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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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A slow week has passed. By the end of the week, it's time for their first test. Despite how exhausted and irritatingly numb Lan Wangji feels, he trains Wei Wuxian meticulously. There are days and nights were it's pleasurable to serve to their needs as a married couple. There are times it felt like a chore no matter how much it hurts or dull it was to recite and rehearse lines as they help each other train to recite a certain script to pass the test.

They were both dressed in the center's given military uniforms. They were greeted by a small team of the helpmeet staff wearing white labcoats as they were ushered quietly in one of the testing rooms. The test was taken inside a sterile clinic room and there's a glass window masking their figures where they're sitting behind, evaluating them.

Previously that morning Lan Wangji has given Wei Wuxian drugs to increase his sensitivity and stamina and lubes him up for the test. Inside the room, he has him stripped naked.

"Comrade Lan Wangji. Show us your progress with Wei Wuxian's performance as a helpmeet. You have thirty minutes to prove his obedience." Thirty minutes and it's a test of obedience. If it's a test of obedience, that means they wanted to hear degrading statements and proof of his loyalty.

Turning to Wei Wuxian, voice almost trembling, but cold and in control, eyes showing with no expression of pleasure, "Place your hands on the table, slut."

Over the course of the week, Wei Wuxian had gotten quieter. In public, he was a perfect helpmeet. He no longer looked around with interest or tried to be clever. He no longer squirmed as they sat through lessons. Dull as an automaton, he answered questions when asked and obeyed orders. He no longer looked for ways to fight back or escape. His best hope of getting out was obeying and trusting Lan Zhan.

Even when they were alone, he had stopped teasing and laughing. When things felt too intense, he stayed quiet and waited for Lan Zhan to finish. He asked for nothing, and endured whatever training Lan Zhan saw fit. Even the knowledge that Lan Zhan loved him didn’t warm him anymore. Love didn’t exist in this place. It wasn’t real.

He felt ready for the test. Even his impatience was gone. He was nervous about what he’d have to endure, but that was all.

Lan Zhan had cared for him that morning, giving him drugs that he accepted without question and lubing his entrance so he wouldn’t be hurt.

“I trust you,” Wei Ying had whispered to him, a moment before he took the drugs. “I forgive you for anything that you have to do to me in this place.”

After he undresses, he stands in place, eyes on the floor. His expression is blank. There is nothing left but obedience to Lan Zhan. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep Lan Zhan safe.

“Yes, master,” Wei Ying murmurs, going to the table and bracing his hands against it. He spread his legs and arched his back to offer himself. He existed only to serve Lan Zhan’s pleasure.

Lan Zhan felt his self-control and sense of rationality is fracturing as he tries to endure. At the moment, he is truly desperate to save him and to prevent him from being process to be sent to one of the work camps, to keep him by his side as much as possible. Even if the both of them becomes numb to everything around them as they both become dull and unemotional.

In the end, his love for him is now motivated by pure, selfish motivation. It's becoming an obsession, and yet this obsession is what fuels his determination. The trust is needed, but the forgiveness isn't necessary. For now, Lan Zhan felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Passing this test is important. He wondered if they're truly watching him behind the window? If only he has bichen, he would slit their throats out of pure hatred for this humiliation as he's capable of such, but Wei Ying's obedience is what kept his temper in check.

The clocks ticks. Thirty minutes is a long time. Lan Zhan strokes his cock, unable to feel pleasure, but it took him a long time to get hard, and slowly ease his cock inside of his hole. He goes slow, keeping his thrusts slow and steady as his cock rubs his soft insides as Wei Ying submits to him and receives him.

Five minutes in, and the questioning overheard through the ceiling PA:

"Comrade Lan Wangji, you begin training the criminal Wei Wuxian. Who is he obedient to?"

"He is obedient to the Master who is obedient to the state. As you can see, he's becoming a slut, a good bitch who obeys only his master. I am educating him to be a law-abiding citizen and cure him of his delusions as a revolutionary."

"Show us how he receives his punishment and kneels."

