For a moment, Wei Wuxian thought that he had escaped the apparently weak, yet secretly powerful man's grab, but very soon realised, that he was wrong.

Though the man was as stiff and immovable as a frozen tree, a throttling force was swirled around his slenderer body, preventing him from tearing his body apart from the strange man's frame, and attacking the latter immediately with Suibian's grudge.

He was not sure what was holding him back, given the he had already immobilized the other man, but he could sense the presence of a mystifying energy; not visible to eyes, but very much palpable.

His slender and smaller body was deposited on the other's lap, and his head was draped over the slim, firm chest. He could hear the soothing music of the steady heart beats, with each wave touching his eardrums with a perfect pitch and amplitude, and Wei Wuxian basked the sweet sound of the disciplined lubs and dubs.

The strange energy was conspicuously adhered to his body, making him unable to move. However, his treacherous heart was silently rejoicing and melting in the gentle warmth of the soft, cottony body contact with the attractive body and the fanciable face.

A hand snaked around his waist, and his body was engulfed in a tight, indulgent embrace. Wei Wuxian melted in the tender embrace, and inhaled the non-existent perfume of the statuesque body. His body became pliant and compatible within the gentle, affectionate shelter on the man's body; snaking his hands around the swan-like neck, he tightly hugged the other, placing his lips on the soft skin of the toned neck.

It is not him. Definitely not him who was loosing himself inside the strange man. He is not that shameless. Something is driving him to loose himself, to confer himself to the other man. A sudden hotness flushed across his body, and his burning skin was graced by a wave of pink blush, as he felt the heat burning from the lower part of his body.

Is he drugged?

His body was raised, shifted and adjusted on the lap of sturdy legs, and a careful and doting embrace. His entire upper body was stuck to the perfectly sculptured slim and leanly muscular torso, with his leg protruded outside like two extended branches from the two entangled bodies.

Wei Wuxian felt a pair of lips nibbling on his neck, and a new wave of arousal again flushed across his body with a new vigor.

He should rip apart himself from this attractive body, and threaten and frighten the man away. But instead, he is craving for the touch of the intoxicating man. A mixed feelings of self loathe, wrath, rejoice, desperation, was inflaming a surging heat within his body, and he dug his fingers on the man's shoulder, and clasped two fistful of the black linen clothes.

His body was slowly melting into a puddle of soft wax, melted from the maddening heat flaming from the mystical effect of the unknown energy or who knows what.

"Huh." Wei Wuxian breathed out and held the man tightly into a bone-crushing embrace.

"W-who are you? Ah...fuck." He somehow managed to breathe out from his burning mouth onto the man's neck. He wants to pull himself away, but the mere thought of being left alone in such a condition petrified him. Usually, he indulges his opponent into feathery conversations, divert them, and absorb every bit of information about their intentions, further moves, and use the fiddled time to get adjusted to the moves and techniques of them.

But this time it was different. This time, his body is craving to indulge and drown in his opponent's essence. A rage bombarded within his heavy and fluttering heart, and with a lot difficulty, he sat straight on the other's lap and confronted those dark, grey eyes.

He grabbed the collar of man's robes feebly, and glared at him with eyes slathered by a red layer - a proof of the long time of holding back; a burning arousal.

"What did you do to my body? Who are you? " With gritted teeth and dripping wrath, he inquired in a hazy voice.

"I am you Wei Ying... I am you. An older version of you - used and senile, burdened by the onerous heap of the colossal responsibility, the spleen words, abhor, loathes, berates, vengeance, spite, prodigious power which is spiked, and disdained.

Rule number 721 of collection of 'Morals of Life' states 'Always accompany the path of morality' , rule number 426 states 'Always assist the weaker', isn't it? They look good only on papers, not when you practice them and it hurts the selfishness of the elite classes. "

Wei Wuxian listened with agonizing patience, as his body was volleyed by constant waves of burning arousals. He needs a touch, either from himself or... No.. Not any random person; the idea itself is disgusting. But the thought of being touched by this man was more than alluring.

"W.. What.. Mm.. What did you do to my body? " He started rubbing his hard on against his own thighs, and his entire body against the firm and steady frame. The pale and blushed skin was glitzing, beckoning him to suck it and bruise it from kisses and bites, but his body has become stiff ever since he was adjusted on the lap.

Through the hazy eyes swelling with warm tears, he tried to take a look at the other man's face. What does the man mean? Why is he reciting those philosophical words that are not so unknown so anyone, but still ignored by most.

