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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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"I vow not to drink. I vowed a lot of things. I think I broke a lot of vows and there's no going back." There will be days Wei Ying may have to drink alone since Lan Zhan's tolerance to alcohol and spirits is very low, but he'll try to drink together with him.

"Wei Ying remember. If you can forgive me, then I'll take care of you. I promise. Because it's the right thing to do." With concern, seeing the confusion and pain in his eyes, Lan Zhan felt guilty. He felt solely responsible for him.

"Whatever I like?" Smiles softly. He'll have to make the decision, guiding Wei Ying. "I like kissing you. A lot." Since Lan Zhan realized he haven't kissed him since they were released. He cupped Wei Ying's chin to tilt aside and bring him forward to kiss his soft lips.

Wei Ying was grateful to have the decision taken from him, and he returned the kiss warmly. Lan Zhan's affection and attention was soothing to him, especially since it had been the only good thing in his life for so long, and after hours without being kissed, Wei Ying's heart soared.

He hugged close to Lan Zhan as they kissed, lingering on his lips even though he was aware that they were on a bus and had an audience. When the kiss broke for a moment, he smiled shyly at Lan Zhan. "Er-Gege," he murmured.

Lan Zhan continues kissing him. On the forehead. On the lips. On his throat where he can feel his pulse on his lips and hearing his breathing. His kisses are reverent, almost worshipful. To him Wei Ying is divine for going through the ordeal just for him and with him. All of those kisses to make up for the humiliation and fear.

It was a small space in the bus, and while there's an audience, he doesn't care. He's a helpmeet, so any shame, they both have to endure it. He guides Wei Ying's legs to rest on his lap, and pressed his body close to him to keep him warm in his embrace. He's going to squeeze and kiss him all the way to Gusu, giving him all the comfort.

Looking into his eyes with love, he caresses his cheek and rubs his back. "When we reached home, we're going to make love on my bed. How is that? We shall do so without fear and worry. I'll have your favorite wine nearby and we can drink the night away to celebrate. Seems like an ideal night to spend together."

Wei Ying hooks his legs gladly over Lan Zhan's lap, squeezing them tight to hold him. The slow, sweet, worshipful kisses eventually bring a smile to his face, because it's playful and it's adoring, and Wei Ying loves both those things.

"I'd like that, Lan Er-Gege," Wei Ying says. He's blushing and smiling shyly at the onslaught of affection, and he lays his thumb over Lan Zhan's lips to temporarily stall the kissing. "I want to be alone with you. No cameras. No rules."

Except the three thousand Lan sect rules, but Wei Ying never obeyed those anyway.

Lan Zhan moans softly with all of his yearnings for him from the kisses as he felt Wei Ying legs are on his lap. This is what love should feel like. Soft, warm, playful. He halts as he really listens to him, golden eyes almost entranced with a look of bliss in rapt attention as this is the boy he has been crushing on and fell in love with.

"Mn, alone. With you. Only with you." He sighed, his deep voice a melody like the strings he strums and plays on the guqin. In his mind, he wants to strip Wei Ying's cloth and have him naked and then have his way with him, ravishing on his favorite bed in his jingshi.

His Wei Ying, his alone. Worth every beating, bruises, and scars he earned on his back.

He doesn't plan to have sex with him on the bus, not with his dozing brother around. But he holds him and cuddled with him, speaking of loving words, becoming his true self all the way until the bus stops and arrived in Gusu.

By then, the elder brother woke up. It's a simple matter of hopping off the bus after hours long journey. They're in Gusu with it's recognizable forest and mountains, and a trek to Cloud recesses.

Wei Ying blushes and smiles as the cuddling and loving words continues. He bats at Lan Zhan, playfully discouraging even though he enjoys the attention.

There's a part of Wei Ying, deep inside, that feels cold, and all the attention and kisses only makes him feel more cold.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan," he says at last, putting his hand over Lan Zhan's mouth. "I'm tired."

