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For a second, Lan Wangji really thought he was in a dream. The old trees, the dark road, the stench of resentful energy all around; how else could it be explained why he was there? But the clarity he felt in his senses and how much control he had over his body indicated to him that he was certainly very much conscious. Could it be… that again?
Lan Wangji walked the well trodden path as he tried to think of which past dream of his could this lane connect to. He had dreamt of Yiling, several times in fact. It had more or less always been the same.
An aching and bleeding back, feet that would barely carry him.
Hurried breaths.
An empty clearing, broken huts, and remnants of fire in the form of ashes and embers. Things in places they didn't belong.
A frantic voice — his own — calling out in agony. The same name over and over again.
Wei Ying. Wei Ying. Wei Ying.
Falling to his knees, over a pile of dark earth covered with soot and charred bones.
And digging and digging and digging. Digging till his hands bled and his fingernails ached.
Till his strength gave away and his tears fell to the realisation that that person was really gone.
Gone.
Lan Wangji blinked hard, as if to clear the memories away. He studied his breaths, standing there in a half meditative state, before the same cave where he had cried — both in real time and over and over in his dreams.
But those were dreams of the past. Ever since his Wei Ying had come back to him, and had become his, he had not had those nightmares anymore.
So what was it now?
The only way to find the answer was to walk ahead, and so he did, entering the deep, dark cave. A gust of wind brushed past him, like a howling ghost, and his ribbon slightly swayed.
From where Lan Wangji stood, he could see the interior of the cave and yet stay hidden from view himself. Unexpectedly, on a stone table some distance away sat Wei Wuxian, bent over some or the other work. From the distance, it appeared to be some papers. Perhaps he was noting down a new invention, or probably tinkering around with talismans again.
Wei Wuxian was not in that new body but in his old one, the one Lan Wangji remembered seeing once when he had visited Yiling; the one that had raised much concern within him for its emaciated state. The Wei Wuxian here looked the same. Too skinny, his eyes surrounded by dark circles, his hands covered with protruding veins, his skin too pale and paper thin from lack of proper food and sunlight, and the regular practice of demonic cultivation.
But for some reason, seeing Wei Wuxian intently bent over work like that, a sight Lan Wangji had grown familiar with in the past years, Lan Wangji's heart relaxed.
Lan Wangji had realised by this point that the incense burner had definitely been acting up again. As to who exactly it was that set it up in their room in the first place, there was no need to question that. The image of a mischievous grin flashed across Lan Wangji's mind and his lips tilted up in a small smile. He sighed, and suddenly, a corner of his heart was filled with some mischief too.
Before falling asleep that night, Lan Wangji had had a cup of Emperor's Smile while dining with Wei Wuxian. Although Wei Wuxian had tried to stop him, not wanting Lan Wangji to get hurt again, and trying to avoid a beating from his uncle. But who knows what had come over Lan Wangji and he had swallowed that entire cup of fragrant wine. The incense burner had probably been installed in the room previously by Wei Wuxian, unknown to Lan Wangji. And thus the dream he was now having. Lan Wangji wondered if Wei Wuxian was also conscious in this dream. Was he elsewhere? Was he watching Lan Wangji with twinkling eyes? Or could it be that…
Lan Wangji glanced at the Wei Wuxian of the past. He recalled the last time when Wei Wuxian had been fully conscious in their shared dream, and Lan Wangji had been his young self, half conscious, but fully feeling each and every thing.
The streak of mischief in his heart that had long taken root now blossomed further till Lan Wangji could not hold himself back any longer. Silently, he walked into the cave.
He quietly stood behind Wei Wuxian for a while, trying to read what he was writing. As Lan Wangji could not decipher much from that handwriting, and he had made sure that there was no concerning usage of Wei Wuxian's own blood there, Lan Wangji stepped forward and calmly sat down right beside Wei Wuxian, leaving a gap of a mere inch between their hips.
The other person was rightfully startled out of his mind. Wei Wuxian accidentally dropped his pen and his hand had already reached out for Chenqing that was lying on the table at the side when he saw who it was and his body slightly relaxed.
"Lan Zhan! What are you doing here?" Wei Wuxian questioned with a hint of distress in his voice.
"Just passing by," Lan Wangji said casually.
Wei Wuxian stared at him for a second but ended up nodding skeptically. Picking his pen off the floor he turned back to his work.
"So what have you been up to these days, HEY!" Wei Wuxian had just begun a conversation, like one normally would, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Lan Wangji's hand dart towards Chenqing; very abnormal. Wei Wuxian turned towards Lan Wangji, his mouth open, about to ask for an explanation for this, when what he saw just made him drop his jaw further.
Lan Wangji had placed Chenqing against his lips and was now experimentally playing a few notes on it.
Wei Wuxian: ??????
Lan Wangji got up, beyond Wei Wuxian's reach, just a second before Wei Wuxian reached out to grab Chenqing. Wei Wuxian had closed his mouth, but he now stared at Lan Wangji even more perplexed, his head tilted to the side, as Lan Wangji played a song on his flute that struck a familiar chord somewhere at the back of Wei Wuxian's mind, but he couldn't quite place it.
