ - I was kidding, of course, you know that my Lan Zhan. I would never deny you entry to the Huashi - ”
Lan Zhan couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned in and captured Wei Ying’s lips in a searing kiss. Every point of contact between them was open flame, hands, chests, hips, and lips increasing the temperature in Lan Wangji’s body until he was certain he would burst into flame.
“You can,” Lan Zhan finally said, lips practically still kissing Wei Ying’s so the words were more slurred than any the Emperor would ever utter in public.
“Hmm?” Wei Ying asked, huge silver eyes blinking slowly and expression dazed, as if drunk.
Excessive pride is forbidden, Lan Wangji told himself, wrangling his reaction to putting that expression on Wei Ying’s face. “You can forbid me,” he told Wei Ying. “The Huashi is yours. You may allow or bar entry to anyone.”
Wei Ying blinked several more times, that sharp intellect Lan Wangji loved so much returning. “Ah, Lan Zhan? The palace is yours,” he said with a bright smile, settling against Lan Wangji’s hold on his wrists. Neither made any attempt to move. “Who is this humble servant to refuse the great Hanguang-Jun, His Excellency himself?”
Lan Wangji shook his head. “Not here,” he said. “You know that. Do not play, Wei Ying.”
The man in his arms grinned. “I know, I know, my Lan Zhan. You’ve made it very clear. Even putting the lock inside my room! Giving this humble Oracle all the power over the great Emperor, all the power so no one but my Lan Zhan can come in and have their wicked ways with me, ah - mph!”
Lan Wangji was a simple man. The mere thought of anyone knowing his Wei Ying the way he did, of sharing his bed and sparking his visions of the future, sent him into a rage. The only response was to furiously seal their lips together, imprinting himself on to Wei Ying’s body, mind, and desire so deeply that he’d never even think to joke about such things again.
Wei Ying gasped, perhaps an attempt to speak, but the second his mouth opened Lan Wangji obliged the invitation by plundering his Oracle’s mouth with his tongue. No matter what Wei Ying had been doing - whether he tasted of the spicy food he loved, Emperor’s Smile, or Lan Wangji’s release - he always tasted better than anything Lan Wangji had ever had.
Mind set firmly on his goal, Lan Wangji put Wei Ying’s hands down by his side, pressing them firmly into the wall to communicate his desire for the other man to leave them there, and began quickly but delicately removing Wei Ying’s robes.
“Shameless,” Lan Wangji growled, baring more and more of Wei Ying’s honey skin to his voracious eyes.
“But, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying languished, keeping his wrists where Lan Wangji had placed them - for now - but rolling his head against the wall to arch his back more under Lan Wangji’s eyes. Preening, presenting himself, trying to get on his Emperor’s good side. “How can I be shameless? I’ve been in the Huashi all day, just tinkering with inventions. I had no idea the esteemed Hanguang-Jun would visit and I would need to be appropriately dressed…”
“Lying is forbidden,” Lan Wangji snapped. No matter how short notice, a messenger always ran to inform the Oracle when the Emperor was coming.
Wei Ying whined and moved his hands to grip Lan Zhan’s sleeves, his torso now bare to the waist. “But Lan Zhan, Lan Er-gege…”
In a flash, Lan Wangji had both of Wei Ying’s wrists our of his sleeves and pinned above his head with one hand, the other tying them together with Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon. “So rough, Your Excellency,” Wei Ying gasped. “How can you be so rough with your poor Wei Ying - ?”
“Lying is forbidden,” Lan Wangji repeated, finishing tying off his ribbon and holding Wei Ying’s hands in one of his. He leaned in close, relishing the height he had over his beloved, incandescent Sun. “Wei Ying likes it.”
“Oh, Your Excellency is so smart,” Wei Ying said between labored breaths, his body writhing against Lan Wangji’s. The Emperor could feel Wei Ying’s erection through the fabric of his pants, so Lan Wangji shifted his thigh to pin Wei Ying’s lower body to the wall. Wei Ying continued to move like an animal in heat, rubbing himself so brazenly against the Emperor. But his title on Wei Ying’s lips had Lan Wangji pausing.
“Yours,” Lan Wangji said, leaning in even closer, resting their foreheads together.
“Hmm?” Wei Ying hummed, eyes wide and dazed as they gazed into Lan Wangji’s gold ones. His hips paused their wicked ministrations against Lan Wangji’s thigh. “Mine? My… Oh, My Excellency?”
