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The sun dappled trail slanted in front of Wei Wuxian. He stared through the inwardly bent trees, thinking they looked more like a tunnel. Light sparkled, autumnal leaves twirling in cyclone winds. The Burial Mounds was notorious for its skeleton trees, bare wood knocking in the smoky winds. Fog filled the air, and yet, today, the sun was piercing through the relentless clouds and streaming the late gold of afternoon over the trails. Wei Wuxian walked alone, down the long trail. Through the impossible leaves.
“Xian-gege!”
A voice filtered from somewhere far away reached Wei Wuxian’s ears. Leaves whirled across his boots, tangling with the tattered fibers of black fabric that billowed about his legs. The snaking red ribbon floating against his shoulder, sliding slowly from his unkempt hair, flashed in his periphery. Floating embers singed the tip, which had gone black.
“I saw him go this way!”
“Find the Yiling Patriarch and kill him!”
Wei Wuxian brought his fingers to his ears. He grasped over them, trying to block out the yelling. The sound of fire devouring wood. The flames were at his back, hot enough to scald, while the pathway ahead was warmed by natural light. He stepped forward, dragging his ankles through the piling up leaves. A low hanging, slumping branch came into his pathway, and he reached forward to grab it. The sight of his own hands gave Wei Wuxian pause. Inhaling, he stared at the streaks of red blood that climbed his fingers and wet the ends of his sleeves in roping vines.
Shrill screams built up. “Exterminate every Wen-dog you find! Kill them all!”
“No. No.” He blinked. The cloying call of the warm, autumn tunnel faded behind eyes fogged with tears. Wei Wuxian meant to turn around, throw himself back into the flames, back into-
“A-Xian.”
Bloody fingers turned blurry.
“A-Xian. I peeled some lotus seeds for you. Come have some.”
“Shijie.” A warm wind swirled through his hair, and Wei Wuxian’s face split into a wide grin. Running forward, his feet echoed on the wooden dock beneath him. The blue waters of Yunmeng’s lakes spread out to the horizon, as far as his eyes could see. At the very end of the dock, sitting with a bowl in her delicate hands, Jiang Yanli was waiting for him. Her hair flowed down her back, healthy color in her cheeks. “Shijie!” Waving, Wei Wuxian ran as quickly as he could down the dock, crashing to his knees next to her hard enough that his teeth nearly vibrated.
Jiang Yanli laughed. “A-Xian, don’t hurt yourself. Careful, careful.” She rested a hand on his arm. Unusually, something throbbed in his chest at seeing her smile. “I’m glad you’re home.”
His head tilted. “What?”
“You’ve been away for too long, A-Xian.”
Slowly, nodding, Wei Wuxian didn’t think to disagree with her. When Jiang Yanli passed over the bowl of lotus seeds, he took them and cupped it carefully in his firm fingers. Digging into the bowl, he took a few seeds and popped them in his mouth. Humming, lowly, he gave Jiang Yanli a grateful look.
Jiang Yanli pushed loose bangs away from his eyes, and Wei Wuxian’s smile slowly fell. “What’s wrong?” she asked him.
“You…”
“It’s a warm day. Maybe you should get A-Cheng and go on a swim.”
“No,” he said. “I want to spend the time with you.” He rolled a seed on his tongue before biting down and tasting its sweet burst.
Wind licked across Yunmeng’s lake, and Wei Wuxian felt the memory ripple under the weight of his relaxation. It was easy to forget that he was living a different life now. In sleep, the barrier between the past and the present thinned down.
The seed pods were already peeled, and when he looked, he saw Jiang Yanli’s fingers moving swiftly to peel open more. His chest swelled with it, the love of it, and his lips slowly pulled up at the corners. She glanced at him. “You seem more yourself than the last time I saw you,” she told him.
“When was that?” he asked.
“I…” Her brown eyes blinked, and she tipped her head in though. The lotus hairpin in her hair had tassels which swayed and clicked together. “I don’t really remember.”
Wei Wuxian indulgently replied, “neither do I.” He let the taste of the seeds take over all his senses as his eyes shut. Only a bird chirping somewhere out across the lake kept him truly rooted. The water lapped audibly against the underside of the dock.
“I’m glad to see you well.”
He hummed. “Someone is taking good care of me, shijie.”
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
His neck craned back to feel the sun, but it’s warmth was starting to fade. He didn’t like that, but… There was a place he needed to return to. This was growing harder to hang onto. Slowly, one by one, all the ties to the past wore thin. The sound of the water faded. Birdsong faded and vanished. He could no longer taste the seeds he had just eaten.
