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Wei Wuxian had lost hope, but his pride had yet to falter.

The Wen Sect had attacked the Lotus Pier, using Wei Wuxian’s bad attitude as their excuse. He’d lost his home and his foster parents, such as they were, and Jiang Cheng had been bent on revenge. It had ended with them here, branded as traitors to the government. He didn’t know what had happened to Jiang Chen, but he assumed that his fate was much the same.

Time had blurred for him, though the unmarked stretches of time formed a pattern. There was the cold gray cell with the propaganda television upon the wall, proclaiming virtues and sins, and the Wen Sect’s superiority over all. There was the processing room, with the bureaucrat who explained his situation. He was now the property of the state. Because of his youth and his appearance (“Oh, are you saying I’m pretty? You’re not really my type, I don’t really go for lump-faced brown-nosers like you…”), he had the opportunity to be a helpmeet, if he would agree to yield to the training.

Wei Wuxian expressed that he was enjoying their hospitality so very much, he could not possibly wish to leave.

And then there was the torture, which went on for hours, until he wept and screamed. They explained to him that this was still a merciful torture, which left no damage. He still had the opportunity to become a helpmeet. He could serve an honorable clan and be well-treated. (“Oh, are you saying I can be someone’s bitch? I hope they’re prettier than you.”)

After the third round of this, they had informed him that this was his last chance. His last offer. If he would yield to the training and accept his role as a helpmeet, he would be fed and given soft clothes and allowed to rest. If he did not yield, he would suffer far more excruciating torture, and then he would be given the opportunity to enter a work camp or to labor in a mine. The more painful torture would leave him capable of work, but it would leave marks. He would no longer be pretty. (“You really are fixated on me being pretty! I understand that you are in love with me, but really this is no way to go about a courtship!”)

They threw him back in the cell.

Wei Wuxian had some regrets about his insubordination. It would perhaps not be the worst thing to be a helpmeet (especially if he was given to a pretty girl who wanted him as a stud!), but he could not endure yielding his pride and kneeling before some stranger. He did not want to become some mindless, simpering automaton. But the alternative was being tortured until he broke or died. Wei Wuxian was shameless, but he was very proud. He decided that he would be tortured to death before he broke and pleaded for mercy.

The next day, he was brought to a new cell. It was not at all what he expected. It was very large and very white, with a great many lights beaming down from the ceiling. There, they made him kneel in the middle of the floor, and chained his cuffs to a ring in the floor behind him so that he could not slump or stand. Wei Wuxian did not mind this so much. He was accustomed to kneeling.

In front of him was a large mirror that took up the whole wall. He suspected that it was a one-way mirror, so that whoever was on the other side of the glass could watch what happened in the room. Probably Wen Chao, he thought. It would be just like him to want to watch Wei Wuxian’s humiliation and torture, and to not do it himself.

He was left there for a long period of time. At least an hour, but he yet again had no way to tell how much time was passing. This seemed strange to him. Surely this was not the new, worse torture they had promised, and he had not yielded or agreed to cooperate, so there was no reason that they would take mercy on him.

Eventually, the door opened behind him. Wei Wuxian was very curious, so he twisted around to look. It was Lan Zhan!

This was a surprise. Lan Zhan was as flawless as ever, in his white GusuLan Sect clothes that looked like he was in mourning. He looked upright and dignified, so he was certainly not a prisoner here. As far as Wei Wuxian knew, the Lan Sect was still held in esteem by the Wen Sect and the government.

They were not exactly friends. Lan Wangji had never liked him, even though Wei Wuxian was always friendly to him and they had even fought together. Lan Zhan was still too uptight, and Wei Wuxian supposed that Lan Zhan found him inappropriate and annoying. He’d said as much! Almost half the words that Lan Zhan had ever said to him were things like ‘ridiculous’ and ‘pathetic’. Wei Wuxian considered him an ally, and would even have trusted Lan Zhan in most situations, but this was not a good situation. He couldn’t think of any good reason why Lan Zhan would be here, unless he had come to take part in Wei Wuxian’s humiliation.

