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“You’re really coming?” Wei Ying asked excitedly, practically screaming into the phone.

“I am,” his best friend, Lan Zhan, said.

Wei Ying let out a squeal at the answer. In the three years hey had known one another, Lan Zhan had never attended a single party, regardless of how many Wei Ying invited him to.

In fact, Lan Zhan hardly went anywhere that involved people unless it was completely necessary. Occasionally, the two of them would meet up at expensive restaurants where people were expected to speak softly, or bougie coffee shops that were more about ambiance than anything. All on his best friend’s tab of course. Wei Ying could not afford fancy places like that.

Most of their time together was spent lounging going to museums or lounging around the apartment. Lan Zhan’s, not Wei Ying’s, as he did not have an annoying brother for a roommate.

When he agreed to come to Nie Huaisang’s New Years Eve party a few days ago, Wei Ying had been shocked. Every other time, regardless of how much begging Wei Ying would do, Lan Zhan had said no.

The last two, Wei Ying had even left early, to surprise Lan Zhan just before midnight. As much as he loved parties, he much preferred to welcome the New Year next to his best friend’s side.

When Lan Zhan said, “You’ve missed out because of me. I’ll be there,” Wei Ying really had thought he misheard.

In response, Wei Ying had cackled with laughter, saying, “You just don’t want me to crawl into your bed and wake you up again.”

It is what what led to him asking no less than ten times a day, just to reassure himself he was not dreaming. The answer had remained yes each time.

“So the party starts at like, seven-ish. I figure we could meet up at mine around then.”

“We will be late,” Lan Zhan said.

Really, his best friend was just to precious. He could hear Lan Zhan’s frown through the phone when he laughed.

“It’s a party, Lan Zhan, no one will show up on time. Besides, I’m me. Everyone will think I’ve gone crazy if I show up too early.”

Lan Zhan snorted, making Wei Ying laugh even harder.

“What is the dress code,” he asked.

“Dress code? It’s a p-a-r-t-y party.”

“Wei Ying,”

Absolutely nothing was more fun than annoying Lan Zhan until he yelled at Wei Ying. His stomach hurt he was laughing so much about it.

When he said Lan Zhan didn’t go to parties, he meant fun ones. They had both grown up going to the same charity events and fancy balls. Of course, those had been put on pause for Wei Ying when he was seventeen and ran away from his pseudo-adoptive family, and didn’t start back up until he reconnected with Lan Zhan their freshman year at NYU.

Honestly, he shouldn’t have been surprised. He doubted the least formal party Lan Zhan had ever been to was like, a yacht party or something.

“Sorry, sorry,” Wei Ying said. “Just…clothes. I don’t know. Nothing fancy. It’s Nie Huaisang, so like, street clothes? Just wear whatever.”

After thinking about it for a moment, Wei Ying changed his mind. Lan Zhan didn’t even own a pair of jeans.

“Actually, I’ll come to your place tomorrow afternoon. Like, around four?” he said. “You’ll show up looking like a professor or something.”

“I can dress myself, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, but judging by the exasperation in his voice, the both knew Wei Ying would get his way.

“Nope, I’ll help. You’ll look amazing! None of the boys will be able to resist you!”

There was a loud sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, mister.”

From somewhere behind him he heard a snort.

“Hang on,” he told Lan Zhan and pressed the mute button on his phone. Then he shouted, “NO ONE ASKED YOU JIANG CHENG!”

‘THEN DON’T TALK SO LOUD THAT THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD CAN HEAR YOU!”

“DON’T EAVESDROP ON MY PHONE CALLS!”

“I’M IN MY ROOM, IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU TALK TOO LOUD!”

Shaking his head, Wei Ying unmuted the phone. “I’ll have to talk to you later. Jiang Cheng is being ANNOYING.”

“Mn. Bye, Wei Ying.”

“Bye ZhanZhan,” he said.

Ending the call, he tossed the phone on the couch and moved to beat on his brother’s bedroom door, which was kept locked at all times, and required a key.

Their small apartment was considered quite large by New York standards. Much larger than what Wei Ying had wanted even. And a lot more expensive.

When he had run away, he didn’t think he would ever be able to see his siblings again. Then, like Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng had also ended up at the same university. Unlike Lan Zhan, whose whole family had gone to Harvard, the Jiangs had gone to NYU, so running into his (former) brother should not have been surprising.

Jiang Cheng’s mother, and the reason Wei Ying had run away, had been pissed when the two of them decided to get an off campus apartment together at the end of last year. Not that Jiang Cheng needed a roommate to afford rent, but Wei Ying was tired of the dorms. And he couldn’t afford a place on his own.

So, the Jiangs had found an apartment for Jiang Cheng and allowed him to find a roommate. In addition to financially supporting Jiang Cheng, they had also furnished the place and made sure groceries were delivered weekly.

Everyone in the family knew they were roommates, no one spoke about it. He wasn’t really supposed to eat the food the Jiangs’ sent, but his brother wouldn’t actually let him starve.

Despite the scholarship and student loans, Wei Ying still had to work two jobs just to afford his part of the bills. It was part of the reason Lan Zhan paid when they went places (and that he was on Lan Zhan’s phone plan, but no one talked about that either). Honestly, if he wasn’t still getting secret money from his sister, and the “change” that was always found when Wei Ying did his laundry he wouldn’t be able to do anything at all. Seriously, did they all thing he didn’t know people didn’t just “loose” wads of twenties in the washing machine.

Still, none of that gave Jiang Cheng the right to listen in on his private conversations.

“Open up, asshole,” he said.

“Why should I?”

“So I can kick your ass,” Wei Ying shouted.

“I’m studying!”

“You are not! You were listening in on my phone call!”

“Maybe if you learned to speak at a normal volume. It’s not like I want to listen to you flirt with your asshole of a boyfriend all day.”

“Lan Zhan isn’t an asshole. And he’s not my boyfriend.”

