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It was really the most pleasant cursed and haunted forest Wei Wuxian had ever visited.

He swung his flute by his hip as he walked, relishing the pleasure of the warm sunshine dappled through the leaves. Birds and squirrels moved through the upper branches, seeming to be unbothered by the supposed legendary beast that stalked the forest.

In the village, the waiter at the inn had told him that everyone in the region feared the ancient forest, which was the home of a ravenous beast. It was a gigantic monster, twenty feet tall and covered in spikes, and it regularly stole and ate both babies and virgins. (Of course, the waiter didn't know anyone personally who had been eaten, but his cousin's mother-in-law had it on very good authority.) Even renowned cultivators who had come to vanquish the beast had been driven away or never been seen again.

Wei Wuxian had thanked the waiter and then made his way straight to the monster's forest. So far, no monsters. No people, either. Just a nice, quiet forest stroll up the slope of the mountainside.

After Wei Wuxian had walked for an hour or so without seeing anything but gentle wild animals, he caught a glimpse of a rooftop through the trees. It was a pagoda rooftop like a temple, carved of pale and delicate stone that looked like jade, though the expense of jade on a rooftop was unimaginable. Wei Wuxian guessed that this was the retreat of some reclusive cultivator who did not wish to be disturbed by the petty bumbling of common folk, and that was why they had created the rumors.

It would have been polite, he supposed, to go away at that point. He was not invited. But he was very curious, and the glimpse he had of the rooftop made him curious. As he climbed further, he found a wall and followed it for some time without finding a gate.

His curiosity was greater than his caution. Climbing the wall, he swung up over the top of it and dropped into the mysterious castle complex.

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Being a fox, he sees Wei Ying doesn't fear him or at least be at all the upset and screaming in terror. He is in fact, smiling and happy to see him again. He thought he'll be running away by now, heading for the hills, grabbing that promised horse outside and will tell wild tales of his one night stay in a mysterious castle.

Seeing he still remains and wanted to stay, golden eyes gazing fixed and almost with a yearning look for his company, for he found this human warm radiating from him. "...Mn." So he bends over, willingly lets Wei Ying to reach for his ears and pets him as his ears are pointy with tuffs of white fair against his black hair.

While he was bowing, "Dinner is being served in the dining room, Wei Ying. Liquor for you. It's called Emperor Smiles." He said, still polite, perhaps stiffly so, and then offers his hand to take his.

Wei Ying gladly took the opportunity to ruffle his ears, enjoying how someone as elegant and proper as Lan Wangji could look so silly when his ears were played with. Letting go after a moment, Wei Ying accepted the hand he was offered so that they could go to the dining room. "You're going to spoil me, Lan Zhan," he flirted. "Dinner and liquor, and good company. Are you trying to make sure that I never want to leave? It's working."

He gasped and remarked with awe as he saw the dinner, letting go of Lan Zhan's hand and going forward to the table so that he could admire all the dishes. Sitting down, he helped himself at once, making noises of pleasure as he tasted the delicious food and liquor. "Ah, Lan Zhan! You really are an excellent cook, and this liquor is the best I have ever tasted."

It finally dawn upon Lan Zhan that in order to warm Wei Ying up to him, he must be in his fox form or appearing as a outworldly human, he must have his fox ears and tail out, so that Wei Ying can pet him as much as he likes. While he's certainly not a pet, but perhaps his softness and tenderness that is most pleasing to him.

He made up his mind if he could gently convince Wei Ying to be his mate, but must do so slowly. "I want you to stay with me." He answered, as he takes his hand to lead him the way to the dining room, where the room is warm with glowing candlelight. On the banquet, a feast fit for the imperial nobles awaits him. Just like the night before and just as grand.

He sat next to him. Pours liquor in his cup whenever he wishes for a drink. As Wei Ying dine and feasted, Lan Zhan summons his guqin and the instrument appears in a flash of blue light with just a wave of his hand. Each time his slender fingers pluck a string, a note vibrates as he entertains him with his song, hoping he finds his music pleasing.

