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@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian was struck with a sudden fear. He was /scared/. Hanguang Jun was so invincible, what happened in the few short hours since Wei Wuxian last saw him? He held Lan Wangji's hand tighter so the latter could not pull away, bringing it up and pressing his lips against Lan Wangji's knuckles. In his opinion, it was a rather poor attempt to comfort the older man. He had to calm himself down first, think with a clear head. There was no way Lan Wangji could start dying within the past half a day, Wei Wuxian told himself.

"Stay farther away from me...don't want you to get sick."

Sick. That's right - what if Lan Wangji was sick? It was entirely plausible, just something Wei Wuxian had a hard time believing since Lan Wangji was so... untouchable. Whatever sickness he had, it had to be terrible. Wei Wuxian pressed closer, shaking his head vehemently. "Am I supposed to do nothing for you when you look like you're on the verge of death? Lie down." With a hand supporting Lan Wangji's back, Wei Wuxian splayed his other hand over Lan Wangji's chest, helping him lie flat on his back.

Leaving Lan Wangji's side with a squeeze of his hand, Wei Wuxian hurried to the basin of clean water held in the opposite corner of the room, tossing a clean washcloth in and lugging the entire thing to Lan Wangji's bedside. He was, by no means, trained in any first aid or healing techniques whatsoever besides the sicknesses that commonly occurred on night hunts and he had no spiritual power to lend to Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian just wanted to cool off his partner, who's skin seemed to be getting increasingly warm despite the lack of colour in it. 'This Lan Wangji was a special one,' he thought. 'He gets sick, but in a different way than everyone else.'

Wringing out the cool water out of his cloth, Wei Wuxian dabbed at Lan Wangji's face gently, pushing the forehead ribbon all the way up to his hairline so he could wipe at the sheen of sweat forming. "Does it hurt anywhere?" Wei Wuxian asked, not daring to speak above a whisper in fear of irritating Lan Wangji in such a sensitive looking state. "Lan Zhan, I..." Wei Wuxian trailed off before he could admit he had no idea what he was doing. "I love you," he said instead, smoothly diverging from his original admission. "I'm going to take care of you. Tell me if it hurts anywhere, okay? Don't try to pretend it's not," he sniffled, figuring it was the exact type of thing Lan Wangji would do if (Heavens forbid) he was ever injured.

@Wei Wuxian He tried to steady himself as Wei Wuxian bounded over to him, the other's speed startling Lan Wangji as he reached a hand out to hold onto the other. Waiting expectantly, Lan Wangji seemed to be blinking sleepiness out of his eyes as he tried to focus himself, eventually taking a small stumble backwards as Wei Wuxian checked his forehead. He lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking it lightly, as if that would somehow rid himself of the dizziness he was feeling. Wei Wuxian voices was laced with concern, and Lan Wangji hurried to rasp out, "Nothing." he said, though it was very obvious he was believing in a lie.

Taking the arm that was offered to him, Lan Wangji made his way to the bed, taking a seat as he slouched over, head drooping as he continued to squeeze his eyes shut and open them again, trying to stabilize that blurry vision of his. He could hear the pitter patter footstep sounds of Wei Wuxian pacing across the hard wood floors, but Lan Wangji didn't open his eyes long enough to look. It did feel warmer, especially when Wei Wuxian took Lan Wangji's hand into his own. The other's body heat seemed to transfer over to Lan Wangji's, which gave him warmth, but also sent sweat drops rolling down his face. It wasn't apparent until he reached a hand to wipe his forehead, but when his robe returned to his side dampened, Lan Wangji was very confused with himself, also not exactly sure what was going on.

"How are you feeling? Did something happen?" came Wei Wuxian's concern for him. The smaller male's voice had also softened, and there was a genuine concerned look on his face that Lan Wangji immediately caught onto when he opened his eyes momentarily.

He shook his head, "I'm not sure." he answered, having no idea how he contracted these weird symptoms and when it had began. Lan Wangji felt regretful almost instantly, hoping that he didn't somehow pass these symptoms on to Wei Wuxian as well. "Wei Ying..." he immediately coaxed the smaller out of concern, "Stay farther away from me...don't want you to get sick."

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian whirled around when he heard Lan Zhan call his name. There was something wrong with the way the other said it, though, almost strained. Wei Wuxian hesitated before taking quick, stampeding steps towards Lan Wangji, setting the rabbit in his arms down. The little bunny immediately cuddled up with Lan Wangji's shoe, recognizing its owner easily. Wei Wuxian ignored it, opening his mouth to begin the spiel he had originally prepared for Lan Wangji.

Before he could get the first word out, he noticed how /pale/ Lan Wangji was. The latter was always light skinned, but now his face was white as his robes. Wei Wuxian faltered, watching how Lan Wangji seemed to sway slightly despite his usual upright, rigid posture. "I..." he began, his hands raising as if afraid Lan Wangji was about to tilt over any second. His hands wrapped around both Lan Wangji's elbows steadying the other. "Lan Zhan, what's wrong with you?" Gripping Lan Wangji tight with one hand, Wei Wuxian pressed his knuckles to Lan Wangji's cheek, then his forehead. It might have been Wei Wuxian's dramatized thought process, but he swore Lan Wangji's sheet-white face was on the warmer side.

Having enough sense not to ask if Lan Wangji was drunk, Wei Wuxian gave him a tug, holding on to his arm as he guided him towards their bed. Until Wei Wuxian figured out what was going on, Lan Wangji better stay put. Whilst he ran through the possibilities to why Lan Wangji looked like death Wei Wuxian paced, back and forth, his brows drawn together in deep concentration. There was nothing he could come up with that made sense, leaving Wei Wuxian extremely frustrated with the current situation.

"How are you feeling?" Wei Wuxian asked, finally settling himself beside Lan Wangji. He took one of the other's hand and sandwiched it between his own, frowning at how warm Lan Wangji's fingertips were. "Did something happen?"

@Wei Wuxian For the next few days, Lan Wangji felt like there was a visible distance growing between himself and Wei Wuxian. The smaller male didn’t seem to have anything to say about the obvious tension growing between them, and Lan Wangji, not one who wanted to add fuel to the flame, naturally kept his silence too. Lan Wangji had actually gotten back on task with his grading, which was something he felt both accomplished and dissatisfied about. For some particular reason, being on top of his grading made him feel like a failure again. Not towards the disciples, but towards Wei Wuxian. It was precisely his investment into his responsibilities that made the smaller male feel so cooped up and pushed to a side last time, but now he was just using it to kill time, as it appeared that Wei Wuxian was still needing his alone time.

Every night though, Lan Wangji would ball up the day’s affection for Wei Wuxian and return it to its owner rightfully. He was cautious, always waiting until Wei Wuxian was asleep before pulling the smaller male into his arms, replicating the same position they always slept in before Lan Wangji’s grave mistake. He felt awful for doing this too, as Wei Wuxian had not given his consent to this either. But luckily for him, the smaller male was always asleep when Lan Wangji had to be up, and thus he had been getting away with it.

After a few days of the nights filled with inner turmoil and days of long lectures, Lan Wangji’s body seemed to finally crash on him. Never had he really gone through this kind of stress, at least not since Wei Wuxian had returned to him. It appeared the last time Lan Wangji had felt so physically /weak/ was when he found out that he lost the smaller male. It may have been the trauma returning to him, his fears threatening to relive themselves again. He had finished the lecture clutching his chest, the disciples filing out with worried glances on their faces as the normally pale Hanguang Jun, seemed to be a sickly white that day. The white-robed male headed back to the Silent Chamber, noting that it was quite late in the day already, evening drawing near.

