Embarrassment and envy

Three days later, Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian were approaching the brother's mother's house, their hands laden with breakfast that Lan WangJi had cooked for them.

"This is more than the three of us can eat," Wei WuXian remarked, looking at the number of pots and bowls they were carrying.

"Mn."

"I can eat what's left," Wei WuXian promised.

"Generous."

Wei WuXian laughed. "I need to eat a lot, so I have energy for you later."

Lan WangJi looked at his impish face and smiled. "Mn."

They reached the house and knocked on the open door frame. Lan XiChen was sitting at his writing table, and looked up, alarmed.

"WangJi... Wei WuXian... you're here."

"You've been ill for three days. We brought breakfast. Lan Zhan cooked."

Lan XiChen rose, consternation still on his face, and motioned them toward the dining table in the main room. Lan XiChen and Wei WuXian set their food bowls on the table and sat, Lan WangJi neatly, folding his robes elegantly, and Wei WuXian sprawling carelessly.

"You didn't really need to—" Lan XiChen began.

The door to the bed chamber slid open and Xie XiYue stumbled out, wearing only Lan XiChen's undershirt, long enough on him to cover him to his mid thigh. The shirt gaped open at his chest and revealed a slice of his torso and the many love bites adorning it. More love bites marched up his legs inside his thighs up until they disappeared under the hem of the shirt. His hair was tousled, his skin flushed pink, his body clearly having spent hours in pleasure in the near past.

"Lan Huan... come back to bed," Xie XiYue said rubbing his eyes, his voice still rough from sleep. 

Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian clapped their hands over each other's eyes at the same time.

"Xie XiYue!" Lan XiChen sprung up and covered Xie XiYue with his body, spreading his robes to shield him, only noticing belatedly that there was no need for it.

Xie XiYue squeaked, and peeked at the guests from behind Lan XiChen's broad torso, then ducked back behind him again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, mortified, "I didn't know you weren't alone."

"It is fine. Go get dressed," Lan XiChen said, and pushed him gently toward the bed room. Xie XiYue bobbed his head and fled.

Lan XiChen walked back to the table and sat, fussing about with his robes longer than necessary. When he finally dared to lift his eyes, he had to look down again at the knowing look on both faces.

"So this is what you have been doing for the past three days," Wei WuXian. "Three days! This why Lan Zhan had to step in? I thought you were sick!"

"Stewed plums, my favourite," Lan XiChen said faintly, and ladled some to the bowl in front of him.

Wei WuXian was now smirking openly. "How long has this been going on? With a student, no less." Wei WuXian shook his head with mock judgement.

"It is not... it is not what you think. Xie XiYue... he is... we..."

"How long has he been warming your bed?" Wei WuXian asked gleefully. The Twin Jades of Lan were both so controlled and mindful of the thousands of rules in Cloud Recesses, so that now that the older brother had also cracked, Wei WuXian couldn't stop gloating.

"Wei Ying!" Lan WangJi chastised him, and Lan XiChen lifted his head to glare at him.

"No! It's not like that!" Xie XiYue cried, stopping at the doorway, his face aghast, his robes clearly thrown on with haste, his hair still rough at the back. Wei WuXian smirked and popped a slice of apple into his mouth, chewing as he looked from Xie XiYue to Lan XiChen and back.

Lan XiChen extended his arm and Xie XiYue stepped forward and linked his hand with his. Lan XiChen pulled him forward a little, and Xie XiYue almost tripped in his fluster, but managed to sit into Lan XiChen's lap, snuggling into it with the ease of practise. Then he froze, his eyes flying to Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian, who sat with their mouths open.

Xie XiYue gulped, and tried to get up, but Lan XiChen pulled him back. His face was redder than the apples on the table, and he couldn't look his brother in the eye, but he held on until Xie XiYue settled bashfully in his lap and hid his face against Lan XiChen's shoulder, his face glowing with happiness and shyness.

Wei WuXian narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lan WangJi who was looking down, his lips curved slightly upward. He looked back at the golden boy curled up in Lan XiChen's arms, dusted his hands and got up.

"Hm?" Lan WangJi asked, but stilled when Wei WuXian rose and sat in his lap, wiggling until he was comfortable. 

Where Xie XiYue sat curled in Lan XiChen's lap, trying to disappear into his arms, Wei WuXian sat in Lan WangJi's like on a throne, untouchable and imperious. Lan WangJi allowed it with his typical impassive face, his arm curling around Wei WuXian as if it had its own mind. Only Wei WuXian could hear the thundering beat of his heart and he relaxed, his fingers reaching to twirl one of the strands of hair framing Lan WangJi's face.

Lan XiChen looked at Wei WuXian in Lan WangJi's lap, then at Xie XiYue in his own, then at his brother. Their eyes connected, and both had to look away, Lan XiChen's lips twerking.