Finding himself more and more relaxed as the song went on, Wei Wuxian realised he didn't really mind Lan Wangji playing on Chenqing. A certain softness filled up his eyes as a few strung-together high notes were played out by the other and Wei Wuxian's lips curved up in a half smile. Lan Wangji's song was good. The technique was not as good as when Wei Wuxian played the dizi, but still, it sounded melodious and soothing.
However, a second later that relaxed expression broke into one of horror as Lan Wangji — who had suddenly stopped playing — took one end of Chenqing and wrapped his lips around it; like a sloppy kiss.
Wei Wuxian: ?????!?!!!
Lan Wangji spoke just one word in 'defense' of his actions, which only worked to confuse Wei Wuxian even more, "Payback."
Wei Wuxian sat there, trying to make out head or tail of what Lan Wangji had just said.
Meanwhile Lan Wangji moved on to the next phase of his brilliant revenge plan. He swiftly took off his upper robes, nearly baring his chest bar the thin under robe, and rubbed the wet end of Chenqing on his nipples, his eyes closing halfway; painting a wanton scene.
But how could Wei Wuxian at that moment have the mind to be "turned on" by Lan Wangji's actions?
"Lan Zhan! What are you doing!? Stop! That's my spiritual weapon!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed angrily.
Lan Wangji didn't pay attention to him at all, because although he knew that what he was doing was too lewd, it felt too much even to himself, but it was actually just a dream and from past experience Lan Wangji knew that he was not going to do any actual damage to Chenqing. Thus, down and down he trailed the flute — some leftover saliva tracing down his skin and robe and stopping midway to his stomach as it dried out but the flute continued downwards — till he was circling it over his clothed cock.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, had finally snapped out of his shocked dizziness. Unable to watch any longer, he lept at Lan Wangji to grab Chenqing. Lan Wangji here was older and more trained. He swiftly turned away, backing up to a corner of the cave that was mostly shrouded in darkness. He looked to the side and near the bottom end of the cave he spotted a sword propped up against the stone. His eyes practically glittered with excitement.
What better way to extract exact revenge than to cross sword with sword? He picked up Suibian with his free hand and quickly dodged sideways to escape Wei Wuxian's next attack. Lan Wangji found himself next to a stone table and he placed Chenqing there, making a silent apology to the flute.
Instead of backing away again, this time when Wei Wuxian lept at him Lan Wangji moved towards him. Lan Wangji caught Wei Wuxian with one hand and using his own momentum he turned Wei Wuxian around to grab hold of both of Wei Wuxian's hand in one of his own.
As soon as they landed, Wei Wuxian's anger exploded.
"LAN WANGJI!!"
And as calm as ever, as if he was giving morning greetings to him, Lan Wangji replied, "Wei Wuxian."
Wei Wuxian turned his head back, angrily looking at Lan Wangji. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU—" He stopped, for he suddenly noticed something. During their little fight Lan Wangji's inner robe had come loose and was open down deeper. There, on the left side of Lan Wangji's chest, was a scar. A scar in the shape of a symbol that Wei Wuxian could never forget, a certain burn scar that was all too familiar to him.
His tone softened and turned somewhat confused. "Lan Zhan, what, how did you—?"
Lan Wangji suddenly let go of Wei Wuxian. He turned his back to him, somehow unable to look Wei Wuxian in the eye after that scar was revealed.
Lan Wangji took a step forward, unsure of whether to stay or walk away when Wei Wuxian turned too. His hand reached out and grabbed the back of the robe as if in desperation, as if he could not bear to see this person walk away again.
But with the tug from behind and a forward step at the front, the robe fell off Lan Wangji's shoulders. The soft white cloth fluttered for a second, then hung limply. from Wei Wuxian's hand. A strong feeling of guilt crawled up his heart. Though it had been Lan Wangji himself who had undressed to that state, Wei Wuxian still felt embarrassed at what he had just done unknowingly.
How did he always end up accidentally pulling items of clothing off Lan Wangji?
Wei Wuxian straightened up the robe with both his hands and was about to drape it back over Lan Wangji's shoulders when he noticed something even more unusual than the previous scar.
Lan Wangji's back — which was now broader and more muscular than what Wei Wuxian remembered from their teenage years — was covered with scars crisscrossing left and right, some nearly on top of each other. Deep and ugly scars ruined that jade like skin, making one's heart tremble as they looked at the sight and imagined the pain the person must have felt.
Lan Wangji suddenly turned around, aware of what Wei Wuxian had just seen.
"How did you get these?" Wei Wuxian asked with a tone of trepidation. "Are those whip lashes? From the discipline whip? Lan Zhan, what could you ever have done to receive such a harsh punishment?"
Lan Wangji was at a loss for words. He had thought he could keep his inner robe on as he teased Wei Wuxian, that there was no need for the young Wei Wuxian to see those scars or to ask those questions. And just now, such a situation had happened. Lan Wangji did not know how to answer those questions. How could he tell this Wei Wuxian about his own death, and the misery that was about to fall on him? How should he talk about the consequences Lan Wangji had to bear? How could he speak of his pain to him now? Lan Wangji swallowed hard and cast his eyes down.
