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

[diditmywei]

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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[diditmywei]

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."

[inquiryguqin]

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.

[diditmywei]

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!"

[inquiryguqin]

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.

[diditmywei]

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.

[inquiryguqin]

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.