Upon entering the room, Lan Wangji met with Wei Wuxian, who had his back turned towards him. He tried to maintain his stead voice, hearing the smaller male give a call of his name, and he responded immediately, “En. Wei Ying.” The had not been talking much these past few days, and for Wei Wuxian to finally call him, as if he was in need of him, Lan Wangji couldn’t have rushed quicker to respond. “What is it?” he asked, eyes softening when he looked at the smaller male. He dropped the hand that was at his chest, trying to maintain his upright posture. Although his head was starting to spin, Lan Wangji knew very well that he was not drunk, and that this was a chance for him to settle the conversation with the smaller male, who wanted to talk to him now. Blinking rapidly, Lan Wangji took a deep breath, willing the color back into his cheeks, failing in the process.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian lay on his side facing the wall. He heard Lan Wangji shuffling to remove the layers of his robes, the sound of shoes being placed gently at the beside, then the creak of the wooden bed frame when Lan Wangji joined him. Wei Wuxian stiffened, curling tighter upon himself, but nothing, no arm or anything draped over as the noises ceased. Only their quiet breaths filled the room, becoming slower and deeper as they drifted towards sleep.

It was cold without Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian shivered, wrapping an arm tighter around his waist. If he was close enough to sleeping, maybe he could pretend it was Lan Wangji's.

Just as Wei Wuxian was about to nod off, he felt the warmth he craved envelop him in a gentle hug. The weight over his waist was comforting, drawing Wei Wuxian closer to the source like a moth to light. A quiet, content sigh escaped his lips, and he rolled on his back towards whatever was emitting such cosiness. The scent that filled his senses was so sweet, reminiscent of Lan Wangji's sandalwood scent. Perhaps Wei Wuxian had already fallen asleep. In that case, he would gladly welcome the warmth this pseudo-Wangji was offering, pressing impossibly close into the soft heat. Despite what he'd first thought, Wei Wuxian fell asleep simply happy.

When he woke, however, he was alone. "So it was a dream," he mumbled through his yawn, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It disappointed him greatly, but there was nothing he could do about it. Lan Wangji probably headed off to class already. 'Just a bit longer,' Wei Wuxian tried to think. The Annual Study was coming to an end. It would be alright soon.

The situation between them did not improve the next few days, much to Wei Wuxian's chagrin. He knew he should probably be the bigger person and just bring up this whole tension thing with his /partner/, but every time he laid eyes on Lan Wangji, he just couldn't do it. The latter was the famed Gusu disciple of the cultivation world, why was he acting like a /child/? Petulantly, Wei Wuxian decided if Lan Wangji didn't want to talk to him, Wei Wuxian didn't want to talk to /him/ either.

It was so stupid, Wei Wuxian realized for the nth time as he hid in the back mountains to play with Wangji's rabbits. He couldn't stand it anymore. He missed Lan Wangji's tender embrace, his soft mouth against Wei Wuxian's cheek and lips - he missed Lan Wangji, period. And he was going to do something /today/. Forgetting to let the fiesty rabbit in his arms down, Wei Wuxian cradled the little creature as he ran back to the Silent Chamber, ignoring a student disciple calling out the 'running is forbidden' rule at him as he darted by.

"Lan Zhan!" He all but yelled as he burst into the Silent Chamber. It was nearing their evening meal time, so Lan Wangji must be back already. "Lan Zhan?" he said in a slightly quieter tone, scanning the chamber quickly, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. His ankle throbbed - he supposed it had not healed completely for him to spring across Cloud Recesses like he did.

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji didn’t expect for Wei Wuxian to suddenly help him put his forehead ribbon back around his head, especially not after that meal they just shared together. In fact, he wasn’t even sure the smaller male would want to touch him, and he couldn’t help tensing his body as Wei Wuxian neared him, his heart pounding so loud that he thought the sound was being amplified. He remembered when he told Wei Wuxian that if the other couldn’t read what his face was saying, he should listen to the heartbeat. But right now, Lan Wangji wasn’t even too sure of what his heartbeat was saying, much less expect Wei Wuxian to somehow understand it. Once the forehead ribbon was back in his hair, Lan Wangji wanted to reach out and take hold of the smaller’s wrist, but his hand stopped midway, and in the end, despite their close proximity, the two of them only looked away from each other, intensifying the tension in the room.

Wei Wuxian was already preparing for bed, undoing his robe and folding it. The older male followed suit silently, placing his robe to a side as he got in bed after Wei Wuxian. It felt natural now, to pull the smaller into his embrace for the night, but Lan Wangji realized that now was not the time for him to act so rashly. It took him a moment to control his actions, and he eventually lied down beside the smaller, reverting back to his old Gusu Lan sleeping posture, neatly folding his hands over his abdomen, lying straight from head to toe with his head just resting slightly on the pillow under him.

The time seemed to tick by slowly, and for once, Lan Wangji felt suffocated by the silence that aded the Silent Chamber. He was so used to hearing little banter from Wei Wuxian, had gradually become accustom to being teased or getting provoked to the point that their night was prolonged. He closed his eyes, just willing time to past by, willing for rest time to come, yet it didn’t really appear to work out his way. It was only when he didn’t hear any shuffling from Wei Wuxian, that Lan Wangji tried to address his problems once more. Lan Wangji turned his head to the side, the rest of his body unmoving.

The smaller’s eyes were closed, and his breathing appeared to be constant. Wei Wuxian was probably worn out from today, thus making him sleep so easily. Lan Wangji felt fortunate for this, though he couldn’t admit that in words. Gently turning to his side so he wouldn’t disturb the smaller male, he enveloped Wei Wuxian against his body again. It was only then that he felt a wave of relief washing over him, and Lan Wangji felt the fatigue settle upon him. With Wei Wuxian in his arms, he felt secured, thus sleep came easily.

Of course, the next day, Lan Wangji had to be awake early for class. It was a good thing too, as the smaller male was still asleep when he blinked his eyes open, his position having stayed throughout the night. Carefully, Lan Wangji unwound himself, placing a small kiss on Wei Wuxian’s forehad, scared to press to hard, thus making it fleeting. Once he had given Wei Wuxian’s face a good long gander, the older male stood up to get dressed silently. He left soundlessly, only sparing one more glance to his Wei Ying’s peaceful sleeping expression.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian did not move when he heard the wooden doors of the Silent Chamber slide open, his gaze dropped down to the ribbon drying by the fire. Only when he heard his name, Wei Wuxian slowly turned to face Lan Wangji, watching the older male approach him with slow, hesitant steps.

"Are you...unhappy?"

Was he? Wei Wuxian’s teeth snagged on his lower lip, and he busied himself with straightening out the already laid out ribbon. It was a very specific question that Wei Wuxian did not understand why Lan Wangji was asking all of a sudden, but it was also a question he thought maybe he /needed/ to be asked. At the same time, it was a foolish question. Wei Wuxian loved the other, enough to reside in Cloud Recesses with him. As long as they were together, did Wei Wuxian have any reason to be unhappy? Unable to give Lan Wangji a proper answer, Wei Wuxian lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug, staying silent as he allowed the older to help him up. The touch around his elbow burned him.

