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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 soon decides on a restaurant. Though he is very distractible, he's also very hungry, so he quickly enough stops looking at all the vendors and picks a restaurant. Pulling Lan Zhan inside, he drops down at a table, sitting so close to Lan Zhan that he's practically in his lap, then kisses Lan Zhan's cheek and takes a more respectable seat adjacent to him at the table.

Looking over the menu, he orders a variety of dishes, practically glowing with contentment to be here and eating dinner with his husband. "I love you, master."

The warm aroma of food and spices of Yunmeng's dishes is heavy in the air as they entered the restaurant and taken their seats. It smells really good. For Lan Zhan, a man of structure and routine, for him to sit and dine with him creates as sense of security and closeness. He's becoming used to it, dining with him, sitting across him. He truly appreciates each day with his husband with a sense of contentment everyday.

When the dishes appear, Lan Zhan picks up his chopsticks, getting ready to dig into his meal. "Ah...? Huh. Ah. Well. Yes. I love you. I love you too. Very much so." Lan Zhan expression of his love for him slipped, becoming relaxed in saying the words. He is also becoming accustomed in being called master. However, he doesn't enforces it. He's trusts it's something that comes from Wei Ying's heart and freely.

"What do you think? I found your hometown charming. It's lively as my people in Gusu, I think."

"It's a little livelier than your people in Gusu," Wei Ying teases. "Everyone in Gusu is so calm and polite. Nothing like the good-natured yelling matches outside!" He grins, contented. He's glad to call Gusu his home now, though it is nostalgic to be back in Yunmeng.

"Everything is so different. Here and there I recognize a building, a shrine, a landmark stone, but these things seem out of place, as if they've been moved, because everything around them has changed."

Wei Ying feels as though he no longer belongs, which makes him feel sad. Though he knows that his place is at Lan Zhan's side and he will always choose that, it is a lonely feeling to realize that he no longer belongs in his hometown.

"Mm." Lan Zhan is pink to the tip of his ears as Wei Ying describes his people and the peaceful mountains of Gusu. "Perhaps change is good. I'm glad to see everything is rebuilt and everyone starts a new chapter in their lives. This is a very lively city."

Inwardly, Lan Zhan is also very proud of Wei Ying. "It's a part of you, Wei Ying. Your hometown. Be proud." He said. Even if Wei Ying feels like he no longer belongs here, after being married into the Lan Clan, Lan Zhan wants him to make him feel this is an important truth. Even if Wei Ying cannot remember his parents or his origins, it still important to remember where one comes from.

When dinner is gone and eaten, Lan Zhan pays the tab, and there's only the liquor and sweets left to finish off.

"You're feeling better now? If you like, I'll take you back to our room at the inn to…to make love to you. I wanted to. Only you, my husband."

Wei Ying nods, giving him a warm smile. He is proud of his hometown and his husband, and glad to be able to show Lan Zhan around. “I am feeling better. And I am proud.”

He pours the liquor for them both, excited. “You have to try a little of this, Lan Zhan, but not too much. I’m counting on you making love to me until I beg for mercy, so you can’t get drunk. But you have to try the liquor here in Yunmeng, it’s like nothing else.”

He drinks his own happily, picking at the sweets and watching Lan Zhan with a besotted grin.

"That's good." So far, so good. It has been a good trip. "Tomorrow, we'll fly kite together, I promise."

Seeing the cup of liquor, "You always wanted me to try the liquor of your hometown." He reaches over it and takes a sip, feeling the burn of the drink down his throat. "It's really strong."

But with drink, Lan Zhan is loosening up, embracing his inhibitions. Feeling giddy from the drink, his expression softens, his golden eyes molten, voice soft and slightly slurred. "I want to make love to you, Wei Wuxian. Teach you dual cultivation. Open the gates to heaven. It's not immortality, but close to you...you are divine to me. Sometimes, you're my master too."

Food gone, bills paid, and Lan Zhan reached over to grasps his sleeve to tug him along. "To our room, my dear husband. Let's go...hurry. I'm hot." His breathing is shallow, his expression in a trance as he let's go of self-restraint.

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Wei Ying grins as Lan Zhan starts saying everything he wants to do. He drinks in every word, gazing at his husband with hopeless adoration, unable to look away from Lan Zhan’s heated eyes. “Yes, please, husband.”

Once the liquor is gone and the bill is paid, Wei Ying is happy to hurry out of the restaurant with him, tugged along as they head back toward the inn. “Lan Zhan!” he laughs, because Lan Zhan is so fast and eager. “I can’t keep up, you’re too fast. You’re going to have to carry me.”