“Do you work for the Department of Re-Education now, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked, making his voice light and flippant, as though he had not been exhausted, starved, and tortured for days.

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Wei Ying has stopped stroking himself, despite the instruction. Both hands are reaching for Lan Zhan instead. He feels overwhelmed, and the rough, intense pleasure is more than he knows how to deal with. He needs to become used to this, he needs to endure it. Now he understands why a whole day of this would be an ordeal, and why this test will be difficult.

The kiss reassures him, and he hugs his arms tight around Lan Zhan's shoulders to keep him close and to keep the kiss ongoing. He needs the reassurance, while Lan Zhan is moving inside him and he feels like he's being split open. He returns the kiss hungrily, suckling on Lan Zhan's tongue and whining a little.

It does feel good, in a way. There's the fullness and the sensation, especially as it rubs against a spot on the upper side of his tunnel. But it's too rough, too big, too much, and he's feeling already vulnerable with this conflicted situation.

He trusts Lan Zhan, and the kiss grounds him and reassures him. He kisses Lan Zhan desperately, using that as his focus so that he can ignore all his doubts and the physical discomfort.

Lan Zhan has no way of knowing what part of the test they will ask of him. He has heard from the trainers under hushed whispers. Would it be a test of endurance where they have to fuck for half an hour? Would it be obedience where he'll be forced to have his helpmeet recite certain lines and obey certain orders while fucking? Or psychological where they will be both mentally tested? So much worry, as he badly wanted to save him, take him home, and fuck him like this properly in his house in the library pavilion.

Lan Zhan isn't sure how long this training will be and how he can make Wei Ying pass. It could be a few weeks, a few months. The only person outside who can help him is his brother and uncle, but he was cut-off from communication when he last called them. The last call was when he told them he's going into the facility and give them the money. Their last words they said to him, "You're making a big mistake" and back then, his feelings for Wei Ying is one-sided. From then and there, he doubts his own family despite knowing them since birth. He's truly on his own to save Wei Ying.

There's a ripple of pleasure when Wei Ying kisses him, clearing enjoying this. Lan Zhan moans as he kisses him greedily, assaulting his mouth with such a hunger as he continues to pound his cock, slamming into his soft insides, and hearing his whimpers. "Mm..." He's whispering his name while being lip locked.

He searches for his wrists and then tightens his grip around him, and then pins his wrists to the bed above his head. Going harder, he begins to drill inside of him in a reckless rhythm. Cum begins to accumulate, making it slicker and wetter between their connection.

Wei Ying is feeling vulnerable and skittish, and his erection sags a bit as he feels disconnected from what Lan Zhan is doing to him, despite the kisses. But then Lan Zhan pins his wrists and, surprisingly to Wei Ying, he calms. He feels held and safe as Lan Zhan pins him down. The hard thrusts within his body no longer feel as unfamiliar, and something inside his body feels warm and golden, as though Lan Zhan is lighting him up and making him glow from the inside out.

He arches up beneath Lan Zhan, writhing more as the pleasure builds in him. It’s like nothing he’s felt before, and Lan Zhan is giving him no choice in the matter. He’s completely at Lan Zhan’s mercy, and there’s something about that which makes Wei Ying feel safe and fulfilled.

He moans as Lan Zhan ravishes his mouth. Trembling with pleasure, Wei Ying curls his tongue against Lan Zhan’s so that they rub together as Lan Zhan claims his mouth, moving so deeply that Wei Ying almost thinks that Lan Zhan’s tongue will slide down his throat.

The orgasm overtakes him suddenly, nothing like the orgasms he has given himself before. It feels like a great flood spilling through his veins, crashing over his limbs and leaving him wrung out and quivering.

Wei Ying submits his body and yields to him, and that's all he needs. When he arched his back, he can plunge deeper, sending his cock all the way in. He shivered and trembled with pleasure as Wei Ying tight heat clamps around his dick hard, and he couldn't last long as this is his first time.