The food was cold, barely lukewarm at best, but Wei Wuxian barely tasted them as he made repetitive motions of putting food into his mouth, chewing, swallowing, rinse and repeat. He ate autonomously until Lan Wangji spoke again, his voice soft and tone tentative. Wei Wuxian paused with his chopsticks jammed between his lips, his stare boring into the table between them. “There’s no need for thanks between us,” he finally said, almost hollowly. He wished he could just figure out what was wrong with him so he could go back to showing Lan Wangji the Wei Ying he loved, not some moping, irritable creature.

Wei Wuxian wanted to tell him. He wanted to release his frustrations and insecurities that plagued him, mostly concerning his place in Gusu. He did not belong in Yunmeng, he was scared he would not belong in Gusu, in Cloud Recesses, beside Lan Wangji. If Burial Mounds was the home he was fated to, Wei Wuxian was not sure if he could bear that reality. Ducking his head so Lan Wangji would get the hint that Wei Wuxian did not want to talk at the moment, he finished the rest of his meal quickly, only noticing then how hungry he’d been all day.

Lan Wangji’s ribbon had dried completely by the time Wei Wuxian stacked their empty bowls and dishes back into the basket it had been delivered in. Wei Wuxian checked thoroughly for dampness before bringing it back to Lan Wangji. “Stay still,” he murmured, standing on his toes to wrap the ribbon back around Lan Wangji’s forehead, their faces intimately close when Wei Wuxian leaned forward to knot the ribbon at the back. It was weird to think about where that ribbon’s been, so Wei Wuxian looked away once he was finished, a slight pink tinging his cheek. It wasn’t that he hated it - no, looking back, he loved it, enough that he thought he would be willing to ask Lan Wangji to do it again next time.

He sighed to himself as he stripped his outer robe and folded it neatly. If he and Lan Zhan could get over this obvious rut they were in. If /Wei Wuxian/ could get over his involuntarily antagonistic behaviour towards his partner. He did not mean Lan Wangji harm, or want to hurt him. With the way the entire Cloud Recesses and Lan Qiren situation affected Wei Wuxian, he simply had no energy to pretend he was happy for Lan Wangji.

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji knew how long he had been out, but he didn't want to keep track. His rabbits were getting sleepier too, and regardless of his presence or not, the group eventually started making their way into the rabbit hole. The one held captive in Lan Wangji's embrace didn't seem to notice it had been abandoned until the white robed male placed it gently on the ground, watching its pink nose twitch for a bit before scurrying off to join its companions. Standing, Lan Wangji brushed himself off, realizing that he had forgotten to bring Bichen out with him. He shook his head, sighing softly again as he turned around to go back.

When he returned, the first thing Lan Wangji glanced to was Wei Wuxian. Then the meal on the table. It had been left untouched, and his gaze lowered to the floor again. Wei Wuxian was over by the corner, crouching over a small bucket of water, to which Lan Wangji made his way over, wondering what the smaller male was doing. To his surprise, there laid his forehead ribbon, obviously cleaned with care, laid out to dry. Lan Wangji grit his teeth together, his jaw hardening as he felt another wave of regret washing over him. "Wei Ying..." he called softly.

Lan Wangji felt terrible for staying, but he then regretted leaving. Every step was like a double edged sword and he had no idea what was the correct way to go, one of those few moments in his life that he felt this way. "Are you...unhappy?" he asked, genuinely wanting to show his concern. Lan Wangji, for lack of better wording, was clumsy about starting the conversation, unsure if he chose the correct words and stumbling on getting them out properly as well. Crouching down and gently taking the smaller's arm in his own, Lan Wangji helped Wei Wuxian up, suddenly remembering that his foot injury had yet to be healed all the way. "Come." he coaxed softly, "Eat dinner together."

There was no way that Wei Wuxian could go a whole day without eating, no matter how stubborn he wanted to be. Lan Wangji helped the smaller male into his seat, then letting go lest he made contact for too long. He wasn't sure where the boundaries lied for him right now, but he didn't want to risk crossing them, further irritating the smaller male. Sitting across from Wei Wuxian at his usual spot, his eyes lifted to meet the other's, "Much thanks...forehead ribbon." he said, the softness behind his gaze expressing his appreciation (and apologies once more).

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian kept to himself for the rest of the evening, sullen and uncharacteristically silent as he polished Chenqing over and over again with a dry cloth. The repetitive movement and mindless task kept his mind off of things, but time still passed achingly slow. It was worse with the silence between him and Lan Wangji, who he had not bothered sparing a glance at since his outburst.

When his heart was not pounding so hard in his chest, Wei Wuxian began to gather words for an apology. There was a very faint memory deep in the recesses of Wei Wuxian's mind of when he would snap harshly at Lan Wangji's suggestions for him, but Wei Wuxian could not remember for the life of him what Lan Wangji said at the time. Whatever the case, the older certainly did not warrant an irritable response from Wei Wuxian. The latter's anger had been misdirected, and he was beginning to feel terrible about it.

Just as Wei Wuxian put aside his pride long enough to stand, a knock on the door signaled the evening meal delivery. Fine. He'll wait to tell Lan Wangji over dinner, once the disciple was gone. However, it seemed as though Lan Wangji had no intentions to stay, leaving Wei Wuxian rather taken aback by his abrupt departure.

"You eat first," Lan Wangji said, mumbling something else after. "I'll be back."

"Where are you going?" Wei Wuxian built up the courage to ask just as the door shut behind the older.

He sat in the silence of the chamber, the ringing in his ears gettting exponentially louder. Their meals laid out suddenly did not look appetizing anymore (not that the Cloud Recesses food ever did), and Wei Wuxian was torn on following the other out for an explanation. But it was nearing bed time soon after for the Gusu disciples, and frankly, the idea of running into Lan Qiren again unsettled Wei Wuxian to the core.

Wei Wuxian did not want to eat if Lan Wangji was going to leave without any indication of where he was going. What more were they than two strangers living under the same roof if they could not even have a meal together? Leaving the food on the table untouched, Wei Wuxian ambled towards their bed to set Chenqing down. It was then that he noticed the strip of white cloth lying over the sheets: Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon. Wei Wuxian held it gently in his hands, as if it were delicate and fragile.

Taking his time, since he had no idea if Lan Wangji would be back soon, Wei Wuxian heated up a small bucket of water to clean the ribbon. He was careful as he submerged the cloth, rubbing lightly with his fingertips. He laid it out to dry after, the tips of his fingers tracing the metal cloud plate holding the strips of cloth together. As he waited for Lan Wangji's return, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but dwell on how his heart felt impossibly heavy.

@Wei Wuxian Hanguang Jun, the most aloof cultivator that the world had probably seen to date, was never afflicted by those around him. He could always maintain his cool and elegant disposition. To the outside world, it probably appeared that no one could disrupt his constant, composed demeanor. This was true for the most part, and Lan Wangji knew very well of this image that others had of him. The only thing was, in front of Wei Wuxian, who was the only person who could look past that preconceived image of his, Lan Wangji wanted to suddenly hold it up in that moment. When the smaller male stepped away from him angrily, the visibly slouching of Lan Wangji's shoulders could be seen, and his eyes widened as he expressed how taken aback he was by this. Feeling that he no right to help the other control his emotions at the moment, Lan Wangji stepped back, the sullen look returning to his face. His eyes lowered to the ground and he sighed softly, turning away to go back to his desk. It was better to leave Wei Wuxian alone, lest he lost control because Lan Wangji went overboard with his actions once again.

