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

[122.] EXTRA CHAPTER: The Heat. [Xicheng] [continued] 🔞

They rested for a while, and then made love again. 

Lan Xichen noticed that, no matter how they changed  positions, Jiang Cheng was always clinging to him, seeking his body to hold on to, striving to be close, begging to be caressed and petted. And he would do it; he would hold him very tight, rock him on top of his throbbing hard-on, murmuring in his ear words of comfort and words of love. 

Then came another bath, some more food and liquids, some rest and sleep, and so on. A cycle that did not care about whether it was day or night.

It all went on for three days; those were three days that Jiang Cheng didn't quite remember later. But his heart and his soul knew. 

He never again doubted Lan Xichen in his life.

Hanguang-Jun and Wei Qianbei came by the Hanshi  a couple of times, worried, but were quickly sent away with comforting words that all was fine. Lan Xichen was exhausted, but was smiling and saying that it was just time for their real  honeymoon. Wei Wuxian would grin and lead his husband away from their room, but Lan Wangji was quite worried  –  he knew his brother too well. 

The New Year's celebrations failed for the second time this year, and he feared that it might be a bad omen. Nevertheless, Lan Zhan did not miss bringing gifts and offerings at the temple, expressing thanks, and saying blessings and prayers for the health and prosperity of his whole family.

**

On the fourth day, or rather  –  on the fourth night  -  Jiang Wanyin finally came to and woke up fully from his delirium.

- Huan...  -  he called weakly, seeing Zewu-Jun sitting on the floor, meditating.

He immediately stood up and came to sit on the bed next to him, caressing his hair.

- How are you, my little one?  –  he asked gently.

- I feel like I have been beaten with sticks...for about two months...  -  he grumbled.  –  Everything hurts... Huan, why does everything hurt...? – he looked up at him, frowning.

- It's fine... It will be fine... Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold?  –  he bent down to kiss his forehead and Jiang Cheng's hands managed to grab his robe and pull him in. 

He was staring in his face carefully, and now growled:

- Why do you look like Hell, Lan Huan?  Mm?  –  the frown deepened.

- Kitten...  -  Lan Xichen smiled.  –  This is not a very nice thing to say now, is it?  –  he scoffed softly.

- Why?  –  he didn't let go, gnashing his teeth, worried.

- We just need a bit of rest, my love. That's all. Do you want to join me in the Cold Spring tomorrow morning?  –  he caressed his arm, as he could not reach his face.

- Lan Huan!!!  –  he yelled and shook him, demanding answers.

Lan Xichen sighed and removed the hands from his clothes, but still held them in his own, joining him in the bed, letting him snuggle close, and telling him briefly about the last few days. Jiang Cheng was listening, horrified.

- But why... How?!  This has never happened to me before... And... Oh, Gods!  Hanguang-Jun and Wei Wuxian probably heard us... from the Jingshi...  -  he went pale, then blushed, burying his face in Lan Huan's clothes.  –  I want to go home... Zewu-Jun, please take me home...  -  he mumbled, ashamed.

- Yes, kitten, soon.  –  Lan Huan smiled, caressing his hair and back, tucking him still in the blankets, holding him close. – I am guessing... Hmm, how do I say this? I guess you felt safe. Ready. Ready to belong... to me... I am afraid I might be the one to blame, Wanyin...  -  he bit his lip. – I might have taken that "cat" joke too far... But you are so perfect... It fits like a glove...Uhhh...  -  he blushed and looked away.  –  And the fact that we switched the other night... It probably was the trigger... -  he murmured.

- No. I like it.  -  Jiang Wanyin mumbled in his chest very quietly.

- What was that, darling?  –  Lan Xichen tried to unglue him from his clothes  –  he was clinging to him desperately.

- I like it, alright!  -  Jiang Cheng yelled angrily, extremely red in the face, not daring to look him in the face.  -  I do like it when you call me... your pet... your kitten...

Lan Xichen smiled and kissed him sweetly, saying:

- I know. I hear it in the little sounds you make while we make love... I feel it in the way your back arches when I touch you... I see it in the way you beg to be petted... You have no idea... absolutely no idea, how much you turn me on, Wanyin...  -  he whispered, losing himself in memories of sex, and touch, and teasing.

- I want to be yours...always... It is the best feeling... I have never felt happier, ever, in my whole life...  -  Sandu Shengshou was whispering back, moving up to kiss Lan Huan's neck, and then lips, opening himself to him.

They embraced and kissed tenderly, slowly, both of them aching in different places, but feeling immeasurably content and happy.