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The night is long, but I will stay with you. May you have a good dream, a fire, and a light. And a home.

Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun, 279, Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou

Wei Ying isn’t just a talented cultivator, he is also the beloved disciple of the renowned Hangguang-Jun of the Lan clan. So when his shizun suddenly starts acting strangely, the disciple immediately concludes that he must be cursed. 

It starts off with something simple: In Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji never allows any disciple to feel excluded. He teaches everyone with patience and follows appropriate methods to grade their performance fairly. But it’s glaringly obvious that he favors his A-Ying the most. 

Lan Xichen, his shizun’s older brother, reprimanded Lan Wangji for it until he realized that his lectures fell on deaf ears. Nie Huaisang, another disciple close to his age, even noticed and teased a red-eared Wei Wuxian after seeing their shizun comb through his hair possessively during a dangerous mission. Wei Ying has denied it then, too dense and insecure to even entertain the thought of his shizun caring for him that way. Lan Wangji, after all, is special. A true prodigy that mastered his weapons at a young age and a handsome bachelor often sought out by both men and women whenever he went outside. 

Anyone would be lucky to have you as your husband, they’ll say while Wei Ying watches from the sidelines, a pink shade coloring his cheeks, both from the heat and growing discomfort. Are you sure you aren’t interested? 

Lan Wangji, polite and straightforward, always says, No. There is already someone I have in my heart. And if his shizun’s hand - larger and thicker than his - will find itself between Wei Ying's parted legs on the same night, fucking his sweet A-Ying’s cunt with only his fingers until his younger lover’s jealousy is forgotten, it’s no one else’s business but theirs. 

Keep quiet if you don’t want to wake the others, little one. Shizun will say while stretching out his poor pussy, while all Wei Ying can do is whimper and loosely wrap his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. Why would I find someone else when my A-Ying already gives me the best faces to look at while he warms my bed, hm?

His shizun always welcomes every student and child with kindness and subtle encouragement. After a particular mission, however, Wei Wuxian is surprised to hear his shizun yell at a disciple for writing a talisman wrong; a simple and honest mistake anyone can make. Lan Wangji’s eyes seemed vacant for a long while, as if he wasn't speaking as himself, but as a puppet with strings controlled by a much greater force from above. He quickly apologized and excused himself for the rest of the night, keeping himself inside his room that even Wei Ying did not get the chance to eat dinner with him.

The strangeness did not end there, for days the Cloud Recesses received news of Lan Wangji - the honorable Hangguang-Jun! - getting drunk until he either passed out on the street or started a fight for no reason aside from showing off strength. A worried Wei Ying always tended to his wounds and prepared the warmest soup for his shizun. 

Wei Wuxian has just finished washing the dishes he used to cook when he heard a familiar voice coming from outside the pavilion. Lan Qiren , he concludes with a pair of furrowed eyebrows. His shizun’s uncle only visited and spoke this seriously during dire situations. Convinced that he must be speaking about his shizun, Wei Ying disregards the sect’s rule that eavesdropping is immoral, and walks with silent steps to listen to the conversation. 

“...cannot keep acting like this. He’s hurting the reputation of our sect and scaring the disciples.” Lan Qiren sounds tired and worried from having to clean up after the mess of his nephew. It’s unclear who the other person is. “Wangji is not… this. This isn’t how he usually acts. He is under a curse.” 

Wei Ying agrees wordlessly from where he is hiding with a determined nod. His shizun is the gentlest person he knows. Surely, someone is out to tarnish his reputation and wish him harm! 

“If he is, then he is getting weak.” The other voice hums thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s paying the price of being a prodigy. When was the last time he dual cultivated?” 

Dual culti—

Amid the feeling of his stomach dropping, Wei Ying’s thoughts find themselves spiraling. Although he has laid with his shizun multiple times, Lan Wangji has never… gone… all the way with him, insisting that Wei Ying isn’t ready yet, much to the latter’s chagrin.

Lan Qiren’s eyes widen at the scandalous question, sounding so funny that Wei Ying would have found it entertaining in a normal situation. “You dare speak about my nephew that way!?”

“Do not misunderstand my intentions. His energy is getting weak if you think he is vulnerable to curses. If he doesn’t pull himself together, the elders will only get involved.” The person pauses, “I know someone from a brothel not too far away and…”

Wei Ying cannot listen anymore. 

He quickly removes himself from the kitchen and walks aimlessly inside the empty home, too jealous and hurt to think straight. Lan Qiren… cannot do that to his own nephew, can he? What about shizun, does shizun want to cultivate with someone else? Did shizun realize that he does not want him and is acting out so he can sleep with someone more beautiful? 

The young disciple doesn’t realize that he is tearing up until a pair of warm hands cupped both sides of his face, guiding his head to look up, only to be met by his shizun’s dark eyes. 

“Wei Ying,” shizun murmurs as his thumb caresses his wet cheek. The gesture so tender and Lan Wangji that it comforts him in an instant. His Lan Zhan. His shizun before the curse. “Tell me who made you cry.”

