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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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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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