"It's a long story."
"But—"
Wei Wuxian had reached a hand out to touch those scars, but Lan Wangji was once again quicker than him and he grabbed his hand, pressing an accupoint on the inside of Wei Wuxian's wrist, immobilising him.
Suddenly in pain, and attacked once again, Wei Wuxian struggled. Lan Wangji reached out with his other hand, dropping Suibian in the process, and grabbed a talisman from Wei Wuxian's sleeve. He slapped it on Wei Wuxian's chest, paralysing him. Unable to move at all, Wei Wuxian was carried by Lan Wangji to the wall of the cave where he sat him down, comfortably leaning against the wall.
Lan Wangji had not forgotten the unfair treatment Wei Wuxian had put him through once upon a time. Though he never held a true grudge in his heart, but a part of him, when angered, urged him to sometimes fuck Wei Wuxian a bit harder than usual. The other never complained, nor did he question it. But this time, Lan Wangji felt like giving Wei Wuxian a taste of his own medicine.
The wine swirled in his head and flashed images of Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji thought of him and him only. As if in a dream, he moved languidly, impulsion taking over all shame and dignity.
"I’ll be borrowing your Suibian for a bit. You won’t mind that, will you?” Lan Wangji echoed those words — in a calm and sombre tone — at Wei Wuxian, who sat paralysed before him, looking all obedient except for his eyes that flashed red with fury.
Lan Wangji's upper garments had already been taken off, and thus half his work had been done. He took a couple of steps back from where Wei Wuxian was and sat down cross legged on the floor in the most graceful manner, completely incongruent with the depraved plans he had in his mind at that moment. He reached out and picked up Suibian where it had fallen just a short distance away, thought something for a second, and then placed it right by his hip.
Wei Wuxian was seething. " EY, LAN ZHAN! If you had to pick a fight with me, couldn't you do it properly like a man?! No need to mess with me like this! I did not expect such off-handed methods from Hanguang Jun." He clenched his jaw, as Lan Wangji was indifferent to his words. Lan Wangji had taken off his pants by this point and Wei Wuxian's mouth now hung wide open, his face a combination of astonishment and disbelief. Disbelief at Lan Wangji's actions, and true astonishment at the size of Lan Wangji's fully erect cock.
"L… Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian's words had a tinge of fear in them.
"Mn?" Lan Wangji replied calmly, as if Wei Wuxian had asked him his opinion on a flower or a line of poetry and Lan Wangji was totally not sitting fully naked in front of the other man, currently spreading his legs open.
"You…. !" Wei Wuxian's eyes suddenly widened as right in front of him, THE Lan Wangji had just wet his fingers with a bit of saliva and was now poking his index finger in his own ass. Wei Wuxian felt like he must be dreaming, because how could Lan Wangji ever do such a thing???
Lan Wangji let himself relax around that one finger before inserting another, following the technique he usually used on Wei Wuxian. It was quite effective as in a matter of a few seconds Lan Wangji had a third finger inside him. Up till now Lan Wangji had focused his attention towards this task of fingering himself slowly but efficiently. But now, as his eyes flickered over to Wei Wuxian, the expression of blooming lust with a hint of curiosity that he saw on Wei Wuxian's face made Lan Wangji feel smug deep in his heart.
Wei Wuxian's limbs twitched as if in an attempt to free himself. He could hardly bear with the sight in front of him and Lan Wangji's unexpectedly lewd actions. He wondered what Lan Wangji had in his mind right then. His gaze slowly moved to his sword, which was lying right beside Lan Wangji, and an odd apprehensive feeling came over his heart. Wei Wuxian felt like he couldn't trust Lan Wangji at all anymore. With the way things already were, Wei Wuxian thought he wouldn't be too surprised if Lan Wangji suddenly jumped at him, undid his clothes, and started doing unspeakable things to him. Wei Wuxian swallowed hard. His sitting position on the hard stone suddenly felt uncomfortable as the front of his pants tightened.
Lan Wangji's eyes followed the movement of Wei Wuxian's. They both stared at the lone sword sitting by Lan Wangji's hip; one person's ears and cheeks flushed with red, and the other's eyes were still shining with the remnants of a faint red glow. Lan Wangji withdrew his fingers and wiped them clean with his discarded pants.
He picked up the sword. Wei Wuxian's breath caught in his throat and rapid images of what could happen raced through his mind.
Lan Wangji, with his eyes as calm as ever, turned the sword so the hilt was facing his entrance. He took a deep breath and plunged the sword within himself.
Wei Wuxian made a choking sound. Watching Lan Wangji put Suibian inside him in such a way that felt wrong all over, and yet Wei Wuxian could not tear his eyes away from that scene; something that had nothing to do with the paralysis of his body.
Lan Wangji let out a sigh as the hilt was fully buried inside him. He held the sword from the sheath, not worried about the sheath coming off since he could not unsheathe the sword himself. Slowly, he pulled the sword out and then pushed it back in at the same pace, though this time angling it slightly upwards.
