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When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold

Wei Wuxian had gotten reckless with his scouting.

For a long time, he had always scouted with Jiang Cheng, or with a group of junior cultivators from Lotus Cove. But in recent years, Jiang Cheng had more and more often been invited to war councils and meetings with the seniors of his clan, while Wei Wuxian was left out. Jiang Cheng excluded him more and more, and then scolded him for not taking thing seriously. It stung Wei Wuxian's pride, but he did his best not to complain. If he was not wanted in Lotus Cove, and not wanted in the war councils, he would stick to what he was good at.

Scouting alone was easy for him. He was strong enough to easily handle just about any small group of scouts from Gusu, and larger groups were easy to spot. Even most senior cultivators he could handle one-on-one, and it was unlikely that he would run into more than one senior cultivator as long as he stayed on the Yunmeng side of the boundary.

He knew very little about Gusu. Once, the two clans had been very close, until an ancestor from the Jiang clan tried to conquer Gusu. The army seized a province and then was beaten back. They advanced a little further, retreated, advanced again, retreated further, and the new boundaries were established in that way. Varying, contested, violent. No one could agree any longer where the boundaries lay, and the confusion only led to more conflict.

So Wei Wuxian should probably not have been surprised when he came out of a thick section of woods into a little clearing and a small group of cultivators was there. The juniors startled to see him, quickly seizing bows to aim at him. Wei Wuxian had his own bow, and he had an arrow notched just as quickly, but there were two of them and only one of him, and another cultivator stood just behind them. He looked older than the two with the bows, perhaps twenty or so, same as Wei Wuxian.

This one seemed somewhat familiar. He was high-ranking, a member of the Lan family, and Wei Wuxian thought that they might have crossed blades once or twice. They had been evenly matched, which made it a problem that now he had backup while Wei Wuxian had none.

Giving the group a nervous smile, Wei Wuxian carefully lowered his arrow. He wouldn't be able to kill more than one of them, and if they attacked in earnest, he would almost certainly die. Better to yield the fight and hope they'd let him go. If they didn't recognize him, they might let him go, and they might kill him. If they did recognize him, they might realize that he was a valuable political prisoner. He hoped they wouldn't recognize him.

"Ahh, I've taken a wrong turn!" he exclaimed, pulling a despairing face and looking around himself. "Is it this way to Wuluo?"

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The cosmic joke is on him then, realized he's been sassed at. Lan Zhan simply stared at him, such a rude Yungmeng man. He sees the humor though. He won't let this rude Yungmeng gentleman win this war of wits with him. He sees this as a challenge. Lan Zhan will win and that excites his passion further. He doesn't know what he wins, but he's more stirred by his intelligence.

"You think you're so smart." Wordlessly he left, leaving him behind, and came back a few moments with a sheet and a spare robe to give him.

"The waterfall is behind the house, a few yards if you walk straight south. Even a child or the village idiot can find it." He said, giving him instructions and directions. He won't be able to stay much longer though as Lan Zhan plans to go to the waterfall that is in the opposite direction to cool off his heat and his desires.

For once, Wei Ying has the sense to keep his mouth shut. He gives another little bow in thanks, and gets up to take the sheet and the spare robe. Even though he's still shaky on his feet, at least there are no more mountains to walk and he had a minute to rest. He can manage a few yards.

Heading for the waterfall, Wei Ying is already starting to shiver as he removes his outer robe and boots. He digs his bare toes into the mossy earth around the pool, steeling himself as he takes off his inner robe. The cold air is unendurable enough, but he wants to wash. At least he no longer feels like he's overheating.

He whines a little to himself as he gets into the pool, but with no audience he doesn't bother with complaining aloud.

There isn't anyone around to hear him, so Wei Ying is blessed to have some privacy. In the meanwhile, Lan Wangji went to have his bath for a long time in another waterfall. Seeing his reflection on the pool's surface and the fox tattoo on his forearm, he gingerly touched his tattoo on his skin.

There's a touch of sincere regret for his mistreatment and cruel words toward that Yunmeng boy. Having second thoughts, perhaps motivated by guilt and shame, seeing the tattoo on his forearm, he's more unsettled that the tattoo felt alive to him, more alive than it ever has been. For the first time, it burns and itches, almost prickly and it happened when they first met and make that brief contact. This feeling is significant and it's a sign he can't ignore.

