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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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Wei Ying lives with a happy contentment that he thought he would never feel. He spends his days hunting and fishing in the mountains around the Cloud Recesses, careful not to trespass into the sacred and restricted areas on the backside of the mountain. It means traveling further to hunt, but Wei Ying knows that he already breaks so many of the Lan Clan's rules. The meat and fish that he catches, he brings some back to his family to eat, and takes much more of it down the mountain to Gusu. Some of it he sells and trades for vegetables, but more of it he gives away to the refugees who he had befriended. They have settled here in Gusu, and several of them he counts as friends.

The best part of his life is Lan Zhan. His husband makes him feel safe, loved, and happy every day of his life.

Content after dinner, Wei Ying lounges across Lan Zhan's lap. He plays with the tassel on his flute, knowing that being in Lan Zhan's lap like this is a game. Sooner or later, Lan Zhan will give in to temptation and kiss him, and that will lead to more.

But those thoughts are distracted by the suggestion of returning to Yunmeng. For so long, he's put it out of his mind as impossible and dangerous. No matter how much he wants it, and although the risk is easy for him to take for himself, any such risk would put Lan Zhan in danger, and that might mean leaving A-Yuan orphaned again. He's Lan Sizhui now, but Wei Ying still always thinks of him as A-Yuan.

When Lan Zhan suggests it, Wei Ying sits up, immediately hopeful. "Yes, please. Can we really, Lan Zhan?"

Wei Ying has proven himself to be clever and hard-working and efficient, doing what he can to support his family. Despite hard times, working on a meager living just to get by day by day, and there are times, that the future seems uncertain and hopeless, but they survived.

There are times that Lan Zhan becomes less of himself, almost a shell of what's left of his personal dignity, but Wei Ying's love for him and the child they raised has its a reward. The war hasn't torn them apart and in the end, they're still together faithfully as a family. He didn't mind the refugees, as it's the Lan's principles to be generous and charitable, and share what they have with their friends and neighbors.

Wei Ying is victorious. After all, he has free reign over his bed and on his lap. Each time Wei Ying plays this game, it's a game that Lan Zhan surrenders every time. That includes kisses and his heart.

With a nod, "Yes, we're free to go anytime. Nothing holds us back anymore. You've been with me for so many years in Cloud Recesses. Being with you, I wouldn't mind if you ever wanted to see the world."

In the end, he wanted to see Wei Ying be free in where he wanted to go, where he wanted to stay, as he desires Wei Ying to make his choices.

Wei Ying scoots to sit in his lap, watching Lan Zhan with a wide grin as he thinks about it. They'll miss A-Yuan while they travel, and he'll miss them, but he has friends and family here now, and he'll be safe in the Cloud Recesses while they're gone. "I want to go. I want to travel with you, and to see Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yianli again. A-Yuan will be okay here. Let's leave tomorrow."

He's breathless with excitement. As grateful as he's been for this sanctuary in the past years, it's also a prison. He hasn't been able to travel or to visit his home and family. "I want shijie to meet my husband." He taps Lan Zhan's nose with his fingertip, proud and fond. Lan Zhan is the love of his life, and he is happy every day that he spends in Lan Zhan's company.

Lan Zhan closed his eyes. It gladdens his heart to help Wei Ying reunited with his siblings and family. He remembered at the beginning that was his intention when he went to rescue him and it is his honor to keep that promise in his heart. Everything he does in his heart, it's for Wei Ying's highest good and he strives to make him the happiest man.

"We shall go and travel. Tomorrow sounds good since it's warm. With spring, we might see some cherry blossoms on the way."

With a laugh, he gives him a kiss, pressing his lips on his. Kisses every day for him. He really loves Wei Ying with all of his heart. They raised a child together and survive a war. Reuniting Wei Ying to his family and hometown, it's the least he could do for him. "I want to meet your sister and brother too. And see what Yunmeng is like. Do you miss them, Wei Ying?" As Lan Zhan remembers it was in ruins when the war started.

Wei Ying nods, heart aching to think of home and his family. He doesn't want to live there anymore, not when he belongs here now, but he misses the happy parts of those days and that life. He wants to see his brother and sister and to know that they are happy and healthy, and to see how Yunmeng has survived the war.

"We can go boating together, and gather lotus. My shijie makes the most amazing rib and lotus root soup, and I'll be able to have the Yunmeng liquor again--you have to try it, Lan Zhan, it's one of the best."

Shifting in Lan Zhan's lap, he wraps his legs around Lan Zhan's waist, feeling warm and content being wound around his husband like this. "I'm excited to go there with you, Gege."