Unable to hold it anymore, Wei Ying allows himself to slump against the older man’s torso with a pitiful whimper. Relief flooded his chest in an instant the moment Lan Wangji’s arms wrapped around him protectively, as if shielding him from invisible enemies inside the peaceful jingshi. Wei Ying is so overwhelmed that he can feel himself slowly slip away, only whispering one word with need and urgency. 

“Lan-er-gege… Lan-er-gege…”

“Shh, A-Ying.” Lan Wangji kisses his temple and inhales his scent, frowning at the display of distress from his lover. “Come here. Lay with your shizun.” 

Lan Wangji carefully tucks him on his shizun’s bed before locking the doors. The look on his shizun’s face is unreadable, but Wei Ying is too distressed to care, suddenly remembering the conversation from outside. 

“Lan-er-gege, please kiss me…” He requests shyly, sitting up on the bed and reaching out to straddle his shizun’s lap. He blushes when large hands are put on his waist to keep him in place. Wei Ying makes a soft noise when Lan Wangji meets his lips for a heated kiss, so passionate and intense that Wei Ying simply follows his lead, moaning quietly when Lan Wangji’s tongue forces itself inside his mouth. “Hh… Ah, ah… mm…”

Wei Ying allows his shizun to remove his white robes, exposing his chest and pink nipples for his lover to see, leaving him naked while the older man remains fully clothed. The difference of their states makes his stomach clench in anticipation. Under Hangguang-Jun’s hungry gaze, A-Ying feels like a vulnerable prey waiting to be devoured. But he’s always wanted to belong somewhere, hasn’t he? Now he is Lan-er-gege’s.

Lan-er-gege will take care of him. 

His back arches to present his breasts when Lan Wangji pinches his nipples. In the past, shizun toys with his perky breasts first, groping them while promising that he will leak milk when he fucks him pregnant soon, and it is always enough to make Wei Ying come from just his sensitive mounds being played with. 

“I barely even touched you and your cute nipples are already hard,” Lan Wangji coos as he rubs the pebbled nub under his thumb. His voice so close to his reddening ears causes Wei Ying to leak a generous amount of wetness from his pussy, encouraging him to grind his wet cunt against his shizun’s clothed erection, desperate to rub his folds against his shizun’s crotch. 

“Please, I…” He pleads as he moves his hips like an experienced slut. He supposed he is a slut now for his shizun. A needy one at that. If it is dual cultivation that may cure his shizun, A-Ying can be a simple hole for his beloved to use. “Shizun, this disciple needs y-you…”

“Patience, A-Ying.” Lan Wangji removes his hand from his chest and cups his pussy instead, causing him to squirm and whine out loud. That’s it. Let the others hear that his shizun does not need anyone else to dual cultivate with. 

He can please his shizun on his own! He is Wei Ying’s!

Submitting himself to his selfish thoughts and warm figure of Lan Wangji, Wei Ying spreads his legs until his knees are almost at the level of his shoulders, showing off his puckering hole for his shizun to touch. 

He whimpers when Lan Wangji’s larger hand massages his sensitive clit, the younger man hiccuping from his sobs. “Lan-er-gege… do you see how ready this disciple is to take you? I’ve been good…”

Lan Wangji struggles to keep the last thread of his self-control intact. His beautiful disciple is acting like whore in his bedchambers. How can he not ruin him? 

“You cannot take me yet.” He tries explaining to his A-Ying, his sweet and still innocent lover, even after rounds of making him cum from just his fingers and tongue in the past. 

The young disciple shakes his head stubbornly, recalling the conversation from the courtyard earlier. “Does… does shizun want someone else?”

Lan Wangji looks at him in surprise. Too bewildered to process his A-Ying’s question. No one has captivated him the way A-Ying has. “What.” 

“Shizun… do you want someone else? This disciple has been saving himself for you…” He cries when a particular motion on his cunt sends him twitching. “This disciple’s virgin pussy doesn’t want anyone else…”

He only stops speaking when he feels Lan Wangji kiss him on the mouth, this time moving gentler, effectively silencing his mind until only the sandalwood scent of his shizun filled his senses. 

“This shizun also wants you, A-Ying. How dare anyone feed your head with lies?”

Wei Ying breathes softly. “Shizun…”

“I love you, A-Ying.” Lan Wangji leaves a mark on his neck. “Do not forget. Do not think otherwise.”

“I love you… Lan-er-gege, take me…”

“I will ruin you for anyone else, A-Ying.” Lan Wangji slips two of his fingers between his lover’s pinkish folds without warning, earning a loud moan from his A-Ying, whose mouth parted as drool escaped the side of his lips. “Shameless slut.”

“I love you…” Rendered boneless and dumb from being penetrated, Wei Ying can only sob mindlessly while his shizun scissored his opening. “I love you so much… Shizun, Lan-er-gege…”

“You haven’t even taken my cock yet,” Lan Wangji comments with amusement, admiring how disheveled Wei Ying looks on his lap. A wave of possessiveness makes him hold Wei Ying by his hair, forcing him to look in the direction of his cunt being split open. “Wei Ying is so wet already.”

