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In the beginning, it seems like an ordinary nighthunt, and no one notices anything out of place.
There’s no resentful energy left, nor do they sense any evil intent when Lan WangJi and Wei Wuxian approach the tombstone to make sure that the spirit has been sealed correctly.
It takes a considerable amount of time before something starts to feel off - they are already close to the inn they are staying at.
Because of how loud the juniors (accompanied by Wen Ning) are arguing about which one of them had been the best in the hunt, the wince Lan WangJi lets out is barely audible, but his head snaps up in worry when he hears Wei Wuxian do the same.
Wei Wuxian’s face is scrunched up in pain - Lan WangJi reaches out and places a warm hand on his shoulder.
Then, as soon as they touch, the pain stops.
“Uh.”
“...the pain stopped.”
“You felt it too, Lan Zhan?”
“Mn.”
“What the hell?”
Soon enough, they come to the conclusion that the pain is tolerable for about five minutes before it turns into crippling pain. This means that they have to be within touching distance at all times and touch each other at least every five minutes.
As the situation is already embarrassing as it is, they decide not to tell the juniors that they have been cursed. They will figure out the solution on their own.
It’s already late, so they agree to go back to the place where they found the gravestone in the morning.
A few days ago, when they first arrived into town, they had booked two separate rooms at the inn, but well, sleeping in separate rooms was no longer an option.
“...so… which side of the bed, Lan Zhan?”
“...I don’t mind.”
“Okay. I’ll take the one next to the window!”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian ignores the way his heart flutters when Lan WangJi settles down beside him and inches closer, until their shoulders are touching.
“... good night, Lan Zhan.”
“Mn. Sleep well.”
He doesn’t sleep well.
Wei Wuxian is aware that he is dreaming when he finds himself at a crossroads, a sense of urgency and panic filling him. The road is dark and he cannot really see anything.
He calls out a name, only to forget the name immediately.
Then, a man on a black horse, wearing a white attire, approaches him and says: “Let’s go.”
“...do I know you?”
“You called for me.”
“Ah??? I don’t even know you.”
The man furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth to say something, but a sword is plunged straight into his heart, making his mouth overflow with blood.
Behind him, there’s another man - strangely enough, this man is dressed in a black attire, and he’s riding a white horse.
He also says, “Let’s go.”
“... who are you?”
“You have been waiting for me.”
It’s still too dark to see anything, but Wei Wuxian knows that following either of these men is the wrong choice, and so the only reasonable option seems to be running away.
At the end of the road, he can see a dim light.
Once he is close enough, he realizes that the light comes from an old, derelict inn, but that’s not what catches his eye first.
A man is lying face down, outside the inn’s door - Wei Wuxian can only see the upper part of his body.
There’s a pool of blood underneath him and he does not seem to be moving - the clothes he is wearing look rather expensive, rich, and he’s grasping a delicate umbrella in his right hand.
Before Wei Wuxian can do anything, the steps of another person echo through the dark night, and Wei Wuxian’s eyes snap up to the entrance door.
The person is half-hidden, Wei Wuxian can only see a flash of white teeth, the glint of a sword in their hand - he swallows, realizing how scared he is.
The man utters, with the same tone that you would use to scold a naughty child.
“You have seen something that you shouldn’t have…-”
That’s when Wei Wuxian wakes up, gasping for air - terrified.
“Wei Ying?”
Right. Right. Lan WangJi is in bed with him - he’s … they are cursed.
Could the nightmare also be related?
The warm weight of Lan WangJi’s hand on his shoulder calms him down, he can breathe normally again.
“Wei Ying. Are you okay?”
“Hmm… yeah, just… a nightmare, I guess…”
“Mn…”
“It was …weird, like … I knew I was dreaming but I was scared for my life? Someone had some really strong ill feelings in that dream…ah, Lan Zhan…they said…they said…”
Lan WangJi tightens his grip, encouraging him to continue.
“...they said that I have seen something that I shouldn’t have… do you think… maybe, maybe it could be related to the curse?”
“It’s possible.”
“...Lan Zhan…”
“Mn?”
“I’m glad you are here.”
Again, there’s that impossibly soft smile on Lan WangJi’s face, the one reserved only for Wei Wuxian - and Wei Wuxian cannot stop staring. It’s just so beautiful.
