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In Yiling, on top of the highest mountain secluded within a cavern. A witch who was once a king, rumored to have lived there. A witch so obscure, corrupted, sinister, and dangerous, no mere commoners ventured for fear of being lost inside the maze-like cave or worse, tormented by the witch.

Some claimed the witch to be ghastly looking, with beady red eyes like the pits of hell and skin as colorless as a dead man's flesh. Some begged to differ, claiming the witch looked like an angel, cast out from heaven. Slender and tall, pale but not frail, and eyes of the shining stars.

None of the villagers had ever seen the witch who was once a corrupt king. The ones who did had long died, leaving behind stories about the wicked king for the younger generation to place their imagination. And as the years scurry on by, everyone who lived below Yiling possessed a different tale of what the witch looked like, beauty and grace, monstrous and grim. Charming and deceitful, depraved, and vile.

Some nights, a captivatingly haunting melody would echo out of the cave he called home for the past century where the king - Wei WuXian he was once known as, remained trapped. The sound came from a wooden flute that the witch would play on eerie twilights. The harmony carried fear down the strongest man's back, and sent the frailer ones cowering under their beds'.

Some stories about Wei WuXian were true. While others were not, for Wei WuXian was indeed wicked and vile despite his heavenly looks. Simply because of his sinful nature and his evil deeds, Wei WuXian remained doomed to spend eternity inside the cave until he was proven to be righteous once again.

You see, there was once a time the people of Yiling loved Wei WuXian. Their king would often be praised for his good nature and kind gestures. He loved his devoted followers, and them, in return, loved him back.

But one day, out of the ordinary, something happened. Wei WuXian became preoccupied with his appearances. He would often spend his days adorning in fine jewelry and expensive attire. With lavish baths and fine cuisine, Wei WuXian went on to seek herbal remedies, craving to stay young and never old.

Although beautiful in his own charms, Wei WuXian wanted to be the most beautiful of them in all of Yiling - and even the world if possible. His obsession only grew ten times over when he was around the age of eighteen.

It was one of those cold autumn nights while wandering in the forest seeking remedies to grow out his already long locks of hair when he ventured off his trail and so happened to stumble upon a mirror, almost as large as Wei WuXian himself. It was a ghostly old thing with golden-crusted embroidery buried in the dirt where he fished it out and took it home.

Back then, none knew of such a spectacle. Being the first, Wei WuXian cleaned it up well and kept it in his chambers. Seeing his beauty displaying inside the mirror, Wei WuXian fell in love with himself.

He went on to spend his days admiring his charms in the mirror.

Some night Wei WuXian believed he heard a voice calling to him. A deep dark voice of a man, cold as ice and hard as stone. It came from within the mirror he thought. Thinking the reflector was some sort of magic being who could come to life, Wei WuXian would ask the mirror if he was the fairest of them in all of Yiling. To which the mirror did not reply, for it was nothing but a voiceless reflector.

When the mirror would not answer, Wei WuXian went about rounding up the village people. While he sat upon his throne dressed in Yiling's finest, Wei WuXian would ask them the same question; "Am I the fairest of them all?" The answer was always yes, an answer Wei WuXian figured out was a lie, for the villagers did not want to upset their king.

As the days slowly drifted by, Wei WuXian grew convinced he wasn't beautiful enough. Wanting to be the fairest, Wei WuXian began studying the art of the forbidden magic. A dark sorcery that corrupts the mind and body, leaving behind emptiness.

After many spells and potions, Wei WuXian would stand naked in front of the mirror whose voice he heard in his dreams, asking for an answer, to which none was given.

Not long after, whispering in his ear, he dark magic soon convinced Wei WuXian the mirror would one-day show itself once he's deemed the charmingest. The only thing the darkness demanded it needed was a blood sacrifice.

Convinced, Wei WuXian ordered the execution of any and every villager, be it man, woman, or child, with looks of the radiant spring. If the darkness craved blood, Wei WuXian might as well rid Yiling of all its beauties who Wei WuXian feared would one-day outshine him in appearances.

