Chapter 111 - WangXian (Part One) (2/2)

Wei WuXian squinted, “I suddenly have a feeling…”

Woods, bushes, grass, forceful motions, intertwined tongues. It felt like deja vu. He thought for a while. It felt more familiar the more he thought about it. He concluded that he had to ask the question, and tried, “The hunt at Phoenix Mountain, the time I covered my eyes, Lan Zhan, you…?”

He didn’t finish asking. Lan WangJi didn’t answer either, but his fingers twitched slightly. The moment Wei WuXian felt something was off about his expression, he propped his upper body up with his elbow and pressed his ear onto his chest. As expected, he heard thundering throbs.

“…” Wei WuXian was shocked, “Oh, it was really you?!”

Lan WangJi’s Adam’s Apple bobbed, “I…”

Wei WuXian was astonished, “Lan Zhan, who could’ve known? You’d do such a thing?”

Lan WangJi, “…”

Wei WuXian, “You know, I’ve always thought some shy girl did it because she had a crush on me and didn’t dare say it.”

Lan WangJi, “…”

Wei WuXian, “You’ve had dirty thoughts about me ever since then?”

“…” Lan WangJi’s voice sounded muffled, “I, back then, knew I was wrong. Very wrong.”

Wei WuXian recalled how Lan WangJi broke a tree in half alone in the woods when he later found him, “That was why you were so mad?”

Wei WuXian thought he was mad about someone else. He had no idea that Lan WangJi was mad at himself—mad that he acted upon his urges, that he couldn’t control himself, that he took advantage of another in a way that was neither righteous nor abiding by his sect rules.

Seeing how low Lan WangJi’s head was buried, almost as if he was reflecting upon his mistakes again, Wei WuXian scratched his chin, “Alright, stop struggling so much. Well, I’m beyond happy that you kissed me so early. It was my first kiss, after all. Congratulations, HanGuang-Jun.”

Lan WangJi suddenly looked at him, “First kiss?”

Wei WuXian, “Yeah, or else what did you think?”

Lan WangJi stared straight at him. Something strange glowed in his eyes. He started, “Then…”

Wei WuXian, “Then what? Stopping in the middle of the sentence isn’t your style, Lan Zhan.”

Lan WangJi, “Then, back then, why did you… did you…”

Wei WuXian was confused, “Why what?”

Lan WangJi’s lips moved, “… Why did you not resist?”

Wei WuXian paused.

Lan WangJi’s voice sounded muffled again, “You… clearly did not know whom the person was, so why did you not resist? And afterward, why did you tell me…”

Tell him what?

Wei WuXian finally remembered.

Back when he ‘ran into’ Lan WangJi, he proudly showed off to him, saying things like he had lots of experience, like nobody would’ve dared kiss Lan WangJi and Lan WangJi definitely wouldn’t kiss someone else, even something like how he thought Lan WangJi would never give anyone his first kiss for the rest of his life…

All of a sudden, he bent over and broke into roaring laughter.

Wei WuXian pounded the ground, “Hahahahahahahahaha…”

Lan WangJi, “…”

Laughing, Wei WuXian hugged him and gave him a kiss, “With all that, back then you were really that angry because you thought I’d really kissed someone else, weren’t you? Are you an idiot, Lan Zhan?! You fucking believed all that nonsense! Only a lil’ fuddy-duddy like you would believe me hahahahahaha…”

His laughter was too loud, too unbridled. Finally out of patience, Lan WangJi pressed him onto the ground. Abandoning Lil’ Apple on the spot, the two rolled behind a shrub.

So soon after the storm, a few droplets of water still hung amid the grass, dampening Lan WangJi’s white robes. Regardless, the robes were stripped off by Wei WuXian right away. He breathed, “Don’t move.”

The fresh scent of grass enveloped Wei WuXian’s neck and perfused within his lips, while on Lan WangJi, it was the cold fragrance of sandalwood. Wei WuXian kneeled between Lan WangJi’s legs and proceeded to kiss downward, starting from his forehead. In between his brows, the tip of his nose, both of his cheeks, his lips, his chin. His Adam’s apple, his collarbones, the center of his chest.

He kissed down the rises and falls, seeming ever so devout.

