"Lan Zhaaaan~" Wei Ying sighed contentedly, his eyes closed and body relaxing further into the bed below him. "You don' gotta do this." He mumbled, but made not effort to move.
A soft hum of acknowledgement came from over him where Lan Zhan was kneeling.
"Mn. But Wei Ying is sore. He worked hard today."
Wei Ying sputtered a laugh, but gasped when a spot Lan Zhan rubbed felt too nice. "'M gonna be jello~"
"I eat jello."
Wei Ying blinked a few times before he barked a laugh. "Lan Zhan!"
His husband only gave a fair smile,
happy to continue working out the aching muscles. "Wei Ying deserves to be spoiled."
"Mm, don't tell me that, I'll start making requests."
"Such as?"
"Playing with my hair, making me yummy food."
"Mn. Will do both of those."
"Lan Zhaan~ fine. But only if you let me spoil
you in return. You're too good to me."
"Wei Ying deserves the best. But I will accept your terms."
Wei Ying snickered before melting into the mattress as Lan Zhan's massage continued. If that massage led to some mind blowing sex before dinner, well, no one needed to know.
Then Wei Ying's favorite foods were cooked before they took a long, hot bubble bath together, where Lan Zhan happily doted on his husband, washing every inch of him before gently drying him off, combing his long hair out, and then curling up in bed, playing with Wei Ying’s hair
until he became so tired.
"Mnn." Wei Ying snuggled into Lan Zhan's chest. "I love you, Lan Zhan."
"Mn. And I love you, Wei Ying."
"Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, my love."
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"You're joking right?" Wei Ying huffed a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes scanned over Lan Zhan from his spot under the tree, "There's /no/ way I could have a /crush/ on him! I mean, It's... It's Lan Zhan! Mr. Fuddy-Duddy! It doesn't matter that he's gorgeous!"
Thank you Sophie for the amazing idea! I literally have so much excitement over this.
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“All you need to do,” Wei Wuxian said quietly, tying the blindfold around his brother’s eyes. “Go up the mountain, it’ll probably take you about two or three days to find what you’re looking for. Just remember, you can never take this off. You’ll find her and just tell her you
Lungs deprived of air, breathing ragged to compensate. The phone on the desk rang and a quiet grunt left Lan Zhan. His jaw tightening slightly before he answered the phone.
A sharp gasp of breath came from below him and he gave
a sharp glance, quickly loosening his tie before sliding it off, pushing it forward, a muffled sound following.
"Hello?"
"Ah! Secretary Lan, my apologies for calling so suddenly, we have a young man here stating he- ah, are you alright? You sound out of breath."
"I'm okay, I just took the steps today, I should do it more often apparently." His golden eyes peered over the thin rim of his golden glasses. "You said there is a visitor?"
Fierce, desperate, wild, untamable. That was their relationship. From first meeting when they had both recently presented, their were sparks that no one was prepared for.
No one else would be able to handle.
Wei Ying was strong for an omega. He had trained his whole life as if he were to be an alpha, to be the protector for the Jiangs, just as his father once was.
He was agile, fierce, fearless. Not to mention he was self assured. He /knew/ his skills. He /knew/ what he could do.
He was a threat to alphas and betas alike. In fact, his ward, Jiang Cheng, wasn't even able to beat him once in a match. He was prized in Yunmeng for his strength, for his pride, for his skills, wit, and charm.
Then there was Lan Zhan. Cold, distant, powerful. He was the
The door opened with a loud bang, hitting the wall so loud poor Lan Zhan jumped at his desk before he turned to see the intruder. Honied eyes widen and his mouth suddenly feels as if he ran a marathon in a desert.
"Wei Ying?"
Silver eyes curve into half-moons and Lan Zhan can feel the mischievous energy radiating off his boyfriend.
No further work was getting done tonight.
"You're under arrest."
A perfectly trimmed brow raises an Lan Zhan knows this part well. It's his turn to play along.
He lets his eyes trail slowly over Wei Ying, taking in the beautifully tailored officers uniform he has on. Where he got it from is unimportant, but Lan Zhan will ask later.
He looks so good. Too good. It's unfair and Lan Zhan feels himself enjoying the scene a bit too much when
"Did you think I would let you get away with double crossing me?" Wei Wuxian's voice was cold and dripped with malice despite the calm demeanor.
"Sir I swear I di-"
Without so much as blinking, Wei Wuxian raised his and
fired the pistol in his hand, his expression melting into indifference. "Clean up this mess, I have plans." He stood, locking the safety into place and tucking the gun away and stpped over the now lifeless body, making his way out of the compound.
Yiling Patriarch, ruthless,
cold, calculating. A danger in the world of crime. No one had more loyal men (aside from the stain currently on the floor), no one had their hands in as many businesses, no one pulled more strings than him.
He was feared by all, and if you were unlucky enough to see his face,