“Mn.”
“You’re all mine, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asked, rolling his body as much as he could under Lan Wangji’s. Every single inch of him was a siren’s call, and Lan Wangji wanted nothing more than to drown.
“Mn.”
With that, Lan Wangji swept Wei Ying into his arms.
“Oh!” Wei Ying exclaimed with a laugh, his bound hands curled against his chest as he made a token struggle. “So big and strong now, carrying the whole cultivation world on your back. How can you possibly find time to see me? How do cultivators function without their Hanguang-Jun, my Lan Zhan, my Lan Er-gege to guide them? Every moment you’re away must be a struggle, but Wei Ying needs the Emperor’s attention too - oh!”
With Wei Ying, Lan Wangji was always a balance of rough and gentle. As such, he abruptly silenced Wei Ying by leaving a tender kiss on his lips before tossing him on to the bed.
Watching Wei Ying’s body bounce on the sumptuous red sheets was enough to make Lan Wangji fully hard.
The Huashi had been built with no one but Wei Ying in mind. A huge window - warded, of course - with a generous balcony had a view of the exterior of the palace. It would’ve been safer to have his Oracle in an interior room, but Lan Wangji knew Wei Ying would hate not having a view of the outside world. So, he compromised. The room was warded just as heavily as his and Lan Xichen’s. It made no difference to the Emperor if Wei Ying was technically on the Imperial Family registry or not. He would do anything in his power to protect Wei Ying.
Several doors branched off the palatial bedroom, one that went to a workshop where Wei Ying could experiment to his heart’s content. All Lan Wangji asked was that he kept someone nearby, in case something happened and Wei Ying couldn’t run for help. So far, Wei Ying had always done as Lan Wangji asked.
The other door led to a spacious bathroom, with water piped from both hot and cold springs in the mountains surrounding the palace. It had been an astronomical expense, but Lan Wangji didn’t care.
The bedroom itself was a tribute to his Sun, his Brightest Star, his Wei Ying.
Red, gold, black and purple dominated in a storm of colors not seen anywhere else in the Cloud Recesses, the seat of the Lan Empire. The most prominent feature was the bed - on a raised dais, set along an empty wall with red sheets and a black curtain surrounding it. He knew his Wei Ying liked to sleep in. And sometimes, Lan Wangji liked to close them both in the massive bed, shut out the rest of the world, and pretend he could do nothing but ravish and master and dominate his Wei Ying over and over and over for the rest of their days.
There were other things nearby they both liked to use, yet keep out of sight. Lan Wangji was sure several of them would be used before the night was over.
“Lan Zhan, be gentle with me,” Wei Ying pouted, bound hands splayed dramatically over his head as he writhed on the bed, bare feet digging into the mattress as his long, elegant, clever fingers gripped the red sheets. Black hair fanned around Wei Ying’s head and shoulders, an irresistible contrast against his skin.
Lan Wangji didn’t speak, but straddled Wei Ying to gently undo his loose hair ribbon, careful to cradle Wei Ying’s head and not snag a single precious, ebony hair. He let his powerful thighs cage Wei Ying’s, keeping the whining man beneath him still.
“Oh, my Lan Er-gege is so sweet now, but only moments ago you threw me down here. What are you going to do with that ribbon, Lan Zhan? You’re staring at me so insistently,” Wei Ying said with a smile, as if he didn’t know exactly where Lan Wangji’s mind went.
They didn’t always play this way, but Lan Wangji was wound tight, and he knew Wei Ying was, too.
I’ll never part from him again for so long, Lan Wangji vowed to himself as his gentle caress of Wei Ying’s head, keeping it suspended off the bed, turned into a harsh, biting grip in his hair.
Wei Ying gasped, eyes screwed shut, arching up what little of his body he could move as he tossed his head back into Lan Wangji’s grip, unconsciously asking for mercy.
Unable to resist such a clear invitation, Lan Wangji shoved the middle and ring fingers of his free hand - easily his longest fingers - into Wei Ying’s hot, wet mouth.
Wei Ying sputtered, silver eyes flying open and settling on Lan Wangji’s. Whatever he saw - surely nothing but the undying, untamed lust and affection for the man spread so helplessly beneath him - had his eyes melting to mercury. His mouth became a vacuum, lips wrapped obscenely around Lan Wangji’s intruding fingers. Wei Ying’s tongue lapped thick and wet at the digits, sucking them deeper and deeper until they hit Wei Ying’s throat. But Wei Ying just sucked them down deeper, taking every centimeter Lan Wangji was willing to give.