He continues to pound inside of him until he feels aching and numb, and with a hard grunt, he reached his climax and he grit his teeth and cums inside of him hard, spilling his load in that narrow canal, filling him up and flooding him with so much of his seed. Feeling the crash of his high, he felt his body weak and sagged, his golden eyes hazy. Their kiss drooling and wet.

"...Nngh." He stayed inside of him, but he has to break the kiss to allow Wei Ying to breath and caught up with his wind. He loosen his hold on his wrists when he realized he's holding him tightly, but he feel a flood of warm pleasure release through his body. "You feel wonderful."

Lan Zhan keeps moving inside him, drawing out Wei Ying’s pleasure, but once the orgasm releases him, Lan Zhan’s still moving deep inside him. He feels huge, and Wei Ying is glad for the ongoing kiss, because it all feels intense and his body is sore from this unfamiliar invasion. He wants it to end so he can recover, but there’s also a part of him that still wants Lan Zhan to keep going. He feels hungry for this, hungry to be filled with Lan Zhan.

His eyes widen as he feels Lan Zhan pumping inside of him, filling him with seed, and the last few thrusts are slick and slippery with it, which makes Wei Ying gasp and arch suddenly, because it becomes such a different sensation like that. The golden glow feeling becomes hungrier, and he wants Lan Zhan to keep going.

Panting as Lan Zhan finally breaks the kiss, Wei Ying smiles up at him. His wrists are still being held, but he curls his legs gently around Lan Zhan, embracing him. “Lan Wangji, are you pleased?” he asks, smiling fondly as he resumes teasing. “Now you are a man! I feel very ravished.”

In a daze, he felt his own high and orgasm being washed over him. He stayed inside of him, because it's really warm, wet, and he does indeed feels happy and relieved that all the pent-up frustration is filled inside of him. At the first orgasm, he feels satisfied and he does feel like he's truly married to him.

He lets go of his wrists and then wraps his arms around him to embrace him. Now he reached his finished, it doesn't feel bad at all. It feels good. Very good. So that's sex. "Mmm...? I don't know. I think I like it. I like it very much especially if it's only you. I am pleased." With a nod. "So you are."

Now Lan Zhan truly wished the bed is bigger to embrace him. He kisses the juncture between his neck and shoulders, where he playfully bites him to leave his mark on him.

"I think we have time for one more round, and then it's lunch. After that, we have the afternoon free to train some more." Before the dreadful, daily evening class.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying laughs, scolding, at the bite to his shoulder, but he’s starting to really like Lan Zhan’s biting tendencies. The possessiveness makes him feel valuable. Precious. Loved.

“Train,” he repeats, a little bit skeptical about whether ‘training’ is really the most appropriate word for what they’re doing. He hugs his arms around Lan Zhan in return. His heart pounds. He is so glad to have Lan Zhan. “Okay, Lan Wangji ... we can spend the day having sex if you really want to. You’re not allowed to leave me too sore, though! We have to train again tomorrow...”

He kisses and licks the bitten mark in apology. "Mn. A whole day...I would like that. We are making love. That's beautiful. The training is ugly. I do not like to call you mean names." He kisses him some more. "But love is most important so that you know it's the truth. It's the Lan Clan way. We love all things. And I love you." He murmured. "Very much. I can drink you every day like Emperor smiles."

Emperor smiles...that's the first thing he will get him if he manages to get him home. To him, Wei Ying is the most beautiful boy he has fallen in love with. In sadness, "The test is going to be hard. So do your best."

Lan Zhan feels himself harden again while being inside of him. "Let's go again...? I'm going to go again. One last round. To cum inside of you." Between both of them, they're already wet. Another round for seconds.

Lan Zhan is such a romantic. Wei Ying smiles, heart fluttering. He loves attention, especially when it's admiring attention, and he can feel his heart swelling for Lan Zhan. He's always liked Lan Zhan, and now that Lan Zhan is being adoring and protective, telling him how precious he is, Wei Ying likes him more and more, until he thinks he likes Lan Zhan more than anyone. Maybe not more than his shijie, but anyone else for sure.