Lan Zhan swallowed his dry throat, his golden eyes gaze coldly. Going very slowly, one sequence at a time with each sequence is well-practiced and rehearsed. He pulls out of him, tugs Wei Ying's hair firmly, and spanks his ass hard. He whispered harshly to him as he guides him with a nudge to push him to kneel on knees.

"Get on your knee and kneel before me."

Wei Ying is annoyed on his master's behalf that their pleasure is interrupted. But he keeps his mouth shut as his master pulls out of him, and took the strike to his ass without a sound.

While Lan Wangji had struggled to get hard, Wei Wuxian hadn't. As soon as his master entered him, Wei Ying had started to harden, and he'd panted softly with each thrust. He liked the hand in his hair and the hand on his ass, even as humiliating as it was to have an audience for these things.

He's fully hard when he kneels in front of his master. Completely calm and trusting, Wei Ying looks up at him and licks his lips once, ready to obey anything that Lan Wangji commanded.

He give it all in that spank, making sure the sound of his hand slapped upon his ass is being heard. Hopefully that counts as punishment. Lan Zhan paused as still as a statue as he waited for instructions in what he needs to do, being aware he is being watched and evaluated. Each action is only to prove what they request.

Comrade Lan Wangji, show us how he demonstrates his loyalty.

With a nod, he takes command. He has Wei Wuxian kneeling on his knees, looking eager for the next command. Looking into his eyes, he gently, he holds his ponytail to push his head down to the floor to meet his shoes.

"Kiss my feet and work your way up to my lips. Do not kiss my cock. You do not deserve my cock, you pathetic slut." Lan Zhan said as cold and unemotional as possible. "Use your mouth to kiss me and worship me."

"Yes, master," Wei Ying replied. They hadn't practiced things like this as much, but it seemed simple and straightforward enough. Wei Ying liked the instruction, and liked the idea of worshiping Lan Zhan with his mouth like this.

Kissing the tops of Lan Zhan's feet, Wei Ying nuzzled sweetly at him, then kissed his ankle. His lips were heated, and there was a tiny bit of playfulness in his obedience, which helped him to obey fervently, as though obeying Lan Zhan was the best thing that could happen to him and the only thing he wanted to do ever again.

He kissed Lan Zhan'z calves, his knees, his thighs. Though he didn't delay, there was so much to kiss, and it all took time. He kissed his master's hips, his belly, his ribs. His nipples and his throat. Pausing as he finally reached Lan Zhan's lips, Wei Ying gave him a shy, devoted smile, making sure he was allowed to kiss Lan Zhan before he leaned in.

Lan Zhan's sighed. He loves being kissed and finds them relaxing, and he find Wei Ying's beautiful and more handsome when he kisses him. To him, kisses are sacred and intimate, and he just wished he wasn't being watched. He knew the purpose behind the kisses is to prove one's loyalty.

When Wei Ying found his way up, he didn't need to ask for permission. Lan Zhan held his arms and look into his eyes and kissed him fully on the lips.

How much time has passed, he doesn't know. He figured it's close to 15 minutes that has passed. So far, Wei Ying has proven obedience, loyalty...he can only predicted a few more assessments based on the time given. There's humility, punishment, endurance, or a repeat of the others.

Comrade Lan Wangji, we need a demonstration of his endurance.

That is probably the easiest assessment and they saved it for last. That means, he has a good 15 to 10 minutes to fuck him. .

"You pathetic slut, lie your back on the table. Just take my cock like a good a bitch, like a good cock sleeve that you are."

This time, Lan Zhan said with the most bored voice because in reality they can fuck for an hour at most.

"Yes, master," Wei Ying said. He sat on the edge of the table, watching Lan Zhan closely for a moment before he laid back and spread his legs. He bent his knees up, exposing his hole for Lan Zhan. He squirmed slightly with anticipation, settling his ass on the edge of the table so it would be comfortable and accessible for his master to slide right in.

He looked up at the ceiling, but his mind was full of Lan Zhan, and he was still hard. He loved the thought of being a sheath for his master. He belonged to Lan Zhan, and now he could give his master pleasure, and serve as his willing vessel.

Lan Zhan hoped this is the last part of the test. Following the rhythm, he guides his cock to his hole, plunging himself inside, and the tight heat becomes his sheath. He charges forward, going slowly at first, and then starts thrusting inside of him slowly. He picks up his slender legs to bend forward, so his ass was raised up and he can dive in easily.

