Author Notes: Hello again, everyone! Here is Lan Zhan fulfilling his promise to Wei Ying. It's been a few years since I last wrote a yaoi scene so it took longer than expected. Please excuse any awkwardness :)

Warning: Yaoi and fluff.

- Chapter Start -

When Wei Ying next opened his eyes, his head was still pillowed on a firm chest, rising and falling a little with each slow breath. The sky was still dark from the little strip of uncovered window that he could see without turning his head. He was sure it was after five in the morning because gentle fingers were combing through his hair. Not so much as to wake him up, but to check if he was already awake.

Wei Ying smiled, thought of going back to sleep for maybe two seconds before deciding that he had slept enough. Before he could raise his head, the fingers stroking his hair left and a tiny sigh broke the soft silence.

Wei Ying's head jerked up at once.

"I'm awake!"

Lan Zhan's eyes, still half lidded, widened a bit as their gazes met.

"Wei Ying."

Sitting up, Wei Ying tipped his head from side to side and rolled his shoulders to stretch cramped muscles from sleeping in the same position. Then he smiled down at Lan Zhan.

"Lan Er-Gege, did you sleep at all?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Tucking his long hair behind his ears, Wei Ying bent down to touch their closed lips together in a light kiss. He should get up and rinse his mouth properly before - a hand cupped the back of his head, keeping it in place as Lan Zhan turned that butterfly kiss into a deep, open mouthed one.

Argh. Oh well...

Without breaking the kiss, Wei Ying moved, straddling Lan Zhan with his knees on either side of that lean waist, his inner robe riding up to accommodate the movement. The kiss went on and on, deep and a little sloppy, stealing what little breath he had in his lungs. Lan Zhan's loose fitting nightwear, also made of silk, was slippery and warm against Wei Ying's thighs, a growing hardness he could feel making his heart skip a beat.

When Lan Zhan finally released him, Wei Ying raised his head, breathing quickly, lips tingling.

"That was a very nice way to wake up."

"Mn."

"You stroking my hair earlier, I mean."

A tiny frown appeared between those perfect eyebrows.

"Just joking!" Wei Ying couldn't help laughing a bit in sheer joy. "That was very nice too."

Lan Zhan didn't smile, but his eyes did. He raised a hand to tuck the same lock of hair behind Wei Ying's ear.

"Surely you're not stopping now?" Wei Ying teased before clamping his mouth shut. He had promised himself that he wouldn't get too carried away with babbling nonsense again.

Lan Zhan lowered his hand, looking incredibly solemn.

"I won't if you don't want me to."

Wei Ying caught the tiny hint of wariness in that low voice and felt his heart turn over.

"I don't want you to stop," he breathed.

"Then I won't," Lan Zhan promised and drew him down.

They kissed again, Lan Zhan's arms going around Wei Ying's back. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he flipped them over so that Wei Ying ended up on the bed with his husband atop him.

Lan Zhan who was now resting his weight on his forearms on either side of Wei Ying's chest.

Lan Zhan who was gazing down at him with that single minded, all consuming gaze as if no one existed in the world, but the man trapped within the circle of his arms.

Lan Zhan who still had that annoying shadow of doubt in his eyes.

Wei Ying opened his mouth to reassure him but Lan Zhan shifted lower and bent down to press warm lips to Wei Ying's chin and then his neck, just under his jawline. Then another feather light kiss below that, and another at the neckline of his inner robe.

"Lan Zhan, I'm not made of glass," Wei Ying felt obliged to point out.

The fingers on his shoulders tightened in response, but the butterfly kisses remained as light as air. Long fingers searched for and found the tie of his inner robe, pulling it free and parting the front panels as Lan Zhan kissed his way down the strip of revealed skin.

Wei Ying tipped his head back when those questing lips made a detour to the side and closed around a nipple.

"Uh..." He wound urgent fingers in the long silky hair, strands of it brushing his chest and arms.

