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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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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."

Wei Ying felt better once Lan Zhan's arms were around him, holding him tight. As Lan Zhan's arms go around him, Wei Ying takes possession of the book, holding it with one arm against his chest while his other arm curls around Lan Zhan's neck, encouraging him to continue the gentle touches and kisses.

Nuzzling at him in return, Wei Ying feels calm again to know that Lan Zhan is not angry and they can continue touching and cuddling. But he's confused by the explanation, which gives him even more questions.

"Sit," he insists, pushing gently at Lan Zhan to urge him toward the nearest couch. Once Lan Zhan sits, Wei Ying settles on his lap. He puts the book within reach. They can come back to that once he has answers for this new deadline of the moon at the end of the week.

Resting his arms on Lan Zhan's chest, Wei Ying plays with Lan Zhan's ears, trying to calm them both down. "What do you mean, Lan Zhan? What moon? What happens at the end of the week?"

Lan Zhan obediently sits on one of the sofas, his tail curled around his hip. With Wei Ying in his arms and sitting on his lap. His senses become heighten and he can smell Wei Ying and his scent. Wei Ying's weight and the scent of his body like spice and wine feel warm and good to hold. He nuzzles on his nape, his lips pressed on his skin as his arms encircle around him, holding him cose.

His expression remains stoic or appears so, he's resisting the ache and longing day after day. He's giving him plenty of time and chances in case he protests. A horse waits to take him back home if he desires to leave, but Lan Zhan didn't have the heart to let him go, wanting him to stay and be near him, and give him everything he needs. The pets to the ears and touches calm him down, but the fire and ache in his belly will not subside and the fire for Wei Ying cannot be quenched.

"Wei Ying. The full moon is coming in three days." He explains. "I'll be powerful under the moonlight. Flowers and fruits grow and bloom. I cast a divination for that day. The weather will be good. It's will be a good night to mate as those two males do in the book. We mate on that day and the heavens will see you're my love."

But then somber, ready for heartbreak. "If you refuse and decline, then you may go home. Heavens will find you another love." Lan Zhan wanted to do the right thing, giving Wei Ying a chance and choice to decide for himself.

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Wei Ying felt shy and uncertain about the things in the books, and he was aware that he had only known Lan Zhan for a few days. He's a powerful spirit, much older than Wei Ying, and there is so much that Wei Ying does not know about Lan Zhan and his intentions.

And yet Lan Zhan has been so generous and sweet to him. Wei Ying wants more than anything else to go on like this, being cared for by Lan Zhan, playing with him and exchanging kisses. He is deeply fond of Lan Zhan, and he wants to have the life that Lan Zhan has promised him. Travel, food, liquor, and always Lan Zhan by his side, eager to give him anything he asks for.

"I'm willing to try, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying decides. He's worried that it will be painful, uncomfortable, or messy, but this is obviously something important to Lan Zhan. So Wei Ying will try to endure it, if it's not too awful. "I want to be your lover."

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At that, Lan Zhan brightens up considerably at his declaration. He has wondered if Wei Ying has truly mean it? He thinks he likes everything he has given him so far. Food, shelter, comfort, knowledge from his library, a home, the world...he has been wooing and taking a fancy to him as a mate.

Of course, Wei Ying is a male meaning no kits shall be born from this union. A sad fact. But he has figured out another way to surpass that in lieu of children. To teach him cultivation and eventually with mentorship, Wei Ying will become like him of kin. There's a magical fruit he grows that can turn him into a fox servant to extend his life to near immortality and increase his spiritual powers. Live enough to adopt children down the line if that's a path. But he needs time. Patience and training.

"Try...? Wei Ying, do you like being here with me? Being my lover means living here in my home, my den. Become my lover and eventually we get married and this shall be your home."

"I didn't mean 'try' being your lover," Wei Ying says, smiling a little as he watches the hope in Lan Zhan's face. He taps Lan Zhan's nose, then kisses the tip of it. "I want to be your lover. I like being with you. I like being held by you and kissing you. I like it when you cook for me, and when you chase me, and when you keep me warm at night. I meant... I meant try the things in the book."

Nervous but certain, Wei Ying cups Lan Zhan's face in his hands. He tries not to feel as though he is giving away his soul to someone who might decide to eat it. "I want to live with you and be your lover. I will try the things in the book, if you want that."