"Good boy. You're undeserving of my cock. You're a greedy whore, a shameless slut, and Master's cum deposit. That's what you are as a helpmeet. To be master's slut and property until the end of your days."

The words is necessary to teach his helpmeet humility. Lan Zhan rather said this possessively as he fucks him with just as desperation and greed. He continues to thrusts inside of him, going faster, not caring who watches anymore...

"Yes, master," Wei Ying replies. His cheeks heat as Lan Zhan slides inside him, and his cock stays hard, aching as Lan Zhan pounds hard inside of him. He feels so good, so overwhelming, and Wei Ying can't help a few pleased whimpers.

He knows this is humiliating, and he hates the people who have forced him into this position, but he still can't help but be aroused by Lan Zhan claiming him and using him.

Biting down on his lip as Lan Zhan keeps pounding into him, Wei Ying shudders suddenly, closing his hand over the head of his cock to catch the spill of it as he comes. He's completely silent, arching and tensing as his hole clenches around Lan Zhan, though he's never been quiet before when they've been in their room alone.

He pants softly as he recovers, knowing that Lan Zhan won't stop no matter what. Wei Ying is supposed to prove his endurance, and that he can be a good sheath for his master. That's all he wants, to make Lan Zhan feel as good as possible.

He continues to pound inside of him in a steady rhythm. All of that practice from the days before paid off. With the palm of his hand, he helps him by pressing down on his cock and strokes him so Wei Ying can cum without asking for mercy or permission.

Lan Zhan reached his first orgasm and cums inside of him when he clenches around him, however finding no pleasure in it as he fills him. He continues to thrusts inside of him for a few minutes longer, predicting the test will be over by any minute now. All Wei Ying has to do is relax and be docile and allow Lan Zhan to use him.

Comrade Lan Wangji this concludes the test and evaluation of the helpmeet. You may take your helpmeet now and leave.

The 30 minutes are up. "Finally." He said, reached his finished, and he pulls out, then buttons his pants. He wants nothing more than to take Wei Ying and leave.

Wei Ying gets up and dresses again, keeping his legs tightly closed to keep his master's seed inside.

He wants desperately to ask whether he has succeeded, and whether 'leave' means to leave the room or whether they are free to go. But he has learned his lessons, and he keeps his mouth shut. It doesn't matter for him whether he stays here longer or leaves with Lan Zhan. All that matters is that he pleases and obeys his master.

Staying close to Lan Zhan, Wei Ying keeps his eyes on the floor. He doesn't want to risk any disobedience now. If he messes up, they might hurt his master again.

Leave means leave as in leaving the room and free to go. The test is over and once he's dressed, Lan Zhan discreetly leaves the room, taking Wei Ying's hands to lead him out safely, feeling protective of him as his master.

Whether they pass the test or not, there's only one helpmeet staff outside with a pen and clipboard. But it's better not to ask anyone questions around here for the results as the lone staff member doesn't say anything as they passed her by and in fact, she ignores them.

It was a whole day filled with anxiety, but no news of the results came as they waited. When evening came and it's lights out and time for bedtime, Lan Zhan assumed he passed the test.

Lan Zhan peeks out of the small window of his front door to watch for the guards on patrol in the hall. "I guess you passed. Nobody comes to collect you. If somebody fails, they would have been shipped out before the end of the day or tomorrow morning."

Wei Ying stayed very close to his master, nervous that he would be taken away from Lan Zhan. He quivered now and then, despite his determination to not care and to only think of obeying.

"If we passed, can we leave this place?" Wei Ying asks quietly, unhappy to be still trapped in this nightmare. He tucks close against Lan Zhan's side, trembling slightly. He didn't understand what was happening now, or what he could do to please his master and make this better. That was all he could think now. That was all he was allowed. "Do you want me to pleasure you, master?"

With a sigh, he steps away from the door. "I do not know." For now, he knows from the other trainers and helpmeet pairs that they done a series of tests. Some of them have remained for a few weeks or a few months before they can be released...or worst go mad.