He tucks his head against Lan Zhan's shoulder then, wanting only to be held and not to be kissed.

When they arrive, Wei Ying feels tired from the journey, though they have only been sitting for the long hours of travel. But Gusu is familiar to him, and it reminds him of a long-ago time when he was a different person, carefree and rebellious. It's safe, despite the rules and restrictions he remembers. The rules were easier to break, and the punishments were bearable.

Holding Lan Zhan's hand, Wei Ying walks in silence, not looking at either of his companions.

Wei Wuxian, he thinks, remembering the person that he was. It was so long ago.

Lan Zhan doesn't want to stop his affections, warming up what's cold inside of him, the cold he placed inside of him to help protect him from being hurt. But he won't smother more than necessary. Even if Wei Ying doesn't feel like receiving or returning it, it's fine by him.

He nips at his hand, "Wei Ying...all right." And held him in his arms.

Gusu hasn't change since the day Wei Ying left to return home to Lotus Pier. The all too familair rules was carved on the stone on the wall of discipline and the winding stairs that leads up to the homes of the Gusu Lan clan family. "One step at a time." He said, as held Wei Ying's hands, climbing up the steps of the stairs that is built on the mountains and hills.

He share a few words with his brother, then bid him good-bye, as they parted. Then with slow deliberate steps, he leads Wei Ying to the familiar jingshi, to his house.

Sliding open the door for his beloved to step in, "Wei Ying. We're here. We're home."

Wei Ying doesn't know the jingshi, but he's curious about it. He steps inside upon invitation, and pokes around to investigate the place. It's small compared to the rest of the cloud recesses, but cozy and pleasant. Wei Ying likes it at once. It's more cozy than anything else he's seen in the cloud recesses.

Tired from the long day of travel and the long walk, Wei Ying sits down on the bed. He feels empty and blank.

His master will want pleasure now. He said as much.

But there is also food to be had, and liquor promised. Wei Ying doesn't ask for these things. Even if his master doesn't remember, Wei Ying doesn't intend to annoy him with it. If his master wants only pleasure and doesn't bother with food or liquor for Wei Ying, he won't mind.

He stays quiet and waits to be told what to do.

Pleasure isn't what on his mind at the moment. Lan Zhan is also equally tired, blank and numb from having to endure from the last month. It seems like ages since he last left his home to go in search for him, that it took a few moments to recognize his own house, slightly disoriented, but this is his childhood home that used to belong to his honorable mother.

Lan Zhan went to check his food stores because he's hungry and thirsty from the journey too. There's nothing. The cupboards and fridge is empty. Save for a bottle of water and tea, and that was it.

He poured tea for himself and Wei Ying. "Drink something. I'll go to the neighbors to see if they have anything to spare. What would you like for dinner? Soup? Rice? Noodles?"

"Whatever you please, master," Wei Ying says, quiet and blank. He accepts the tea, sipping at it gratefully.

Part of him is lonely and aching, crying out for Lan Zhan. He wants to be held, wants to fuss and pout sweetly until Lan Zhan wraps him up in his arms and keeps him warm. In Lan Zhan's arms, nothing can ever hurt him.

Another part of him wants to be left alone, and seethes at the thought of being touched.

Wei Ying tries to ignore both these parts. He sips his tea and waits to be told what to do.

Lan Zhan tighten his lips, not liking this at all. Wei Ying sounded so hollow and monotone, and he was used to him the weeks prior of training for the tests. Now there's no more tests, no more drugs, no more training, and he becomes like this. But at the moment, there's nothing he can do.

Softly, "...Wei Ying." There's a deep sigh, feeling a great guilt over his state.

"Stay here Wei Ying. I'll be right back. If you need to sleep, you can sleep. I'll go to the neighbors and asked for food."

At that, Lan Zhan left. Sliding the door open and closing the door. During this time, he went to his brother's house closeby since he's the first person he thought of to ask. He wasn't gone for that long when he he came back with a plastic bag, containing fresh food.

