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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 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.

Wei Ying laughs happily as Lan Zhan's tail curls around him. It's gentle and soft, and it makes Wei Ying feel so safe to be embraced like that.

He presses closer between Lan Zhan's legs, gently winding his arms around his lover's waist so that he can hug him in return. Earning moans from Lan Zhan makes him flush happily, wiggling slightly in place with pure excitement.

Moaning again as he drags his tongue over the head of Lan Zhan's cock, licking up every droplet that spills, he finally takes Lan Zhan into his mouth. The weight of it is warm and solid against his lips, making him moan again, and he takes as much of Lan Zhan into his mouth as he comfortably can.

His own cock throbs between his legs, turned on by this act and by the feeling of having his mouth filled. He thinks that maybe Lan Zhan was right about that book, and maybe the other acts will also turn out to be this good.

Lan Zhan is going to need some self-control. As much as he wanted to embrace him and being affectionate, he has never been pleasured like this before. The more Wei Ying teases him, his member is becoming hot and swell to full mast in sie, precum leaking in a thin sheen over his length. The soft sounds of sucking. He keeps a straight face when his length disappears inside of his mouth, melting as his lover bobs up and down slowly.

" Be careful." He murmured. As he stroke through his bangs, and pet his hair, praising him. He moans quietly, "It feels very good, Wei Ying."

In time, more droplets begin to spill out as Wei Ying continues. Lan Zhan does his best to hold back his excitement, not wanting to cum.

Wei Ying whined happily as Lan Zhan petted his hair. He lifted his head, nuzzling into the touch and licking his lips before turning his head to kiss Lan Zhan’s palm. “I like the way you taste.”

Smiling brightly at his lover, Wei Ying lowered his head again, eager to continue. He wanted everything he could have of Lan Zhan, and he took him deep into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering as Lan Zhan’s cock nudged the back of his throat. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t fit the whole thing in his mouth, so he did his best with what he could reach, lapping eagerly at the precious droplets of precum.

As much as he wanted to try more things, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to taste Lan Zhan’s seed. He wanted to watch his face as he came. Moaning contentedly, he bobbed his head faster, greedy for his fox spirit.

As Wei Ying continues to bob up and down on his length, Lan Zhan's size begins to swell to full mast. He feels like he could melt in that mouth and he never wanted to end.

"Be careful. You might choke." He whispered, worried for him and his limits. He's coming closer now, feeling all the blood and adrenaline rushing, heart pounding in his ears as he's being serviced and sucked off. Lan Zhan sat perfectly still, allowing Wei Wuxian to adjust how much he could take him.

"Wei Ying…" He warns as he grasps the ponytail at the back of his head and bucks his hips forward inside of his mouth with a controlled force, not wanting to choke him. With a soft groan, his seed spilled forth, erupted with the thick liquid as he reached his climax.

Thrills skitter down Wei Ying’s spine as Lan Zhan grips his hair and thrusts his hips up, holding him in place. Lan Zhan’s seed spurts down his throat and Wei Ying pulls back instinctively, getting more of it on his tongue and some of it hitting his chin and dripping down. He recovers at the last moment, closing his mouth around the head of Lan Zhan’s cock and suckling at him, drawing out the last drops and swallowing as best he can, licking his lips but not quite able to lick up the stray drops on his chin. “Lan Zhan,” he said, looking up at him with sweet hope and wanting praise for doing a good job.

Lan Zhan squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his release in final spurts. With a long-drawn sigh of pleasure, he slowly withdraws and sees how he marks him with his essence. It's hot and sexy, seeing his sticky stuff inside of his mouth and drooling down his chin.

With a shy chuckle, he managed to tease in a low, sultry voice. "Wei Ying, my love. You're messy. I don't think it tastes that good for you. But well done."

Lan Zhan doesn't care if his robe gets messy. With one of his long sleeves, he cupped his chin and wiped his lover's face dry with much care, then gives him a sweet kiss for a taste of himself of the musky and salty scent.

Just as adventurous, tugging him to the sofa. "Shall I reward you? Let me have my turn next. Come sit in my place, so you'll know how wonderous it feels with my mouth on you as it has for me."

Wei Ying happily lifts his face to be cleaned and kissed, then climbs back into Lan Zhan’s lap to cuddle. “I like how you taste, Lan Zhan. It turned me on a lot to use my mouth on you like that.”

He feels so wonderfully spoiled and adored with Lan Zhan, and he’s increasingly pleased with his choice of agreeing to be his lover. Even though they haven’t yet tried the things in the book, Wei Ying loves touching Lan Zhan and being held. “I want to see more of your face in pleasure like that.”

Grinning happily, Wei Ying tangles his hands into Lan Zhan’s hair, curling his fingers possessively around Lan Zhan’s soft ears.

It relieves Lan Zhan to hear that he doesn't dislike it. "If it's something you like, then we should do it often." There are many things they should try in the book together.

A few sweeter kisses and cuddling each other, for that warmth as Wei Ying plays with his ears as he embraces him.

"Wei Ying, come over here and sit in my place. Let's switch."

With a bit of wriggling, Lan Zhan slides off the chair and has Wei Ying sit in his place where the warmth of his body lingers. He gives him a reverence kiss and once Wei Ying sits properly, Lan Zhan kneels on the floor and position himself between his legs, gently carressing and rubbing his inner thighs and place gentle kisses and licks on the tender skin.

Wei Ying is sorry to leave the warmth of the embrace, but his cock is aching and he is very eager for release. He wiggles down, spreading his legs wide. Blushing a little at being so exposed, he grins anyway, resting his hands in Lan Zhan’s hair so he can continue playing with his soft fox ears.

His skin is so sensitive there, especially when Lan Zhan is kissing sweetly at it like that. He sighs and moans shamelessly, fingers curling possessively around Lan Zhan’s ears. “Lan Zhan. Gege. Please. I want you. My lover.”

Lan Zhan's golden eyes is fixed on his prize as he looks up at him with reverence. With his virtuous appearance, Lan Zhan does look like a peerless beauty.

A soft, gentle groan of desire as he feels himself hard with need, aching and throbbing, but he wanted this. To taste him. "I want to ravish you, my love." He whispered with a smile. "Don't hold back." Lan Zhan shyly open his mouth and takes a tentative lick underside of the length of his shaft.

"Ah...Wei Ying, you're cute down here too. I like it when you're big and hard..."

Becoming bolder, everything becomes a blur of bliss, he took him inside of his mouth and sucks him off, alternatively lewd sucks and licks, warm and moist.