Lan Zhan muttered something he couldn't make out and started a series of tiny, teasing bites on the pebbled flesh, followed it with the soothing rasp of a warm tongue, and then more bites. Wei Ying sucked in a shaky breath only to lose it again when Lan Zhan latched onto his other nipple.

"Lan Zhan!"

The same, teasing ministrations began. Wei Ying lay still for as long as he could, teeth buried in his lower lip, before groaning. He started wriggling in place, rubbing his length against the hard body over his. Lan Zhan raised his head, golden eyes alight with newfound knowledge, one corner of his lips tilted in a smile that looked almost wicked.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying breathed. "Did those books-"

He broke off when Lan Zhan lowered his head to resume his exploration. The panels of Wei Ying's inner robe had fallen wide open by now so there was nothing to hinder Lan Zhan from shifting lower on the bed and kissing his way down a quivering, flat stomach until he reached his prize.

Feeling warm fingers wrapping around him, Wei Ying raised himself onto his elbows. Lan Zhan was crouched between his legs and looking at him, eyes burning with intent.

"Lan Zhan? No, wait."

One of the extra pillows was grabbed and pushed under Wei Ying's hips.

"You don't have to - ahh!"

The pink lips opened and took him in. Just an inch at first, his moist head slipping past those lips, and then an inch more.

Wei Ying's eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock and thighs quivering. No wonder Lan Zhan had lost control. His mouth felt incredible, hot and wet. Then he started sucking and Wei Ying fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, mouth opening and closing without making a sound. His hands grabbed the blankets, thighs automatically drawing together until two hands forced them apart. He struggled up onto his elbows again, not wanting to miss a single second.

Lan Zhan was as relentless in this as he was in everything else. Somehow, he managed to swallow Wei Ying almost to the root. His mouth pulled and sucked, porcelain cheeks hollowing and filling out again and again, tongue lapping against the sensitive underside, and all the while, his hands kept Wei Ying's thighs spread wide.

Wei Ying panted and shivered, braced on trembling arms that could barely hold his weight. He felt hot and cold, lost somewhere between the all consuming heat, and the ticklish caress of silky tresses on his hot skin. His stomach muscles were spasming and clenching, in rhythm with his hips squirming on the sheets.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zh-aaahhh!"

The end came in a sudden, sweeping rush that bowled him under. He cried out as he exploded inside that hot, willing mouth, eyes still glued onto Lan Zhan's rather shocked face.

"W-Wait, d-don't swallow that!"

Lan Zhan released him and sat up. Grimacing, he clapped a hand to his mouth as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Quick, s-spit it out!" Still trembling and panting, Wei Ying didn't realise that Lan Zhan's actions and his own words mirrored what happened two nights ago.

Looking at him, Lan Zhan shook his head, mouth still covered, throat still working wildly. He actually looked a little nauseous at this point.

"Lan Zhan, spit it out! Please!"

After a long, long moment, Lan Zhan lowered his hand to reveal pink, shiny lips.

"I would never," he said, his voice hoarse.

Wei Ying huffed out a surprised, anxious laugh, chest still heaving and limbs like jelly. Then he shook his head.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan," he murmured. "Why do I feel like I've somehow defiled you?"

Lan Zhan raised an elegant eyebrow at that, but decided - rightly so - that it was too ridiculous a statement to even reply to, considering that Wei Ying had done the exact same thing to him. Instead, he started looking around on the bed.

With his hair in disarray around his shoulders, cheeks flushed and lips still that deep, vivid pink...

"You're so beautiful," Wei Ying whispered.

Lan Zhan looked up at him, at the inner robe that was slipping off one of Wei Ying's shoulders, exposing a rosy nipple. He gave a tiny smile.

"Wei Ying is beautiful," he said before resuming his search of the blankets.

Wei Ying huffed again, thrilled, shaky and for some strange reason, close to tears. He cleared his throat.

"What're you looking for?"

"A small bottle."