People were always saying that, which was fine. People were weird and just didn’t understand that straight men and gay men could be friends. It was the same thing as a man and a woman being friends without anything between them. No one ever believed that. The assumptions were unfair to him and Lan Zhan.

“If you say so,” Jiang Cheng said dismissively.

“Fuck you,” Wei Ying growled, kicking the door before he stormed away. “I have to get ready for work anyway,” he muttered as he did.

No one was worse about making comments on his friendship than Jiang Cheng. When they were fifteen and neither Wei Ying or Lan Zhan could be in the same room without arguing, the comments had started. The moment he reconnected with Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng started the stupid comments back up. Now that they were adults, he was so much worse with them too.

******

The next afternoon, he was digging around the piles of stuff spread all over his room, trying to pack an overnight bag. Since he would be so early, he was just going to get ready there, but there was just so much stuff. And he still didn’t know what he was wearing.

Normally, he would just go in whatever, as long as it was clean. But Lan Zhan was going, and Wei Ying could not embarrass him in front of people by looking anything less than his best.

“Do you really need all this shit?” Jiang Cheng asked, picking up the makeup bag Wei Ying had just tossed onto the pile.

“Yes,” Wei Ying said, snatching it back and stuffing it into the large front pocket.

“And you never stop to wonder why people think you’re gay,” Jiang Cheng sneered.

The argument was starting to get old, and Wei Ying rolled his eyes. He liked to look good when he went out, it’s not like it was something he wore every day. Besides, it was 2025, almost 2026. If a straight man wanted to wear makeup, there was no reason he couldn’t! Besides, he only ever wore a bit of concealer to cover the dark circles under his eyes, and bit of eyeliner and mascara to make his eyes pop. It didn’t mean anything!

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Wei Ying asked, looking for his jacket.

“Not really,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Maybe you should get some friends,” Wei Ying suggested.

“I have friends!”

They had the exact same friends, most of which they either grew up knowing, or Wei Ying had added to their friend group. Jiang Cheng did not make friends, and usually pissed off the ones he did have.

“Success!” Wei Ying shouted, pulling both his leather motorcycle jacket and the sequined blazer beneath an assortment of balled up paper and t-shirts.

“You’re so stupid,” Jiang Cheng scoffed.

Wei Ying stuck his tongue out at him. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of an idiot like you?”

Wei Ying shoved the blazer into his bag and shrugged the jacket on. Finally packed, he zipped the bag up.

“Well, have fun doing nothing. I’m leaving.”

“Whatever,” Jiang Cheng said.

******

Lan Zhan owned a fancy three bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side. The fancy building not only had a doorman, but also required a key card to activate the elevator.

As he was trying to fish the key card out of his pocket, said doorman waived at him. For a moment he wondered if he should stop and ask for a new one, then froze.

Jiang Cheng’s words calling Lan Zhan his boyfriend echoed in his ear. Lan Zhan’s doorman knew his name, knew Wei Ying well enough that all he had to do was as for a new one and it would be give, no questions asked. He wondered if the doorman thought they were together.

No, he was definitely over thinking things. Again. Just like he had when Lan Zhan first gave him the key card, and the security code. And the actual key to his apartment. It didn’t mean anything though.

Wei Ying had a key to the Wen sibling’s apartment, just as several people had the key to his, including Lan Zhan. Most likely, Lan Zhan got tired of having to let Wei Ying in at all hours of the day. The only thing that meant was Wei Ying might spent a bit too much time there.

Which, as much as he loved his brother, was a good thing. He and Jiang Cheng tended to fight when they spent too much time together. Plus, he absolutely hated hearing when Jiang Cheng brought girls home. He always escaped to Lan Zhan’s on the rare occasions his brother had a date. Walking in on Jiang Cheng and some random hookup one time was enough for him. He did not need to see that again. Ever.

Lan Zhan was sitting on the sofa, bathed in soft afternoon light, reading a book when he let himself in.

“Honey, I’m home,” Wei Ying said, dropping his keys and phone into the little tray on the table next to the front door.

Everything in the apartment had a place, and Lan Zhan, the neat freak that he was, would move anything Wei Ying dropped to it’s proper home in minutes. It had barely taken two months of loosing his keys only to find them there for Wei Ying to start using it. As opposed to just dropping them wherever.

“You’re early,” Lan Zhan said, setting the book aside.

“Jiang Cheng was being annoying. Besides, this gives us more time to find you something to wear.”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Ying tossed his bag on the floor then plopped down on the couch next to him. “So, food first or clothes first?” he asked.

Lan Zhan looked down at the back then back to Wei Ying. “You have clothes here,” he said.

“I have lounge clothes and fancy outfits you bought. Not party clothes,” Wei Ying said. “So food or outfit?”

“Will there be food at the party?” Lan Zhan asked.

“Pizza, maybe? Who knows. Nothing you’ll eat, probably.”

Which was true. Lan Zhan was a vegetarian and obsessed with healthy eating. He didn’t even have cheat days where he could fill himself with all the good foods.

“Then we’ll eat later,” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Ying grinned mischievously at him, then grabbed Lan Zhan’s had.

“Well, come on Gege, I’ve been waiting years to play in your closet!”

Lan Zhan sighed, but allowed Wei Ying to pull him up and down the hall to the bedroom.

His bedroom was at least three times the size of Wei Ying’s own, with a king sized bed, and the most comfortable mattress Wei Ying had ever slept on. The guest room, where all the things Lan Zhan would not stop buying him, had a perfectly adequate bed. Nothing in the world was better than Lan Zhan’s though.

Instead of sitting on it like he normally would, Wei Ying made a bee line straight for the massive walk-in closet. That he had ever actually been in for some reason.

Dragging Lan Zhan in behind him, Wei Ying gaped as he looked around. All of the clothing was so colorful, and not at all what he had been expecting. There was even a pair of dark wash jeans hanging neatly next to the pants Lan Zhan wore on their disastrous hiking trip over the summer. He would definitely be wearing them. Wei Ying could not live if he didn’t.

