For Wei Ying

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan cannot stop staring at the paneling. Wei Ying's sketches, while beautiful, did not do justice to the finished product. The carvings soothe an ache in his chest for home, for something of Gusu that is not tied to the myriad of painful memories the place now holds. The renderings of home with the inlay of lotus for Wei Ying's own complicated and much missed home make this place seem more their's than even the oversized, frankly indulgent bed tucked behind a sliding screen.

It is cruel that Lord Turgon disappeared right as he had finished his work on their home and Lan Zhan regrets he had not been more profuse with his thanks.

He will try not to make that mistake again, taking for granted what they have. This will be their first, official night in the new house. He'd moved the last of his belongings from his room and has spent the rest of the day organizing their few possessions into an orderly system he has no doubt Wei Ying will undo, immediately. Their kitchen lacks many of the modern conveniences of Odinhaus but he prefers it, prefers its familiarity. There is a pot of stew simmering, red and rich with spice for Wei Ying's first night and candles lit and scattered throughout the house. The evening is mild and the doors thrown open to allow the fresh air to circulate.

He thinks he has never loved a space so much as this, not since the last time he'd said goodbye to his mother in her own home. It feels like home in a way he was not aware a physical place could. It feels the way Wei Ying feels to him.

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[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan pulls a small container of rice and greens he'd made up earlier off the shelf in answer and adds a small pile of ginger, feeling indulgent.

The door facing the river is open and the breeze is gentle as he settles at their small table with his food, happy to wait to eat to hear more from Wei Ying.

"Does Wei Ying wish me to know what he has brought?"

[yiling_laozu]

Sitting across from Lan Zhan with his own bowl, Wei Wuxian shows him a coy smile. "I suspect you will discover it soon enough," is all he says, eying him as he shoves a large spoonful into his mouth. His eyes close, and he groans. "So spicy, Lan Zhan. It's perfect."

[lan_wangji]

He narrows his eyes but says nothing for several long moment as they eat, determined to stick to the very important rule of no talking while eating, even if Wei Ying likely never will.

There is a difference between the strict rules of Gusu Lan and manners.

However, he can only wait so long.

"Is it something I will like?" he asks, having fully set down all utensils. He does not think Wei Ying would bring something he would dislike, exactly, but a surprise supplied by Wei Ying could be many different things.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian just continues to smile at him. "I think so," he allows eventually, knowing quite well that the method by which Wei Wuxian acquired his surprise will incense Lan Zhan. Actually, that...might produce a favorable result of its own. He decides to mull it over, chewing as he ponders.

He glances up at Lan Zhan through his lashes. "Is stew and wine all you have brought?"

[lan_wangji]

"No," he murmurs, eyes still narrowed as Wei Ying looks all too pleased with himself. He glances back towards their small bedroom before primly taking up his chopsticks once again.

"Oil. Intimate oil."

With that he pops another bite of rice into his mouth, eyes fixed on Wei Ying's face. He did not want to presume anything, but from what he remembers from the day of his fever, Wei Ying had the same desires he has. It seemed fitting to be prepared.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's cheeks darken, but he continues to chew, swallowing one mouthful and jamming in another. For a man who doesn't consume meat, Lan Zhan is very good at handling it.

"It seems our surprises are in accordance," he says, his eyes likewise fixed on Lan Zhan's own.

[lan_wangji]

"Hmm," Lan Zhan hums, ears giving him away as they always do even as he primly set his chopsticks down to fold his fingers around his cup, sipping his tea slowly and evenly.

He is entirely unsure what else they could need aside from the oil and is intrigued enough that sitting perfectly still is a feat. He wants to sweep the food out of the way, wants to leap over the table and press Wei Ying to the floor. But none of that can show, not yet, not during dinner.

[yiling_laozu]

For once, Wei Wuxian offers no quick rejoinder, eating yet another bite of the stew as they stare at each other. After a moment more, he sets down the bowl, tugging at his collar to loosen his robes. They open slightly, revealing a little more of the red inner robe beneath the black ones, looking just a bit different than usual.

Smiling to himself, Wei Wuxian picks the bowl up for another bite. He'd intended to blame the spicy stew for making him warm, but Lan Zhan's gaze is entirely to blame.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan's lips part at the glance of something red, bright red and new and deliberate and he is entirely shocked. Every book he'd read focused on the act itself. He's read extensively on anatomy and preparation and positioning but the idea of seduction is entirely foreign.

Apparently not to Wei Ying. He'd not thought once of altering his appearance in any way and cannot stop looking at the way whatever Wei Ying is wearing brushes against his collarbone.

It's too much. He sets down his chopsticks and gathers his bowl and teacup and rises smoothly, setting his dishes on the shelf to be cleaned later. That is against multiple rules but he cannot care.

"Put your bowl down," he murmurs, turning back to Wei Ying.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's mouth forms a perfect O of surprise, watching Lan Zhan stride places his unifinished, unclean dishes on the shelf with no seeming intention of dealing with them. "Lan Zhan," he chides, tilting his head until the fabric slips further, showing off a white collarbone. "We will get insects."

[lan_wangji]

"Do not care," he bites out, striding over and snatching the bowl out of Wei Ying's hand to set it down, firmly. He drops to his knees, fingers reaching out to brush against the soft, sheer fabric.

"What is this?" he breathes, crowding Wei Ying and only half caring that they may not make it into the bedroom, after all. He can see a hint of pale skin underneath the fabric and it is entirely indecent.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian blinks, and though he'd expected Lan Zhan to hold out a little longer, he's pleased with his victory all the same. "Something new," he says, letting Lan Zhan press closer. "Something I had made just for you."

