Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Given Hands (Extra)

Lan Zhan never thought of himself as a bully, but Wei Ying was not listening, and nothing worked, except kissing him senseless.

That part only served to stop him from saying silly things, such as suggesting they not share the one and only bed, even though Lan Zhan promised he could wait the week it would take getting things organised for their actual wedding.

They were back in the Jingshi now, and Lan Zhan hadn't been paying any particular attention to what Wei Ying was saying either, too mesmerised by the shapes his lips were making as he spoke. They really were very beautiful.

Maybe Wei Ying was joking…

"I am not!" He huffed in the most adorable way, and once again, Lan Zhan was lost.

Whenever Wei Ying was in the room, his eyes were drawn to the only thing worth looking at, the one person he was born to love.

"My love, you're not paying attention." Wei Ying came and held both of his hands.

"It is Wei Ying’s fault." Lan Zhan admitted, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I cannot concentrate when you are near me."

"But then, what about when we go to meet your Uncle and your brother? They already think I'm the evil incarnate, stealing their blood to have my wicked way with you!" Wei Ying pouted.

That was it!

Lan Zhan pushed him up against the wall and began kissing him in earnest, unable to resist his beautiful mouth, especially when those pink plump lips puckered in a sulk. Pretty soon, Wei Ying was moaning into his mouth, arms around his neck and melting up against him, and Lan Zhan lost all reason, even when the knock sounded, far too close to them.

It was Wei Ying who pulled away first, panting with kiss-bitten lips.

"My love…"

Lan Zhan had to take a moment to calm himself before opening the door to a disciple.

"Zewu-Jun has finished his meeting and called Senior Lan Qiren to the Hanshi. They are ready for you now." The poor boy looked pale and scandalised.

"Um…we may have been too loud?" Wei Ying looked at the retreating back of a person willing to take punishment in exchange for never ever undertaking this duty again.

"I do not care. Besides, it was Wei Ying’s idea to have the wedding here." Lan Zhan reminded him.

"I thought they would have been too excited to wait, you know, to welcome back their son, so to speak." Wei Ying sounded wistful.

"Things are done differently here. The Lan Clan prides itself on not having outward displays of emotions. Even the pride part, but lesser of two evils."

"That makes me evil number three," Wei Ying joked, and then regretted it by the look in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

Lan Zhan took his hands and brought one to his lips.

"Won't you tell me what my brother said to you that day? I feel as if it was something important, and I do not wish Wei Ying to take his words to heart." Lan Zhan puts that hand down and kisses the other one, loving the way Wei Ying softened at the small gesture.

He was learning all the ways that made Wei Ying melt, all the things he liked and thought were romantic. Lan Zhan wanted to spoil him, wanted him to get past the horrible trauma his past had become.

It wasn't just that part, being exposed to someone who had mistaken whatever they felt for love, and then trying to force it on Wei Ying, but Lan Zhan was pretty sure XiChen might have said something to Wei Ying that time when he'd been forced to leave them both alone together.