Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Accidents Can Happen

There was a knock on the door of the Jingshi.

Wei Ying would have gotten up to answer it, but he was held down by immovable arms, in his place from which the owner was reluctant to let him go.

"Enter." Lan Zhan was already frowning.

Wei Ying giggled at his expression.

"You look so put out." He remarked.

"It is an intrusion." Lan Zhan replied, the cloud above his head gathering darkness.

The door opened and it was JingYi.

"There's an idio- I mean, farmer, that wants to see you." He said, beaming at Wei Ying.

"Me?" Wei Ying pointed at his own chest. "Whatever for?"

"He won't tell me." JingYi shrugged nonchalantly.

"That's just weird." Wei Ying turned to his husband. "They never want to talk to me..."

"That's not why I'm questioning his mental capacity..." JingYi said, quickly in case he earned a frown from one of them.

"Does Wei Ying wish to meet with him? He may decline if he so desires..." Lan Zhan replied.

"I don't know...it depends on what he wants." Wei Ying shrugged. "I don't mind because simple people have simple needs...and farmers are hard workers. Maybe it's just a gui..." He stood up and stretched out his hand to help Lan Zhan up.

Lan Zhan used it to stand up and simultaneously pull him closer.

JingYi fled.

Wei Ying looked up into incredibly darkened golden eyes.

When Lan Zhan was in this kind of mood, he was hard to predict. It was a combination of stubborn pettiness, sprinkled with clingy neediness. And even if he was accompanying Wei Ying to the meeting, that in no way meant they would get there immediately.

Or on time.

They would get there in Lan Zhan’s time.

"Wei Ying is too beautiful to go out like this." Lan Zhan said, staring deeply into silver starlight eyes, dazzling and alluringly bright.

"Well then...how does my husband want me to go out..." Wei Ying smiled against his lips. He shimmied closer, rubbing himself up against the harder, muscular body.

"Thoroughly ravaged."

Lan Zhan caught his bottom lip in a single bite, his hot tongue invading an eager mouth. Wei Ying melted into him, even as a fire raged through his body, blazing through to his nerve endings, a delighted fluttering of butterflies taking flight in his belly. He moaned, as Lan Zhan held his arms captive, and tightly against himself; Wei Ying couldn’t move.

But then, he didn't want to, not when this was such pure heaven. Lan Zhan tasted incredible, a mix of sandalwood and spice, heat and desire pouring off him in waves of need.

Wei Ying only had to look at him for Lan Zhan to want him. Wei Ying, as free as a whisper on the wind, the fleeting fragrance of a spring flower, combined with the sweetness of honey. Lotus flowers and wine...his Wei Ying had his own perfume and it was driving Lan Zhan wild with love.

There was not a world where he would not need Wei Ying like his next breath.

Wei Ying was doing his own exploration, as his hands fisted white, pristine robes for purchase, a futile attempt to control what was happening between them.

When Lan Zhan finally let him go, he was dizzy with love and had to be steadied. Meanwhile, Lan Zhan wore a smug smile.

"How are you so unaffected...by...that?" Wei Ying was still trying to catch his breath.