Lan Wangji pushed deep - just for a moment, just to savor Wei Ying choking, suffering for him - before withdrawing his slick fingers. “Good boy,” he murmured, gently caressing Wei Ying’s cheek and wiping his own spit off on his soft skin. Wei Ying looked soft and hazy still, sinking deeper and deeper under Lan Wangji’s domineering actions. That snapped the Emperor back into himself. He was on a mission.
Lan Wangji maneuvered Wei Ying’s head and tied his Oracle’s hair ribbon over his own eyes, shuttering that silver gaze behind flat red.
“So cruel to me, Hanguang-Jun, my Lan Er-gege,” Wei Ying pouted, whining again when Lan Wangji effectively lashed his bound hands to the headboard. Wei Ying wiggled again against his legs. “And you’re still fully clothed, Lan Zhan! What would the people say if they knew what horrors to which the Emperor subjected his poor, defenseless Oracle? I can’t even touch you and now I have to live without - ”
Lan Wangji didn’t bother to respond with words. He made quick work of the rest of Wei Ying’s clothes until the Oracle was nothing but a long expanse of bare, honey skin. Muscles played beautifully under the surface, interrupted only by the dark hair under his arms and around his crotch, and the two nipples adorning his chest like twin crowns. Unable to resist, Lan Wangji leaned over and licked a broad, firm stripe over one of Wei Ying’s tempting, hard brown nipples, puckered up from cool air and arousal.
Wei Ying’s ramble choked off, hitching for a moment before melting into a long, low moan that shot heat right down Lan Wangji’s spine to his cock.
The Emperor wrapped his lips around Wei Ying’s nipple and sucked, determined to ignore the heat slowly boiling over in his body to focus on his Wei Ying.
“Ah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying choked. “So dutiful and honorable.” He gasped, trying to writhe again, but Lan Wangji sank his weight further down and pinned his Wei Ying to the soft sheets. His sweaty skin was slick against Lan Wangji clothes, and the Emperor felt his Oracle’s hard cock on his stomach through the layers of robes. His strong hands gripped Wei Ying’s legs behind his knees and raised them up, parallel to his torso, to pin them to the bed. The whole time, Lan Wangji continued his delicate torture of Wei Ying’s nipple, teasing it with sucks like a limpet, teeth, and lips. The other hardened further, flushing almost as red as the one in Lan Wangji’s mouth, silently begging for attention.
“His Excellency does his duty so well, fucking his Oracle hard enough to knock the visions loose,” Wei Ying continued rambling. Often, Lan Wangji had considered simply gagging his Oracle. The visions silently played out in his mind, and he could only detail them after he’d come down from the pleasure-soaked high. But Lan Wangji, despite all the Lan discipline, was selfish with his Wei Ying. He would hear his Oracle’s voice.
Not that gags didn’t intrigue them both. Even Wei Ying had brought it up.
Maybe someday.
Lan Wangji leaned back, maintaining suction on Wei Ying’s nipple until the force of him pulling away finally detached his lips with a resounding smack!
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying shrieked, shoulders twisting and head tossing with the limited movement he had available. Lan Wangji could fully tie him down. Probably would. But for now, he let his Wei Ying wither.
Lan Wangji admired the angry, red flesh, stark on his lover’s chest like a drop of blood in a pot of honey. “Not duty,” he said, eyes slowly crawling from Wei Ying’s chest to his half-covered face, mouth lolling open in a desperate, needy pant.
“What?” Wei Ying breathed, shaking his head. Following his instinct and impulse without any further thought - a rare thing for the esteemed Jade Emperor - Lan Wangji reached out to Wei Ying’s desperate, untouched nipple and lightly grazed the tips of his fingers across the nub.
“Gah! L-Lan… Er-gege… Mercy, please have mercy on this poor servant - ”
Pleasure curled in Lan Wangji’s chest and cock, mirrors of the same pulsing, hot desire. The Emperor grinned.
“This will never be a duty to me.”