“A-Ying wants shizun’s cock…” Wei Ying produces more of his juices from the erotic sight of his shizun’s fingers moving in and out of him. “Ahnn… Hnng, hnng…”

Lan Wangji curls his digits against his lover’s sensitive spot. “Do you want my cock, sweetheart?” 

“Yes… I do…” A-Ying whimpers with a nod, gulping visibly as he watches Lan Wangji remove his forehead ribbon and remaining clothes to reveal his hard cock, looking erect and eager to impale his virgin pussy. “L-Lan-er-gege…”

Lan Wangji lets out a hum. “Getting scared?” 

Wei Ying shakes his head and surprises his shizun by stroking his manhood, whining softly as he takes in the length of his shizun. He isn’t sure if it will fit him, but isn’t he made for his shizun to fuck? Surely, his body will adjust to him. For shizun, he can do it. For shizun, he can do anything.

“Inside…” He whispers absentmindedly, looking up at Lan Wangji with pleading eyes filled with lust. “Inside, shizun… please…”

“You can do better than that, little one.” Lan Wangji pulls his fingers out from Wei Ying’s hole to join Wei Ying in stroking him. “Or are you too dumb to beg now?” 

He watches his disciple struggle to form coherent sentences, tears gathering from the corner of his eyes from frustration. 

“You said you were a good disciple,” Lan Wangji coaxes his lover, gently guiding both his smaller hands to his neglected chest, rolling his nipples under his own thumb. Lan Wangji’s cock aches from the need to fuck his disciple silly. “Won’t you be a good wife for your husband?”

“Husband…” A-Ying continues playing with his own breasts, mimicking what Lan Wangji does when he toys with them. He pinches the bud, which earns a whine from the back of his throat; he kneads his tits, which causes them to jiggle and redden; and he rubs the erection with a whine. “Husband… p-please, impregnate this wife… I want my husband's cock…”

Lan Wangji wraps his arm around his trembling frame with a coo while his other hand aligns the tip of his cock to the opening of his cunt. The entrance is tight, despite the wetness that helped as lubricant, Wei Ying’s slippery hole struggles to open itself for him. 

“I’m sorry, baby, it’ll feel better soon.” Lan Wangji showers his disciple with kisses in an attempt to comfort the writhing man, the latter’s hands now scratching on his back to distract himself from the pain of getting filled for the first time. “Do you trust me? I won’t hurt you, darling.” 

“Lan-er-gege’s cock is too big…” A-Ying hiccups from his shoulder while tears stained Lan Wangji’s neck. The disciple sounds wrecked just from taking cock. “A-Ying feels full...”

Lan Wangji’s manhood forces its way between his disciple’s chubby folds, half of his cock throbbing hotly inside his A-Ying. “Shh. Almost there, little one. You’re doing great. Can you endure it a little more, sweetheart?

“I’m going to break…” The younger man cries earnestly, even as his warm, velvety walls clench around his shizun’s dick to welcome the intrusion.  “Hurts…” 

“I know, sweet wife.” When Lan Wangji finally inserts the entirety of his length inside, Wei Ying’s pussy convulses and a gush of white liquid drips on his shizun’s balls, earning a satisfied groan from the older man. “Good boy. A-Ying is such a good boy.”

“Hnng…! Lan-er-gege…” Wei Ying’s hips shakes. His pussy tightens around Lan Wangji’s fat cock, now glistening with his cum. “I-I’m sorry…! A-Ying feels too good…!” 

For a moment, Lan Wangji’s vision fails him and he flinches, causing Wei Ying to look up at him with worry. The air suddenly feels suffocating. The elders think he’s too weak now, don’t they? Think they’ll still say that after he’s done sullying his precious disciple? 

“What a fucking slut, coming just from having cock stuffed into you. Did they send you here to whore yourself out to me, A-Ying?”

“Hnng… Hn, ah… Ah, husband…” Wei Ying keeps sobbing, his frame trembling harder from the accusation, feeling extra sensitive after just having orgasmed. “No… I love you… I won’t let anyone hurt you…”

Lan Wangji softens with a blink, unsure of what prompted him to speak to his beloved that way.  “I should just hide you away from the others so they can’t use you against me. You should stay here with me and be my sweet, obedient wife.” 

“A-Ying can be Hangguang-Jun’s wife…?”

“Mn, I only want A-Ying to be my wife.”

“Promise me you won’t go to brothels, Lan-er-gege…” 

Lan Wangji doesn’t know how Wei Ying can even think that he is capable of entertaining anyone else other than him. 

“I already have a whore to warm my bed.”

His A-Ying nods repeatedly, as if to agree, and pulls away from his neck to show off his perky tits again, both his hands squeezing the round mounds to seduce the older man. A-Ying preens at him under his wet lashes.

“Will husband impregnate A-Ying too…?” Unable to wait any longer, his impatient A-Ying lifts his hips up only to slam back down with a cry. He repeats the motion until his smaller body gets used to the size of his shizun’s cock inside him, while a mesmerized Lan Wangji watches as the girth of his manhood takes shape on Wei Ying’s pale stomach. “Ah, ah, yes! So big…! My husband’s so big… I feel so full… Ah, ah, ah!” 

