Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

Twice As Much Part 3

The young man raises a black gloved hand to his head and slowly takes off his hat. He puts it on the table in front of him, and while he's exuding a sense of calm, Lan Zhan can see his chest moving really fast. Adrenaline has got both of them hyped up. His own heartbeat quickens with every second that passes by. Anxiety is a tight knot of frustration and anticipation in his gut as he watches the man in front of him take off his disguise, one piece at a time.

After the hat, it's the gloves. It's hard to say if the hands they reveal are familiar because Lan Zhan can't tell if he's projecting, wanting them to belong to someone he knows rather than someone he doesn't. Each piece of clothing that comes off is excruciatingly slow, and Lan Zhan gets the feeling that he's being watched just as closely in return.

Those deft fingers gently untie the plain black bandana and then carefully fold it into four to lay next to the gloves. He turns the hat upside down and puts the items into the headspace, treating it like a bowl to keep everything together.

Now, only the mask and the dark glasses lie between his disclosure. Lan Zhan briefly wonders which one he will choose. He hopes it will be the sunglasses but since his opponent is making a game of even this, of longing it out unnecessarily, he knows that the face mask will be chosen to come off next.

It is.

And Lan Zhan knows who this person is immediately. He knows the shape of that sensuous mouth, the wide smirk of those lips as they take in his reaction, every nuance of it. He has memorised every beauty spot, from the one under his lip on the left, and the constellation of scattered ones under his jaw. That lovely cute button nose, sometimes scrunched up like a bunny when he's confused, or tapped absentmindedly when he's thinking.

All the clues fall into place even as the glasses come off, revealing gorgeous starlight eyes, silver like tarnished steel staring back at him with a challenge in their sparkling depths.

"Spicy?" Lan Zhan knows it's a moot point by now, but he must make sure.

"The one and only!" Wei WuXian smirks, and the sight of those curling lips goes straight to Lan Zhan's belly, making it clench with unresolved tension. "And that means you're Bun." He steps forward, hand outstretched. "Why d'you save me, Lan Zhan? You could've let the patrol guys catch me, get me punished."

Lan Zhan also steps forward, his body humming with nerves and fire. His hand takes hold of Wei WuXian's one and there's a jolt of energy that travels straight up his arm, zapping his heart. "That is precisely why. This is a dangerous game you're playing." Things are happening inside him that he has no control over. Lan Zhan's mind is shouting things he can barely understand, but the fiercest thought is this: you can have him now.

Wei Ying glances at his mouth, his eyes full of uncertainty.

It's unclear who moves first but suddenly they're kissing.

Wei Ying's lips are the sweetest thing Lan Zhan has ever tasted, slightly chapped but ever so soft, his mouth a furnace of want and need that feels limitless. He lets go of his hand and brings Wei Ying flush up against his chest, holding him close. One hand splayed on his back and another at the nape of his neck to keep him there. Wei Ying moans and that's all the opening he needs to slide his tongue inside. It feels incredible, light, happy, sparkling, a natural high that he never wants to end.

Wei Ying's hand comes up to cradle his face and Lan Zhan can't help leaning into his touch. And although this is their first kiss, Lan Zhan learns the language of it. By that smallest of changes, a tilt of the head, a gentle sigh and the kiss goes from filthy to sweet in a matter of seconds, and then Wei Ying stops, leaning back.

"Sweetheart! Lan Zhan! Why are you crying?"

Lan Zhan wants to stop, really he does, but he doesn't want to explain anything right now so he buries his face in Wei Ying's neck, refusing to speak. Wei Ying brings his arms around his body, pulling him tight up against his chest. A warm palm rubs Lan Zhan's back slowly, soothing his agitation away.