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"I know!" Wei Wuxian chirps, grinning at him over his shoulder as he tugs him along. His steps slow as they exit the castle grounds - he's healed now, but he still grows fatigued more easily than he'd like, and he must pace himself.

Turning them onto the now familiar path towards the rice patty and the beginnings of their home, Wei Wuxian glances at Lan Wangji again. "What did you study today?"

"Want to help teach," he says, moving his hand to thread his fingers with Wei Ying's. He is glad they are slowing, still concerned about Wei Ying's injury and hoping it is not too cold for him.

"Would have done at home if not for isolation. Learning what lessons are taught and deciding if I would be adequate."

Wei Wuxian scoffs. "Of course you are adequate. Hanguang-Jun is the smartest person I know." It doesn't matter the subject, Lan Wangji will excel at both mastering and teaching it.

"I think I would like to teach also," he muses. "But not adults. The very little ones who were born in Asgard."

"Not the same as being good at teaching," he counters even as he squeezes Wei Ying's hand in thanks for the compliment. In truth he has concerns he would be too cold for the students of this place but Wei Ying is an entirely different matter.

"Think Wei Ying would be very good," he says with a soft smile. Just the thought of Wei Ying instructing small children seems correct. He was natural with A-Yuan in a way Lan Zhan knows he could never be. "Like that idea very much."

Again Lan Zhan's words warm him better than a golden core ever could, and as their burgeoning home comes into view, Wei Wuxian has to resist the urge to rush forward. There are four walls and most of a ceiling, space for the moving panels to go when they are built, and a floor. In addition, Wei Wuxian has prepared a small fire to warm them, as well as settled their wrapped food by the coals to keep it warm. The sun is setting soon, but there are many candles to light, and the moon is bright.

They pass Little Apple, the true hero of the evening for helping Wei Wuxian to get everything here, and at last cross the threshold of their future home.

A last addition, one that Wei Wuxian finds perfectly adequate, though he worries for Lan Zhan's comfort, is a large bed made of straw and hay and covered in soft, draping sheets of cloth and blankets. There are also two pillows on the floor, which he has worked hard to squish down enough to sit on.

Wei Wuxian turns. "Ey?"

This, this is not what Lan Zhan was expecting. He has been eagerly following the progress of their home every since he felt allowed to truly think of it as theirs but he'd not allowed himself to get too invested, yet. It was still only a structure and the thought of it becoming a home still seems a little too perfect to be allowed.

But this is not a structure. Wei Ying has made it a home. His mouth drops open, a shocked look rarely seen on the face of Hanguang-Jun lingering as he takes it in. They can stay here, tonight. Wei Ying clearly means for them to stay together the entire night. They can spend the night in their home the way they mean to live as long as the Gods allow.

"Wei Ying," he breathes, eyes burning as he turns to him in wonder. He did all of this still injured. He did all of this for Lan Zhan. "Wei Ying."

Lan Zhan looks even more astonished than Wei Wuxian had imagined, his eyes overbright. The mirth in Wei Wuxian's smile falls away, leaving softness in its place. He pulls Lan Zhan close to him and kisses his cheek.

"Happy birthday, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, pressing another tender kiss to his skin before tugging him towards the cushions. "You see? Not all celebrations are bad."

Lan Zhan can feel a little rising panic over the thought that Wei Ying did all of this for a day that has never meant anything and he'd not even acknowledged Wei Ying's but he tries to put that aside. He will not have his own inadequacies ruining Wei Ying's perfect gift.

He tries to find words to express what this means, what Wei Ying has presented to him but he finds himself unable to form them. He can only grab at Wei Ying and pull him down to the cushions, hugging him tight, tighter than he has dared, lately.

"Home."

Lan Zhan squeezes him hard enough to make his bones creak, but Wei Wuxian only gives a soft laugh, turning his cheek against Lan Zhan's shoulder. "Home," he agrees, chest suddenly tight with it. Of course he can't expect Lan Zhan to sleep on straw every night, but at least this one can be theirs, and the promise of many more to come.

"I'm sorry it took so long," he says. "If it hadn't been for the shadow demons, we might have had this weeks ago."

"Do not apologize," Lan Zhan orders, pulling back enough to give Wei Ying a proper kiss. "It's perfect. Wei Ying is perfect."

He lets himself look around again at the walls, the fire, the makeshift bed. It is all thoughtful and warm and everything that Wei Ying is. It's too perfect, too much and he leans back in for a deeper kiss, wanting very badly to press Wei Ying down into the cushions regardless of it being time for dinner.

If Lan Wangji is hoping to find a sense of propriety or decorum in Wei Wuxian to stop this, he is sorely mistaken, for he opens his mouth to let Lan Zhan kiss him more deeply, one hand fisted in his white robes to hold him close. They have both had to be so careful with the other since the last battle - Wei Wuxian thinks neither of them can be blamed if their skin itches for the touch of the other's hand.

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He wraps an arm around Wei Ying's back to cushion him as he presses them both down, lying on top of Wei Ying as he's longed to do for weeks.