As he kissed the firm abdomen and ventured down, a few thin strands of hair slid off his shoulders and teased at the dangerous area along with his soft, thin breaths. Lan WangJi seemed like he couldn’t take it any longer. He reached to grab Wei WuXian’s shoulder, but Wei WuXian caught his wrist instead, “Don’t move, I told you already. I’ll do it.”

He pulled off his hair tie to refasten his somewhat disheveled hair before bending down again. Lan WangJi realized what he wanted to do. With a slightly unsettled expression, he lowered his voice, “No.”

Wei WuXian, “Yes.” He gently took Lan WangJi into his lips.

Making sure to not bite Lan WangJi with his teeth, he carefully wrapped him inside his mouth. As he tried to swallow as deeply as possible, he felt a bit strained with it rubbing against his throat. Lan WangJi noticed his discomfort at once and reached out to push him away, worried that he was forcing himself, “Enough.”

Wei WuXian moved his hand away and started to slowly suck on it.

Lan WangJi, “You…”

Soon he was no longer able to say anything.

The number of pornographic collections that Wei WuXian had read ever since he was young could add up to fill a whole room in the GusuLan Sect’s Library Pavilion. As he was also quite a clever person, he used his lips and tongue according to what he’d seen and learned, diligently attending to the burning erection. With the most sensitive part of his body held inside warm, moist lips and treated with such effort, it was terribly tormenting just for Lan WangJi to control himself from doing some awful act of violence.

Wei WuXian felt Lan WangJi’s breaths become faster. The fingers that gripped his shoulders tightened as well. Speeding up, just as his cheeks and his neck were starting to feel sore, he finally felt a warm stream pour into his throat.

The fluid was thick and steaming, full of the strong odor of musk. As it suddenly hit the walls of his throat, Wei WuXian choked on it and immediately let the shaft out of his mouth. Lan WangJi patted on his back as he coughed, speaking in a surprisingly discomposed manner, “Spit it out, quick. Spit it out.”

Wei WuXian covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head. A while later, he took his hand away and stuck out his tongue toward Lan WangJi, showing him the inside of his mouth, “I swallowed it.”

The tip of his tongue was a bright red while his lips crimson, corners brimming with a speck of white and many traces of a smile. Lan WangJi stared at him blankly, unable to produce any words.

He was one of the most disciplined cultivators, yet at the moment, his usually cold composure was completely crushed. Even the tips of his eyes and brows were tinted a soft shade of pink. With a few touches of color added, it made him seem as if he’d been bullied in some cruel way. Seeing his appearance, Wei WuXian was more than delighted. Stripped to the waist, he put his arms around Lan WangJi’s shoulders, kissing the corners of his lips and the lids of his eyes, “Good boy, don’t be scared. Next time, when it’s your turn to taste mine, you’ll need to perform as good as this, understood?”

His lips were stained with Lan WangJi’s ejaculation. After the kiss, it dotted the corner of Lan WangJi’s lips as well. On top of his somewhat glazed expression, he seemed quite pitiful. Wei WuXian kissed him again, “Lan Zhan, I love you so much.”

Lan WangJi turned to him slowly.

Wei WuXian didn’t know if it was an illusion or not, but there seemed to be a layer of red over his eyes.

Wei WuXian didn’t notice the forced, almost insufferable endurance in his gaze. He thought he hadn’t had enough yet, adding, “Let’s forever be like this from now on, yeah?”

Suddenly, Lan WangJi flipped him over and forced him down onto the grass.

In the instant, the two switched positions. As he felt Lan WangJi begin to bite all over his body, Wei WuXian pushed his head away with a grin, “There’s no need to hurry so much. I said next time you can…” With a sudden throb from below, he exclaimed with an ‘ah’, frowning slightly, “Lan Zhan, what did you put inside?”

He could tell that it was someone’s slim finger, only asking out of convenience. Involuntarily, he drew his legs together, but the foreign sensation felt even stronger. The second finger went in as well.

Wei WuXian had viewed quite the selection of pornography, but he hadn’t seen any on the topic of homosexuality. He never thought he had such interests or was curious about it, and thus he naturally thought that was all there was to the love-making between men—kissing, hugging, at most with hands or lips. As he was pressed onto the ground by Lan WangJi, being massaged finger by finger, he finally managed to realize that it wasn’t the case. On top of the slight pain, he found it somewhat surprising and perhaps funny as well.