Wei WuXian reached for more food from the table, and stopped suddenly, sniffing the air. "Winter melon? Lan Zhan!! That's where our ointment jar went!" His tone was accusing and he glared at the new couple, now looking at anywhere except their guests or each other.

"Wei Ying!" Lan WangJi reached for more slices of apple and stuffed Wei WuXian's mouth with it.

"I had my first time by the side of the r—" Lan WangJi stuffed his mouth unceremoniously full of apple again.

"... with just saliva..." More apple slices.

"... And they get our ointment..."

Wei WuXian chewed furiously until he finally managed to swallow it all. "And how have they only each other for three days and we've never had it?"

"We have been together every day since that day in Yanling, Wei Ying."

"But we are always were busy doing things, not just enjoying ourselves, like those two," Wei WuXian flapped his arm in the direction of Lan XiChen and Xie XiYue, both still red around the ears. "I want three days alone with you, Lan Zhan."

"My brother..."

"He can do his own damned job for a while. Sorry, ZeWu-Jun," Wei WuXian bowed hastily.

Lan XiChen just waved his hand, relieved that the focus was off him and Xie XiYue for a change.

"Three days?" Lan WangJi asked.

"A week," Wei WuXian demanded.

"Three days."

"Lan Zhan!"

"The clan summit will be held here in four days and I have to attend. Three days."

"Fine!" Wei WuXian reached for a stewed plum, pouting, then he leaned back and popped it into Lan WangJi's mouth, settling back into his lap with a happy sigh.

Lan WangJi looked at his brother. "You can still have rest of today."

"That's right!" Wei WuXian declared. "From tomorrow we want this house so we can have some privacy." Wei WuXian suddenly realised he was making demands on the head of the Lan clan. "Please, ZeWu-Jun?"

Lan XiChen frowned, but Xie XiYue whispered something in his ear, and Lan XiChen smiled. How had he gotten so lucky as to find this exquisite beauty, with his pure heart and generous spirit?

"Beauty? Is that what you think of me?" Xie XiYue asked, his mouth hanging open.

Lan XiChen closed his eyes. "I said that out loud."

"Mn," Lan WangJi said, practically smirking, and Wei WuXian's finger, which had been twirling Lan WangJi's hair stopped abruptly in mid air.

"Er-Gege..." Wei WuXian said, his voice a threatening purr, and he turned his upper body so he could look at Lan Zhan directly. Lan WangJi twitched. "Why don't you ever say something like that to me? I always have to guess what your 'wei yings' and 'mns' mean," Wei WuXian complained, his voice truculent.

"Wei Ying..."

"Well, you don't! Do you love me less than your brother loves his golden boy?"

"Wei Ying...!"

"You're going to have to say the quiet parts aloud this time," Wei WuXian demanded.

"Wei Ying, please."

"Out. Loud." Wei WuXian crossed his arms across his chest.

Lan WangJi sighed. "My love."

"More, Lan Zhan."

"You're infuriating. Shameless. Reckless. Fierce. Loyal. Mine."

Wei WuXian glowed, and made a "more" motion with his hands.

"Wei Ying... I would have waited for you forever."

"Lan Zhan..." Wei WuXian's eyes grew soft.

Lan WangJi cupped Wei WuXian's face in his hand. "I am grateful every morning that I wake up next to you. Every time I see you smile. Every time I fall asleep with you in my arms. There's only you, Wei Ying."

"Ah, Lan Zhan..."

Out of words, Lan WangJi could only kiss him in response.

Wei WuXian looked jubilantly at Lan XiChen and Xie XiYue, who were feeding each other choice morsels from the table, pretending not to hear. Having won the battle, Wei WuXian relaxed and the rest of the breakfast went by amicably, with unspoken consent not to mention any of the loving displays happening on either sides of the low table.

After breakfast, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi walked to their own quarters. They would move into Lan WangJi's mother's house the next morning and spend the agreed three days there, in seclusion.

"I've never seen your brother like this. It's cute."

Lan WangJi stopped and glared. "My brother is cute?" He opened the door to their guest quarters and pushed the protesting Wei WuXian inside.

"No, no! I mean, he is cute with Xie XiYue. I've never seen him like this, not even with —"

Lan WangJi stopped Wei WuXian with his palm over his mouth. "We don't say that name here."

Wei WuXian licked Lan WangJi's palm and smirked when he pulled it away hastily. Lan WangJi held the fist against his heart, and Wei WuXian watched him with glee. Seeing another couple glowing with their new love, had brought out a streak of competitiveness in Wei WuXian. He would show them who was the couple most in love! And now he knew how.

"You did that once before."

"What?" Lan WangJi looked down at the palm he was hiding in his fist and let it fall to his side.

"After I licked your palm."

"When?" Lan WangJi said and sat on the bed.

"You won't remember, you were drunk. You thought I was talking too much, so you silenced me like this and I licked your palm and you did that," Wei motioned at the fist, still curled tightly on the bed.

