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"Lan Zhan?"
No response.
Wei Wuxian tried again. "Wangji-Xiong?"
Lan Wangji was supporting his forehead with his right hand, and his breathing was steady and even. His face and the hand supporting jt were both fair and flawless as fine jade. The faint scent os sandalwood premeated the air around him. It had been a cold somber aroma, but it was now mixed with the richness of liquor, suffusing the cool scent with hints of warmth, much like thr sweetness of mind that overcame those who were slightly drunk. It was surprisingly intoxicating.
When Wei Wuxian moved close, that fragrance mingled with his breaths. He unconsciously lowered himself further and shined closer. His thoughts were fuzzy. That's weird... Why does it feel so warm in here?
Captivated by this heady sandalwood blend, Wei Wuxian was drifting closer and closer, though he was wholly unaware of the motion. His voice dropped to a low murmur and acquired a flighty teasing flavor.
"Lan-er..ge..."
Still no reaction from the perfect man. A beat passed and Wei Wuxian let his body draw him closer.
"Gege" he mumbled into the man's cold ear. "Gege" he tried again, letting his lips softly rub into the man.
He truly is asleep! Wei Wuxian let out a chuckle, time to have some fun. With a quick shove he pushed Lan Wangji down from his sitting position. After making sure he was all comfortable laying down, Wei Wuxian laid himself on top of the sleeping figure. He let the sandalwood encaputure his brain, the warm press of their stomachs together through the clothing.
It was all too much.
"Lan er ge" he whispered into his neck, " Mmmm wake up soon, I want to see you drunk now."
The man, like a perfectly carved statue gave no reply. Sleeping soundlessly still. Even with that reaction, Wei Wuxian was far from bored. His fingers had begun to trail the edges of Lan Wangji's outerlayer. Occasionally giving a playful tug or skimming his hand under the robe to play with the inner. He went on for a quite a while like this, at some point he took a break just to sit there and smell Lan Wangji.
While laying a top of Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian just wanted to pull his body closer somehow. The room was all too warm. Maybe Lan Wangji is also warm? He might want to remove a layer.
It couldn't just be Wei Wuxian who was warm after all. His thoughts still fuzzy and blurry, altogether decided is best to help Lan Wangji. With a quick grunt he got up and leaned over the man.
"Gege" he mumbled again hoping for a reaction, his voice still low and deep with that flightless tone kept going, " Get up, or imma have to get you ready for bed. And i won't be nice about it."
No reaction still. But still far from boring be thought. How mad Wangji will be when he discovers Wei Wuxian had to get him ready for bed.
Wei Wuxian let out a loud laugh, and started dragging Lan Wangji to the bed. After a few minutes he was able to lift the man into the bed. He carefully removed the shoes and placed them nice and neat. He slowly untied the headband and folded it just so. Then he just stared at the man once more, so quiet and at Wei Wuxian's mercy.
With that thought removing Wangji's outerlayer became much more enticing.
"Lan-er ge," he went on once more, " I've got you all ready for bed. I even folded your stuff, you'll have to reward me for that one. Yknow I usually just leave my clothes wherever I took em off, scatter them across the room, but look! I did all this work just for you. Be extra nice to me ok." A yawn escaped his lips as he went on, " Mmm im sleepy now too. Should I go to my roo-- Nah, your so warm Lan Zhan, I can't even leave your side. I'll just have to sleep with you tonight!"
With that Wei Wuxian snuggled into Wangji's side and began thinking. What to do now? Maybe he could paint on Lan Zhan's face? Get more liquor? Play with Wangji(the guqin *wink*). He really wanted to learn about the headband or how Lam Zhan recognized him, but the man gave no signs of waking. He'll just have to wait another time.
With that he let his thoughts doze away. He snuggled in close to Wangjis side. Sleep coming to take him but he fought it away. How can he lose a koment with Lan Zhan?
"Gege, is it the more you drink the more you sleep? Next time ill only you give you half a cup." Wei Ying giggled softly noticing the mans sleepy mans face.
"So soft and sharp, hehehe. Lan Zhan, Lan zhan, Lan zhan, your mother must have been beautiful for you to have such perfect lips. So perfectly carved, and red, just as red as your ears. You must have tons of ladies pursuing you daily. Just falling for you left and right. How could one not with a face like yours."
A yawn escaped his mouth.
He spent a couple minutes more poking his Lan Zhan's cheeks while making weird baby noises.
" Y'know when we first met I fell. Fighting on a rooftop does that, I tripped when your sword came flying at me. I never met anyone of your prowess then, not even now. Perfect. Thats what you are, perf--" and with that the smaller man let sleep take him. His nose tucked into the bigger mans neck and his his fingers playing with the edge of his inner robe.
Moments passed. Minutes passed. Rest assured Wei Ying truly did fall asleep.
After a while a soft murmur was heard, "Not comfortable for Wei Ying" Lan Wangji in utter concern sat up and held the fragile man tight in his arms. He went to put thr man in the Lan sleeping position qhen he saw Wei Wuxians face. Even in Mo XuanYu's body, Wei Ying soul was utterly unique. Filled with beauty and grace that no physical body could hide.
How could he let this beautiful man go. He missed him, 13 years he spent yearning for him. And now he had him, not entirely but him. Everything would be perfect if Wei Ying didnt send so many mixed signals. One minute saying that lan zhan was so bold and then Wei Ying would throw himself at him. The next moment he'd reject him.
Did Wei ying want his love or not?
Could Lan zhan stand being used? Yes, he could, but he wanted love from this man. He wanted TO LOVE this man.
Gently he put him down and put on his outlayers and ribbon and gracefuly marched to window to stare at the night. He couldnt bare a moment longer for fear he might break a rule. A rule that says he cant have Wei Ying. But he already broke that rule many years ago.
"Mmmm Gege, why did you mov- Lan Zhan! Where did you go!" The half asleep man jumped out of bed only to find his friend at the window drink in thought staring at him. Lan Qangji's hands covered his cheeks as if an angel had touched him. But he looked at Wei Ying as if he was the angel.
"Eh! Lan Zhan your awake! Are you sober?" Wei ying ran to him with a smile, its time to play! Unless you didnt get drunk this time, then he'd just rile him.
Then he saw it, the shoes on the wrong feet, the loose ties on his robes, the perfectly straight ribbon put on inside out.
"Hey, Lan Zhan, how many finger am i holdin up?" He stuck his hand out in a fist. Holding none as a warm up question.
Imstead of answering Wangji stared at the hand intensly. As if it was the only thing stopping him.
"Not Wei Yings hand." Wangji growled.
"Of course its my hand! See its attached to me!" Wei wuxian began waving his arms and fingers around. When he put his hand out once more to see how drunk Lan zhan was, a force pulled him. Pulled him into Wangjis warm embrace.
"Eh Lan zhan what sre you doin--" the silencing spell sealed his lips.
"Xxx xx xxx xxxx xxxxxx xxx xxx!!!"(hey im not done talking with you!)
But it was warm. It was safe. Lan Zhan held him tight as if he was his world. He could spend a night here. He didnt want to fight his way out to have some fun, when all the fun was in this embrace. So he let the man hold him. Hold him all night, and used his shoulder to wipe his tears.
They found peace in that pose and spent the night on the window sill. Until the morning came and they had to deal with juniors hangovers.