But at the addition of the third finger, Wei WuXian couldn’t laugh any longer.

He was already feeling quite sore and uncomfortable, yet the three fingers were still quite a few sizes smaller than what he’d been swallowing. He interrupted, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, uh, s-stop for a bit. Is it really alright like this? You sure you didn’t get it wrong? It’s here? I think it’s a bit…”

But it seemed like Lan WangJi was no longer able to listen to Wei WuXian’s words, curtly muffling Wei WuXian’s mouth with his own. Sinking down, he thrust inside.

Wei WuXian widened his eyes. His legs sprang up. The two lay flesh against flesh, their hearts and their breaths racing.

Lan WangJi’s voice was hoarse, “… Sorry… I could not hold back.”

Seeing his blood-shot eyes, clearly from holding himself back, Wei WuXian knew that it was all because of his teasing. He clenched his teeth, “Don’t hold back if you can’t… Then what should I do now?”

Only out of desperation did Wei WuXian ask him of all people. Lan Wangji, “… Relax.”

Wei WuXian murmured, “Okay, relax, relax…”

He relaxed a bit, and Lan WangJi tried to push inside some more. Immediately, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but tense the muscles around his hips and abdomen.

Lan WangJi, “… Does it hurt?”

Arms clinging to him, Wei WuXian couldn’t help from shivering, holding back tears, “Yes, it’s my first time—of course it hurts.”

With this, he felt Lan WangJi grow harder within his body.

One could easily imagine what it’d feel like when the soft, fragile insides were forcefully invaded by a hard, foreign object. But the moment he thought of how Lan WangJi reacted to just those simple words of his, Wei WuXian burst out with a laugh again.

As a man, he knew how uncomfortable Lan WangJi felt right now, stuck inside yet still constraining himself from forcing his way in. Wei WuXian felt his heart go soft. He took the initiative to draw his neck forwards, whispering by his ear, “Lan Zhan, my good Lan Zhan, Er-gege, I’ll tell you what to do. Kiss me right now. It won’t hurt if you kiss me…”

A bright red flushed Lan WangJi’s fair earlobes.

He spoke through much difficulty, “… S-Stop calling me like that.”

Hearing that he even stammered a bit, Wei WuXian broke into laughter, “You don’t like it? Then I’ll call you something else. WangJi-didi*, Zhan-er, HanGuang, which one do you… Ahhhnmff!”

TN: Younger brother.

Biting his lips, Lan WangJi sent it all the way inside.

All of Wei WuXian’s cry was sealed within his throat as he clutched tight onto Lan WangJi’s shoulders, brows knitted, tears seeping from his eyes. His legs wrapped stiffly around Lan WangJi’s waist, afraid to move. Mind finally clearing up a bit, Lan WangJi breathed in a few times, “Sorry.”

Wei WuXian shook his head, forcing a smile, “You said before. Between you and me, there’s no need for this.”

Carefully, Lan WangJi went to kiss him, his movements somewhat clumsy. Wei WuXian closed his eyes, opening his mouth to let him in deep. After a while of tongues twirling around, out of the blur he saw the brand mark below Lan WangJi’s collarbone.

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!”

At last, Lan WangJi concluded with resonating determination, “Everyday means everyday.”

T/N: *The piece of NSFW is known as The Great Harmony of Life (Part One, interrupted by a serious exchange) (naming credit belongs to the author). Contents included: blowjob, swallowing, fingering, and Actually Putting It In. Possible squeaks include: lack of lube, pain, and K’s tears. Enjoyed it? HarmonyPart One ended. Serious business proceeded (for a short while before they got back to it). Serious business ended. Harmony Part Two proceeds. Contents included: continued fucking, WWX looking for trouble getting what he deserves. Possible squeaks include: WWX openly professing his rape fetish (and anyone who kink-shames him for it can perish), and more tears. Also LWJ has a biting kink and we will give him love. End of Harmony. They continue to fuck but it’s a bit more implicit (Even more implicit? *gasp*). Ends on a note you should read even if you’re not into NSFW, so please check it out!*