Ships and Love

Intoxicated

Lan Sizhui x Lan Jingyi

Depression, Smut

Orphan

Past

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Lan Jingyi leant to the warmth, the warmth that he couldn't get. Somewhat, usually.  He leant to the touches that made his heart throb every single one. A sound bubbled from his throat, the person beside him somehow tightened his grip.

He just wanted to relish in the feeling.

Lan Sizhui looked at his fellow sect disciple. The other's face red, though sad. The appearance was rather ironic, both of them were the two most promising disciples of Gusu, yet at this moment, they could only relish with each other.

If they could drink their sorrows away, they would, if not for the rules that clearly stated not to.

Lan Sizhui was an orphan, he saw his parents went off to protect his previous sect master, watching as they threw their lives away for the despicable man that would never even say thank you. Lan Sizhui remembered when his grandmother protected him.

He had no one left.

Even the big brother that helped him  was no more. He perished the moment he started his new life.

Both of them, did not really believe they deserved the world, nor did they deserve each other, but everything was just intoxicating. They were drunk as if they were high on drugs.

One hand holding the bare skin exposed underneath him, Lan Sizhui felt the warmth it emmited. Despite him being picked up and now having a 'family' his heart felt empty? What was it to life?

Lan Jingyi craved the warmth Lan Sizhui gave him. The touch drove him crazy for various reasons, all of them didn't make any sense, but it was all of this. None of it made any sense at all, they were just touching, however, there were no emotions between them.

As if the heartbreak was individual, and the only thing they both did was relieving it together. One orphaned and one depressed, it was a weird combination. One envy the other for something he had, the other also envy one for being able to do lots of things he couldn't do.

They were clearly breaking the rules.

Though, it wasn't as if a single care was thrown into the fray. No, not at all.

Nobody cared when the hands roamed, touching bare skin, all of these in the little woodshed that no one actually used. Their pristine white robes scattered on the floor, slowly turning muddy brown and moss green from the soil and wood. Yet Lan Sizhui focused on pleasuring Lan Jingyi.

As if he was just pleasuring himself.

His member burrowed deep, though the other didn't mind. The thought of pleasure coming out of the place they were connected, it somehow pushed those negative thoughts away.

Moans escaped both's lips, loud and clear, yet no one seemed to hear. Releasing several times, they also didn't quite care. The feeling of being together, two unfortunate people brought together by the hands of fate.

Lots of people told them they would be the next twin jades of Lan, continuing the Lan brothers' footsteps. Though, both of them had their own way of doing things.

These feelings, the insecurity and doubt of ever being able to fulfill the expectations. Finally, they ended the session.

The seeds in Lan Jingyi's body reminded him of what they always did. He sometimes felt ashamed of himself, for allowing someone else to thrust into him, making him let out lewd sounds, which he knew was inappropriate, but he still did anyways.

Those kinds of things, they confused him to no end.

On the other hand, Lan Sizhui slowly felt the warm touch fade away. It was not the same, but the warmth was similar. He wanted the same warmth, he wanted to feel the same feeling again. It made him feel like he had family.

His heart yearned for it, despite how wrong it sounded. He could hear how shameful the two of them were, skin slapping against each other, dirty sounds coming from where they were connected.

But this thing they did, no one knew of it.

Both of them donned on their robes, cleaning the slightly green robes because of the sticking moss. Would Lan Qiren get angry at them for skipping almost half an hour of class? Especially when they come in with a disheveled appearance?

They believed that it was so.

"As usual, you won't speak of this," Lan Jingyi said.

"Hm...," Lan Sizhui nodded, "I won't."

The two of them walked out of the woodshed. Slowly closing the creaking door. Like what they expected it to be, no one was outside. As if any cultivator would need firewood to keep warm, with this thought, they chuckled.

"You two, where have you gone for so long?" Lan Sizhui looked at the smiling Lan Xichen as he approached them. The older male wore an extra outer robe... Were they about to go somewhere?

"We just walked around, Sect Leader," he replied. After all, how could he tell Lan Xichen about the unspeakable matters from the woodshed? He and Jingyi agreed that woodshed matters stayed in the woodshed, sect matters stayed in the sect.

Like how sect matters did not interfere while they did those activities, those activities would also not interfere within sect matters.

"Really? You don't look like you're just walking around," Lan Xichen just smiled softly, "no worries, go and change into a new set of robes, we're going to visit Sect Leader Jin before going back in time to welcome Sect Leader Jiang."

"Good day Sect Leader," the two of them immediately scurried away.

Meanwhile, Lan Xichen looked at the direction of the woodshed. Although the two had carefully closed the door, the little wooden splinters left on the ground was definitely there.

They just went in there huh.

He sighed as he frowned. If anyone saw him right now, they would scream 'the sun is rising from the west! Ze-Wu Jun is frowning!' and everyone would think the world was ending.

"It isn't Jin Ling's fault that he's still too young...," Lan Xichen muttered, "it seems that I have to look for a new place to have a private talk with Sect Leader Jiang."

Meanwhile, in Lotus Pier...

"Achoo! Who's talking about me?"

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