"This is the song of rain falling in spring. I composed this myself when I find the rain refreshing."

All this care and generosity is like nothing Wei Ying has ever experienced before. Though his shijie was always kind and generous, taking care of him, she was always limited by what she could do without their parents noticing, and she was always careful never to show favoritism between him and Jiang Cheng. Lan Zhan has no such limitations to his generosity, and there is no one to compete for his attention.

He eats gratefully, enjoying the exquisite food and drink, and Lan Zhan plays music for him, which is so lovely that it makes Wei Ying's heart ache.

Lan Zhan wants him as a lover, and in the face of all this food and the delicious liquor, with Lan Zhan close to him playing the guqin to please him, Wei Ying is sorely tempted. He can stay here. He can have this all the time. A beautiful immortal wants to court him.

"Drink with me, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying coaxes, once the song has finished.

Turning to him, he wants to eat and drink, sharing the bountiful food. All of this attention being lavished on him to court him and to spark his desires, fulfilling his every needs.

"Mn." He reaches over to have a drink with him. One cup becomes two, then three, then becomes a whole jar gone. Eating and drinking the night away with such merriment. Until belly becomes heavy and full with food and drinks.

Attempting again as the first time he failed, Lan Zhan reaches out for him, arms encircle around Wei Ying and he nuzzles against his jawline, ears in submission as his puff tails sway lazily, inviting Wei Ying to pet and touch.

"...Pet me?" He murmured, voice inviting him to play with him as he never played with a human-like this before and the pets and touches from before actually felt quite nice, that he wondered if Wei Ying is wiling to stroke his ears and tail again.

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Wei Ying has been drinking heavily, so he’s already a little off-balance as Lan Zhan reaches for him. He leans into Lan Zhan’s chest, slightly bewildered as to how he got here. It doesn’t seem like a problem, though. Lan Zhan is warm and soft, so why shouldn’t they cuddle a bit if it feels nice? He relaxes into Lan Zhan’s arms, reaching up to play gently with his soft ears, running them between his fingers and massaging gently at the delicate skin. After a minute, he realizes that Lan Zhan is looking at him, and their faces are very close as he does this. It would be very easy to kiss him again.

Blushing, he ducked his head, nuzzling at Lan Zhan’s shoulder, and started petting at the soft tail in his lap, hugging it and then methodically smoothing all the fur as though he’d mussed it with the hug.

Lan Zhan continues to hold him in his arms, nuzzling on his jawline skin to skin as Wei Ying pets his ears and tails, feeling the softness and warmth of the tail. Holding Wei Ying close to his chest where his heart is beating, which brings Lan Zhan peace and serenity, but not kissing him yet.

Noticing Wei Ying is heavy and inebriated with drink, Lan Zhan needs to lead him to the bed where they can be comfortable. "...You drank a lot. You need to rest."

The next moment, he lifted Wei Ying up in his arms easily as if he's a lightweight, carrying him bridal style to carry him out of the dining room and into the halls. "To your bedroom." He explains.

Wei Ying squawks with surprise as he is lifted, but after blinking a few times, he decides this is nice. Lan Zhan carries him so easily, which makes sense because he’s a deity of some level, and Wei Ying feels even more pampered.

The day had been so very unexpected. Wei Wuxian had started the day merely hoping to be allowed to stay and explore a little longer, and now he had swayed the heart of a beautiful and generous immortal. Travel, food, and luxury was all his for the asking.

But it wasn’t entirely without conditions, and Wei Wuxian did not want to unfairly take advantage.

“Lan Zhan.” He rested his hand over Lan Wangji’s heart. “Will you give me a few days to get used to the idea of being your lover?”

At first, Lan Zhan didn't answer, since he is quite drunk himself. "..." Lan Zhan has taken him to one of the bedrooms and gently lay him on the bed, pulling the blanket aside, and over him to keep warm.

He yawns drowsily, heavy with drink and sleep. All of his tails unfurled and with a lazy swish and sway, he curls up against him on the bed if only to catch and inhale his scent, and hugs him tightly, tails lazily curl around and tucked between his legs.