Once again, Lan Wangji tried to resume his work, but failed to make any further progress. He sat in his seat, not looking up at Wei Wuxian, not knowing where else to look. Eventually, he closed his eyes, self-reflecting on his misdeeds for the day. His jealousy had gotten the best of him, and led him to do unforgivable things to Wei Wuxian. It had barely occurred to Lan Wangji that his forehead ribbon was still lying on the bed, unwashed and slightly moist from where it had been previously. He focused on his breathing, taking deep breaths. He didn't know what he should do to make it up to the smaller male, also didn't know what he could do to calm Wei Wuxian down.

Evening was drawing near, and since they had missed lunch through Lan Wangji's little bout of jealousy, the older male was worried that his partner would be hungry. Thus, when the disciples brought dinner to the Silent Chamber, he opened the door for them, bringing in the basket himself. Lan Wangji set up the meal for Wei Wuxian, placing the other's set of utensils at his usual spot, and choosing the bigger bowl of rice to put at his spot as well. Lan Wangji didn't want Wei Wuxian to lose his appetite, thus he got up, putting on his shoes and murmuring to the smaller male, "You eat first." he said, "You /have/ to eat." he insisted, "I'll...be back."

Lan Wangji went outside rather aimlessly, just wanting to give Wei Wuxian the space that he needed. Eventually, the bigger male ended up at his nest of rabbits again. L'il Apple was in the distance, munching on grass. Sighing softly, he crouched down, picking up one of the bigger white ones. Gently placing it in his arm and running his hand down the snowy white fur, Lan Wangji thought to himself, this was the gift that Wei Wuxian had given to him. The other male had given him so much, but it appeared as though Lan Wangji was only returning such favors with distress and unhappiness. He was so disappointed in himself.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian blinked, the red haze of anger disappearing when he heard Lan Wangji's voice calling his name. He exhaled roughly before his rigid fingers around Chengqing to loosen, and he dropped the black flute onto the bed, his fingers lax and hand open. Glad for the distraction, Wei Wuxian turned to the other, ready to put a charming smile on his lips and ask Lan Wangji how his work was going. His expression fell quickly to match Lan Wangji's, though, hearing the sombre tone in Lan Wangji's voice.

"Earlier...I was wrong..."

Comfort him, a voice at the back of Wei Wuxian's mind urged. Lan Wangji did indeed suddenly start to resemble a kicked puppy. The thing was, Wei Wuxian hated puppies, and he did not want to comfort one. The fire sparked from his short spat with Qiren days earlier ignited within him again, and Wei Wuxian's voice hardened. "I said it doesn't matter, Lan Zhan. Enough about it!" He forced himself away from the other's side, suddenly unable to bear the concern in his eyes anymore. Lan Wangji was like this because of Wei Wuxian. Anything bad that was inflicted upon Lan Wangji, it was because of Wei Wuxian. He fisted at his eyes when his vision began to swim from irritation again.

He tried to focus. The issue here was Wei Wuxian. Cloud Recesses and Lan Wangji would not be so disrupted if not for an outsider like him, making a home out of the place that didn't want or need him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Wei Wuxian sighed, closing his eyes to gather himself. Focus, Lan Wangji told him. Wei Wuxian turned his attention to his breathing, wanting to cool off, but Lan Qiren's spiteful glare and scathing remarks towards Lan Wangji filled his mind instead.

@Wei Wuxian Even though there were no visible distractions in Lan Wangji's way to prevent him from working productively and efficiently, he still found his mind wandering, wondering if Wei Wuxian was truly feeling okay, or if he was simply making excuses in front of Lan Wangji. The stack of assignments only diminished slightly, obviously much less than the morning's attempt. Throughout that time, Lan Wangji found himself picking up and putting down his brush several times, his worries getting the best of him. After many attempts, it took him a session of meditation to finally put his worries aside momentarily to focus on his work.

Wei Wuxian's return had startled Lan Wangji, the older stifling a gasp and looking up with widened eyes when the doors to the Silent Chamber were unceremoniously swung open, a loud bang being heard afterwards as wood collided against wood. He blinked a few times, looking over at the black-robed male's direction in confusion. Wei Wuxian's body was tensed, and Lan Wangji didn't even need to touch him to recognize that. He wondered if Wei Wuxian was finally unable to hold it any longer, exploding his anger at Lan Wangji's actions earlier. "Wei Ying." he called, standing up from his desk. He received no reply. "Wei Ying." Lan Wangji called, walking over to the smaller male, whose face was scrunched up into an obvious frown and whose eyes seemed to be fuming. "Wei Ying, focus your attention." he tried again, noticing that Chen Qing was being gripped fiercely in Wei Wuxian's hand.

Slowly, Lan Wangji turned the smaller male to face him, a flash of concern washing over his face. It did appear that Wei Wuxian was mad at him, and even words couldn't describe his feelings at the moment, regardless of how good Wei Wuxian was at manipulating them. Lan Wangji looked away, feeling a deep sense of shame wash over him. His ears turned pink again as he tried to find the correct words to say. "Earlier...I was wrong..." he eventually said, then dropping his arms back to his side, not wanting to aggravate the smaller male even further.

@Lan Wangji "Be careful," Lan Wangji said, and Wei Wuxian swore he almost heard uncertainty in the other's voice.

"It's Cloud Recesses. How unsafe can it get here?" Wei Wuxian grinned, tying his sash tight around his waist. It felt like it did some good to his lower back, which was now aching so much Wei Wuxian couldn't decide if it was pain or numbness. "See you later, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian scooped Chenqing up off the bed table when he laid eyes on it. He found himself often forgetting his flute recently, only remembering to tuck it against his belt if he saw it lying around.

On his way to the back mountain, Wei Wuxian retied his hair, gathering all of it into a single high ponytail, leaving loose bits too short to be tied up to frame his face. It was, to put it simply, rather careless. In his previous life, Wei Wuxian was always careful with his hair at the insistence of his shijie, who he wholly credited when named one of the handsome cultivators of the regions. It was longer than now, and always half-done-up so inky hair spilled down his back like a waterfall. Now that he didn't have such a reputation to uphold anymore, nor did anyone even care for the Yiling Patriarch after the whole Jin Guangyao scandal, Wei Wuxian did not care for /image/. He just wanted his hair out of his face.

Lil Apple brayed indignantly when Wei Wuxian approached him, biting and snapping when the young man tried to rub the donkey's nose. "Hey! Lil Apple, didn't you miss me?" The animal stomped his hooves, as if understanding, and turned away from Wei Wuxian, his backside facing his master. "Turn back here!" Wei Wuxian demanded, moving so he could plant himself in front of Lil Apple's field of vision. The hour passed with Wei Wuxian failing to elicit some sort of affection from Lil Apple. He gave up, remembering his promise to return shortly to Lan Wangji, and patted Lil Apple's rump in goodbye.

On his trek back toward the main pavilion, he looked up from the dirt path to meet eyes with no other Gusu elder than Lan Qiren. Despite Wei Wuxian's grievances toward the elder with how they clashed the other night, he straightened up before he bowed respectfully, arms outstretched. When he lifted his head again, he was taken aback by the other. Lan Qiren's face was so full of /hatred/ and disgust, Wei Wuxian wasn't even sure if he'd ever had anyone look at him like that before, even when he was the famed and feared Yiling Patriarch. He nearly stumbled back a step before bowing his head again, waiting for Lan Qiren to pass him before he continued on his way back to the Silent Chamber.

Wei Wuxian was tensing up at an alarming rate since his encounter with Lan Wangji's uncle. By the time he reached the Silent Chamber, a dark, moody aura surrounded him, and he slid the door open with so much force it banged against the frame. Closing it with just as much exertion, Wei Wuxian yanked Chenqing out of his sash, stalking towards the bed without so much as a glance toward Lan Wangji. His hand closed around his flute in a fist, and he stood over the bed with his back to his lover, wondering if it was a good idea to break Chenqing in half with the bed frame.