He leans in close enough that his lashes brush Lan Zhan's cheek. "It's better seen than described."

[lan_wangji]

He carefully pushes the black, outer robe off one shoulder, revealing just show sheer and red the inner robe is. The idea that Wei Ying walked here in this, that he thought of this and purchased it and walked through town wearing it...

"How?" he breathes, lips moving softly against Wei Ying's jaw as his eyes stay locked onto the jut of his collarbone. "How did you think of this? I've never - I've never even imagined this."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shrugs, allowing the motion to further disturb the black robe so it falls off his other shoulder as well. "I wanted to look nice for you," he says, both honest and coy. It's clearly working - Lan Zhan hasn't even bared the sheer fabric over his chest yet, and he looks red and wanting when he pulls back to look at him.

"So I bought something special. Do you like it?"

[lan_wangji]

"Mm," he hums, fingers swiftly undoing the belt of Wei Ying's black robes and pushing them aside to see Wei Ying's torso fully on display. He can just see the cut of bone and muscle underneath the fabric and has he runs his hands down Wei Ying's chest, he marvels at how smooth the fabric feels.

"Never seen anything like this," he whispers before leaning in to kiss his way down Wei Ying's belly. He can feet the heat of his skin through the cool fabric. He shoves the robe the rest of the way off Wei Ying's legs.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian breathes in, startled but pleased by the speed with which Lan Zhan's fingers roam over him. He pulls the black robes wide, and Wei Wuxian bites his lip, trying not to react too swiftly to the warmth of Lan Zhan's broad hands.

"I thought about you the entire time I was dressing myself," he admits, reaching out to tug away Lan Zhan's forehead ribbon.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan cannot help the soft moan as Wei Ying pulls his ribbon away, even after months of having this. It's so intimate, so much more now that Wei Ying understands its significance and knows he is the only person allowed to touch it in such a way.

He presses his now bare forehead against Wei Ying's side and bites at the flair of his hip he can just see through the red fabric.

"Want to watch you dress every morning. Want to watch you cover what is only mine to see."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian hisses at the press of teeth, hips arching forward against Lan Zhan's mouth. He winds the ribbon through his fingers and around his wrist, clutching at it when Lan Zhan bites unerringly against the bruise he'd left on Wei Wuxian's skin the last time.

"You will turn me as purple as an eggplant," he says, but it doesn't sound like a complaint.

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying likes it," he murmurs, untying the lurid, inner robe to get at bare skin. Both robes still hang off Wei Ying's arms but Lan Zhan is too impatient to undress him properly, applying his teeth to the soft skin of Wei Ying's belly.

"You are so beauti-," he chokes, looking down as he finally gets both robes pushes away to reveal everything.

His fingers tighten on sharp hipbones, raising his eyes in shock. "You walked through town like this?" he murmurs, eyes wide and wanting.

[yiling_laozu]

Not quite expecting to be bare so soon either, Wei Wuxian yelps, but recovers with a grin. "I liked it," he admits. "I felt quite free. And obscene," he adds, and that doesn't sound like a complaint either. It had been nearly as exciting as flying on his sword for the first time.

"I thought of you waiting here for me, while I walked among all of them to get to you."

[lan_wangji]

"Shameless," Lan Zhan growls, pulling Wei Ying up and into his lap as he pushes up for a kiss. He is still entirely clothed but he could do this all night, worshiping him just like this.

Lan Zhan reaches up to pull his own hair free before wrapping his arms around Wei Ying's waist and sighing against his mouth.

"Mine. This is all mine. No one should even have been allowed near you in such a robe."

[yiling_laozu]

Not entirely certain Lan Zhan wouldn't stab anyone whose eyes beheld his journey here, Wei Wuxian resolves never to put names to faces, winding his arms around Lan Zhan's neck instead. "Have what is yours, then," he tells him, heart hammering in his breast. Lan Zhan's mouth is so warm, so near to his own, and Wei Wuxian kisses it, tugging that pouty bottom lip between his teeth.

"Take me to bed, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

He complies immediately with a nod, securing his arms around Wei Ying's hips before standing, keeping his legs wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist.

Wei Ying is too light and he makes a note to be sure to feed him more before the night is over. He will cook for him every morning and every night and then take him to bed, just like this.

It is a short walk to their small room and he cannot help but crawl right in after laying Wei Ying down in their ridiculously large bed. "Wei Ying looks good in our bed," he murmurs, running his fingers across his bare chest.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan tumbles him onto the sheets, and Wei Wuxian sucks in a short breath, back arching to press his skin against Lan Zhan's calloused fingertips. "Lan Zhan looks good everywhere," he says, thrilling a little to be almost bare while Lan Zhan is still nearly pristine in all his robes. Only his hair and ribbon are undone, and Wei Wuxian brings the narrow cloth to his lips, sucking on the metal wisps of clouds that mark the center of his headband.

He means to tease, but ends up teasing himself as well, groaning as he imagines an entire, uninterrupted night in this bed with Lan Zhan.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan sucks in a sharp breath as Wei Ying does the most indecent thing he has ever seen. He is shocked not only by the act of Wei Ying's putting his mouth on the ribbon but by how much he likes it.

Wei Ying deserves worship.

He pushes on Wei Ying's knees to spread them and lowers himself, peppering his hips with kisses as his fingers dig into Wei Ying's pale thighs. "You're mine," he breathes as his lips brush over a sharp hipbone. "Every night, in this bed, you're mine."