Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Incense Burner

One night, it was just past nine o'clock when Lan Zhan returned from a night hunt. He was pleased to see Wei Ying had lit lanterns all the way up to the door of the Jingshi, and shadows danced alongside his footsteps as he walked forward.

No one looked after him like Wei Ying did. The thought makes him fond of his husband, and he's looking forward to seeing him again, after the separation of the day, and the many hours of loneliness in between.

Cicadas and crickets sang him a serenade, as an owl hooted far away. The night was full of mystery.

As soon as he entered his home, he could leave the outside world behind. Duty, pressure, work…everything.

On the other side of this wooden barrier, the reason for his existence is waiting for him.

He slid the door open and immediately, he could smell the pleasant sandalwood incense burning, refreshing his senses.

And there was Wei Ying, already dressed in his red sleeping robes, coming to welcome him home.

This first kiss of the night is by no means the first one of the day, but there is something extra special about this one.

The night stretches out in front of them, all that time just for themselves.

This is Wei Ying, in his arms.

Real, warm and alive, the person to whom he wishes to give himself.

There are no barriers here. It is just them.

Lan Zhan wraps his hands around Wei Ying and deepens this kiss.

He feels as if time has put a spell on them, and it is giving them this gift.

The gift of existing together, here.

Wei Ying leads him to the bed, and they're still kissing.

There is less furniture in the Jingshi for a very good reason, and unhindered, they safely reach their bed. Wei Ying pushes him down, and Lan Zhan complies easily.

Wei Ying is sensitive about his strength in this new body, and Lan Zhan knows he often feels self-conscious about it. In his old body, he was stronger, faster, and his agility matched that of Lan Zhan’s in every way.

In his old body, they were equally matched.

It does not matter to Lan Zhan…but he is ever sensitive to his life partner.

So he will go out of his way to ask for help from Wei Ying whenever he can, because Wei Ying wants to help. It is an inherent generosity ingrained in Wei Ying's psyche, and Lan Zhan will try to make him feel better in whatever small ways he can.

Now, a happy Wei Ying straddles his body and leans down for another warm kiss.

These are magic moments, a sweetness that grows into something more substantial.

Lan Zhan can feel the comfortable weight of Wei Ying's body on top of his own, the intoxicating fragrance of lotus flowers and wine, mingling with the sweet-and-spicy scent of the steadily burning sandalwood. There is the taste of Wei Ying, unique and rich like some kind of a delicacy on his tongue. He is already excited, this headyness clawing at his insides, and as they tear each other's clothes off, the thrill of what they are doing makes his blood pound in his ears.

When they come together, it is as explosive as dynamite.

Afterwards, sleep comes for them both, faster than usual.

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It is the scent of honeysuckle which rouses Lan Zhan.

He opens his eyes,  and he notices everything.