When the mass crucifixion had taken place, excited, Wei WuXian once again asked his beloved mirror if he was the fairest of them all. Like before, his answers were always the same; nonexistent.

It took years for the people in Yiling to retaliate against their maddening ruler. Wei WuXian could have fought them off, but when the realization soon hit him at what he'd done to those poor unfortunate souls to whom he had killed, Wei WuXian chose to flee with the only possession he cared about, his mirror.

On top of the mountain and in the cave was where he sought refuge. Wei WuXian slept during the days and hunted in the nights, unknowing to him, the dark magic he no longer had use for, still desired the taste for human blood.

Because Wei WuXian could not give the magic what it needed, the forces of dark energy swept from his body one night where he lay sleeping inside the cave, sealing Wei WuXian shut for eternity.

Now Wei WuXian could no longer enjoy the comfort of a bed or the touches of another. He could no longer feel the sun or breeze. No longer taste the riches of meat or fruit, no baked bread, nor warm milk. For eternity could pass, and no amount of water or wine or milk would be able to quench his thirst.

Gifted to him with the possibility he might one day be able to leave his prison, the dark magic left behind a wooden flute, one of the only sources of companionship Wei WuXian had. When the voices whispered, they told Wei WuXian one day, he would be able to leave when the mirror came alive, for that's the day he would be considered righteous and worthy. Wei WuXian laughed at such silly thoughts, for he no longer had fate in the mirror.

The mirror, ah yes, the mirror still stood. Placed in the center, it remained the only thing of wealth. These days, however, Wei WuXian no longer asked if he were the fairest of them all.

Having gotten no herbs and no magic. No gems or pearls, fancy clothes, and golden brooches. Wei WuXian stood plain-featured as any commoner. And despite having gotten hair past his knees and bright silver eyes. Lips red and cheeks rosy. Perfect skin and a healthy body. Wei Wuxian believed he was now ugly and hideous.

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Wei Wuxian choked and gasped for air as he reemerged back to the surface. Stumbling his way out of the pond, he threw himself on the ground, dug his fingers into his hair, pulled, and screamed in utter agony.

It was one of those days when his mind felt like a foreign land, no longer harnessing the will to live. It was one of those days when he no longer believed he could wait for the cave to open, eventually setting him free. It was one of those days where he would surrender himself to death with open arms.

The only problem was, Wei Wuxian could not die. Like today, he tried to kill himself many times, in many ways, for many years. Choking himself until the air left his lungs, climbing the walls and jumped down, drowning himself inside the cave's pond. Nothing worked, for every time he died, he would come back to life where he would weep on the ground and beg for death.

However, the dark magic would not even grant him that ounce of mercy, for he still had years of servitude to pay, yet he tried anyway. It was a wonder he hadn't gone insane.

After spending hours on the ground, dripping wet in the old torn, deteriorating robes he still wore - a comfort of the outside world he once knew and loved. Wei Wuxian dragged himself up, where he dropped himself back down on a stone pillar - a place he called 'bed' beside the mirror and dozed off into a deep slumber.

The hours passed, and as he slept, his eyes twitched when a flash of blue pastel illuminated the cave, followed by a musical strand of a guqin string. The first cord sounded rather dim. The second, however, bounced off the walls, snapping Wei Wuxian awake.

The magical melody flowed out of the mirror, like waves, crashing into the cracks of the cave. When lights poured out from the mirror, blinding Wei Wuxian for a second or two, he gasped and jolted off the floor, silence ringing inside his head.

Not long after, the strings of musical melody stopped playing, leaving Wei Wuxian watching on in curiosity as a glob of gold flowed out of the mirror and onto the ground. A lovely sight to behold. Though he didn't know what it was, beautiful, Wei Wuxian thought, perhaps the most fascinating thing he had ever seen, apart from himself - or who he used to be, that is.