"I have homemade dumplings and apples. Come on over, and have something to eat. It's something to tide over until I figure out what to do tomorrow morning." As Lan Zhan laid out the food on the table and assembled the dumpling and dipping sauce by plates and then cutting up the apples in neat slices. He missed eating something good and wholesome, not having Gusu homemade food for so long.

"Apples...we have a donkey named Lil'apple, do you remember her? She is still in the stables. We should go greet her tomorrow morning.

Wei Ying was always drawn to food. He went to the table and accepted some of the dumplings, eating them hungrily while he kept an eye on Lan Zhan.

While Lan Zhan had been gone, he had not moved. It seemed wrong to lay down without him, and Wei Ying was hesitant to undress. So he had simply sat and waited.

His head lifted at the mention of the donkey, surprised and interested. "You have my donkey?"

He'd simply assumed that she'd been killed in the process of his capture, or abandoned somewhere in the Yiling area. Wei Ying doesn't know how she arrived here, but he's grateful for it. Knowing his donkey is here makes everything feel a little bit more normal.

"Mn. I found her when I went searching for you. I couldn't find you anywhere. I brought her back because it was too dangerous for her to remain there. I went looking for you again."

Lan Zhan eats slowly, using chopsticks to lift one dumpling at a time. It seems his hunger pangs was too great, so food light as it is becomes settled in his stomach until he had enough.

"..." He drinks his tea. He was trembling from revisiting his memories, suppressing his grief and despair as searching for him for miles on foot and dragging the traumatized donkey out of his own kindness to give her a home, and afterward have the juniors to look after her as he continues his search.

When he's done, it's time for bed which he goes to collapse on. Too exhausted. He missed this bed, which is more roomier and comfortable than those terrible beds in the center. Within the blanket and sheets, with the scent of sandalwood, incense, and books that is shelved throughout his home.

On the bed now, he whispered softly, "Come lie with me, Wei Ying."

Wei Ying eats the dumplings, and the apples, and the tea, and he thinks of his donkey.

He is quiet and withdrawn, remembering the things that happened before the re-education center, the things that belonged to another man entirely. He is no longer that Wei Wuxian. He is not sure if he ever will be again.

When Lan Zhan asks for him, Wei Ying sets down his chopsticks. He isn't sure if it's obedience or desire that drives him. If nothing else, he supposes, it is cowardice. He has no energy to have this quarrel now, if there is a quarrel to be had. At some point, he thinks, he may find out whether he is allowed to tell Lan Zhan 'no'.

For now, he goes to the bed. He is tired and cold, and he wants physical and emotional comfort. Lan Zhan provides both. Wei Ying nestles into his arms.

With a full belly, with Wei Ying nestled in his arms, curling up with him on the bed, his own bed, keeping him warm, at last something in his mind feels safe, that is registered they're both safe at last to express their deeper longings and yearnings. He can finally sleep in peace. Being a swordsman for most of his life, there's always that reflex of wanting to attack others, but suppressing his anger and rage, not wanting to commit violence, and get them both hurt, especially his Wei Ying. He can finally rest.

Slender fingers stroke through Wei Ying's hair and rubbing his back, eyes closed, heavy with sleep, about to drift off. In the quiet of the night, he whispers to him, speaking from his heart, to warm the cold within Wei Ying that is resisting him.

"You are here in Cloud recess at last. I want you here with me, my Wei Ying."

Wei Ying hugs his arms around Lan Zhan's neck, but he does not reply. Nuzzling his face against Lan Zhan's shoulder, Wei Ying clings close to him.

They are in the re-education center. They are free, and safe. Wei Ying isn't sure what is real.

Only Lan Zhan exists. Only Lan Zhan matters.

Wei Ying does not speak or reply, because there's nothing to say. Whatever his master wishes is law. His master wants him here, so he is here.

