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The distant sound of voices wakes Wei Wuxian. He feels hot, sweaty, and irritated as hell. Indignant at being woken like this, by alphas who are supposedly trying to curry his favor. There’s no way for him to be certain about the time here inside of the cave, but it doesn’t matter: he’s tired, he’s hot, he’s horny, and he wants to rip their throats out with his bare hands.
He closes his eyes harder, trying to snuggle into his nest and ignore the sounds, but their voices and tromping are growing closer—much closer than he would prefer. With a growl, he sits up, planning to stomp right out of his cave—but pang of need hits him abruptly, doubling him over with the force of it. Whining, he tries to fight back against the onslaught of desire that’s overwhelming him, smoothing over his irritation.
Maybe... it wouldn’t be so bad if one of the alphas came in here. His body—it needs it, right? It needs—he needs—
He thinks of golden eyes, full lips with a smile like dawn breaking, a scent like the forest in the morning dew. Thinks about what it might be like to have Lan Wangji inside him, filling him up. Tears spring to his eyes with the force of his sudden desire, and his nails sharpen to points as he grips the nest with all of his strength.
“Laaa… Lan Zhan!” he cries, but Lan Wangji doesn’t come, he’s all alone, why is he all alone? Why is nobody knotting him? “LAN ZHAN!”
A sound of desperate frustration tears from his throat, and he turns onto his stomach, crawling towards the cave opening with blurry vision. Another pang hits him and he collapses, curling in on himself. He’s so… he could scream with the force of his need. Fumbling fingers search for where his hole clenches around nothing, slick running down his thighs. When he slides three inside it’s still not enough, a fourth and he wants to scream with how empty he still feels. It wouldn’t surprise him if he put a whole fist inside and it still wasn’t enough; what he needs is a knot. Lan Wangji’s knot.
It was so stupid of him not to beg Lan Wangji to follow him back to his cave last night. Who even was he last night? A fool, clearly. He should’ve presented himself to Lan Wangji when he was in the cradle of his arms, but instead here he is, cold and empty.
The wet sound of his fingers pumping in and out of his hole serve as a reminder of what he’s not getting, but taking them out seems worse. If he doesn’t have something inside of him, he might wither away before he can get a knot.
His heat has ever hit him so strongly before. Never has he been so struck with need that he can barely function, and especially not this fast. Wei Wuxian tries to think, through his heat-addled brain, about what his last heat had been like… he remembers it passing in relative ease, even laughing at the sounds of the desperately rutting alphas nearby. He’d left his nest with a pep in his step, teasing them that he hoped they’d have better luck next time—even though it was clearly his own doing that they hadn’t had any.
It doesn’t feel so easy, this time. He’s not entirely certain he can make it to the mouth of the cave, even though he’s trying. After he calls out for Lan Wangji again and receives no response, Wei Wuxian decides to sacrifice having something in his hole in order to move faster. Though he hardly cares in this state, he isn’t entirely gone yet, so he grabs a blanket from the nest and wraps it around himself like a cape. Hands grasping the inner edges of the blanket, he trudges to the entrance.
Outside, the noises from the alphas are louder—there’s shouting, growling, and the dull thud of skin hitting skin. Wei Wuxian blinks into the bright morning sun as his eyes adjust, and his mouth drops open when he processes what he’s seeing.
Looking for all the world like a wild animal, Lan Wangji is in a fistfight with an alpha Wei Wuxian doesn’t quite recognize. His golden eyes are flashing, sharpened teeth bared and blood dripping from his split lip. His usually pristine robes are covered in dirt and leaves and splatters of blood that don’t appear to be his. At his feet are two hopefully only concussed alphas, and three more are ganging up on him. Unfortunately for them, one Lan Wangji is worth twenty normal men, in both physical prowess and intelligence.
One of them—Ouyang something or other—jumps onto Lan Wangji’s back, arms circling around his neck. Lan Wangji moves backwards and slams the other alpha into a tree; there’s an audible crack when his spine meets the bark, so loud it has Wei Wuxian wincing. Lan Wangji doesn’t even pause as the other man slides from his back and onto the forest floor. In an instant, he’s darting forward, almost too fast for Wei Wuxian to track, hands latching around the throat of a Nie. The Nie alpha kicks at him wildly, fingers trying to scratch at Lan Wangji’s eyes, his face going red and veins bulging as he struggles to breathe.
When he goes limp, collapsing into the brush, Lan Wangji rounds on the third man, who’s been prowling around the edges—waiting for Lan Wangji to be tired out from fighting the other four. Lan Wangji doesn’t look a bit tired—instead, his rage seems to boil over as he lunges for the last of his opponents, aiming a fist at his face. The other man smirks, haughty, and twists away from Lan Wangji’s fist.