Lan Wangji’s hands find their way to A-Ying’s waist, guiding the movements of his beloved while thrusting to meet his eager pussy. 

“Fuck.” He kisses his A-Ying’s mouth and bites his lip. “You want to be bred that badly? A-Ying wants to be my little wife, is that it?”

“A-Ying wants to be Hangguang-Jun’s little wife…” Wei Ying’s body remains pliant under the sweet torture against his cunt, too lost in lust and drunk in pleasure to think straight. He eagerly meets Lan Wangji’s movements by bouncing on his shizun’s length enthusiastically, producing lewd noises from his asscheeks slapping against Lan Wangji’s thighs. “Hnn! Hnn, mm! O-Oh…! Lan-er-gege can do whatever he wants with A-Ying’s body!” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hums. “Anything I want?”

“Yes… yes, anything… A-Ying loves Lan-er-gege’s fat cock…”

His shizun’s eyes darken and he presses his hand against the shape of his cock on A-Ying’s stomach. “And if I breed A-Ying?”

Wei Ying’s cunt clenches around him at the thought. 

Already, he can see himself carrying his shizun’s unborn child, making him round and plump, turning A-Ying softer and more tender. A-Ying will be so good!  He will be the perfect docile wife for his shizun: singing for their little one to help them go to sleep before A-Ying spreads his legs and lets his shizun have his way with him, keeping his pussy stuffed with Lan-er-gege’s cock until his semen plants its roots in A-Ying’s fertile womb on the privacy of their marital bed. 

“Yes… A-Ying wants to be a mama...” The disciple starts sounding distressed. He arches his back and displays his chest on Lan Wangji’s face, whining when his shizun doesn’t take one nipple between his lips. “Touch my tits, please, Lan-er-gege? I want to leak milk soon…”

How can Lan Wangji say no to that? Messily, Lan Wangji bites and sucks on the nipple of his disciple, leaving the erect buds wet with his saliva. The sensation of Lan Wangji’s tongue against his breast and his bulbous cock assaulting his insides are enough to trigger A-Ying’s second orgasm.

“Something’s coming out…!” Wei Ying wraps his arms around Lan Wangji’s head, unwilling to let his lover release his chest as he coats Lan Wangji’s moving cock with his cum, crying out loud as his shizun fucks him through his orgasm. “Haaaaah… Sensitive! Too sensitive! Ah… Hnng… A-Ying feels w-weird!” 

“I’m sorry, little one. Let shizun fuck you, hm? Fuck, I can’t stop. I’m so sorry, baby.” Lan Wangji pounds into him with brutal strength, sending shivers down Wei Ying’s spine while his body shakes from the intensity of his shizun’s thrusts. “Such a tight, pretty pussy. Don’t want to stop fucking A-Ying’s precious cunt. Give yourself to your shizun. That’s it.”

“Hnng, hnn… I-It’s okay, shizun. A-Ying will take it for you…” Wei Ying sobs while his body is left with no choice but to take the cock ramming in and out of him. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he feels an unfamiliar tightening on his stomach. 

Without finding the voice to warn his shizun, Lan Wangji’s length pops out of his hole to make room for more escaping fluids, his release lasting longer this time.  

“Lan-er-gege, h-help me…” He squirts uncontrollably, making a mess of himself as he coats his shizun’s torso and thigh with transparent liquid. Wei Ying bites his lips to keep himself from crying. He has only seen this from Nie Huaisang’s graphic novels. Will shizun look at him differently now? Does shizun think he’s dirty?

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji is determined to wring out more orgasm for his disciple. He does not let his love recover from his release before switching their position to throw Wei Ying on his back. He hisses as he strokes his cock and watches with hooded eyes as Wei Ying’s cunt oozes with cum. “A-Ying is so beautiful. Show me your cunt, sweetheart.”

“No… No, please.” Wei Ying scrambles to finger himself, catching Lan Wangji off guard. Just what triggered his disciple to act this way? When did he become this shameless? Two of Wei Ying’s thin fingers move in a futile attempt to give his pussy satisfaction from missing a cock inside of it. “Hnng… Husband… Husband, I’m empty again… Do not be cruel…”

He comforts his disciple by kissing his face, whispering sweet nothings to his ear as he inserts himself between A-Ying’s delicate pussy. His beloved visibly relaxes at the sensation of being filled again, his dirty fingers gripping the sheets of the bed. 

“Ah… hnn… ah…” His eyes roll at the back of his head, mouth parted cutely as streaks of saliva remain visible on his chin. 

“A-Ying… I love you.”

His sweet A-Ying trashes wildly when Lan Wangji picks up his pace, torturing the sensitive spot inside of him while he hooks one of his legs on his shoulder, leaving a handprint on A-Ying’s thigh from the rough fucking. A-Ying rolls his hips to clumsily help his shizun, a fucked-out expression adoring his face every time Lan Wangji’s balls slapped his reddening asscheeks with a lewd noise. “Ye-yes… Love y-you… Love you… I’m going crazy… Husband’s cock is so deep… A-Ying’s pussy is all ruined now…” 

The nonsensical babbling of his little one urges him to fuck him harder and faster. He lifts A-Ying’s lower body from the bed by holding his hips with both of his hands, effectively stopping A-Ying’s slutty movements, leaving his wife at his mercy. 