“It’s time you go back to him, right?” Jiang Yanli asked.
“Right,” he agreed, beginning to open his eyes for one last look at her.
There was a hand around his arm.
Wei Wuxian blinked. “Hm.”
“Wei Ying, were you having a bad dream?”
His eyes opened again. The paper curtain over the latticed window allowed some moonlight into the Jingshi. Calm settled over his mind. The hand firmly holding onto him was keeping him leashed to reality again. “No,” he crooned. “Why is Hanguang-Jun holding this delicate one so improperly!?”
“Ridiculous,” said Lan Wangji.
Grinning, Wei Wuxian sat up and kissed his husband on the lips. “Aren’t you up way too late at night?”
“Mhm,” agreed Lan Wangji, and he immediately laid back down beside Wei Wuxian. Oh, he wasn’t getting out of his husbandly duties that easy. Wei Wuxian moved his leg and swung it around to Lan Wangji’s opposite side. Perching himself in his lap, Wei Wuxian stretched his arms and hummed. “What does Wei Ying want?”
“You’re so kind to ask!” Wei Wuxian laid on Lan Wangji’s chest. “I think I’m too awake to fall back asleep. Er-gege simply has to tire me out all over again.”
“Shameless. Were you not just dreaming of the past?”
Putting on a very serious face, Wei Wuxian told him, “the only past that matters is how long it’s been since my husband has made love to me.”
The very proper Lan Wangji told him, “two hours ago, twice.”
“It was an eternity ago!”
Lan Wangji’s big hand slid to his ass and between his cheeks, rubbing slowly against his hole. Arching forward, Wei Wuxian let out a moan. “Quiet. It is late.”
“Noooo,” he moaned as Lan Wangji began to finger into him. His muscles gave easily for his husband but still gripped tightly. He rolled moans on his tongue and rocked himself into every touch. “Er-gege takes me apart. How can I be quiet?”
“Simple.” Lan Wangji rolled them, and Wei Wuxian squeaked at finding himself pinned on his back like a beetle. One of Lan Wangji’s giant hands sealed over Wei Wuxian’s mouth. And his fingers ruthlessly continued their quest inside Wei Wuxian. They stroked all the right places to make Wei Wuxian moan, but his noises were trapped behind Lan Wangji’s hand.
He squirmed. It made him hard between the legs and dripping. Two fingers were already so much, and he could tell Lan Wangji planned to use more this time. It excited him! But he pouted and whined about the hand blocking all his pretty sounds. He made those for his husband!
But Hanguang-Jun was not reasonable! He fucked Wei Wuxian with three fingers and did not let him make a single sound the entire time.
Eventually, the muscles in his body transformed to merely soft noodles. He could not even grip Lan Wangji’s arm; his fingers were too weak. Eyes rolling, he moaned and that hand muffled it. All his pleasure became a secret between them, but at least Lan Wangji could feel the heat of Wei Wuxian’s exhales blooming against his palm.
His back bent like a drawn bow; pleasure stuffed him full every time Lan Wangji’s fingers stretched him. He could feel how his body tried to reshape and reform. Pre-cum drooled like a string of unbroken pearls from his cockhead, yet that part was left neglected as Lan Wangji brutally fucked his hole with all those big fingers. Wei Wuxian keened against his palm and sloppily moved a hand down to take himself, push himself over the edge.
His wrist was snagged. The heavy palm against his mouth was gone, and the cold night air was startling when it brushed against where Lan Wangji had been covering for several minutes. “Do not touch yourself,” Lan Wangji whispered.
The commanding, dominant tone made Wei Wuxian’s toes curl. “Lan Zhaaaan,” he exhaled, moaning quietly. He cocked his knees open wider as Lan Wangji kept crooking and curling his fingers. “You’re villainous.”
“Be serious,” he chastised. Hungry, gold eyes watched Wei Wuxian closely.
His finger nudged that place at the perfect angle. Wei Wuxian cried out. “Er-gege,” he gasped, out of breath despite not moving at all. Lan Wangji plunged in with all three fingers to find the sensitive place again, and Wei Wuxian felt himself being spun around the large finger. He was a piece of thread to be coiled and pulled taut according to Lan Wangji’s whims. It drove him crazy. Every single movement, all those fingers stuffed in him raw, pulled pleasure out of Wei Wuxian until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Instead of relieving him, letting it release, suddenly Lan Wangji stopped. His finger pulled free in a slow drag that made Wei Wuxian whine pathetically. “Not done yet,” Lan Wangji explained to the pitiful look in Wei Wuxian’s eyes.