The fox immortal is now enamored with him. "Lover...? Lover. Few days...? Days." Taking the hand on his heart, he kisses it, a gentleman type of kiss.

"I like you." He whispered sleepily close to his ear as he nuzzles him.

Wei Ying is hopelessly charmed by this sweet, gentle, beautiful man. Cuddling gladly into Lan Zhan’s arms, he enjoys being held. It’s hard to mind when Lan Zhan is so warm and protective and smells so good. Petting the tails, he smooths them over himself like a blanket, trying to wrap himself up in Lan Zhan as much as possible. He barely knows his host, after a single day’s acquaintance, but he wants to stay and to be close to him. “I like you, too, Lan Zhan.”

Likewise, Lan Zhan is charmed by this handsome boy who deserved to be treated and pampered by him every day if he could help it. He finds his lithe body soft to hold as he curls up with him as his long tails curls and hugs around him with such a gentle softness, keeping him warm.

Though he dare not kiss him again unless it's wanted. Lan Zhan wanted to prove he's a gentleman where he's more interested in him and not just after his body. So Lan Zhan allows him to pet him, keeping him warm for the night, wrapping him up protectively like a promise.

However, when it comes to love, that's something he cannot press until one day Wei Ying comes to love him on his own.

"Mn. Sleep. Rest. No bad dreams may follow you here. Tomorrow, we'll read books in the library again."

"I'd like that, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying murmured. He sighed once, then drifted off to sleep, cozy and safe in Lan Zhan's arms and feeling cherished in a way that he never had in his life.

It still seemed almost too good to be true, that such a beautiful and gentle immortal would be charmed by him, but Wei Ying had never been one to resist temptation, and he felt confident that he could get himself out of trouble if he needed to. Lan Zhan seemed earnest and trustworthy, and Wei Ying wanted to trust him. He wanted to be courted by him, and, maybe, to be his lover. "Lan Zhan," he murmured again, already half asleep. "What are you, really? A fox spirit, or a deity?"

Lan Zhan is curled up with him, keeping him warm with his body and tails. Stroking through his hair, decide to tell him a bit about himself. Smiling and flirting him as he sleeps.

"I'm a fox fairy, Wei Ying. A húli jīng. A fox spirit. My clan is a fox village in Cloud Recesses. However no humans have ever step foot in the village unless they married into the clan. I suppose I'm equal to a local deity of the forest, but my powers aren't the same as an immortal or celestial. I couldn't defeat a dragon if I tried. I am mostly content in studying the art of cultivation and tending to my garden and the forests here."

Slender fingers slide through Wei Ying's long locks of hair and bangs, twirling his fingers around his hair, admiring his handsomeness and even the downy eyelashes. "When a human falls in love with a húli jīng, a huli jing can hear their thoughts and wishes even if they're apart."

Lan Zhan place a hand on Wei Ying's heart. "I feel your wishes here, Wei Ying."

Wei Ying made a content, sleepy noise, nuzzling at the underside of Lan Zhan's jaw and pressing a soft kiss there. He lifted his head just a little to see Lan Zhan's face. "Lan Zhan, how old are you? Are you immortal?"

Lan Zhan's pristine beauty was so soft and welcoming when he was being affectionate like this. Wei Ying yawned, resisting the pull of sleep. He traced Lan Zhan's soft lips with his fingertip, thinking about the earlier kiss.

Lan Zhan makes a hum of pleasure. "I'm nearing two hundred years old. Which equals to twenty years old. However, if I am truly immortal, then I do not know. I can potentially die someday just like you...but perhaps I will outlive you and I will still look like this."

Lan Zhan nuzzles on his hand, wanting to kiss him, and then playfully nips on his finger tips. He finds Wei Ying very attractive in a rustic way. His accent and his lively expression, the brightness in his eyes.

Then he smiles, flirting with him, leaning forward and is about to kiss him, but teasing him and whispers in his ear. "Wei Ying, be careful if you choose to stay with me. I will make you my lover. If you want a kiss, I will kiss you. You just need to ask. The more I kiss you, the more I want you and give you the world. Want you. All of you."

