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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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"Yes, master," Wei Ying murmured. Lan Zhan's fingers moved inside him, warm and skilled, seeking out all the sensitive spots inside of him. The tight double ring of muscle at his entrance, the softer, more delicate tissue beyond, and that one impossible spot that made Wei Ying feel as though he was alight. "You always keep me warm."

He felt impatient, wanting to be joined with Lan Zhan yet again. It had been the only thing in the center that had made him feel right, and therefore, certainly, it would make him feel right now. It would resolve all his concern and confusion and make him feel whole.

"Master, I need you," he begged, writhing against the bedsheets as Lan Zhan licked at him, teasing his sensitive nipples. "Please, please fuck me. Lan Zhan. Er-Gege. Please."

It feels automatic when he calls out to him. He wanted to be one with him all the time, every time, every day. Wei Ying is more intoxicating than Emperor's smiles. He felt his own cock harden and throbbing, desperately wanted to be sheathed inside of him.

"Need you too. I always need you, Wei Ying." He murmured. Wei Ying is so cute begging for it. His breathing is shallow, as he guides his cock to his entrance, already slicked and oiled up, and pushed his cock all the way in, claiming him. "Want you..."

"Ah..." So much better when he's inside of him. He tries to be gentle when he stretches him wide with his size as he helps hooks his legs around his hips as he sinks in deeper, minding how delicate he is.

Granting his wish, he starts thrusting inside. "Been too long, Wei Ying...."

Lan Zhan pushes in all at once, and it hurts. Wei Ying’s organs shift to make room, and his body lets down its defenses, accepting him inside. It still stings, but Wei Ying is used to it. His body can take it.

Whimpering anyway, Wei Ying hugs his arms tight around Lan Zhan’s shoulders, pulling him down and keeping him close. He wants to be soothed, to have all his worries melt away, but they’re still there. Lan Zhan is no longer his everything and his only. He has free rein around the Cloud Recesses. He has choices. But not when it comes to this.

Conflicted, and not even sure about the reasons for his conflict, Wei Ying hugs tighter, clinging. He wants it to all be okay if he just trusts Lan Zhan. He wants nothing else to matter. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying repeats, hiding his face against Lan Zhan’s shoulder.

Lan Zhan pushes his cock all the way into his soft insides, and he likes to push hard and deep up to the hilt. He waited for Wei Ying to meld to his shape. He's a tight fit, he discovered. In his embraces, they fit together as one. He has been craving to fuck him ever since they left the center, and now they're home in the jingshi, Lan Zhan's desires become unrestrained. He is free while he has Wei Ying belonging to him.

"...Wei Ying. You complete me." He said. Part of Lan Zhan wondered if he resented him, for capturing him like this. But for now, he feels guilty, but he wants him more than anything. He loves him deeply and madly. He wants to bury his cock inside of Wei Ying and teach him who he belongs to until the end of time.

"You're mine." At that, he starts rocking his hips, pushing the cock inside of his body, in a steady rhythm, his lust completely motivates him, wanting to possess him as they used to fuck routinely back at the center at any given day except Wei Ying isn't drugged right now, and Lan Zhan wants him to be aware that he is his master.

Wei Ying gasps with each thrust, keeping his hold on Lan Zhan tight. It feels so good and right to be filled like this. His body loves it, and the pleasure radiates through him with each thrust. Lan Zhan knows him now, knows just how to drive into him to make Wei Ying arch and whine. He fucks against that sensitive spot inside of Wei Ying, and it makes him want more, so much more.

But his heart and mind remain conflicted, and he keeps clinging to Lan Zhan. He wants to be comforted, and to forget all his worries, but the pleasure isn't enough and that makes Wei Ying all the more concerned that there's something wrong with him that Lan Zhan can't fix.

"Is it no different between us now?" Wei Ying asks, very quiet, and there's nothing in his tone to clarify whether he's asking this as a good thing or a bad thing.

"..." How he longs to do this with him while upkeeping a seemingly normal life to rebuild their lives together. He merely waited, given him plenty of time to meditate with the serenity of Gusu.