Although being cursed is not exactly the best thing in the world and Wei Wuxian would not recommend it (zero out of ten stars!) - he is grateful that he gets to spend more time with Lan WangJi.
The extra perk is also that they have to be touching at all times, which he knows Lan WangJi must find extremely annoying, but he’s just so good that he hasn’t even complained about it once.
Wei Wuxian is so lost in his thoughts that at first he does not notice the pain - but then it starts to increase, despite Lan WangJi’s hand still being on his shoulder.
“Uh… Lan Zhan, are you also- ?”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian instinctively grabs Lan WangJi’s hand and once again, the pain stops.
“....eh?”
“.. it seems…”
“Like… we … we … we have to touch more?”
“Mn….” Lan Wangji swallows.
“....uh.”
To be absolutely sure of what works, they try again and again, they separate, experience crippling pain, and it is only when their hands touch that the pain stops.
“Hm.”
“....yeah.”
That is not good - Wei Wuxian’s mind is flooded with embarrassing situations such as: “Lan Zhan, can you hold my hand while I relieve myself?” or “Lan Zhan, can you help me with my underwear?”.
This curse is truly the work of a sadist.
The first breakfast after the discovery turns out to be a funny event too. At first, when Lan WangJi and Wei Wuxian show up downstairs holding hands, the juniors and Wen Ning do not bat an eye.
Then, Jin Ling blinks.
“Wait… a second … is Hanguang-jun holding my uncle’s hand?”
Lan JingYi raises an intrigued eyebrow “What are you -?” - he stops there because Lan WangJi and Wei Wuxian are indeed ordering their food while holding hands.
“It finally happened!” Ouyang Zizhen exclaims.
The sanest of them all, Lan Sizhui, excuses himself and makes his way to their table.
“Hanguang-jun, Wei Qianbei… is something amiss?”
“Ah… well, hahahaha ….the funny things is-”
“We are cursed.”
“Lan Zhan!! Build some suspense!! Where’s the surprise in just flat-out saying that we are cursed??!”
Lan Sizhui and Lan WangJi stare at him with the same expression, which could be roughly translated as ‘why would you surprise someone with a curse?’
In any case, Lan Sizhui, being the best boy as usual, immediately starts to ask questions about the curse: since when, what does it do, is it painful, how do you cope with it, do you remember anything out of the ordinary… and so on.
Suffice to say, the tea is cold by the time the interrogation is over.
In the end, the juniors and Wen Ning all follow them.
But the worst thing is that the tombstone does not give them any clues. There’s a name on it, which sounds foreign (Madhou), but other than that, they find out nothing more.
The examination of the surrounding area does not yield any results either. All in all, it turns out to be a very frustrating trip.
“Maybe someone just got tired of you two not doing anything about your obvious lo-” Lan Jingyi does not get to finish the sentence because Lan Sizhui slaps a hand over his mouth.
“Ah?”
“Nothing, nothing, Wei Qianbei. We’re just thinking out loud!”
“...” Lan WangJi would like to disappear into the terrain and become a plant, but he won’t do that for now, because Wei Wuxian is holding his hand, and plants cannot hold hands.
“So, Wei Qianbei… you said that you had a strange dream which could be connected to the curse, right?” Lan Sizhui asks.
“Yeah…”
“What if the dead person you saw in the dream is the one buried here?”
“I don’t think so… the one buried here should be a child. That person was an adult.”
“His son?”
“Hanguang-jun, let’s try to play inquiry, maybe we can ask him about his past!”
“Mn.”
Inquiry does not help much either; all the poor child remembers is the war, nothing else.
They spend days like this - they go back to the gravestone and interrogate the child, hoping to gain his trust or to discover something more.
They don’t.
Back at the inn, after getting over the embarrassment of asking Lan WangJi to help him do things like putting on clothes or washing his back once again, Wei Wuxian really feels exhausted.
When he risks a glance over at Lan WangJi who is lying in bed beside him, he can tell that he’s also tired.
“Lan Zhan?”
“Mn.”
“We will figure it out soon. Don’t worry.”
“Mn.”
And because he is shameless, Wei Wuxian snuggles closer, and rests his chin on Lan WangJi’s shoulder.