“Is this deep enough?”

“Yes…! Hnn! Hnn, deep! Lan-er-gege’s so d-deep inside A-Ying…!” A-Ying’s legs start shaking from the older man’s ministrations. “Don’t leave m-me… Lan-er-gege…”

“I won’t,” he promises. Lan Wangji’s cock twitches inside him as A-Ying’s heavy tits bounce at the rhythm of his thrusts. “My A-Ying stays with me. Forever.”

“Ah, ah , hnn! Lan-er-gege will let A-Ying stay in his home?” A-Ying breathes with a small, sincere smile, looking up at his beloved shizun with  devotion. “Lan-er-gege will give A-Ying a big family?”

“I won’t let you get away from me.” Lan Wangji stops recognizing his voice at some point, speaking in a lower tone, eyeing his love with hunger. “You will never leave me, A-Ying.”

But it’s gone too soon, as if it never happened. 

“I’m near,” Lan Wangji curses when his thrusts begin to lose their composure, signalling him of his own release. Wei Ying eagerly takes what his shizun is giving, too fucked-out and blissful to care about the bruises forming on his waist, only focusing on the promise of carrying his shizun’s seed. 

“This wife is ready for breeding…” He absentmindedly murmurs, happily dreaming of building a family with his shizun. Yes… that is what he’s here for. To give Lan Wangji a home. With unfocused eyes, his A-Ying reaches for his stomach, moaning softly at the girth that formed as proof of Lan Wangji’s animalistic fucking. “Ah, ah, ah! I’m cumming…! My pussy’s c-cumming again! Put a baby in A-Ying, p-please… I’m yours!” 

Finally, Lan Wangji pushes his hip forward and buries his cock deep inside to fill A-Ying’s walls with his cum, sending A-Ying into another intense wave of orgasm. A-Ying makes grabby hands to reach for his shizun, sighing contentedly while he happily receives his shizun’s cum with Lan Wangji’s arms wrapped around him possessively. 

“So deep… Ahnn…! Thank you… Thank you so much…” He sobs happily as Lan Wangji’s load overflows from his clenching pussy. He bites his bottom lip to control his breathing, panting so heavily from their intense love-making that all he can do is lay there prettily for Lan Wangji, like a used ragged doll. 

Grateful but too weak to move, A-Ying settles for letting his pussy squeeze his husband’s cock, still hard and twitching after rounds of abusing his needy hole. When he looks up, Lan Wangji is already staring at him with an unreadable expression. 

“Husband?” A-Ying calls out softly, cupping Lan Wangji’s cheek with his hand. He pecks his lips in a shy manner and moves his hips weakly. Breathless whimpering escapes his mouth. “Are you still…” 

The tip of Lan Wangji’s ear reddens and he looks away. “I…”

Giggling, Wei Ying continues the movements of his hips while ignoring the soreness on his lower regions. He moves languidly and moans in a broken voice when Lan Wangji places his thick hands on his asscheeks to control his slutty grinding. With a cry, he shakily spreads his legs wider, giving his shizun easier access to the cunt he deflowered. 

“Ah…! Ah…! Hnn!” Wei Ying feels his slit leak more juices from the stimulation. Lan-er-gege’s cock is so mean. A bully! “Oh…! Mmmn! A-Ying’s slutty pussy wants more… Breed this wife again, please?” 

Lan Wangji adjusts their position to please his disciple, pulling out to press his back against Lan Wangji’s broad chest before fucking A-Ying for the nth time that night. This time, Lan Wangji embraces him from behind as he makes love to his A-Ying, cupping his swollen tits while he rams his fat cock rough and deep enough to make A-Ying see stars. 

“Lan Zhan,” A-Ying allows himself to say his shizun’s name in the privacy of their love-making, sniffling as he rubs his own enlarged clit clumsily, pressing himself closer to his shizun by turning his head to look at his handsome face. “I love you… I love you… Please keep making love to me.”

Lan Wangji kisses his neck and his mouth, forcing A-Ying’s lips open with his tongue to kiss him sloppily before pulling away with a thin string of saliva between their swollen lips. Not for the first time, he feels the crushing weight of fondness for his disciple. 

So heavy that it’s painful to carry around.

He inhales Wei Wuxian’s scent from his nape. “I love you, my sweet A-Ying. I love you so much.”

The smell of lotus keeps him grounded. 

For how long, he doesn’t know.

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A 39-year old Lan Wangji wakes up with company beside him. Blinking slowly, it takes him a while to recognize the youthful face of Wei Ying, and the sight of it makes him stop shifting. 

Wei… Ying? The emperor tries to reach for the hair on his forehead but ends up recoiling out of fear that the image will disappear as soon as he touches it. This… This is a dream. Wei Ying. Wei Ying. A-Ying. The younger man is sleeping next to him, safe and warm, but that’s impossible.

Wei Ying, his wife, is dead. He killed him. 