Lan Wangji’s other fist is waiting for him; when it connects with his cheek there’s a crunch of bone, and he cries out in pain, clutching his face. His mouth is bleeding profusely, and Wei Wuxian wrinkles his nose at it. The stench of rutting alpha is pungent in the clearing, but Lan Wangji’s soothing sandalwood is a relief among the sour smells.
Though Lan Wangji hasn’t noticed him yet, Wei Wuxian can smell his own scent sweetening to appeal to him as he takes a step forward. His hole clenches, wanting, and his cock throbs with the force of his arousal.
“Lan Zha—” he starts to say, cut off by a hand around his mouth, muffling his words. Another grabs his right hand, twisting his arm behind his back. His blanket drops from his shoulders, baring an awful lot of skin to the morning air, leaving only his left hand to keep it from falling to the ground.
“You smell,” the mildew-scented alpha says into his ear, “so good.” Wei Wuxian would recoil if he could move much at all; as it is, his shoulders raise and he cringes, feeling utterly disgusted. He tries to struggle, but Wen Xu only pulls his arm in tighter, making stabbing pain shoot through him.
Luckily, Lan Wangji heard Wei Wuxian before his mouth was covered, and he looks nearly crazed as he races toward them. “You cannot, Wen Xu. The rules state—”
“Rules are boring, don’t you think? Besides, pretty little Wei Wuxian here hasn’t said no. I’m sure one could smell how much he needs it for miles. I’m just taking care of things, since you’re clearly so busy,” Wen Xu says, a little sardonic laugh in his voice.
Lan Wangji looks like he’d love to tear Wen Xu’s throat out without any further conversation as he stands in front of Wei Wuxian, his fists balled so tightly his bones jut from his skin. “You have not given him a chance to say who he chooses as his alpha. Release him, so that he may choose.” Lan Wangji’s voice is tight, betraying how tense he is beneath his measured words.
“Fine! Fine. Let the great Wei Wuxian tell us who he wants to fuck his little hole,” Wen Xu says snidely. He lets go abruptly, and Wei Wuxian stumbles forward due to how much he was straining against Wen Xu’s hold.
It was calculated, Wei Wuxian thinks as he falls directly into the solid warmth of Lan Wangji’s chest. To protect Wen Xu from Lan Wangji’s vicious reaction to his crassness, distracting him with an omega in heat deposited into his arms. The blanket fully falls from Wei Wuxian’s body as he throws his arms out to catch himself, leaving him in the nude.
Lan Wangji is quick to remove his outer robe and drape it around Wei Wuxian’s body; it smells like sweat and forest and Lan Wangji’s scent. When Wei Wuxian takes a deep inhale of it, he almost starts purring, but the presence of the unwanted alpha stops him. He’s deeply rankled that Wen Xu is still here, and he can hardly understand why he hasn’t turned tail already. Lan Wangji cuts a very imposing figure, and most with any sense wouldn’t dare to challenge him.
He curls his fingers into Lan Wangji’s robes and leans his forehead against him, on purpose this time. Lan Wangji wraps a protective hand around the back of his head, tucking him in close, and Wei Wuxian heaves a sigh.
“Don’t you think you’re cheating a little?” Wen Xu says. “You’re loading him down with your pheromones, what an unfair advantage!”
“I’m still a person, Wen Xu, capable of making my own decisions and being able to tell that you smell like dishwater,” Wei Wuxian says, turning his head solely so that Wen Xu can see how his nose wrinkles. “Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan smells good. Lan Zhan is the alpha I want.”
Lan Wangji’s comforting hand grips him a little tighter, and Wei Wuxian can hear his heart speeding up in his chest. He smiles to himself, nuzzling into Lan Wangji’s neck.
Wen Xu growls and bites out, “Why would you want to marry into Gusu Lan, Wei Wuxian? That eager to never have fun again? Or is it that you want Lan Wangji to recite rules to you during your heat about how often he’s allowed to fuck you?”
“Every word you say makes me feel like my brain is slowly dying.” Wei Wuxian doesn’t even see worth in offering rebuttals to what Wen Xu has said; he knows what’s true, and it doesn’t matter to him in the slightest what Wen Xu thinks. He just wants him to go away already.
“Leave,” Lan Wangji snarls. “Your presence is unwanted here.”
Lan Wangji is showing an awful lot of restraint, if you ask Wei Wuxian. He’s no alpha, but he imagines if a willing omega with slick gushing down their legs were in his hypothetical arms, and another alpha was posturing mere chi away, he’d separate the alpha’s head from their body. Hell, Wei Wuxian is tempted, even with things as they are now.