He kept Wei Ying pinned down, nearly immobilized him in the same position on the bed. He gathered his wrists to pinned them on both side of his head to assert his dominance as he pressed passionate kisses and bites on his throat to claim him.

"Wei Ying...I think it's different." Lan Zhan answered back in a quiet tone. Part of him doesn't know what else to do other than give Wei Ying the reassurance that they are here, and there's no going back. He gives him a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth and continues to thrusts inside of him, as he craves connection to his body and his heart the most.

Lan Zhan pins his hands, which had always soothed him back at the center. He'd loved being pinned down while Lan Zhan took him. It made him feel so safe. But now he understands that it is different here, because he doesn't feel calmed when Lan Zhan pins him. He feels empty.

Now they are safe, now he can start to think for himself again, but he is still just a possession to Lan Zhan. His role is to offer pleasure, and he cannot say no.

He turns his face away when Lan Zhan leans down to kiss him. His heart and mind is in turmoil, but he has to wait for Lan Zhan to be done using him.

By different, Lan Zhan figured things between them are no longer the same. He didn't want them both to stay at the center. It's a prison and a place to get tortured and beaten. In Gusu, they're home. He wants him here with him and where it's safe, and Lan Zhan has his brother.

He doesn't look at him with love anymore. The first reaction is feeling annoyed and frustrated, but that's him being playful. He wanted to teach Wei Ying he is free here, that he is able to say no. There's nothing to fix. But at the same time, it's a contradiction. That he's a helpmeet and he must serve him.

Lan Zhan's weakness is not being able to express in words. "...Wei Ying." That's all he said. At the moment, it's better to reach his finish and cum inside of him. Which he did after he climaxed because his body makes him feel good.

Even if Wei Ying turns away giving him a cold expression in his eyes, that doesn't kill the mood at all. If anything, Lan Zhan continues to kiss him, loving him tenderly and when he's done, keeping him warm, because there's nothing else Lan Zhan can think of to fix him other than the usual routine.

After he's done, the night is quiet and there's peace as he laid beside him on his bed.

Lan Zhan holds him afterward, keeping him warm, and eventually Wei Ying turns toward him, nestling close into the warmth of his body and tucking his head against Lan Zhan's shoulder. It's the first time of their being together that he hasn't come.

He presses his legs together, keeping Lan Zhan's seed inside of him.

He's grateful that even now, when Wei Ying is being ungrateful and cold, Lan Zhan protects him and keeps him warm. That helps to soothe him. He never disobeyed Lan Zhan before, having learned in the center that disobeying meant that one or both of them would be hurt. But now that they are free, Lan Zhan chooses not to punish him, and Wei Ying is able to disobey as much as he wants. He thinks about that, wondering how he might want to disobey. It seems like something to decide tomorrow, so he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, peaceful in Lan Zhan's arms.

As Wei Ying drifts off to sleep, Lan Zhan kisses his forehead and stroke through his hair. "..." Lan Zhan has difficulty sleeping and he was confused and upset with himself. Normally a gentleman who is used to perfection: getting high grades on exams, known to be a top student, and hardworking and overachieving, so orderly and rigid is he and following the rules, excel at everything he does, to the point, he doesn't think about others and just himself.

He knew he has a temper by fault. Punching and kicking trees and rocks to vent out his frustrations, and to a point, frustrated with Wei Ying. When it comes to the matter of the heart...

He is always quiet as it's his usual demeanor. "..." Golden eyes staring at the rooftop where he hangs tassels and wind chimes from the ceiling. He's home, not in that prison. Home where the comfort is and Lan Zhan arranges it similar when his mother lives here.

It's good thing Wei Ying decides to sleep first, while Lan Zhan is wide awake for a few moments. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the jingshi gives Lan Zhan comfort.

Something is wet in his eyes. It's a rare occurrence when he feels sad as he cries and sniffles to himself from the stress and loneliness of it all until he finally sleeps.

It's a rare thing for Wei Ying to wake up first. He blinks in surprise when he wakes to find himself still cuddled close to Lan Zhan in their bed, and Lan Zhan's breath even from sleep.

