He put his hand there, covering up the scar. His smile had mostly faded, “Lan Zhan, tell me. Is this related to me as well?”
With a moment of silence, Lan WangJi responded, “Nothing. I was drunk.”
After he brought Wei WuXian back to Burial Hill after the massacre at Nightless City, what awaited him was three years of confinement. Yet in those days, he heard the news that what went around always came around, that one’s deeds would be paid no matter what—that the YiLing Patriarch finally died, both body and soul.
His confinement hadn’t ended yet when he forced his way out of the Cloud Recesses and towards Yiling with that still-wounded body of his. He searched for many days atop the entire mountain. Apart from Wen Yuan, whom he fished out still from a half-burned tree hole, still unconscious due to a high fever, he could find nothing. Not even a piece of bone, a scrap of flesh, a single strand of a weak, dissipating soul.
On the way back to the GusuLan Sect, Lan WangJi bought a jar of ‘Emperor’s Smile’ from Caiyi Town.
The wine was fragrant. And mellow. It was clearly not of the pungent kind, yet his throat burned the moment it went down, on fire from his eyes all the way to his heart.
He didn’t like the taste, but he felt he understood why that person liked it.
That night was the first time Lan WangJi ever drank, as well as the first time he was inebriated. He had no memories of what he did when he was drunk. For a long time, all of the Lan Sect’s people, no matter disciple or cultivator, held disbelief in their eyes when they looked at him. Some said that night he broke through the storage room of the Cloud Recesses, ransacking the chests in search of who-knew-what. When Lan XiChen asked, he said he wanted a flute, his eyes lost.
Lan XiChen gave him the finest flute made of white jade, yet he threw it away in fury, saying this wasn’t the one he wanted. He couldn’t find it no matter what, when all of a sudden, he saw the iron rods that had been sealed away after being confiscated from the QishanWen Sect.
After he sobered up, a scar the same as the brand mark Wei WuXian received in the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter appeared over his chest as well.
Lan QiRen seemed both upset and angered, but he never ended up scolding him for it.
No matter reproach or punishment, he’d had more than enough.
With a sigh, he no longer opposed Lan WangJi’s decision to keep Wen Yuan. Lan WangJi saluted him and went to receive his punishment, kneeling in silence at the Cloud Recesses for a day and a night.
He drank the wine he drank, suffered the wounds he suffered.
Until now, it’d been thirteen years since scab grew over this wound.
Lan WangJi began to thrust, while Wei WuXian shut his eyes tightly, gasping to fix his breaths to Lan WangJi’s motions. When he was just getting used to the overwhelming object, Wei WuXian moved his hips involuntarily and a sudden bout of pleasure ripple from down below, crawling across his whole body through his spine.
Wei WuXian immediately discovered how to enjoy such a position. He buried his hands inside Lan WangJi’s sweat-drenched hair, lifting the forehead ribbon as he grinned, his voice velvet, “… Does it feel good? Inside of me?”
Lan WangJi bit down on his lower lip, answering question with even fiercer thrusts.
Wei WuXian was fucked so hard sweat dripped down his back, glistening from top to bottom. Gasping, he rambled on, “Lan Zhan… You’re doomed. We’re still missing the last prostrate of the three. We haven’t even married yet. To do such a thing before we’re married—you know what it’s called? If your uncle knew he’d drown you in a pig cage*.”
*TN: An Ancient Chinese torture method often used to punish people for sexual promiscuity. The person/people is put inside a cage made for pigs then sunken underwater, either just with the head above the water to keep them alive or drown them entirely. More often than not used as an idiom to warn people against such acts.
Lan WangJi almost glowered as he forced a response, “… I have long since been so.”
What followed was another deep plunge. Wei WuXian threw his head back in both pain and pleasure, exposing his defenseless throat. Lan WangJi bit down on it.
The almost too intense pleasure made Wei WuXian’s mind go blank for a short while. Amid the haze, his first thought was, … Can’t believe it. Why the fuck didn’t I do this with Lan Zhan back when I was fifteen? I’ve really pissed away all my days, haven’t I?
During such activities, Lan WangJi was definitely the ‘doer’—more action than talk and flirtation. After some daze, Wei WuXian regained his composure and began to ramble on about the dirtiest things, right beside Lan WangJi’s ear, “Second Young Master Lan, when did you start having feelings for me? If you liked me since such a long time ago, why didn’t you take me sooner? The back mountains of your Cloud Recesses would be quite a good location, wouldn’t it? When I snuck out to fool around alone, you should’ve tied me up and dragged me away, pinned me onto the grass like right now to do whatever you want to me… Ah… Go softer. It’s my first time. Be nicer to me…
“Where was I? Let’s continue. You’re so strong, so I couldn’t have resisted. If I screamed, you could’ve silenced me. Or your Library Pavilion also would’ve been a great place, right in the middle of the scriptures scattered on the ground. We could’ve bought a few cut-sleeve booklets to compare and learn, any position at all… Brother! Brother! Er-gege! Spare me, spare me please. Fine, fine, I’ll stop talking. You’re too much, you’re way too much. I can’t take it, I really can’t, so don’t…”
Lan WangJi couldn’t take his teasing at all. With the thrusts, Wei WuXian felt like everything inside him had been stirred together. He begged nicely, yet Lan WangJi went even harder. Having been held down for almost an hour without changing positions at all, Wei WuXian’s back and buttocks had been slammed numb. After the numbness came pain and itch, almost as though millions of ants crawled within his bone marrow.
Now that he finally had a taste of the seed he’d sown, Wei WuXian pleased him with kisses and rambled on, lacking all pride, “Er-gege, do me a favor and spare me a last breath. We’ve got so much time on our hands. Let’s continue next time, let’s continue with you hanging me up, yeah? Spare this virgin today, won’t you? HanGuang-Jun is too strong and the YiLing Patriarch has lost miserably. They shall fight again next time!”
Veins stood out from Lan WangJi’s forehead as he spoke with difficulty, a word at a time, “… If you truly want to stop… then… shut your mouth and stop talking…”
Wei WuXian, “But I’ve got a mouth and mouths do nothing but talk! Lan Zhan, when I said I wanted to sleep with you every day, can you pretend like you didn’t hear it?”
Lan WangJi, “No.”
Wei WuXian felt his heart shatter, “How could you do this? You’ve never turned me down before.”
Lan WangJi offered him a faint smile, “No.”
Seeing the smile, Wei WuXian’s eyes lit up again, so ecstatic that he almost forgot where he was. But the next second, Wei WuXian was forced to cry from the fierce motions providing stark contrast to the smile that was like sunlight on snow. He gripped the grass with both hands, shouting hoarsely, “Then four days, how about once every four days? If not four days then three works too!”