Lan Wangji doesn't want to have false hopes. Yet, his change of demeanor is based on taking a chance and earning back that boy's trust. He got dressed, went to look for him. Once he located him, he did the next surprising act.

While Wei Ying is taking his bathe, Lan Zhan, keeping his distance within an earshot so he can hear him.

"You...you maybe our enemy but at the very least, while you're here, you shall have dinner as my guest for the lunar new year celebrations which is tonight." After all Wei Ying is far away from his family and on a holiday like this one, families gather together for the occasion.

Lan Zhan wanted him to see they're not barbarians and they can be merciful.

"If you just admit that your name is not Honest Innocence, because I'm not buying that."

Wei Ying shivers with cold while he washes, but he’s still glad to be able to clean some of the sweat from his skin. He scrubs hard with the soap, trying to remove all of the strange feeling that tingles on his skin.

Hanguang-Jun comes back before long, and Wei Ying grins a little at the question. “Ah, Hanguang-Jun... how did you know?? Okay, okay, so my name isn’t Honest Innocence.”

He does not offer any additional information about his real name.

Continuing to wash, he dips his hand into the cleft of his ass, which feels strange and slick. That still doesn’t make sense to him. The flesh there is tender, and he yelps as he touches it, feeling a rush of sensations that knocks him to his knees and sends him briefly under the water. Splashing frantically as he tries to get control over himself and stand up, he gives up on all of this and heads for the shore. He doesn’t want to think about what’s happening to his body. It doesn’t make sense.

Sitting behind the bushes, Lan Zhan remains oblivious as to what's happening as he was thinking about the upcoming celebrations and a happy time with his family and friends.

Only to have his thoughts filled with the Yunmeng boy again. His body is feeling strange when Wei Ying comes closer again to the shore, the rush of heat pooling between his legs and all of his thoughts comes to a full crash. The shower at the waterfall couldn't stop the desire, this need, and the overwhelming feelings of magnetic attraction for the boy he just met this morning. It's happening again and stronger in full force this time.

Lan Zhan peered over the bushes and sees him naked, and sees the familiar tattoo on his back, almost the same tattoo on his arm. His pheromones and scent becoming harder to resist. Unconsciously, he licks his lips and bit down his lip, toying with his own hair as he feels the need to become soft and gentle to this boy, to be closer, be protective, wanting him, and compare their tattoos.

"You're an idiot, Honest Innocence." He said softly and not wanting to sit where he's at, he slowly crept over to Wei Wuxian on the dry shore to reach over and caress his back, tracing the tattoo with his fingertips and to touch over his soft, pale skin and warming him up.

"We have the same tattoo."

Wei Ying is drying himself on the shore, shivering badly from the cold water, when Hanguang-Jun steps out from wherever he was and comes close. Wei Ying isn’t very worried about modesty, so he doesn’t mind being seen naked, but then Hanguang-Jun comes even closer.

“What did I do?” Wei Ying asks, indignant about being called an idiot.

As Hanguang-Jun touches him, his whole body feels like it lights up. His tattoo tingles at the touch, so that Wei Ying feels almost as though the fox tattoo on his back is wiggling playfully. “Ah! Hey!” He blushes and pulls the drying cloth up higher to defend himself, but he doesn’t pull away. Hanguang-Jun’s molten gold eyes are entrancing. “No we don’t! ... show me.”

"Nothing this time." Lan Zhan feels torn, the tug and pull of seeing him as the enemy and at the same time, desiring him. The conflict storming in his heart.

Wei Ying is very warm, his smooth pale skin beautiful like a jewel. Perhaps, a little on the skinny side, but with good food, fill him out. The tattoo on his back, how beautiful and it's a match to his own. With a slender finger, Lan Zhan traces every line from the fox eyes and ears, to the profile of its triangular face and jaws, the body, the tail over his back trailing down to the base of his spine, hovering very close with his ghost touch above his ass that is aching to be filled.

"I think we do. Look." He shows him the tattoo on his forearm, while smaller in size. "It's the same. That means we're soulmates." He said, in disbelief even himself. "The village elder told us stories that we will find soulmates someday and you're…"

With a sad look, that of sorrow and regret. "You're my enemy too. I killed and slain many of your people."Lan Zhan was widely known as a warrior and powerful cultivator to never hesitate on the battlefield. He was feared by many by a reputation for his swordsmanship with bichen, where the sword won victories with a cost.