He turns his face back to Lan Wangji’s chest, nosing into his robes that are—frustratingly—covering his chest; Wei Wuxian would like to get his mouth on it. His scent is soothing to Wei Wuxian, even as it stokes his need, each inhale intoxicating. The longer Wen Xu continues to stand there—therefore standing in the way of him getting fucked into incoherence—the more aggressive he feels.
Finally, Wen Xu seems to recognize when he can’t have something, but it seems like an unfamiliar feeling. A true spoiled son, never once hearing ‘no’ in his lifetime and completely unprepared to deal with it.
“Fucking bullshit, Lan Wangji. Like the Lans even need an alliance with the Jiangs. Selfish.”
Lan Wangji does not have a propensity for explaining himself, but the mere suggestion that Wei Wuxian is a pawn or possession seems deeply angering to Lan Wangji, if the souring of his scent and the tension in his frame are anything to go by. Still, Wei Wuxian doesn’t quite expect the next words that come out of his mouth.
“I would count myself as fortunate if mating and marrying Wei Ying provided my sect and myself with nothing but the pleasure of his presence. If it is selfish to want him for love, then consider me so.”
“You call each other like he’s already yours,” Wen Xu spits. “Perhaps the two of you shouldn’t have wasted everyone’s time.”
With that, he stalks off, his thumping footsteps scattering every creature in the vicinity. Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t have any more patience to care about what Wen Xu is doing.
He turns his attention back to Lan Wangji and his robes, working at the tie around his waist. But then Lan Wangji grabs his hand?! Wei Ying frowns deeply. “What are you doing?”
“I did not catch you,” Lan Wangji chides, voice rough.
Wei Wuxian laughs. “Of course you caught me, did I not just fall into your arms? That counts and I want you to fuck me. Rules followed.” His hands jerk from Lan Wangji’s grip, going straight back to the sash and fiddling with the knot.
“It does not count,” Lan Wangji says, though it takes him a great deal of difficulty to say. He doesn’t sound as resolute as Wei Wuxian would expect, and he’s ripe with the scent of an alpha in rut. “I must catch you on my own merit.”
Wei Wuxian stops trying to untie Lan Wangji’s robes and raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re certain this isn’t just a ploy to chase me?” He drops Lan Wangji’s robe from his shoulders and starts to walk away, purposefully sashaying his hips. Turning around to walk backwards, he says coyly, “And what will you do when you catch me, Lan Zhan? Tackle me? Would you force yourself on me? Make me take your knot and your bite, so I have no choice but to be yours? I would let you, you know.”
Lan Wangji’s lips are parted, and he takes a jerky half step forward, like he’s regretting saying Wei Wuxian should do anything that carries him further away. And of course he is, deep in his rut like this, but the instinct to give chase remains strong in alphas and omegas, even as it’s been abandoned as anything but ceremonial.
Turning around again, Wei Wuxian runs his hands over his hips, down to the curve of his ass, and parts his cheeks to show his hole to Lan Wangji. It’s dripping with slick, red and throbbing with need. “Do you see how much I want you, Lan Zhan? Don’t keep me waiting.”
Without another word, he bolts, arms pumping as he runs. He’s always been faster than Lan Wangji, but he wonders if, with the boost of his rut, Lan Wangji might be able to catch him this time. It’s not like Wei Wuxian is especially eager to get away anyhow, so he’s definitely not running as fast.
Lan Wangji’s footsteps are strong and sure behind him, and he almost wants to laugh in delight. He wouldn’t have expected to be in this situation. Naked as the day he was born, slick running down his thighs, Lan Wangji hot on his heels. Not that he has time to think about the details now, but he really thought that he would let this heat pass like all the others. Maybe he should’ve known it was different the instant he accepted Lan Wangji’s gifts.
He’s running in a straight line, not even trying to evade Lan Wangji, because… Well, he really, truly doesn’t want to. His instincts are rebelling even in the pump of his arms and legs; he wants, he wants, he wants…
Wei Wuxian stumbles on a gnarled root, but he never meets the ground—steady arms catch him, seamlessly pulling him into the circle of Lan Wangji’s embrace. Lan Wangji’s arms are a crushing pressure around him, yet still he shivers hard enough for his body to wrack, the desperate gnawing need in him bubbling over.
“I have you,” Lan Wangji breathes into the curve of his neck, and he does, he does. Wei Wuxian grins, overjoyed and relieved. Lips skim over his scent gland, teeth gently scraping, and he only narrowly avoids coming just from that.
“You do, you have me,” Wei Wuxian says, further baring his neck to Lan Wangji. “What are you going to do with me?”
In lieu of answering, Lan Wangji pulls away, making a bereft whine come from Wei Wuxian’s throat. But before he can protest further, Lan Wangji is pressed against him, still clothed but with the scorching line of his cock freed and pushing between Wei Wuxian’s legs. He spreads them apart helpfully, and Lan Wangji slides inside of him without ceremony.