Lan Wangji's lips parted, his jaw hung slightly open in an undisclosed display of lust. He looked up at Wei Wuxian then, and found his gaze stuck at one place; right where Lan Wangji wanted him to look.
In his younger days, after reading those Longyang books, Lan Wangji had tried to finger himself to know how it would feel. The experience had been beyond pleasurable once he had managed to find that spot. However, he soon realised that the idea of being the one fucked was not very appealing to him. He would only finger himself occasionally after that to chase that intense release of pleasure. Right now, with the hilt of Wei Wuxian's sword buried deep inside him, Lan Wangji was feeling a little odd. Yet, with each press of the tip of the sword against that spot inside him, the awkwardness melted away and Lan Wangji felt pleasure anew.
So this is what Wei Ying experiences , he thought, and sped up the movement of his hand, hitting that spot inside harder each time, again and again, till his eyes closed with too much pleasure and his neck slacked, falling backwards. His delicate insides were hounded by that foreign object. Each engraving and the texture of the sword was felt by him. A tiny groan escaped Lan Wangji's lips, and with the utmost focus, he continued to fuck himself with the sword.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, stared aghast at Lan Wangji. Was that really happening?? How could such a thing exist in this world??! Wei Wuxian was too stunned by the scene before him. He truly could not believe what was happening, and some shallow part of him was even repulsed by it. Yet, deep inside, Wei Wuxian could not deny the pleasure that was stirring within him in waves, threatening to spill over the restraint of his control any second. What talisman? What paralysis? Those talismans were all made by Wei Wuxian himself. If the Yiling Laozu so wished, he could have broken his bonds long ago. He could have freed himself from the talisman with the mere click of his fingers.
And yet, he chose to watch it. To watch Lan Wangji like one would watch a court dancer. To watch Lan Wangji pleasure himself with Wei Wuxian's own sword and be so open, on display, for him and him alone.
His mouth suddenly dry, Wei Wuxian ran his tongue over his lips and swallowed the saliva which barely served to quench his thirst.
Lan Zhan has brought this upon himself now , Wei Wuxian thought, one corner of his lips pulling up slightly.
He caught Lan Wangji's gaze then. Their eyes locked, Lan Wangji pushed the sword in quicker till his breaths were finally coming too fast for him to control. He was pushed right to the edge. I want to see him fall over, Wei Wuxian thought. I want to see him fall into my arms. He finally closed his eyes.
Lan Wangji stopped as soon as Wei Wuxian's eyes were shut, like it was an indication for him to not go on any longer, to deny this to himself for a little while. He slowly pulled Suibian out and with all respect placed the sword down on the floor some distance away.
He crawled over to Wei Wuxian, kneeling right before him.
"Wei Ying," he called out, at the same time undoing Wei Wuxian's sash and the tie of his pants. Wei Wuxian remained still as Lan Wangji pulled off his pants. His cock was already hard and Lan Wangji wasted no time in putting a hand around it, slowly pulling back the foreskin to reveal the swollen head of Wei Wuxian's cock. Wei Wuxian hissed at the contact and his eyes finally opened. Lan Wangji loosed his grip and ever so gently — so as not to hurt Wei Wuxian but still give him some relief — stroked him. Wei Wuxian sighed and Lan Wangji looked up at him, something deep shining behind his light coloured eyes. For a second, Wei Wuxian felt himself getting lost there. He blinked hard a couple of times, as if trying to snap out of it.
"Since when did you love me so much?" Wei Wuxian asked out of the blue.
His tone was neither harsh nor accusative, but Lan Wangji still froze.
When did he not?
However, Lan Wangji once again could not answer this Wei Wuxian's question aloud. He lowered his gaze and a second later resumed the stroking. His head bowed down, still kneeling, Lan Wangji shifted back a little and bent downwards till his mouth was close enough. Wei Wuxian shivered at the touch of the hair on his bare thighs. It tickled his sensitive skin and at the same time Lan Wangji's breaths fell over his cock. Wei Wuxian swallowed hard. Lan Wangji then kissed the tip of Wei Wuxian's cock and Wei Wuxian's breath stuttered.
Without warning, Lan Wangji swallowed him down all the way. Wei Wuxian moaned loudly, unable to take the sudden attack at that unexplored territory. Nobody had ever treated him like that, nobody had ever touched him this way, and now suddenly he was experiencing this. Lan Wangji slowly moved his head up and down, letting ample saliva drop down his mouth as if he wanted to wet Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian's first experience also so happened to be with a man, and that too none other than the ever righteous Lan Wangji. If not for the way Lan Wangji was currently sucking Wei Wuxian, he could have almost laughed at the situation.
Lan Wangji hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, rolling his tongue around the tip when he pulled his head back and then plunging it all the way in till it hit the back of his throat. It ached, just a little bit, but the constant stream of little moans falling from Wei Wuxian's lips made it all worth it. Another lick of his tongue, right over the swollen head this time, and Wei Wuxian came inside his mouth. Lan Wangji held the upper part inside his mouth, giving Wei Wuxian ample space to empty out. Once he was done and was panting hard, Lan Wangji let go of him and swallowed all that Wei Wuxian had given him.