This is a dream–a cruel one. Either that or a memory he is being forced to relive. The latter thought almost makes him laugh. How dare fate show him this after feeding him with deceitful memories for years? How dare Wangji yearn for something he failed to protect? He remembers this day now. He remembers A-Ying confessing to him boldly after just a week of turning nineteen and Lan Wangji promising to spend the rest of their lives’ night-hunts together. 

Determined to preserve the peaceful look on A-Ying, he makes a selfless decision for the first time in many years and sucks in a deep breath, sitting on the corner of the bed with his back turned from his deceased wife. Too hurt to look at A-Ying. And too guilty to bask in the comfort of his wife whose life he ruined. Lan Wangji needs to get away from here. He needs to wake up soon. 

The cultivation world may hate him, but he is still emperor. Now that he can think with clarity, he can finally make amends to the victims of his past tyranny and restore peace by passing the throne to someone more suitable. When did he start wanting to become emperor? Didn’t he dream of a simple life on the farm with A-Ying?

When did he lose himself? 

He clutches his head with his hands and feels his fingers sting from the lack of white ribbon around his forehead. Where… 

“Shizun?” A soft voice calls out to him and Lan Wangji freezes.  

He turns his head with his heart on his throat, feeling nauseous when A-Ying gives him a familiar and insecure smile. He has seen this smile before. A-Ying wears this when he is jealous but can’t find the right words to talk about it, so he masks his discomfort by joking around and pretending he is fine. 

When Lan Wangji doesn’t speak, A-Ying looks down while his fingers play with the fabric of his shizun’s blanket nervously. “Is shizun leaving?”

“I…” Lan Wangji’s brows furrow in confusion when he hears his own voice. Does he sound… younger? The emperor steels himself. As good as this dream sounds, he cannot stay here forever, even if his body aches to hold A-Ying and wipe the sad look off his face. 

He reaches for his late wife and gently squeezes A-Ying’s hands together, his own heart constricting at the difference in their sizes. Is A-Ying eating well in this fake world? 

“I’m sorry,” Lan Wangji trembles and caresses the pair of hands with his own. He chokes in his own words as tears gathered from the corner of his red-rimmed eyes. “I’m sorry, A-Ying.”

A-Ying curls his body in an attempt to make himself smaller. Looking as if he is bracing himself for rejection, A-Ying makes a pitiful noise. “Does shizun regret last night so much that he is crying?” 

Last night? Lan Wangji mourned him last night. He wept until sunrise and held his wife’s corpse in his arms to protect the lifeless body from getting taken away by the Jiangs. Just the memory of his death makes him shiver and he shakes his head. 

“I’d do it again,” he promises and finally musters the courage to touch A-Ying by the face, who looks up at him in surprise when he feels his shizun fix the stray hair on his forehead. “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

“Hurt me?” Despite his growing confusion, Wei Ying moves by pure instinct and nuzzles his cheek against Lan Wangji’s palm as the older man cups his face. “Did shizun have a bad dream? Last night, shizun… shizun and I kissed for the first time.”

Alarms ring on Lan Wangji’s head. This dream is beginning to sound too real. Come to think of it, in his previous dreams, he’s never allowed to hold and caress A-Ying’s image this way. His wife either vanishes or ends up saying something hurtful. 

I regret marrying you, a vision says one time, and his clueless wife had to pay the price for a nightmare he isn’t responsible for by getting fucked while Lan Wangji reminds him that he belongs to the emperor. He leaves enough bruises and love marks to remind A-Ying that his heart, body, and soul all belong to Lan Wangji. He recalls ramming inside of him roughly while his wife is bent into a mating press. What are you crying for, little one?

A-Ying has sobbed harder upon hearing him back then, while his fat pussy lips open themselves up for his husband’s cock. Because my Lan-er-gege still thinks A-Ying will ever think of leaving him. 

Lan Wangji swallows a lump on his throat, disgusted at himself.  “Are you really here?”

“I’m here… Don’t cry, shizun.” 

“A-Ying isn’t hurt?” 

His wife sits up and eyes him with worry. He loosely wraps his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck and kisses him on his wet cheek shyly. “I have a reliable shizun who always protects me.”

Lan Wangji’s resolve crumbles and he finds himself embracing the other man. He doesn’t know how it’s possible for an image to be this warm and alive, but he’ll take it. When Wei Ying’s lips part slightly in surprise, he uses it to his advantage and kisses him full on the mouth, uncaring that this A-Ying may be inexperienced in this timeline. 

“A-ah…” A-Ying struggles to keep up with the intensity of his shizun, whimpering quietly when Lan Wangji’s tongue assaults its way inside, his two hands gripping tightly on his shizun’s robes while he clumsily tries to kiss him back. “Hnn…”

“A-Ying…” Lan Wangji licks his lips and only pulls away so he can plant kisses on his neck next. Wei Ying squirms in Lan Wangji’s hold, obviously overwhelmed. His shizun just kissed him last night, now he’s leaving love marks on A-Ying’s pale skin. “You’re here. You’re here.”

“Shizun…” A-Ying tilts his head to grant him better access to his neck. “Haaah… More, please?”

