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marlowemuses2019-09-30 06:39 pm
diditmywei) wrote in marlowemuses2019-09-30 06:39 pm
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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..."
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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."
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"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."
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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.