[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[69.] Letters.

   

Today was one of Wei Wuxian's weak days. 

Lan Zhan gave up trying to talk some sense into him – he just wanted to spend as much time as was possible with their son; he knew that this wouldn't change, ever. So he rather got used to following his actions and wishes in his own way.

He had taken most of his clothes off as the bedroom was too warm for him. Half lying in the bed, he had propped his back on several big pillows and was enjoying having Wei Ying so close to him – he was lying between his legs, his head in his lap, his hair was flowing free, unbound. It was one of those days that they would spend together, talking and enjoying each other.

- How's Zewu-Jun's letter, darling? – Wei Wuxian looked up, frowning slightly.

- It is... he sounds happy. – Lan Wangji smiled.

Their eyes locked; they were smiling at each other, drinking the view, calm and comfortable – it was a perfect moment. Wei Ying murmured:

- I am glad. They both deserve it.

- He confirms our suspicions. The bond is definitely magical. He warns against spending too much time with the Mistress too. And I worry too, Wei Ying...

- I know. I know. But you know I cannot do it any other way. – Wei Wuxian rubbed his cheek against Hanguang-Jun's pants, making him gasp briefly.

- I am glad you feel alright, my love. For now. But as the baby grows, it will need more. Now we are alternating days, but maybe in spring we will need to alternate weeks? – Lan Zhan gulped and said thoughtfully.

- I was thinking the same thing. But I hope to discuss this with our brothers. I cannot entrust Miao Lu with anyone who's not family, Lan Zhan. – Wei Ying frowned. – Bai Li is managing right now, but I prefer she stays with cultivators when she is not with us.

Lan Wangji nodded.

- We will see Sandu Shengshou's opinion on this. He is not too fond of...children... It seems... - Lan Zhan smiled down gently.

- Ah, you see, that's the problem with Jiang Cheng. He has closed himself so much, and he is so guarded, that no one knows him fully. I hope this changes now. I hope Lan Xichen's love can...heal him... You are saying that... he loves him?     

Wei Ying looked incredulously in his husband's eyes. Jiang Cheng was hard to love.

- I believe so. Zewu-Jun is not the type to fall for emotions as strong as love or hate as often as most people do. The very fact that he discussed it with me speaks a lot. I believe it is real. – Lan Zhan caressed his husband's hair and his eyes wandered through the window. – I just hope he doesn't get hurt... again. It will surely kill him. A heart can only be this  broken once, Wei Ying. Once in a lifetime... I should know.

- Yes, I understand. My brother desperately needs to feel loved. And if what you're saying is true – I think they will be just fine. They complement each other. – he smiled and squeezed his hand in his own. – Is it like that with us too, Hanguang-Jun? You think?

- I can't say, sweetheart. People seem to think so. I only know my heart. – Lan Wangji murmured.

Wei Ying forgot all about the letters. He moved up, leaning over Lan Zhan's body, using the opportunity that he was topless to caress his chest, all flushed and panting. Lan Zhan smiled and closed his eyes – his arm moved to hold Wei Wuxian's waist, keeping him close.

- Hanguang-Jun, why are you so fine? – he was whispering. – How is your skin so smooth... why are your lips so soft... How are your hands always warm, so gentle...

He buried his burning face in Lan Wangji's neck, enjoying the scent of his body, of his hair, drunk on happiness.

- I only love you, darling... Nothing more. That is all. - Hanguang-Jun murmured, taking him fully in his arms and holding his body close gently. They breathed together, hugging, warm and happy.

- Say my name, Hanguang-Jun... I love it when you say my name... -  Wei Ying blushed.

- Wei Ying...  -  he leaned in and kissed him slowly.  - Wei Ying... My love...

Wei Wuxian reached and kissed him too, his hands moved to stroke and caress gently, enjoying the access to his skin too much.

- Husband...

- Wei Ying... Beloved... Wei Ying...

Lan Wangji exhaled shakily and laid him down on his back on the bed, his hands never letting go of him, so that he was on top of him, seeing himself reflected in those eyes that were full of love and joy. Wei Ying's hands were caressing him, almost making him want to cry – the touch was always so careful and gentle. He held loose stands of hair up, as Lan Zhan bent down and kissed his lips fully and softly, yet thirstily.

- Are you a dream, Hanguang-Jun... Sometimes I think I have just gotten to Heaven... Because you are Heaven, Lan Zhan... - Wei Wuxian murmured, gasping, catching his breath.

- Wei Ying...

- You are my happiness, Lan Zhan...

They stayed like that for a while, embracing, smiling, feeling each other's bodies, listening to each other's heartbeats. Finally, Hanguang-Jun asked:

- What about A-Yuan's letter, darling?

- I couldn't understand much... - Wei Ying mumbled. – Obviously, the things he wants to discuss need to be spoken privately. He says he will try to join us for New Year's at Lotus Pier. Lan Zhan---

He turned to face his husband.

- I want A-Ning there too. And he will be the best choice to stay with Miao Lu, as guard. I know I will feel calmer if he is with her. – he frowned. – Sizhui's letter expresses anguish.

They swapped the parchments, now each reading the other letter. Soon Lan Wangji nodded.

- I understand. I will write to Zewu-Jun to arrange it all. I leave Wen Ning to you?

Wei Wuxian nodded.

- Something's coming. Something bad.

He got out of bed, crossing the room and standing in front of the fire. He shivered. The days were growing shorter, it was the dead of winter and he missed the sunshine. He missed Lotus Pier and its sunsets sometimes. He missed the people he had lost there, and his heart once again filled with love for his brother; he wished he could see him sooner.

- I worry for you, Wei Ying...  -  Lan Zhan's voice sounded lonely and distant.

- Don't. I worry for our children, Hanguang-Jun.

The room was warm, but Lan Wangji suddenly shivered with cold.