He got up and walked over to his discarded clothes. He picked up his robe, took out a pristine white handkerchief from the sleeve, and dabbed it over his mouth like Lan Wangji had just finished having some soup for dinner and was not sucking on Wei Wuxian like that. Dropping the handkerchief, Lan Wangji then picked up all the layers of his robes, some lying here and there, and held them all up together. He then walked back close to Wei Wuxian and spread out the robes like a thick bedsheet.
Lan Wangji bent down and easily scooped Wei Wuxian up into his arms. Without a word of protest, Wei Wuxian let himself be carried to the "bed" where Lan Wangji laid him down. Lan Wangji picked up a sash and used it to tie Wei Wuxian's hands together. At this, Wei Wuxian did widen his eyes and struggled (half-heartedly so, he realised) for a bit to get out of his grip. But Lan Wangji held on tight and in a minute was done tying Wei Wuxian up. Then, with the calmest face ever, Lan Wangji took one of Wei Wuxian's collars, near his shoulder, and tore it down all the way till the end of his sleeve.
"HEY!!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed. He was less surprised this time, since he'd had enough time to get used to Lan Wangji's weird behaviour, and was more sad at the loss of a good robe. Was Lan Wangji so unaware of his economic status or was he so rich that he was oblivious to Wei Wuxian's plight??!?
Completely ignoring Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji tore down the other side the same way. Wei Wuxian thus lay there fully naked as Lan Wangji removed those tattered pieces of clothing around him.
"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji began. "Relax."
Wei Wuxian stared at Lan Wangji. The latter, with the hint of a smile on his face, straddled Wei Wuxian's waist. Though Wei Wuxian had released not long ago, his cock had already half filled up again. Somehow, he felt neither tired nor irritated at this.
Lan Wangji shifted back inch by inch and rubbed his crease against Wei Wuxian's cock. Wei Wuxian's face suddenly twisted; he looked like he was just about to cum again. Lan Wangji smiled again and shifted forward a bit. Yet, just a few seconds later, Lan Wangji shifted his hips back in such a way that his entrance was rubbing against Wei Wuxian's hard cock. He leaned forward, his face looming over Wei Wuxian's.
Wei Wuxian's breaths sped up. He parted his lips and a little sound escaped them. "Lan Zhan…" he whispered.
Lan Wangji closed the gap between their mouths, catching the end notes of his name with his lips. As they kissed, their chests pressed closed together, only hindered by Wei Wuxian's bound hands. Lan Wangji's hair fell upon Wei Wuxian's shoulder on one side, and on the other side, his forehead ribbon fell over Wei Wuxian's bicep in a soft arc. Wei Wuxian clenched his fists tightly as he was kissed by Lan Wangji in a soft yet brutal manner. Lan Wangji would only gently press their lips together, but then he would go on and bite Wei Wuxian's lower lip. When Wei Wuxian moaned in protest, Lan Wangji soothed the bitten area over with his tongue, taking the liberty to plunge his tongue into Wei Wuxian's mouth as well. Wei Wuxian lay there helpless against those administrations, yet he could hardly find anything within himself to complain about.
Lost in the kiss, Wei Wuxian didn't notice the sneaky hand that snaked off from beside his head over to the back of Lan Wangji's, untying the Lan forehead ribbon with practiced motions. Once the ribbon came loose, Lan Wangji pulled back and held it up in one hand.
Wei Wuxian looked up at him, a little dazed and mostly confused once again. Lan Wangji shifted back some distance; enough to support himself without his hands. He took the ribbon between his fingers, pulling it taut between both his hands, and pressed the flat end against Wei Wuxian's neck, slightly pressing down over his windpipe and pushed down the rest of it against the side of his neck, his pulse beating under the ribbon that Lan Wangji's fingers could feel. A tremble of a heartbeat, so frantic, so hot, Lan Wangji could feel how much Wei Wuxian was affected by all this.
He slipped two fingers underneath Wei Wuxian's neck, taking the ribbon with them, and pulled it over from the other side. He then adjusted the two ends so they were nearly the same length and tied them off neatly — loose enough that Wei Wuxian could breathe easily, but the pressure of the ribbon would be there, to remind him of its presence and significance — just like it was usually tied around his own forehead.
Or around the real world Wei Wuxian's wrists and often other places—
Lan Wangji stopped that train of thought. He was so hard in that moment that it was becoming unbearable. Previously his orgasm had been denied to him too, and now all this teasing and thoughts of the past, of the present, it all blurred together in his mind till Lan Wangji's body moved to its own accord and he had raised his hips right over Wei Wuxian's crotch. Wei Wuxian stared at him with wide eyes, rimmed with redness. Lan Wangji took hold of Wei Wuxian's cock, positioned it before his entrance, and sat back down. His eyes rolled back in his head as he did so and a quiet sigh was let out from his parted lips.