“Lan Zhan!” The Emperor felt Wei Ying’s hips trying to buck under his, to rut into Lan Wangji’s own need, but the Emperor kept his weight mercilessly on his poor Oracle. “You can’t say things like that! How many times must I beg for mercy before the esteemed Hanguang-Jun sees fit to bestow it upon this poor soul?”
“Patience. Wei Ying does not want mercy.”
Wei Ying’s lamenting cry soaked the air with sex and pleasure. Lan Wangji was roused, of course, at his lover’s cry, but forced any reaction under his skin. Even if Wei Ying’s eyes were covered.
The Emperor retrieved soft but strict hemp ropes from under the bed. The waiting basin of water on the bedside table told Lan Wangji what Wei Ying wanted, so he briefly soaked the rope before applying it to his lover. It coarsened the texture, biting more sharply into Wei Ying’s skin.
Lan Wangji moved with ease and confidence of experience. His plans took time, but the end result was more than worth the effort.
Wei Ying was ever more a vision between his thighs. Lan Wangji threaded a simple but effective chest harness around Wei Ying, then hooked rope under his knees and attached them to the harness, keeping his legs bent and pinned to the side, out of Lan Wangji’s way. Wei Ying’s cock, balls and hole were vulnerable and bare between his forcibly spread thighs. After a moment’s consideration, Lan Wangji tied his ankles to the tops of his thighs, fashioning a quick harness around his hips to keep everything in place. For the crowning touch, Lan Wangji braided Wei Ying’s silky, ink-black hair into the ties around his arms, finishing them off at the headboard so Wei Ying was forced to keep his head up and straight. He couldn’t hide or thrash without a mean bite to his scalp.
Through it all, Wei Ying remained loose and pliant, only his mouth running off in protests and lamentations and appeals for mercy Lan Wangji knew he absolutely did not want. Only one word would stop the Emperor’s wicked desires, and Wei Ying had never said it.
Lan Wangji adjusted the chest harness so the roughened rope just happened to graze Wei Ying’s poor, poor nipples, one darkened with a hickey that fed the Emperor’s possessive, hungry side.
“Oh, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying groaned, already so mindless he couldn’t control the drool slipping from his mouth to the pillow beneath his head. Lan Wangji left it, relishing every vision of his Oracle coming undone. “I can’t.”
Lan Wangji leaned back to sit on his knees, giving himself an unobstructed view of Wei Ying’s cock. It was bright red, so thick and angry and curled against Wei Ying’s stomach, the tip slowly leaking a tiny puddle of precum on his skin.
Wei Ying’s harsh pants were music to the Emperor’s ears, fingers itching for his guqin. “Hanguang-Jun, oh merciful Jade Emperor, please bestow your kindness on to this poor servant - ahh, Lan Zhan!”
“What is it, Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asked, the tips of his fingers gently stroking up and down the underside of Wei Ying’s cock. It twitched madly, precum squirting to more than double the size of the puddle between Wei Ying’s hips.
Lan Wangji absently dipped his index finger into the puddle, swirling it in a small circle. Wei Ying was gasping and begging and crying, blindfold soaked to the shape of his face.
When the Emperor brought his wet, circling finger to the tip of Wei Ying’s cock, the Oracle screamed. “Lan Zhan, I will die! You’re killing me, your poor Oracle, your poor servant who would do anything for you - ”
“Then endure.”
And Wei Ying did. He endured - suffered - so beautifully under Lan Wangji’s practiced, unstoppable hands. It was the only kind of suffering the Emperor ever wanted his Wei Ying to experience for the rest of his life - spine-melting pleasure.
While one hand busied itself polishing the tip of Wei Ying’s crying cock, the other returned to Wei Ying’s chest.
“Please, Lan Zhan, please leave them alone,” Wei Ying begged, fully sobbing now, trying to wriggle in his harness but only succeeding in yanking his own hair and moving the abrasive hemp rope across his nipples again. They were both red now, one still much darker than the other. His Wei Ying deserved nothing less than perfect symmetry.
Lan Wangji’s fingers stopped just above Wei Ying’s unmarked nipple. The Oracle hadn’t said their special word, but still… “Are you saying it?”
“Lan Zhaaaaan, I - ”
“Wei Ying,” the Emperor snapped, stilling his fingers on Wei Ying’s cock and removing all stimulation. Wei Ying’s whine was so high-pitched, it imitated a tea kettle. “Answer your Emperor, or all shall cease.”
“But the vision,” Wei Ying gasped, “I’ve heard… The invaders… You need - ”
“Need Wei Ying to be well.”