Sitting up carefully, Wei Ying gazes down at his master... his lover.. his friend? He isn't sure anymore, and he doesn't know how they can be either of the latter things as long as Lan Zhan owns him. Lan Zhan looks sad, somehow, and it makes Wei Ying's heart ache. He seems to be having some painfully lonely dream. Wei Ying wants to make it better, but he feels wary about waking Lan Zhan up. Last night was so emotionally painful for them both, and he suspects that he hurt Lan Zhan by his rejection, but he also resents Lan Zhan for using him anyway.

Torn between the desire to comfort Lan Zhan and the desire to withdraw from him, Wei Ying just watches him for a moment, and then finds a distraction instead of a solution. The knot of Lan Zhan's forehead ribbon is just accessible beneath his head, and so Wei Ying starts to pluck at it, trying to untie it without waking him.

The rooster of Gusu normally crows at five am by habit. In the past, Lan Zhan can wake up the same time as the rooster, but he slept through it even long moments after the rooster crows. The bed is too warm and comfortable.

It was Wei Ying's stroke of luck. Lan Zhan didn't wake up when his headband was untied and taken away from him. He slept on, his breathing evening. "..zzz."

Wei Ying got the headband untied and drew it away from Lan Zhan, and he felt a moment of vicious triumph once it was fully in his hands. But then he wasn't completely sure what he intended to do with it next.

Rubbing his thumb over the soft, silken fabric, Wei Ying considers it. He feels wicked for having taken it away, but also vindicated in that he has a rightful claim upon the forehead ribbon. The conflict makes his head and his heart ache.

Without the forehead ribbon, Lan Zhan looks strangely naked. Wei Ying caresses his fingers over Lan Zhan's forehead. He still can't decide what he wants to do with the stolen ribbon.

He flicks his finger once against Lan Zhan's forehead to wake him up.

The famed headband was well-known and recognized in all the provinces. Light blue clouds on white symbol of the Gusu sect. All members wear it as a reminder to self-regulate themselves until they find their destined fated one.

That worked to wake him up from his slumb. From a long over-run dream, Lan Zhan fluttered his golden eyes open and groans groggily. He never felt rested, but upon waking up, he remembers there's routine and chores that must be done for the day.

Sleepily he rose and sat up. "Wei Ying...? You're awake?" Turning to see the clock. It's 8 0'clock. "Ah, we're late, but we have an hour before going to morning class. Give me a few more moments and I'll go make breakfast."

Lan Zhan's calm, patient demeanor when he wakes up only serves to irritate Wei Ying more, and he finally figures out what he wants to do with the forehead ribbon: he wants to pick a fight. The decision makes him feel more like Wei Wuxian than he has since entering the center, and he likes that feeling.

"Ugh, how boring, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying drawls, rolling his eyes. He shifts to sit cross-legged on the bed beside Lan Zhan, toying with the forehead ribbon and waiting for Lan Zhan to notice the theft.

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Lan Zhan feels for his head and realized his forehead ribbon is gone and finally took notice. He remains calm and slowly sighs. Having just woke up, it's too early for a fight and Lan Zhan only thinks of schedules and routines.

Reaching for the headband in an attempt to snatch it back. "...Wei Ying. Give me my headband back."

Wei Ying quickly pulls the headband away and gets up off the bed so he'll be out of reach. "I won't." He's annoyed by Lan Zhan's patience, and wants to goad him until he can get his temper to appear. "You'll have to take it from me."

Feeling wicked and rebellious, Wei Ying lifts his hair and then ties the ribbon around his own throat, putting a pretty bow at the back of his neck.

It's too early for this. Lan Zhan is not in the mood to fight. The moment Wei Ying decides not to return his headband and evades him out of his reach, Lan Zhan pulls back and retreated

With slight annoyance at his rebelliousness, "All right. Fine. Keep it. You're ridiculous looking like that." He lets him wear his headband ribbon and accept his defeat.

Grumbling, Lan Zhan ties up his robe, searched for his slippers, and then heads toward the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.