Dropping the hand he had been holding, Wei Ying spun around to face the other man.

“You’ve been hiding this from me!” he said, putting his hands on his his as he tried to look offended.

A single raised eyebrow from Lan Zhan had him bursting into laughter though.

Doing his best to hide his absolute glee, he said, “You, strip,” then immediately began pulling things off hangers.

He threw a patterned button down at Lan Zhan.

Other than catching it before hit hit him in the face though, Lan Zhan didn’t move.

“Hurry up, we don’t have all day. Put it on. And the jeans!”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, just standing there, holding the clothes.

“Come on! We’re both men, besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” Wei Ying said. “How many times do I have to tell you, your body is amazing, nothing to be ashamed of. Get to it!”

He snapped his fingers dramatically, trying to get his best friend to cooperate. Really, he had never understood why the other man was always so embarrassed to be undressed in front of him.

With a small shake of his head, Lan Zhan pulled his shirt off. His skin was delicately pale, but the muscles in his broad shoulders and chest were anything but. Wei Ying got an eyeful of dusky nipples and rock solid abs before Lan Zhan managed to turn away.

The way the muscles in Lan Zhan’s back moved as he pulled the shirt on was fascinating. When he his pants slid down beneath his pert behind, Wei Ying turned back to the rows and rows of clothing.

“Well?” Wei Ying asked with the next handful of options in his hands.

Lan Zhan looked good, really good. Except, it was in a casual date sort of way, not drunken New Years Eve party way.

“Nope. Try this.”

It went on that way for over an hour. Everything Wei Ying liked was too casual or made Lan Zhan uncomfortable. Oppositely, everything Lan Zhan liked was too formal or would get ruined.

Eventually, they settled on a white button down with outlines of little blue bunnies chasing one another around the collar (Lan Zhan’s pick), and the jeans (Wei Ying refused any other option).

“Shoes, shoes, shoes,” Wei Ying muttered to himself as he scanned the floor to ceiling rack of shoes. “Why do you have so many shoes, Lan Zhan?” he asked.

“It’s not that many.”

“There are at least twenty pairs! I own like three!” Wei Ying said. Then, plucking a pair of black leather Chelsea boots down, he said, “These will work. You’re like the only person I know that doesn't own a pair of converse or regular sneakers.”

“I have running shoes,” Lan Zhan pointed out.

“Eh, they wont work with the outfit though. Okay, now out. Go order us something to eat while I take a shower,” Wei Ying sad.

Lan Zhan changed back into the lounge clothes he had been wearing and folded the outfit into a neat stack on the dresser.

“Bring my bag in here when you get a change,” Wei Ying said chucking his shirt off and making his way into the bathroom.

The En-suite was absolutely to die for, and Wei Ying wished there was time for him to lounge in the massive tub. Unfortunately, if he did that, his food would be cold. Lan Zhan’s shower was large enough for two people with a rainfall shower head in the ceiling, and a built in bench at one end. And the water pressure, it was literally the most luxurious thing in the world.

By the time he was clean, smelling like the expensive sandalwood products Lan Zhan used, and his long hair dried, their food had arrived. Spicy noodles and pork for Wei Ying and stir-fried tofu and vegetables for Lan Zhan.

They ate quickly and silently. It was some weird rule from when Lan Zhan was growing up, usually Wei Ying talked anyway, but he was too excited and didn’t want to get the spicy broth everywhere. Especially now that the only thing he had to do was put his own outfit on.

******

“You look…wow,” Wei Ying said momentarily stunned at how good his best friend looked when Lan Zhan finally emerged from his own shower, fully dressed.

The tips of his ears turned pink, and Wei Ying cackled.

“How do I look, Gege?” Wei Ying asked, spinning in a circle to show off his own outfit. Underneath his black motorcycle jacket was loose red t-shirt that had been cut into a crop-top. Over this skintight black jeans were the calf-high black boots he had begged Lan Zhan for.

“Wei Ying always looks good,” Lan Zhan said, his voice lower than usual.

“You’re too nice to me! You know I can’t handle it when you’re nice!”

“Mn.”

“Let’s go party!” Wei Ying said.

******

Nie Huaisang rented out some old warehouse and filled the event space with sofas and armchairs with random half-wall partitions to create cozy seating areas. Loud music blared from speakers hidden all around the room, and a DJ was taking requests near one of three different bars.

“You look like a snack!” Nie Huaisang shrieked when they walked in and threw themself at Wei Ying for a hug.

“I had to dress up, Lan Zhan came,” Wei Ying said happily.

“I can see that,” they said, grinning. “Good of you to finally join us.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said, taking a step back when Nie Huaisang tried to pull him into a hug too.

“Sorry, forgot. The only person allowed to touch you is him,” they said, pointing at Wei Ying. “Anyway, have fun, kiddies!” Then, they were flitting away to the next person.

“Want a soda?” Wei Ying asked.

“Water is fine,” Lan Zhan said.

“Come on. I know you wont drink, bit a little carbonation never hurts. Let loose a little, Gege, it’s a party, and you’re here! What could be better!”

“Just one,” he relented.

Wei Ying clapped his hands together. The night could not get any better, in his opinion.

Once they had drinks, something alcoholic and slightly sugary for Wei Ying, he led Lan Zhan through the room, looking for somewhere to sit.

“Oh look, there’s Qing-jie,” Wei Ying said, and pulled Lan Zhan along to where she was sitting talking quietly to MianMian, And the Peacock, but they had long since perfected the art of ignoring one another.

After greeting the two women and chatting for a bit, he left Lan Zhan there to make the round, occasionally coming back to check on his friend.

Hours later, the room was starting to spin, just a little, and Wei Ying flopped onto the sofa next to Lan Zhan.

“You’re still here!” he chirped as he fell across the man’s lap, some of the drink in his cup spilling.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said.

“It’s past your bedtime though,” Wei Ying said.