He takes Wei Ying to his bed, wrapping him in his arms, and gives him hugs and kisses. He becomes the husband again who protects him in this dark place and gives him comfort.

"Only if you want to. If you can't sleep, I'll be here with you." Gentle voice. "I would love you to pleasure me. Were you excited from earlier? We could do that. Make love." With a gentle tease that Wei Ying loves, "You are becoming my favorite slut."

Wei Ying smiles shyly as his master holds him close and kisses him. "I was pleased from earlier, master," he confirms, winding his arms around Lan Zhan's neck and cuddling close. Lan Zhan is the one good thing in this place, along with his touches and kisses. He pushes his hands up inside Lan Zhan's clothing, feeling his skin and then starting to undress him.

"I am glad to be your slut, master. I belong to you. I love being your cockwarmer." Nuzzling at him, Wei Ying nips softly at Lan Zhan's neck and jaw. He gets their clothes off with some wiggling, and spreads his legs automatically, knowing how his master likes to use him.

The room is dark with the lights shut-off. The only sounds is their breathing, their movements on the bed, and the heartbeats when he pressed Wei Ying close to his chest.

Lan Zhan welcomes him in his arms as they become comfortable on the bed together. He helps Wei Ying undressed, clothes off, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin and pulse, giving the comfort of his touch that he needs.

"Wei Ying, I'm here." He said gently. "You're mine always. I shall keep you warm when you're cold and filled you when you're empty. When you hunger, I make you full. When you need rest, I let you sleep. My heart belongs only to you and you belong to me." He whispered as he pressed kisses on his lips. "I wasn't gentle to you today, so forgive me. I want to be gentle with you. You always warm me and my cock." He said with pleasure.

Lan Zhan's strong hands massage his lovely thighs as his legs open for an invitation as he pressed his lips on his throat as he slowly enters his cock in that tight heat.

Playful, whispering between kisses, "Wei Ying, my love, my didi (younger brother), mianmian wei yuandao (I ceaselessly yearn for you)..." And then he starts to move inside of him.

Wei Ying sighs with pleasure as Lan Zhan enters him. He feels so warm and complete with his master inside of him, and it helps to cement for him that he exists only for this. Nothing matters but Lan Zhan, and in pleasing Lan Zhan, he is happier than he has ever been. Outside in the world, he enjoyed himself often, but he made enemies and he was criticized often. He had never minded being second to Jiang Cheng, because Wei Ying had been exceptional in many ways and preferred to be liked for his own qualities rather than pretending to please others.

Now he needs only to please Lan Zhan, and he is good at that.

He thinks how they have changed. Once, Wei Ying would have been the one with many words, always something clever to say. But now, as Lan Zhan professes his longing and devotion, Wei Ying is the quiet one. He soaks up all of Lan Zhan’s praise. He has done well. His master is pleased.

Returning the kisses, Wei Ying nuzzles and kisses at Lan Zhan in return. He stays quiet, not wanting to get them in trouble with his words. He has to remember not to speak. Only the words he’s allowed, and those are very few.

“I forgive you,” Wei Ying says, because Lan Zhan asks his forgiveness. “I’ll forgive you anything. My master.”

Lan Zhan keeps good to his promises, filling him and pleasing Wei Ying with effort to don't let him feel bored or empty. He won't let anyone beat him. He accept Wei Ying as he is, because this is fine. If only they can escape and go home, and be free in his home in Gusu, then that would be better and much happier. Lan Zhan believes there's a way to go home. He wished he didn't let Wei Ying go back home to Lotus pier that day, but back then nobody could predict that this would happen.

For now, he knew his brother and uncle called him careless and reckless to volunteer and infiltrate into the center just for one purpose of rescuing him. But his love for him motivates him and drove him to find him.

"Between you and me, there's no need for it." He whispered as he kisses him, pounding his cock inside of him, and focus on grinding against his tight walls against his hidden spot of pleasure.

At this point, not much words is necessary. The few they shared means a lot more. He nibbles on his ears and nips on his throat.

"Shall I ride faster inside of you?"

Lan Zhan has learned his body so well in the time they’ve been together. He knows just the spot inside Wei Ying that makes him feel so good, so he can come without being touched at all, again and again. The orgasms Lan Zhan gives him are far more intense than anything Wei Ying felt on his own, and he’s addicted to this pleasure.

