angryhearts | A Family Dinner

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mo dao zu shi: wei wuxian

A Family Dinner

WHO: Wei Wuxians, Lan Wangjis, Lan Xichen, Jin Ling, Nie Huaisang

WHAT: An Untamed/MDZS Family Dinner

WHEN: Near Christmas

WHERE: Dining area

NOTES: None

It has been quiet around the hotel other then the fact that there is snow everywhere and the staff seems to be in a festive mood. After some discussions about holidays they discover that this is a time of the year when people gather with families and celebrate. So it was only natural that this large, unique, extended family should all come together and enjoy a meal together and reflect over their time in the hotel.

So the dining area has been decorated with red and gold and green, christmas trees are brightly lit around the room. Music plays softly over the speakers and a large buffet of food is out for all to enjoy. A fire crackles in the fireplace warming the room so that they snow has been melted away and won't make people want to rush back to the warmth of their rooms.mo

Come and enjoy the festivities, share gifts with one another, tell stories and simply enjoy the company and expectations for the coming year.

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Wei Wuxian watches him collects the goodies, sitting up to wait for him. It's going to take him a minute to really get into the character of the moment.

He reaches up to grab Lan Wangji's wrists, his voice pleading, "Lan Zhan...do you really need the blindfold? I don't want to be in the dark..."

He tries to jump up from the bed as if he intends to escape.

He leans over and lays his head against Lan Wangji's shoulder. He knows he can't help the man return home if that is what is making him upset.

"I'd do anything to make Lan Zhan feel better if I could."

Watching Wei Ying getting into character actually humored him and aroused him, so playing along with the act.

"Wei Ying, c'mon. Take your punishment now..." He prevents him from jumping up and running away and considering he's drunk, he easily wrestles him to the bed. Setting the blindfold aside, he reaches for his headband instead and pulls it, and if he could pin him down on the bed first long enough to bring his wrists around on his back, he makes an attempt to tie his wrists together to restrain him and immobilized him, rendering him helpless.

He whines and squirms beneath the other man as his hands get tied behind his back. He tries to pull at the restraint that now keeps his hands behind his back.

"I've been so well behaved, Lan Zhan! I don't deserve to be punished." He tries to wiggle his way out from under the other man.

Reaching for the blindfold, he wraps around his eyes, blocking his sense of sight as he whines and squirms.

"Caught you like a fox caught a rabbit." He teased. Next his clothes, which he forced to open and strips to loosen up as he squirms, but taking care not to rip it up. There's something hot with just trying to fucking him in his own clothes, making a mess out of him.

He then attacks him playfully, placing kisses all over his body, gently sucking and bite over his throat, and then teasing his nipples with his fingers and gently sucking on them.

He would, at personal sacrifice, which makes Lan Wangji's heart hurt. "Just stay here with me," he responds. "For now."

There are just times when Lan Wangji can't be fully satisfied. Xiongzhang had learned that when Wei Ying had been dead. But now that he has two of them, he's still unsatisfied.

He tries to inch worm his way up the bed to get away, but really just making it so that he is comfortable on the bed and not too close to the edge.

He continues to whine as that mouth on his body makes him heat up. Even though he is trying to be like a scared little rabbit, he can't help that Lan Wangji's mouth always make his body react in such a way.

"Don't be mean, Hanguang-jun..."

"For as long as you want." He still has plenty of food to eat and he can always get more to keep himself busy with. He doesn't get to spend a lot of time with this Lan Wangji so he is happy to be by his side now until he no longer wishes him to be.

He slides another plate closer as he lifts his head back up, this one with just a simple salad on it.

Just a simple salad? Then Lan Wangji will help him pick at it. It's nice when they get to share something.

"Wei Ying, we are not supposed to talk while we are still eating," he comments.

"When have I ever been able to follow that rule, Lan Zhan?" When has he been able to follow any of their rules? But that one is particularly difficult for him. Good food is supposed to be coupled with good conversation...and good wine.

"We aren't talking when we are chewing so technically we are still following the rule."

"You are not supposed to talk during the meal," he responds, because Wei Ying knows what the rules mean. And also how big the bowls are for the three-bowls rule.

The silly goose.

He affectionately tugs at Wei Ying's hair.

"That's no fun, Lan Zhan. And we've already broken it plenty of times so why should we follow it now?"

Once it is broken it can't be put back together again. And no matter how many times Lan Wangji tells hm not to break it, Wei Wuxian isn't going to stop.

Much of his anger boiled down to frustration over their circumstances, confusion at what he wanted from their friendship, and his own guilt, worried he'd driven a wedge between the Lan Wangji and his other self. So, he'd done what he always did, push people away and retreat, put up walls.

Even so, this Lan Wangji kept reaching out, and it was so damn hard to ignore the issues when it kept hurting them both. He wasn't sure he dared let himself get close, but he didn't want Lan Wangji to think he hated him, or wished him ill.