"How can this be? Are you meant to be mine?" Truly seeing him now, Wei Ying looks beautiful to him, but not obtainable. "What shall we do?" He speaks as he continues to caress his tattoo over the sinews taunt of his back with no intention of stopping to touch him.

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Hanguang-Jun's finger traces the lines of his tattoo and it's maddening. Wei Ying whines, leaning more heavily against Hanguang-Jun as his body is so shamelessly explored. As Hanguang-Jun's fingers slide lower, toward the base of his spine, Wei Ying lets the drying cloth slip down to curl around the curve of his ass, wanting more than anything for those fingers to keep going.

Trying to focus on anything other than Hanguang-Jun's touch, Wei Ying grasps his arm tightly, studying the tattoo. It is the same. He runs his fingers over it, trying to understand how his own birth tattoo is here on the arm of this enemy.

"Is that how you're making me feel this way?" Wei Ying's trying to think, trying to make sense of these questions, but his brain isn't cooperating while Hanguang-Jun's fingers keep possessively caressing his tattoo. "Hanguang-Jun," he says, trying to push those exploring fingers away. "Private. Indoors. Stop touching and let me think."

After Wei Ying saw his tattoo and they compared and contrast, something shifted in Lan Zhan's heart once he figured out they are soulmates. A longing. A yearning that he always felt from all of these years. Lan Zhan is beginning to see the effect of the touch he has on him. It amuses him and stirs a hunger within him that can't be satisfied until he continues to torture and teases him like this. He felt a shift in his desires as he felt all the blood pool to his cock and felt the need to stroke his cock as he touches him like a forbidden fruit. A fruit so close that he dared not eat it, but toys with it, playing with him as his food.

Normally, Lan Zhan is shy, but now he becomes entranced playing with his enemy, touching him is a delight. "Do you enjoy it? You're soft and warm." He whispered, voice low and sultry, clearly amused for toying with him and teasing him, that even his own voice feels strange to him as his self-restraint and control started to erode and he felt erotic playing with the body of his enemy. "Do you mean touching you like this? My hands did terrible things. It crushed rocks. Splinters trees in half with it's fists. Wring the necks of Yungmeng's soldiers. Handling swords..."

His attempt to push him away is weak. He pressed his face on his wet hair to inhale his scent. His touch makes slow circles around the soft globes of his ass, but deliberately avoiding the cleft, and then slowly, warming him up, he touches him, massaging his inner thighs, stroking the softness and then wraps his arm around his waist, cups his cock, stroking the length of him slowly, making him feel good to make him compliant with his touch.

"A private place indoors? My place perhaps? Are you willing to become my prisoner tonight? It's dark and no one will hear us if I close the door. The banquet tonight can wait. I find you irresistible. Your warmth, your scent..."

Hanguang-Jun's words were like threats, everything he said about crushing and killing, even while he held Wei Ying so carefully, caressing him lightly. Wei Ying was achingly hard from the touches to his tattoo, and as Hanguang-Jun continued playing with him, Wei Ying couldn't help but grind against him, desperate for more.

His hole throbbed, slick and wet, and it was becoming harder to deny what exactly he was experiencing. "This shouldn't be possible," he tried to argue, but he keened as Hanguang-Jun touched his cock. "I'm not an omega. I'm twenty. That's too old to manifest. How are you doing this to me?"

He didn't want to be taken out in the open by the cold spring, where anyone might see, and at this point it was clear to him what was going to happen. The way Hanguang-Jun handled him made him feel alive, and he was desperate for more of it. "Your place. Please, Hanguang-Jun."

"What I'm doing to you? I don't know. I want you." What's Lan Zhan is doing? In his mind, it feels like his instinct and body were acting on his own and he's in a deep trance, as his hands wandering all over him, molesting his body. A persona took over as his usual self was pushed aside, and his hungry side took over, wanting scream and mate with his soulmate, touching him and feeling him. Wei Ying is so soft and warm, and feeling him is exquisite. Feeling the shape of him in his hands as he squirms and wriggles, hearing his desperate horny moans. "Easy. I don't know if you're omega or not. I…twenty?! Too young to manifest."

