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It doesn't seem quite fair that the difference between Lan Wangji's usual wake time and sunrise when the curfew lifts are nearly two hours apart. Wei Wuxian, of course, wouldn't normally be awake right now to begrudge the gods their curfew, but after being largely sequestered to bedrest (Lan Wangji's, as often as possible), he's had a lot of time to draw, and last night he'd drawn something magnificent.

Wei Wuxian shuffles through his dark room, pulling his clothes on carefully so as not to aggravate his wounds, already halfway to Odinhaus the moment sunlight first pierces the darkness. Grinning, Wei Wuxian quickens his steps, looking down at the sheath of papers in his hand. When he looks up -

"Oh! Lan Zhan!"

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It takes Lan Zhan a beat longer to answer this time, and Wei Wuxian grins. "Is Lan Zhan embarrassed to draw attention? I will make your life more difficult, then, by telling you that you draw every eye in the room."

He tilts his head back. "I know you are. When I returned, you never let me stand alone again. Once, I even pushed you!" Wei Wuxian exclaims. "But you came right back."

"Not exactly embarrassed," he murmurs, scooting up the bed so he is sitting right at the top of the bed to better reach the sides and back of Wei Ying's head. "Do not enjoy attention. Also, I think Wei Ying is not entirely accurate. Wei Ying draws attention. Wei Ying is powerful and uncommonly beautiful. Lan Wangji is quiet so stories are spun to fill that void," he decides.

He is very pleased that this version of him has learned from past mistakes. His biggest regret is not being by Wei Ying's side when he needed him most. It's not a mistake he will ever make again.

Wei Ying is also very loud, but he's enjoying the praise and doesn't voice his suspicions. It's enough that Lan Zhan thinks so. "Lan Zhan will make me blush," he teases.

"I suppose that's partly true," he says. "I imagined all sorts of things about you when we first met. Your mystery is very intriguing. Another reason you could send maidens into a frenzy."

"Ridiculous," he huffs, finally giving up any pretense of decorum and scooting fully into bed with Wei Ying yet again, gently moving him to rest back against Lan Zhan's chest. His fingers keep moving the comb through Wei Ying's hair, working out tangles he suspects are there from the last time Lan Zhan combed it for him.

"Wei Ying offered to show me maidens in Yungmeng, once. It infuriated me."

"They are famous beauties!" Wei Wuxian laughs in his defense, immediately falling back into Lan Zhan and his incredible warmth. "I also offered you loquats and Emperor's Smile and a drawing and my companionship. Lan Zhan was very stubborn. Really," he says, feeling bold - and a little bratty - "It's not my fault that I had to enchant you to try a single cup."

"It was often the manner of the offering more than the offer itself," he says, voice mild and dubious as he kisses the top of Wei Ying's head.

He ought to put his hair back up for him but there is something scandalous about having it spill all over Lan Zhan's pristine, white robes so he leaves it as is. The comb is set down and replaced with idle fingers as he leans them both back to lie down. "Embarrassed Lan Zhan. Had never been so angry," he murmurs, remembering being even more livid at the embarrassment of having been enchanted and apparently having less than no tolerance.

"I truly did think you might stab me," Wei Wuxian admits. He doesn't normally outright flee, but he had that day. He curls in against Lan Zhan's side. "I was sorry for making you drink, though. And not only because you are such a terror after even one little cup."

"Do not remember details," he admits, happily gathering Wei Ying up as close as they can currently manage. He tucks his chin on Wei Ying's head, remembering the only other time he was drunk and managed to disfigure himself. He hopes the first night in no way resembled the second.

"At least Wei Ying was sorry. Took me longer to regret my behavior."

"This would require you admitting you liked me," Wei Wuxian agrees. "The very last sort of person a Lan should ever care for. I will admit, there are times when I feel I am a bad influence on you."

He looks up at Lan Zhan. "Or perhaps it is the other way around. I had never vandalized a column with my name before you!"

It takes Lan Zhan a moment to realize it is not this version of Lan Wangji is being accused of this crime. Unless Wei Ying means he did this in Cloud Recesses? Either way it is ridiculous.

"Did not," he counters, frowning as he tries to imagine such a thing. That is the behavior of a delinquent, a child. "Why would I do that?"

Wei Wuxian snorts. "You swallowed a cup of wine before I could stop you. You stayed out past curfew, you stole chickens, and you carved your name in a farmer's veranda." He shakes his head. "My comeuppance, I think, for everything I put you through through the years."

That all sounds completely ridiculous but Wei Ying would not lie to him about such a thing. Which only means that Lan Zhan is a monster when inebriated, a monster with no sense at all.

"Must never drink without Wei Ying," he intones, nodding to himself. "Or at all."

