Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

The Flowers in Your Garden Part 5

Bright and early after a failed attempt at meditation, Lan WangJi visited the drop-off point and was disappointed to see his letter still there untouched. Sighing to himself,  he went to the infirmary next, to check on Wei Ying's condition.

He inadvertently startled the young healer who was just uncovering Wei Ying's back, with a container in his hand. When he saw Lan WangJi, he pushed the jar into his hands and scarpered away, leaving Lan WangJi alone with an elderly healer on his way out.

"What is his current condition?" Lan WangJi asked, not at all perturbed by the fact that everyone seemed to want to leave whenever he entered a room.

"Those scars were done using a spiritual weapon. Even if his core is strong, and it is, they won't heal easily. Another two days of constantly applying the balm and then extensive oil therapy might help, but the scars will remain." The healer left, frowning.

Lan WangJi turned back to Wei Ying who was still asleep on his front. He was hugging the pillow, eyes shut, his beautiful long lashes resting comfortably upon rosy cheeks, the flush of sleeping still high on his golden face.

He had yet to see anyone so beautiful, so appealing in every way.

But Lan WangJi fought against these feelings, striving to remember Suibian. He forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand and so, pulling his sleeves back, he took some of the balm onto his fingers and began to apply it to Wei Ying's bare back. When the body beneath his hand shivered, Lan WangJi put the jar down and warmed the paste between his palms first before application.

His fingers pressed into the spaces between the muscles in his back, his wonder at the soft, sinewy skin melting under his ministrations. He thought of the dough his mother used to knead, to make unleavened bread sometimes when she was well enough, and thought it must have felt like this.

Wei Ying's skin was soft, and in the places where the whip had not touched, which weren't many, it was as smooth as polished marble. Along the sides of his torso, Lan WangJi could feel his ribs, and noticed the paler colour of his skin, usually hidden under his robes.

He frowned at being able to feel each rib. That in itself was disturbing...robes were usually quite loose and only a belt cinching in the waist could indicate a person's size...but this...why wasn't Wei Ying eating? What was wrong?

Wei Ying was pleasantly being roused from his sleep, but feeling more and more relaxed as his consciousness returned.

Someone was pressing out all the knots in his muscles and he felt so....liquiddy...it was just amazing. Those hands were hot too, and the slide of whatever they were using plus the heady scent of sandalwood...it was a lethal combination.

And why did everyone smell like Lan Zhan? Wei Ying moaned in delight, as his back was kneaded. There was a pause in contact and Wei Ying opened a silver eye. It widened when he saw who was massaging his back.

Lan WangJi was embarrassed. He should not be, given that he was only carrying out directions from the healers, and there was no inappropriate thoughts in his mind...until Wei Ying made that noise and Lan WangJi was suffering from symptoms again.

"Lan Zhan! What are you doing!??" Wei Ying scrambled up, and out of his reach. He grabbed his robes and covered himself, worrying about why he was half naked and in an unfamiliar place.

"Wei Ying!" Lan WangJi was now distressed for both of them, and wanting to reassure him. He held his palms up, showing that he meant no harm.

Wei Ying was looking all around him, eyes wide and seconds away from panicking.

"Where am I?" He felt disorientated...struggling to remember why he was here.

"Infirmary." Lan Zhan told him. "Wei Ying's back...?"