This is a mess, but he can't stop. Lan Zhan shivered as he plays with his body. Oh was he so painfully horny. He had seen men of his own sect taking a bath and sometimes, he has seen a couple sneaking off into the forest for hours. It has no effect on him and he ignored it, minding his own business, but he had wondered why he felt a distant yearning for the one.

"All right. Just give me a moment." Lan Zhan tightens the towel around his waist for cover, and then with one quick sweep, he lifts him up and hoist over his shoulders and carries him to his jingshi, taking the path, and taking care that they won't be seen.

He slides open the door to his jingshi. "This is my home. It used to be my mother's." He said as it felt unreal that he brought home an enemy to his childhood home. While it's not the palace of the jade prince of the Lan clan and he lives quite modestly, it's his home. Talismans hung from the ceiling, with Lan Zhan's decor and aesthetics can be seen.

He taken him to his bedroom where he lay Wei Ying on the bed, pinning him down with his weight, where it's comfortable and warm. A rain of passionate kisses to greet him, tongue slide, kissing him, sucking on his tongue hungrily.

Wei Ying yelped as he was suddenly swept up off the ground. Hanguang-Jun was shockingly strong, and he held Wei Ying very far off the ground. He curled his arms lightly around Hanguang-Jun's head, clinging to him.

This was all very sudden and intense. Wei Ying yearned for him, wanting only to be in Hanguang-Jun's arms, the center of his attention at all times.

Mere minutes ago he was an mere prisoner, but now he is Hanguang-Jun's captive, and possibly his mate. His hand reaches down blindly, groping for the spot on Hanguang-Jun's arm where the tattoo is. He wants to touch it. He wants to be joined with him.

Glancing around curiously at the lovely home, Wei Wuxian finds it soothing and peaceful. But there is little time to admire before he's set down on a bed and then kissed heatedly by this stranger who might be his soulmate. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to him without struggle, moaning as Hanguang-Jun's tongue pushes inside him, laying claim to him. He's so wet, and he can't pretend that anything else is happening. His hole is slick, eager to be mounted by a mate.

In Yunmeng, soulmates are rare. Everyone has their mark from birth, but some go all their lives without finding their match, and others only meet their match after they've been married to someone else for decades. Omegas usually manifest young in the Jiang Sect, and they're kept on suppressants to protect them until they choose a mate. Wei Ying had never manifested, and he'd never thought about a mate.

Squirming beneath Hanguang-Jun, Wei Ying pushed at him, trying to get a moment to breathe. "Wait, wait wait, listen to me. If you listen to me, I'll tell you my name."

In Gusu, it's similiar and not uncommon. However, soulmates alphas and omegas are detected early on. Their ancestors developed a method by observing the mating habits of the animals in the forests and written down signs and symptoms in their medical scrolls. Eventually, they developed suppressants to help suppressed the desires until they're off age.

Lan Zhan listened and he softly stopped while nibbling on his lower lips. It takes very effort to halt what he's doing as he felt the painful heat rippled through his body. Their bodies a perfect meld of each other as he pinned him to the bed.

Golden eyes glassed over with primal raw lust. "Hm? What's your name again? I swear it's Dishonest Innocence." But their bodies are more honest in what's hidden in their hearts. Taking in his scent again, he pressed sweet kisses on his throat, his tongue sliding over the pulse of his skin to taste him. "I always longed for you, my soulmate. I have many things to show you..."

Wei Ying had an idea, but he was hopelessly distracted, unable to focus on his idea while Hanguang-Jun was kissing at his throat like that. He whined, wanting more, and tugged at Lan Zhan's clothing. One hand slid low, cupping around Hanguang-Jun's cock through the fabric of his robe. The size of him was intimidating, and Wei Ying squeaked in alarm.

"Hanguang-Jun, you're going to split me open. I'm just a virgin, you have to be gentle," he begged. The heat and itchiness he'd felt earlier made sense now. It belonged now, here in this bed. His skin was heated and oversensitive, making each kiss feel like a brand against his skin. His hole was wet and dripping, clenching hungrily around nothing as it waited to be filled. "My mate. I need you. Please. I'll be your prisoner. I'll stay with you forever. Please claim me. Mount me."