"I did?"

"You made me chase around the room when I threatened to lick you again. It was the first time I kissed you."

"You ... why?"

"I don't even know. I was teasing you and I just kissed you, and licked your lips, and you—" Wei WuXian laughed suddenly. "You fainted."

"I did not!"

"You did." Wei WuXian sat in Lan WangJi's lap and cupped his face in his hands. "You loved me already then, didn't you, Lan Zhan?"

"Mn."

"I'm sorry I teased you." Wei WuXian thought. "No, I'm not. I didn't realise it then, but I think that was when I started to realise how I really felt about you. You were so cute, Lan Zhan."

The face Lan WangJi made could only be described as pouting. "I am not cute."

"You are. The cutest." Wei WuXian reached for Lan WangJi's hand, still squeezed shut and kissed the knuckles one by one until the hand opened. He kissed the palm softly, and then licked his tongue slowly across it. Lan WangJi's whole arm jerked, but Wei WuXian kept a strong hold on it. "It feels that good?"

"..."

Wei WuXian kept his eyes on Lan WangJi's and licked the palm again, the hand jerking in his, and he hummed and licked a path to the index finger and middle finger and sucked them into his mouth without warning. Lan WangJi's whole body spasmed.

"How didn't I know about this before?" Wei WuXian wondered and sucked slowly now, letting go only to lick the sensitive part between the fingers, and then he sucked Lan WangJi's thumb into his mouth. Lan WangJi was panting, his arm still twitching, but Wei WuXian kept a firm grip on it, as he suckled the thumb and then bit into it. This time Lan WangJi jerked so hard he managed to pull his arm lose from Wei WuXian's.

Undaunted, Wei WuXian grabbed the other hand and made love to it with his mouth, rolling the long, strong fingers in his mouth like candy, licking the palm eagerly, sucking on the plump mound below Lan WangJi's thumb like it was a juicy joint of roast. He didn't let go this time until Lan WangJi's hand was glistening with his saliva.

While Lan WangJi was distracted, Wei WuXian had pushed him fully on the bed, and moved to squat over him. One of Lan WangJi's hands was in Wei WuXian's mouth, the other hand was fluttering about helplessly. Wei WuXian did short work with their robes and pants, and by the time Lan WangJi finally realised something else was happening than the indescribable sensations on his hands, Wei WuXian took one of the slick hands between his own legs and rubbed the wet fingers against his opening. As Lan WangJi watched, his eyes glazed with desire, Wei WuXian used the other slick hand to run it over Lan WangJi's cock. Just as he sucked three fingers into his mouth, he impaled himself slowly on the erect cock, and Lan WangJi's whole body arched up from the bed, Wei WuXian riding him triumphantly.

Lan WangJi was overcome, he had never experienced such stimulation, and he bucked again and again, as Wei WuXian rolled the fingers in his mouth, his tongue licking them at the same time. Lan WangJi's eyes rolled back into his head and he tried to pull his hands free, but Wei WuXian rode him faster, his tongue flicking back and forth between the two palms, and Lan WangJi couldn't stop himself and shuddered as he got his release, spilling his seed deep inside Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian groaned and put both of Lan WangJi's slick hands on his own, still hard cock, riding faster now, the hands squeezing him reflexively, so slick and tight, and he cried out when he reached his own release, his body bowing over Lan WangJi's prone body, until he fell limply on top of him.

Wei WuXian hummed with pleasure and lifted one of Lan WangJi's hands to his mouth and he licked the seed off from it, then the other hand, with Lan WangJi trying to pull his hands free again. Wei WuXian smiled. Lan WangJi's strength was legendary and if he really tried, Wei WuXian wouldn't be able to hold on. He kissed each palm and held them against his own face. 

"Never again, Wei Ying."

"But why? You enjoyed it so much!"

"..."

"Lan Zhan..."

"I can't protect you if I'm..."

"...helpless with pleasure," Wei WuXian said, with sudden realization.

"Mn."

"Do you think I can't protect you? Hm?"

"..."

"I'm the Yiling patriarch, Lan Zhan! I'm the scariest man dead, or alive!"

"..."

"And you're the man who does this to me," Wei WuXian said, and took Lan WangJi's cock into his hand and pushed it back inside himself. "How scary must you be that you can take me like this?"

Lan WangJi smiled, and flipped them around, then drove deep into Wei WuXian who now lay beneath him, his hips picking up a familiar, exciting rhythm.

"No one can match us, Lan Zhan... no one, not when we are together."

"Together," Lan Zhan said, his hips picking up speed.

"Together, Lan Zhan... my darling Lan Zhan... forever, together..."

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A/N:

The scene where Wei WuXian licks Lan WangJi's palm is one of my favorites in the novel. Drunk Lan Zhan is just incredibly cute.

The source for the picture (not sure this is the original artist): https://www.pintower.com/media/857302479049347935