The golden liquid appeared to have a life of its own as it slowly began molding a frame of its own - the shape of a man. Rising off the ground, it built itself with broad shoulders, tall and muscled abs, golden hair reaching past his hips, and a sharp distinctive, emotionless face. When it finished, he - whatever it was, Wei Wuxian did not know, resembled a statue - a golden statue, almost god-like.

It made Wei Wuxian think back to the time - a hundred years ago, to be exact, when he was the most beautiful king of them all. He would stay up many nights at a time, waiting - hoping the mirror would one-day show itself, and now that it has, Wei Wuxian wanted to jump for joy. Back then, he knew he wasn't mad when he reminisced about hearing voices echoing out of the mirror. Those so-called dreams he'd been having weren't hallucinations. The mirror - or whatever lived inside, was indeed alive.

Though, because of the mirror man's striking beauty despite being made of solid gold, for a moment, Wei Wuxian found himself becoming envious of the motionless figure that rose from the mirror. However, when the understanding of him finally being free from the cave's imprisonment, Wei Wuxian's envy changed into excitement.

But the mirror - the golden man - creature - statue, didn't look as friendly as Wei Wuxian hoped. He didn't look like he would've praised Wei Wuxian the way Wei Wuxian hoped for a hundred years ago, much less freeing him from the demonic energy's confinement.

But to Wei Wuxian's astonishment, the man in the mirror took a step forth and kneeled before him. Head bent low, the word, "My king," dark and bold, fell from his mouth.

Memories of Wei Wuxian's past self reemerged, prompting a rather pompous smile to will his cracked lips. Ah, those indeed were the times of lavishness and lies.

Spending years trapped, Wei Wuxian believed he would eventually lose his sane mind before making it out alive. But now proved different. All thoughts of self-hatred went away in an instant. He felt as though he'd finally claimed his crown, becoming a king once again - a king in control. And perhaps Wei Wuxian was, for he owned the mirror, and possibly the golden man that came with it.

Wanting to put his theory to the test, "Stand up," Wei Wuxian commanded. And like an obedient, mindless slave, the man in the mirror complied.

Amused, "Hmm," Wei Wuxian hummed, smoothing the silk locks of hair with his slender fingers as he eyed the golden man with hungry eyes. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes," the man from the mirror replied instantly. "You are my master."

Wei Wuxian beamed, bright and toothy. He liked the sound of that. Unquestioning and uncaring, Wei Wuxian shrugged his shoulders, missing the practically hidden smirk the mirror man revealed in his bowed-down state.

"Really?" Wei Wuxian gave a small laugh as he began circling the grounded man, gorging at the sight of solid gold. "If so, why didn't you show yourself when I first found you? Why were you hiding?"

"You were not worthy," replied the man in the mirror.

"Oh?" Wei Wuxian arched a brow in disbelief. "And why so?"

"Your heart was black - your soul - black," The mirror man answered. "You cared not for anyone but yourself. Your people starve while you lived in luxury. You were once a great ruler, then you were not."

Wei Wuxian frowned. "So you think I've changed - Since then? You think I'm all flowers and sunshine?"

"Yes." The mirror man gazed at Wei Wuxian as the former king halted in front of him. "All these years, I've spent watching you. You no longer think so highly of yourself. You no longer seek death toward others. You no longer harness hatred."

The sides of his cheek flushed red. With the man in the mirror secretly watching him all these years, what a rare sight it must've been. To think of the lewd things the poor man must've witnessed.

Getting those horrendous images of the years of self-loathing he'd been doing out of his head, "I was told," Wei Wuxian said, "When I'm righteous enough, you will come and take me out of here. I'm ready to leave."

The mirror man glanced aside for a mere second before finding Wei Wuxian's eyes. Pity filled his own when he said, "I'm afraid that the demonic cultivation you once practiced had lied to you, for I cannot free you from the confinement it had placed you in."