"Have you been drinking Emperor's Smile every day, Lan Wangji?" Wei Ying asks, laughing as he teases. The expression makes him blush, because he likes the thought of Lan Zhan valuing him as much as Wei Ying values Emperor's Smile. "How you've changed!"

But as they flirt and tease, Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan harden inside of him. His eyes widen a moment before Lan Zhan suggests going again, and he laughs in impressed surprise. He didn't know it was possible to get hard again so quickly, and Lan Zhan is so eager. "Lan Zhan, you're insatiable!" Wei Ying teases him, laughing breathlessly because he's a little nervous about another round, though he loves how Lan Zhan becomes so stubbornly persuasive when he has something he wants.

At his question, he looks sadden. “No, I have not. I drank only one jar when I went searching for you. One is fatal enough for me. But I promise if we ever get out of here, I will get you one...no not one, but two, three, or if you wish even a dozen Emperor’s smiles when we go back home to Gusu.” As the drink can only be made in the city of Gusu back home.

Though he wasn’t sure if the government decide to make new laws to ban alcohol. Hopefully, there is still Emperor smiles left in Gusu if there is time.

Lan Zhan held him closely in his arms, almost fiercely to make him feel protect. He kisses the side of his neck, and he lifts up his legs to wrap around his hip and made sure he's in a comfortable position on the bed. Placing both hands on the side of his head, he smiles gently, liquid golden eyes full of love for him.

"Yes. I am. And I changed because here you are with me and I am here with you."

At that, he begins slowly, thrusting inside of him again. He is wet inside, the cum from the previous round helps make it slick for easy passage.

Wei Ying gasps as Lan Zhan starts moving again, deep inside him. He's slicker now that Lan Zhan has filled him with come, and the obscene squelching noises are enough to make even Wei Ying blush. "Ah!" he gasps, arching up to take Lan Zhan deeper and then wailing when he succeeds at this, arching up right as Lan Zhan thrusts forward. It feels like Lan Zhan is halfway to his throat, splitting Wei Ying open. "Er-Gege! You're too big. Have mercy!"

He pouts dramatically, pushing at Lan Zhan's chest, which does absolutely nothing. Lan Zhan is too strong, too solid, and Wei Ying gets a little bit distracted by it, fingers dipping to play with Lan Zhan's pretty pink nipples. He can't help the temptation, and it's another opportunity to tease Lan Zhan, which makes Wei Ying immediately forget his objections so that he can play instead.

In a huff, Lan Zhan's breathing becomes ragged as he thrusts inside of him again. He sends his sword to impale all the way inside's Wei Ying's body as his favorite sheath and warmer, ravishing his soft insides to rub against his hidden spot.

"No. No mercy. Train now." He press his mouth on his lips to kiss him hungrily as he moves his body to rock and grind against him, attacking him as he charges forward relentlessly, driving his cock into his virgin body. "You're very sensitive." Even playing with his nipples does not prevail in stopping him.

Then Lan Zhan has another idea, so he stops and pulls out momentarily to leave him empty.

"Turn around. On your hands and knees on all fours. Let's try from behind."

Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan says no mercy, but he's plenty eager to return the kiss, hugging his arms around Lan Zhan's neck as they kiss heatedly. Lan Zhan is merciless, but it feels wonderful. His cock is so warm, and he makes Wei Ying feel incredible.

Despite his complaints, Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan suddenly pulls out, leaving Wei Ying cold and clenching around nothing. "Lan Zhan!" he fusses, pouting at him again.

He cooperates anyway, grumbling as he rolls over and then wiggles up onto his knees. "You're so bossy, Lan Zhan. You just wanted to look at my ass!"

In the interests of this, Wei Ying arches his back to show off the curve of his cheeks as much as possible.

Now that he turned him over in the most submissive, enticing position with him arching his back, he's truly not going to show any mercy. That hole won't be empty for long.

"Wei Ying...yes. Because it's mine."

As soon Wei Ying obeys him, Lan Zhan mounts him from behind, clutching his hips, and then just as swiftly, pushes his cock to ram inside of him again, and start moving to resume from before, sending his cock all the way inside up to the hilt, not sparing him, and using him to the fullest extent.

