marlowemuses | Lessons

Entry tags:

Lessons

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He stops for a moment, with a nod, and Lan Zhan undresses. The cold in the jingshi made him hiss softly. He craves that body heat and closes, wanting to be close as much as he can.

"Mn...kiss you." He whispered and slowly, wanting to feel him, his mouth travels up, placing kisses on his collarbone, on his the hollow of his throat, and then on his lips, his tongue slides inside to kiss him wetly.

Wei Ying watches hungrily as Lan Zhan undresses for him. He's so beautiful, and Wei Ying aches for him. Lan Zhan is his, and Wei Ying is so grateful to have him.

Lan Zhan settles atop him again, and Wei Ying winds his arms and legs around him, welcoming him back. He whines needily at the other kisses, even as they move upward to his mouth, and finally he has what he needs. Moaning shamelessly as Lan Zhan's tongue claims his mouth, Wei Ying slides his hands down Lan Zhan's back, blunt nails digging into Lan Zhan's skin as he clings possessively to him.

Lan Zhan continues to kiss him hungrily, craving his kisses while touching him, groping him greedily, feeling skin and warmth while he was away on those long weeks, trying to forget. He aches for him, wanting to connect to him.

"Wei Ying..." He moans, panting in the kisses, whining as he felt his own cock begin to harden and throb and ache against the fabric of his pants.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying begs in return, grinding up against Lan Zhan's hard length. He's so desperate for him, feeling like he might die if he has to go without kisses for even a moment, if he doesn't have Lan Zhan inside of him in seconds. "Please, Lan Zhan, I need you to fuck me. Please, get the oil. Please fuck me."

He doesn't want to let go, but this is a higher priority, so he untangles his arms and legs so that they can attend to the basic practicalities of preparing his body. After weeks of being apart, Wei Ying knows that he's going to be tight.

While Lan Zhan fetches oil, Wei Ying scrambles out of the rest of his clothes, shivering in the cold air of the jingshi as he follows after Lan Zhan to the bedroom, where the bottle of oil is still in the same place in the table by the bed. "Lan Er-Gege," Wei Ying murmurs, flirtatious as he stands naked in the doorway.

Lan Zhan made a noise of arousal when his hard length is being grinded. "Wei Ying, wait for me..." Lan Zhan was so pent up with sexual frustration, hearing the sound of his voice begging for his cock after dreaming about it in his long treks through the villages, thinking it's nothing more than a fantasy, it's becoming real.

There's a rustle of clothing being removed, Lan Zhan joins his beloved in the bedroom and found his cock begin to weep with pre-cum. He's not sure if they have oil left, but he took a moment to check the table and drawer for any. Thankfully he didn't throw the bottles out at that moment when he thought he doesn't need them anymore. He has a few lefts and completely forgot all about it, and left it alone.

With the bottle of oil on hand. "Wei Ying, get on the bed." He sighed. It was tormenting for him. Wei Ying is lean and finely muscled and well-toned from the hard work of chopping wood. He won't be shivering from cold as soon Lan Zhan wraps his arms around him, and kisses him fervently on his neck and shoulders, and bites him playfully. "Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Yuandao~." He murmured flirtatiously. There's no distant look, as his golden eyes become warm and enamored and it shows he has been in love with him and only him for all of these years.

Wei Ying lays down beneath him, shivering once as his bare skin stretches across the cool surface of the bed. All smiles, Wei Ying gazes up at his beloved, warmed by the molten gold of his eyes.

"I love you," Wei Ying murmurs to him, happy.

Embracing Lan Zhan again, he laughs at the kisses and bites, squirming playfully beneath him. "Lan Zhan! Are you still hungry? Didn't I feed you enough?"

He spreads his legs for Lan Zhan, lifting his hips with impatient invitation. "Please, Lan Zhan, please fill me. Fuck me. I need you."

"You been good to me. Don't want food now. Want you. Only you." Lan Zhan doesn't need food now. He has other needs. Such as sex and affection. Which he has been starving for because he only wanted from one.

"I love you too." The more Wei Ying said it, the more he becomes enliven with passion. "Forgive me."

With the oil, with Wei Ying's leg spread, he slickens his fingers with the oil and touches the soft pink entrance where he pushes one finger inside, preparing him, slicking up his inner walls. Wei Ying feels exquisitely tight.

Wei Ying moans for him. He loves this, and he has missed this so much. He's masturbated a few times while Lan Zhan was away, but only with a hand on his cock. Twice he let his hand stray between his legs, considering fingering himself and thinking of Lan Zhan, but the thought hurt too much and left him aching with sorrow. He pulled his hand away, no longer in the mood.

Now, with his lover back in his arms, Wei Ying feels so fulfilled as Lan Zhan's finger thrusts inside of him. It won't be right until it's Lan Zhan's cock filling him, but he's so tight after going untouched for weeks.