“But this vision could be important - ”
“Wei Ying is most important.”
Silence reigned for long moments - both men holding their breath until Wei Ying finally broke with a long, drawn-out, “Lan Zhaaaaaaan!”
Lan Wangji still refused to touch his Oracle. Wei Ying hadn’t said their word, but he also hadn’t assured Lan Wangji it was alright to continue. The Emperor knew his Oracle had few limits, and they probably stretched beyond even what he was comfortable doing to the other man. But Lan Wangji had brought Wei Ying here. Had pined for years, only to now successfully have a place in Wei Ying’s heart. It was Lan Wangji’s job to ensure Wei Ying was well, always. Even if Wei Ying enjoyed pretending to beg for mercy.
“Please touch me, Lan Zhan, my body is on fire!”
The Emperor would not be moved. “Are you saying your word, Wei Ying?”
“You must warn me, Lan Er-gege, oh great Hanguang-Jun, your words are so few but cut me to the quick! How is anyone meant to survive you, Lan Zhan? I never know how to feel, my greatest beauty, it’s as if you’ve turned every moment to flame!”
It still wasn’t an answer. Lan Wangji waited.
A few more exclamations, exaltations, and pleads later, Wei Ying finally said, “No, Lan Zhan, I’m not saying my word. Please touch me, I’m begging you.”
So, touch the Jade Emperor did.
Reassured, Lan Wangji’s right hand went back to Wei Ying’s cock, and his left began idly tormenting his Oracle’s vulnerable, needy nipples.
“Lonely,” Lan Wangji mused, the small, sadistic part of him that he only allowed minimal freedom whispered wickedly in his mind. His fingers latched on to the less blemished nipple, pinching and twisting furiously, conducting Wei Ying’s gasping, crying, whining voice like a guqin. The sharp bite of nails was accompanied by harsh inhalations, whereas the tender stroke of thrumming fingers brought a low, harsh moan.
“Every part of me is lonely without you, Your Excellency,” Wei Ying gasped. His breathy, almost frantic tone fed Lan Wangji’s ego considerably. “Hard, soft, sharp, sweet, whenever you’re away my body yearns for you - my nipples burn, my cock weeps, my hole aches, my tongue, eyes, nose, mouth - Maybe there are more permanent measures His Excellency can take to ensure his Oracle never forgets to whom he belongs.”
“Mark your words,” Lan Wangji growled, yanking harshly on Wei Ying’s nipple simultaneously as he abandoned Wei Ying’s cock and pulled his heavy, warm balls away from his body.
“Ahhh, Lan Zhan! It feels too good, I’m gonna cum - ”
“Not without permission.” Lan Wangji held Wei Ying down while he screamed and cried, watching his twitching cock like a hawk until it settled down.
Lan Wangji fixated on a specific thing Wei Ying said. It wasn’t part of his plan, but a good Emperor knew when to improvise.
Abandoning Wei Ying’s lower half for now, Lan Wangji quickly disrobed - ignoring Wei Ying’s protests that his eyes were still covered, and therefore unable to admire the site of the naked Emperor - and dragged his rock-hard cock and balls up Wei Ying’s body until he settled on his diaphragm. Not his full weight, of course, but enough that Wei Ying would just begin to struggle to breathe.
“Will do my best to keep Wei Ying’s shameless body occupied,” Lan Wangji said, reaching for the spare hemp rope sitting coiled like a viper on the bedside table.
Lan Wangji allowed it to drag slowly across Wei Ying’s skin, the delicate skin of his underarms, even behind Lan Wangji to Wei Ying’s sensitive, accessible genitals. After minutes of this had Wei Ying flushed all over, Lan Wangji set to work on the chest harness. Originally, it left Wei Ying’s nipples with several generous inches of clearance before framing them in rope. Clearly, this had been an oversight.
“Oh,” Wei Yin huffed when he felt what Lan Wangji was doing - tying criss-crossed rope over Wei Ying’s peaked, angry nipples. “How does no one know the truth of Hanguang-Jun? Not just wise and handsome but cruel and insidious and mean - ”
“Keep going,” Lan Wangji said as he finished, leaving each nipple with a sharp, cruel pinch before surrendering them to the rough, biting ropes. His tone was flat, but Wei Ying could sense it - the dare, the promised punishment underneath. “I’ll make sure to get clamps for next time.”