His hole is so wet and open, aroused and wanting as he is, that it’s only a little difficult for Lan Wangji to get his cock inside. Maybe a normal man would have no trouble, but Wei Wuxian’s hole is tight this early on in his heat—unused—and Lan Wangji’s cock is considerable. Wei Wuxian has never had a real cock in him before, but he thinks that it wouldn’t normally be quite this large.
“La-Lan Zhan,” he pants. “Your dick is huge, has anyone ever told you that?”
There’s mirth in Lan Wangji’s voice when he answers. “You are the first.”
Though it’s a conversation of his own creation, Wei Wuxian is suddenly viscerally jealous of anyone else who might’ve had occasion to tell Lan Wangji that his dick is big. He has to know: “Has anyone else ever—seen it, or, ah ah ahh Lan Zhan! I’m trying to talk, stop thrusting so hard.”
“Stop talking,” Lan Wangji retorts, fucking into him even faster and hard enough that he can barely keep his legs underneath himself.
“I - can’t - help - it!” Wei Wuxian chokes out. “If you’re near me I, ngh, ahh, I have to say something to you.”
His legs start to wobble and he lets them, putting on a show of not being able to hold himself up anymore until Lan Wangji wordlessly pulls out—eliciting a cry of dismay from Wei Wuxian. He tugs Wei Wuxian closer and turns him with surprising gentleness. By contrast, there’s nothing gentle about the way he lifts Wei Wuxian into his arms and guides his legs to wrap around Lan Wangji’s waist, fast and a bit rough in his eagerness. Wei Wuxian’s arms reach automatically to cling to Lan Wangji’s neck, and he’s lowered onto Lan Wangji’s cock once more, gravity helping it go deeper than before.
Lan Wangji kisses Wei Wuxian deeply, large hands coming to grip his ass as he bucks his hips. Every thrust drags Wei Wuxian’s cock against the silk of Lan Wangji’s robes, smearing precome on them. Mind blinded by pleasure, he can do little but take the brunt of Lan Wangji’s strength as his cock fucks into Wei Wuxian over and over again. His orgasm bursts from him, come spilling between them, but Lan Wangji keeps going.
Wei Wuxian grows even more excited as he feels Lan Wangji’s knot begin to form, the wide edge of it catching on his rim with every thrust. “Give it to me, Lan Zhan, give it to me,” he says, their lips close enough that they brush together as he speaks. Lan Wangji takes his mouth again, kissing him with a near-frantic intensity as his knot pushes inside. He keeps rocking his hips until at last it’s fully seated inside of Wei Wuxian, tying them together.
Face dropping to Lan Wangji’s shoulder, Wei Wuxian pants heavily, catching his breath. Lan Wangji’s breaths, too, make his chest heave, but even as it does, he begins to walk.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, where are we going? I’m cold, you have to hold me close,” Wei Wuxian whines, rolling his forehead against Lan Wangji’s shoulder like a sullen child.
Lan Wangji must know his complaining is nonsense, yet still he adjusts his hold, trying to more thoroughly envelop Wei Wuxian in his voluminous sleeves. Wei Wuxian strengthens his hold around Lan Wangji’s neck, nuzzling into his scent gland—exposed now that his outer layer has been lost to the forest. Lan Wangji stiffens almost imperceptibly before he tightens his grip on Wei Wuxian.
“Better?”
“Mm, yeah, my Lan Zhan takes care of me so well,” Wei Wuxian murmurs, placing a soft kiss on Lan Wangji’s scent gland. He doesn’t react physically this time; instead, his scent grows stronger, a sweeter note to it, like he’s pleased.
Lan Wangji seems to know already where his nest is, and somehow Wei Wuxian finds that even more arousing. Not that there’s anything to be done yet—Lan Wangji’s still filling him up, knot holding him inside. When they pass the clearing where he was fighting the other alphas before, it’s empty. They must have realized that Wei Wuxian has selected an alpha already.
The best alpha.
He tries to rock on Lan Wangji’s knot, the motion forcing Lan Wangji to pause and steady himself. Really, he can’t go far, but his instincts are bubbling to the surface as Lan Wangji’s knot begins to recede, demanding he be fucked and knotted again as soon as possible.
Lan Wangji grips the back of his head, tugging his hair until it stings; the pain calls Wei Wuxian into focus as Lan Wangji kisses him again, licking into his mouth. Wei Wuxian leans into it, knot-rocking momentarily forgotten in favor of kissing.