"Oh." Wei Ying slipped a hand under his lower back and pulled out something. "You mean this?"

"Mn."

"What's it for?" Pulling out the pillow from under his hips, Wei Ying tossed it to one side. He scooted backwards until he was leaning against the headboard with one knee drawn up. His heart rate was slowing down, body starting to cool.

Lan Zhan stared at him, frowning a bit.

"You... don't know?"

Wei Ying gave him his best smile.

"Tell me."

Lan Zhan's eyes narrowed still further.

"I remember you saying you read those sort of books all the time."

Wei Ying pressed his mischievous lips together, trying for an air of puzzlement.

"Ah, that was..." A lifetime ago. "Lan Ee-Gege, tell me please?"

He had an inkling of what the oil might be for after the severe pain of their first joining. But while the pictures in those books were explicit and even included opened bottles and jars placed near the lovers, explanations were sadly lacking.

"For... lubrication." Lan Zhan was still staring at him, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"Right."

"I can't believe I pushed inside you without using anything that night. Wei Ying, I'm-"

"Don't!" Ignoring his own blush, Wei Ying lunged forward to press urgent fingertips to Lan Zhan's mouth. "That's enough."

He waited until Lan Zhan nodded before taking his hand away and replacing it with his lips. A frisson of shock rippled through him; his emission had a stronger flavour than Lan Zhan's; no wonder he had looked so queasy earlier.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Wei Ying drew back and gave his best smile.

"I'm ready," he said.

To his surprise, Lan Zhan shook his head.

"No, you're not."

"I am! I'm not sore anymore, I promise!"

Lan Zhan's eyes filled with almost unbearable tenderness.

"I still need to get your body ready first."

Wei Ying blinked at him and then looked down at the bottle.

"Don't you just apply it on yourself?"

There was a huff of what might have been amusement, but when he looked up, Lan Zhan was regarding him solemnly again.

"I didn't just read those books, Wei Ying. I also read a few medical texts."

"Oh. And?"

Lan Zhan started to speak and then gave a decisive shake of his head.

"Let me show you."

"Alright. Don't stop."

"I won't."

- o -

Lan Zhan was as good as his word. Not rushing or in a hurry, but moving with purpose. He pushed the same pillow under Wei Ying's hips again, coated his fingers in the fragrant almond scented oil, and with a final look, reached between Wei Ying's spread thighs.

The first finger went in easily enough, not stopping until it could go no further.

Lan Zhan paused with a question in his eyes and Wei Ying nodded, exhaling as the finger exited almost completely before going in again. Lan Zhan, still watching him like a hawk, repeated the movement half a dozen times. Then a second finger was introduced and Wei Ying stiffened, muscles clenching at the sudden stretch. Lan Zhan stopped at once.

Taking a careful breath, Wei Ying willed his body to relax.

"I'm fine," he said quickly. "You can continue."

"We have time," Lan Zhan replied, his two fingers partially buried and perfectly still.

"I'm fine!"

Lan Zhan looked unimpressed, but his fingers twitched. Wei Ying pushed his hips forward, driving those fingers a little deeper inside him. It didn't hurt anymore. Not really.

Lan Zhan seemed to realise this for he started pushing his fingers in and out in a slow but purposeful rhythm, twisting his wrist a little each time. The hard calluses on his fingertips, earned from decades of playing the guzhin, rubbed against Wei Ying's sensitive insides, making him squirm and pant. Then he froze, a jolt of bliss shooting through his spine and down his legs.

"Ahh!"

"There?" Lan Zhan's eyes gleamed with newfound knowledge. He rubbed that spot again.

"Ahh! Lan Zhan, what did you do? Oh, Lan Zhan, that's... ow!"

Those fingers had scissored, stretching him, but now they stilled. Wei Ying immediately bit down on his sore lower lip again to keep silent, breathing fast.

"Wei Ying. You can tell me to stop... or at least pause."

"No, I'm fine."