“Yes, master,” Wei Ying says. He catches Lan Zhan’s earlobe between his teeth and gives it a tug, flicking his tongue over it before he lets it go. His legs curl around Lan Zhan’s waist, possessive, urging him to stay inside Wei Ying’s body. “Harder. Make me cry out.”

Lan Zhan's breathing becomes harsh and ragged as he speeds up his thrusts, his erected member curved upward as he grinds against his hidden spot, as he takes his pleasure, going more faster and harder. He grasps his hips, pounding inside of him, nails digging into his skin around his hips as he's spilling his frustration and seed over and over inside of him, the fluids becomes thicker as their connection slickens.

He went harder, fucking him mercilessly in a frantic rhythm into his body, the sound of flesh slapping against his flesh and their mingled fluids squishing wetly. His Wei Ying is a good cocksleeve. "Yes..." He hissed.

Wei Ying does start to cry out, as promised. He gasps and moans with each thrust, overwhelmed as Lan Zhan pounds him harder. It feels unbearably good, and Wei Ying digs his nails into Lan Zhan’s shoulders, holding on tight as his master uses him. He wants to beg for mercy, but he keeps quiet. He exists only to fulfill his master’s pleasure, and he must be grateful for that blessing.

The onslaught against that spot inside him makes him come hard, bucking beneath Lan Zhan and crying out as the deep waves of pleasure consume him.

In this place, Lan Zhan will do his best to protect him and take him back home. Whatever it takes and how long. Lan Zhan is very driven to save him. For now, the pleasure they shared tonight and every night is the only escape, a sweet distraction.

Lan Zhan kisses him hotly on his skin and the moment he came, he bit on his throat to mark him as his cries out will only makes him want to cum so desperately hard and deposit all of his seed inside of him. The liquid gush forward in a steady stream when Wei Ying's pleasure rippled through his body, and Lan Zhan feels a wave of pleasure crashing through him.

In their high, catching his breath and wind. "Wei Ying..." Once he emptied himself inside of him, he grants Wei Ying rest and reprieve. He withdraws, holding his lover to relax in his arms in his arms. Lan Zhan enjoys aftercare which meant cuddling, caressing, kissing, and talking before they go for another round again. A rest to see if Wei Ying wants to sleep from feeling overtaxed, both physical and emotionally from the day. Wei Ying is Lan Zhan's entire world.

Whispering gently, "Wei Ying, are you all right?"

“Yes, master,” Wei Ying replies. He cuddles close, grateful for the comfort and affection. His hand rests lightly on the side of Lan Zhan’s neck, thumb rubbing back and forth over the pulse point.

He felt lost for a moment, mind spinning weightlessly, as though he didn’t know who he was or how he had come to this place. Some distant part of his mind that called itself Wei Wuxian told him he needed to fight. But he didn’t know who that was, and anyway Lan Zhan would tell him if there was something he needed to do.

The pleasure grounded him, making him feel reassured and safe. He was glad that it felt so good to serve his master. It made it easier not to think about anything else. Breath slow and easy, he dozed softly, waiting for his master to decide whether to use him again.

Lan Zhan is getting worried that Wei Ying is becoming less of himself the more they stayed here, and slowly by the day, becomes broken by the brainwashing programs. He remembers him as a free-spirited young man who loves to laugh and play around. That's the spirit of Wei Ying that he fell in love with.

Lan Zhan himself is slowly being chipped away as he becomes numb and detached. It was a habit he learned since he was a young child. What grounds him to his identity is his centuries old traditions laid by the foundations of his ancestors. Lan Zhan's memories of the knowledge he learns from those scrolls in the library is what kept him calm and centered, and that's something no government or party of the state can't take that away.

Lan Zhan decide not to use him again as they lay together on the small bed. He strokes through his hair, rubbing his forehead against his to calm him, and touches and kisses him wherever he could. Gently, "Wei Ying, I am here. Rest now. Go to sleep. Nobody will take you away from me." He lay his head on his chest. "Listen to the heartbeat. I am here and you are here. I will protect you."

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