The painfully swollen girth was begging for attention, and yet he was unable to provide his body the need it desires. The most infernal fact was that the man showed no sign of helping him. He was staring at Wei Wuxian's feeble body with lusty eyes but didn't lay a finger in an inappropriate way. He was just holding him softly in his embrace.

At this point, Wei Wuxian was being slowly knackered from the tedious reaction of his manhood. Was the man torturing him deliberately? He could neither move his body, nor seek for a slight bit of friction. He was almost at the verge of tears.

This is not the first time he is hating himself, but the fact that he was being rendered helpless unceremoniously, triggered his distaste and dismal. He looked up at the face that made his heart beat louder everytime he is taking a look at it. It felt like his own self was taking pleasure from the enticing agony meted to his body - mingled with pleasurable frustration.

"What did you do to me? " Wei Wuxian's voice was meek and hoarse; bright tint of desperation was adhered to his weak tone.

"Nothing. Your body is reacting by itself you know... "

The answer was annoyingly frustrating, as the logic was more than absurd to fit with the current situation.

"W-who are you? W.. Why do you look l-like me? " A moan escaped his mouth as his hard-on slightly brushed against the tightness his underwear, under the white Gusu uniform that was now littered gently by few particles of dust. The suppressed hard-on was becoming painful to bear.

"I have already said, I am you. Your older self. See... I look so like you ain't I? But surely more handsome than you. I possess more power than you do. I am receiving more attention than you do. " The smugness of the man's face was mixed with a sense of loss and grief, and for a moment, Wei Wuxian got lost in those grey eyes.

"You are interested in demonic cultivation aren't you? Great. Will help you in future. But remember, no matter what, never sway from your own morale, even if it means turning your back to the entire world, or even the souls who are the world to you. "

This man... The way he recited these words, it felt like he himself has gone through those phrases. Wei Wuxian felt a sudden apprehension looming inside his heart.

"Are you really me? Did you really come from the future? What kind of energy are you carrying? Why do I feel menace from the energy looping around you? Is it demonic cultivation? " Wei Wuxian was desperate, but this time, the desperation came out of not bodily needs, but the sheer urge to learn about the truth ; his future?

The other man chuckled.

"I see I have always been too smart for my age. Yes, you are right. I am a demonic cultivator, and the entire cultivation world venerates me, and dreads me. I am the Yiling Patriarch, and right now, the Yiling Lazhou desires Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian shuddered at the words spilled from the 'older Wei Wuxian's' satin lips, and wriggled in the ever tender hold of the other. The authoritative and demanding tone, added to the sheer desire.

"Mhmm.. Please.. " Wei Wuxian didn't want to plead, but the deceptive body of his was unwilling to listen to his brain, and decided to react as per the hazy effect of his clouded mind.

"What do you want? Tell me. " Those lost grey eyes finally paid attention to him, and a whirl of darkness gathered within them - lust and desire and a want to chase pleasure was pooling in them.

"I... My body.. You drugged me" Wei Wuxian's voice choked. The pair of grey eyes dropped down a little, with a scintilla of pity and guilt pooled in them.

"Don't worry, I will take care of you. " As soon as those were reached his ear, his vision spun, and Wei Wuxian found himself being pinned on the grassy soil with the man straddling over him with dark menacing lusty eyes.

A breezy breath escaped Wei Wuxian's mouth, as his body was shivering from anticipation and arousal. The idea of getting touched finally, brought a wave of relief to his constricting heart. He could feel his body been brought to ease, the traces of the immobilizing spell being removed was vivid. His tensed body relaxed a lot, only ablazed by the flaming want.

Whether it was his illusion or not, but as he gazed into those deep eyes, he saw a flash of blazing red in the daring orbs, but it vanished the very next moment it has appeared. But his poor mind was not clear enough to ponder over this trivial matter. Obviously not trivial, but yes, inferior as compared to his burning desire.

"Yiling Lazhou... " Wei Wuxian called out. The title surged up something within him, and his heart thumped loudly.

"Hmm... Good.. " The said Lazhou uttered in a buttery, silvery and a sing songing voice, bending over Wei Wuxian.

"Tell me... What do you want? " Yiling Lazhou seemed like hunter that was staring at its prey with hungry eyes, and also enjoying the fondling tease before ravishing the prey. His dark eyes darkened, and a slanted, crooked smile crept through his thin lips.

