"... And, please agree I just devised the greatest idea ever. This will be the greatest Christmas gift for my brother. What do you say Mingjue?"

Lan Xichen is absolutely not drunk and absolutely not holding an entire bottle of alcohol that was sinfully glaring at its holder. No. He is not drunk. Lans never drink right?

"You are right! Wangji deserves the world. Indeed that will be the best gift for your brother. Cheers!" Mingjue exclaimed loudly and Lan Xichen squinted his eyes with a merry smile.

"Are you sure I am not drunk? My uncle would very much get a cardiac attack if he saw me with this alcohol bottle." Lan Xichen slurred hazily.

For a person like him who had never even touched a scintilla of any intoxicant, the entire process of unconsciously sipping alcohol and getting his mind inebriated seems like a hazy dream.

Lan Xichen, " Um...Let's forget about our uncle and implement the important task we have in our hands. I can't wait!"

"Me neither!"
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The consequence of an idea borne out of two inebriated minds was a bit...cumbersome.

A flabbergasted Wei Wuxian could just stare at two merry and busy figures with wild eyes and a raised corner of his lips- clearly baffled at the unceremonious predicament.

"May I know what the fuck you two are upto?" He asked mechanically, sounding way too puzzled to squeal and scream and be loud like the clamorous person he is. Losing the ability to speak after witnessing two drunk, very role model men putting him into a...bothersome predicament, he just let the drunkards' actions take an unhindered course.

The situation is way too amusing for his own good.

"Xichen-ge, Ming-ge, may I know why you are wrapping me in wedding robes? I am not a burrito you know. And definitely not a burrito who is getting married."

The two men laughed, and to his surprise, Lan Xichen giggled, seemingly way too satisfied with himself. Like a little child who just managed to lull his parents into buying him sweet candies. A very cute scene. But very... bothersome.

"A red and alive gift! Wangji is going to love it." Lan Xichen chirped to himself and a chunk of churlish blood flew towards Wei Wuxian's heart, making it throb with a tremor.

"W-what?" Wei Wuxian stuttered. Stupefied. "Are you planning on getting me beaten Xichen-ge?" He panicked, trying to process whatever the adult was mystically up to.

After a minute, realisation began to dawn on him. His fair skin was glowing from the stark contrast between his skin and the blood red cloth that was being wrapped unceremoniously against his skin.

It was... a wedding robe! More like, a replica of a wedding robe made of gaudy, cheap material. The design was exquisite, though a rough copy of the original design that was the current hype of the year.

And it went like this : he was peacefully having his drinks at the bar, whining over the contrast between the jovial red and green and golden atmosphere and his... well, a morose portion of his heart that was mourning his fruitless, devastating crush on his classmate, and the fact that his devastating feelings were not getting requited, at least not in this lifetime.

As he shoved some almond chocolates into his mouth, a very, very strong arm lifted him up and he was thrown on a sturdy, broad shoulder. Before he could scream, a very familiar face of Lan Xichen appeared with a grin and a big chocolate ball was shoved into his mouth, muffling his voice.

Way too baffled to speak, he opened his mouth only when half of his body was hastily wrapped in pieces of ornated red clothes. He found it amusing, and also bemusing to think that a sophisticated Lan Xichen could almost smother him with a wedding robe, and that also by unceremoniously throwing the cloth over his jeans and t-shirt.

His heart drummed furiously and a certain heat pooled in his stomach. Wedding robe. Gift for Wangji...

Several butterflies decided to flutter inside his stomach and make his soul twitch. It's too much.

"Hey hey hey... Where are you taking me?!" He screamed for his life, as his lithe body was dragged away by two big and muscular men. One of them being a professional body builder.

"Xichen-ge!"

Lan Xichen stooped in his tracks and stared at Wei Wuxian with sparkling, hazy eyes. "What!" He slurred and brushed away specks of invisible powder from Wei Wuxian's face.

"Where are you taking me? Tell me Or else I will... I will... I will call your brother and make you drink hot chilly soup!" Wei Wuxian threatened and the man before him shivered at the description of the soup. Feeling smug, he made an attempt to retrieve his hand but the Lan squeezed his hand and clutched on his hand hard. Ah fuck the Lans' arm strength.