“Is this okay? I’m … a bit cold.”
“Mn.”
Lan WangJi is grateful that it is very dark in the room at present, although he is not so sure that his ears have not become incandescent. They do feel extremely warm.
He waits until Wei Wuxian’s breath evens out, and then blaming (thanking) the curse, he wraps an arm around him, running a hand up and down his back, until he also falls deep in sleep.
In another dream, Wei Wuxian recognizes the man from the previous dream - the one who was lying face down in a pool of blood.
There is an aura of mystery surrounding him - he’s dressed elegantly again, as if he were going to an important event.
The man does not seem to be able to speak, but he gestures for Wei Wuxian to follow him, so he does.
The place seems familiar, and yet a distant memory.
While he is aware that he’s dreaming, his breath is knocked right out of him when he hears the first, heart wrenching note of a guqin.
There, a mere twenty steps away from him, sits Lan WangJi. Every time his fingers strum along the strings, they paint them in crimson. The pristine white of his clothes is also showing stains of blood seeping through.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian screams, but Lan WangJi is unable to hear him.
“He can’t hear you,” a voice to his left says.
It’s the man who led him here - finally, he speaks..
“What… what is this?”
“A memory. Every day, for sixteen years, Lan WangJi played a song for you.”
Wei Wuxian inhales sharply.
When he wakes up, he’s sobbing quietly, and he can’t stop.
For the first time since he has been cursed, Wei Wuxian wakes up alone.
“A memory,” a man says to Lan WangJi, as they stand in the burial mounds, spectators of a truly heartbreaking sight.
Amidst the desolation, Wei Wuxian is alone - he suffers, invisible to everyone but ghosts and lost souls, and Lan WangJi cannot reach him. The melody he’s humming to himself is the same that Lan WangJi sang to him in the Xuanwu cave.
“Why did you curse us?”
“Me? I did no such thing~ It’s the man in the other dream who cursed you both. I’m just helping him out, you see.”
“Who… what are you?”
“I’m Ray but you can call me ray of sunshine!” The creature says; seemingly finding the situation amusing.
Lan WangJi does not.
“What does he want?”
“Ah, the same thing you wanted. To save someone he loves.”
Not even that seems to tempt Lan WangJi to say anything more, so the man (if he is a man, perhaps the word being would be more appropriate) continues to speak about how the man in the other dream just needs to borrow the Yiling Laozu.
The words reach Lan WangJi as if he was immersed in water - the only thing he’s focused on is Wei Wuxian comforting himself with the notes of their song, chasing away his sorrow with the gentle familiar notes.
Just like Wei Wuxian, when he wakes up tears are rolling down his face.
Something is not right, though.
He is alone.
It’s late morning when the juniors start to worry, not having seen any signs of Lan WangJi and Wei Wuxian.
“... shall we go check on them?” Jin Ling asks.
“... what if… they are, you know?” Lan JingYi has the decency to blush.
“Jingyi!!” Jin Ling hits him on the shoulder - and they begin bickering.
Lan Sizhui’s attention has been caught by a foreigner sitting at the table closest to the door - he does not seem to fit in.
For a second, he meets his eyes, and the stranger seems to smile at him. However, he is distracted by Ouyang Zizhen running down the stairs and shouting: “Hanguang-jun and Wei Qianbei are not waking up!”
Before following the rest of the juniors to his seniors’ room, Lan Sizhui glances back at the table but the stranger is gone.
Just like Ouyang Zizhen said, Lan WangJi and Wei Wuxian seem to be deep in slumber.
A curse mark is now visible on both of their necks, in the shape of a gardenia, translucent against their skin.
“What kind of flower is that?” A grumpy Jin Ling asks.
“It’s a gardenia, you dumbass.”
“Hey! Why should I know, huh?! Actually, why do you know!”
It doesn’t take long for Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi to start fighting (again) about such nonsense that even Lan Sizhui looks mildly irritated.
The situation makes them realize how much they rely on their seniors to save the day whenever something goes wrong. This time, it is their turn to rescue them, but the problem is that they don’t even know where to begin.
So, they sit on the floor, and each of them shares their opinion - Lan Sizhui speaks of the foreign man at the inn, Ouyang Zizhen recalls reading about an ancient curse that puts people to sleep so that they can be controlled in their dreams, Jin Ling suggests asking around town about the man, and Lan Jingyi thinks that they should split into two groups.
Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling and Ouyang Zizhen will go to the local sect’s library to see if they have any books about ancient curses.
Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning will try to find the foreigner.
Surprisingly, the foreign man is easy to find - he is the only one in the whole town.
Even more surprising is the fact that he speaks perfect Mandarin, without an accent.
He doesn’t seem suspicious nor does he seem unfriendly when Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning politely ask if they can join him for a cup of tea.
“Please, do.”
“What brings you to this small town?”
“Hmm, I heard a famed necromancer was about to visit. I didn’t want to miss it.”
Lan Sizhui exchanges a look with Wen Ning, who nods, so he is not trying to hide it, they both think.
“You mean… Wei… Wei gongzi?” Wen Ning asks.
“Yes.”
“Forgive me… for overstepping… but were you the one who cursed Hanguang-jun and Wei Qianbei?”
“Yes, I was,” he says simply, “..the Yiling laozu is helping me out and in return, I am helping him.”
“What do you mean?”
“The curse feeds on unspoken words… unspoken love.”
“How do we break it?”
The man laughs at the ingenuity, “You expect me to tell you everything, little one?”
He disappears in smoke before Lan Sizhui can say anything.
The dream world Wei Wuxian wakes up in is a blank canvas, there is no one, there is no sound, just endless, silent nature.
He wants to see Lan WangJi.
He wants to wake up in Lan WangJi’s arms.
Hours and hours, perhaps days, pass in solitude until he comes to a clearing where there is a small, clear lake. What he expects to see when he crouches down by the water is his own reflection, but instead, he sees Lan WangJi.
The hand he stretches forward through the water goes through Lan WangJi, distorting the image.
What if… what if, they will be just stuck into this torture? Stuck in a world where he cannot hear Lan WangJi’s voice, where he cannot touch him, where he cannot tease him.
“I have found a way to reverse the curse!” Jin Ling announces triumphant, bursting into the room with visible excitement.
“You did nothing! I found the right chapter!” Lan Jingyi grumbles behind him.
The truth is that Ouyang Zizhen was the one who had narrowed it down to the right curse, but those were details - the most important thing is to save their seniors, so he stays silent and lets the other two take the credit.
There were two ways to break the curse; the first was to kill whoever had cast it, and the second was to infiltrate their dream state and bring them back.
They all gather in Jin Ling’s room and prepare themselves; Lan Jingyi will go into Wei Wuxian’s dream and Ouyang Zizhen will go into Lan WangJi’s, while Lan Sizhui will play the curse-dispelling melody and Jin Ling will be ready to call them back if anything goes wrong.
Although the juniors encouraged each other, repeating that all would turn out to be okay, nothing could have prepared Ouyang Zizhen for the poignant scene he finds himself in.
Throughout his short life, he has not experienced anything like this.
Not too far away, Lan WangJi stares mournfully into another world, perhaps a memory, where Wei Wuxian looks like the ghost of himself, pale and hollow.
When he moves closer, he realizes that Lan WangJi’s face is wet, he is crying.
“We have an intruder!”
Ouyang Zizhen does not recognize the voice behind him and startled, he trips forward and falls face flat on the hard ground. Lan WangJi does not even flinch at the loud noise.
“Oops… didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
“... are … are you the one who is keeping Hanguang-jun here?” Ouyang Zizhen asks, getting up to his feet and eyeing the strange creature now in front of him.
“Hmm? Hanguang-jun?? Ohh, you mean the pretty man who is in love with the necromancer? Yeah, no…not anymore.”
“....Uh?”
“He won’t leave…”
Ouyang Zizhen is extremely confused - that doesn’t make sense.
The man - creature - explains the story behind the curse, which is pitiful really. The poor child who died in the war was the brother of the cultivator who cast the curse.
He never got the chance to tell him how much he cared about him.
“So, you know… he borrowed the Yiling Laozu to do that… and in exchange, he wanted to show them how much they love each other… so they can…actually say it out loud, instead of pining for another twenty years.”
“... so this… is what… a friendly curse?”
“I guess you can put it that way.”
“....and he doesn’t want to leave.”
“Try to convince him, be my guest.”
