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[diditmywei]

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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[diditmywei]

Wei Ying murmurs back to him, whispering their shared names and vows of love in between his moans and bright bubbles of breathy laughter. "Lan Zhan, my love, my gege, my master, I'm yours." His eyes close with each kiss and open again to beam up at Lan Zhan, watching him with adoring devotion. Lan Zhan is the center of his world, and nothing else will ever compare. Ever since they met, he's orbited around Lan Zhan to some degree, constantly drawn back toward him. Every time they've been apart, he thinks constantly of when he'll see Lan Zhan again. Now that their married and the orbit has drawn close, he's all the more needy for him. Every day his passion and love for Lan Zhan grows stronger, binding them unbreakably together.

As Lan Zhan moves inside of him, Wei Ying writhes and whines, grinding his hips up to try to get more of Lan Zhan inside his body. He can never be satisfied, never have enough of Lan Zhan. Every day, multiple times a day, and still every moment Wei Ying craves more. He meets Lan Zhan's kisses like he's been starved of touch for a hundred years.

Crying out as he comes, Wei Ying bucks beneath his husband, arching and quivering as pleasure fills him. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, panting. "Lan Zhan." Soft little laughs keep bubbling up through his lips as Lan Zhan bites and kisses at him, and he squirms happily, enjoying the combination of pleasure and tickling. "My husband."

[inquiryguqin]

It always this moment when Wei Ying bucks his hip and clamps down on him, tighten up around his member in the throes of passion and his blissed expression is the most exquisite sight as loving words spill from his lips. The sound of his laughter, fulfilling his needs so eagerly. In the meanwhile, as he buried his cock deeply, a thick stream of cum flows like lava, creaming inside of him, filled him with his seed, a satisfying feeling that Wei Ying is properly filled, wet, and Lan Zhan buried his cock inside of him for as long as possible.

It's that adoring devotion that Lan Zhan wants and needs from him. Despite their difficulties in their relationship in the past, he is very much in love with him, more so after he has Wei Ying married him and into his family. A love unbreakable that not even death can separate their bond and souls over lifetimes.

Still buried his cock deep inside of him, he gazed at his exhausted body, decorated with bite marks on his pale skin. He tenderly nuzzles on his throat and kisses him tenderly. "Do you have your fill yet? Had enough...?" To see if Wei Ying is ready to call for mercy and rest for the night.

[diditmywei]

Wei Ying gazes up at him, eyes soft with trust and joy, and smiles wide as Lan Zhan dips his head for another sweet kiss. "I've never had enough of you," he murmurs, flirtatious. "I'll never stop wanting more."

His teeth catch Lan Zhan's lower lip, tugging and nipping playfully. He's breathless and sore, but his heart is swelling with affection and longing. "My love. My master. I liked having you as my master. I like belonging to you, and when you boss me around and ravish me. You should tie me up sometimes. Take me however you like." Wei Ying nips at Lan Zhan's chin, wickedly affectionate. "Do you want that?"

[inquiryguqin]

"I think I have enough energy for one more round, and then you have to go to sleep." Though Lan Zhan fully intended to use him all up, exhausted him until he has his fill well into the morning.

Seeing he wanted more. Lips are swollen from the bites and nips from the kisses. His member continues to stay hard, aching and throbbing for more as he desperately seeks relief from this heat. "However I like. Let's change position. Take you from behind." Lan Zhan said, breathless as he whispers the longing of ravishing him from his heart.

He has Wei Ying turned around, so he'll be on his fours. He can see how much of cum is oozing out of his hole and down his thighs. "Look at you. You're oozing and very wet. Going to pour my seed inside of you, because you're greedy."

Just as swiftly, he plunges his hard cock inside of him again, fucking him rough and hard again, pounding that hole away. "You love belonging to me. Who is your husband?" He whispered hotly.

[diditmywei]

Wei Ying rolls over gladly for him, spreading his legs wide and arching his back to offer himself to his husband. He can feel how his hole is clenching around nothing, hungry to be filled again. His thighs are shaky, but he can’t stop wanting more. “I need you, master,” he begs, cheeks flaming as Lan Zhan admires him. Then Lan Zhan thrusts inside, filling him deeply, and Wei Ying cries out.

Shamelessly rutting his hips back into each thrust, Wei Ying gasps and whimpers at the intensity of it. “You are. You are my husband. My master. I want always to be your sheath. Ah! Master! You’re so deep like this. So big!”

[inquiryguqin]

As his answer, he speeds up his thrusts, clumsily hitting his hidden spot of pleasure every time. Each thrust is wild, reckless without abandon. Completely opposite of his cool, calculative exterior he wears as a front. More cum spills forth, increasing in volume, sticky and dribbing for the second time. All of this spilling makes the sheet wet, but Lan Zhan doesn't how messy it gets.