The innocence in his wife’s tone makes Lan Wangji reach for his clothed ass, squeezing the fat mounds with his two hands while A-Ying melts at his shizun’s shameless display of affection. His shizun is touching him! His shizun wants him! 

Just as Lan Wangji reaches under his wife’s robes, someone knocks on the door and calls out to him. Wei Ying whimpers anxiously, waiting for Lan Wangji to remove his hands from his lower body, but his shizun only continues groping him. With parted lips, the young disciple quietly mewls as Lan Wangji kneads his bare asscheeks with a possessive grip.

“A-Ying doesn’t need to focus on anything else,” his shizun kisses his earlobe. 

“S-Shizun… I feel hot…” Wei Ying moves to sit on his lap, rubbing his wetness against Lan Wangji’s leg and whining when his leaking pussy stains the fabric of the latter’s clothing. A-Ying humps his thigh in a clumsy rhythm with dazed eyes. “Hnng, hnng… Yes… Shizun, keep holding me, please?”

Lan Wangji kisses him again to swallow his precious sounds, casting a spell to avoid letting anyone hear the noises they are making. Wei Ying is his. He pulls away only so the pair can remove the remaining articles of their clothing. A-Ying visibly gulps when he is given the sight of his shizun’s cock, an adorable blush spreading across his cheeks. 

Lan Wangji notices it. “A-Ying?”

“Shizun…” Wei Ying starts, another gush of liquid escaping his leaking cunt when Lan Wangji presses his toned chest against his back, the two of them lying on the bed with Wei Ying’s smaller frame on top of him. The young disciple throws his head back on his shizun’s shoulder as large hands spread his thighs apart to expose his virgin hole. “Touch me… Touch me more. Please, keep doing that… Nnnh , I love you, shizun…”

The older man hisses as he rubs Wei Ying’s clit on circular motions, observing the shaking of his legs, the rise and fall of his breasts, and the reddening on A-Ying’s ears. He kisses his temple wordlessly, heart bursting with affection. 

“Has anyone else touched you here, little one?” He already knew the answer, of course. But not everyone is given the chance to deflower their wife for the second time. Heavens, let him indulge this once more. 

“N-No… Never! I only want shizun– ah, ah! S-Sensitive…” Wei Ying trembles against his hold, but Lan Wangji is determined to keep him in place. He gently pats his inner thigh before tormenting his peeking clit again, slapping it this time. “Shizun! Shizun, be gentle with A-Ying, please…”

Lan Wangji moves his wet hand upward until his fingers reach A-Ying’s tits, squeezing his boob and pinching his erect nipple. “How about here, hm?”

“Annh… Hnn! Hnn, n-no! Lan-er-gege is so mean…” He hears his lover sob, turning his head so he can face his shizun properly. “A-Ying wants a kiss…! Please? I want shizun to kiss me while touching me…” 

“Open up, little one.” Lan Wangji captures his disciple’s mouth in a sensual kiss, sucking his bottom lip and meeting his tongue until they produce lewd noises. “Good boy. You saved yourself up for shizun nicely, didn’t you?” 

Wei Ying nods frantically, moving his hips in a shy manner until Lan Wangji’s cockhead is nudging his wet pussy lips. “Yes… I love you… It can’t be anyone but you…”

With a small smile, Lan Wangji kisses him again and thrusts his hips forward, sending shivers down Wei Ying’s spine. “I love you. Shizun wants to make love to A-Ying’s pretty cunt. Can he, my love?”

“Mn… Yes, please!” A-Ying presses his swollen lips into a thin line to bite back a moan when an unfamiliar sensation penetrates him slowly. His lips part in surprise. “Shizun! Shizun–! Uhhnn–! Gently, please! You’re A-Ying’s first…” 

Lan Wangji shushes him by kissing his face and jaw, hands caressing him soothingly. He massages A-Ying’s thighs as he spreads them apart. “Let shizun take care of you, A-Ying. Do not be scared.” 

“No one has ever treated me this way,” he bursts into tears from the overstimulation. In an attempt to distract himself from the pain, A-Ying reaches for his puffy clit, recalling what his shizun has done earlier. “Hnng! Ah! I’m not scared… Shizun doesn’t scare me…”

“I want to lock you up here,” Lan Wangji cages him in his arms protectively, possessively , moaning next to his ear as he impales his poor disciple’s pussy. “Shizun wants to make sure no harm can reach you. Can I keep you here, little one?” 

Wei Ying thrashes against him, too overwhelmed to stay still, but Lan Wangji manages to secure him against his chest. He doesn’t give him the time to adjust from the penetration, the older man’s mind too occupied with thoughts of claiming his love for the second time. 

“Haaaah… Hnnghh… Gege, gege…” His wife drools uselessly when the older man accelerates his pace. “A-Ying’s stomach feels so full.”

Already? “You will feel fuller when I fill you.”

“Promise me, gege? Breed A-Ying, please! P-Please– ah !” Wei Ying gasps while Lan Wangji continues to pound into him, the disciple’s tongue lolling out of his drooling mouth from the overstimulation. Lan Wangji has to fight back a smile from the disheveled state of his love. 