“It is.”

At exactly nine, Lan Zhan went to bed, every single night. Wei Ying could be watching a show at full volume, and he would just go to bed. Sure, every now and then Wei Ying would wake him up after, he went to bed sometimes, but that was different.

Nine had long come and gone, and Lan Zhan was still there, despite the late hour. Despite the fact that he hated being around people, and noise, and alcohol. He had yet to leave, and it made Wei Ying’s inside all warm an fuzzy.

Okay, that was most likely the alcohol talking.

“Are you staying until midnight?” Wei Ying asked.

“Yes,” Lan Zhan said.

“Oh? Any particular reason. Is there someone here you want to kiss?” Wei Ying asked, grinning teasingly up at him.

When Lan Zhan didn’t respond, Wei Ying glanced around the room. He wondered who the person might be.

There was Huaisang, but if something was ever going to happen there it already would have. The two of them had known each other since they were toddlers, both of their older brothers being close friends.

Mo Xuanyu. Nope, definitely not. He was with Xue Yang, and while Lan Zhan would be that delinquent in a fair fight he wasn’t the type of person to steal another man’s…man.

Who else was there?

Wen Ning was immediately crossed off the list. And the three out Jins that had somehow invaded the party. Xiao Xingchen was taken.

Someone who wasn’t out, maybe. No Lan Zhan had never hid who he was, not even when he was bullied about being gay in high school. He would never hide a relationship with someone.

The biggest problem was, Lan Zhan rarely spoke to anyone other than Wei Ying. He shared a class with Wen Qing, and occasionally talked to the Peacock. But again, they’d know one another most of their lives. MianMian was a girl. That was…kind of it of the people Lan Zhan knew. Well, other than him, but obviously, Wei Ying didn’t count.

Maybe it was a straight boy, but who?

“Help me sit up,” Wei Ying asked, wanting to get a better look. He couldn’t really see anyone from where they sat.

“Why?” Lan Zhan asked, making absolutely no effort to help Wei Ying out of his lap.

Honestly, didn’t he know anything. Whoever he wanted to kiss would not enjoy a catch like Lan Zhan cuddling up with someone else right before kissing them.

“I want another sip of my drink,” Wei Ying said, waving the red plastic cup in his hand around. Liquid splashed out at the movement, a blotch of purple staining the white shirt.

“You’ve had enough,” Lan Zhan said.

“Nonsense! I’m barely buzzed. Besides, it’s New Years! I haven’t celebrated right if I can still stand.”

Lan Zhan, traitor that he was, just raised one eyebrow.

“Shut up, I mean to be here. I’m just a little stuck.”

“You are not stuck,” Lan Zhan said.

“But I am,” Wei Ying whined.

“Than get up yourself,” his (former) best friend challenged.

Instead of making an attempt, Wei Ying leaned farther into his lap. “Why are you so mean to your Wei Ying?” he whined dramatically.

“I’m mean?” he asked.

“Yes! You’re always mean to me, Lan Zhan.”

The cup was plucked out of his hand and sat on the table in front of them.

“I can be meaner,” he said making Wei Ying laugh.

“God you’re so funny. No one ever believes me when I tell them either!”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said.

An idea struck him then. “Let’s go dance. You haven’t moved all night,” Wei Ying said.

“No.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

He could get a much better look from the dance floor.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said. The warning in his voice usually meant Wei Ying was pushing just a little too far.

“Come on, Lan-er-gege. Please, for me?” Wei Ying said, drawing the please out in a while.

“One song,” Lan Zhan relented.

“You’re the best!”

Wei Ying hopped up off the couch, and pulled Lan Zhan to the makeshift dance floor. Drunken people crowded the small space, grinding on one another in time with the fast paced beat. Lan Zhan squinted at him under the flashing, multicolor lighting.

“You’re not moving,” Wei Ying said, only halfway paying attention to his best friend. Who was standing there like a statue as Wei Ying started dancing in front of him.

Most of his attention was focused on the people around them, as he tried to figure out who Lan Zhan wanted to kiss.

“I know you can dance, just hold me and move,” Wei Ying said.

Though he didn’t need to be held too close or too tightly. Wei Ying needed to be able to slip away at any moment if Lan Zhan saw his crush.

Lan Zhan, being the perfect person that he was, went to take his hands like they were doing to dance a Waltz or something.

“No!” Wei Ying said, batting his hand away. “Come on, do it right!’

Grabbing his wrist, Wei Ying spun around and placed it on his hip. Then he pressed his back against Lan Zhan’s front and said, “Now the other hand.”

His grip was tight, like Lan Zhan was anchoring himself to Wei Ying, but at least he wasn’t being stubborn about this.

“Good, now move with me. You act like you’ve never done this before,” Wei Ying said, as he started moving, grinding and pressing into Lan Zhan to the beat of music.

“I haven’t,” Lan Zhan said.

“Never?”

“Never.”

“How do you expect to find a man then? You have to dance with people. It’s like I have to teach you everything.”

“Not everything,” Lan Zhan said into his ear. His warm breath made Wei Ying’s spine tingle.

“Then why aren’t you moving?” Wei Ying asked.

Without responding, Lan Zhan gripped him tighter, fingers digging into Wei Ying’s exposed flesh. Then he rolled his hips, grinding against Wei Ying’s backside.

“I-I knew you could do it, Gege,” Wei Ying said breathlessly. It was really hot that close to so many people.

“Mn. Your waist is very tiny,” Lan Zhan said as their bodies moved together.

“You are always telling me to eat more,” Wei Ying said.

A low chuckle vibrated out from the man, sending shock waves through Wei Ying’s entire body.

“You should,” Lan Zhan said.

“Yeah,” Wei Ying said. “Probably.”

His head fell back to rest against the mans shoulder as the rhythm of their bodies moving in sync carried his thoughts away.

This really was the best party he’d ever been to.

Halfway through the song, the music cut out, and flashing red numbers appeared on the wall in front of them.