"Not everything," he admits, "just talismans and spells, really. It's something, at least. I've been testing some spells, working on..."

He trails off, gesturing to the paper rabbit.

"Things like this, mostly."

"Hm, it teaches discipline," he answers, plaintively.

Except that it has never taught Wei Ying any sort of discipline, has never taught him a shred of humility. No, plenty of other things had, but never the Gusu Lan rules.

Still, he returns to his food.

He laughs because discipline has never been something he has been good with. But he will behave and grant Lan Wangji a few moments of peace as he eats a little more of his food in silence.

Of course it can't possibly last long..

Once he finishes with his place he pushes it out of the way and leans on the table so he can watch the other man eat.

"Even though this isn't what I expected my life to be like, I am glad I was able to meet you during this year."

In the end, he still loves him and he hides how much he cares. He loved him just as much. Their friendship means a lot to him, but after the wedding and marriage, he realized they made their choices. He was uncertain and doubtful at first as to whether it's the right choice, but now he has little to no doubt that the choice they both made is the right one.

Seeing Wei Ying's pain, confusion, and frustration deeply hurts him, and he tries his best to make amends and to show nothing is truly loss. Only a shift of priorities and perspectives.

"It's a good spell. You worked very hard on it. You should continue what you're working on. I'm proud of you. Someday, you will return home to your husband and..." He stops and halts, trying to shift his thoughts.

And then, seeing the obvious pain in his eyes, the walls he puts up to protect his obvious hurt, he finally noticed after holding himself back, and he sighs, wanting to surrender and help him let go of his guilt, whatever it is that bothers him and drove a wedge. "Wei Ying. I still care about you and I love you just as much as the other." And he figured he hurts him.

"A part of me and the moments we shared together, those memories belong to you, to us, and only to you. It just that after I died, I realized I love my Wei Ying because he's the one I go back home with. But that doesn't mean the love I have for you is diminished. Far from it. I treasure your kindness and your help, your quiet strength, and your heart. In some different life, I would have adore you and love you until the red in your ribbons faded and fall off, your black hanfu turn threadbare and thin, and in that love, the love I have for you is far greater than we have here now."

His expression softened, "It's an ideal and in such a life, a dream, I do belong to you and I understand you completely."

Seeing Wei Ying melted and being weak as he works his touch and his mouth to make him feel. He helps him position on the bed so he could breathe properly as his mouth works on stimulation his body, his hands playing with him and touching him.

"Wei Ying..." He simply said his name and with the bottle of oil, he slickens his fingers with it. Eyes smirking, he kisses him, prying his mouth open to curl his tongue around him, moaning as he sucks his tongue gently.

Then smirking softly, "You're not resisting, Wei Ying. Try resist more." He opens his legs and slides his pants down his lithe legs using force, only to accidentally tear it off using his strength. Oops.

It's hard to resist when the man is making him feel so good. But he tries to do so, his hands trying to push at the other man despite being bound.

His legs try to kick out, trying not to think about the fact that he is completely exposed after his pants are being torn away. Unable to see what is going on as the man touches him. And despite those kicks not trying to land anything that might actually hurt the man...which is hard when he can't see anything.

"Lan er-gege...please...don't be too rough. This body isn't ready."

Lan Wangji is still eating his meal, so he says nothing back, but he does reach over and take Wei Ying's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze that he feels the same.

He flips the hand over, palm up, and gently plays with it, drawing little circles, before pulling his hand away.

He watches those fingers as they trace over his hand, smiling softly from the sentiment and the feeling of it. He then captures that hand before it can run away so that he can continue to hold it. Lan Wangji only needs one hand to eat.

Ah, that is true. He only needs one hand to eat. He will eat with one hand, and continue holding Wei Ying's hand with the other.

He offers one of his little smiles, as he eats his food. Soon, he is finished, and he can place his chopsticks down and the other hand on Wei Ying's hand too.

This isn't exactly like his dream and fantasy in the library of the jingshi, but it's close enough when he tries pushing him and kicking him away.

He only laughs softly when the kiss ends, allowing him to breathe. "Wei Ying..." He touches and feels his soft bottom, groping and massaging continuously and yet checking carefully to see if he likes it.

Then gently pry his ass open to see his hole, teasing by opening wide and spread apart, then gently rubs the puckered entrance in slow circles with the warm liquid for a wet sensation.

His smile brightens and he places his second hand on Lan Wangji's as well. Maybe it will keep the man from escaping away.

"Now that you are done eating, what are you going to do?"

His squirming intensifies, hips coming off the bed as he feels that finger press against him. His voice begging him to let him go, or to free his hands. The bed creaks beneath him from his efforts, the sheets becoming disheveled.

Breathlessly the man's name comes out of his lips, biting back the groan that comes with any kind of attention that the man gives that area of his body.

He thinks about it a second, and then squeezes.

"I am going to hold Wei Ying's hand," comes the answer.

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