There’s no point in backing out now. Ouyang Zizhen sits next to Lan WangJi and tells him a story.
Wei Wuxian is the first to wake up and he panics when he sees that Lan WangJi is beside him motionless.
But Lan WangJi jolts awake - gasping for air.
When they meet each other’s eyes, the relief is like a wave that hits their body in full, and they fall into each other’s arms.
“I thought… I thought I was going to lose you, Lan Zhan…I-”
Lan WangJi is crying into Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, and he can’t stop the tears - he is so relieved, he is so relieved that he can feel the warmth of Wei Wuxian’s body against his own.
“Wei Ying is never going to lose me.”
“....Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian’s breath hitches in his throat. He can’t mean…
“In death or in life - I am Wei Ying’s.”
“....what… what are you saying?”
“It doesn’t matter what shape or form I take, I am yours. There’s nothing that can change that - I lived in a world without you and I was still yours…in a world without me, I will be yours.”
Wei Wuxian’s breath is a rattle - when he exhales it is so painful that he feels like he is choking on thin air. He can’t stop the ugly, unsightly tears.
“Oh… Lan Zhan… you… you can’t…”
Wei Wuxian releases his grip on Lan WangJ’s hand wraps his arms around him, burying his nose into Lan WangJi’s skin, pressing his mouth to Lan WangJi’s pulse point so he can feel the vibrations against his lips - Lan WangJi is alive.
“I don’t want to live in a world without you, Lan Zhan…”
Lan WangJi allows himself to rest a hand on Wei Wuxian’’s hair, caressing him gently.
“You won’t have to.”
Wei Wuxian keeps pressing kisses to his neck - sniffling, trying to rein back the tears.
When the juniors arrive to check if the curse-dispelling melody worked, they find them like that. Wei Wuxian in Lan WangJi’s lap unwilling to let go and glued to Lan WangJi - who is holding him just as tight.
It’s Wen Ning who closes the door again and leads the way downstairs so that the juniors can have a meal and rest.
It really takes a long while before Wei Wuxian and Lan WangJi pull away - they stay like that, without saying a word, for god knows how long.
When they finally do, the tender way in which Wei Wuxian wipes away the tears from Lan WangJi’s face with his thumb is almost too much.
“Lan Zhan….” Wei Wuxian says, breathless.
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian looks at him from underneath his lashes - shy and hesitant.
“Wei Ying…”
Lan WangJi’s voice is soft, but it’s breaking - he sounds insecure.
“... yeah?”
“... what I said…. I meant it.”
“... you?”
“I know… Wei Ying does not feel the same…”
“Lan Zhan! No! How …could you think that?”
“... Wei Ying…?”
Lan WangJi’s heart is pounding in his chest - he does not want to allow himself to feel the tiniest glimmer of hope.
“Lan Zhan.. I love you so much… I’m so… so …I mean, it took a curse for me to realize…”
“Wei Ying … loves me…?”
The nod Wei Wuxian gives him is so small, so timid, and Lan WangJi loves him so much that he doesn’t even notice that he’s crying again.
“... Lan Zhan… ?”
“Wei Ying, I love you… I love you, I have loved you, and I will love you.”
It’s so embarrassing but they are both choking up with tears, two grown men, two esteemed (well, one esteemed, one cursed) cultivators crying about, out of, in love.
Despite the snot running down Wei Wuxian’s face and despite the ugly tears burning their way down his skin, Lan WangJi has never ever seen anything more beautiful, and it’s with this thought in mind that he cups Wei Wuxian’s face in his, and finally, finally brings their lips together.
Wei Wuxian’s eyelashes flutter as his eyes close and as he opens his mouth to let Lan WangJi in - they kiss as if the other’s mouth is the only place where they can find air to breathe.
Time is no longer a god.
Some way or other, it doesn’t matter how, Wei Wuxian ends up in Lan WangJi’s lap again.
Finally, Wei Wuxian laughs and there really is no sound in the world that Lan WangJi loves more - no matter what he is laughing about, even if it’s the silliest thing, Lan WangJi wishes he could turn it into a song.
“Ah, Hanguang Jun… look at you, the noble Hanguang Jun’s dick is pressing against my ass… what shall I do?”
“Wei Ying.”