It’s because of this that he doesn’t notice Lan Wangji’s knot has fully gone down, not until Lan Wangji is lying him down in the nest and his cock slips out—much to Wei Wuxian’s chagrin. He gets a breathtaking view as Lan Wangji kneels over him, gaze locked on Wei Wuxian as he removes his robes, layer by layer. The anticipation is too much for Wei Wuxian to bear; he nearly pounces on Lan Wangji, but his alpha seems to know what he’s thinking and levels him with a warning glare.
Once he is at last divested of clothing, Lan Wangji fits himself over Wei Wuxian’s body, brushing their noses together. Lan Wangji kisses his forehead softly before he slides back inside of him, hips lazily circling in a way that feels more like a tease than anything substantial.
His eyes flick just past Wei Wuxian’s head, and then he smiles with his eyes alone. “You used the pillow.”
Wei Wuxian’s cheeks warm. “Maybe,” he says, just to be difficult. Clearly the pillow is in the nest. They can both see it.
“I hoped you might,” Lan Wangji murmurs, thrusting hard, once, as if to punctuate his sentiment. His hips still, but any complaints Wei Wuxian might have offered never form as he sees the serious look in Lan Wangji’s eyes. “There is no honor in this world higher for me to hold than to be the one who loves you. I know you have been hesitant to take a mate. I hope to prove to you the merit.”
Wei Wuxian can’t take such sincerity laid upon him, especially not in this vulnerable position. He throws his arms over his eyes, shielding his face and his rapidly heating cheeks from Lan Wangji’s intensity. With a laugh, he says, “Lan Zhan, you really like me so much? I can’t believe it, that’s so embarrassing for you!” He moves his arms to cast a teasing look at Lan Wangji, who is watching him speak with an impassive expression. “How long have you liked me?”
Lan Wangji takes one of Wei Ying’s hands in his own and kisses his palm. “I have loved you since the instant we met. It took me longer to realize.”
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian yelps, as though Lan Wangji has said something truly scandalous to him. “You did not. You couldn’t stand me when we first met! You would never touch me or look at me.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji agrees, making Wei Wuxian gasp as if he’s appalled. Lan Wangji sets Wei Wuxian’s hand down in favor of brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. “I did not trust my behavior. Wei Ying is captivating.”
Wei Wuxian can’t stand this even a moment longer; he tries to use the element of surprise to flip Lan Wangji onto his back, but Lan Wangji has too many years of training—even without expecting it, his reactions are fast. He catches Wei Wuxian’s hands when he tries to shove at his shoulders, and Wei Wuxian’s arms shake with the effort of trying to overpower him. Every cun that Wei Wuxian’s arms give seems to rile them both further.
Abruptly, Wei Wuxian allows his arms to crumple; all of Lan Wangji’s strength had been pushing forward so he falls—the moment of imbalance allows Wei Wuxian to slide away, Lan Wangji falling hard on his left arm. Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to push his other shoulder so he falls flat on his back and pretends not to notice how Lan Wangji simply allows him to straddle his waist. There’s no time to care about what Lan Wangji is letting him do, because the most important thing is getting his cock back inside, stopping the cum already in him from dripping out.
Hands eager and uncoordinated, Wei Wuxian guides Lan Wangji’s cock to his hole and sinks down on it; as soon as it’s inside, he starts to ride, thighs rippling with the effort of keeping up with the pace. Lan Wangji’s mouth parts, and with his hair fanned around his head it’s easy to see his reddened ears. His hands come up to rest on Wei Wuxian’s hips, gently stroking and squeezing the soft skin there as Wei Wuxian moves. The look in Lan Wangji’s eyes—like he wants to devour Wei Wuxian—is far too much for Wei Wuxian to handle; he leans forward and nearly crashes their mouths together with the force of it, kissing Lan Wangji with an aching desperation.
Sooner than he expects—sooner than he wants—another orgasm is ripping through him, his body tensing, his moan so loud he almost can’t believe it’s coming from his own mouth. There’s a tremor in his legs, his bounces turning into a slow grind.
Lan Wangji rises suddenly, one strong hand coming to protect Wei Wuxian’s head as he shoves him onto his back and slips out. Like a needy little barnacle, Wei Wuxian cries out and winds his legs around Lan Wangji, loath to be parted from him.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, like it’s a promise he’s whispering into Wei Wuxian’s skin. “Wei Ying,” breathed into the curve of his neck, an exaltation. He presses an open mouthed kiss there—tongue sliding over Wei Ying’s scent gland, razor teeth scraping the skin.
With a vise grip, Lan Wangji forcibly pulls Wei Wuxian’s thighs away from his waist; Wei Wuxian is keen to fight back, but his limbs feel like jelly. He murmurs his complaints regardless, asking why Lan Wangji would separate them, telling him how cruel and unyielding he is to do this.
“I will never part from you unless you wish it,” Lan Wangji says, and then he flips Wei Wuxian onto his stomach.