He hated that he was feeling like this again all of a sudden, like something just /ticked/ inside of him. In Lan Qiren's eyes, Wei Wuxian would never be enough for Gusu, for Cloud Recesses, for Lan Wangji. Most of the time, Wei Wuxian didn't think he was, either, but he was here to atone for his sins, now, wasn't he? He was here for Lan Zhan, who was so full of joy when Wei Wuxian finally agreed to return to Cloud Recesses with him. It was understandable that Lan Qiren disliked him, but it didn't make the disapproval hurt any less. If it were any other elder, Wei Wuxian might not have cared, but he was Lan Wangji's closest thing to a father figure.

Wei Wuxian was so immersed in his thoughts he barely noticed how his shoulders raised slightly, defensively, and his breaths were deep and ragged. His clutch on Chenqing had tightened, the muscles in his hand so tense he couldn't find the strength to relax them. To have Lan Wangji's family hate him, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but think he should have never come into Cloud Recesses, between Lan Wangji and his family, in the first place.

@Wei Wuxian He wasn't sure if it was relief or an even deeper sense of guilt that washed over him when the smaller male threw his arms around Lan Wangji, murmuring that he was only kidding. That genuine reaction from earlier really didn't sound like Wei Wuxian wasn't angry, which only concerned Lan Wangji further. What if the smaller male was just trying to make him feel better? He creased his brows, wanting to protest when Wei Wuxian said he would do the cleaning, though he was in no state to be moving around. Still, with the little pat on his cheek, Lan Wangji seemed to fall into another trance, giving a small nod of his head to show understanding.

When the smaller male returned to him, Lan Wangji threw his arms out to support the smaller male as he stumbled back to the bed. He watched intensely as Wei Wuxian cleaned him, searing gaze unable to move from the smaller figure shuffling beneath him. Lan Wangji blinked a few times, following Wei Wuxian as the other pressed another kiss to his lips and started to redress himself. "I'm just going to visit Lil Apple, I will be back soon. Can I?" the smaller male murmured, the tenderness in his voice still unnerving Lan Wangji to some extent.

"En." the older male finally managed to reply, a lost expression panned across his face as he watched Wei Wuxian turn out to leave, "Be careful." he said as the other's back disappeared from view. It took him another few moments to recollect himself, but then he realized that Wei Wuxian just needed some time alone again, especially after what Lan Wangji did to him. Deciding he would respect the smaller's personal space, Lan Wangji went back to his desk, sitting down to collect his thoughts before he started to grade assignments again.

Meanwhile, Lan Qiren had just finished a meeting with the sect elders. They had been discussing some affairs about the annual study, many of them complimenting Lan Wangji's ability to succeed his Uncle, and doing so well in his first year of teaching too. Lan Qiren had felt a sense of satisfaction upon hearing those words, at least being reassured that the elders still approved of his second nephew, despite the many scandals that had been happening around him. As he strolled back to his personal chambers, Lan Qiren passed by the back mountains of the Cloud Recesses, stopping in his tracks as he came across a very unwelcome sight.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian's heart crumpled at Lan Wangji's wilted tone of voice. He sat up immediately to be pulled into the other's arms, his hands curling around Lan Wangji's arms and shoulders, wherever he could reach. "Lan Zhan," he said, his voice scratchy and not sounding like him at all. "I didn't mean it. I'm not angry, don't apologize to me. We said before, between us, there's no need for this."

Seeing Lan Wangji's still furlong expression, Wei Wuxian held him down at his suggestion. "I'll clean," he offered, patting Lan Wangji's cheek. "Be good and stay." Lan Wangji was always the one washing him up and pampering him after their bouts of intimacy, and Wei Wuxian would just pass out. This time, seeing how small Lan Wangji's hesitance made him, Wei Wuxian wanted to coo and swaddle him (even if Lan Wangji did just torture him for a solid incense's worth of time). On shaky legs, Wei Wuxian staggered a few steps, his stained robes flowing out and billowing around him. The water in the basin was cold, but Wei Wuxian did not have enough patience at the moment to wait for it to boil.

Returning with a half-wrung cloth, Wei Wuxian's legs gave out and he collapsed onto the bed beside Lan Wangji. With more care than he'd ever handled anything, he pulled Lan Wangji's robes further apart and began to drag the cloth over the smooth, unmarked skin of his abdomen and groin, careful when he wiped around the sensitive member. He paused with his cleaning to lean forward and press a chaste kiss to Lan Wangji's tender lips. "Don't dwell on it, okay?" Wiping the last of the off Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian folded the cloth the way other way and mopped himself off lazily, wincing when his wrist brushed against his red and raw .

Slipping off his robes, Wei Wuxian began to dress himself in a clean set, combing through his unruly hair with his fingers. "I'm just going to visit Lil Apple," he said, approaching Lan Wangji and touching his fingertips to the other's white cheek. "I will be back soon. Can I?"

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji could only guess at the intensity of the that wracked through Wei Wuxian's body, the smaller male having pushed himself off as he released, body convulsing uncontrollably. It was also obvious how sensitive the smaller male bad become just from this stimulation, and Lan Wangji almost regretted doing what he did. This time, he couldn't blame it on Wei Wuxian's words, asking him to do such a thing, because indeed, the smaller male had said no such thing. Wei Wuxian had only challenged him to give a better punishment earlier. He didn't specify what Lan Wangji should be doing. This time, it was all Lan Wangji's own idea, and he wondered if he had just done something that he wouldn't be able to redeem himself for.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian exclaimed, "What on earth is wrong with you?!"

"I-" Lan Wangji started, but then realizing that he didn't have an answer to that question. He had really let his jealousy take him over today, which made it all the more unforgivable as he thought about just exactly was wrong with him. Ever since that confession, it really appeared than Lan Wangji had changed into a completely different person - and he wondered if that was for the better or not. Sighing softly, he murmured, "I'm sorry." to the smaller male, only taking a guess at how upset Wei Wuxian would be at him right now.

Hesitantly, he reached an arm around the smaller male, pulling him close, "I...couldn't help it." he admitted honestly. His strong grip prevented the smaller male from escaping, regardless of how frustrated he may be with Lan Wangji at the moment. It wasn't the same type of grip as before, where Lan Wangji had been forcefully holding Wei Wuxian down. Rather, this one was just him trying to convey his apologies, his natural arm strength at play.

Inner turmoil plagued Lan Wangji's thoughts as he laid there for a while. Maybe he should revert to his old ways and uphold the Gusu Lan rules as he had been taught. But if he did that, he would be visibly pushing his Wei Ying to the side again, and Lan Wangji couldn't bear to do so. Yet, if he continued to ignore the rules, it appeared that Wei Wuxian was always on the suffering end of the spectrum, as Lan Wangji had yet to grasp a balance between total self-control and the lack thereof. Sighing softly, he sat up a moment later, releasing the smaller male from his arms. Unsure of what he should be doing, or what he had been doing, Lan Wangji murmured, "I'll help you clean up."

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian wanted to punch Lan Wangji or kiss him very hard for thinking of such a torturous idea for him. It would be extremely , he thought, if he could just /watch/ without having to suffer himself. Every against his insides filled him with equal parts pain and pleasure. He was so hot, almost burning feverishly, but the sweat cooling on his skin was painful. His body couldn't seem to agree on one thing, leaving Wei Wuxian rather mentally anguished. He barely noticed Lan Wangji laying them on their sides, his vision hazy from exhaustion. Guttural moans left him when Lan Wangji removed the ribbon around his length and began to /properly/ pleasure him, helping him reach his release.

