[104.] Dialogues. [III] [!TW!]

                                    

                                          

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Hanguang-Jun was in a hurry to talk to his brother. His impression now was that things were becoming urgent quicker than he had anticipated. He knocked briefly on the door of the master bedroom and entered. 
The picture in front of his eyes made him gasp. Zewu-Jun was sitting on the bed, sobbing inconsolably, and his husband was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, frowning.

 - Brother!  –  he exclaimed.

 - Eh, Lan Zhan!  –  Wei Ying turned and approached him quickly, hugging his waist.  –  I am too puzzled. I cannot even figure out what the problem is!  –  he scoffed.  –  Zewu-Jun here says that my brother deserves better.

 - Sandu Shengshou just told me the same thing. He said I should find someone better for my brother.  –  Lan Wangji grunted.

 - What?!  –  Lan Xichen looked up, aghast.  –  What gibberish is this! I have a husband, I will never choose another!  –  he cried.

 - Zewu-Jun, listen carefully.  –  Lan Zhan said sternly.  -  Jiang Cheng is extremely weak. I do think he is on the verge of his strength. And I am afraid he is going to kill your baby.
 Wei Wuxian frowned, but said nothing. Horror was written all over Lan Huan's face. His brother would never say something so serious lightly, or in jest.

 - Lan Huan, you must talk to him. Convince him to eat at least.  –  he mumbled.

 In just seconds, Lan Xichen had swiped off his tears, put on a robe, and was rushing out of the door. He knew that the housekeeper was in the kitchen  -  and so he ran.

 - Which room?  –  he growled as soon as he barged in.

 She explained, scared by his look, forgetting even to greet or bow. The servants did not dare even breathe while he was there  –  he was towering in the small room, tall and terrible, awe-inspiring, and his anger could mean death at that moment. No one doubted that.


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 - Wanyin?

 Lan Xichen entered the room very quietly and carefully, afraid that his husband might be asleep –  in that case, he didn't want to wake him.

 - Oh, Zewu-Jun! Finally!  -  Jiang Cheng said happily.  –  What a nice dream, my love! You are so beautiful today, Huan...  -  the large eyes looked up lovingly.

 - Darling... It's not a dream...  -  Zewu-Jun murmured, sitting on the bed by his side.

 - It is. I know that it is. Out there in the world my love wouldn't talk to me... wouldn't come to me... And now, here, I can touch you... I can feel you...  -  Jiang Wanyin took his hand gently and placed it on his cheek. –  You are so warm, my love...  -  he said dreamily.

 Lan Xichen was watching the thin fingers, feeling the thin face  -  Jiang Cheng was just a shadow of his old self. 
He now took his hand in his own two hands and kissed his palm gently, murmuring:
- Come to me, my beloved... At least here we can be together... I miss you so much, Huan...

 He half closed his eyes and moved his palm along his body  –  over his nipples and down, to rest over his belly. He could feel the warmth of Zewu-Jun's hand and was smiling blissfully.

 - Feel, my love... My belly grows... Soon our son will be kicking, or so the doctor said... Oh, I can feel you again, Lan Huan... Such a nice dream, husband...

 Lan Xichen was crying helplessly, crushed by all this tenderness, having missed him for far too long. 
He was touching the soft skin, sobbing, and whispering:

 - It is not a dream, my love... I am here, Wanyin... Ah, you are so weak, my dearest...

 - Yes, yes. Here, here.  -  Jiang Cheng was smiling in a trance. –  Let's make love... Just like every night when I'm asleep, Huan... Give me a little of yourself at least in the dream.... –  he was begging. –  I miss you so much... My body craves for you so much... Please, tell me that you love me, that you want me... at least in my dream, my love...

 - Please, Wanyin... You are breaking my heart... Please...  -  Zewu-Jun sobbed.

 Jiang Cheng opened his eyes, a little surprised.

 - You never cry in my dreams, Zewu-Jun. You always smile at me, and tell me that you love me... -  he said happily, now sitting up in the bed, amazed.

 - Oh, kitten!  –  Lan Xichen moved closer and hugged him tight, so tight that it hurt.

 Jiang Wanyin's heartbeat quickened  –  he could now smell the faint odor of burning candles, and bath water, and the balm Zewu-Jun was using for his wounds. 
He shuddered. This was different from his dreams. Lan Xichen was sobbing hard, getting his neck and shoulders moist. He found out that he couldn't breathe.

 - You... It's not... a dream... I...

 He felt too weak and dizzy and relaxed in the arms of his husband, almost blacking out. Lan Huan saw that his eyes were rolling in his head, and placed him down on the pillows again, scared.
 - You...  -  he stuttered with effort.  –  You... forbade me. You forbade me to touch you, Zewu-Jun... You... I...

 - Forgive me... Wanyin... Forgive me...  -  Lan Xichen's voice was weak and hoarse. He had no more strength to endure this torture  –  seeing his loved one so spent.
- Please... Please... Don't touch me too, Zewu-Jun...  -  he whispered with dry lips now.  –  I am... broken. I am... useless. Weak. Ugly.

 His head swayed to the side and his huge bright eyes were leaking, but he found some strength to say:

 - You must find... someone better...stronger... Zewu-Jun... Someone not so... repulsive.  Please. I want you to be... happy.

 Lan Huan was listening to the horrible words, staring into the nothingness, afraid to touch him now.

 - How could you say that...  -  he whispered weakly.  –  You are the most beautiful thing in my life, Jiang Wanyin. You are the meaning of my life... You are the love of my life... You are my treasure... My husband...

 Jiang Cheng smiled, murmuring:

 - Perhaps it's a dream after all. Zewu-Jun used to say such beautiful words to me. Before. Now I'm all alone. Useless.