“Hmm? I think… first of all, we should get all of these clothes off, they are in the way.”
“Mn.”
Lan WangJi couldn't agree more and he all but rips their clothes off, earning a fake-scandalized yelp from Wei Wuxian.
Yet, Wei Wuxian’s attention is caught by the mark on Lan WangJi’s chest - and he slides down a little, so that he can press his lips against the scarred skin, making Lan WangJi inhale sharply.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Is this …were you branded because of me?” Was this my fault?
“No. I was drunk.”
“You.. were- you… did this yourself?”
“Mn.”
“Why?”
“I missed you.”
“Oh Lan Zhan….”
In the fading moonlight, Lan WangJi is so breathtakingly beautiful that Wei Wuxian can do nothing else but kiss him, again, again, and again.
When he reaches a hand down to stroke Lan WangJi, he swallows the gasp into his mouth, and fuck, he is so big.
“Wei Ying…”
“Tell me, Lan Zhan… you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Please be gentle with me… I have never…” Wei Wuxian confesses, in between a fit of giggles - he can’t stop peppering kisses all over Lan WangJi’s face.
He is so happy.
“....is Wei Ying teasing?”
“Eh? Lan Zhan! You just took my first kiss and now you’re saying I’m easy?”
“...your first … first…kiss?”
“Yeah!”
Both the old bed and Wei Wuxian make a squeaking noise of protest, as Lan WangJi slams Wei Wuxian’s body down into the mattress.
“Hanguang-jun!! So merciless!!”
For so many years, Lan WangJi thought that he would never have Wei Wuxian like this, so he is now overcome, he cannot control himself - he wants him so much, he wants to do so many things, he loves him so much.
His dick is achingly hard - pressing against Wei Wuxian’s soft skin, as he grinds against him, almost clumsily. They cannot keep their hands off of each other.
Wei Wuxian wants everything.
When Lan WangJi’s thumb strokes his lower lip, Wei Wuxian kisses it softly, then he takes it into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Lan Zhan… ah,” Wei Wuxian mewls, as he sucks another finger into his mouth.
“Wei Ying… Wei Ying…”
“Ah.. fuck, Lan Zhan… I wish you had two dicks…”
“....”
“Haha… I just can’t decide if I want you in my mouth or in my ass…”
It’s not Wei Wuxian’s dirty talk that breaks Lan WangJi, it’s not, but instead it’s the gentle kiss Wei Wuxian drops on the cloud emblem of Lan WangJi’s headband, as if he wanted to lay claim.
“Is that okay,” Wei Wuxian asks with a small voice, and Lan WangJi’s sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.
And then, Wei Wuxian’s mouth is on his left ear, which is burning up worse than if he was feverish - he kisses it all over, then bites on his earlobe hard, only to lick it soothingly a few seconds after.
“Lan Zhan… you are burning up… you are so cute… ah, I can’t believe… we could have done this… so much- hmm…”
Lan WangJi kisses him - he can’t control himself any longer, so he pins Wei Wuxian’s arms above his head, against the headboard, with one hand, and begins to finger him with his other hand.
They don’t have anything that they can use to make things easier for Wei Wuxian, so spit and pre-cum will have to do (and patience, which Lan WangJi lacks at the moment).
The thought of putting silencing talismans all around the room is something that Wei Wuxian vaguely thinks he should do, but his mind goes blank the moment Lan WangJi pushes inside him - he can only shout.
At least, Lan WangJi covers his mouth with his - so that the shout is not that loud.
“Fuck, Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan…!! Have mercy, fuck!”
Wei Wuxian looks up through half-lidded eyes, arching his back to try and push against Lan WangJi’s.
“Wei Ying…”
“Is it… is it good, Lan Zhan?”
“Mn… Wei Ying is good.”
“Ah, fuck. I think… you can move.”
They lose track of time then; the pain becomes pleasure too at some point, Wei Wuxian thinks he’s ascending into the Heavens or something, because whenever Lan WangJi hits a particular spot he can’t help but moan out loud, ask for more, ask for him to fuck him harder. He can’t get enough.
“Hanguang-jun… Lan er gege… so rough!!! Your Wei Ying won’t be able to walk!!”
The best thing is that whenever he teases him like this, Lan WangJi only goes faster, and fuck, Wei Wuxian loves it.