When Wei Wuxian finally came, it was much more intense than usual. He cried out, shoving Lan Wangji away from him. The other's member slipped out of his abused hole easily, but Wei Wuxian was not even paying enough attention to wince. He curled onto his side, his legs spasm, body twitching as he released into the white mat beneath him. His breaths came deep and laboured, mixed in with wet sobs. It was the most agonizing release Wei Wuxian ever felt, but the pleasure and adrenaline that coursed through his veins along with it might be worth it.

He lay there, limp, as his arousal softened, pulsing out the last bits of white. His face felt heated enough Wei Wuxian had the idea he looked red as a tomato, and suddenly he was embarrassed to look at Lan Wangji in the eyes (possibly ever again). "Lan Zhan," he cried, his voice hoarse. "What on earth is wrong with you?!"

@Wei Wuxian Punishment was punishment for a reason, but ultimately, Lan Wangji decided that he couldn't bear to see tears streaming out of his lover's face so pitifully like so. His hands were resting on Wei Wuxian's hips, watching as the smaller male struggled to pick himself up and plummet back down, striking his sensitive spot out of his own volition. Despite his claims that he didn't want it anymore, Wei Wuxian's body appeared to be at a disconnect with his words. Lan Wangji could feel himself hardening again just from the disconnect of video and audio, eventually his junior standing at full attention at Wei Wuxian's disposal again.

"Lan Zhan! Isn't this enough? I was wrong, okay?" Wei Wuxian finally admitted, which brought a sense of satisfaction about Lan Wangji. It appeared his message had been transferred successfully.

"En. If you know, then that's good." he replied, a small smile on his face as he gazed at the helpless male affectionately. In the next moment, he gave another tug at the ribbon, letting the blue material undo itself from Wei Wuxian's angry red member. Once the forehead ribbon was set to a side (Lan Wangji had never thrown his forehead ribbon in his life, and he wasn't about to start doing so now), he gripped onto Wei Wuxian's hips again, pulling the smaller male down on him. Lying them down on their sides, Lan Wangji began to his hips again, sliding in at a different angle into the smaller male. This was yet another new position they were trying out, which captured Wei Wuxian's attractiveness in a whole new perspective.

At this point, Lan Wangji was wholely invested in bringing Wei Wuxian to the he had been desperately chasing after. The bigger male held the other tight in his arms, their chests pressed together while he violently ed, landing each attack straight on the most sensitive spot inside the smaller's body. It didn't matter how much Wei Wuxian wanted to moan at this point, Lan Wangji would take sole responsibility for it, as he now had full confidence that Wei Ying knew who he belonged to.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian's pitiful expression turned into seething. He growled when Lan Wangji dared to kiss him after he emptied himself inside of Wei Wuxian while simultaneously blocking Wuxian from doing the same. His length twitched against his stomach, but nothing else, no matter how much Wei Wuxian tried to will it. It was barely fun anymore, but Wei Wuxian was determined to stick it out until Lan Wangji decided it was enough.

It took a lot of effort to roll his hips even a little, his slick and coated insides sensitive to every little brush of Lan Wangji's against him. He buried his face into Lan Wangji's neck to hide his flushed and red face, his breaths ragged and hot against his lover's skin. Lifting himself up halfway, Wei Wuxian dropped himself back onto Lan Wangji's lap, making a strangled noise as he inadvertently impaled himself. Right then and there, Wei Wuxian decided he changed his mind, and he could not handle it until Lan Wangji released him anymore.

"I don't want it," Wei Wuxian whimpered, hastily wiping at his eyes and cheeks, his tears mixing with his sweat. Despite his refusal, his body moved on its own, as if stuck in a trance, bouncing and rocking slowly over Lan Wangji's slowly hardening arousal. "Lan Zhan! Isn't this enough? I was wrong, okay?"

@Wei Wuxian This was one of those times when Wei Wuxian's mouth was working his in favor. It took quite a bit of willpower for Lan Wangji to not give in to the smaller's requsts, especially the way the other was pleading so pitifully and calling him "Gege" so sweetly. The older male simply shook his head each time, continuing his s without doing anything with the ribbon as he chased after his own release.

The pleas and the visuals all aided Lan Wangji in , and with a little gasp that was only audible Wei Wuxian, the bigger male finally released into the abused entrance, filling it up with warm fluids. It took him a while to calm down from his high, having to rut his hips against Wei Wuxian for a while in order to milk himself of his release. Lan Wangji groaned softly as he kissed the frustrated male beneath him, who was probably very /jealous/ right now of what he couldn't have.

As much as he was tempted to undo the ribbon, Lan Wangji didn't. Rather, he picked up the smaller male, sitting back just as Wei Wuxian had wanted him to do before. Wei Wuxian's body was almost limp in his hold, what with the smaller feeling drained from the teasing and denial of reaching his . Once in their new upright position, Lan Wangji could see the smaller male sinking down onto his shaft, impaling himself deeply. He looked at his partner, a flicker of tender feelings for the smaller flashing in his eyes before it disappeared, "If you want (to release), help yourself." he husked against the smaller, once again starting to press kisses to Wei Wuxian's chest again.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian felt his release building up again with Lan Wangji railing him into the hard bed beneath him and the way the ribbon around his length kept him on his toes. However, it seemed that each time he neared his impending release, teetering off the edge, it would die away. The lack of relief frustrated Wei Wuxian. He his breaths came in short pants and sweat formed in a thin sheen over his face and neck, adding a musky smell to the air around them. His lips formed pleas, but sound never left his strained throat.

Lan Wangji could break it off any second. Wei Wuxian could see it in his eyes. He leaned into Lan Wangji's hand cupping his cheek, nuzzling his nose against Lan Wangji's palm. "Lan Er gege," he rasped, a shudder running through him. He was burning up on the inside, yet the sweat cooling on his skin was contradicting the warmth his body wanted to emit. With a trembling hand, Wei Wuxian dragged the back of his hand across his forehead, breathing raggedly. "Ge, have mercy, please- I was wrong, okay?" Wei Wuxian was totally wrong to tease and challenge Lan Wangji, because now the older man seemed intent on /breaking/ him before letting him go. "I was wrong, so spare me, gege-"

Wei Wuxian swallowed hard, his babbling becoming incoherent as Lan Wangji relentlessly into his swollen entrance, bruising his insides easily. Another glance downward, and Wei Wuxian was horrified to see how sad his own member looked, red and angry, swollen and leaking. "Ge, are you planning on castrating me?" Wei Wuxian wailed, the back of his head hitting the bed and tears rolling down the sides of his face. It was the most euphoric yet dissatisfying feeling in the world, being edged and teased like he was. He had no idea Lan Wangji was capable of such a dirty thought. "Lan Zhan, enough, please!"

@Wei Wuxian It appeared that Wei Wuxian's natural, immediate response was to make a move towards the forehead ribbon, wanting to take it off. Lan Wangji swatted the smaller's hands away, giving another hard as he made it clear that the forehead ribbon was there to stay. It seemed Wei Wuxian was quite desperate, even bringing his Uncle into the picture. Still, punishment was punishment, and Lan Wangji was the one in charge of discipline around here.