"What? You're -" Wei Wuxian chuckled in disbelief. That can not be true. He refused to believe that. "No - I - So you're telling me I'm doomed for eternity?"

"Yes. This cave is your home, for eternity," The mirror man replied. "You caused this upon yourself."

Wei Wuxian saw invisible colors, forcing him to snap a hand against his head. The dose of self-indulgence moments ago left his body just as fast as it appeared. When his feet turned cold, his breath declined, and his knees began wobbling. Wei Wuxian dropped to the ground.

The golden man, who stood tall, proud, and unmoving, watched as the former king withered on the floor, spilling heavy drops of soundless tears. When Wei Wuxian couldn't keep his cries silent anymore, he bawled out, loud and hard. His body possessed no strength, no will, no desire, no hope left. There was nothing, and it's all his own fault.

"Unless," The mirror man eventually said. Resting a cold, solid golden hand against Wei Wuxian's shoulder. "Unless you want to come home with me. My home." Voice nearly pleading and daring at the same time as his fingers slightly tightened against Wei Wuxian's shoulder.

Wei Wuxian sniffed at his running nose and stared up. The beads of tears kept dropping in chunks as his lower lip wobbled. "What do you mean?" He asked.

The mirror man smiled, soft and warm despite his touches being frozen and hard. "Back in the mirror, there's another world, better than the one you once knew of. My king, I can take you away if you like. But once you enter, you must remain there. Forever."

"Why would you want me to go?" Wei Wuxian asked.

The mirror man gave out a hushed groan. "Because. I can give you the life you truly deserve, my king. The life you craved. The praises you craved," he said. Painting a pretty picture that Wei Wuxian gobbled up with interest. "Are you willing to come with me, my king?"

Wei Wuxian thought for a while. Anywhere was better than the cave of hell. It wasn't lovely being all alone, slowly observing his mind carving to stone. So what if he would live among golden statue people in an unknown land?

"I will come with you," Wei Wuxian said. Sealing his faith with a faint nod of agreement.

"Hmm," the mirror man hummed in triumph. "I thought you would. However, like all things, there is a price you must pay before entering," he lied.

That caught Wei Wuxian's attention. Of course, how could there not be? After all, nothing in this life came for free. Whatever it was, he knew he would agree wholeheartedly.

Dusting his dirty robes, Wei Wuxian got up. "Well, what must I do? Bite my tongue off? Rip an arm off? Trade my voice. Oh, I know -"

"Let me fuck you," the mirror man interrupted.

Wei Wuxian violently shook his head, "Wait, what?" As he eyed the unmoving golden being, Wei Wuxian awkwardly chuckled. "You can't be serious?"

"Is that a yes, or no?" The mirror man replied, sounding just as cold as his icy touches felt.

Wei Wuxian did not answer, because - What the fuck?

Wei Wuxian clasped his palms together. So things took a one-eighty turn, that's fine, right? He figured he'd better approach this more reasonably. Seeing how the man from the mirror clenched his knuckles from impatience, Wei Wuxian tsked. Pervert.

"Look," Wei Wuxian said, "I don't know where you came from - But here - Ugh. I mean, you just can't go up to people and ask these sorts of things - you know? I mean, you're hot and all, but isn't there like another option?"

"No," the man from the mirror replied, lifeless and dull.

"Ugh." Wei Wuxian scratched the back of his head. "Okay then. How about, give me some time to think about it? That sounds reasonable, no?"

"We don't have time," the man built of gold answered.

Wei Wuxian groaned. "What you mean 'we don't have time?' We have all the time in the world! Well, I do anyway."

The golden man did not respond. Instead, he just stood there, frozen, with that demonic expression on his hardened face as he awaited Wei Wuxian's answer.

After spending a century in this prison, isolated from the outside world, and starved for physical touch, Wei Wuxian figured, fuck it. He might as well do what the man from the mirror asked of him. It was a small price to pay for freedom.

"Alright, I'll do it," Wei Wuxian said.

