For Wei Ying - Fuck Tub

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji is not entirely sure that Wei Ying has noticed what he has built. He knows Wei Ying has observed the building process, of course, as Lan Wangji has been bringing home wood and metal and various materials for weeks, spending hours down by the river working. He is just not certain Wei Ying has paid enough attention to notice the point of it all.

No matter. The surprise will be even more enjoyable and the light layer of snow that fell the previous night only adds to the ambiance. The construction had been simple enough and he is pleased to find something close to a proper tub in this new place. The last of the sealant dried last night so there is only lighting the fire and pumping the water from the river, angling the flow of water precisely to fill it in a short time.

He nods to himself, hand testing the temperature before walking back up to the house to retrieve his beloved. He knocks on Wei Ying's office door, steeling himself for whatever may be happening inside. He has thought many times about simply removing the door but wars with himself over Wei Ying's right to privacy.

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[yiling_laozu]

Already halfway there before the knock, Wei Wuxian throws open the door with a bright grin, immediately thrusting his open palm before Lan Wangji's face. "Lan Zhan! Look! I have made an energy that will never run out!"

The little orb of light in his palm pulses and glows, brighter and softer and brighter again, and then all at once, winks out as if it were never there. Wei Wuxian's face falls.

"Aiya. I thought I had it this time."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji's eyes are trained wearily on the pulsating energy, a barrage of questions ready about the source, nature and stability but none of that matters once Wei Ying's face falls into disappointment.

"Am sure Wei Ying will get it back," he assures, reaching out to rest a hand on Wei Ying's arm. "Would you like a break? Have something to show you."

[yiling_laozu]

"But I worked on it all day," whines Wei Wuxian softly, rubbing his palm as if to summon it back. In truth it's all he's worked on for many days, and he stretches suddenly, feeling every knob in his spine crack.

"I suppose I'm due a break," he laughs at the morbid sound, winding his arms around Lan Wangji's instead. "Unless Hanguang-Jun wants to give a poor, exiled cultivator a backrub?"

[lan_wangji]

"Hanguang-Jun can give Wei Ying a backrub and his surprise at the same time," he answers, now determined to do everything in his power to alleviate Wei Ying's distress. He will not stand for such disappointment on Wei Ying's face. It is intolerable.

He drops a kiss on Wei Ying's forehead before pulling back. "Grab your warm robe and your wine if you would like it," he commands, turning to grab the two bathing cloths he had prepared. "We will be outside."

[yiling_laozu]

"Wine," Wei Wuxian breathes with pleasure. He's been working hard enough that he would not have even eaten without Lan Wangji's intervention - he'd quite forgotten about wine. He exits his workroom and goes into their bedchamber to fetch his robe, only then noticing the cloths in Lan Wangji's hands.

"What are they?"

[lan_wangji]

"We will be getting wet, will need them to dry ourselves," he explains, nodding towards the front door before he turns to walk outside.

"Has Wei Ying recognized what I have been building?" he asks, fairly certain that Wei Ying has recognized very little beyond the effort but not wanting to assume. No one is sharper than Wei Ying when he deigns to pay attention.

[yiling_laozu]

Assuming he means the river, Wei Wuxian shivers preemptively, but he follows, eyes widening at the sight of the large tub now gracing their lawn. The top of it is nearly obscured by the steam rolling off the water, and Wei Wuxian claps in surprise. "You were building," he remembers, enjoying the sheen on Lan Wangji he's seen in the last few days.

Running forward, he lifts onto his toes to try and touch the water. "It looks just like the ones they have in the nice inns!"

[lan_wangji]

"Mm," he confirms, carefully laying the cloths on the small bench he'd built next to the tub as storage and a step up, both. "Water will stay very warm for hours. It is too cold for Wei Ying to enjoy the river, thought this would suffice for now," he explains, fingers quickly gathering his hair to tie in a knot on the top of his head, shoulders scandalously bare.