On the other hand, Wei Wuxian felt like he was about to go crazy. It was all too much for him. First Lan Wangji teased him that way, then directly used his mouth on him, and now he had gone and tied Wei Wuxian up like that and was now…
Wei Wuxian gulped and stared at Lan Wangji and what exactly he was doing to him right then. Lan Wangji, after needing a mere second to adjust to Wei Wuxian's girth, had begun to rock himself on Wei Wuxian's cock. He didn't move much from his place, but very lightly swayed his hips so that Wei Wuxian would press in deep inside him, in that same place. Lan Wangji's eyes were closed in bliss.
Wei Wuxian had already come once, and Lan Wangji had somehow managed to awaken him again. His breaths were already speeding up and it was all he could do to not moan out loud or jerk his hips.
Thankfully, he didn't need to do the latter as Lan Wangji adjusted his position so his feet were firmly on the ground and his thighs were stretched all open, and then he began to ride Wei Wuxian in earnest. In this situation, however, the former couldn't be avoided and Wei Wuxian let out a loud moan.
Lan Wangji had taken Wei Ying inside him before, even if it was much more rare than him being inside Wei Wuxian. He was thus not unfamiliar with Wei Wuxian. But now, it definitely felt as if Wei Wuxian was deeper inside him than usual. Lan Wangji couldn't really tell if it was just because of the position or if this Wei Wuxian of the past had a… bigger "organ"; in this old body of his.
Not bothered with the length either way, Lan Wangji closed his eyes and focused on the task at hand. He soon lost himself in the sensations, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of emotions and pleasure, the wine still trickling away in its far recesses.
As he increased his pace, and Wei Wuxian's cock hit that spot inside him harder and faster each time, Lan Wangji's breaths slowly became laboured, that being more because of the intense pleasure he was feeling than any sort of shortage of stamina.
Every time he would come down, his ass would slap hard against Wei Wuxian's thighs, and that pa pa pa sound of their love making echoed all around the hollow cave. In the far corner, a ripple shuddered through the pool of blood, as if it too was affected by what was happening there.
Lan Wangji opened his eyes and looked down at Wei Wuxian. Hair spread around his head in a mess, the red ribbon tangled in there and adding streaks of red to the black, his white ribbon tied around that long, fair neck, lips parted and groans escaping them — and then there were his eyes. Those eyes, that still shone with a dangerous red, but his whole expression was twisted into that of utmost pleasure. A shudder ran through Lan Wangji's entire body. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back a bit, and continued to move his hips rhythmically up and down.
Suddenly, Lan Wangji frowned. A certain thought had come to his mind, another impulse that felt all so wrong to him, but Lan Wangji was truly unable to ignore it. He contemplated the thought over in his mind for a few more seconds, without stopping his movements, and finally made up his mind to carry it out.
Lan Wangji had thought about taking the next step to debauchery, and thought about inserting Wei Wuxian's own sword inside him. Even though he had decided to do it at last, there was one problem his mind was stuck on. He could not think of a way to do this without hurting Wei Wuxian in their current position. And he didn't fancy getting off Wei Wuxian to finger him first and then insert the sword. Because the sword hilt was pretty broad with lots of engravings, which would cause much pain to this "virgin" Wei Wuxian if abruptly inserted in him.
And then, with a sudden shock, Lan Wangji remembered. This was a dream. This was his dream. He closed his eyes and willed himself to think about slick between his husband's thighs, wetness on his hole, and relaxed muscles.
Suddenly, Wei Wuxian gasped underneath him. With that, Lan Wangji knew his trick had worked. He slowed down his own movements and stretched to the side to pick up Suibian from the floor nearby.
He gazed at Wei Wuxian for one long moment. His cheeks were red and flushed, his mouth hanging open; half of this state of arousal had been caused by Lan Wangji through his own body, and the other half through the thoughts he had imposed on Wei Wuxian that had definitely had an extra effect. He looked almost the same as he always did when they fucked. Yet, not as wrecked as usual. Lan Wangji thought he ought to fix that and without wasting another moment, turned Suibian around in his hand and inserted its hilt inside his husband in one swift motion.
Wei Wuxian threw his head back and arched his back at the onslaught of sensations all over him. Wei Wuxian was indeed very wet and open as the sword went through no resistance and was pushed inside Wei Wuxian as deep as Lan Wangji could, with his hand in that awkward position. Lan Wangji's hand worked in quick movements. In and out. In and out. He expertly angled the sword so it hit that spot inside Wei Wuxian while he also returned his attention to riding his husband simultaneously.
Wei Wuxian keened. The pleasure was too much from every end. The sword hilt, now warmed by his insides, hit that spot every time and made Wei Wuxian see the stars. At the same time, Lan Wangji's tight heat surrounded his own cock. And Lan Wangji still kept up the shallow bouncing.
It was all too much for Wei Wuxian. He didn't know whether to scream or mewl. His head thrashed against the crumpled robes as he was tormented from all sides; all sorts of odd sounds coming from his mouth with varying levels of loudness.