"I... I will bear that. For my brother." Lan Xichen said proudly, even though his voice sounded childishly timid. Beside him, Nie Mingjue gave an assuring pat on his friend's shoulder and Wei Wuxian felt a strong urge to laugh, and it was making him seek.

Oh. Yes. He needs to laugh. Or he might die soon.

"Um... At least tell me where you are taking me." He asked the drunk men gingerly, knowing well that he has to succumb to the man's wishes. They are already out of the bar and were scuttling towards somewhere unknown.

The scene was comical. A very gleefully drunk Lan Xichen dragged an almost dangling Wei Wuxian unceremoniously cladded in replica of scarlet wedding robes, and a silent, yet hasty Nie Mingjue was doing nothing but running along with them. Naturally, many mocking and shocked eyes were drawn towards them.

"Home!" Lan Xichen squealed and Wei Wuxian froze. Home? Whose home? The Lans' resident is the closest to the bar and 'home' for Lan Xichen no doubt would mean Cloud Recess- the abode of the Lans. The mere thought of appearing at that troublesome house in such a condition made him shiver.

Fuck. They had already arrived at the place. Wei Wuxian regretted his decision of choosing the bar for the sole reason of it being Lan Wangji's one of the few liked bars.

He wanted to protest and flee away, but Lan Xichen was quick to enter the mansion and close the gate which only his ID card could open. A wave of nervousness tremored in his heart as Lan Xichen dragged him into the house.

"Wangji! I brought your present!!" Lan Xichen squealed on top of his lungs and the spacious drawing room roared with his mirthy voice, like a stone splashing a still surface water.

Lan Wangji, who was decorating a Christmas tree, was startled calmly by the clamor, like a mildly fluttering lotus over the water surface.

"Brother." Lan Wangji acknowledged his brother's presence and his calm golden eyes drifted between his brother and a very flushed Wei Wuxian. "What is...going on?"

Wei Wuxian swears he is going to faint. Right before him, his classmate- well, his crush was standing with all his glory, beauty seeping out from every angle of the man's well carved body. The younger Lan was not wearing a grey or a white shirt like usual, but a silk red shirt that was accentuating his muscles and curves perfectly. His pale skin was extravagantly harmonious against the bright hue.

"Your gift Wangji! Wei Wuxian in wedding robes. Just for you!!" Lan Xichen wailed and Lan Wangji visibly flinched, his eyes on the verge of getting lost in the sea of confusion. He, with measured movements, focused at Wei Wuxian completely, and his aura went still, stupored, processing Gods know what by dead staring at Wei Wuxian without even blinking.

A chunk of air was punched out from Wei Wuxian's lungs and his stomach and heart were twitching and fluttering. Oh I am going to die. He thought. That gaze of Lan Wangji was surely going to kill him. He felt hot; the temperature of his soul and heart was almost touching the melting point, making him feel like burning. Burning from a sudden hotness. He felt extremely self-conscious, and mourned over the fact that be must be looking like a joker with all those red robes over a pair of Jeans and t-shirt.

The December summer of Australia was making the heat in his stomach worse.

"Wangji! Do you like your gift?" Lan Xichen asked with all kinds of unleashed excitement and looked at his brother expectantly.

"I do." Lan Wangji murmured, not even wavering his gaze away from Wei Wuxian at once. Lan Xichen laughed with joy and nodded to himself proudly. "I knew you would like it." He exclaimed merrily.

"Hey! You... You two brothers! What are y... Hey hey..." Before Wei Wuxian could stutter more, he once again was dragged away by Lan Xichen and this time, another hand was placed on his wrist.

And, it was Lan Wangji's! Lan Xichen grabbed the two's hand together and took them to Lan Wangji's room. Throwing the two inside the quiet room, he closed the door from outside and scuttled down the stairs, screaming loudly to his brother - "WANGJI... DON'T MESS UP. AND ENJOY!"

Wei Wuxian could only stare at the closed door wishfully, praying to an unknown force to open the unholy door and rescue him from the hot and sweltering air that he was sharing with Lan Wangji. The atmosphere felt uncertain and dangerous. Lan Wangji was staring at him intently.

"Wei Ying..."