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Angry and frustrated, Wei Ying glared after him as he headed for the kitchen. He returned to the bed, curling up and tugging off the ribbon again. Still naked, he sulked in the bed.

Lan Zhan still wouldn't punish him, even when he was being actively rebellious. This should have been a relief, but instead Wei Ying just felt more annoyed.

He scowled more when Lan Zhan returned with the food. There had to be a way to get him to quarrel, and Wei Ying had been sure that the forehead ribbon would do it. He tried again. "Won't you be shamed if you go to morning classes without your headband?"

By Lan Zhan's willpower, he dutifully ignores him. There's the sound of him making breakfast by the stove, flipping over the pan, and then assembled breakfast on two plates on the table. A simple meal of eggs, sausages, and buttered toasts served with hot coffee from their rations.

Whether Wei Ying decides to join and eat with him, it's up to him. But Lan Zhan will not order him.

"No. If you decided not to eat or come with me to class, then you can stay here."

"I don't want to stay here, master," Wei Ying says. He narrows his eyes, feeling very wicked. He doesn't like being mean with his teasing like this, but he is angry at Lan Zhan and determined to find a way to prick his temper.

His stomach rumbles, but he ignores the food. He doesn't want to cooperate in any way right now. "I think I will go into town while you're in class and see who I can find to flirt with me. Maybe if I'm in the mood I'll let them fuck me in an alleyway."

With that remark, Lan Zhan's serene, saint-like calm vanished, revealing a cold, controlled fury. Colder than the winters of Gusu.

He simply glares and summons his energy to put the silencing spell on him to effectively shut him up. Wei Wuxian should know better than to challenge his authority and worst of all, his jealousy.

"Do not speak such blapsehmy, Wei Wuxian. Be silent. I do not raise you to be a common whore. What an ungrateful helpmeet."

If he does not want to eat his food or cooperate with him, fine. "For your punishment, you're coming with me to class."

Silenced, Wei Ying glared at him, breathing heavily through his nose with helpless fury. There was nothing to be done, and being called a common whore and an ungrateful helpmeet stung.

He turned his back on Lan Wangji, pulling the covers up over his head and curling into a little ball. He couldn't say anything more, but he wasn't going to cooperate, and he didn't think Lan Wangji would actually be able to get him to class if he didn't cooperate with putting on clothes.

The forehead ribbon remained clutched tight in his fist.

Wei Wuxian summoned the hidden tiger beneath. Lan Zhan lost his temper, but kept it under control. Eyes furrowed downward, frowning, and in his fury, his words stung like a discipline whip.

"Who risk his life to save you? I did. Who fed you, clothed you, and bathe you? I did. Who cares for you and defended you when you're branded a criminal, a lunatic, and nobody? I did. Did you forget who saved your life? I brought you back to Gusu so you can start over anew. Not so you can have the freedom and liberty to sleep and play with whoever you please while your siblings are out there, dying with their lives on the line while they are waiting to be rescued as the other clan searches for them. You're alive because of me."

Just like that, Lan Zhan finished eating, trembling in his own vulnerability.

"Fine. If you do not want to eat or come to class with me, then stay here and sulk. However, let it be known I forbid you to leave the house. Remain silent and mark your foolish words."

One would think a punishment will come. A spanking, a paddle, a bamboo stick, or a caning using one of those feather dusters to discipline a child. But Lan Zhan doesn't want to discipline him. He has no desire to.

"...Wei Ying, I'm sorry."

Instead of going to class, Lan Zhan quietly washes up, dresses up properly. He then gathered his tea set, his scrolls, brushes, and guqin. Instead of going to class, he made up his mind to sit at the entrance door, guarding it while playing music and writing poetry as he's drinking sweet tea to calm his fury with the calm of morning. He's going to sit to sulk and brood, and purposely block the door to guard Wei Ying from escaping.

The worst punishment in not going to those dull re-education classes is a lecture and scolding from his uncle who teaches it, but won't lead to a paddle punishment. The Gusu people are normally gentle. The excuse he can give is that he's sick and doesn't feel like going.

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