And Wei Ying wouldn’t be the man who tamed the Jade Emperor’s heart if he didn’t rise to the challenge.
“I must read more books to find more synonyms for cruel, Lan Zhan. Brutal, inhuman, barbaric - ”
Smack!
Lan Wangji used his hand to slap Wei Ying’s ass, right at the thickest part, but still hard enough to sting. Wei Ying wailed, squirming as much as he could, but still said nothing to end their play. They had done this too many times for Lan Wangji to be afraid to fulfill his beloved’s limits.
Wei Ying babbled ceaselessly, his voice a balm to Lan Wangji’s ears, which had gone too long without hearing him. The Emperor moved quickly and efficiently, and in under a minute he had entirely disrobed and retrieved the necessary oils to ease the coupling of two men.
When he settled below his beloved, Lan Wangji maintained his distance, keeping the kiss of bare flesh from Wei Ying. They both wanted it - touch and connection - but Wei Ying really wanted to be tormented. And Lan Wangji would always give Wei Ying what he wanted.
Lan Wangji doused the middle finger of his right hand in oil before boldly caressing the pucker between Wei Ying’s legs. He truly wanted to use his mouth, but neither he nor Wei Ying had the patience for it this time.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying cried, his whole body jerking as much as it was able. The minimal amount of movement pleased a dark, strict, hot part of Lan Wangji.
“Mn.”
Ignoring Wei Ying’s even louder, more insistent protests and shrieks, Lan Wangji slowly and thoroughly opened his lover.
“Oh, Lan Er-gege, Hanguang-Jun, there’s no reason to be so careful!” Wei Ying gasped, desperately wiggling in an attempt to present his body more favorably so Lan Wangji would fuck him sooner. The Jade Emperor would not be moved. Though he so desperately wanted to be. “You know I’m always ready for you, even when we don’t see each other! I use that big, thick toy you gave me on nights when I’m so lonely and pretend it’s you here with me over and over and over. Please, please just get inside me, it’s been too long, I miss you too much!”
“Hmm.”
Lan Wangji loved the truth his beloved spoke when they were like this. Normally, Wei Ying would never admit to missing him. Wei Ying didn’t want the Emperor to feel guilty for attending to his duties instead of him. But knowing his beloved wanted him near just fanned the burning desire and tender affection he already felt for his Oracle.
Lan Wangji’s feelings passed love ages ago. But he couldn’t tell Wei Ying yet.
Ignoring his Wei Ying’s crying pleas, Lan Wangji slowly and inexorably prepared his beloved to receive his body. Like an altar, Wei Ying would be thoroughly prepped to receive Lan Wangji’s ardent devotion.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, molten gold eyes sweeping his lover - from his long, silky bound hair, trussed arms, covered eyes, tightly contained chest and thighs, all the way to his angry, leaking cock and stretched hole, desperately gripping Lan Wangji’s (now four) fingers. “Ready.”
“Finally! Lan Zhan, please - !”
Wei Ying’s words choked off when, without any further ado, Lan Wangji slammed his cock all the way into Wei Ying’s twitching, waiting hole.
Tight, tight, tight, was Lan Wangji’s mantra, as he held still, fully sheathed in Wei Ying’s body. They had been apart too long, but surely Wei Ying hadn’t been this tight before? It almost stole Lan Wangji’s mind, clouding his senses and enveloping his brain with the mindless, consuming need to rut.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whimpered, calming the beast in the Emperor’s mind and bringing him firmly back to the moment. He focused on the present. Wei Ying’s skin - pure fire against his hips, but the Emperor would gladly be burned every day if it meant being this close to his beloved. Wei Ying’s scent, like gunpowder and ink and faintly of sandalwood - the hair oil he’d “stolen” from the Emperor. The pure, decadent vision of his beloved spread beneath him, straining and sweating.
Thus grounded, Lan Wangji moved. Slow, at first, both to tease Wei Ying and keep himself in check. Then, once he had a firm grip on his control, faster and faster.
Wei Ying’s mouth dropped open, sometimes soundless and sometimes moaning, crying, whining, begging. His every sound was beautiful - like a song, weaving music and poetry. Lan Wangji had one hand on the middle grip of the chest harness, placed specifically in mind for the Emperor to grab and pull his Oracle’s bent, contorted body fully on to his thick engorged cock. The other hand roamed, sometimes teasing Wei Ying’s angry, desperate cock, pinching the soft, sensitized skin of his inner thigh, or delivering light, stinging slaps to his ass.