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The man in the mirror smiled almost devilishly. And when he brought his hand forth, he collected Wei Wuxian’s palm and kissed at the knuckles. An act of gratitude that made Wei Wuxian blushed from past memories of having been glorified by the common village people in his old kingdom.

“My king,” the mirror man whispered. Despite his voice being so faint, it echoed off the walls causing Wei Wuxian to shudder. “My name is Lan Wangji,” Lan Wangji licked at Wei Wuxian's index finger. “Courtesy name, Lan Zhan,” And sucked at his ring finger. “But tonight,” Using his tongue, he placed a final caress at the back of Wei Wuxian’s palm, “You may call me, Hanguang-jun.”

Wei Wuxian groaned and bit his lower lip. Goddamnit, the man in the mirror - Lan Wangji, sounded so sensual and seductive. And for a moment Wei Wuxian even considered worshipping Lan Wangji instead. But his self-centered mind would not allow that, so rather, Wei Wuxian said, in a raspy, desire filled voice, “Praise me some more Hanguang-jun.”

And thus, Lan Wangji complied.

Lips of solid gold found their way to Wei Wuxian’s collarbone, tenderly caressing the milky flesh. With each peck, words of praise willed Lan Wangji’s parted lips while his hands brushed aside the dirty robes, robes unfit for a king - until it fell against the damp floors where it belonged.

“My king,” Lan Wangji breathed near Wei Wuxian’s ear, “A rare jewel you are. So beautiful. So breathtaking, you put all the Gods to shame.”

Wei Wuxian moaned, tilting his head to the side and drowning in Lan Wangji’s choice of words. “Tell me more,” he husked out, badly in need of being worship.

“I’ve been watching you - my beautiful king. I must say, you indeed are the fairest amongst them all.” Wei Wuxian groaned needy, and weak as he drew Lan Wangji’s face near and kissed him deeply, neglecting Lan Wangji's sudden change in tone.

Their lips connected, and they kissed lustfully and hungry. This being Wei Wuxian’s first kiss, he proved to be sloppy, but Lan Wangji seemed not to mind when he slid his tongue into Wei Wuxian’s mouth and moaned lovingly. Wei Wuxian liked it - in fact, he rather loves the taste of gold sliding along his tongue. And when he kissed back with such aggressiveness, Lan Wangji had to wrap his hand around his waist to keep him still.

Perhaps if he’d known a kiss would taste this delicious, he would’ve done it way back. Despite him being evil and rotten to the core, Wei Wuxian had cherished himself for the person he would one day deemed his other half. But times have changed, and those silly thoughts went along with it.

Wei Wuxian wanted more. He wanted to devour - no. He wanted to breathe life into Lan Wangji until the golden man turned to flesh and bones. But when Wei Wuxian started heaving, that’s when he knew it was time to pull apart, for the idea that the man in gold could be human was preposterous.

Wei Wuxian chewed on his lip, ran his fingers across Lan Wangji’s shoulder, and hummed. Gently, he urged the man lower until Lan Wangji sank upon his knees in front of Wei Wuxian. His eyes, however, remained pierced into Wei Wuxian’s own. “Praise me some more,” Wei Wuxian beckoned as he slithered his fingers through Lan Wangji’s golden strands of hair and tugged until he hissed.

Lan Wangji showered Wei Wuxian with words he so greatly desired. So lost in his own world, Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and allowed Lan Wangji to bathe him with praises. Then, when the sweet nothings came to an end, before Wei Wuxian could ask for more, he gasped when Lan Wangji fondled his cock before devouring the thick length into his mouth.

Wei Wuxian had never experienced anything like this before. It was nothing like touching himself - no. This feeling, this - this was pure ecstasy. It made Wei Wuxian’s eyes rolled back. It made him groan and moaned. It made him drool and choked on his own spite the faster Lan Wangji bobbed his head upon his cock.