Wei Ying made to move away, to let Lan Zhan find the lucky man he wanted to kiss. Lan Zhan’s hold wouldn’t allow him to though.

10.

Lan Zhan slid one of his hand across Wei Ying’s stomach.

9.

His was forcefully spun around to face the man. The flashing lights reflecting off his shiny hair was mesmerizing,

8.

His plush lips glistened, and those lovely golden eyes were staring straight at Wei Ying.

7.

“What?” Wei Ying whispered.

6.

They were so close, Wei Ying could feel every dip and curve of Lan Zhan’s body beneath the clothing.

5.

His eyes dropped to Wei Ying’s lips them back up.

4.

Lan Zhan’s hand slid up to cup the back of his neck, Wei Ying’s skin burning in the wake of his fingers as they trailed up his body.

3.

The other slid down to grip his ass, and Wei Ying let out a sharp gasp.

2.

Lan Zhan pulled him impossibly closer, and Wei Ying stopped breathing.

1.

Lan Zhan kissed him.

Wei Ying missed the cheering crowd as the clock struck midnight. Lan Zhan was kissing him. HIM. His eyes fell closed as he felt into the exquisite feeling of Lan Zhan’s lips pressed against his own.

A tongue ran across his lips, forcing its way into his mouth. Wei Ying moaned, feeling as though he were being devoured.

His own arms wrapped around Lan Zhan’s neck. He wanted to crawl into the man, let him take, take, take everything Wei Ying had to give. He felt as though he were on fire, burning up from the inside out.

The world had fallen away, and the only thing left was Lan Zhan, everywhere. He wanted more.

All too soon, Lan Zhan pulled away, and Wei Ying whined at the loss, trying to follow him.

“ZhanZhan,” he whined. Wei Ying tried to pull his back, but he wouldn’t.

“Wei Ying, is this okay?” Lan Zhan asked.

“I’m an idiot,” Wei Ying said, trying to catch his breath.

“You’re not,” Lan Wangji said.

“I am. I think I love you,” Wei Ying said.

Lan Zhan’s ears burned red, but the way he was looking at Wei Ying made his heart stutter.

“I know,” Lan Zhan said, looking smug.

Giggling, Wei Ying buried his face into Lan Zhan’s neck.

“Can I kiss you again?” Lan Zhan asked.

“Stupid question,” Wei Ying said. This time, he was the one to press their lips together.

He let himself be pulled under again, Lan Zhan kissing him until he couldn’t breathe. Then Lan Zhan was biting at his lips, the sharp edges of his teeth digging in.

“More, Gege,” he moaned as Lan Zhan’s mouth moved to his throat, sucking and biting at the skin.

Wei Ying was dizzy with want. He could feel Lan Zhan’s cock, hard and straining inside the jeans, pressing right against Wei Ying’s own. As a desperate moan fell from Wei Ying’s mouth, Lan Zhan rolled his hips, grinding them together.

“I want, I want,” Wei Ying mumbled.

“Let’s go home,” Lan Zhan whispered, nipping at his earlobe.

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Wei Ying didn’t remember leaving, had no idea how they got back to Lan Zhan’s home. He didn’t remember them taking their shoes off, or where his jacket went. The only thing he knew, was that between one breath and the next, he was being pressed against the closed bedroom door as Lan Zhan devoured him. He moaned, high pitched and needy as he wrapped his legs around Lan Zhan’s hips.

Hangs gripped his ass, kneading harshly into the flesh as Wei Ying tried to meet Lan Zhan’s thrusts.

“More, please,” he begged.

Lan Zhan nipped his chin, making Wei Ying laugh.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. Without waiting for an answer, he went back to sucking bruises into Wei Ying’s throat.

“You,” Wei Ying whined.

At that, Lan Zhan savagely bit into the juncture of Wei Ying’s neck and shoulder. Wei Ying’s hips jerked forward as a high pitched wait slipped out.

“How?” Lan Zhan asked, soothing the bite with his tongue. His breathe ticked along Wei Ying’s skin.

He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Words had completely deserted him, and Lan Zhan continued to thrust as he bit a ring of bruises into Wei Ying’s throat. Every movement Wei Ying made was controlled by the tight grip Lan Zhan had on his ass. He had no idea if he should focus on his mouth or the fingers digging into his flesh.

“A-Ying,” Lan Zhan said, demanding an answer.

“ZhanZhan, please,” Wei Ying moaned brokenly.

“Do you want to come like this, or will you let me fuck you?” It wasn’t a question, not really.

“Yes, yes, yes, please, Gege,” Wei Ying whined.

“Which one?”

“Fuck me, Gege, Please. Please.”

The look on Lan Zhan’s face was down right predatory as he pressed their mouths back together, delving his tongue into Wei Ying’s mouth.

Then he was thrown onto the bed, bouncing as he landed. Lan Zhan climbed on top of him, and ripped the t-shirt off. The cold air made Wei Ying shudder.

Golden eyes stared down with a deviousness in them he never expected to see from the other man. Then, Lan Zhan lowered his head and bit down harshly on Wei Ying’s nipple. He sucked the nub into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

The pain was exquisite, and never having felt anything like it before, Wei Ying screamed.

Lan Zhan repeated the motion, this time dragging his calloused hands down Wei Ying’s ribs. When he reached Wei Ying’s pants, which had become painfully tight, he slid his fingers beneath the waistband, sliding them across Wei Ying’s stomach.

When he reached the button, Lan Zhan looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Wei Ying nodded his head, unable to speak.

It was all the permission needed, and Lan Zhan yanked his pants off. His cock was harder than it had ever been when it sprung free, violently red and already dripping.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” Lan Zhan said.

“N-No,” Wei Ying said. “The pa-pants were too t-tight.”

Lan Zhan’s grin was positively feral. Reaching out, he took Wei Ying’s cock in his warm hand, squeezing it tightly. Then, he was crawling up, between Wei Ying’s legs until they were face to face. Then they were kissing again. Wei Ying sucked at Lan Zhan’s tongue, trying to thrust up into his unmoving hand.