Lan Wangji was a disciplined man. However long it took, he would wait until his beloved was at the peak of pleasure. It was his duty, and utmost privilege.
Finally, the pitch of Wei Ying’s moans changed. Exactly what Lan Wangji had been waiting for - his every motion pushing his lover toward their eventual end, his every sense trained on Wei Ying’s delicious, wicked reactions.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said, finally settling his roaming hand on the ropes around Wei Ying’s hips, giving him double the thrust and leverage to bury himself in his beloved. Wei Ying’s cock was now lonely and untouched, red so angry it was almost purple, and constantly leaking cum onto Wei Ying’s chest and ropes.
Desire arched down Lan Wangji’s spine, settling low in his stomach - the sight of his beloved in such a state never ceased to make him instantly ravenous, and he didn’t think it ever would. His own pleasure was secondary, though his every careless movement and expression was made to have Wei Ying believe Lan Wangji was only out for himself. It was a delicate balance, but it was for Wei Ying. Lan Wangji was singularly devoted to anything Wei Ying wanted.
But Wei Ying just moaned, face scrunched behind the red ribbon covering his eyes, as if in a world so far away he couldn’t hear Lan Wangji.
And Lan Wangji refused to be anywhere without his love. He’d bring Wei Ying back, or follow him.
“Wei Ying,” he repeated, lightly running his finger tips down Wei Ying’s side. It wasn’t quite a tickle - that didn’t do it for either of them - but it was enough of a light, purely innocent sensation to catch the writhing, bound man’s attention.
“Hnn,” Wei Ying whined, desperation in every inch of twitching, sweating, needy flesh. “Lan Zhan.”
“You know what you need to do,” Lan Wangji said, tapping the tip of Wei Ying’s throbbing, jerking dick, ignoring the choked gasps of his lover. “Ask permission.” But he kept tapping.
“Lan… Er-gege… I - I can’t stop, it’s too much - ”
“Wei Ying will stop,” Lan Wangji said, full of powerful certainty. Gold eyes dragged across his lover again, relishing in the trust and love the man had for him to allow himself to be so bound, so dragged to the depths of his desire he could only beg and whimper and cry for relief.
Relief Lan Wangji was more than happy to give him. In due time.
“Please, oh Lan Zhan, my love, Er-gege, Hanguang-Jun, please make me cum, please, please, oh, I’m begging you! Please, you make me feel so good. No one could ever make me feel like this - but I’ll never know because I never want anyone but His Excellency - My Excellency - ”
Lan Wangji fisted Wei Ying’s cock, hard and unforgiving. “Cum.”
Wei Ying erupted beneath him, his whole body writhing and warping like burning grass, cum spurting over his chest and torso, and all over the Emperor’s hips and thighs. Lan Wangji gritted his teeth against the tight, hot vortex of his lover’s hole around his cock, concentrating only on milking Wei Ying through his orgasm. He pumped his lover’s dick and continued his steady, measured thrusts, allowing Wei Ying the fullest extent of pleasure.
Lan Wangji had loved Wei Ying for years. These darker desires weren’t only for one or the other of them - they both enjoyed it. But in Lan Wangji’s heart, he only wanted the best for Wei Ying. The best pleasure, the best life, the best love. Wei Ying had decided he wanted all of those things from Lan Wangji.
And the Jade Emperor was a servant at the feet of his Oracle. There was nothing Lan Wangji could do but follow Wei Ying over the edge, body a pillar of flame, his own orgasm crashing into him and hollowing him out, leaving him listless and swaying but refusing to stop pleasuring his beloved.
When their dual orgasms hit, spiritual energy rushing between them like a river flowing both ways, Wei Ying gasped. His back bowed at the limit of the bonds and his mouth dropped open in a soundless scream. Lan Wangji threw the red ribbon blindfold aside, baring his beloved’s beautiful silver eyes - just to him.
With the pleasure crashing between them, waves of boiling pleasure lapping at their bodies from head to toe, Wei Ying’s eyes truly glowed. Like the moon, they softly illuminated what the candlelight in the room missed, bathing everything in muted, pale light.