The look on Wei Wuxian's face at that moment sent shivers down Lan Wangji's spine. He felt a certain thrill in acting the way he was, in riling Wei Wuxian up that way — something that had more to do with any "revenge plan" and perhaps was some old hidden part of his heart. Lan Wangji smiled then, as if taking a deep pleasure in agonising the man below him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the motions.
Wei Wuxian's head spun so badly that he could barely think anything. But then, when he looked at Lan Wangji and saw him smiling that way, he felt a streak of anger emerge in his heart that had been buried deep inside. He thought back to all the teasing, and what Lan Wangji was doing to him now was more than unacceptable in several ways. Tied him down like that, almost "using" him to pleasure himself, and on top of that putting Wei Wuxian's sword inside him; Wei Wuxian could not bear with it anymore.
He clenched his jaw, still breathing hard through gritted teeth.
Through the wet squelching and slapping sounds shot out a sharp whistle note. The atmosphere darkened all of a sudden, a blackish fog, like a rain cloud, surrounding the two.
Lan Wangji's eyes snapped open and he completely stilled. His eyes widened as he realized what exactly Wei Wuxian was doing.
"Wei—" the word helplessly slipped out of his lips.
The next second, long tendrils of resentful energy had gripped his arms, legs and torso like a vice, and he was effortlessly lifted off Wei Wuxian. One smokey beam short forward and sliced through the sash binding Wei Wuxian's arms, and then dissipated right before it would have hit Wei Wuxian's face. Another tendril wrapped around the sword and pulled it out, and Wei Wuxian inevitably made a punched out sound, almost annoyed, at the sudden loss of fullness. Wei Wuxian sat up, supported by his shaky arms at the back, and looked down at Lan Wangji who was currently pinned down — arms, legs, and head — by the rope like dark resentful energy.
"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian spoke in a dangerously low and husky voice. "I told you not to mess with me." Wei Wuxian finally regained some strength; a semblance of coherent senses coming back to him. He gathered his legs and rolled over his feet into a kneeling position. Slowly placing one hand forward at a time, he crawled over to Lan Wangji, like a predator about to devour its prey and bite it to pieces.
The Yiling Laozu glared down at the man below him — the one who had tormented him for so long — and thought that he ought to punish this one thoroughly for all his misdeeds.
Wei Wuxian placed his hands over Lan Wangji's knees, ever so gently. And then, he forcefully pushed them wide apart, a sharp crack of Lan Wangji's joints being stretched echoing through. With one hand, Wei Wuxian quickly lined himself up and pushed in all the way without a second's break. He began to thrust his hips in earnest, not too hard or fast, but pumping in and out at a constant, medium pace.
The power he felt in this position was unparalleled. He was in complete control, and although he had to work more, it felt too good to be the one taking the reins.
Too good to be, for once, fully in control .
And then, it was like something inside him snapped. He thrusted at a maddening pace, as quick as he could, leaving no space to breathe in between, and hard enough to almost hurt the other person. With the relentless assault, Lan Wangji's composure also broke. A scream tore from his throat. And then another, as Wei Wuxian kept giving and giving and giving. He could not control this primal urge anymore. He thrusted, faster and faster. He panted with each hard shove, his lover trembling beneath him. Trembling arms, trembling legs. And quivering breaths exhaled with little noises of pleasure; was all that was left.
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"I would have never thought, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian managed to breathe out the words between thrusts, "that you could act like such a whore." He ended with a devilish grin.
Lan Wangji's breath hitched. Wei Wuxian's eyes shone with mirth as the reaction didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Oh you like that.. you like that, don't you?"
His head bowed down, and his expression held a hint of danger.
"My whore." He whispered into Lan Wangji's ear, who squirmed under him. "My shameless whore." Lan Wangji made a choked out sound that was close to a whimper.
The smoky black tendrils slithered around their bodies almost unnoticed, except for the few slivers of touch sending shivers down one's spine. The thick smoke climbed downwards, until it was around Lan Wangji's ankles. Lan Wangji's legs were spread wide open, Wei Wuxian between them, thrusting mercilessly. The tendrils moved closer together, pulling his ankles in, till Lan Wangji's knees were all bent, thighs spread fully open, and his ankles were closed over one another and tightly tied there. Wei Wuxian was still between his legs, and Lan Wangji's bound ankles now bounced near Wei Wuxian's buttocks. Because of the way his legs were tied together, Wei Wuxian was also pressed much closer to him, leaning down more.
Wei Wuxian's eyebrows knit together in concentration. His hips pressed close to Lan Wangji's, he fully straightened his arms to gain more force and balance. The position made his spine arch gracefully and his face hovered some distance above Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji was fucked so good, so hard, and had been feeling that overwhelming pleasure for so long; and finally he felt himself close to an orgasm again. Still, he needed something more. His hand itched, and futilely tried to move to touch himself. But then he stopped. He would not need that.
As Wei Wuxian had taken that position, and was now concentrating on hitting the right spot as he thrusted, the ends of the ribbon — that was still neatly tied around his neck in a strong knot — fell upon Lan Wangji's hard, leaking cock. The ribbon brushed against the soft skin, fluttering like a butterfly. Lan Wangji's eyes widened, and with a sharp intake of breath his neck arched back. He spilled his release over his own abdomen, and some over Wei Wuxian's chest. And as Wei Wuxian moved so he himself could also finish, a drop of Lan Wangji's cum dripped off the end of the long, white ribbon.