The burn was lessening. Lan Zhan moved again, fingers rubbing up against the spot he had found earlier, alternating with that scissoring motion, causing Wei Ying to writhe in both pleasure and discomfort... until a bigger stretch made him freeze altogether, muscles tensing up.

Lan Zhan had added another finger, but he stopped at once. He was breathing just as fast. There was a sheen to his smooth forehead, devoid of its ribbon, and a damp circle on a lower, tented part of his nightwear.

"I want to see you," Wei Ying said. "Lan Er-Gege, let me see you."

His hips jerked a bit as Lan Zan removed his fingers and whipped off his nightwear, revealing pale skin that glowed like moonlight, longs strands of hair sticking to his neck and chest. His erection jutted outward, long and proud.

"My HanGuang Jun, you're so beautiful, so perfect." Wei Ying couldn't help babbling a little, even almost naked with his thighs propped on a pillow and spread wide. His breath hitched when those slicked fingers entered him again, slowly thrusting in and out.

"You can go faster. I told you, I'm not made of glass."

Lan Zhan's eyes glowed bright.

"Not glass," he agreed, "but you are precious to me. I won't forget that."

Wei Ying swallowed.

"So we will go slow."

"A little faster would be good."

"No. We will go slow."

"Lan Zhan, now you're teasing me! Faster, please!"

"No."

"Lan Er-Gege, you're going to kill me before you even enter me!"

"Mn."

"A little faster? Please?"

"Patience, Wei Ying."

Lunging forward, Wei Ying grabbed a fistful of silky hair and tugged. They ended up with their faces just inches apart, pupils blown wide, warm breath mingling, and three fingers still deeply buried in an intimate place.

"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan's voice shook. "I never want to cause you anymore pain."

Wei Ying swallowed and blinked.

"I know," he whispered. "I know, Lan Zhan. And I'm ready, I promise."

A shudder ran through Lan Zhan and he nodded. Shifting backwards, he withdrew his fingers and picked up the bottle of oil.

- o -

Their joining this time was markedly different from their first one. Lan Zhan, still bigger than the combined width of his three fingers, moved slowly and with care. Too slowly for Wei Ying who soon started begging him to go faster.

Lan Zhan tuned out those pleas and pushed forward bit by bit, bracing himself on straightened arms as he stared down at that beloved face, flushed with love and desire. He felt the ring of muscle stretch and give, accommodating his girth, felt Wei Ying's body accept him, felt the slick, moist heat surround him.

He had to exert every bit of control he possessed to go slow, and couldn't help admonishing himself again and again for rushing their first time, for not appreciating what was supposed to have been a magical experience of being as physically and spiritually connected to Wei Ying as possible.

Wei Ying, clutching at his arms, eyes wide and filled with wonder, didn't stop chanting his name in a non stop litany of love and hitching gasps, even when tears gathered in his eyes.

"Lan Zhan... Lan Er-Gege... ahh!"

Until at last, Lan Zhan was buried so deep inside him, he could go no further. His chest was heaving with the effort of holding back, his racing heart feeling like it would burst from his chest. Blood thrummed through his veins, muscles clenched, and every part of his body demanding that he started moving.

No. Not yet.

"Wei Ying, I love you. Only you."

"Lan Zhan, I love you." Wei Ying's breath was hitching. "You're so big... so hard... so mphf!"

Lan Zhan bent down to kiss him. Mostly because he wanted to, but also to shut him up. Then he raised himself on straightened arms and pulled out a bit. They both shuddered. He thrust home.

"Lan Zhan!"

Lan Zhan did it again. And again. And again, angling his hips in a way that would bring Wei Ying the most pleasure. Already he could feel his body approaching the end, unable to endure for much longer after seeing Wei Ying come undone earlier. Leaning on one arm, he groped for the hard length between them and started fisting it.

"Lan Zhan!"