As much as Wei Wuxian's was building, so was Lan Wangji's. Seeing his lover in such a helpless and compromised position greatly motivated Lan Wangji further towards his own release. He ran a hand down the smaller's cheek, carressing his skin and brushing his hair down, a small, sympathetic glimmer in his eyes as Wei Wuxian was fighting hard for his release.

His pacing also did not slow down, keeping the consistency through and through. With every , it was a reminder to Wei Wuxian that Lan Wangji wanted to be the only one in his mind. Even if he was caught in the act of being jealous, Lan Wangji still wanted that message to be conveyed clearly. He didn't mind what else Wei Wuxian wanted to do, just didn't want this one thing of sharing the other's brain space with...maidens. He later pressed another kiss on Wei Wuxian's bright red lips, apologetic for making the smaller go through the torture, but still carrying it out nonetheless.

@Lan Wangji Quiet down? How many times did Wei Wuxian have to explain himself to the other? He had a mouth and-

Oh. Lan Wangji was actually undoing the ribbon binding his wrists together. Wei Wuxian smiled sweetly in appreciation, all signs of protest and struggle disappearing in an instant as he patiently waited for Lan Wangji to free him. Wei Wuxian's mass of messy hair splayed out around his head like ink stains against the white mat he lay upon. His lips were chewed red and shiny with saliva, his throat hoarse from and shouting. Wei Wuxian was a mess, barely holding himself together for Lan Wangji. But as soon as his hands were unbound, he reached for Lan Wangji's face, taking his cool cheeks in his hands and bringing the other in for a long kiss.

Lan Wangji, that snake. Wei Wuxian couldn't have been happy for longer than a minute when he felt a novel sensation around his arousal. He broke apart from their kiss, glanced down, then back up at Lan Wangji, a dramatized expression of betrayal muddling his features. Wei Wuxian involuntarily let out another sob, twitching in Lan Wangji's hand. "Not like that," he tried to correct the older, his now freed hands tugging weakly on Lan Wangji's forearms as fastidious hands wrapped the ribbon around the base of , squeezing tight enough Wei Wuxian thought he was going to pass out. His lower back was beginning to ache up a storm with the way Lan Wangji plowed into his bottom, but he was trapped with no escape any way he twisted and turned.

"I only said take it off! I didn't say put it back on! Lan Zhan, /please/!" he choked out, pupils blowing out in panic. Even Wei Wuxian, shameless and knowledgable as he was, had no idea what Lan Wangji wanted to do. He made a move for the ribbon, wanting to tug it off his angry arousal. "Your uncle will have a heart attack if he knew what you were doing with this!"

@Wei Wuxian There was a part of Wei Wuxian, when triggered, that brought out a feistyness about him. Lan Wangji couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was about a feisty Wei Ying, but he loved that aspect just as much as he loved every other one. When the younger male started to protest against him, which really was to no avail, Lan Wangji couldn't help but bite on his inner lip, fighting down another urge to smile from how adorable his partner could be sometimes. "Don't- take it off! Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxin continued to protest, but not managing for long when his building release had been effectively denied by Lan Wangji's hand.

Lan Wangji didn't move the hand that was around the base of Wei Wuxian's , continuing to hold it there while he obliged the smaller's requests after a while. Giving a gentle tug of the forehead ribbon, it daintily unwound itself from Wei Wuxian's wrists. At least that would stop the loud cries that the smaller male was producing. "Wei Ying." he called his partner softly, "Quiet down." Though it was undeniable that these moans drove Lan Wangji crazy, and he loved being the cause of them, his ears turned pink when Wei Wuxian got a bit too loud. Lan Wangji had to keep in mind that it was broad daylight outside, meaning that anyone may walk across and anyone could alert the elders that dangerous activity was taking place in Hanguang Jun's Silent Chamber, though he was sure none would dare to step foot inside themselves.

Lan Wangji pressed his lips against Wei Wuxian's for a moment, wanting it to serve as a distraction, and also just because he loved to kiss Wei Wuxian in the midst of their session, swallowing all the lewd moans that the smaller was capable of producing. Once he had gotten the ribbon out of Wei Wuxian's sight, Lan Wangji's hands worked it around the smaller's member, the length of the ribbon circling around Wei Wuxian's red, angry many times. Lan Wangji had purposely tied it with a little more pressure than usually, as it would be the replacement for his hand. Tying it at the end with a knot that wouldn't come off easily, he then broke the kiss, pressing one softer one on Wei Wuxian's lips. He continued to , waiting for the smaller male to realize what was going on.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian reached up to brush beads of sweat away from Lan Wangi's face, his breaths coming quicker as he easily built up his high. His free hand s between their bodies and he languidly d himself alongside Lan Wangji's determined s, his bangs bouncing into his face with the forceful movements. With the help of the oils, Wei Wuxian adjusted easily, but the violent jostle from Lan Wangji's hip slamming into his bottom shocked him through and through.

Lan Wangji loved that forehead ribbon of his. Too much, might Wei Wuxian say. It was always either wrapped around Lan Wangji's forehead or its new place: around Wei Wuxian's wrists. The younger man, of course, was not so fond of it. It was , sure, but he didn't care for kinks. He wanted to touch and appreciate and /love/ Lan Wangji wholly, in every way he could. And how could he do that with his hands always bound or pinned?

"No," Wei Wuxian protested crossly, putting up a vicious fight when Lan Wangji wrapped the cloth around his wrist. Thin as it seemed, it was made of such a tough fabric Wei Wuxian would accuse there be dark magic surrounding the forehead ribbons of Gusu, if he believed in such a thing like magic. "Don't- take it off! Lan Zhan!" His words were cut off by a loud moan when Lan Wangji's hands gripped the base of his length firmly, putting a firm end to his building . His cry of protest was guttural, almost wild. "Lan Zhan!" he shouted, the beautiful sounds of a /name/ ripping out of his throat. "Untie me! Now!"

@Wei Wuxian It appeared that Wei Wuxian was really out to today, the smaller male challenging Lan Wangji to give him more despite his disheveled appearance and panting voice. Still, who was Lan Wangji to not cater to his Wei Ying's requests? If Wei Wuxian wanted more, the older male would be happy to deliver. Afterall, he did say this was supposed to be a punishment. For the next few moments, Lan Wangji did nothing out of the ordinary, continuing to rapidly and mercilessly into the pink entrance. There was a thin layer of sweat forming on his face, indicator of just how hard he was plowing into the smaller's body.

Considering that his hair had been greatly tousled by Wei Wuxian's fingers, Lan Wangji didn't feel it out of the ordinary to let it down. With a swift tug at the metal plating of his forehead ribbon, it came undone from his hair, the long ribbon ready to be used for a different purpose once more. SInce he had been previously pinning Wei Wuxian down with nowhere to move, his hands were somewhat preoccupied. Now, he easily tied the ribbon around the other's wrists, again, limiting Wei Wuxian's free range of motion with his hands.

He wrapped a hand around Wei Wuxian's length, giving it a few just for good measure, knowing that the younger male would get his hopes high off of this action. However, after a few runs along the , Lan Wangji's fingers stopped at the base. Applying a light pressure against the base, his eyes finally met Wei Wuxian's again and one look alone conveyed what it was he had in mind. The grip he had tightened around the slick shaft, but his s didn't stop. In fact, they may have even gotten rougher, if that was possible.

@Lan Wangji Lan Wangji was so /hard/. Wei Wuxian stiffened when he felt the warm tip poke against his burning entrance, lifting his head to watch. It was a much too stimulating sight, the way Lan Wangji sank into him, the way they connected in more than one way. He let out a long cry, his head dropping and hitting the bed hard. "Ge," he drawled out, his hips shifting in a futile attempt to get Lan Wangji fully sheathed inside him. "Lan Zhan..."