He sleeps fitfully, clinging tight to Lan Zhan whenever he wakes and finds that his arms have loosened.

Over the course of the next few days, Lan Zhan tries to build a familiar routine and rebuild their lives together. He was anxious since he was used to managing in a small cell, centering their training toward to passing the tests, and sometimes for pleasure to past time. Now that he's home, he moves about freely, and even hums his songs.

Now that he's home, with a family of his brother and neighbors in his community to help, there are many changes since Lan Zhan remembers. For one thing, dressing the Lan clan usual white robes is no longer allowed and is now banned. The library is no longer accessible as his brother and uncle has long hidden them safe and sound as now it's against the law to harbor religious and ancient text and wearing religious clothes. His people still wear the headband, though now cut short without the flowing tails. Instruments are still allowed but only to play music about nature, poetry and patriotic songs, and not for cultivation purpose, but Lan Zhan ishappier when he was given a new guqin to play his music in his home.

Everyone wears either a military uniform or civilian clothes. His people call each other brothers and comrades as part of the state's everyday language and a red armband to represent the party that is now the ruling political power. In the morning, there's a military drill and playing the state's new national anthem that can be heard over Cloud Recessess. Then going to the classes to teach the laws and philosophies to reshape their clan and their minds, though no one has reportedly been tortured or punished as the Gusu people are a gentle people.

Wei Wuxian is the only registered helpmeet in the village as Lan Zhan's political position as the second heir has been recognized and restored. He becomes a dipolmat, second-in-command for the clan alongside his brother. It was rumored that Wei Wuxian was dead, but it turns out he is alive and well as the clan has seen Wei Wuxian follow after his Master Lan Wangji as a lowly helpmeet.

The Gusu Lan Sect people are known to be respectful and always said a kind word, so Wei Wuxian was still addressed as brother Wei Wuxian by his courtesy name, with the juniors calling him Senior Wei. With a knowing that he's Lan Zhan helpmeet, nobody said anything cruel, but they often looked at Lan Zhan and at him with a measure of pity. For the most part, as to the true nature relationship, they left that alone, not wanting to be the end of Lan Zhan's legendary temper.

During this time, Lan Zhan never asked him for sex or pleasure. He gives him simple instructions, simple tasks and chores to do, step by step to rebuild their lives, and was sure to say kind, gentle words to warm his heart. One night, when all is calm, and he felt like he is ready, he calls him over.

"Wei Ying...Wei Ying. Come over here. Ever since that day when we left, we weren't intimate in bed." He hands him a collar. It was a simple black leather collar with a silver ring. "I have it custom made. I want you to wear it around your neck. It's a collar for a helpmeet."

Wei Ying is grateful for the days of quiet and adjustment.

Some of the time he follows Lan Zhan around like a silent shadow. Other times he wanders alone, exploring the new and changed Cloud Recesses. He speaks a little to the juniors of the clan, but avoids questions and simply falls silent and walks away more than once.

There are plenty of quiet meditative places around the Cloud Recesses. They never interested Wei Ying before, but now he is drawn to them. His mind is quiet as he sits there, though sometimes the fear and anxieties build up in him, groundless and confused, mind trying to ask himself questions that never quite form into words or concepts. The confused, silent anxiety is awful, and Wei Ying wanders again until it quiets.

He finds a group of rabbits in a protected area of the forest, and it reminds him of the rabbits he brought to Lan Zhan long ago, when they were studying together as boys. The rabbits soothe his mind, and he spends time with them, smiling a little at their antics.

At night, he always returns to Lan Zhan and the jingshi. He curls into Lan Zhan's arms without a word, never asking for more and never questioning that Lan Zhan has not required sex of him. Wei Ying doesn't feel ready for that just yet, and he's glad to be given time.

Going to Lan Zhan when he was called, Wei Ying sat on the edge of the bed beside him. Lan Zhan offered him a collar with a silver ring. Wei Ying's heart did a confused fluttering that he couldn't understand. It felt both good and bad.