"Sorry," he manages before kissing him again, free hand grasping at Wei Ying's hip through the layers of cloth. To finally have Wei Ying after years of dreaming only to have him nearly die in front of him again is too much. He needs skin, he needs to wrap himself in Wei Ying.

Wei Wuxian laughs against his mouth, winding both arms around Lan Zhan's neck to keep him just where he is. He lifts a knee to bracket Lan Zhan's own hips, sighing happily into the next kiss. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "It feels so good to kiss you." Another kiss, and in the next pause between them that he should use to breathe, he says, "I missed it so much."

"Should eat dinner, it is proper time," he murmurs against Wei Ying's mouth, unable to make himself pull away. A lifetime of dedication to self control completely undone for kisses is a trade Lan Zhan is more than willing to make but allowing it is more difficult.

He shifts, hips hitching against his will as he bites along Wei Ying's jaw. "But I want Wei Ying's skin. Need to touch you. Then eat?" he asks, needing some sort of permission he does not fully understand.

"Touch me, then eat," Wei Wuxian agrees, gasping for the path of Lan Zhan's sharp, white teeth. He never knew that biting could feel so good, but it is very much like Lan Zhan, a man of so many hidden wonders, to show him.

"It is Lan Zhan's 'birthday,'" he reasons, should Lan Zhan need further excuse. He looks up at him through his lashes. "He can have anything he wants tonight."

"Not my birthday," he pants, closing his eyes for a moment to try and get hold of himself. That offer, anything, is dangerously tempting and his mind races through his list. How can he possibly choose with Wei Ying underneath him?

He reaches up to untie Wei Ying's hair and then his own before pressing back down, letting his hips roll as his teeth graze down Wei Ying's neck. "Found a book about things men can do. How to do them."

"You did?" Wei Wuxian asks in surprise. He hadn't thought it would be as simple as looking in a book. Is this what Lan Zhan studies for such long hours in the library? "What sorts of thing?" he asks, holding on to Lan Zhan's hips to make his hips roll more firmly through their layers of robes.

"Mm," he mutters, fingers deftly untying Wei Ying's outer robe and greedily pushing underneath to start working on finding skin.

He can feel his face warming at the idea of speaking such things and cannot quite do it. "Can show," he tries instead, breath stuttering as Wei Ying moves underneath him. He's purchased a small vile of oil, necessary to many of the things he'd read but he can't say it, can only think of it inside his pouch still hooked around his waist. He'd thought of putting it in his room but carrying it seemed to offer more opportunity for such things.

Wei Wuxian's hands finally get with the program, helping to part his own robes and reaching to undo Lan Zhan's own. He's always liked that they dress differently than the others here, Lan Zhan looks particularly good in thick, flowing robes, but now they are his enemy. "So many robes," he mutters, yanking the inner one open and quickly leaning up to feel the bare skin of their chests rub together.

"Show me then," he says, rubbing his cheek against Lan Zhan's shoulder like a cat. "I've liked everything you shown me so far."

Lan Zhan takes a sharp breath at the touch of warm skin and impatiently but efficiently shrugs off his robes before leaning down to kiss Wei Ying's brand.

"Bruises from before are all gone," he complains as he bites down below the brand, needing to reclaim what is now his. He can feel Wei Ying hard against him, heart racing at the thought that it is for him and he grinds against him. "Have new places I want to leave them. Will show you."

Wei Wuxian hisses, enjoying the now familiar rush as pain wars with pleasure, the both of them blooming beneath Lan Zhan's teeth. "Lan Zhan is so cruel," he teases, lifting one limber leg high enough to stick his toe in the hem of Lan Zhan's inner pants and tug them down his hips.

"Wei Ying is more meal than man to his eyes."

Lan Zhan does not disagree and lets Wei Ying pull his pants down to his knees before grabbing his leg and pushing it up, taking advantage of Wei Ying's flexibility to bite at the back of his still clothed thigh.

"Wei Ying is free to try and stop Lan Zhan," he murmurs as he keeps hold of the back of Wei Ying's knee and kisses his way along the inside of his leg. "But Lan Zhan has many marks to make."

Wei Wuxian yelps for the sudden, forceful position change, laughing afterward, because of course Lan Zhan will not behave as expected. "Then Lan Zhan should take the rest of my clothes off," he advises, breaths coming faster as Lan Zhan's mouth presses closer and closer to his groin.

"Else I will have to explain to the tailor so many teeth made holes in my robes."

"No one would believe you," Lan Zhan points out before letting go of Wei Ying's leg to yank down his trousers. Lan Zhan cannot ignore a suggestion to unclothe Wei Ying, not after being deprived of the sight.

He immediately kisses along the dark trail of hair leading down from Wei Ying's belly, so entirely different from his own. He pulls out a small vial of oil from his pouch, setting it to the side before licking a stripe up Wei Ying's cock.

Lan Zhan wastes no time, and Wei Wuxian clutches at his head as he kisses his way down his stomach, so much long, silken hair trailing over his skin. "Lan Zhan," he whines, back arching for the sudden hot lick along his cock. Lan Zhan moves so quickly that he can scarcely keep up, but he sees his hand reach for something in his pouch.

"Lan Zhan, what is it?"