“Yes. Wei Ying is mine,” Lan WangJi growls, as he flips him over and bites on his shoulder.
The headboard makes a tiny cracking sound when Lan WangJi covers Wei Wuxian’s hand gripping it with his own, and fucks into him harder.
Wei Wuxian’s face is squished into the pillow, as Lan WangJi wrecks him, fucks him into the mattress.
“Lan Zhan!! The bed is going to break!!”
Which… the bed does break. However, not even that stops Lan WangJi - he seems like he doesn’t even notice.
Wei Wuxian is laughing breathlessly and moaning at the same time. He is so close.
What brings Wei Wuxian over the edge is the feeling of being filled up with Lan WangJi’s cum - he feels so warm and full.
Once their breath and their brain is back to normal, Wei Wuxian laughs out loud.
“Hahahaha Lan Zhan!! We destroyed the bed!!!”
“....mn,” and Lan WangJi huffs out a soft chuckle. Wei Wuxian is in love with it. In LOVE.
They are sitting there on a broken bed, Wei Wuxian safely held in his beloved’s arms, and they are in love. Nothing else matters - for once, there’s nowhere else they should be, nothing that they need to do.
“...Wei Ying… is okay?”
“Oh yeah…want to do this everyday with you…actually…”
With a mischievous giggle, Wei Wuxian kisses his way down to Lan WangJi’s dick.
“Let me clean you up… get you ready for round two, hmm?”
It’s true that Lan WangJi is a man of a few words, but he thinks that there really are no words to describe how soft, how blissful his Wei Wuxian looks, as he feels Lan WangJi getting hard again inside his mouth.
Lan WangJi brings a hand down to brush the back of his fingers along Wei Wuxian’s cheek; he leans into the touch like a kitten.
Then, he slips a finger into his mouth too - it’s so warm, it’s burning, but Wei Wuxian lets out a pleased noise, as if anything that belongs to Lan WangJi is welcome inside him.
The broken bed creaks again the moment Lan WangJi shifts to give Wei Wuxian more and Wei Wuxian almost chokes, because he begins to laugh just as Lan WangJi tries to reach deeper.
When he pulls away to breathe, he is crying, laughing, and drooling.
“I forgot… hahaha I forgot we broke the bed!”
“Mn,” Lan WangJi says - fond.
And there is a moment when Wei Wuxian looks up at him, bright-eyed, and Lan WangJi tucks a strand of hair behind his ear; it’s too much for both of them, they almost vibrate out of their own body, they are so full of love.
Lan WangJi takes off his headband, carefully lifts Wei Wuxian’s silky hair, and ties it up in a bun.
“...Lan Zhan…?”
“Mn. So your hair won’t get in the way.”
“.... you… but… your headband?”
“It’s yours.”
“I will cry!!! I know we are talking about blowjobs but I will cry!! Lan Zhan!!!”
Has anyone ever cried of happiness while giving a blowjob? He doesn’t know! Well, he can be the first!!
The sound of the bed shattering is loud - so loud it could be heard downstairs.
“Do you think they are fucking?” Lan Jingyi asks.
“Jingyi!!!” Lan Sizhui spits tea from his nose.
Jin Ling wishes to be one with the floor - what a scarring image… his uncle and Hanguang-jun. Ew.
“Don’t be crass, they are making love~” Ouyang Zizhen says - starry eyed.
“Whatever, fucking, making love, having sex, I hope they are!” Lan Jingyi declares, holding the cup of tea up in the air, like you would when making a toast with wine.
Suddenly, they are all crying and they don’t know why.
“Why are you crying, you dumbass??” Lan Jingyi mumbles through the tears.
“I don’t know, why are you?!” Jin Ling almost cannot speak, he is crying so much.
“Because you are crying so I started to cry!!”
“I’m just so happy for Hanguang-jun!” Ouyang Zizhen sobs, and Lan Sizhui pats his shoulder.
He is also crying; he has seen Lan WangJi grieve in silence for so many years, he has seen him devote his whole life to being someone Wei Wuxian would have been proud of.
They are his family, and he can’t wait to hug them the next time he sees them, he can’t wait to tell them just how much he loves them.
Meanwhile, Wen Ning sits quietly and smiles softly as he watches them.