It's hot. It's getting very hot. Lan Zhan removes his own robes, carelessly thrown them aside on the floor. Usually, he would have taken his time to neatly fold them, but right now, he doesn't care about the state of his robes.

His cock reacted, twitching to life between his legs as Wei Ying touched him and cupped with his hands. His cock hardens learning his enemy is a virgin in the body and his soulmate is his to ravish for the entire night.

Lan Zhan went lower, his tongue sliding down, tasting his skin, untouched by anyone. The tip of his tongue starts flicking at a pink rosy nipple as he gently sucks on him, making him sensitive and hard.

"I will do all of these things. But your name. Give me your name. Courtesy and birth." He whispered as he has him wiggling and squirming helplessly from the waves of unsatisfied heat.

As he spoke, he starts his first attack by sliding his first finger wiggling inside of him, pushing through the puckered hole that is begging to be touched from early at the waterfall and feeling the wet tight heat squelching from the invasion.

"Tell me." He whispered as he has every intention to make his lovely captive cries out as he molest his soft insides, making him feel good as he rubs inside over and over.

He couldn’t help but stare as Hanguang-Jun’s robes fell away. He looked like a divine immortal, or like a statue carved from a single piece of jade and given life. The hard phallus between his legs was huge, and it pointed straight at Wei Ying like a threat.

His staring was distracted as Hanguang-Jun lowered his head to his chest and started to lick and suck at his nipple. All of his skin was normally sensitive, and even more so now, as his body betrayed him in order to lure a mate.

He moaned and whimpered as Hanguang-Jun tormented his nipple, writhing against the bed. Every touch felt incredible, and Wei Ying could barely remember his own name.

“Wei Ying,” he whispered. He’d meant to bargain for it, to convince Hanguang-Jun to marry him and to use that wedding as a way to lay grounds of peace between the clans. All he could do now was hope that his soulmate could be persuaded.

A finger pushed inside his body and he cried out, arching fully off the bed. It was undeniable now that he was an omega, so slick and desperate to be filled. He never would have imagined his own true nature waiting just beneath the surface like that. “Courtesy name Wei Wuxian. First disciple of Yunmeng.”

It was true that he was only an adopted disciple and an orphan, but he had been raised alongside the prince, and his rank and skill as a disciple of the Jiang Clan were enough to make him worthy of consideration for a marriage to a prince of the Lan clan.

“Please, Hanguang-Jun.” He was no longer sure what he was begging for. Nothing mattered anymore but the man above him, the finger pushing inside him. He ground his hips against it, body knowing instinctively how it wanted to be fucked.

"Wei Ying. Wei Wuxian. I have always wanted to know the name of my soulmate. I dreamed of you. Searched for you. Yearned for you. And now you are here."

Lan Zhan took a pause and murmured his name on his lips, a name unknown to him as he recalls this longing from a yearning dream. He said with such an ache, his heart pounding hard in excitement, the arousal immediate. He pinned him down on the bed like a tiger caught a prey beneath him, Wei Ying a mewling rabbit who helplessly wiggles and squirming, his grip and strength on him is like iron.

He pumped one finger in, toying with his tight hole, then slowly slides a second finger to stretch him out, then adding in a third, deliciously finger fucking that wet hole as he spoke with such a possessiveness that he goes pumping him faster and harder, making him wetter, wanting to see him drip with desperate heat and need.

Slowly, his dark fantasies unwind. "I waited a long time for you. Your name. It's lovely. But I like Dishonest Innocence better. I think that suits you. What do you think? It's cute that you lie and I caught you." His teasing is playfully cruel, clearly enjoying seeing a fallen enemy fall so hard beneath him as he pumps hard and fast, hearing the squelching of his wetness around his fingers, making his lithe body squirm as he attacks his hidden pleasure spot over and over. "Your body is eager. You're quivering. Or perhaps being the sheathe of the prince of Lan is better? What do you think?" He's being playful as he talks dirty to him, spilling such filth.

Removing his fingers to leave his hole, to torture him with that empty feeling, he wraps his hands around his length to slowly stroke his cock from base to tip. "Are you sure forever? Now that I caught you, I won't let you go. You probably won't ever see Yunmeng again. What do you think? After this, perhaps I intended to make you my bride. That would be...only if you want it. As your husband, I can fill you like this. Every night."