He would never bare himself like this, certainly had never back home but this is their home and their home has new and different rules. Rules that they both agree on. "We have privacy, here. Thought we could undress and enjoy, together."

[yiling_laozu]

"That will be nice," says Wei Wuxian, drawn immediately to the sight of his Lan Zhan with his hair up, arms wound around his neck so he can hang there and gaze at him. "Enjoying the water where we can see the river."

Not that expects to look away from Lan Wangji very often, not when he is so lovely with his long neck exposed. "And wine. Lan Zhan, I forgot it!"

[lan_wangji]

"Then Wei Ying must be very quick to retrieve it," Lan Wangji suggests, dropping a quick kiss on Wei Ying's mouth before starting to undo his own robes. The bite of the cold air on his bare chest is refreshing

"Wei Ying should hurry and then allow me to put his hair up, for him. Water will aide in me working on your back, as well. Want very much to do those things."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian is loathe to go anywhere and miss Lan Wangji undressing, but he drops a cheeky bow and runs back indoors, only just managing to slip off his dirty shoes after he crosses the threshold. He's soon slipping them back on with wine in hand, hurrying back to Lan Wangji and the tub.

"Did I miss it?" he calls ahead. "Are you naked?"

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji was, indeed, curling his fingers in his waistband to pull his trousers down when Wei Ying's exclamation rings out, making him briefly wonder how well sound currently travels with leaves off the trees and water nearby.

He pauses, fighting a smile as Wei Ying races down, black robes and black hair tangled and flying behind him.

"It is a sight Wei Ying had just last night," he points out, as if it isn't a revelation every time Wei Ying bares himself.

[yiling_laozu]

"Yes, but that was by candlelight," Wei Wuxian points out, arriving breathless at his side. "And now it is daylight. I aim to see you nude in every sort of light, Lan Zhan," he says, gaze now shamelessly dropping to Lan Wangji's waistband.

"Lan Zhan is very beautiful. If I was home, I would never tire of boasting to everyone we know."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying would do no such thing," he murmurs, arching an eyebrow in warning as he pushes his trousers down, feeling cold air on every intimate part of himself, an entirely new sensation. He has never felt more bold than he does with Wei Ying, on property they own, with privacy he has assured with spells and talismans of both their own making.

He curls his toes in the shallow dusting of snow and reaches out to start untying Wei Ying's belt.

"But if I were one to boast of such things, tales of Wei Ying would be told all over the cultivation world."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian waves to his dear friend, but then Lan Wangji's hands are on him, undoing his robes with more efficiency than Wei Wuxian possesses, and he doesn't protest. "Once, perhaps," he laughs, letting Lan Wangji push his robes from his scrawny shoulders.

"I've been mostly bones since the Burial Mounds. I don't suppose that's going to change."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying looks beautiful," he argues, pointedly ignoring the gesture towards his most intimate part. Ridiculous.

"And he will now be eating regular meals so there is nothing to prevent him from becoming more healthy." He punctuates the declaration with a kiss to Wei Ying's now bare shoulder before folding his robes neatly next to his own.

He leaves Wei Ying to step out of his own boots and pants and quickly and efficiently enters the tub, pausing for a moment to adjust to the sudden heat, fixing his eyes back on Wei Ying. "Come. Will put your hair up."

[yiling_laozu]

For every mouthful he takes, it feels as if the Yin iron takes two more, but Wei Wuxian has no desire to darken the mood with such an admission. A little sad Lan Wangji hasn't divested him of his trousers, he pushes them down himself, leaving both them and his boots in a heap as he hurries after Lan Wangji.

He laughs a little, batting at the steam like a cat until he can find Lan Wangji within it, looking still and perfect in the water. "Aiya, it's hot!" he half yelps, half groans as the heat sinks into his muscles, relaxing him almost at once. He arrives at Lan Wangji's side and throws his arms back around his neck. "I may fall asleep, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji continues to sit perfectly still through the minor chaos of Wei Ying's arrival into the water until he is close enough to pull into his lap. "Wei Ying will not fall asleep," he promises, leaning in to kiss his forehead before undoing Wei Ying's ribbon.