It has apparently resulted in theft, vandalism and self branding and he is not even sure what else he does not know. It could have been anything. It could be all manner of lewd and terrible things.

Wei Wuxian lifts his head and sees the uncertainty on Lan Zhan's face. "We gave the chickens back," he assures him, "And that is the only incident of wine you do not know about. There was only a little nudity," he can't help adding, looking at Lan Zhan smooth-faced.

Lan Zhan's eyes widen with concern, trying to imagine how on earth nudity found it's way between theft and vandalism. Surely Wei Ying would stop him from going too far.

"Do not understand why I would do that," he murmurs, unable to imagine and state of mind where he would willingly undress in front of others.

Oh no.

"Did I undress in front of Wei Ying?"

Wei Wuxian nods solemnly. "It was very shocking," he says. "Do you know what I saw?" Lifting his hand, Wei Wuxian touches Lan Zhan's throat, then reaches just past the edge of his robes to a bit a skin well above his collarbone.

"I'm sure I swooned."

"Ridiculous," he huffs, smacking at Wei Ying's fingers as he settles back, pleased nothing untoward actually occurred. The idea that he might abandon his principles altogether while drunk was more than a little unsettling.

"Wei Ying was shocked when Lan Zhan said he'd kissed him. Would not have swooned. Would have fainted."

Wei Wuxian laughs in delight for the rebuttal. "Fainting sounds so much less dignified than swooning," he says, "But I probably would have. I did not know what Lan Zhan looks like under his robes, after all." He puts his fingers back beneath Lan Zhan's collar to explore the smooth strip of skin. "Huaisang would eat his fan."

"Wei Ying," he mutters, fighting the urge to wriggle as it's entirely undignified but affected by just that touch nonetheless.

This is precisely why even thoughts on such matters are not allowed in the Cloud Recesses. They are entirely pervasive and can topple even the most impressive self control.

"Any underneath is Wei Ying's. Once he is healed."

Wei Wuxian pouts, for once in earnest. How is he meant to share close space with such a man and not be allowed to touch? But Lan Zhan has only specified that underneath is off limits...

"Lan Zhan's mouth is well above his robes," he observes.

"For small kisses," he relents, eyeing Wei Ying with well earned dubiousness. "Lan Zhan cannot control himself around Wei Ying, anymore. Will want more and cannot risk hurting Wei Ying."

He takes a deep breath in, tracing a finger over Wei Ying's full bottom lip. It is truly startling how quickly his body is trying to acclimate him to taking pleasure where it is offered.

"Lan Zhan would put his mouth to use, if he could."

His eyes seem stuck on Wei Wuxian's mouth, and he doesn't dare smile, speaking against the jut of Lan Zhan's thumb to rub his lips against his skin. "Small kisses, then," he agrees, certain he can eke out a few larger ones if he can distract Lan Zhan long enough.

He lifts his chin, trying to catch more of Lan Zhan's fingertips to kiss.

He takes a sharp breath, fingers curling against Wei Ying's mouth. It is exquisite, the way nerves he'd never known to be so sensitive sing at Wei Ying's touch.

He can only stand it for a few moments before he leans down to catch Wei Ying's mouth with his. He's still too cool but his mouth is soft and warm and Lan Zhan can feel himself trembling to hold back.

Wei Wuxian makes a soft sound of triumph that soon melts to pleasure as Lan Zhan's mouth lingers. His breath touches Wei Wuxian's lips, and he can feel the tremors in him as the air leaves his lungs. Lifting a hand, he curls it along Lan Zhan's cheek, keeping him steady.

"Thank you," he murmurs, pulling back a single inch. "I feel better when you kiss me."

Lan Zhan manages a nod, mind too addled to do much more as he tries to keep hold of himself. His eyes remain closed as he pushes lightly into Wei Ying's hand, letting that touch ground him as he leans in for another. He doesn't allow any weight to rest on Wei Ying, too afraid to hurt him, but he lets his mouth open a little to deepen the kiss.

One hand manages to reach up to his own head, removing the simple silver hair piece and then undoing the ribbon, letting his hair spill down over them. If he cannot have Wei Ying the way he years for, he wants all possible intimacy they are allowed.

It does not seem to matter how many times he sees it, Wei Wuxian still gasps each time Lan Zhan's hair comes tumbling free of its knot and headband, spilling over his shoulders like ink. It touches Wei Wuxian's cheek, and he leans into it like a cat, forcing the silken strands to glide over his skin as he meets Lan Zhan's mouth with his own. Lan Zhan's lips are parted, and Wei Wuxian seizes on opportunity, sweeping his tongue past Lan Zhan's teeth to drag against his own.

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