There's tenderness as he spoke. He was lonely. Much of his passion is coming from his yearnings and longings, a sexual starvation and hunger he can't explain, but he becomes awaken in full force.

Between his thighs, he brushed his hard, stiff rod, teasing him near his empty hole that aches to be filled. "Wei Ying. Do you want this? After this, we won't be going back. I'll be responsible for you. My soulmate, my mate...won't you please let me fill you?"

Wei Ying reached up, looping a gentle arm around Hanguang-Jun's neck to keep him close. His heart felt like it was overflowing with joy and gratitude as Hanguang-Jun said his name like that. He's always felt like a burden, but Hanguang-Jun makes him feel so wanted.

"Honest Innocence!" he argues, pouting about how his false name has been turned against him in this way. He can't put together a coherent argument while Hanguang-Jun is sliding finger after finger inside him, curling them against that spot inside his body that feels like it's burning up with need and pleasure. His hips grind up desperately, trying to get more of this torment, and Wei Ying whines with frustration, because he feels closer to orgasm than he's been in his life but he can't quite seem to reach it.

Then, all the worse, those fingers are removed. Wei Ying wails unhappily at the loss, scrabbling at Hanguang-Jun to try to pull him closer so he can be filled again.

"Marry me," Wei Ying begs, hoping that Hanguang-Jun means this, and that he really wants him as a bride, and not just a prisoner. "Please, husband. Please take me. Mate me. My soulmate. Please fill me."

In this moment, when their bodies are together, Lan Zhan's closed up heart begins to truly crack open as passion and love begin to flood into his being. It is wonderful and joyous, that all the bitterness and wrath he displayed earlier from the years become eroded in a day, and there this feeling of peace he hasn't felt in years. He doesn't see him as the enemy, but the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and desperately desired and lust for.

"Wei Ying…I…This is ridiculous. I just met you this morning. And now we're doing this." By this, Lan Zhan fingered fucked his tight-heat without a second thought and he willingly grinds against him to relieve the heat.

"This is happening too fast. We can't be married…our clans are at war and there's nothing I could do..." But the whisper and pleadings really call forth the mercy in his heart. "Wei Ying, we're not married yet. If they found out, we're going to get punished."

But unable to help himself, he kisses him hungrily in the lips. Wei Ying's hungry hole is dripping wet that his juices trickle down his thighs. His dick is throbbing and aching each time Wei Ying is wailing. Lan Zhan can't fight the need as he finds himself trembling, unable to hold back the need to fuck and relieve the ache, their sexual needs awaken and aroused.

"Ah, to hell with it...." Lan Zhan muttered. By it, he meant violating the rules of enemy engagement. No one will found out as long he doesn't tell. He kisses him hungrily, tongues slide inside of his mouth to lick and suck in the hungry kisses as he pins him on his bed. He then recklessly buries his cock inside of Wei Ying's tight heat.

With a heavy groan, delirious as to how he virgin tight he is, he starts to slowly thrust in and out of, splitting him open with his size as he pins Wei Ying and fucks him desperately in that position.

Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan's previously heated and claiming words become doubtful, and fear wraps cold fingers around his heart. It would be so easy for Lan Zhan to keep him as only a prisoner, a physical comfort for when he desires an outlet, and Wei Ying knows that he'll beg for it if he has to, accepting scraps of affection and being only a kept plaything. Convincing Lan Zhan to marry him is vastly unlikely, when it would be so easy for him to simply take what he wants.

But his doubts don't matter, because he needs Lan Zhan desperately. His mate, who has awoken this heat in him, and he cannot be satisfied by anyone else. "Please," he begs, "please. I need it."

He cries out loudly as Lan Zhan pins him down and thrusts inside him. The kiss helps to muffle his cry a little, as Lan Zhan's tongue claims his mouth as mercilessly as Lan Zhan's cock claims his hole. It hurts, painfully stretching his muscles, but it feels so unbelievably right. Each thrust makes his body radiant with pleasure, making him feel fulfilled. "Lan Zhan!" he cries out, bucking beneath him as he tries to get more, deeper. "Lan Zhan!"

Lan Zhan hardens again, his dick throbbing and aching like it never throbs and aches before until he found him and discovered him as his soulmate. His lover cries and spilled from his lips is like music, pure and sweet. There are soft squelching, wet sounds each time his cock slams out, only to slam right back into his body, drilling his cock inside of that tight virgin hole as he's ravishing him and splitting him wide open over and over for his own pleasure. Vicious fluid dribbled from their connection as he cums inside of him, filling him to the brim. Each wave after the next, each orgasm, he can't stop until he's satisfied.