Wei Ying gasps, eyes widening in surprise as Lan Zhan states his claim like that. It no longer feels like just part of the act they're putting on to get him out of here. It's not just his 'training' to pass the test. Lan Zhan means it, just like Lan Zhan meant that he loves him.

Moaning and shuddering as Lan Zhan slams back into him, Wei Ying claws at the mattress, trying to get away by at least a few inches so that he'll have some reprieve. Lan Zhan's grip is so strong, holding him in place as Lan Zhan thrusts into him again and again.

"Lan Wangji!" Wei Ying calls, in between the gasps and whimpers that come with every thrust. "I always suspected you wanted to stab me with your sword, but I didn't imagine you meant it like this!!"

Whining piteously, Wei Ying notices the long hair spilling around him on either side and gets an idea. Wrapping his hands around two lengths of that dark hair, Wei Ying pulls him down so that their heads are close. "Hanguang-Jun, say again that I am yours," he demands.

With a shuddering breath, Lan Zhan looks a lot less graceful than he usually is. He's really into it, fucking him senseless as he increases his speed, pistoning his cock in and out of his body so possessively. He nearly bit his lower lip, cause it to bleed as he knitted his brow together in sweat. He has heard from the others that it's acceptable to pass around the helpmeets. Lan Zhan has no intention of doing that ever. He would rather die. He'll do more than just drinking vinegar, that person won't live to see the day. He must be the only one for Wei Ying, the only one.

Thus he was so determined to claim Wei Ying so aggressively as a part of his strategy, his self-restraint eroded. His long hair spilled down his shoulders during his concentration. This is more than pleasure, but claiming his ownership so protectively and fiercely.

Lan Zhan is being mindful of his strength, though he's digging his nails on his hips, leaving marks as he holds his beloved in place. Wei Ying's whimpers and moans of pain only aroused him more, increasing the flow of hot cum, lewd sounds of flesh slamming hard into flesh, pounding him numb.

Bending his neck forward, he pressed his lips to his ear. "Wei Wuxian. Wei Ying. You are mine. Mine. Mine." He whispered his name and his words over and over until his climax crashed through his body, and in that instant, with a heavy growl from the back of his throat, he came hard inside of him, spilling his seed, filling him up thickly to the brim.

Wei Ying wailed as Lan Zhan pounded him, squirming more vigorously beneath him. "Lan Zhaaaaaan," he begged. "It's too hard, too rough!"

He could feel Lan Zhan moving ever faster into him, their connection slick with Lan Zhan's seed. Wei Ying had never imagined that under Lan Zhan's civilized and restrained demeanor was such a beast! His thick cock rutted into Wei Ying, stretching him, and Wei Ying's body caressed at Lan Zhan in return, welcoming him into Wei Ying's defenseless hole.

Shuddering as Lan Zhan gave him the possessive words he'd requested, Wei Ying felt his muscles clench around Lan Zhan with a spasm of pleasure, as if his traitorous body was thanking Lan Zhan for claiming him like this. The dark, predatory growl sent chills down Wei Ying's spine, pricking all his skin to gooseflesh. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. Gasping and then choking on a whimper, Wei Ying started to come at that growl, and kept coming as he felt Lan Zhan's cock jetting inside of him, fountaining thick waves of his seed. "Lan Zhan," he whimpered, devastated with sensation.

At his pleading, he slows down with his thrusts as he has reached his finished. His breathing slows, his heartbeats against his chest, his excitement winds down as he heard Wei Ying cried out for mercy.

He filled him up to the brim inside of that hole and stayed inside for long moments afterward, not wanting to leave him, to feel the hot thick fluid and tight heat a little while longer. He loves to hear Wei Ying whimper and gasp again, to see that vulnerable side of him.

But they need rest. So, slowly he pulls out. Intimacy, he needs that now. He wraps his arm around Wei Ying in an embrace as they cuddle in bed. Wordlessly, he kisses him tenderly as he holds him close.

"Wei Ying, you're not hurt are you?"