In one swift sweep, he picks up Wei Ying in his arms. All too happy to demonstrate his arms strength. His heart beats fast in his chest with excitement yet being married to him, he felt an absolute calm and trust, feeling the rush of heat at the idea of ravishing him. Golden eyes glassed over darkly.

He has taken him back to their room at the inn. Sight-seeing comes later. On the bed, he pounces on him, mouth descends on his lips, before mumbling "Love you" while undoing his robes carefully to set them aside, minding his strength that he may accidentally tear his robes off. His hands seek to touch him, roaming over his skin and back as he kisses him hungrily.

Wei Ying is thrilled to be carried, hugging his arms around his husband and murmuring in his ear. “Master, I need to have you inside me. I want you to pin me down and fuck me again and again until I’m dripping with your seed.”

He laughs happily as they hit the bed, hugging tightly to his husband and kissing him desperately. Breathless and laughing when there’s a break in the kiss, he tugs at Lan Zhan’s clothing, stripping him impatiently. “Love you, too. My husband. My master.”

Their inn room is dark and quiet, it's perfect. "Love you very much. You're my world, my treasure." Lan Zhan pins him to bed, his mouth descends on him, ravishing him with his lips and tongue, licking over his pale skin, tasting him, biting on him hungrily. "Yes…yes…" He murmured, almost hissing as he felt himself harden between his legs from the immediate wave of lust. With a laugh at his demands, "One thing at a time, I will fill you and stuff you with so much seed, my love. I'm eager as you are. I want to fuck you hard. Again and again. All night long."

Hungrily, the warm tip of his tongue tracing over his collarbone and slowly descend on his pink, rosy nipples, gently sucking on them, alternative sucks and bites. His hands rub his inner thighs, searching, seeking, slowly going upward and then took a moment to licks his palm and fingers to wet them, and then gently pressed against his cock, stroking his length and balls to warm him up properly to increase his sensitivity with good rubs and strokes.

"Want to touch you badly. This is mine."

Wei Ying writhes shamelessly for him, keening at each bite and suckle from Lan Zhan's generous mouth. He squirmed at the touch of Lan Zhan's hands wandering so slowly upward, driving him mad with need.

"Yours," he agrees, breathless and eager, writhing impatiently at Lan Zhan's touch. He's hard and aching, whining as Lan Zhan strokes him. "Please, please, master." Spreading his legs wide, Wei Ying lifts his hips up, trying to get Lan Zhan's attention lower. "Please touch me. I need to be filled. Make me your sheath, master, please."

Lan Zhan took a moment to reach into his qiankun pouch for that bottle of oil. He learns how to best prepare, especially when they're traveling and they have sex almost nightly. He opens the bottle to slick his fingers and palms with it.

"Shameless beggar..." He whispered hot and low as he continues to stroke him mercilessly. He bit on his neck the moment his oil-slick fingers enter inside of him, pumping his hole in and out to prepare him. By now, his eager body is accustomed to be used by him and used lovingly and well. Teasing his hole with fingers and deny him his cock.

"Beg for it. You sure whine like a needy slut." He whispered, getting in touch with his darker desires and talking filthy and playfully, letting go of his inhibitions, and drops his virtuous facade. "Tell me much you badly want it. Good sluts beg for their master's cock."

Wei Ying bit his lip as Lan Zhan took a moment to fetch their oil and slick his fingers with it. The sight of his fingers glistening and dripping was painfully erotic when Wei Ying knew what a promise it was and how those slick fingers would be used.

"Shameless for you," Wei Ying agreed cheerfully, then cried out as Lan Zhan's fingers pushed inside. He rutted his hips up into it, always seeking more than Lan Zhan was giving him at the moment, impatient to be able to take his husband's cock.

He whined obediently at the heated whispers in his ear, cheeks burning so hot that it almost hurt. "Please, master," he begged, whimpering with shameless longing as his husband teased him. "Please, I need you to pound me, fuck me, use me however you want, don't stop for a minute even if I beg for mercy. I'm yours. Made for you, exist only to be yours. Please, I'm ready, I can take you, please, please."

Lan Zhan is pleased to hear how much he cried out of need for him when his hips rocked against him. Hearing Wei Ying crying and begging while denying him his cock brings him satisfaction.

Pushing one finger inside, then adding a second, then slowly a third, to stretch him out, seeing how his husband cried out wantonly. The oil does well to lubricate him. Good thing, the qiankun comes in handy to pack oils and a variety of toys on the go.

"Not enough. I really long for you every minute, every day, and every night." He's teasing, of course, enjoying the slutty look on his former classmate. "But that's good. More. Louder. Beg for mercy because I certainly won't stop." There's a slight smirk because sometimes, he like to cause some slight pain and discomfort until Wei Ying is in tears and won't be able to stand it.