He has to hear more, more of his whimpering and begging as he ruts him wildly, cumming inside of him. "Mine. My husband." He whispered. "Do you know how incredible you feel? I love it when you're tight as a virgin and sheathe my sword like this. You feel exquisite."

He licks his ear, rain kisses, and bites on his neck and shoulders to leave marks, and whispered his name, "Wei Ying" hotly like a mantra, fucking his body to exhaust him.

[diditmywei]

Crying out and moaning with each thrust, Wei Ying braces his arms against the mattress, letting his head rest against them as he takes the onslaught of deep thrusts. It feels overwhelmingly good, and he whimpers, feeling dizzy with the intensity of it. Lan Zhan's sweet kisses and bites feel so good against his neck and shoulders, and he reaches up with a shaky hand to draw his hair forward over his shoulder so that it won't be in the way, so that his back and neck will be bared to Lan Zhan's bites.

"Not so tight as a virgin when I'm dripping with your seed," Wei Ying replies, laughing breathlessly between his moans. He could feel it slick around Lan Zhan's shaft, and dripping down his thighs, all that proof of Lan Zhan's desire for him.

"Lan Zhan," he gasps, making pleading whimpering noises as his husband fucks mercilessly into him. He quivers and bucks as shocks of pleasure go through his body, little half-orgasms that make his cock twitch and spurt, until they all build into an intense and blinding orgasm that makes him scream.

[inquiryguqin]

A few harder thrusts, pounding against him, skin slapping against the skin to spill more seed inside him to make him dripping with seed as waves of intense orgasm coursing through his body. His mind a haze as he claims his beloved husband as his own, feeling whole and complete, dizzy with endless love for him. He emptied himself inside of him to reached his finished. His scream is exquisite that Lan Zhan is delighted that he makes him scream in ecstasy, a scream for him.

"Mn. You're still wonderfully tight since the day I married you." He said dreamily as he's dripping wet now, the cum dribbled down his thighs, making the sheets wet. A mess he's proud of marking him as well as his proof.

Gradually he slows down. He's nearly breathless and he turns Wei Ying around for his well-deserved kiss, deep, hot, and passionate, tongue curled inside as Lan Zhan is sexually satisfied. "Is that enough...?" He whispered, waiting for him to call for mercy.

[diditmywei]

Wei Ying's completely pliant as Lan Zhan turns him, limbs all like jelly. Pleasure radiates through him, and he can barely manage to lift his arms to hug around his husband, whimpering happily as he gets a deep kiss. He's damp with sweat and dripping with Lan Zhan's seed, and he doesn't think he'll be able to walk for hours after such an intense fucking.

Nodding dazedly, Wei Ying brushes his fingertips over Lan Zhan's jawline. "Enough. Please, no more. Please have mercy, master." He smiles, watching Lan Zhan with utter devotion. He's so happy to be here with his husband. "My husband."

[inquiryguqin]

Lan Zhan continues to bury his cock inside of him, staying inside while it's warm and wet to keep him full. He belongs to him, in body, heart, and soul. All he ever wanted is for Wei Ying is to recognized him since the day they met.

With a chuckle. "Wei Ying, you set my heart ablaze since the day we met. Cry mercy as much as you want." He's cute. His daze looks. His black locks sticking to his skin. Love bites decorated on his skin.

Mercy is granted. Lan Zhan thinks he's satiated and satisfaction. "Wei Ying, rest." He said, embracing him as he rains kisses on him, gentle and tender, to make up for the rough play.

[diditmywei]

"Love you," Wei Ying murmurs, smiling at his husband with soft, warm adoration as his eyes close and his breathing evens out. He's completely worn out from all the wonderful sex, falling fast asleep in Lan Zhan's arms because he knows he's safe. His husband is the center of his world, and every day Wei Ying loves him more and more. He can never really be satisfied, because he will never stop wanting Lan Zhan.

[inquiryguqin]

Lan Zhan curls up with him on the bed, covering the blanket over their bodies. "Love you too. To the moon and back." He said quietly in the comforting darkness of their bedroom. A warm haze of warmth and safety washed over his body. There's a certain soreness that comes after the roughness of sex, but it's familiar. Any fears he has, he won't be afraid of what the future brings. Staying by Wei Ying's side until to the end of his last breath, he was certain of that.

One last good night kiss as Wei Ying drifts off to sleep. The love he has for Wei Ying is bright, brighter than the sun, brighter than the star. If Lan Zahn is the center of his world, that Lan Zhan shines his light to shine in his inner universe.