Wei Wuxian is left with his moist breaths against the blankets for company as Lan Wangji moves away, digging in his supplies. A few moments later, he returns; the anticipation of what he might do is electrifying. Wei Wuxian doesn’t look—he wants to draw out the feeling, loving that he doesn’t know what Lan Wangji will do next.
Nimble fingers grasp his ankles, pressing one against the other as Lan Wangji begins to… tie them together?!
At this, Wei Wuxian turns his head to look at Lan Wangji, bleary eyes cut to slits. “Lan Zhan? You’re tying me up, like caught prey?”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji replies, placing a kiss on the base of his spine. Somehow, just that little noise sounds impossibly smug. Wei Wuxian expects Lan Wangji to fuck into his hole at any moment—is eagerly anticipating it—but he’s instead surprised when Lan Wangji turns him onto his back once again and something much smaller presses against his hole. The hot, wet thing pushes inside of him, lips fitting around the rim as Lan Wangji licks and sucks. Not just sucking his hole, either, but the cum—he’s sucking the cum out of Wei Wuxian’s hole.
He feels almost disgruntled when he realizes, not wanting to lose even a single drop, but when he shifts, Lan Wangji’s hand reaches up to the center of Wei Wuxian’s chest to shove him down. Wei Wuxian can do nothing but collapse under the force of it; the strength Lan Wangji is displaying is more than Wei Wuxian has ever been on the receiving end of before, and he moans in response.
“Lan Zhannn,” Wei Wuxian whines. “You would bully this poor, feeble omega? Deny him the relief of your knot? I never knew Hanguang-jun was capable of such cruelty.” Lan Wangji ignores him, wholly unphased by his complaining. If anything, his tongue grows more insistent, as though he can drown out Wei Wuxian’s petulance with the sloppy noises it makes.
Wei Wuxian, for all his protesting, feels the tightening low in his gut, his whole body tensing and arching up from the nest. His hands find their way into Lan Wangji’s hair, gripping it like an anchor, tugging him closer, closer—until Lan Wangji uses that broad hand over his chest to pinch one of his nipples. A warning. His vision is blurry with tears and hazy arousal, but when he looks down at Lan Wangji, he sees—Lan Wangji’s golden eyes staring back at him, pupils dark pools, his breathing notably heavy. Even now, though, his mouth and tongue move slowly around Wei Wuxian’s rim, inside, brushing over his taint. Like he can’t stand to stop.
Chest heaving, Wei Wuxian drops his head back to let the feeling overtake him—but Lan Wangji abruptly pulls away. Why does he keep doing that, Wei Wuxian is surely going to die—
He’s turned onto his stomach, and suddenly things are much better, because Lan Wangji’s body is draped over his, Lan Wangji is wrenching his arms above his head, is pinning him down against the nest. Slick and cum are dripping down Wei Wuxian’s legs, and he feels Lan Wangji’s cock slide upwards, catching on his hole. It takes him until Lan Wangji pulls back again to realize he was holding his breath.
“Inside, inside, inside,” Wei Wuxian whimpers. “I need you!”
Lan Wangji nips at his ear and hums, as though considering it. He squeezes his legs tight where they bracket Wei Wuxian’s and pushes forward again, but his cock doesn’t go in—it slides between Wei Wuxian’s thighs, slow and torturous and not into Wei Wuxian’s hole.
“La-Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, like he’s about to show him something. And he is, really—he does his best despite being underneath Lan Wangji to lift his hips and bend his spine into an appealing curve, to twist his head to the side to showcase the line of his neck.
And Lan Wangji spanks him!
The smack of his palm meeting the curve of Wei Wuxian’s ass resounds throughout the cave, and his wobbly moan in response is impossible to hide. A hot flush of shame envelops him, and he growls at Lan Wangji, trying to cover for the wash of arousal. Lan Wangji hitting him like this, shouldn’t he dislike it? Shouldn’t he feel angry, rather than feeling like he’s been electrified from the inside?
So he growls, and struggles underneath Lan Wangji, trying to break free of his hold, to slip out from underneath him. Lan Wangji tightens his grip on his wrists, and Wei Wuxian writhes feebly, knowing he can’t escape him, not wanting to, but putting up a show of it anyways. He wants Lan Wangji to make him submit.
Lan Wangji bites down hard on Wei Wuxian’s neck—not hard enough to break skin, nor in the right place for a mating bite. He feels helpless under those teeth, held in place, his attention narrowing down to that sharp point of pain. His body goes limp of its own accord, the fight vacating him all at once. His brain is a little fuzzy at the edges, pleasantly so, and he feels like he could come, just like this.
He doesn’t get to find out. Lan Wangji aligns their hips and slams his cock in all at once, sliding into Wei Wuxian easily, his hole wet and inviting. Lan Wangji’s teeth stay steady on Wei Wuxian’s neck, digging in as he fucks into him, the obscene squelching and slap of his hips echoing in the little cave.