Of course, there's only one way to make him scream. After touching him in the only place that belongs to him along, slicken up his walls properly, with a heavy groan, he guides his length to push inside of his body, and not too gently up to the hilt, stretching him with his size, where his cock is throbbing and aching.

"Try to endure." That's his simple instruction before he starts thrusting himself fully inside of him at a slow rhythm.

"Please, master," Wei Ying kept on begging, every thought slipping from his head except desire for his husband. The fingers kept on teasing him, making him more and more desperate but not giving him what he really wanted. "Please, fill me, ravish me, I need you. I'll be such a good slut for you, please, please."

Finally those fingers withdrew from him, making Wei Ying whine with need, and then Lan Zhan was there, nudging at his entrance a moment before thrusting fully inside.

He cried out, eyes pricking with tears at the sudden intrusion. "Master," he whimpers, overwhelmed with intense pleasure as Lan Zhan stretches him. "Yes, master."

Wei Ying rocks his hips up into the thrusts, whining at how big Lan Zhan is and how mercilessly he thrusts deep inside of his body. "Ah! Master. I'm so happy to be your cockwarmer. Every day."

The sound of his whines, his cries, and tearful look on his face when he plunges his entire length inside of him is exquisite. Hearing him sweetly beg and whimper so desperately for his cock as his size stretches him out, and hearing him say filthy things can only arouse his passions more.

“This Master will fill you and ravish you until the end of your days. You’re such a good cockwarmer and a good slut. You’re my slut. You serve no one but me. You’re doing well.” Wangji isn’t used to giving praises or speak filthily like this. If he looks at his past self, he'll be shocked at his own shamelessness, but perhaps such fantasies he has for Wei Ying has been deeply buried.

Using his strength, he seeks his wrists to pin against the pillow above his head. He thrusts in and out of him, charging forward and back with hard thrusts. He loves punishing him, craving the tight hole that devours him as he ravages him over and over to make him cry out more as more than anything, he wants it all, all of him and giving him all affection.

Lan Zhan is showing more of himself as he’s buried himself deep inside of him. “You came so far since we first met. I have always wanted you... as an obedient pet. Marry you. Make you mine.” He speaks so possessively, but he loves Wei Ying, loves him so fiercely. He wouldn’t mind doing something kinky every night to keep it spicy.

Lan Zhan kisses him gently on his lips, all the kisses. “Love you, Wei Ying.” He whispered to his husband and increases his rhythm, going harder and faster, showing no sign of stopping and mercy, the sound of pounding inside of him fills the room.

Each phrase that Lan Zhan spoke to him made Wei Ying's heart glow. He felt so exquisitely loved and desired, knowing that the filthy words came from a place of absolute love. Lan Zhan had proved again and again that he would give anything for Wei Ying's happiness. Nothing could be better for Wei Ying than to surrender himself to Lan Zhan, knowing that he would be so well cared for.

When his hands were pinned, he cried out, struggling against Lan Zhan because he knew that his grip was absolutely secure and he would never escape. The fruitless struggling made his heart flutter, a feeling of total vulnerability and complete trust. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan," he murmured, whimpering with each deep, merciless thrust. It's overwhelming, those hard, fast thrusts filling him up and stretching him deeply. "Your pet, your slut. I love you, master."

Trembling as the thrusts grew faster, overwhelming him so much that he couldn't struggle anymore, Wei Ying whimpered for him, licking at Lan Zhan's lips to beg for more of those sweet kisses.

Spilling himself suddenly under this onslaught, he came with a series of whimpering little yelps, arms tugging weakly against Lan Zhan's grip as his body trembled. "Gege."

Lan Zhan never wanted him to make his escape. How he badly wanted to capture him, make him his very own and fucks his brain out until there’s no struggle, not caring if it hurts, pain and pleasure mixed. His wrists pinned to the pillow as he writhes so beautifully in the throes of passion and pleasure, grinding his hips to ride his cock. He’s much better being his cock-warmer.

He has always dreamed of burying himself inside of him, make him his own when they first met. Even if the government took control, turning people into puppets, and the world changes destroyed and rebuilt with each era, Lan Zhan’s love and passion for him never change. His happiness and pleasure matter, doing his best.

Eventually, his orgasm crashed over as he climaxes inside of him. “Wei Ying…” He cried softly, voice strained with desperate passion when Wei Ying whispered his promises to him.

Even after he cums, he’s not letting him go. He pins him down, locks his cock inside of him to keep the cum plugged inside, even after his body is being fucked and kissed mercilessly.

He only licks his lips as lessens his grip on his wrists, golden eyes predatory and glassed over with lust, wanting to bite him to leave marks on his pale skin. “Had enough…?” He’s waiting to see if he surrenders. “Or if you’re thirsty, I’ll fuck you some more.”

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