WangXian: Reunited ✔

Chapter 13: Dare I Hope?

"Lan Zhan." he cried silently, "Please don't break my heart again."

~LAN ZHAN'S POV~

Lan Zhan stood there in shock as he tried to process what Wei Ying just said. It was like he had finally waved that little white flag of his in surrender. 

After so long, Wei Ying had finally dragged his famished and impoverished army back into the gates of Lan Zhan's warm embrace. Lan Zhan realized the significance of his words, and a grateful smile broke out across his face. 

Wei Ying was willing to forgive him. He was ready to put aside all the misunderstandings of their past, and extend an olive branch towards him. He was prepared to get his heart broken all over again, if only he could once again experience the sheer bliss of being in Lan Zhan's arms. 

Lan Zhan's heart trembled at the trust Wei Ying had for him. 

His Wei Ying trusted Lan Zhan enough to once again entrust his heart to him. He had allowed Lan Zhan to become the pillar he relied so heavily on upon. He let Lan Zhan be his anchor, his lantern in the dark. And at long last, Wei Ying had conceded to the yearning of his heart. 

He had extended this treaty of peace, so delicate that it would've easily been blown away by the wind, had Lan Zhan not pounced on it, desperate for some measure of comfort.

"Wei Ying..." Lan Zhan whispered with utter devolution. He tried to say more, but a lump formed in his throat. Thoughts bombarded his brain, and old memories pushed to the surface. There were memories of him and Wei Ying- cherished memories of their time together. There were moments, where he saw his mother- split seconds were the pain he felt, cracked his very soul. There were times when he saw fleeting faces, some which he recognized, and some which he didn't. 

Memory after memory raced across his brain, like the ragged pages of a storybook. And for the first time in ages, Lan Zhan allowed himself to feel. He opened himself up to a whirlwind of emotion threatening to overwhelm him. He let himself acknowledge the suffering that had accompanied him throughout most of his life. He felt the soul crushing agony of his mother's death. He endured the years of numbness- years that seemed so painstakingly slow, but yet never seemed to last. 

Lan Zhan grabbed Wei Ying, crushing their lips together. He kissed him with a sense of urgency, almost as if he feared Wei Ying would disappear if he didn't act now. 

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying moaned, melting into his embrace. 

Lan Zhan was breathing hard. His heart was beating so fast that Lan Zhan felt it was trying to claw its way out of his chest. A wave of yearning overcame him. He hadn't realized how much he missed the feel of Wei Ying's lips on his. 

Before, he had always taken his little ray of sunshine for granted. Lan Zhan had always assumed that no matter how bleak the situation, Wei Ying would always be there to lighten up the mood. And it was because of this, that the young Lan Zhan had taken a liking to Wei Ying almost instantaneously. But because Wei Ying had never seen him as more than a friend, Lan Zhan had never voiced his feelings aloud. It wasn't until Lan Zhan had carried a dying Wei Ying back to Burial Mounds, that he finally found the courage to confess his feelings. To his surprise, Wei Ying had just looked at him, eyes sparkling with newfound hope. His Wei Ying was just about to reply, when the life suddenly faded from his eyes. And the arm that he was reaching out, dropped to the ground with a thud. 

Lan Zhan shuddered at the reminder. That day was one he wished to forget. 

"Nghh... Lan Zhan," Wei Ying breathed, fingers curling in Lan Zhan's hair. Wei Ying's presence brought Lan Zhan back to himself- and all the unpleasant thoughts of the past, were buried under a tsunami of passion. 

Lan Zhan felt the desire coursing through his veins. He wanted so badly to give into the primal, more animalistic side of him. He wanted desperately to mark Wei Ying as his. Lan Zhan craved nothing more than to just take Wei Ying, right then and there. 

But... he couldn't. He couldn't, because Wei Ying wasn't ready. He couldn't, because Wei Ying's heart was still fragile and delicate. He couldn't, because he wanted to do things right this time. 

He wanted to take things slowly this time round; He wanted to banish away all the pain and suffering Wei Ying had endured; He wanted to show Wei Ying that he was more than a good fuck, that he wasn't just someone for Lan Zhan to scratch his itch every once in a while. 

"Wei Ying..." Lan whispered, voice heavy with regret, "Not now." 

Wei Ying frowned, "Why not? Am I not good enough?" he challenged in a teasing tone. Though he said it in a lighthearted way, his eyes shone with insecurity. 'What if Lan Zhan changed his mind? What if this was all a lie?'  

Wei Ying squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to get his heart broken again.  

Lan Zhan cupped his hands around Wei Ying's trembling face, and gently brushed away the tears that threatened to fall from Wei Ying's watery eyes. "You are," he said seriously. "But I want to do it right this time." 

Wei Ying scoffed. 'So this is why Lan Zhan stopped? Oh god. This has got to be the dumbest reason ever. Only a fuddy duddy like him would ruin a perfectly good make out session for something so little...' 

"Lan Zhannn..." Wei Ying whined, "Please?" 

Lan Zhan blew out a deep breath. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were clenched around his sides as he struggled to maintain some form of self control. "Later," he managed at last. 

Wei Ying pouted, "But I want to do it now..." 

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan warned, voice strained. 

Wei Ying puffed out a breath, and threw his hands up in the air, "Ah fine. Have it your way then," he grumbled, pouring himself a cup of wine. 

"Cheers," he said sarcastically before tipping the wine back and swallowing in one gulp. 

Lan Zhan sighed before sitting down at the table with him. 

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying said before mischievously holding up a glass for Lan Zhan. "Your turn." 

Lan Zhan frowned at the wine as he contemplated whether or not to drink it. 'I really shouldn't...' he thought. But one look at Wei Ying's pleading face, and his heart melted. 'Just one sip wouldn't hurt,'  he reasoned, before responding, "Alright."