Lan Wangji’s cock is so big that every thrust would hit those sparking nerves regardless, but it seems like he’s aiming for it, his cockhead finding it with unnerving accuracy. Wei Wuxian’s own cock bounces wildly, uselessly between them, weeping precome and entirely untouched. He doesn’t need it touched, only needs Lan Wangji’s hands holding him in place while he pounds into him, his teeth in his neck, his warm, muscular body pressed close.
They’ve both been waiting too long, bodies aching for one another; it feels like a relief when Lan Wangji’s knot begins to catch on his rim. Wei Wuxian is made for this—Lan Wangji, holding him down, Lan Wangji fucking him ruthlessly, Lan Wangji tying them together with his absurdly large knot. His disappointment in the pace slowing is drowned out by the ecstasy of being knotted, Lan Wangji slowly working his knot into Wei Wuxian’s hole.
“I can’t take it, I really can’t, you’ll break me, it’s too big,” Wei Wuxian rambles. Lan Wangji ignores him in favor of seating that “too big” knot fully inside of Wei Wuxian. Not even freeing his mouth to point out that Wei Wuxian has already taken his knot, that Lan Wangji has already fucked him loose and filled him with cum with the open sky as witness.
Hot warmth floods his hole, Lan Wangji’s hips grinding into him like he just can’t help it. Wei Wuxian only has a choked hiccup’s time to revel in the feeling of Lan Wangji’s spend spilling inside him before Lan Wangji is sinking his canines into Wei Wuxian’s neck—solidifying the mating bond, flooding Wei Wuxian with a heart squeezing, all consuming feeling of… love.
The pain of the bite is blinding but in a pleasurable way. Such sensation, paired with the rightness of knowing that this is what he’s been looking for all this time—that he was always meant for Lan Wangji and Lan Wangji was simply waiting for him—has Wei Wuxian hurtling toward another climax.
The orgasm that follows has to be the most intense that Wei Wuxian has ever had, his entire body seizing, shivering, shaking with it. With all the intensity of a storm swept in from the sea, he comes, spilling into the nest, slick gushing from his hole. His moan sounds almost anguished, halfway between a scream and a sob. He doesn’t feel like just one person anymore, certain that he could never go back to just being Wei Wuxian, alone.
Awareness returns to him in pieces, starting with the feeling of kisses deliberately placed next to his tender new mating bite, on the nape of his neck, between his shoulder blades. In between each kiss, Lan Wangji murmurs, “Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying.”
They’re lying on their sides now; Lan Wangji lowered them at some point, untied his ankles, but Wei Ying couldn’t tell you when. He wishes he’d insisted on turning around before Lan Wangji knotted him—not being able to see and kiss his face right now is hurting on a near physical level. Lan Wangji’s hands are running over his skin, pausing to rub his nipple and squeeze his hips. Simply reveling, apparently, in the way Wei Wuxian’s body feels under his hands.
It draws him back to the here and now: the feeling of his lover—of his mate— pressed against his back, the fullness of that knot inside him, the seed filling him. The softness of the nest, and how his hair sticks to the sweat on his forehead. The dull ache of his mating bite. To the feeling of being so wholly bursting with Lan Wangji’s love for him, like it’s radiating from Lan Wangji and filling Wei Wuxian with each intake of breath.
“I never… I didn’t know,” Wei Wuxian whispers.
Lan Wangji’s arms wrap around him, much like when he caught him in the forest, but this time there’s no burning need, just warm contentedness—for now.
“I will show you,” Lan Wangji says. “Over and over, until you feel it in the marrow of your bones.”
“Lan Zhaaan , don’t be romantic when I can’t kiss you properly,” Wei Wuxian whines, turning his head to try anyway. Lan Wangji kisses him back as best he can, but the angle is off, the kiss more a desperate slide of mouths and hot breaths than Wei Wuxian is satisfied with. He could almost pitch a fit, if he weren’t loose-limbed from coming and anchored to Lan Wangji by the knot... But then he would be able to kiss Lan Wangji, so there would be no need for fits. A cruel injustice, truly.
“Forgive me,” Lan Wangji murmurs into his hair. “How can this one make it up to you?” Lan Wangji begins to kiss his shoulders, open mouthed, tongue sliding over skin. He sucks bruises every time a spot makes Wei Wuxian shiver or whimper, bites when Wei Wuxian moans. It’s simultaneously heaven and torture, any witty response stolen from his mouth. He’s ready to jump his alpha again, his body seeming to have lost the message that he’s still knotted. But the knot is going down, he can feel the difference—can feel his hole begin to grow sore as the pressure is relieved. The good kind of sore: a reminder for later.