“That’s not fair, er-gege,” he simpered. “You can’t stop when I’m so close.” He watched Lan Wangji reposition himself between his legs. Wei Wuxian parted his thighs wide for Lan Wangji to fit, then he brought them in snug around his hips.
“Hush. A gentleman does not complain.”
Grinning, Wei Wuxian watched Lan Wangji get closer to him, leaning over him. “I never said I was a gentleman. You’re certainly not, you villain.”
Lips pressed against his forehead. “Wei Ying is the gentlest of us all.”
“What does that make you?” Wei Wuxian shot back. His eyes were bright, excited. He could feel Lan Wangji lining the tip up against his hole which fluttered in anticipation. His body was fighting between tightening and loosening, and the excitement of being completely full of Lan Wangji went right to his head. It made him feel airy. Enough to join the stars way above their heads, past the Jingshi’s arched roof.
Lan Wangji cradled Wei Wuxian’s head with one hand, kissing him again. “I am your husband,” he answered. “Wei Ying is mine.”
He pushed in, and any sort of returning words went flying out with an excited moan. Wei Wuxian arched his back up, and his chest molded against Lan Wangji’s as their bodies became linked. The size and shape of Lan Wangji inside him drove Wei Wuxian completely mad. Nothing in the world felt better than this. His eyes rolled, toes curled, hands grasped for Lan Wangji’s broad shoulders…
Lips fell over his to swallow his moans. Wei Wuxian folded his legs around Lan Wangji to hold onto him tightly as the pillar of his cock drove forward into his body over and over again. It made him lose his mind. When Lan Wangji was inside of him, nothing else seemed to matter at all.
His fingers found purchase, nails biting down, and Lan Wangji groaned softly against Wei Wuxian’s mouth. They broke apart to breathe, in tandem, and Wei Wuxian immediately took the opportunity to prattle on about Lan Wangji’s virtues. “I wouldn’t ever belong to anyone else. You’re the only one, the only one! So big! Hanguang-Jun, take me harder! I want to feel this for days!”
The words propelled Lan Wangji into doing whatever Wei Wuxian asked for. He slammed into him harder and harder. The frame of their bed groaned as it shifted. It seemed Lan Wangji had forgotten that they were meant to be quiet, because he didn’t even correct Wei Wuxian when he started screaming.
“Yes! Yes! Er-gege! Right there! Oh, so good! So good! Don’t stop!”
Wei Wuxian’s nails roved over Lan Wangji’s back. He scraped them up and down while writhing beneath every hard thrust. His throat was exposed for biting, and each time Lan Wangji took the chance to bury his teeth into that tempting flesh, moans leap out of Wei Wuxian.
The thrusts stayed sure and steady until a sudden lurch, picking up more speed, and Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji would finish soon. He managed to gasp, “together! Together, I want to- Together!”
The words barely made it through in time, but Lan Wangji jammed a hand between them to grab Wei Wuxian’s cock. It was lucky they were both so worked up, because it didn’t take long after those warm fingers enveloped Wei Wuxian’s cock that he was coming. Lan Wangji timed it right, and as his cock spilled, he felt warmth flooding inside him as well. Wei Wuxian dropped back, his arms splaying out, and his hips drove upward to grind out more bliss.
The ending was bright. Pleasure washed out all else, until their night was blanketed in it. Wei Wuxian treasured every time with his husband, but in the afterglow, he almost thought this one was the most special of all. He didn’t know why. It was probably just the pleasure invading and making him feel completely saccharine.
They laid next to each other, their foreheads touching. Wei Wuxian played with Lan Wangji’s hair.
“You never told me what you dreamt,” Lan Wangji stated in a low whisper, after their breathing was normal and the heat had vacated to the comfortable cool of night.
Wei Wuxian hummed. “Things of the past. Nothing that is bothersome.”
“Was it something you miss?”
A sad smile was there, briefly, but it brightened as Wei Wuxian cuddled closer to Lan Wangji. “Yes, but… Well, that’s the past, and I just want to be here with you now. I’m not going to get caught up in what happened then.”
In agreement, Lan Wangji nodded. “Wei Ying is all I need.”
His cheeks brightened with pink heat. “Lan Zhan! You can’t just say things like that,” he complained. “How can I cope with it?!” Strong arms brought him closer, and Wei Wuxian laughed. His face tucked against Lan Wangji’s throat, and he shaped himself to fit perfectly against him, feeling warm and safe within those arms.