Wei Wuxian was so tense his body trembled beneath Lan Wangji's. He cried out softly with each powerful , his vision swimming before him. Only Lan Wangji's gorgeous face was in focus, something Wei Wuxian was hugely appreciative of. Even though his eyes shut against his will often, whenever he opened them again, they would focus on Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji's mouth was soft pressed against Wei Wuxian's , but his teeth were unforgiving to Wei Wuxian's sensitive buds. His whining and became noticeably louder and more choked when Lan Wangji on his chest, his back arching to push more of himself into Lan Wangji's mouth. His body was rocked to the rhythm Lan Wangji set, giving an extra reason for Wei Wuxian to cry out. It was intense, and too much so. Wei Wuxian could not even try and hold back the noises elicited from him in fear of his heart bursting if he did not do anything about it.

Carefully, Wei Wuxian wound his arm around Lan Wangji's neck, his free hand pushing into Lan Wangji's silky soft hair and ruining the carefully tied braids and elegant structure of the entire thing. A jolt of pleasure rushed through him when Lan Wangji's tongue flicked against his other , and his grip on Lan Wangji's hair tightened, it up near the scalp. "Come on," he pleaded, half out of breath. "Is that all you got, Lan Er? Surely, for all that talk, you must have more up your sleeve-"

@Wei Wuxian At the first breach of Wei Wuxian's tight ring of muscles, it seemed as though his engorged manhood was going to have a hard time pushing itself all the way in. The orifice was so tight that there was a great amount of pressure on his , drawing out a long sigh from Lan Wangji. However, he knew that they would both adjust eventually, thus he continued to sink his way inside, not stopping until his length was majorly sheathed within Wei Wuxian. "Lan Er Gege, gentle, please." the smaller male had cooed at him, pleading with him in such a demure voice that Lan Wangji didn't move at all until he felt Wei Wuxian relaxing under him. He was trying his best, but when he twitched inside the smaller male, it was not because he had willed to.

Lowering himself so that his partner would be able to touch him, as Wei Wuxian always claimed that he wanted to do, Lan Wangji then began with a rhythmic ing, sliding in and out smoothly, not giving any startling jerks or ruts against the smaller male yet. He couldn't take his eyes off Wei Wuxian, the smaller male having captivated him completely, everything from his moans to facial expressions and his roaming hands along Lan Wangji's body. As he managed to draw out more of the moans that made the blood rush to his ears and the heat on his face, Lan Wangji's s became evidently more impactful, more forceful.

As if he had been unfairly deprived, the bigger male took advantage of Wei Wuxian's vulnerability. Pushing the smaller's legs to the side so his chest was revealed once more, starting to nip and bite at the smaller's chest hungrily again. He took a pink in his mouth, grazing his teeth against the nub before ling on it tenderly, repeating the same to the other one. Then he moved lower, running his lips along Wei Wuxian's chest and stomach, leaving another round of teeth marks on the other's skin. Still, none place was better for Lan Wangji than the smaller's neck and shoulders, which was the ultimate destination. Having Wei Wuxian moan so sultrily and pitifully under him seemed to only feed more into Lan Wangji's desires for the smaller male, and without any sympathy, he continued his ing, leaving minimal room to catch a breath between each one.

Wei Wuxian tensed when he felt a second finger slip inside him, gasping lightly as he reached out to anchor himself off Lan Wangji's shoulders. The way the fingers stretched and worked him open always felt like a novel sensation to the younger man. Reflexively, Wei Wuxian always became rather rigid when he had something hard and foreign poking around inside him. His fingernails dug into Lan Wangji's clothed shoulders, hard even to leave crescent marks from his fingernails. Wei Wuxian was already leaking clear liquid off the tip of his arousal by the time Lan Wangji pulled his fingers out, preparing to penetrate him with something much thicker. Lan Wangji's silky robes brushed against Wei Wuxian's bare thighs, sending a shiver rippling across his skin.

Watching Lan Wangji undo his sash and open up the front of his robes and was cathartic. Wei Wuxian's breath hitched, and he dragged his fingertips in a gentle graze over his chest, brushing against the Wen brand mark. "Lan Zhan," he whispered, his attention completely captivated by Lan Wangji's impressive stature, from his jade-like face all the way down to, well... Wei Wuxian ran his tongue across his lip in anticipation.

The younger man swore he heard his back crack when Lan Wangji lifted his hips up, forcing him to bend in half so his hole, red and puffy, was raised to Lan Wangji’s liking. He swallowed a surprised gasp, his toes curling in the air instead. “Gentle,” he pleaded whilst he watched the older line himself up with his entrance. “Lan Er Gege, gentle, please.” Lan Wangji, of course, was anything but. In fact, Wei Wuxian was not sure if there was ever a time they went soft and slow, but whatever Lan Wangji liked, Wei Wuxian was willing. His hands reached for Lan Wangji's face his, arms, his hands, wanting to hold this beautiful man, now and forever.

@Wei Wuxian "I thought I was being punished, Lan Zhan- what is this supposed to be?"

Even when he was in a compromised position, Wei Wuxian's playful personality always shone brightly. Lan Wangji made a small "hng" noise, immediately jabbing a second finger in along with the first when he heard those words. He had learned a while back that there was such a motion as scissoring his fingers to create pleasure while stretching the smaller's entrance, that two digits could also elicit delectable moans as well. As his fingers went through and refamiliarized themselves with the action, Lan Wangji's pale eyes met Wei Wuxian's deep, dark ones. Seeing how the smaller had teared up, Lan Wangji's gaze seemed to waver just momentarily. He leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to each other other's eyelids, literally kissing the tears away.

Eventually, a third finger had been added, but it seemed that Wei Wuxian was beyond the preparation phase at this point, his standing proudly between himself and Lan Wangji. Usually, Lan Wangji liked it when the smaller took the initiative to start fumbling with his sashes, tearing at the fabric of his robes to undress him. However, since he had effectively pinned Wei Wuxian down, Lan Wangji wanted to keep it like that for the moment, taking his hands off the other for just a moment to undo his own sash and let the robes undo themselves. His own length was standing tall and erect, the tip glistening and moist from his own fluids. He poured a little more oil onto his fingers, rubbing it against Wei Wuxian's entrance.

Lan Wangji was peculiar about one thing, which was that he didn't particularly like touching himself. He had no qualms about touching Wei Wuxian anywhere and everywhere, but it wasn't the same when it came to his own manhood. Thus, during penetration, Lan Wangji had yet to recall a time that he had taken ahold of his own shaft and guided it into Wei Wuxian's entrance. Rather, he just let it find its own way, and on occasion when the smaller's hands weren't tied up with something else (or literally), he would grab it and guide Lan Wangji in also.

His hard didn't take long today, as it had been deprived enough to proactively take its chances when given. Lan Wangji felt the tight ring of muscles tighten around as it slipped in, the smaller male clenching down on him tightly. He gave a minimal amount of time to adjust, making sure to press Wei Wuxian's legs back against his chest as he usually did. Positioning himself so that he was angled in a convenient way to his hips downwards, Lan Wangji effectively trapped the smaller male underneath him, not giving him any wiggle room. His skin was hot, his ears were pink, and he could feel Wei Wuxian's small puffs of breaths against him, all of which contributed to the desire gnawing within him. It was like an itch, and the only way to satiate the itch was to pin his lover down and roughly take him.