Pulling back, Lan Zhan trailed kisses down his body, leaving imprints of his teeth behind in his wake. A light kiss, barely a touch, was placed onto the tip of his cock, then a more firm one at the base. Wei Ying squirmed in anticipation. Whispering kisses tickled down one thigh, then up the other, making his legs tremble. He felt the ghost of a smile on Lan Zhan’s lips before the man bit down at the crease where his leg and hip met.

“Ah,” Wei Ying screamed, tears escaping his eyes as he threw his head back.

One last glance up at Wei Ying had his breath hitching. Then, Lan Zhan’s mouth enveloped his cock in its warm, wet heat. And he was sucking, pulling Wei Ying deep into his throat in a single, swift movement.

Wei Ying arched off the bed with a keen, hands flying down and fingers tangling into Lan Zhan’s silky hair.

An arm came across his hips to press him back down. He was trapped, unable to move as Lan Zhan hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head.

Over and over, Lan Zhan sucked at him, using his tongue to lick around the length every time he came up. The only thing Wei Ying could do want pant as he desperate tried to move, to follow the heat of Lan Zhan’s mouth.

“Please, please, please, Gege,” he chanted, not even knowing what he wanted.

From beneath hooded eyes, Lan Zhan glanced up at him with his mouth still around his cock. It was the most erotic thing Wei Ying had ever seen.

Unable to move, unable to do anything to chase the feeling, Wei Ying felt as though he were being driven insane. He wrapped his legs around Lan Zhan’s shoulders, trying to use them to pull Lan Zhan farther onto him.

Grabbing onto his thighs, Lan Zhan hummed the next time he moved his mouth down. Wei Ying was going to come, embarrassingly fast, if Lan Zhan did that again.

One of the hands holding his thigh dropped away, but only for a second. Lan Zhan hummed around him, but this time when he did, a blunt nail flicked across his furled entrance.

Wei Ying gasped, hips stuttering upwards despite Lan Zhan’s tight told on them. No one had ever touched him there before.

He did it again, this time, dragging the nail slowly across, pressing harder, but not quite trying to breech him. Not yet. The third time he did it, again with more pressure, the world whited out and Wei Ying came with a scream that echoed off the walls.

Lan Zhan took everything he had to give, sucking him dry. Not a single drop of come escaped his mouth.

While he was still trying to remember how to breathe, Lan Zhan untangled Wei Ying’s legs and slid up to kiss him again.

His mouth was still salty with traces of Wei Ying’s come as Lan Zhan thrust his tongue into his mouth.

Wei Ying wondered what Lan Zhan’s would taste like, if it would be the same musky saltiness or if it would be different. He almost asked if he could return the favor as Lan Zhan’s still clothed heavy length pressed against his softening cock. The urge to know how it would feel in his throat as it cut off his airway forced another moan out of it.

That was swallowed down by Lan Zhan too. Before Wei Ying could ask, he was pulling away. Wei Ying whined, trying to grab at him and pull him back.

“Good boy,” Lan Zhan said.

And oh, he did not know he was into that. A hot blush spread across his face, and Wei Ying wanted to hide. But Lan Zhan wouldn’t let him. He gripped Wei Ying’s chin between his fingers, holding his head in place.

“Keep you eyes on me, Wei Ying,” he said.

He let go. Then, he was climbing off the bed, and Wei Ying’s eyes drifted closed at the loss.

“Eyes open, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said.

Startled at the command, Wei Ying’s eyes flew back open. Lan Zhan had moved away, standing at the foot of the bed, taking his clothes off. It was nothing like the usual, methodical way that always made Wei Ying laugh. There was nothing slow or careful about his movement now.

His cock twitched at the anticipation flooding him as each button revealed more and more of Lan Zhan’s sculpted chest. Despite the fact that he had seen everything a thousand times before, this was different. It had never been like this, with the knowledge that he could touch. That perfect, beautiful body would be pressing against his own with no barriers between them. Wei Ying wanted to touch him, to reach out and feel that flawless pale skin. To run his tongue across those dusky nipples, just to see what kind of sounds Lan Zhan would make.

Wei Ying started to sit up, only to be pinned by Lan Zhan’s blown out eyes.

“I uh…”

“Grab the headboard,” Lan Zhan ordered with a smirk.

The way Lan Zhan was speaking to him was so very different. It stile his thoughts and left him wanting to do exactly what Lan Zhan told him to do.

Frozen in shock, Wei Ying didn’t move.

“Be a good boy, and grab the headboard.”

Instantly, Wei Ying obeyed, grabbing the wide wooden rails above him.

“Good boy. Now don’t move,” Lan Zhan said.

Somehow, being ordered around was the hottest thing to ever happen to Wei Ying.

Finally, the last button of the shirt was undone and tossed aside. The belt followed. Just as Lan Zhan moved to his pants, Wei Ying sat up, wanting to help, if only for the excuse to touch him.

Pausing entirely, fingers resting on the button of his jeans, Lan Zhan said, “What did I tell you?”

“Not-not to move.” Wei Ying’s breathing was shallow, coming in short, panting breaths, unable to look away from those large hands.

“Then why did you move?”

“I don’t know.”

“You do,” Lan Zhan said, continuing just to stand there, staring at Wei Ying like a piece of meat.

“Gege, please.”

“Don’t be a brat. Hands back on the headboard.”

“I’ll be good,” Wei Ying stuttered, obeying.

As soon has his hands touched the wood, and Wei Ying was back, laying there with his entire body splayed out in front of Lan Zhan, the man popped the button open. The zipper came down in slow motion, and Lan Zhan pulled everything off.

Flushed red, head glistening with precome, Lan Zhan’s cock was long and so very thick. Thick veins pulsed, and it was the most terrifying thing Wei Ying had ever seen.