Lan Wangji's deep, cautious and gentle voice put Wei Wuxian to ease and nervousness at the same time. He couldn't understand what he should do. He didn't meet with Lan Wangji for almost a month on account of holidays and study leaves. He was inwardly craving to get at least a glimpse of the man and quench his heart that was missing the man badly. But now that the very person, his crush, no...his...love was standing before him, in very person, he felt at lost.

His heart was beating wildly and he couldn't meet his gaze with Lan Wangji's. Only after breathing at a slow and savouring pace could he finally calm down his heart and manage to school his expression.

"Umm...hi Lan Zhan! Merry Christmas. How have you been?" He said carefully. But the natural feeling of peace and assurance that seeps into him whenever he is near Lan Wangji returned into him in no time, and he smiled genuinely, his eyes bright and glimmering with mirth.

"Merry Christmas Wei Ying. I have been well. You..." Wei Wuxian interrupted him with a loud laugh. "Lan Zhan Lan Zhan haha. I never imagined your brother could be such a menace while drunk! Hahaa I still can't believe he did this. Look at me now, I look like a clown."

Lan Wangji was silent for a moment and the corner of his lips curled up minusculely. Seeing the almost imperceptible smile, Wei Wuxian's heart jumped with excitement.

"Wei Ying looks good in wedding robes." Lan Wangji complimented very politely, not even attaching any friendly informality or casualties. Respectful and very impressing. Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a few beats and his eyes went sharp and glimmering.

"Ah thanks. But I wonder why on Earth Xichen-ge did this. Any idea?" He asked incredulously, staring at Lan Wangji with thoughtful eyes. His brain shambled when he noticed the flush on Lan Wangji's ears and the sculptored neck.

"I guess..." Lan Wangji spoke hesitantly and seemed to contemplate something in his secretive mind. Wei Wuxian raised both of his eyebrows, curious and fluttered at the same time. There are rare moments when Lan Wangji is this flustered and uncertain- looks more human rather than his usual ambience of a God or a monk.

"Well, I think it's just the perks of a noob getting drunk. Let's forget our superior Lan's miscreant behavior. It's Christmas, we should do something special!" He chirped. The word 'we' stirred something in his chest and wishful thoughts began to captivate his mind.

"What should we do? What do you want?" Lan Wangji asked almost peacefully if there were no traces of rippling nervousness in his deep and calm eyes.

"Confess!" Wei Wuxian spoke out loudly, with a very pretended cogency. He saw Lan Wangji's adam apple roll up and down slightly, shaking like soft flutters of a dangling fruit.

"What kind of confession?" Lan Wangji sounded vulnerable. There was a twitchiness adhered to his words. If he were like a normal person, Wei Wuxian is quite sure the man before him would have fidgeted with himself. He felt a little pity for the innocent, Jade-like classmate of his.

A playful thought crept over his mischievous brain. "How about a love confession?!" He shouted out with full exertion, as if he himself was convinced and also was in the quest of convincing Lan Wangji. The latter froze, and something flickered across his light eyes. Something precarious.

A precarity of self-confidence.

Wei Wuxian squirmed inwardly.

"Aww I was joking. Don't tell me you fell for it..." He trailed his last few words with a couple of seconds of prolongated syllables and his eyes were shining with amusement.

But then, something crept into his mind.

"Hey Lan Zhan, is there anybody you like? A special one?" He pretended to be casual, but deep down, he was sweltering. Heart beating with a mystical apprehension.

"Yes. There is someone." Lan Wangji said softly, longing and yearning glittering in his eyes and voice. Wei Wuxian's world fell on him crumbling and coldness replaced the heat that was melting him earlier.

"Oh I see. Good for you." He tried to hold back the shakiness in his voice that threatened to break his words with tear drops. "We should call someone." He said and reached the door.

Lan Wangji, "All the maids are on leave. Nobody is home. Uncle has gone to the market."

Wei Wuxian said "oh" rapidly and fumbled around to find his phone that was inside his Jean's pocket under the maze of wrinkled red cloth.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed and lifted before a pair of scrutinizing golden eyes. As if the hot gaze was going to pierce through his hand- so intense was its heat. Wei Wuxian trailed his eyes down Lan Wangji's line of vision and cold sweat emerged on his hot skin.

