Meng's Revenge: Vol.4 of Life Among Clouds WangXian Series

So Short But Oh, So Sweet.

The festivities began in earnest soon after. The War Room was set for the following day. This day was the reunion for many of the troops and their families and their Nie and Jiang Allies had all volunteered to guard the outskirts of Yunmeng, Gusu, and Cloud recesses to make sure their comrades could celebrate. For many of the Lan Clan, who would bear the brunt of the initial battle, this could be their last reunion. At times during the winter, Lan troops would do the same for the Nie and Jiang troops as they said goodbye in turn. 

But two figures, who blended for a while, broke away and headed up the mountain. Lan Zhan and Wei held hands as they made their way to their Jinshi. Their home, their nest. They could not stay away any longer. Four years of being away had been almost unbearable for Lan Zhan, and Wei had been yearning for this return as badly. To be together here, like this for the first time since their wedding...It was like a dream, sweet and comforting after a sleep filled with nightmares, unrelenting and unforgettable. 

Their sisters had obviously been here. It was spotless, a cold dinner waiting and a fire with coals glowing in the brazier, bedding of silk, satin, brocade, and thick woven cotton, a vase filled with holly and winter berries. Wei Ying stood, and his eyes shone brightly. Before he could say a word, arms came from behind and warm lips kissed the nape of his lovely neck. The large sure hands removed the winter robe and Wei remained perfectly still as they slowly loosed his tunic and the kisses moved to the other side of the neck, pausing as the full lips felt the pounding pulse of Wei Ying's jugular vein. They lingered, and there was a warm, burning feeling as a gentle nip, then a lick followed. He gasped and leaned backward, wordlessly allowing Lan Zhan access to...anything.

He heard his husband remove and drop his own outer robe and the hands came around and one of them started at the throat, a slow inch by inch progression downward. The other hand joined at the left shoulder, opposite its the counterpart. They crisscrossed and each stroked the opposite nipple, already hard and sensitive and Wei Ying groaned.

The lips whispered, hot and husky with desire and self-recrimination. 

"This night is yours, my darling man. I am aware... I know how lonely this place becomes without the one you love. I know what you endured. I feel it in every bone and fiber of your being. I am sorry."

Wei Ying bit his lip to stop it from quivering and a tear escaped, as silver as the eye that dropped it. He drew a trembling breath.

"You have never complained. Never chastized. Never alluded. But you can now. You may scream at me, curse me, beat me, whatever you need, but you must always love me. Promise me you will always find a way to love me?" Lan Zhan's voice ended on a broken question and Wei turned quickly, searching the crystal and golden eyes, a film of tears standing in them.

"That may all happen tonight. Who knows? But this will happen first. "

He reached up and loosened Lan Zhan's silken, inky hair, darker than dark, then wove his fingers deeply through it, marveling at the soft luxuriousness of it. Both hands cupped the back of the taller man's head and moved it down so he could seize the lips, long and hard,  When he removed his mouth Lan Zhan drew a sharp and ragged gulp of air. The silver and gold met and melded, creating a glorious gilt and his knees gave way and he fell to them, wrapping his arms around Wei slender waist. Kissing the smooth and defined belly. 

"I worship you, Wei Ying."Then the full lips parted and he slowly welcomed his lover in. 

Wei stood, knees locked firmly and his hands moved once more to cup Lan Zhan's head. His eyes slowly closed and he could not move. Only accept. Only revel in it. Only exist for the man kneeling before in a penitence of ecstasy and love. Then, strong arms reached up and Lan Zhan rose, lifted his husband and took him to bed, and enveloped him once more.