"Wei Ying. Again. Again." He murmured each time he orgasmed and climaxed inside of him. Demanding. Dominating and assert his power over his and the pleasure of his body.

He pins him down in that same position, rutting into him mercilessly, completely turned on by how much he begged, pleaded, and whines for mercy. Except he figured, he didn't want mercy in being used like this as a sheathe to cock. After the first hour, when the same position doesn't satisfy him anymore, he switches to another and has him kneel on all fours. "Kneel for me, Wei Ying." And has him bend over and fucks him from behind for another hour.

Despite how rough he is, a part of him felt conflicted. After this, what to do with him? If his brother and uncle discovered he keeps an enemy as a lover and pet. Upon his honor, he has taken his virginity and he must be responsible for him. He's his soulmate, his destined one, his fated one, but also the enemy. He has to protect him if he wants to keep him by his side.

During their fucking, he is completely in love and enamored with him as he kisses him, licking him overall, decorating his body with bites and kisses. A whole day has passed and it becomes night. Lan Zhan has been fucking him for hours, using his body for his own pleasure. When evening descends, he's already seeing him as his lovely bedwarmer and trophy, spilling and venting much of his sexual frustration and seed inside of him.

"It's night already...." He said as he laid on the bed, breathless and felt like jelly as he stares at the ceiling. He's empty and finally, at last, he's totally flat and lethargic as he laid on his side beside Wei Ying, whom he thoroughly finished punished and let him rest.

Wei Ying quickly lost track of how many times he'd come. Time slipped away from him, unaware of anything but the pleasure and need of his mate filling him, covering him with his body. His muscles were sore, back aching from being fucked into so many times, but each time he thinks there might be a pause, some mercy, Lan Zhan only shifts him and takes him again.

Moaning at each kiss and each bite, Wei Ying feels like he's full to bursting with his mate's seed. His body is so thirsty, but there's still so much, leaking from his thighs once Lan Zhan finally lets him rest.

Exhausted, Wei Ying can't manage words. He nuzzles weakly at his mate's shoulder, laying a gentle hand over his heart so he can hear it beat. He's trembling lightly, aftershocks of pleasure and exhaustion. He can't think, can't manage anything but laying beside Lan Zhan and soaking up the warmth and rightness of being beside his mate.

Lan Zhan lay on his bed listlessly, feeling sated, full, and lethargic. Not caring that the bedroom smell of sex, the sheets is wet and stained as evidence of their rough lovemaking. He felt dirty from pretty much everything. Using the enemy for pleasure. Violating the rules and then some. Falling in lust and love for the last few hours after losing self-restraint, letting go of discipline, and the chaotic emotions storming within that still lingers afterward.

Lan Zhan stared at the ceiling as his mate cuddles up with him, curling up to him for warmth. His long fingers tangled in his hair, an arm wrapped around him in a protective embrace. Many thoughts ran through his mind. Is Wei Ying an enemy, a prisoner, a lover...? What to do? Furthermore, what if their liaison is discovered by the elder sect leaders? He fell from grace. He knows the rules. He's going to get punished for breaking the rules. It seems unreal he done such a thing, especially with Lan Zhan being one of the promising leaders of his sect, known for their rigid rules and strict discipline.

But he is his soulmate. The tattoo is a match to the one on his arm. He can't simply be held for ransom. He's far too valuable and the stakes are much higher. If he's gone home, Lan Zhan will be alone and he didn't want to bother to go to the village's matchmaker to divine and find another mate. Too cumbersome and annoying as Lan Zhan tends to rather be alone and isolate in his chosen lifestyle of meditation and studies when his duties as secondary sect leader demand.

For he does not know what tomorrow brings, but his people will notice that he did not appear for the family lunar celebrations and banquet as planned. He's too sexually exhausted to go and rather stay in bed.

Lan Zhan nuzzled on his hair and gently kiss on the crown of his hair. "Rest." He murmured and pulled the blanket over to keep them both warm. For he finds a small, simple pleasure of listening to his fated mate's soft breathing in the dark, quiet night.

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