Lan Wangji was directly staring at the tattoo on his biceps and it consisted of the single alphabet- 'Z'

Z. As in Zhan. Lan Zhan.

His throat went dry and immediately a series of jumbled excuses began to messily build in his stirred mind. He had tried hard and even succeeded in concealing the tattoo till now. No one knows about it. He knew, everybody will create some stupid surmises and thus only Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Yanli knew about the sinful thing on his skin. Their reactions were really funny when they discovered it for the first time.

"Um..."

Lan Wangji's hold became tighter on his limb.

" Z stands for?" Lan Wangji asked calmly. Wei Wuxian trembled.

"Umm... Z... Z for Z! D-dragon ball Z. I love Dragon Ball Z. I love Goku!" He managed to stutter quickly and Lan Wangji's eyes became clearer, and focused solely on him.

"Why are you so nervous? Lying again?" The Lan sounded kind of cold and Wei Wuxian's ego was a little bruised.

"Hey! You can't accuse like that! Who taught you to be so outrageous?" He said in a disagreeing tone and pouted lightly. Lan Wangji was silent, but his movements were not. He looked up at Wei Wuxian dead into his eyes and entwined his fingers with his classmate.

Wei Wuxian was stunned. After a moment, he spoke tenderly- " I should go. Let me call Jiang Cheng. He is near the bar."

Lan Wangji took a deep breath. Eyes closed, he exhaled lightly. After a moment he spoke softly. "Wei Ying..."

Wei Wuxian was quick to respond. "Yes?"

Lan Wangji silently rolled his sleeve up and revealed a beautifully printed tattto, spelling a single letter - 'Y'.

Y. What could Y mean?

As something came into his remembrance like wave, Wei Wuxian's heart dropped on the floor, bleeding.

A mellow smile etched on his lips. "Oh so it's true. Young master Lan truly loves someone. Great for you. Wish you a good luck. Now please let's focus on rescuing ourselves out of here." He said mechanically, unable to hide the sheer disappointment in his voice. He ran towards the door but a figure quickly reached before him and guarded the door, as if he was preventing Wei Wuxian from escaping.

"Wei Ying...you..." Lan Wangji's eyes were unpleasantly furrowed, as if he could sense the sourness of Wei Wuxian's heart. "Don't you..." He didn't continue, but stared at Wei Wuxian with obfuscation. As if Wei Wuxian could automatically read whatever was going on in his mind.

"What? Just confess to Yinzu already, Lan Zhan. She will truly go berserk if you accept her feelings. Now move, let's call your brother."

Lan Wangji didn't move. His eyes looked terrified, and sheerly dejected. Also heavy, and exasperated.

Lan Wangji, "So you think Y stands for Yinzu? Wei Ying, S stands for stupid you know..."

Wei Wuxian frowned. "I know S stands for st...hey! Did you call me a stupid?" His face went sulky and twisted with stupored.

Lan Wangji's lips twitched and his face was dangling between a dejected paleness and paradoxically mirthy color.

" Y stands for Ying. And Z stands for Zhan." Lan Wangji said firmly and offered a soul-wrenching smile. With unmeasured, hurry and meaningful steps, he stood before Wei Wuxian and took the man in his arms.

Lan Wangji, " Sorry for making you wait, Wei Ying. I was overwhelmed. I...i couldn't gather the courage. If you let me, I will forever cherish you, make love with you, marry you, and live happily ever with you. I love you. I...love you Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian in his arms experienced a low key cardiac attack. Lan Wangji's body against him was feeling uncharacteristically hot, and those words that fell on his head weighed more than studs of pebbles. Few sparks directly electrocuted his heart and made it race like a wild beast.

The words that Lan Wangji's gentle, desperate voice spoke, seemed like words of the Oracle. He felt overwhelmed; battered, and liquidated, his body slumping in Lan Wangji's arms like a melted wax figurine.

Is he dreaming?

"Wei Ying? Are you angry with me?" Lan Wangji sounded distressed.

"I..." Wei Wuxian's tiny syllables were muffled on Lan Wangji's chest and a pair of hands held his face and made him look up.

There was a mysterious understanding in Lan Wangji's eyes.

It means...he knew! He knew about Wei Wuxian's feelings.