And Lan Wangji, oh. With those devious lips stretched wide around his cock, Lan Wangji was watching - studying him from down below. And when Wei Wuxian heaved out and thrust forth until his knees started buckling like a newborn calf, Lan Wangji grabbed him by the legs so he won’t collapse and worked faster.

He needed more. Despite not being able to take more, Wei Wuxian never wanted this feeling of absolute bliss to end. Like a madman, he craved more and more and more as he fucked himself into Lan Wangji’s mouth despite his failing knees.

However, every good thing must come to an end. So when he choked out another deprived moan, Wei Wuxian came, thick and long, submerging inside Lan Wangji’s mouth.

Lan Wangji tugged against his cock - drinking like an animal dying of thirst. He sucked and pulled, and when Wei Wuxian breathed out, “Hanguang-jun, that’s enough,” Lan Wangji ignored him until Wei Wuxian began twitching from up above and falling forth from overstimulation.

Before Wei Wuxian could completely fall over, Lan Wangji drew away from his cock, and got off his knees. Standing beside the former - twitching king, Lan Wangji’s hands roamed through the creases and cracks of Wei Wuxian’s back, trailing down his spine, making Wei Wuxian shudder just the slightest.

Lan Wangji continued showering the king with more unnecessary praises until Wei Wuxian regained his stand.

Then, Wei Wuxian leaned into the crock of Lan Wangji’s neck and dragged his tongue all the way up to his ear, Lan Wangji groaned.

Soon, within the palm of Lan Wangji’s hand began glowing, and like magic, finely white silk sprouted out of his palm and onto the floor where it lay for Wei Wuxian to bask in.

The silk cloth was enchanted, and it glowed. It made Wei Wuxian’s eyes twinkle, making him wonder what else lies within the mirror world apart from men who resembled that of statues.

“Lie upon it, my king,” Lan Wangji instructed. As thus, Wei Wuxian eagerly obeyed.

Wei Wuxian moaned lazily when his back came in contact with the silk cloth. It’s been a century since he had experienced any form of material glory. The sensation of having fine silk - fit for a king, wrapped around his exposed body felt outer-worldly and divine, so he moaned some more, ignoring Lan Wangji’s hungry eyes.

Lan Wangji went near him, and Wei Wuxian smiled in a daze, drugged-like state. The way Lan Wangji stared at him, almost animalistic, made Wei Wuxian grew hot. The pits of his stomach boiled, his mouth ran dry, and his softened cock sprung back to life.

Lan Wangji made no attempts to move. He stood there, examining the impatient king as he squirmed around while letting loose a few unmanly whimpers for no particular reason.

Wei Wuxian rolled onto his stomach - almost exotically while resting on his elbows and lifted his ass in the air. He glanced over his shoulder and batted his lashes, beckoning Lan Wangji over.

And who was Lan Wangji to ignore a king’s orders?

When Lan Wangji knelt before Wei Wuxian’s wobbled ass, he brought his hands forth, cupping the plumpy white cheeks. Squeezing both sides a little too hard until the pale flesh held a little color, Lan Wangji hummed lowly from hearing Wei Wuxian’s lusty moan.

Then, sliding his thumbs between the cracks, Lan Wangji parted Wei Wuxian’s ass, savoring the sight of a luscious pink hole that seemed to be begging him to taste, to which Lan Wangji complied.

Wei Wuxian could not see that Lan Wangji’s tongue began losing its gold. Replacing it within a much more human tongue, pink, warm, and wet to the touch. But when Lan Wangji dipped the tip of his tongue inside, earning a sweet moan from the king, Wei Wuxian hissed and arched his back, wondering why the mirror man’s touch suddenly felt human.

Lan Wangji’s tongue thrust deep and daring. In out, In out, Wei Wuxian shuddered, forgetting all about the feeling of human contact and completely losing himself within the sensation. His needy, lusty moans and whimpers proved so. And by the looks of things, Lan Wangji too seemed to be enjoying himself as he twisted and twirled his tongue inside Wei Wuxian until spit dropped below, soaking through the white silk.