"I'm only a little bit hurt," Wei Ying assures him, returning the kisses and snuggling close. "You're so big, Lan Zhan. I'm going to be sore."

He keeps his legs tight together, cheeks burning with the awareness of Lan Zhan's seed still thick and full inside him. "You came so much."

Caressing Lan Zhan's cheek, Wei Ying smiles at him. He's glad that Lan Zhan was his first, and that Lan Zhan is here to keep him safe. "I'm glad that you came here for me, Lan Zhan. Thank you."

It's cold in their room, but Lan Zhan is so warm. Wei Ying sighs with contentment as he cuddles close. "You're warm, Lan Er-Gege."

Lan Zhan is a little lost at what to do, but he wanted to comfort him. He comforts him with back rubs and massages. "Mn...I'm sorry." While he isn't sure if he is able to keep him safe as he's only human. The bruises on his back is sore as well, and he occasionally got shocked by the taser in an attempt to protect him.

"I came for you." He murmured as he continues hold him in his arms, comforting him with his touches. Lan Zhan gives and gives, thinking of him only. "I thought of you for all of this time."

The brainwashing program have no succeeded in crushing and breaking his spirit. As he comforts Wei Ying in his bed, Lan Zhan starts humming the song, the song composed for him. It was WangXian, his love song for him. It wasn't complete as he haven't figure out the lyrics yet, but the tune he has in his head, he shares with him.

Lan Zhan begins to hum, and it's a sweet and longing tune. Wei Ying smiles as he listens, because it's a lovely song, and it soothes him. He feels so warm and safe in Lan Zhan's arms, and the song makes his heart ache with how lovely it is.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs, smiling. Lan Zhan is so sweet to him, and Wei Ying doesn't regret his decision. He's glad to belong to him. He'd give himself another thousand times, if he could.

"So when are we going to sign the papers to make you belong to me?" Wei Ying flirts, smiling as he leans close to kiss the side of Lan Zhan's throat. His tongue flicks out briefly, wanting to make him squirm.

Lan Zhan isn't entirely sure if anything he signed is concrete. For all he knows, they can make up their minds and turn the tables on him. Having played chess with his brother, learning the art of archery and swordsmanship, it's in his nature to outmaneuver his enemy in order to win a victory. The Lan Clan has kept scrolls on the art of warfare and strategies back home. But he wondered if there is anything in the library that is still intact.

So even if he signed the papers, for all he knows, they can sell Wen Ying to another. Papers means nothing to Lan Zhan. And yet, his trouble is figuring out a way to get Wen Ying out and himself alive...

It's nearing lunch-time, so there won't be time for another round until after lunch, so no squirming, just laying there tiredly, exhausted from the weeks prior of searching for him. Breathing softly, resting a bit. He holds in his arms, kisses his temple, holding his hands, finger interlacing.

Raising a hand, he pressed his hand on his chest where his heart beat. "Wei Ying. Papers don't matter. It's in here. You're mine now and nothing in the world can change that. By the decree of the Heavens as our witness, not even death can tear me away from you."

Wei Ying flattened his hand over Lan Zhan’s chest, feeling how Lan Zhan’s heart beat for him. It was so strong, so faithful. Lan Zhan’s heart said everything that his stoic face hid.

“Lan Wangji,” Wei Ying said, giving him a playful smile and then replacing that hand with his head so that he could listen directly to Lan Zhan’s heart. “I hope you don’t think you can get out of having a wedding just with some pretty vows! I want a proper wedding feast.”

He rubbed his cheek against Lan Zhan’s chest, unable to stop smiling. “Your heart sings to me, too,” he flirted.

This flirting really brightens up his mood as they come down from their high from post orgasms.

"Wei Wuxian." He said. Only because he enjoys saying his name.

"I truly wanted to marry you and give you my everything. If we get out of here, the whole clan shall know, and you'll be part of the Lan clan."

They had a few long moments of cuddling and intimacy until at last, the noon guards came to bang the doors and shouting to announce to everyone it's lunch time, thus killing the mood. It's matter of getting dressed, get up, and go.

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