"Yes, master," Wei Ying said, obedient. If his master wished for him to wear a collar or felt that they would be safer that way, Wei Ying had no reason to object.

Lan Zhan noticed the change in his demeanor. He wondered what is he feeling inside, sensing his confusion, but never asked because Lan Zhan has a bit of confusion and disorientation as well. It's difficult for him because it's a sign of weakness and he tries to restrain it.

Though he noticed when Wei Ying tends to wander off, and found him meditating, he never once interrupts him unless it's for class time or meal times or a simple evening together while he's writing or playing music to calm the thoughts that is on their minds, but words is difficult and not spoken out. When they go to sleep, he gives his comforts with kisses and embraces, and whispers his name, but not once desire him until he feels really at home with him.

The idea of having sex again, Lan Zhan was worried if he wanted it or not. It was on his mind until at last, he decided to speak up about it, if they want to try and attempt at being intimate again since the last time they had sex it's back at the center. Now they're both here in his jingshi, his home, and they're both safe and Lan Zhan even added more blankets and pillows on the bed as nights tend to get cold.

"...Mn. Come here. Lift up your hair and I will put it on you." Lan Zhan unbuckles the collar open and placed it around his neck. He fastens in place and made sure it's loose around his neck. "What do you think? I think it looks nice. You can wear it around. When you wear it, you belong to me."

Wei Ying turned and lifted his hair as requested, shivering slightly as Lan Zhan's hands curled around his neck, fastening his collar into place.

"Yes, master," he said, quiet and withdrawn. The collar was a reminder that he was Lan Zhan's property, and had to obey him. It was good to have a reminder. Now that they were away from the center, it was easier to forget his purpose. "Thank you, master."

Wanting warmth and comfort, Wei Ying climbed into Lan Zhan's lap, nestling his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder. He felt safe in the Cloud Recesses, and he was lucky to have such a kind and gentle master.

Some part of Wei Ying wished that he could be more than a helpmeet to Lan Zhan, but that was foolish, disobedient thought. He was nothing but a helpmeet. He was worthless and debased, and his only value was in pleasing his master.

Remembering his duties, Wei Ying kissed at his master's throat. "Do you wish me to pleasure you, master?"

This is different. Much slower. Less worries. There's no tests to train for. No guards. Just the stillness of the jingshi between the both fo them. Outside, it's a calm night with the scenes of the mountains.

With the collar fasten in place, Lan Zhan felt he has a power over him, a desire and need to have power over him, to control him, and the pleasure of being his master. While on the surface, he appears calm and serene during the day, doing his duties and chores, when it comes to bedroom activities, it was his subconscious desire. Wei Ying is more than a helpmeet to him, but it will take time for him to accept the idea such as getting married, but for now...he has to teach Wei Ying he is worth more than that, more than the sun and moon itself. He is his lover.

"...Wei Ying." With a sharp inhale of breath, he slowly kisses him back, both gentle and passionate as his answer. Lips on his lips, his hands wander over his body, craving to touch him, removing his robes to undress him to see his pale skin beneath. Feeling his familiar weight on his lap and his surrender and submission as he places his head on his shoulder comforts him as he willing to give his body to him for his own pleasure.

"You're mine. I always wish you to pleasure me whenever I want you too. But you can also ask what you want of me. I wanted to know. What is on your mind for the last few days? You're very quiet, often thinking to yourself."

Wei Ying goes quiet and still at the question, and he looks away. So much of his thoughts in the past few days have been wordless anxieties. Baseless panic attacks that seem to rise out of nowhere, following no logical pattern that he can discern.

"I..." he swallows, trying to put his thoughts together into a confession. He sits up, leaning back to put some distance between them. "I think we should go back, master," he says, desperately confused and hoping that Lan Zhan can give him answers. "I'm not right. I'm not fully trained. I keep thinking things..."