Not long after, when Wei Wuxian’s hole lay dripping wet, Lan Wangji removed his tongue, but not before kissing the twitching hole and sucking a few love bites upon his ass.

“My king,” Lan Wangji spun him onto his back so he could look at the mess Wei Wuxian turned out to be. “Every man on earth should be jealous of the beauty you possess,” Lan Wangji whispered, kissing Wei Wuxian’s hardened nipples one at a time before trailing upon his collarbone, “Pleasuring you is an honor.” His neck, lips, eyes, forehead. “Every single part of you deserves to be worshipped.”

“Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian moaned out, arching his back, offering himself to the man from the mirror. How Lan Wangji’s praises did things to him. He craved Lan Wangji more badly. But despite craving, Wei Wuxian would never stoop as low as to beg. Oh, but how he wanted to.

It wasn’t hard to tell that Wei Wuxian’s silent teasing got to Lan Wangji’s head. And when he grunted and positioned Wei Wuxian onto a kneeling position, Lan Wangji got behind him, and he too kneeled before brushing away the sweat-steep hair that pierced upon Wei Wuxian’s face.

Still kneeling, Wei Wuxian rested his head upon Lan Wangji’s shoulder. Lan Wangji parted his legs and kissed the crook of his neck. “Are you ready, my king?” Lan Wangji breathed out. His voice filled with husk, for he’d been drowning in lust.

Wei Wuxian groaned and licked the sides of his lips. “Yes, Hanguang-jun,” he replied in all eagerness.

All it took was for the tip of Lan Wangji’s cock to brush against his twitching hole for Wei Wuxian to bite his lips and pushed his ass against the - surprising human cock. When Wei Wuxian was about to turn around, wanting to see for himself, Lan Wangji trained his face back forward and pushed all the way in before Wei Wuxian could notice.

The sudden thrust was unexpected. It invaded Wei Wuxian’s space, forcing him to take the pleasure Lan Wangji’s cock gave him with the pain. From behind, Lan Wangji slithered a hand, wrapping his fingers around Wei Wuxian’s neck, while the other wrapped around his cock.

The pressure between his hips testified with each pounding thrust. Wei Wuxian could see the slight bulge of Lan Wangji cock when he glanced down. He could see Lan Wangji’s hand working his cock - matching the rhythm of Lan Wangji’s own thrust. And he could see, from Lan Wanghi’s biting grip against his neck, the gold that adorned Lan Wangji seemed to be chipping off - like flakes.

Wei Wuxian wanted to ask what was happening when the golden flakes floated in the air and dissolved. But Lan Wangji kept taking his breath away, causing Wei Wuxian to let loose more choked moans as Lan Wangji fucked him silly.

Behind him, Lan Wangji bit down on his shoulder one too many times. He sank his teeth in and tasted the flesh. It's as though Wei Wuxian’s body somehow turned into Lan Wangji’s personal canvas for him to decorate how he pleased.

As the minutes went by, Lan Wagji fucked into him harder and harder and harder, like an animal - no, worse than an animal, more like a beast that’s finally been set free. The air within the cave became stale from the smell of sex, and the only sound that could be heard was the loud slaps of skin against skin accompanied by loud moaned, groaned, and needy whimpers from both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

Soon, Wei Wuxian helped accompanied Lan Wangji, and together - with his hand cupping Lan Wangji’s own, they worked on Wei Wuxian’s cock until the pits of Wei Wuxian’s stomach boiled and with a throaty moan and a call of “Hanguang-jun,” he came to his second completion of delightful pleasure.

Wei Wuxian drooled and laid his head back upon Lan Wangji’s shoulder. He hoped Lan Wangji would ease his thrusting, just for a little bit at least. But when Lan Wangji picked up speed, sending Wei Wuxian into a full-body shudder from being overstimulated, he no longer felt like a king, instead like a lowly servant, whose only purpose was to provide pleasure.

