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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]

"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."

[inquiryguqin]

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.

[diditmywei]

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."

[inquiryguqin]

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.”