He fisted Wei Ying faster, entranced by the stark pleasure painting his face, eyes closed and mouth chanting his name without pause. Then Wei Ying's eyes opened wide and his hands tightened on Lan Zhan's arms.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, La-aaaahhh!"

That sheer volume of that shriek would have made Lan Zhan blush all the way down to his toes if he weren't distracted by the rhythmic clenching around his aching flesh. Warmth spread between them.

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan breathed and sped up. Half a dozen more thrusts later and he spilled himself deep inside Wei Ying with a long groan, hips thrusting a few more times before he slumped down, head beside Wei Ying's and breathing half muffled against the pillow.

Unlike two nights ago, when Wei Ying was too exhausted to even move, two arms and legs wrapped tightly around Lan Zhan, a breathless chuckle sounding beside his ear. Body still lax and trembling, Lan Zhan lay still. He wanted to look into those loving eyes, but he didn't want to move, didn't want Wei Ying to think his embrace wasn't cherished.

"Are you alright?" He asked after a while.

Wei Ying's chest heaved against Lan Zhan's as he huffed out that same soft laugh, causing an answering ripple from deep within Lan Zhan's soul.

"Yes! Yes, more so than... ah... I mean yes."

Lan Zhan raised his head, grimacing at the feel of their sticky bodies separating. Wei Ying was smiling up at him, eyes sated and lips rosy.

"I am glad," Lan Zhan said, feeling his lips tilt in an answering smile. "We should wash."

"No! Stay like this first. Just a while."

Lan Zhan just sighed, disentangling himself from those clingy limbs and ignoring that predictable pout. He stood up, reached for his robe and shrugged into it before going to get a clean washcloth. Stopping by the low table, he dampened the cloth with hot water from the teakettle.

Wei Ying sat up as Lan Zhan sat on the bed and cleaned them up, starting with Wei Ying's face and neck and then his own face and neck. Then he cleaned off the mess on Wei Ying's chest and stomach, followed by his own. The final step was their spent flesh and between Wei Ying's legs where his emission was starting to seep out.

"I can do that myself." It was said with a blush, yet voiced so half-heartedly that Lan Zhan couldn't help another tiny smile.

"Next time," he said gravely and put the cloth aside. A hand closed around his.

"Do we have to get up right now?" Wei Ying said with a yawn that was only half contrived.

"Yes."

"But it's so early!"

"It's morning. You can continue sleeping if you like. I will see you at noon."

"But what will I do in the meantime?" Sitting up, Wei Ying shrugged off his inner wear, earning a searing glance from Lan Zhan who resolutely turned away, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

"I will have breakfast sent to you. You can visit the rabbits... or see the disciples training in the field... or take a soak in the Cold Pool."

"Lie here with me first?" Wei Ying wheedled.

Lan Zhan hesitated before nodding.

"For a few minutes," he allowed, pleased when Wei Ying's eyes lit up and eager hands tugged at him to lie down. He pressed his lips to the sweat dampened hair and closed his eyes.

Of course, the next time he opened them thanks to the urgent knocking on the door, bright strips of sunlight were shining through the blinds. Leaping out of bed, Lan Zhan almost tripped on the blankets. He took a moment to assure a worried SiZhui that he would meet Master Lan in a few minutes before getting dressed at top speed, ignoring the peals of delighted and totally unrepentant laughter coming from the bed.

Just before he left, Lan Zhan couldn't help but look in that direction.

Wei Ying was lying there and watching him with his head propped on one hand.

Wei Ying, who didn't look like he was in pain at all, but had the smile of a much loved and cherished person.

Wei Ying, who winked at him and blew him a kiss.

"Hurry back, Lan Er-Gege."

"I will," Lan Zhan promised.

- Story End -

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you found it worth the wait.

I'm assuming that since Wei Ying never experimented with intimacy despite being more familiar with pornographic material, he wouldn't know much about preparation and foreplay. Lan Zhan, on the other hand, being far more vested in making things right, also read up on the male anatomy and put two and two together, resulting in a more satisfying conclusion for both.

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