Lan Zhan listens to him intently. "Cook for you. Chase you. Hold you. Kissing you. Be with you. Keep you warm. That's what my love for you." He whispers with delight.

"Oh...? Oh." Sheepish. "The couples in the book. That's also love, I think. Being together. Do you ever feel it? The itch and need between your legs? When I'm close to you, even now, I want to...touch. Need. But I can't." His breath is heavy, pink at tip of the ears when he becomes honest about his lust.

Lan Zhan has difficulty bring the subject of sex and the pleasure it brings. Up until now, he has been pleasuring himself for the last few days just to stave his mind off his heat and need. But he wouldn't dare touch Wei Ying like that way other than kisses and hugs, as he figured loving Wei Ying that way until he's ready. Humans are fragile and he sees Wei Ying as someone sacred.

"I'm not busy now." He said, shy from all the touches and kisses Wei Ying gives him. "Can we try now...?" He asked, though he remains sitting, unmoving unless Wei Ying gives him permission.

"We can try now." Wei Ying shifts on his lap, moving to straddle Lan Zhan. Blushing shyly, he tugged at the belt on Lan Zhan's robes, untying it. His breath and pulse quickened with nerves as he opened his robes. He trusted Lan Zhan, despite how little they knew each other, and he believed that Lan Zhan wouldn't hurt him.

"Lan Zhan, will you be gentle?" Wei Ying asked, as he untied the knot on his own belt. He tugged it free, then pulled open his outer robes so that they slid down off his shoulders.

Being straddled to the sofa, his robes unraveled to reveal a chiseled chest, pale jade-like skin of beauty and perfection. Practicing cultivation to keep his body well-muscled and in good shape.

Lan Zhan wanted Wei Ying in body, heart, and soul. "Gentle." He murmured as they both undressed, letting the robes fall. His golden eyes don't leave him as he cups his cheeks, looking at him lovingly and kisses him, warm and gentle, passionate as he captured his lips. "Gentle with you."

Wei Ying stared at the sight of him, not looking away politely the way he did when Lan Zhan changed back from his fox form. He was allowed to look now. They were lovers, and Lan Zhan was breathtaking.

Awed by him, Wei Ying ran gentle fingertips over his chest and shoulders, admiring, until Lan Zhan cups his cheeks and reclaims his attention. Smiling at the way Lan Zhan looks at him, Wei Ying presses forward into the kiss, sliding his arms up around Lan Zhan's shoulders to hug him as they kiss. He wants Lan Zhan, he's certain of that. Even though he's still nervous about what making love will involve, he wants to be with Lan Zhan.

"I want you," Wei Ying murmurs against his lips, smiling at him when the kiss breaks for a moment. He pushes his own robes further open, baring his skin to the waist, leaving only the red pants that cover his legs. "Lan Wangji. Lan Zhan. My lover."

Lan Zhan was a little shy at first, also nervous. His pale skin, smooth and cool to touch begin to grow warm. Sharing himself, but looking at Wei Ying and he's very certain, that his love and bond to him grows deeper and deeper by the day. Each day, the flame in his heart grows bright for him, a fire that cannot be quenched as the fantasies in his mind begin to unraveled.

Small kisses at first. Lan Zhan eyes closed, wanting to feel the full of his lips. Each kiss is passionate and sweet. He moans softly as Wei Ying speaks the truth, the truth in his heart for him.

Golden eyes, half-lidded. "Mm...want you." Mouth parted, open slightly, welcoming him, melting, tongues sliding forward to curl around his tentatively in the kiss. " Ah..." His heat spark as his cock begin to twitch, aching and throbbing, growing erect. There's only his white pants on left.

He shifted slightly, squeezing his legs together. Hands trembling, sliding over his back as Wei Ying embraces him.

Wei Ying presses close as they kiss, and he can feel Lan Zhan growing hard beneath him. His cheeks flame with nerves and pleasure, knowing that Lan Zhan desires him and thinking of what Lan Zhan wishes to do with him.

Between kisses, Wei Ying licks his lips, gazing down at Lan Zhan's bare chest. He's flawless, and Wei Ying's heart aches with longing at the sight of him.