Lost in the haze of his orgasm, Lan Wangji realised a few seconds too late that Wei Wuxian came soon after him. He had only realised that Wei Wuxian had reached his climax after the other had stilled completely and was catching his breath.
Lan Wangji took in the sight before him. Wei Wuxian looming over him, panting, his eyes wild and bloodshot but sparkling like something had awakened within him and was overpowering him with its happiness.
Lan Wangji blinked, his eyes soft, a glimmer of tears hidden beneath those lids. Just what he wouldn't have given to have this with Wei Wuxian back then. Just what he wouldn't do to keep that flurry of emotion on Wei Wuxian's face forever. With a twinge of regret, of not being able to give such happy memories to that Wei Wuxian of the past, Lan Wangji blinked his tears away. His eyes slowly fluttered close and he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes and refocused them, Wei Wuxian was lying beside him to his left, asleep, a blissed out expression on his face. His hair was all open, spread out around his face, and his hand clutched the forehead ribbon. It was a replica of the scene Lan Wangji witnessed every time after they made love.
The only difference was the scar on this Wei Wuxian's chest. And his appearance. Although the features were quite different, the person held the same expression as he always did, and the two faces' features blurred together in Lan Wangji's mind, somewhat overlapping, somewhat reforming.
He leaned to the side and kissed Wei Wuxian's left cheek.
He would love him forever no matter what, no matter where, in any and every form.
Some time later:
Wei Wuxian was lying on Lan Wangji's crumpled and soiled robes. He was fast asleep, and Lan Wangji was gently stroking his cheek. Out of nowhere, a fluffy, white bunny hopped up to Lan Wangji and started sniffing his calf. Lan Wangji looked down at it, utterly confused. Since when were there bunnies in the burial mounds? Wasn't that a bit unrealistic?? Lan Wangji sat up and looked around. Just then, another bunny came out from the distance, on his left side, and started sniffing at the side of Wei Wuxian's torso. Lan Wangji felt even more helpless.
Upon seeing those rabbits and taking a few seconds to meditate and arrange his thoughts, Lan Wangji came to the conclusion that he was truly too tired. He sighed and laid back down beside his husband, closing his eyes.
After all, this was his dream.
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As soon as Lan Wangji closed his eyes, he opened them to the ceiling of the Jingshi. He turned and saw his husband beside him, still asleep, though his eyes were restless; probably pulling himself out from the last stages of the dream.
Sometime later, Wei Wuxian also opened his eyes.
"We need to do something about that incense burner."
"Mn."
Wei Wuxian buried his face into the side of Lan Wangji's naked chest and squealed. It was definitely Wei Wuxian who had lit that incense burner, but a part of him had believed that it must have lost most of its power by that point. And the other part didn't really care either way and wanted to cause some harmless mischief. Who knew that Wei Wuxian would end up digging his own grave, make his own coffin, and then pour back grave dirt on himself too!
After Wei Wuxian was done venting his feelings in the form of weird noises, Lan Wangji patting his back all the way through it, he looked up at his husband and smiled. Pulling the other closer, he draped himself over Lan Wangji, arms around his chest and one leg wrapped around Lan Wangji's legs.
"So my beloved husband wanted to do these things to my past self, huh? First you wanted to fuck me in the library as a young student. And now I get to know that you also wanted to fuck me when I was the fearsome Yiling Laozu? Hanguang Jun, be honest, exactly what thoughts have you had about me in the past? During all of my ages?"
Lan Wangji flipped their positions so he was on top and bracketed Wei Wuxian's head between his arms.
Wei Wuxian leans up to whisper in his ear
"Lan Zhan, do you really want to use Suibian in that way, huh? Does er-gege wish to use my sword to do such things? Lan er-gege, please leave my poor Suibian alone. Why don't you use your own "sword" for that purpose—"
Lan Wangji effectively shut him up with a kiss; deep and thorough.
"Do you want me to demonstrate?"
"Huh? Demonstrate what? Lan er-gege?" Wei Wuxian was lightheaded from being kissed so hard and couldn't immediately interpret the meaning of Lan Wangji's words. Lan Wangji swiftly tore off all his clothing and pressed their erections together. Wei Wuxian's eyes widened.
Taking one step forward, Lan Wangji also took off his forehead ribbon and tied it around Wei Wuxian's neck the exact same way as he had done in their dream.
And then, he pulled one end of it with his teeth, making Wei Wuxian gasp. Lan Wangji carried that end all the way down till his mouth reached Wei Wuxian's cock. He stopped, ribbon clenched between his teeth, and glanced up at Wei Wuxian, eyes full of mirth. Wei Wuxian pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. He then bit his lower lip and smiled at his husband.
Lan Wangji then proceeded to demonstrate each dreams and every extremely lewd thought that he'd had about Wei Wuxian in the past and present.