“I love you. I will keep you here forever.”

He leans in for another kiss, taking advantage of the silencing spell he casted and happily curling his tongue with Wei Ying’s until shy mewls escape his lover’s mouth. “Ahnn… Hnn, I love you… Gege, w-wait…”

He does not wait. Instead Lan Wangji moves his lips to his neck, planting sensual kisses on his bare skin as Wei Ying’s knees wobble from the attention he’s receiving from the other man. He repositions his wife until their chests are pressed against each other, taking one puffy tit inside his mouth while Wei Ying’s hips move in languid motions to fuck himself with his shizun’s cock. When Lan Wangji releases his nipple, Wei Ying’s body finally gives out, collapsing on top of his shizun while the older man pulls him apart from his animalistic strength and eagerness. 

Tears form at the corner of Wei Ying’s eyes. He should be humiliated to be used and fucked like this, but he can’t . He nuzzles his nose against his shizun’s neck, sighing contentedly, unable to feel anything else but the length of his lover’s cock sliding in and out of him. He was made for this, wasn’t he? He was made to take shizun’s cock. 

“Gege,” Wei Ying hiccups while he moves his hips weakly to help his shizun chase after his release. He wants to be of use to the older man. He has to help his shizun! He cries out when calloused hands spread his asscheeks apart to knead them, more of his slick gushing out from his pussy from the way he’s being treated. “Gege, is A-Ying making you feel good?”

“You are,” Lan Wangji kisses his forehead and Wei Ying finds himself melting from the tenderness. His walls clamp around the twitching cock inside him, excited and pleased at the thought of making his shizun feel good. “A-Ying is so tight. So warm and perfect for me.”

Wei Ying blushes at the praise, looking up at his shizun under his wet lashes and kissing him on the lips. “Lan-er-gege… A-Ying’s pussy loves gege’s fat cock. Uhhnnn… ! Can A-Ying have it everyday? Please? Ah, ah, ah !”

“You are my wife,” Lan Wangji’s low voice reminds him. Wei Ying misses the emotion in his tone, too wrecked to register anything aside from the constant assault on his cunt. “There is nothing I will deny you.”

The sweet nothings whispered to him and carefulness of his shizun stops Wei Ying’s hips from moving to open him up nicely and have his first release. The young disciple sobs as he clings onto his husband, sniffing quietly while his pussy spasms from the amount of cum leaking from him. 

“Gege, w-what’s happening to me– uhn! Ah, aah! Ah, gege! Lan-er-gege !” Wei Ying’s eyes roll back in pleasure when his shizun doesn’t let him adjust to recover from his orgasm, choosing to fuck him right after instead. Drool drips from his wobbling chin as he trembles like a leaf. “Hnn! Hnn, please ! Help me, help me!” 

Both of them know the little one does not actually need any help. No one is allowed to enter his shizun’s room without explicit permission from Hangguang-Jun. No one is coming to save him. No one can hear him cry out either. But his shizun promised to breed him, did he not? Isn’t Lan-er-gege’s affection salvation in itself already? 

“I’m going to cum.” Lan Wangji’s hips start moving erratically. He eyes the helpless disciple on top of him, looking thoroughly fucked-out just from one session of love-making. How cute. “Take it, little one. Be nice, hm?”

“Ah, ah… Ahnn…” Wei Ying nods weakly, unable to utter coherent sentences. Nonetheless, his little one tries to give him a pretty smile meant to reassure him. “Ah… Nnhhg…” 

With a loud groan, his shizun wraps his arms around him, covering his body with his own. Wei Ying sobs harder when thick ropes of cum make their way inside of him, shooting so deep inside he’s certain his husband has successfully reached his delicate womb. He wants it. He wants it! 

“A-Ying?” His love questions gently, wiping off the sweat from his forehead and fixing the hair that landed on his face. “Are you all right?”

Wei Ying sounds breathless. The older man soothes him by caressing his back. “Yes…” 

“I need to draw us a bath, love. Let me take care of you.”

“No!” Wei Ying stubbornly shakes his head, not quite leaving his delicate headspace yet. He starts shaking again, this time from anxiety. “Don’t leave! Don’t pull out, please? I can still make you feel good!” 

“Breathe, little one. I’m sorry, I won’t leave. I won’t let A-Ying be alone.” Lan Wangji kisses him as an apology, murmuring an I love you and more I’m sorry against his swollen lips. “I am yours.”

Nodding his head, Wei Ying slowly relaxes. Neither of them make a move, content on feeling each other up and having Lan Wangji’s soft cock nestled inside of him. 

“Shizun?”

While playing with his hair, Lan Wangji hums. “Hm?” 

“Did you mean it… when you said you wanted to marry me?” 

Ah. If only he knew. “I did. I still do. I want to marry A-Ying. There is no one else.”

Wei Ying meets his lips for another soft kiss, sounding happy at the response he received. Soon enough, the two are all over the sheets again, making love until Lan Wangji is convinced enough to know that this is real. His A-Ying is back in his arms. While he makes his sweet wife sing him the prettiest noises in bed, he makes a promise to himself. His two lifetimes belong to his love.

No regrets.