They have been living in Gusu for so long. It's been Wei Ying's home, that's one thing for certain where Lan Zhan kept him safe and protected. But hearing all of his wishes, Lan Zhan knew Wei Ying has an adventurous spirit, and that's the Wei Ying he truly loves.

"Mn. We'll find a donkey to ride on, then ride a boat down the river, and then see the world with the stars outside." At the mention of everything, he laughs. "If I can hold my liquor! You have to take care of me when I'm drunk, Wei Ying. You know I act rude and bizarre, so please help me. Yunmeng's food is really good and I'll see if I can learn to cook their food also."

With a certain excitement as well, feeling warm and being wrapped in his embrace, bodies close for warmth, Lan Zhan wraps his arms around his waist. "I can't wait to travel with you being by your side."

Looking straight into his eyes with adoration. "I really love you, Wei Ying." He whispered as he nuzzles him, kissing him gently. "Wei Ying..." Saying his name in reverence because he loves to say his name for that reason.

“I will take care of you,” Wei Ying promises, eyes sparkling with mirth. “I love it when you are rude and bizarre, Lan Zhan. You are very cute and you have no inhibitions at all. It is good for you sometimes, I think, to have those inhibitions removed. Especially when I’m around to keep you out of trouble.” To a certain extent. Wei Ying’s idea of trouble is always good natured and doesn’t hurt anyone, so he loves getting into that kind of trouble with Lan Zhan, but it’s his responsibility to make sure Lan Zhan doesn’t do anything while drunk that would make him or his clan look bad.

“Lan Zhan,” he replies, grinning wide and happy. Instead of leaning in for a kiss, he leans back out of kissing range, giving Lan Zhan’s hair a playful tug just to tempt and tease him. He wants to play, and it takes just a moment before he decides on a game. “Hanguang-Jun... boss me around.”

"You will take care of me? Take care of me." Lan Zhan listens carefully and he shyly looks to the side, remembering that every time he loses his inhibitions, he behaves very bizarrely when drunk and he fears Wei Ying gets hurt. "No good when I'm like that. I'll terrify you and make you feel troubled."

His heart raced, and his kiss was denied when he leans back, avoiding his lips, he's disappointed, almost whining. With his hair being tugged, his golden eyes entranced and never leaves his gaze away from him, he nuzzles on his cheek, his mouth open to kissing him warmly. "Boss you around? Are you sure...?" More kisses followed as he buried on his neck as his hands trails upon his chest. "If that's what you want."

"You never terrify me," Wei Ying assures him, smiling at those shy looks. "I trust you. Even when you are uninhibited. It just means that you're more honest. Fully you, without anything holding you back. That could never make me feel troubled."

Laughing and squirming happily at the nuzzling, Wei Ying moaned as Lan Zhan's mouth found his neck. "Husband Zhan," he said, grinning as Lan Zhan got frustrated. It was always fun to get Lan Zhan worked up, because when all those passions spilled over it meant Wei Ying got ravished. "I'm sure. Make me obey you."

"If you're sure..." Wei Ying always has a say when it comes to his pleasure. With his permission, letting go of his self-restraint, he picked up Wei Ying to lift him and take over to the bed. Lan Zhan's passion is always a one-track mind, his golden eyes become fiery and sparkled with excitement since, with Wei Ying, it's always a thrill to him to make love, all the heat pool to his loins.

"Wei Ying..." He whispered before he descends his mouth on his, attacking him with his lips and tongue, gently sucking on, and furiously removes his robes and clothes and left then carelessly on the floor in a pile.

"I won't hold back." Wei Ying is definitely getting ravished, making him surrender from lips and tongue, Lan Zhan kisses his neck, biting on his skin to leave his marks, and cups between his legs to fondle and caress him, stroking him just to see Wei Ying rile up, rewarding him with his kiss and touches. "I'm going to warm you up..."

Wei Ying made a happy sound as Lan Zhan picked him up. He kept his legs tangled around Lan Zhan's waist, laughing and moaning as Lan Zhan took kiss after kiss from him, leaving him breathless.

"Don't hold back," Wei Ying agreed, eyes glittering with playful excitement. "No mercy." They both knew that he was likely to end up begging for mercy when he got overwhelmed, but afterward he was always eager to demand more, refusing any mercy to his future self.

"Lan Zhan." Shivering at the touch, Wei Ying rocked his hips up into it, whining for more while Lan Zhan stroked him and bit his neck. "Always so hungry, Lan Zhan!" he teased, laughing brightly as Lan Zhan kissed ticklishly at his neck. "Warm me up. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your seed, Lan Zhan."