Lan Wangji’s hips kept moving, stroking their combined pleasure higher and higher, but his eyes were stuck on Wei Ying’s. The Emperor would swear he could see actual stars in his Oracle’s eyes, swirling like a molten constellation.
Eventually, both their bodies were spent. Wei Ying was still lost in his vision, so Lan Wangji went to work.
The Emperor undid the ropes and gently checked Wei Ying’s skin, rubbing healing creams into any spots where the ropes - or Lan Wangji’s teeth - bit too deep. Wei Ying loved the marks, but Lan Wangji refused to let them linger without treatment, even against Wei Ying’s direct request at the beginning of their relationship. Lan Wangji had agreed to hurt Wei Ying within the bounds of their play - he loved it as much as his beloved - but beyond that, he refused to be a source of even mild discomfort unnecessarily.
Lan Wangji cleaned them - himself quick and efficient, but lingering and gentling over his Wei Ying, avoiding the cream. It wouldn’t do to further agitate Wei Ying’s sore spots. The Emperor set aside their dismantled tools of pleasure to be properly cleaned and stored later, retrieved the tray of fruit, materials for tea and wine from the table by the door - he’d missed it on his way in - and returned to the bed.
Wei Ying’s eyes were dimming, but still glowed, celestial and more beautiful than anything Lan Wangji had ever had the privilege of experiencing. Except, perhaps, Wei Ying’s smile.
Lan Wangji set the food aside on the table for when Wei Ying woke, put a heating talisman on the teapot, then climbed into bed and folded his lover in his arms.
The visions could take minutes or hours. They often made Wei Ying jittery, anxious, and almost sick. Wei Ying had confessed, the only thing that abated those symptoms was returning to himself in Lan Wangji’s arms when the vision ended. So, Lan Wangji would wait. Holding his beloved was never a hardship.
Forty-five minutes later - not too long, as far as visions went - Wei Ying’s eyes finally closed and he groaned, curling into Lan Wangji’s chest. His head tucked under Lan Wangji’s chin, and the Emperor didn’t even mind the sweaty, wild hair in his mouth.
“Lan Zhaaaaan, how long?” Wei Ying whined, burrowing his face into the expanse of chest in front of him, as if he was a bunny trying to burrow into warm blankets. His breath tickled over Lan Wangji’s bare skin.
The two of them should visit the bunnies soon, Lan Wangji thought.
“Less than an hour,” The Emperor replied, gently petting Wei Ying’s hair. Despite their activities, even his short time in the palace had softened the dark strands. His other hand quickly snaked out to retrieve grapes from the food plate, worming them between Wei Ying’s body and his own. “Eat.”
“But, Hanguang-Jun… The vision - ”
“Eat.”
Wei Ying sighed, but didn’t try to hide his smile. Lan Wangji’s chest exploded with affection as Wei Ying began eating, delicately, lips and tongue pulling each lush, purple grape into his mouth. Lan Wangji moved the bunch around as Wei Ying ate, offering only the juiciest, most vivid pieces of fruit. Taking care of Wei Ying after their play was almost as pleasurable as the play itself.
Wei Ying’s life had been difficult, even growing up as a noble ward. Lan Wangji wanted only good things to happen to his Oracle for the rest of their lives.
This continued for some time, grapes changing to peaches, lotus seeds, and roasted spicy nuts. Slowly, the duo sat up - Wei Ying still sprawled on Lan Wangji’s lap and chest - and the Emperor gently fed his Oracle (now-brewed) tea and wine. Wei Ying gasped and sang praises as soon as he saw the Emperor's Smile, “but it’s nothing compared to yours, Lan Zhan,” he said, poking each of Lan Wangji’s cheeks before drinking a cup.
Lan Wangji - the Jade Emperor - did not blush. No matter what Wei Ying said about his ears turning red.
“Now,” Wei Ying said with a sigh, setting the remnants of food back on the tray and wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji. He burrowed his face into the Emperor’s skin, mouth hovering right where his shoulder met his neck. Light jolts of lightning heat raced over Lan Wangji’s body with Wei Ying’s every breath. “The vision?”
Lan Wangji tightened his grip around Wei Ying. If he only had one wish, it would be to sit like this forever, knowing his beloved was safe, happy, and content in his arms.
But for now, he set that aside. He was the Jade Emperor, and he had a job to do. “Yes, my love.” He dropped a quick kiss to Wei Ying’s inky hair, delighting that his sandalwood scent came from the strands. “The vision.”