“It’s too big,” Wei Ying thought as his entire body seized.

Lan Zhan’s dark chuckle made him realize he had spoken out loud.

“I..that's not,” Wei Ying tried to say. He pulled his knees up, pressing his legs tightly together.

Large hand grabbed his knees, prying his legs apart, as Lan Zhan climbed back onto the bed.

“What did I say?” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Ying couldn’t answer. His legs were spread open wide enough to ache, and every inch of him was back on display. Lan Zhan smiled up from where he knelt between his legs. He looked like a wolf right about to catch it’s prey.

Pressing a kiss to the side of one knee, Lan Zhan again asked, “What did I tell you, Wei Ying.”

“Not to move.”

“Don’t you want to be a good boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Then stop being a brat.”

Taking the back of Wei Ying’s knees in his hands, Lan Zhan pulled his legs back around his shoulders. Once they were settled, Lan Zhan grabbed his ass, pulling the lower half of his body off the bed, practically folding him in half, and spreading his cheeks apart.

“What are you—“

Lan Zhan bent forward and licked a stripe right across his hole. Wei Ying’s eyes went wide as his entire body jolted at the new sensation. He keened, high pitched and wanton. Over and over Lan Zhan licked. Relentlessly. He licked, and bit, and sucked at the furled hole, forcing incoherent sounds from Wei Ying’s mouth.

Unable to look away from the sight of Lan Zhan buried between his legs, wet tears streamed down his cheeks. Then, that tongue was forcing it’s way into him.

Wei Ying’s let go of the headboard. His hands flew down to grasp at Lan Zhan’s hair.

And Lan Zhan, the evil, cruel man that he was, pulled away.

“What did I tell you, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan said. He wasn’t even looking at Wei Ying, his eyes still staring at… At the most intimate part of Wei Ying’s body.

“No, I can’t,” Wei Ying sobbed.

“You can. If you move again, I’ll tie them there.”

Wei Ying’s put his hands back.

Lan Zhan really was the worst person in the world, using Wei Ying’s own fantasies to torture him. He should have never said anything about it, drunk or not.

“I’ll be good,” Wei Ying cried.

“Good boy.”

Lan Zhan’s tongue was back, forcing its way into him bit by bit. His hole burned as it stretched, slowly opening up as Lan Zhan thrust in and out of him. The only thing Wei Ying was able to do was hold on and moan, allowing his body to relax into it. Just as the slide became smoother, his body beginning to open up without resistance, Lan Zhan’s mouth left him.

Only to be replaced by a slick finger. It burned, and Wei Ying clenched.

“Relax,” Lan Zhan said, gently pressing it farther in.

Tears would not stop falling, and Wei Ying took a shaking breath. He breathed out slowly and tried to. It was a slow press that burned with every movement.

“I’ve got you, A-Ying, relax,” Lan Zhan murmured, thrusting his finger faster, in and out.

Then another finger was forcing its way into him. He could feel every movement, every twitch of those fingers inside of him.

“No,” Wei Ying, but his hips chased the feeling of those fingers as they moved, despite the pain.

The pace picked up, Lan Zhan moving them quicker as those fingers thrust and thrust and thrust into him. He could feel every drag against his inner walls. Suddenly, Lan Zhan crooked them, pressing against something deep inside of Wei Ying. Stars danced in front of his eyes.

Wei Ying was hard again, even having come already it hurt. He needed something, anything, to touch it. There was nothing though. Lan Zhan’s threat to tie him down kept his hands exactly where they were.

He did it again. Then again. Every time he delved pack in Lan Zhan pressed against that spot, and Wei Ying couldn’t get enough. Being the cruel man that he was, Lan Zhan added a third finger. Wei Ying was going losing his mind.

“Lan Zhan!” he screamed, when he added a fourth.

In response, Lan Zhan turned his head and sank his teeth into Wei Ying’s thigh. Right as he crooked his fingers again.

Come spurted across Wei Ying’s chest in thick, white ropes as Lan Zhan rubbed that spot. He kept at it until Wei Ying was empty and sobbing. Then he kept going, long after Wei Ying stopped coming.

“It’s too much,” he sobbed.

“It’s not,” Lan Zhan said. But he pulled his fingers out and let Wei Ying drop bonelessly to the bed.

Feeling empty as his hole clenched and gaped around nothing was new and unexpected. Wei Ying stared up at Lan Zhan with glassy eyes.

Lan Zhan wasn’t looking at him though. Instead, he was focused on the come smeared across Wei Ying’s chest with fire in his eyes.

Slowly, he dragged two fingers through it, scooping some up. He gathered enough that it dripped off.

“Suck,” he said, and without allowing Wei Ying to even think about what was happening, he shoved those come covered fingers into Wei Ying’s mouth.

Salty and bitter, it was more potent than it was when Lan Zhan had blown him. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. However, he couldn’t help swirling his own tongue around them and lapping every drop up while he stared into Lan Zhan’s eyes.

When they slid out with a pop, Wei Ying thought he would finally get to kiss Lan Zhan again. He didn’t. Lan Zhan bent down and licked his stomach and chest clean. Only once every trace was cleared away, did Lan Zhan finally kiss him. This time, he hadn’t swallowed it. His mouth was full of Wei Ying’s come. It spilled into Wei Ying’s mouth when Lan Zhan plunged his tongue in. They both moaned into this kiss.

When he broke away, Lan Zhan said, “You’re doing so good for me, Wei Ying.”

Blushing under the praise, Wei Ying squirmed and nice, “Too nice, Gege. I can’t take it when you're nice.”

“Oh?” Lan Zhan asked. “Did you want me to be mean?”

Feeling like he had walked right into a trap, the only thing Wei Ying could do was nod.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Mark your words,” Lan Zhan said.

He shoved his thick, hard cock into him, punching the breath out of Wei Ying.

He was big, too big, and it burned so much more than anything else had. And it was barely inside of him.

“It’s too big!” Wei Ying screeched. “I can’t take it! It won’t fit!”