Skimming gentle fingers over Lan Zhan's chest, he explores the slopes and planes of his muscles, lingering over his nipples with gentle, playful flicks. "Lan Zhan," he breathes, awed by his beauty. He dips his head, pressing kisses along Lan Zhan's bare shoulder and then trying a few playful nips which soon become a little harder and more possessive.

Lan Zhan's eyes flutter closed, savoring the feel of his fingers and lips from him. Enjoying the gentle touches to his skin. He lets Wei Ying explores as his body warms up. He nearly hisses with arousal as each kiss from him spark his heat, sharp and sweet. The need to become closer to him becomes demanding and more carnal as he feels the pressure. His hand slides between his legs, feeling the itch, pressing against his erection, rubbing through the fabric of his pants, and stroking for relief.

The sofa chair is too stiff, not enough space for comfort. So Lan Zhan gently places a hand on his shoulder to stop him, golden eyes watch him with anticipation. How handsome Wei Ying is and how he longs for his passions with him to be recognized. "Wei Ying. Let's go to the room. A bedroom. There's one down the hall. It will be more comfortable on the bed..." He whispered softly, voice low and sweet.

He nuzzled on the side of his cheek, planting sweet kisses on his neck to feel his pulse. "Let's go there and we can continue..."

Wei Ying's attention is drawn to where Lan Zhan touches himself, and he instantly wants to touch also. Lan Zhan's desire fascinates him, and he loves seeing the pleasure ripple in subtle waves across Lan Zhan's face and the not-so-subtle intensity in his molten eyes. His hand touches Lan Zhan's, caressing with him and feeling the hot, hard length beneath the fabric.

"Bed," Wei Ying agrees, giving Lan Zhan's length a squeeze, but he keeps kissing up Lan Zhan's neck and shoulder instead of getting up. He wants to go to the bed so they can do more, but he doesn't want to stop for a moment. "Lan Zhan, I want to use my mouth on you, like in the book. I want to taste you. Is that okay?" He licks a stripe up the side of Lan Zhan's neck, keening at the thought of doing the same up the side of Lan Zhan's cock.

It's not the full moon yet, yet the need is getting stronger, and it's becoming a torment. The heat can be a pain, as his ache and throbbing become worse. He's becoming fox-like, as he whines softly, unbecoming his usual stoic and stern.

"Mm..." He moans as Wei Ying touches him, squeezing him, and he becomes hardened by his touch, his cock, and ache, yearning for attention. His scent becomes heavier as he swishes his tail happily. "Bed."

Lan Zhan is about to reach for him too, wanting to touch him, and then at his question, tilting his head and shivered when Wei Ying licks his throat. "Like in the book? If you want to. Now?"

He just needs to remove his pants first, and there it was, a very hard, erect cock. Glistening with a thin coat of pre-cum and in need of attention.

Wei Ying does want to, and so he wiggles out of Lan Zhan's embrace, sliding down to kneel on the floor in front of him. He draws down the pristine white pants that are the last layer beneath Lan Zhan's robes, eyes widening at the sight of Lan Zhan's cock. It's beautiful and elegant in a way that Wei Ying's never really thought about before. He's seen naked men before, mostly other Jiang clan juniors in baths or ponds, but he's never looked twice at the pink, flaccid cocks of his peers. He was never drawn to their bodies the way he's drawn to Lan Zhan.

Not giving himself any chance to hesitate, Wei Ying leans forward and licks the droplets of pre-come from the head of Lan Zhan's cock. His pink cheeks immediately flush red and he moans, surprised by how much he likes the taste and how much he loves using his mouth on Lan Zhan. Eager for him, he kisses and licks at Lan Zhan, lapping up all of the slick pre-come and tracing the lines and veins of Lan Zhan's cock with his tongue.

Lan Zhan whines softly, wanting to remain in the embrace. His breathing hitches, shallow as it's becoming even and steady and he becomes sure of him. His cock is smooth and erect, throbbing and aching. It's perfectly shaped and long in length and size. When Wei Ying starts licking at him, warm and hot, he becomes harder in response, every nerve become sensitive. Precum leaks, thin coating over the length, giving his unique taste. The heat ignites his pheromones, his unique scent that smells woodsy, lightly floral, and warm.

His tail curled around his waist. "Mm." He moans appreciatively, as he pets through his mate's hair, and sit back. The kisses and licks make his toe curl as his cock curved upward, aching for his attention.