Wei Ying presses his hands to his face, overcome with guilt and fear. The truths he was taught in the re-education center no longer make sense, but he also knows without doubt that what he was before was wrong, and if he becomes that again he'll be broken again, and taken from Lan Zhan. "Disloyal, ungrateful things. You have to train me. You have to make me into a good and faithful helpmeet who will not think incorrect things like wanting to tell you no and not wanting you to touch me. You have to fix me."

Lan Zhan listened carefully. At first, there's confusion. Then there is pain. Are those thoughts is what has been going through his mind? This is his doing, he's pretty sure of it. The damage has been done, so he's not sure what is there to fix and what needs to be fix.

So Wei Ying's silence means he was deeply troubled since they first left, and by his admission, Lan Zhan is responsible for him to think this way. At first, he allows the distance, and then allows Wei Ying to speak on his mind.

Gently, "Wei Ying... We are never going to go back there, understood? I won't let it happen and I won't allow it to happen to you. I hate that place too much. It is my desire for you to be here with me in Cloud Recesses. I want you here with me. I want you home with me. This is where we belong. There is nothing to fix. You shall always be my helpmeet. But I can..."

He swallowed, his eyes darken with impatience. "I can train you here. You are loyal, faithful, and good to me." It's going to take time for Lan Zhan to train him to think differently, but for now...

Right now, Lan Zhan can't think. He just wants to fuck him right here now, unrestrained. He has been longing to fuck him in his own home. Words can't express how deeply he longs for Wei Ying to be here with him. He could have done so since the first day they move inside of his home, and Wei Ying wouldn't resist, but he loves him and respects him to give some space between them and wait. "Wei Ying, you're fine. I want you...I want to take my pleasure of you. Be here with me."

Reckless with his strength, he took hold of Wei Ying's wrists to pull him toward the bed and pins him on the bed on top of him, kissing him fiercely, pressing his lips on his mouth where he swirls his tongue inside while positioning himself between his legs.

Wei Ying is reassured. They don’t have to go back. Lan Zhan might be hurt more if they went back. That awful, cold, cruel place where they punished Lan Zhan when Wei Ying was wrong. He was foolish to think it. He has to protect Lan Zhan.

As long as he trusts and obeys Lan Zhan, everything will be fine. He was confused, that was all. Leaving the center was disorienting, and the time to think let him get lost inside his own head, thinking that he could be something more than a helpmeet.

Lan Zhan pins him, and Wei Ying’s worries melt away. It’s so much better when he doesn’t have to think, when there’s no choice. He’s Lan Zhan’s comfort and sheath, and he’s good at that. It’s the only thing he’s good for. It was foolish of him to forget. Kissing back at once, Wei Ying massages Lan Zhan’s tongue with his own. His legs wrap around Lan Zhan’s waist, pulling him even closer and grinding against him. Being with Lan Zhan is the best thing he’s ever felt, and that should be proof enough that this is right. He never needs anything else.

Lan Zhan grips Wei Ying shoulders possessively as he pins him on the bed with his weight, his knee sliding upward between his legs to press on his soft cock. He fears Wei Ying will be taken away from him. He won't let it happen. He heard stories of loved ones being snatched away during the night by the government on grounds of arrests. He knew there is some truth in those stories. He won't let anyone take his Wei Ying away from him.

Just like what his father did before for his mother. Whatever crimes his mother did, he did not know. But he remembered his father locked up his mother in this very same house for her protection and shelter her away from the world to keep her safe.

He will keep Wei Ying safe in this house until the ends of his days. Lan Zhan kisses Wei Ying fiercely, nipping his lower lips, and then sank his teeth on his throat, biting him to leave marks.

"Wei Ying. Take this off..." He commanded and in haste strips his robes and layers of clothes off, and seeing a pair of his nipples, he presses his lips on one nub, curls his tongue around and then sucking it wetly while pinching the other to stimulate his sensitivity.

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