"Sorry for making you wait..."

Wei Wuxian swallowed deeply. Embarrassment took over him and a sudden itchiness crawled over his cheeks  and lips. Feeling Lan Wangji's face only a paper away from his, his heart jumped.

"Lan Zhan...you... Knew?" He sounded precarious.

Lan Wangji, " You...told me yourself. On your birthday. But you were drunk. So I thought... You are just joking. But I... I know... I saw it in your eyes. At first, I was in denial."

A pause.

".... Wei Ying, I... I liked you since we were fifteen. I thought those feelings would go away. But I was wrong. I could never gather the courage to confess. I thought you wouldn't like me. You look upon me only as a friend. I was afraid..."

Lan Wangji sounded so vulnerable and fidgety, yet the firmness and assurance, and the heavy promise that each word contained made Wei Wuxian go numb with felicity. Tears of joy began to gather in the corner of his eyes.

"Then...why now? And... So suddenly? Do I look extra good today? Or to make up for your brother's mischiefs?" He smiled jocundly and wrapped his lomg arms around Lan Wangji's neck. Cold aroma of sandalwood began to efuse on his skin.

Lan Wangji held his waist and pulled him closer.

"Because, I don't want to have regrets anymore. I came to know about my requitted feeling last year. Nie Huaisang mentioned about your tattoo by slip of tongue. I kept a close eye on you. The confession of your drunk self seemed to be real. I...it felt like a dream..."

Wei Wuxian could not hold back anymore and plastered his smile on Lan Wangji's lips. He was shocked at the complacency of their lips. The soft cushions entwined, and the hot and soft tongues inside were swirled with each other in a beautiful rhythm. A perfect combination of sweet and wet taste.

No wait.

He is not kisssing Lan Wangji yet! The man before him stopped his lips with his palm before he could breach those lips, and currently, a hand was pressed on his mouth.

He made a displeased noise and bit on Lan Wangji's palm.

Lan Wangji pushed him away by a few inches and held his chin with hazy, desirous eyes. Tilting Wei Wuxian's face upwards, he asked in a humid and sultry tone-

"May I?"

With a beautiful laugh, Wei Wuxian nodded, and then, it happened. The kiss was lingering and savoury, and was filled upto the brim with love and devotion.

"So... Do you like your Christmas present? Lan Zhan? A red and alive gift. Just for you..." Wei Wuxian asked, panting, his white skin was flushed with rosy blush and it was hot to touch on Lan Wangji's equally white and flushed one.

Lan Wangji lingered his eyes on Wei Wuxian's face darkly and murmured softly - " Very much..."

Wei Wuxian giggled and Lan Wangji hugged him tightly.

Lan Wangji, " Wei Ying, what do you want for Christmas?"

Wei Wuxian pondered for a moment and replied after much thoughts.

"I want a bracelet. Made by you." He said softly and rubbed his nose on Lan Wangji's chest. He knows, it will take atleast a week to prepare the bracelet. But as long as Lan Wangji's artistry is diffused, he could wait for a lifetime to hold it in his hands. Feel Lan Wangji's soul in it.

Lan Wangji nodded.

Little does Wei Wuxian know that a dozen of bracelets were waiting inside Lan Wangji's closet. They were carved out of Lan Wangji's overwhelming affection towards him. Every bead and crystal contained the devotion his now boyfriend had diffused. They were going to see light soon and return to the skin they belong to one by one.

Wei Wuxian suddenly went serious and looked at Lan Wangji intently. He realised that he never said it!

"Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji gazed at him patiently. Holding his breath, Wei Wuxian finally spoke out the three magical words-

" Lan Zhan, I quest you."

Lan Wangji smiled with glistening eyes and nodded in acknowledgement. "I love you Wei Ying..." He murmured.

A song was softly playing on the street...

"I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
Oh, I won't ask for much

Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby.... "

Extra :

Lan Xichen : "Brother Nie, are they fucking already?"

Nie Mingjie : I think yes. By the way... Are you not going to kiss Jiang Cheng? He is in the city today.

Lan Xichen nodded happily and looked in the direction of his brother's room. Even in a drunk state of mind, he wished the best for his brother; for him to find happiness.

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Merry Christmas everyone!