“You can, and you will,” Lan Zhan said, slowly working his way deeper inside.

“I can’t! I can’t! It hurts!” he whined.

But it felt good too. It was painful, but the pleasure was so much more. Unbelievably more. He had no idea anything could feel so good, even while it hurt.

Inch by excruciating inch, Lan Zhan slide into him. Finally, after what felt like forever, Lan Zhan was fully sheathed inside of Wei Ying’s Tight heat. He let out a quiet groan and bit down harshly on Wei Ying’s shoulder.

Wei Ying had never felt so full, so close to anyone. It was overwhelming. His whole body felt electrified, and his cock gave a painful twitch.

Lan Zhan stayed there, mouth clamped down, not moving, until Wei Ying cried in frustration. A soft kiss was placed over the bruise blooming on his skin, then Lan Zhan began moving. The pace was brutal, punching the breath out of Wei Ying every time he pushed back in. The tears that slipped out were licked away.

The moment Wei Ying began moving with him, hips chasing that full feeling every time it went away, Lan Zhan picked up his pace. He grabbed at Wei Ying’s long hair, yanking his head back and exposing more of his throat. More bruising kisses were bitten into the pale skin.

“Too much. You’re killing your Wei Ying, Stop!” Wei Ying cried.

The words went ignored. His hands left the headboard to push Lan Zhan away.

“What did I say?” Lan Zhan growled as he stopped moving.

“No, Gege, no. Please,” Wei Ying cried. He had no idea what he was begging for, or what he wanted.

Lan Zhan grabbed his wrists, pinning them down beneath his fingers. When he stared at Wei Ying, his smile promised pain.

“I can make it hurt,” Lan Zhan said. “You’d deserve it for disobeying.”

“No, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise,” Wei Ying cried, thrashing from size to side.

“Then stop moving. And shut up,” Lan Zhan said.

He was moving again. This time, it was too fast, too harsh for Wei Ying to keep up. He tried the best he could though, as Lan Zhan pounded into him.

For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop talking though. Between moans and whines, he screamed nonsense at Lan Zhan, alternating between begging the man to stop and begging for more.

With one hand pinning his wrists together, Lan Zhan used the other to coax one of his legs farther up, back over his shoulder. Lan Zhan sat up, and the new position completely immobilized Wei Ying. The only thing Wei Ying could do was lay there, open and pliant, as Lan Zhan’s heavy cock dragged back and forth across that spot that made him see stars.

Wei Ying’s screaming turned into low whimpers the more it happened. Just as he started to get hard again, a low, breathy noise came from Lan Zhan. The man stopped moving and pulled out. Wei Ying keened at the loss.

“I’m not done with you. Roll over,” he said.

“Huh?” Wei Ying said stupidly, the words not making any sense.

Lan Zhan laughed lowly. Wei Ying was flipped over, face down on the bed. Lan Zhan yanked his hips up. The angle forced Wei Ying’s face into the pillows, his arms too weak to hold him up.

A single smack to his ass made Wei Ying yelp, the Lan Zhan was sliding back into him. The angle was much, much deeper, each thrust feeling as though it were in his throat.

His fists scrambled to clutch at the blanket wishing he still had the strength to reach the headboard as each thrust drove into him. Lan Zhan’s hand gripped bruises into his hips as their bodies moved.

Words fell from his mouth, wildly, unconsciously. Every single thrust had Lan Zhan’s cock pressing against that spot, harder more insistent than ever. His body was oversensitive, each movement sending shock waves of pleasure and pain through him in equal measures.

“I’m going to come,” Wei Ying cried.

“Not yet,” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Ying was snatched up onto his knees by the hair, his back pressed against Lan Zhan’s chest. With his free hand, Lan Zhan grabbed the base of Wei Ying’s cock and wrapped his fingers around it.

“Yes,” Wei Ying breathed out.

Then he squeezed.

“No,” Wei Ying sobbed. “Gege, please!”

His cock didn’t go as deep, but it felt larger, and the burn was sharper. Still he hit that spot over and over. Wei Ying needed to come.

“Please, it hurts so much,” Wei Ying begged. “Just let me come.”

“No,” Lan Zhan said.

“Gege, please,” Wei Ying cried desperately.

He tried to bat Lan Zhan’s hand away, to get at his own cock. Lan Zhan kept his grip firm. Instead, he sank his teeth back into Wei Ying’s shoulder.

Lan Zhan’s hips stuttered, the next thrust not as smooth.

“Come,” he commanded and let go.

Lan Zhan thrust once, then twice. Then the world blinked out as Wei Ying came screaming Lan Zhan’s name. The only thing keeping him from falling forward was the hold Lan Zhan had on him.

“Good boy,” Lan Zhan whispered pressing himself into Wei Ying’s limp body as he came.

Gently, he lowered Wei Ying down, pulling out at he did.

Wei Ying whined in pain. The drag was too much, and hurt.

“I know,” Lan Zhan murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

He climbed off the bed, and Wei Ying’s heart stopped. “No, ZhanZhan!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Lan Zhan said. There was some rustling, and a moment later, a damp cloth brushed across him, wiping sweat and Lan Zhan’s leaking come away. It hurt, and Wei Ying mewled at the pain.

“I know, I know,” Lan Zhan said.

When he was done, Lan Zhan climbed back into the bed, pulling the blankets over him.

He tilted Wei Ying’s face towards him an kissed him gently.

“Sleep, A-Ying,” he whispered.

With one last press of his lips to Wei Ying’s temple, Lan Zhan wrapped his arms around him as he dragged Wei Ying closer.

“Uh-uh,” Wei Ying mumbled in protest, even as he snuggled closer. He wanted another kiss, but his body was too heavy to move.

“Sleep, my love. I’m not going anywhere,” Lan Zhan said.

For once, Wei Ying’s thoughts were silent as he drifted off, sated and exhausted, while held in Lan Zhan’s embrace.