Pinning Wei Ying to the bed, speaking in a playful manner, Lan Zhan becomes passionate as he kisses him fiercely. "I want to devour you, drink you, fuck you until I have my fill. Wei Ying, you always spark my passions since we first met and I want to be shameless as you are. Now I shall pierce you fiercely with my sword."

Fetching the bottle of oil from the nearby table as that always comes with handly, he pours it over his fingers until it's dripping and slick. He wanted to hear Wei Ying beg for mercy, pleading until he surrendered.

"I have waited for so long for you to come back to Gusu with me." He said, speaking from the heart. "Now you are here. Have you been feeling cold, Wei Ying? Shall I warm you up and make you hot? Open up to me. Make you feel good. Prepare you."

Licking his lips, golden eyes molten with a yearning lust for his eager adorable husband, he always enjoys filling Wei Ying and as he speaks, slides his fingers inside of his hole, slicking up his tight heat to make wet his insides, slowly stretching him to prepare.

Wei Ying cries out with pleasure as Lan Zhan's fingers enter him, stretching him open so that he can take Lan Zhan's cock without pain. "Warm me up," he agreed, running his hands over Lan Zhan's broad chest and pausing to tweak his nipple. "Make me melt for you. Claim me, Er-Gege, I need you."

He lifted his hips shamelessly into the touch, arching his back and showing off the long, slender length of his body as he tried to get more stimulation against his sensitive prostate. "Lan Zhan, your fingers feel so good. Make me come again and again, Gege, and then fuck me hard while I'm overwhelmed and whimpering."

Lan Zhan becomes more excited with passion, as he continues to dig his fingers inside to coat his inner walls with the lube, making him wet as his body responds positively. His nipples harden in response to his teasing.

"You tease. Mine. Need you. Want you." He murmured in a whisper and with a low laugh, tiger golden eyes molten with desire. "Patience. Don't cum so quickly before we even started!"

Withdrawing his fingers, leaving Wei Ying empty for a few moments, but not for long. He guides his cock toward his entrance and swiftly, he pushes his length inside, sending it all the way in up to the hilt to slowly stretch his tight insides and then lifted his legs to spread him wide as he charges forward and begins thrusting inside of him slowly into a familiar dance and rhythm.

"No patience!" Wei YIng counters, laughing and squirming. "Come again and again for you, milking your cock. Fill me up so much I'm sloshing with it."

His laughter turns into a whine as Lan Zhan's fingers leave him. Even though it's only for a moment, he feels empty, and his hole clenches around air until Lan Zhan lined up and slid into him. Moaning, Wei Ying writhed against the mattress, whining and panting at the intensity of it. "Lan Zhan," he breathed, feeling full and satisfied once his husband was buried inside him. "Kisses."

"Want you...again and again. You milk me. Fill you." Licking his lips, he hardens more in response to full size, really stuffing him with his thickness.

"Kiss you." He leans forward to claims his mouth with a hungry kiss, nipping on his lower lip as his tongue slowly slides inside, sucking loudly as he pounds his cock inside of him, hard and deep over and over, his cock stretching him. "Make you wet~."

As he continues to thurst in him, hard and fierce, almost frantic, cums increase in volume, a hot liquid building up between their connection.

Wei Ying cries out as Lan Zhan grows even larger inside of him, stretching his body to its limits. He suckles on Lan Zhan's tongue, moaning at the feel of being filled with his husband's tongue and cock, ravished fully.

He whines as Lan Zhan pounds inside him, overwhelmed by the sensations and his own longing. It feels like too much, more than he can bear, and that's how Wei Ying likes it best. He knows that now, and knows that he could never be satisfied with anything less than the intensity that Lan Zhan gives him. His husband's lust makes him feel so desired and precious, and Wei Ying wants to float on that sensation.

Digging his nails into Lan Zhan's back, Wei Ying clings to him, tugging at Lan Zhan to try and get him closer, deeper. He's constantly greedy for more of Lan Zhan, even though he's already overwhelmed. "Gege," he begs, between kisses.

Lan Zhan continues to kiss him deeply, tongues swirled for a taste of him, his cock continues to pound inside of him, sending him waves of pleasure through his body. The length of him rubs his soft insides, invading over and over, claiming him as he pounds his cock into him furiously.

"Yes...your gege. My didi. Mine."

Lan Zhan's back decorated with scars during his time in the center. When Wei Ying digs his nails on his skin, he hisses softly, gritted his teeth as he fucks him hard and fast, taking his pleasure to cum inside of him, filling him with hot seed.

Crying out as Lan Zhan fucks hard into him, mercilessly ravaging him, Wei Ying arches beneath him, body quivering. Each blow against the sensitive spot inside him makes his whole body tingle, a pleasure that radiates to the tips of his fingers.