Soon, it’s gone down enough for Wei Wuxian to rock Lan Wangji’s cock deeper; Lan Wangji grabs his hips to try to stop him, breathing shaky from overstimulation. The need to push back grows tenfold, and he grins mischievously as he shoves against Lan Wangji’s grip, the low, slick noises from where they’re joined and the wavering of Lan Wangji’s breaths so arousing that he feels like he might vibrate out of his skin.
The gnawing need is nearly infuriating. He wants, he wants, he wants ; the smell of cum and sweat and sandalwood surround him, Lan Wangji pressed so close—holding him, kissing him, touching him, but still, Wei Wuxian can’t bite him in return. He feels desperate with the need to complete the mating bond, almost crazed with it. Tears of frustration spring to the corners of his eyes.
An eternity later, Lan Wangji slips out. Wei Wuxian flips around at lightning speed, hands cupping Lan Wangji’s face as he licks into his mouth, tries to pull him closer until their chests are smushed together, Wei Wuxian’s cock rock hard between them and leaking all over Lan Wangji’s abdomen. He ruts against the planes of Lan Wangji’s stomach, like he just can’t help it, becomes lost in the sensation of Lan Wangji all around him.
“Lan Zhan,” he says between wet, messy kisses, “Do you think it’s taken yet?”
“Hm?” Lan Wangji tugs him down to kiss him more roughly, a hand tangled in his hair. Wei Wuxian’s hair ribbon has long been lost, and it falls loose around his shoulders.
Wei Wuxian takes Lan Wangji’s unoccupied hand, placing it on his stomach, and pulls away from the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips. “Do you think it’s taken?”
Lan Wangji pauses a moment, eyes wild and wide with want, kiss swollen lips parting. “We will make sure that it does.”
He moves the hand on Wei Wuxian’s stomach to his own cock, lining it up with Wei Wuxian’s hole. This time he slides in slowly, incrementally, fucking the dripping cum back inside while he works his cock in. They kiss through it, slow and deep like Lan Wangji is savoring him, his hand moving to Wei Wuxian’s thigh.
“I like you,” Wei Wuxian says as Lan Wangji thrusts into him to the hilt. “I love you,” he murmurs, just before mouthing at his petal soft earlobe. “You can do anything you want to me, and I’ll like it. Anything at all.”
“Anything?” Lan Wangji asks, breaths staccato as he fucks into Wei Wuxian.
“Anything,” Wei Wuxian agrees.
“Then I’ll marry you,” Lan Wangji says, cock growing impossibly harder as he speeds up.
Wei Wuxian laughs and flushes red, embarrassed and overjoyed to be so loved. “Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan. Of course I’ll marry you. It’s always been you. There could never be anyone else.”
Lan Wangji crashes their mouths together then, knot working its way into Wei Wuxian already as they kiss, clumsy and excited like fumbling teenagers. When Lan Wangji’s knot is all the way inside once more and all he can do is grind shallowly, the fit too tight to move, he tangles his hand in Wei Wuxian’s hair again and guides him to his neck. Instinct floods Wei Wuxian as he fits his mouth over Lan Wangji’s scent gland, sharp teeth digging into skin.
He hesitates a moment, not out of uncertainty, but almost to suspend the prickling anticipation, the end to both of their wanting. But then Lan Wangji murmurs, “Wei Ying,” and through the mating bond, Wei Wuxian can feel the overwhelming level of his wanting, the swell of emotion like Lan Wangji can’t stand waiting even one breath longer. He bites down. Blood fills his mouth and he licks it away, soothing the bite.
Lan Wangji gathers him close, and Wei Wuxian rests his head on Lan Wangji’s chest—over his heart. The butterfly thump of it would tell Wei Wuxian plenty if he weren’t already feeling all of Lan Wangji’s emotions, like listening to a song. The hand not curled around the nape of his neck trails up and down his spine, comforting and affectionate.
“Lan Zhan, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Wei Wuxian asks, voice already sleep soft as he struggles to keep his eyes open. “How come this is the first run you came to, if you wanted me all along?”
“I thought if Wei Ying wanted me, he would have said so,” Lan Wangji says. “I was respecting your wishes.”
Wei Wuxian clings tighter to Lan Wangji, and whines, “I was waiting for you to tell me !” He sighs. “Fools, we’re both fools.”
Lan Wangji laughs, a quiet sound, and Wei Wuxian tries to sit up to see his smile, excited beyond measure. It brings him face to face with his beloved, and Lan Wangji’s eyes crinkle at the edges before he kisses Wei Wuxian, deep and chaste.
“Rest, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmurs, guiding Wei Wuxian’s head back to his chest, and Wei Wuxian lets his eyes drift closed.