"Forgive me," Wei Ying echoes, reaching up to touch Lan Zhan's face. He crests his thumb over Lan Zhan's eyebrow, smiling with adoration. "There's no need for forgiveness between us two."

Lan Zhan adds a second finger, and then carefully a third, stretching him out with loving care as he slicks him up with the oil, pumping his fingers inside of him to rub that sensitive spot inside. How he longs Wei Ying to speak to him again as he becomes withdrawn and didn't think he's worthy of his love, that he is unable to find the right words to speak.

"...mn. But I want to say it. I hurt you, and I'm sorry." And Lan Zhan is the type who should say that, but Wei Ying makes it better.

He kisses him on the lips, with a longing to kiss him. He removes his fingers after he prepared him, and then stroke his cock lovingly, touching him, and then guides his cock toward the pink entrance that is begging to be filled.

He waits for a few moments, seeking permission. "I'm going to put this in. Are you ready?" Lan Zhan is not going to hold himself back.

"I hurt you, too," Wei Ying points out. He can't take his eyes from Lan Zhan's face. He gives every gasp and moan to Lan Zhan as those fingers move inside him, stroking that sensitive spot and urging his muscle to open. "And I'm sorry."

His hole clenches, empty, once Lan Zhan removes his fingers.

"Please, Lan Zhan. Fill me. Make me yours. I need you." Wei Ying clings to him, tugging at Lan Zhan's shoulders to pull him closer. "Please. I can't bear to live without you."

Living these past weeks has been hard enough. Wei Ying aches with love and need, longing to be united with Lan Zhan. "Please fuck me, Gege."

Lan Zhan feels worthy, worthy of his love. He really loves Wei Ying for all of these years. He remembered him since the first day they met, this laughing, teasing boy who breaks all the rules and play shameless pranks on him to see his reactions from his stoic demeanor. He didn't like him at first but tolerated him.

Lan Zhan is full of love for him. So much love, it's a type of love where the sun follows the moon, the oceans greet the shore and follow him into darkness. He really grasps his desperation for him that Lan Zhan prays this is truly real.

With a sharp inhale of breath, "Wei Ying, I don't want you to get hurt again. Never again. Can't bear it. Not without you."

Slowly, he wants it to be gentle for him, to prove himself. He slides himself inside of him, all the way in. He's very hard as he hasn't felt his connection to him for a long time, having lived in denial. The feeling of being inside his tight heat serves quite a shock to him, that Lan Zhan gasps with pleasure, and Wei Ying feels incredible to him.

"Wei Ying, I want to feel your hidden depths."

Wei Ying gasps as his lover slides inside. He's so big, and so hard, and Wei Ying is tight again now that they haven't been doing this every day. But it feels so right to have Lan Zhan back inside of him.

"You're feeling my hidden depths," Wei Ying teases. He hugs tight to Lan Zhan, one arm wound jealously around his shoulders and the other cradling his head. His legs trap Lan Zhan's hips, preventing him from doing anything but grinding. "You're all the way inside them."

Nuzzling at him, Wei Ying sighs with contentment. "I love you, Lan Zhan."

Lan Zhan feels himself lost within him, and yet being with him and inside of him, being one with him, he felt connected and found himself in him. Ever since he laid eyes on him, Wei Ying is his answer, always drawn to him like a light in the dark. Wei Ying is his purpose, that he knows for certain. Everything his heart does, it's always connected to Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan rocks inside of him, feeling his tight heat around his member. As he kisses him with reverence where his lips can land, making love to him. "Mm, I want to feel you, everything of you. I love you, Wei Ying. I always love you." His voice feels of emotion, as he feels himself gradually feeling the pleasure build higher, higher closer to climax. He presses his lips on his skin, on the pulse of his throat, kissing him everywhere as his cock melts inside of his body in that heat. "Lost in you...want to marry you. Make love to you every day." He murmured dreamily, as for he speaks with so much certainty.

"Marry me," Wei Ying repeats, whimpering happily as Lan Zhan rocks inside of him. He keeps his legs tight, trapping him deep, and the heat of it feels like he's aflame. Lifting his hips into each thrust, Wei Ying whines and moans for him, dizzy with need. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want only you. I've only ever wanted you."

No matter how he might flirt with everyone he meets, he's never been serious about it. There have been pretty boys--and girls--who have caught his attention and made him preen and tease, but nothing had ever come of it, and Wei Ying doesn't fully realize that it was his own nature to always defuse flirtations as soon as he'd started them, making sure that he stayed in groups and kept the flirtation shallow so that no one got the wrong idea. It was only Lan Zhan who was the exception. Wei Ying had sought him out alone again and again, and when they were apart he had thought frequently of Lan Zhan.

"I love you," Wei Ying said, whimpering and moaning as he got closer, lifting his hips desperately to try to take Lan Zhan even deeper. "Lan Zhan, I love you."