"You moron... Motherfucker... Ahh... Fuck you... Mm.... I-it hurts.. Ah... Do something or I will call Lan Zhan... " Like a lost child that threatens anybody they feel danger from, Wei Wuxian blethered out these words hazily in a muffled and irked voice; distaste was evident in his tone. He doesn't seem to know what he was blabbering, but the words that left his mouth had grit in them.

However, at the utterance of 'Lan Zhan' , something twisted in Yiling Lazhou's face and he brought his satin lips on Wei Wuxian's flushed pink ear, and whispered amorousy -

" You belong to me. Understood? "

Wei Wuxian very obviously did not understand. Right now, he is suffering from the induced arousal that was taking him to the edge of patience, and he knows that his lone touch could never sway it off. He needs assistance. He hates it; the embarrassment was raging him. He doesn't want this, but like a moth that gets attracted to the soft flame and gradually burns into ashes, he too wants to get ravished by the man hovering over him.

"I will teach you a lesson after this. " With gritted teeth, Wei Wuxian breathed out with blood shot eyes, and a raged glare.

A chuckle resonated, and Wei Wuxian again got lost.

This waiting... This teasing... The desire... Crave... It felt like he would perish from the vehemence of these emotions.

"Please. I beg you..." The awaited pleading finally rippled from Wei Wuxian's throats, and it earned a soft smile from the omnious man's pale and layered eyes, and the soft red lips.

"Finally. I won't fail you sweetheart. I promise. " Yiling Lazhou chirped.

The word 'sweetheart' sent a thrill of gentle emotion across Wei Wuxian's heart, and a soft smile found it's way to his lips, and exuberant, bright, singing grey eyes.

"I appreciate that. " He added in a light tone.

Soon, a svelte hand found it's way on his robe, on his clothed hard on - painfully throbbing under the many later of robes, impatient to be treated with care and wildness. He shuddered from the touch - from the idea of getting touched by his look alike. It felt like he is going to enmesh in a self incest. The thought itself sent a shiver down his spine.

To his very ecstasy, the naughty and gentle hand started removing his clothes without any further ado, and within a moment, his now sensitive tensed lower region was offered to the openness, to the sweet air. As the confined region was finally freed, and a hand made the known of its presence on his lower abdomen, a bount of relief washed over him, as the idea of getting a release threw a sense of impending pleasure at his heart.

For some reason, his heart and body have lend themselves to the uncanny man, without pondering further; as if he was meant to be merge with the man; it felt like he is entrusting his heart and soul to himself. The train of thoughts came to a halt as his large, crimson, swollen and hardened shaft, and caressed with utmost care.

The calloused hand, with long fingers wrapped around like ivy, with the coldness of the pale palm mingling with the burning hotness of his own shaft, few sparks emerged from the veiny shaft, and it drifted from the lower region towards his upper body, perking up every inch with burnished desire.

The cold hand started moving up and down, fondling with the thin upper skin in a tight grasp, as the basaltic eyes keenly watched the phenomenon with sparky eyes.

With each move, and each stroke, plenteous pleasure was blooming not only in his body, but also his quavering heart. But it was still not enough; the galloping desire that was erupting like a hot geyser every now and then, was conspicuously insatiable by the bleak pace with which his hard-on was treated.

He needs more. Not withstanding the tormenting slow pace, he started thrusting his hips up, and commenced rutting against the large, slim hands. The bounty of pleasure was muddling his mind, as his soul floated above the clouds of sheer ecstasy.

"Always remember, a path rode by thousand boots, are the fragile and senile ones. They are used, wrung, and rotten. Those paths lead you to nowhere, but mere slavery; slavery towards old thoughts, and dread; dread to follow your own quest. " Yiling Lazhou recited each words, accentuated with every new movement of his hands - sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes revolving, sometimes moving up and down with shattering strength and speed.

Though mind was disarranged by the sheer sensations emitting out from his leaking and constantly moving manhood, he did not dare to miss out the word uttered by the solemn voice. He engraved each word in his mind, as if those were meant for him to listen.

"Look at you, so innocent and youthful. So sacrosanct and unblemished. Full of warmth and overflowing brilliance. Do not forget, not every heart would accept your victory; spurn, abandonment, and repudiation, might keep on assailing you; but never dislodge from the shelter of righteousness and morality, even if it means leaving behind the world of glass."

'World of glass'.

Glass - beautiful, sheening, gleaming, polished, fancy; yet so fragile and brittle. Hypnotizing, apparently perfect, but what lies inside it is only an illusion - an untouchable reality, as non existent and fake as the mirth of sham. One slight flicker, and a chasm shall appear so terminal, that no remedy could ever rub it off.

Yiling Lazhou's hand never stopped, and Wei Wuxian was at the verge of breaking apart from the vehemence of the burning pleasure. He looked at the man tending to him with pleading eyes - pleading to do something more, to make this heat go away. Attending to his desperate wish, Yling Lazhou fastened his pace, and let Wei Wuxian shake and moan from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Never abandon the path of righteousness, no matter how much sacrifice you have to offer to the Almighty. " The elder man added in a slightly breathes and shaky voice, as his voice shook from the jerking of his entire body, starting from the violently convulsing hand that was pleasuring the thick flesh within his palm.

"Promise me. "

These two words carried a deep air of grief, desperation and almost a tone of pleading; the vacillating tint of shaky uncertainty dripping from these two words were enough to stir Wei Wuxian's heart like a fluttering delicate wings of a lost butterfly - indecisive and fragile.

The flesh down there was being constantly pleasured, and every inch of his body was running madly to chase the nearing orgasm. His leg muscles began to spasm, and the blood in his veins was boiling, and his soft white skin was brandished by a delicate pink tint of hot blush, spread across his entire body.

The two words kept on ringing and echoing in his mind, as his breathe started to become ragged and laboured, sweat drops were tickling across his face - running further down along the long flushed neck; his hip was rising up in the air and thrusting vigorously against the palm that was non stop thrilling his flesh; the words kept on echoing, his orgasm was nearing, his body was breaking apart, the voice was begging him, urging him, turmoiling him, the pleasure was to sheer to absorb....

"I promise.. Ah.. " With the final deliverance of these two words, accompanied by a moan, he came. The blissful orgasm raptured his mind and body, as the delightful ecstasy ran through every inch of his drenched frame. The warm creamy nectar was poured all over the toiled hand, and Wei Wuxian collapsed on the ground panting. A smile appeared on his face, as the joy of after orgasm wrapped around his worn out and spent body.

"Good. Mark your words." The hand from his flesh was retreated, and the smooth voice had a concluding tone. Wei Wuxian shot open his eyes, only to see the tender, gracious, mellow figure slowly dissolve along the air - like a breaking illusion of hypnotized eyes. He reached for the figure to touch and feel, but before he could put a kiss on those lonely lips, the hush, poise figure broke apart into thousand pieces, flying and vanishing along the strong gush of wind.

"We will meet soon. " A faint voice reached his ears.

"Nooooooo.... Don't goo... " His frantic plea echoed and gradually died down into a hush and faint unfathomable series of empty noise...

"Huh." Shotting his eyes opened, he was greeted by a few petals of magnolia petals lurking on his face, and a glassy, pacifying mid-afternoon Gusu spring sky. He frantically looked around, only to be welcomed by the empty picturesque green and flower-adorned serene garden. The wafts of soft winds calmed him down, and the sweat beads from his forehead finally soaked up, as his heart beats got soothed into a normal pace.

Finally, assimilating the confirmation that he was the only soul present in the garden, he released a sigh of relief. The effect of the dream was running wild in his body, and he can take care of it - alone.

After all, it was just a dream. Just a dream, and nothing else. He shall take care of himself inside his condo chamber.

It was just a dream...

That screaming yet hushed face... Those solemn, yet scintillating grey blazing eyes, the frame so still and pastel; the glowing warmth of soft and still coldness of his weary soul - almost hypnotising; the mind-sculpture of the 'Yiling Lazhou' was as clear as the mirror water of the Gusu's cold spring.

He could still smell the trace of a faint presence, that was slowly fading away along with each gush of wind.

"Yiling Lazhou... Were you there? " His occupied heart and mind murmured, and unknown to him, he had offered these words aloud to the singing air.

"It was just a dream. We won't meet again. " He assured his throbbing heart.

Nescient to him, a long crimson ribbon was fluttering along the lively drift of the wind wafts, hanging from the curved branch of the magnolia tree - washed by magnolia petals and staring at Wei Wuxian with keen, observing end of its silky thread.

Should I write this story from a Yiling Lazhou point of view too?

Your opinion will be very much appreciated.