Wei Ying blushes and smiles at the teasing, ducking his head a little with shy pleasure. His arms slip up around Lan Zhan's neck, hugging close to him. "Lan Zhan," Wei Ying murmured. The more Lan Zhan did and said, the more Wei Ying ached with desire for him. He wanted that kiss, and trying to deny it just made him yearn all the more.

"Lan Zhan, how many lovers have you had before?" he asked, wanting information before he let himself be lost in this feeling. If he would grow old while Lan Zhan stayed young, then it seemed likely that Lan Zhan had already had a dozen lovers before, discarding them once they started to wither, and he would just be one of those many.

Lan Zhan finds his question very sweet. "No one. I didn't want any." He answered. "I resolve to study in seclusion. I read a lot of ballads and romantic poetry, written by the ancients, so I imagined what my first lover will be like. You just happened to barge in my castle and I fancy you very much. You are very beautiful and warm." With a soft laugh, teasing "You want to become my prisoner too?"

If Wei Ying is becoming lost in the feeling, he's encouraging him. Slender fingers twirl around his hair while gazing into his eyes and feeling the pull toward his desire, calling to him. He held his gaze for a few moments, "..." he figured Wei Ying isn't going to ask. He can feel his yearnings and aches. He doesn't need to too. He leans forward to kiss him softly, claiming his mouth with his lips.

"What do you mean, prisoner!" Wei Ying asks, though somehow there's not any real objection in the question. It isn't as if he wants to leave, and Lan Zhan has so far been very attentive to his desires and comfort, so he can't imagine that being Lan Zhan's prisoner could possibly be a bad thing, as long as he's allowed to visit his family eventually.

This time, he didn't even hesitate before responding to the kiss. Shifting against Lan Zhan, he kissed back tentatively, exploring this new experience with interest. His kiss was soft and gentle, yielding to Lan Zhan's lead because he wanted to know where it would go.

"Mn. Mine." He whispered during the kiss, soft, gentle, warm, not demanding. He encircled his arms around him to keep him close. "Want only you."

When the kiss ended, "You're very sweet, Wei Ying." He said, obviously very delighted with him. The day ended as the night descended, holding Wei Ying in his arms. Satisfied, his eyes closed as he finds himself drifting off to sleep, but slowly drifting if there is anything Wei Ying wants to talk about. The only sound is the soft breathing.

"Wei Ying, rest. It's past nine."

"That's still early," Wei Ying insists, but he's also sleepy and so very content. He feels warm and safe, and his lips are tingling from the kiss.

He admires his lover the fox fairy, and his resistance is slipping away quickly as he gets to know Lan Zhan. His host is so sweet and very cute, and Wei Ying is excited to spend another day in his company. "Lan Zhan," he murmured once again, relaxing into the security of being held and falling fast asleep in Lan Zhan's strong arms.

For the fox fairy, a day turns into a week, and their time together seems to blink in an eye, almost like paradise. He truly treasured Wei Ying as his friend and companion, and grow more enamored and fond of him for each day he stayed. He flirts with him, woos him by sharing his meals, teaches him secrets of his garden and knowledge of his library, teases him with his kisses, nips, and nibbles where his lips can find him and sharing a warm bed with him in his den, sometimes in his fox form or his gentleman fox form. So much pampering that he wants to keep Wei Ying and have him stay in his home, his castle.

One day, in the library, Lan Zhan is shy sharing a certain book with him. "Read this, Wei Ying. You might like it." Which turns out to be a book of erotic paintings of both men and women, men and men, and even woman with a woman showing in different positions and kinks. A feast of sexual fantasies for the eyes.

Very shyly, but curious about his reaction. "I want to...to share this book with you. If there is anything that caught your fancy."

The days slip away from Wei Wuxian almost without him noticing. Every day is filled with new things to learn and explore, and Lan Zhan is constantly by his side, flirting with him and stealing kisses. They run through the garden together, chasing back and forth and exchanging kisses when one of them is caught. Wei Wuxian lounges in the garden, eating the rare fruits and enjoying the warmth of the sun, and spends long hours in the library studying rare texts.