He loses himself to that sensation, unsure of the exact point where the pleasure spills over into orgasm. His seed spills between them, hot jets against Lan Zhan's skin, and he moans loudly, shameless in his pleasure.

Panting as he recovers from the orgasm, Wei Ying clings to his husband, pressing his face against Lan Zhan's shoulder. "Master," he murmurs, voice sweet and warm with contentment, and then he realizes what he just said and goes still.

Lan Zhan with half-lidded eyes drawls out a long sigh of intense pleasure as he sinks in deeper inside of Wei Ying. Hot seed spilling and bursting forth, filling him as he cums inside of him. The release of orgasm is intense and exquisite, his golden eyes darken with pleasure as he enjoys the feeling of claiming him completely as he cums inside of him as his moans is music to his ears.

"...Wei Ying." He heard that and there's a silence between them. Lan Zhan can only embrace him warmly as he's still inside of him, giving him a rain of kisses wherever his lips can land and rocks him back and forth gently to comfort him.

"We're married now. I missed hearing you call me that. But if you dislike it, then we can think of something else that you like."

The warm embrace and the kisses help to soothe his worries, and Wei Ying's smile returns as he lifts his head to see Lan Zhan's eyes. They've rarely mentioned everything that happened between them at the center, and Wei Ying's always felt guilty for how deeply he had broken Lan Zhan's heart afterward.

"You missed it?" he asks, tangling his legs around Lan Zhan's waist to keep him inside. Reassured and immediately playful, Wei Ying returns the rain of kisses, laughing happily. "My master," he says, intentional this time, heated and playful. "My love. My husband. I belong only to you."

At this point, Lan Zhan nearly has forgotten what happened at the center years ago. One thing he regrets is losing his temper with him, having learned that love requires patience. He felt blessed that Wei Ying forgave him and fixed his instrument. The fixed instrument is still on the table to serve as a reminder that love can heal and mend broken spirits including hearts.

His cock continues to twitch, aching for more, but he needs to rest in order to recuperate and recover for another round, so he withdraws, cuddling and nuzzling him on the bed, keeping him warm.

"I think whenever you call me Master...it makes me feel like you're truly mine and no one else. I fear to lose you or let anyone take you away from me." He murmurs and means that in earnest. "But I don't want you to hate it or despise it." He said with guilt. "But I truly..."

Lovingly, with soft moans as he nuzzles him, full of heat and playful, and also eager with passion. "Again. Say those words again, my love. Without fear of me. As your Master, I only wish to protect you."

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Wei Ying whines a little as Lan Zhan pulls out of him, but he’s still cuddled close, so he can’t really complain. “My master,” he repeats, laughing happily and squirming as Lan Zhan nuzzles at him, breath tickling his skin. “I could never fear you. My husband, my love, my master. Ravish me, make me beg for you, I love you, please master.” Breathless as he begged and laughed, Wei Ying nuzzled and wiggled in his husband’s arms.

Despite he has kept an appearance of righteousness and perfection for all of these years, Lan Zhan's heart is the most vulnerable as the heartstrings always ache for him, and hearing those words from him is uplifting because he trusts that Wei Ying's words with much reverence. A single word from him can silence him and unwound him all at once. Cuddling and snuggling with his husband, holding him close to his heart.

"Wei Ying, the things you say...." He whispered. Half-lidded golden eyes in a haze admiring his husband with his lips and warm breath ghosting over his pale skin. Gentle caresses over his frame. "Make me ache for you all the time."

His hands wandered over the chest, then playfully tweaks with his rosy nipples, and then claims his mouth with a kiss, murmuring against his mouth hotly with tongue, voice deep and sultry. "I really love you Wei Ying. With all of my heart. I want to make love to you every night. Make you sing for me. Ravish you until we're both satisfied. Love you until death do us part."

As he spoke the words with so much passion and intensity, he becomes hard again, wanting nothing more than to be inside of his love.

“I ache for you all the time,” Wei Ying echoed, arching up as Lan Zhan teased at him with lips and breath. His sweet laughter came as easily as ever, an outpouring of joy as they played and teased together in bed.

Yelping at the tweak to his nipple, Wei Ying moaned into Lan Zhan’s mouth, clashing against Lan Zhan’s tongue with his own. He played at a token resistance, trying to keep Lan Zhan’s tongue out of his mouth so that Lan Zhan would have to force his way forward and conquer.

“Master,” he panted, kissing at Lan Zhan’s neck and cheek. “I belong only to you. I want to be your sheath. Please fill me. Make me whole. My husband. My master.”

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