Lan Wangji grunted near his ear before nibbling. His hand never left Wei Wuxian’s neck, forcing him to gag every once in a while from lack of air. Lan Wangji still offered breathless praises to Wei Wuxian, however, Wei Wuxian’s own moans drowned them out.

Although hazy, Wei Wuxian could see - and feel, more skin upon the mirror man. He tried paying clearer attention, but when Lan Wangji tightly wrapped both hands around him and started thrusting sloppily, there wasn’t much Wei Wuxian could do.

Lan Wangji moaned - almost musically, groaned and grunted from behind him. He kept saying, “My king,” over and over again. However, the words fell short, and Lan Wangji found himself repeating, “Mine.”

Then, with a final “Mine,” he came. He came so hard, they both began shaking, and Lan Wangji had to clamp down upon Wei Wuxian’s shoulder to steady them both from falling face over. And though Wei Wuxian tried wiggling away from the bite, Lan Wangji held him in place while allowing his seed to flood Wei Wuxian’s insides until it seeped out from the creases.

When he pulled out and unwrapped his hands from around Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian fell face-first against the soak silk cloth before groaning for having hit his precious nose.

Concerned, “Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji’s eyes widened. He lifted Wei Wuxian’s face off the ground and looked him in the eye. “Are you alright?”

“Oh Hanguang-jun, I think you’ve ruined me,” Wei Wuxian replied, chuckling. His eyes grew tired and weary.

Seeing this, Lan Wangji smiled and laid beside him. There, he wrapped his arms around Wei Wuxian like a protective blanket. The last thing Wei Wuxian saw before falling soundly asleep was the last bit of gold crust floating away from Lan Wangji’s body, revealing a man instead.

An hour later, when Wei Wuxian woke up, Lan Wangji was there, waiting for him beside the mirror. Wei Wuxian’s eyes shimmered against the light that ignited off the mirror, opening what appeared to be a portal leading to another world.

However, inside this world wasn't like anything Wei Wuxian was familiar with. Dense forest trees spread out as far as the eyes could see, overran by cascades and slippery hilltops and snowfall.

Ah yes, snow fell, and when the cold breeze gushed out from within the mirror, Wei Wuxian shuddered, wrapping the silk around his shoulders.

His eyes soon found their way back to Lan Wangji, the man who was once made of solid gold. He was no longer gold, but a man instead. A beautiful one at that. And when Lan Wangji reached a hand forward, Wei Wuxian knew it was finally his time to leave the godforsaken cave and start a new life.

So, without so much of a hushed whisper, Wei Wuxian covered himself with the silk and took hold of Lan Wangji’s hand. Together - hand in hand, they journeyed into the mirror.

As Wei Wuxian stepped foot within, the portal sealed behind them, and the mirror shattered to pieces, sealing Wei Wuxian inside for eternity just as Lan Wangji promised. The walls from the cave that Lan Wangji told him will never open, opened as the barriers came crashing down to the world Wei Wuxian once knew and loved.

Turns out, Lan Wangji lied to him, and the dark magic did not. The dark energy delivered on its promises that once the mirror showed itself Wei Wuxian could leave.

If Wei Wuxian had waited a bit more, he would’ve seen the cave opening for himself. But he did not. So from one prison, he willingly entered another. Only this time, he was no longer trapped and unwanted. This time he would be cherished, loved, and cared for.

You see, for the past century, Lan Wangji had been secretly watching him through the mirror. In the beginning, Lan Wangji held a sort of hatred toward the wicked king. But upon seeing Wei Wuxian naked one morning, his hatred shifted to lust. And years later, after constantly finding himself falling asleep to Wei Wuxian's fluting, Lan Wangji fell in love.

Wei Wuxian doesn't know, but from that moment he chose to step foot inside the mirror, he belonged to Lan Wangji. Well, that's what Lan Wangji kept telling himself anyway, for when it came to Wei Wuxian, he would have it no other way.