When Lan Zhan offers him a book, Wei Ying takes it without hesitation, flipping it open at once and then blinking as he realizes that Lan Zhan has handed him pornography. Despite Lan Zhan's flirtatiousness and kissing, they haven't done anything sexual, and Wei Ying has almost forgotten that he's supposed to be taking a few days to decide whether he wants Lan Zhan as a lover.

Nie HuaiSang has lent him pornography before, and Wei Ying has enjoyed it without ever giving it much thought. But as he flips through this book, he sees same-sex couples touching each other and exchanging intimate kisses. That's interesting as well, but not terribly surprising, until he turns a page and sees an act that he doesn't know about and has never considered. He blinks, staring at it and then tilting the page to see it from a different angle, but the act remains the same.

Until now, Wei Ying's attitude toward the book has mostly been idle curiosity, but the page of the man putting his phallus inside another man's anus has him bewildered. He knows about cut-sleeves, but he thought that they mostly used hands and mouths. This seems extreme. He continues on a bit more warily, cheeks starting to flush as he sees paintings of bondage and sex toys, and he admires the cleverness of the woman who has strapped a carven phallus in front of her, though there's another woman using a carven phallus to penetrate a man, and then the page beyond that is two men again, one deeply penetrating the other.

"Lan Zhan," he objects at last, having come to the end of what his mind can comfortably allow. He needs answers. "What is this? Surely this act cannot be pleasant for either participant."

The last few days have been like a dream. He allows his fox instincts to take over, as this week with the upcoming moon, the mood is stronger. Chasing him all over his garden, stealing kisses and close contact, many thoughts are unspoken racing through his mind, even though he never properly voiced them as he kept a calm expression. Acting upon his dream, he hoped the book will give him some ideas for the upcoming full moon where he plans to ask him properly for a special night-hunt and hopefully then, Wei Ying reached his decision as Lan Zhan believes it takes patience and time.

In reaction, Lan Zhan froze for a few moments, realizing what he has offered and done. The dream has shattered and fear gripes over him. He looks away for a few moments, and then quickly, perhaps more angry at himself and feeling a bit of shame, snatched the book away while Wei Ying is in the middle of reading it.

"I do not know. I have never tried." He answered truthfully, though instinctively his tail slightly curls between his legs, ears slightly downward as he holds the book tightly. "..."

Suddenly the book is snatched from him, and Lan Zhan is looking ashamed and unhappy.

Confused about how this has happened and immediately wanting to comfort his friend, Wei Ying rises and moves toward him. He wants to step into Lan Zhan's arms again and be held, but the book is between them and Lan Zhan is holding it tightly instead of him. Wei Ying doesn't want to spook or upset him any more.

"Lan Zhan, wait, come back," he coaxes, pouting sadly about having the book snatched away. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. Please. Don't be angry. Kiss me. I want to see."

The images in the book still leave him confused and uncertain, but now he understands that Lan Zhan has never tried them either. His long-lived fox fairy is innocent and inexperienced, and he's been looking at books like this as his only information about the act of love.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying murmurs, reaching up to gently tweak one of his soft ears. "Hug me."

Lan Zhan visibly relaxed as he coaxed him out of it, less tense, his tails relaxed and his ears perked up.

"Mn..." It was almost a fox-like whine as he looks at Wei Ying with delight and pleasure. "Kiss you. Hug you." Immediately he did that, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and then slowly relented and gives him the book back. Each request appeals to his foxy nature as his tails swish sideways and he encircles his arms around him into a warm embrace, hugging his frame close to his body and feel a flush of pleasure, hands idly brushed along his waist. He breathes in Wei Ying's scent, becoming familiar.

"I'm not angry. It just this book..." Gathering words to explain. His heart racing and fluttering. "The moon is coming soon. At the end of the week. If you want to be my lover, then this book shows how..." He nips on his shoulders, wanting to bite him. Each day the sight of Wei Ying has him aroused. "You make my heart racing whenever I see you, Wei Ying."