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Wei Wuxian had resurrected Wen Ning, so theoretically he should have known better than anyone what the fierce corpse was capable of. But no one, not even him, had ever awakened the consciousness of a fierce corpse before. It was unprecedented. And perhaps because of this, Wen Ning often managed to surprise him.
It was easy enough to find privacy in the Burial Mounds. People typically left the Yiling Patriarch alone when he was in his cave, except for Wen Qing who would barge in whenever she wanted. But she was often busy with other matters, and Wei Wuxian could work on developing new types of talismans, raising more fierce corpses, or just get out of potato-planting duty and take a nap in the middle of the day. That was what he was doing on this particular occasion, lying curled on his side in his makeshift bed, trying to relax. The yin energy of the Burial Mounds in general, and this cave in particular, tended to make him more lethargic - he had to actively work to counteract it.
One way of doing that which was particularly effective was generating his own yang energy. There were various means of accomplishing that, but one of the more enjoyable was masturbation. So as he lay there, he opened his outer robe, letting his hand slip within and grasp his cock, stroking it slowly. He was not especially aroused - it was more done out of routine and in an effort to maintain his health, rather than because of any particular desire on his part. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something sexy, but it was like his mind had gone blank. Every erotic vision he'd ever had seemed to flee from him like the icy water of the Lan cold springs was running down his spine.
He gave a frustrated groan and rolled over on his back, only to see with a startled surprise that Wen Ning was standing there, looking down at him. He moved so silently that Wei Wuxian hadn't even realized he was there (and to tell the truth, he had been somewhat distracted...)
"Let me help you, Wei-gongzi," he said, his voice gentle and calm.
You don't have to do that, or Why would you even want to? or AaaAhHhHhHH! were some possible things that Wei Wuxian could have said at that moment. But instead, his mouth opened and closed without anything coming out, and he did absolutely nothing to stop Wen Ning from kneeling down beside him and taking his cock in his hand. It twitched to eager attention at the touch, even though Wen Ning's hand was colder and firmer than regular living flesh. Maybe because it didn't feel like living flesh... Wei Wuxian tried not to think too much about what that said about him. Then Wen Ning started to stroke him with smooth, efficient strokes, and Wei Wuxian stopped having very many coherent thoughts at all.
"Hnhnhghnh, w-wait!" he managed to choke out after a few moments. Wen Ning paused obediently, withdrawing his hand. Wei Wuxian managed to stifle the moan that rose to his lips. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked after catching his breath.
Wen Ning tilted his head slightly, a puzzled expression on his pale, still face. "If I didn't want to do it, why would I be doing it?"
"I don't know," Wei Wuxian said. "Because you feel like you have to? That you... I don't know, owe me?"
Obviously bemused at this suggestion, Wen Ning shook his head. His long, dark hair was very pretty like this, Wei Wuxian noticed, still half-dazed. "I don't feel like I have to do this for you. I heard you groaning and thought you might be hurt, so I came in and found you like this," he said, gesturing to encompass the whole dick-out situation Wei Wuxian had going on. "Once I saw what was happening, I realized that I wanted to help."
Wei Wuxian considered the question of self-determination in a fierce corpse, reflecting that under different circumstances, he could likely write a pretty good treatise on the subject. He had given Wen Ning his consciousness back, but he could still control him, call to him and make him come to his side, command him to fight and kill, so could he truly be said to have free will? That said, Wei Wuxian wasn't controlling him right now - at least, he didn't think he was. Not consciously, at any rate. And it had felt good, he couldn't deny that. "All right," he said cautiously. "Then please, continue..."
"Is there anything I could do to make it better for you?" Wen Ning asked. "My mouth is dry, so I don't think sucking you would be very good, but I could try it anyway if you wanted that..."
"This is fine," Wei Wuxian told him, bringing his hand back to his cock. "Just keep doing this."
Wen Ning resumed stroking him, and Wei Wuxian was soon writhing on the bed, unable to restrain himself from thrusting into that firm, patient grasp. "Hold still, Wei-gongzi," Wen Ning told him.
"Make me," Wei Wuxian managed to gasp, only to find himself swiftly pinned down by Wen Ning's impossibly strong body, legs trapped under heavy legs, arms restrained above his head in a single-handed iron grip.
"Like this?" Wen Ning asked, his calm voice at odds with the forceful action. His long hair hung down around them both like a curtain, shielding them from the outside world. He hadn't even stopped jerking Wei Wuxian off while he'd manhandled him.
"Nghghh," Wei Wuxian gurgled. His hips gave a slight jerk and were forced down by the weight of Wen Ning's body. He wanted to feel something back, he realized, wanted to provoke a response that was impossible - the heat of Wen Ning's hard cock pressing against his was only a fantasy, not something that could happen any longer. This dead weight bearing down on him was the closest he could get. Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, shuddering with helpless, desperate pleasure as Wen Ning stroked him to his climax.
Afterwards, it seemed awkward to simply lie there cuddling in the middle of the day, so Wei Wuxian got up, cleaning himself off and closing his disheveled robes again, while Wen Ning stood patiently nearby. "Thank you," Wei Wuxian said once he was straightened out, because it seemed polite.
"Do you feel better now?" Wen Ning asked.
"I do," Wei Wuxian admitted. "I'm only sorry there isn't something I can do for you in return. I know I can be selfish sometimes, but I don't want to just use you for my own pleasure and give you nothing back."
"I just like being near you, Wei-gongzi," Wen Ning said. "I don't need something back."
"Even so," Wei Wuxian said, his brain now evidently revitalized, springing back to life from its earlier lethargy, "I wonder if there's some way I could improve your, uh, physical sensitivity, so that you could feel things better..." He glanced over and saw that Wen Ning was still gazing back at him with that peaceful expression. "Is that... something you would actually want?" he asked, suddenly uncertain about whether he ought to tamper further than he already had.
"Would it mean I could feel pain as well as pleasure?" Wen Ning asked.
"I don't know," Wei Wuxian admitted. "Maybe? I don't even really know if I can do it." Normally he wouldn't have hesitated to promise he could do something seemingly impossible, then figure out the details afterwards, but it seemed cruel to dangle something like that over Wen Ning's head only to disappoint him if it couldn't be done. At least when he had promised to bring back his consciousness, Wen Ning hadn't been able to understand.
"Then I think I wouldn't want that," Wen Ning said after a few moments of consideration. "I think the pain would be... too much for me to bear."
Wei Wuxian winced slightly, trying not to let Wen Ning see his expression. He still felt he had done the right thing in restoring him to this semblance of life, but he couldn't help but feel some concern, wondering if Wen Ning's resentment would grow stronger the longer he was forced to continue like this - wondering if there would come a point where he was no longer able to control it. "Well, let me do some research," he said, forcing a smile. "Maybe I can think of something! After all, I'm the world's leading expert on fierce corpses, haha, right?!"
"Of course, Wei-gongzi," Wen Ning said agreeably. "Whatever you think is best."
Giving his creation free will, Wei Wuxian thought, was trickier than he had ever realized.