He starts the process of gathering his hair up, intent on getting full access to any and every uncomfortable spot that he needs to heal. "So Wei Ying approves of the bath?" he asks as his fingers work to tame Wei Ying's wild hair.

[yiling_laozu]

"I might," Wei Wuxian counters, settling comfortably onto Lan Wangji's knees, "I am so comfortable already," but his eyes remain open as Lan Wangji tends to his hair. "It's lovely, Lan Zhan."

Hooking his chin over Lan Wangji's shoulder while he works, Wei Wuxian considers. "I never spent long in the baths before. There wasn't anything to do, you know? But I think this will be nice." He hums. "Soaking with my Lan Zhan. Will you touch me, all the while?" Wei Wuxian pulls back for a short moment. "Even chastely."

[lan_wangji]

"I would spend hours in cold pool for healing and conditioning," he murmurs, long fingers braiding Wei Ying's hair before wrapping it into a knot on the top of his head, tucking errant pieces in place before starting on the ribbon to secure it.

He is entirely unsurprised that Wei Ying found no meditative benefit to a long bath. "Hot baths were considered indulgent, allowed only for tending injury. Do not want that rule in our home," he admits, inspecting his handy work before running his hand down and up Wei Ying's back, fingers pressing along his spine. "Will touch Wei Ying. Chastely if he prefers. Unchastely if he desires."

[yiling_laozu]

"Wei Ying desires everything," he answers, curling unrepentantly closer as long fingers trace down his spine. Wei Wuxian lifts his head after, fixing Lan Wangji with a stern look. "Lan Zhan is allowed pleasure when he wants it," he declares, "At least once a day. And any and every time if that pleasure stems from me," he adds.

It's true that his own beliefs brought him to ruin, but they would not be beliefs if Wei Wuxian could not stand by them, and he stalwartly stands by the belief that Lan Wangji is uniquely worthy of all the pleasure in the world. "I could never be happy knowing that you are doing without."

[lan_wangji]

"Does not feel like doing without, not in the way Wei Ying imagines," he tries to assure, one arm wrapping around Wei Ying's lower back while his other hand seeks out knots along Wei Ying's shoulder blades.

Twenty years of lukewarm baths and hard beds were simply reality. Only after the introduction and permission of something different, did reality not feel satisfactory.

"But I desire it now, from Wei Ying and love Wei Ying for wanting it for me. Perhaps if Wei Ying declares it a rule. Easier if it is a rule."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian groans beneath the pressure of long fingers as they find every divot in his spine, attacking aches before he's even aware of them. But it is an important subject, and he rallies to declare, "Lan Wangji deserves to feel good, and he will feel good, at least once a day if not many more times."

Boneless though he feels beneath Lan Wangji's ministrations, Wei Wuxian pulls back to declare formally, "It is the rule of the Lan Wei household. Any who defy it will feel the Yiling Laozu's considerable wrath," he adds, pupils bleeding red for good measure.

[lan_wangji]

"Quit that," Lan Wangji murmurs, pinching Wei Ying's waist for good measure when he sees the hint of red in his eyes. It is one of the many things that worries Lan Wangji about Wei Ying's power, such a physical and startling manifestation.

He does not want to think about the Stygian Tiger Seal tonight, however, forcing the worry down as he has been doing for weeks now in the perhaps selfish name of peace.

"Accept the rule," he says, using his thumb to get up under the wing of Wei Ying's shoulder as he moves to kiss his cheek. "Have had more pleasure with Wei Ying than one could hardly deserve."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian relents, tucking his nose against Lan Wangji's throat where he can close his eyes and enjoy Lan Wangji's strong hands working out the knots across his shoulders. He can't help a quiet groan or two huffed against damp skin when they find a particularly tight stretch of muscles.

"Your Clan deserves all the respect and admiration it receives, but it has never looked after your happiness," he says quietly against his skin. "But I will."