He doesn't last long before the orgasm takes him, sending deep waves through his body and making him quiver and arch, incoherently gasping Lan Zhan's name.

"Marry you. Only you. Spend my life with you. Make love to you every day. Wei Ying, my love..."

Lan Zhan softly whispered back loving words as he sends his hot, hard member all the way in. The flirtations and teasing, he couldn't stand it. He has been in love with Wei Ying for many years, his eyes see only him, and he will follow him everywhere hopelessly. He now figured out the reason why. Because he is his fated one, the one he wanted to spend his life with as his husband and mate. He wanted to marry him ever since he found him alive and cherished him until the end of his days.

Golden eyes hazed over as he watches Wei Ying intently being in a state of pleasure and bliss to near ecstasy as he slams his cock inside of him, going faster and harder, as deep he wants to go inside of him. He kisses him in the shallow of his neck as he rocks back and forth. His breath becomes harsh, his moans become low as he lifts his hips up and pistons his cock rapidly to fill him without mercy.

"Love you too. Wei Ying. You're mine." Lan Zhan kept going until he's satisfied as he felt his own climax rippled through his body, and he cums hard filling the thick seed inside of him.

Lan Zhan doesn't slow down after Wei Ying comes. It's overwhelming, but Wei Ying remembers this, he's used to this, and it feels so right. He always loved this part best, the hazy, intense bliss of being just past an orgasm but still driven on and on by Lan Zhan's pleasure. Gasping and whimpering at each of Lan Zhan's thrusts, Wei Ying clings to him, nuzzling and kissing feverishly at the side of Lan Zhan's neck.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs. "Lan Zhan." He feels soft and vulnerable, like he's owned by Lan Zhan again, but it's a good feeling. He's safe in the feeling of trust, knowing that he belongs to Lan Zhan and that he's safe, and that Lan Zhan would leave him alone and not touch him if that was what Wei Ying asked.

He shivered as Lan Zhan came inside him, filling him, and he grinned, pleased to have Lan Zhan's seed inside him once again. Nipping at Lan Zhan's chin while they recovered, Wei Ying started up his teasing. "Er-Gege, you were so forceful! I don't know if I'll be able to walk... You're going to have to carry me everywhere..."

Lan Zhan stamina only matches the unbridled passion he has for him. It's endless, raw, and always wanting, and difficult to quench. If Wei Ying learns to tame him by simply asking, then it will desire to come back for more.

For now, Lan Zhan feels satisfied, and locked himself inside of him, wanting to possess all of him during their connection together. Wei Ying's body is more gorgeous and warm while holding his cock and seed.

"Mn. Everywhere. Mine. Don't want you to leave me. Make you stay with me. Carry you everywhere." He cupped his chin as he admired him and kisses him slowly, sweet and passionate, and nuzzle him tenderly and bites on his neck, sucking on his skin to leave a mark, claiming him.

With a deep sigh, feeling satiated, and calming down from his high. He feels better now. More lively and emotional now that he knows Wei Ying loves him, that his heart feels full and fulfilled as it meant to be. He suddenly remembers the child.

"Let's call A-Yuan back. It's too cold outside and he can get sick. I can fix his own bed, so he has a place to sleep."

Wei Ying makes aroused and helpless noises as Lan Zhan sucks a mark onto his neck. When it is done, he's grinning. He likes being claimed by Lan Zhan.

"Go on, Er-Gege," Wei Ying says. He smooths his hand over Lan Zhan's hair, tidying it a bit after their passion. "Go call him in and fix his bed."

He whines a little as Lan Zhan pulls out, but he tidies himself quickly, finding his clothes again and tying his hair back. When they call Wen Yuan in again, Wei Ying is smiling and cheerful, back to his usual self. Wen Yuan brightens happily at the sight of Wei Ying's cheerfulness. "Ying-Gege!"

"A-Yuan..." Wei Ying teases, sweeping him up into his arms. "Have you been getting into trouble out there? Lan Zhan has made me all better, so you don't need to worry anymore. No more sadness."

Lan Zhan wanted a happy family. While it's a start, it does seem like something within Lan Zhan is being mended and healed, and it all started from a misunderstanding. Recovery will be slow, but Wei Ying does indeed brought Lan Zhan back from his withdrawn, back to him where he belongs.

With the child coming back in from the cold, it also fits a missing piece of the picture. Lan Zhan tidies up, then rolls out the futon bed and blanket for A-Yuan. While it doesn't seem like much, and they're dirt poor, Lan Zhan's heart is filled with peace and gratitude that he will do anything for his small family. He filled the stove with more wood to keep the fire and warmth going, to keep his family warm through the winter night.

Together, in this house, it feels warmer with happiness and togetherness somehow. With the war going on, it's this house, this jingshi that keeps the family uncertainties and worries safe inside.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Lessons

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject