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PDV Lan Zhan

His impertinence exasperates me. His provocative smile stings me. His flippancy insults everything I believe in. His slight arrogance offends my ego. His very nature is an offense.

And yet...

His impertinence inflames me. His enchanting smile bewitches me. His casualness paints other horizons. His arrogance is the spice of my sweetness. His very nature captivates me.

Witcher. Your velvet hands have captured my heart.

You answer me, insult me ​​with your pretensions, push me by a familiarity that is foreign to me and unbearable. No one before you had defied me, jostled me like this. But above all, thrilled. You are the riddle I don't want to answer. The fear of understanding is too great.

Your warmth cracks the ice of my fortress.

Tonight, you drink your umpteenth insolence on one of the roofs. The desire to correct you itches. I should hit you myself with a thousand blows. But what would be the real excuse? Is it really the uncompromising justice that makes me so angry when I see you so shameless? Or is it the birth of these new colors that you paint in me?

You upset my reason.

Your vice flows on your tender lips. Your fingers are impregnated with it. Your thin Adam's apple undulates with each burning sip, drawing your masculinity, tantalizing. The fresh wind gently rushes through your hair, silky waves in the moonlight. Your narrow waist is set off to perfection in your slim-fitting white clothes.

If my fingers took their place...

I would surprise you with my warm breath on your neck, slide my hands on your belt until they go up your sides. I would dare the unthinkable by venturing towards your chest. After the stupor, you would turn around and throw me a nervous laugh. Would you spout an endless stream of clumsy words? Or would I manage to shut this mouth that taunts me unceasingly?

I like to think that I would take away your words in another way, by stealing a kiss that would last until you were on fire. Your beautiful grey eyes would widen, amazed by my audacity. I would like to show you that I'm not the silent incompetent that you imagine me to be. Would I have enough guts to chastise you the way my dream lust whispers to me? See, the chaos you inflict on my soul. Your sweet voice is the only one I want to hear, purified of all arrogance, rising to the rhythm of your languid sighs, of your quivering breaths.

I want to tame your body. To subject you to my will and to force you to respect. To force you to look at me, and not someone else, when I am the origin of your flames. To oblige you to see me to strap you against my hips, to capture the valleys of your kidneys and to supplicate you under my dexterity. My dexterity.

My dagger.

You would be my most savage ride.

I swear, one day, to kneel before me and contemplate the milk of my sin on your lips. Your silver gaze will reflect the depravity to which I will subject you. You will whisper my name, tormented, while I will touch the impure pulp of your velvety mouth.

- Lan Zhan? What are you doing out at this hour? Shouldn't you be asleep since dusk like the chickens?

To make you not want to laugh at me...

I dream about it.

- Lan Zhan?

I approach the roof with slow steps. A part of me is petrified when I meet his big laughing eyes; the other part pushes me to implement my most vile thoughts. My whole being divides, magnetized towards him and at the same time nailed to the ground. Who will win? The object of my fantasies will be the one to tip the scales. I am no longer in my right mind.

- Ha! you should have said so if you wanted to drink! he exclaims while wiping the corners of his mouth. Come and join me!

I know that he invites me without really meaning it. Since the time, he learned to understand me. But tonight, everything is different.

The scales tip. And tilts.

I jump on the tiles and fall back to a meter of him. Lying nonchalantly, he stares at me, surprised, but ends up chuckling. He sighs and puts down his half-empty jar.

- Hanguang-Jun, are you going to fight me again? I need to relax, you know. I'm not like you, a boring old man, he says with an arched eyebrow.

My fists clench.

- Come on, let me finish this one, and I promise not to...

I send the jar flying across the enclosure with a mighty kick; it shatters into a thousand pieces against a trunk. Wei Ying stands up, frightened.

- Lan Zhan! Why did you do that? he said, trying to sit up. Why are you so...

I draw Bichen and point his spade under his chin. He remains stunned. I advance my blade until I force him to lie down and I overhang him with all my height. His enlarged glance betrays his amazement. He stammers, confused, then finds his usual mutinous smile. The cunning is inherent in his perversions.

I anticipate his movements - I know him too well, today - and, before he rolls to escape, place a foot on either side of his legs to block him. Again, he seems lost. He already imagines that I am trying to chastise him. If he knew...

- Lan Zhan, I don't...

- Shut up.

My authority imposes silence on him (for a brief moment). He chuckles again, lightly.

- Look, we both know you're not going to...

- Your smugness, your condescension. I've had enough of it.

Realizing I'm not looking for a fight, he's about to retort piteously, as he does every time the subtle topics come up - so brilliant and stupid at the same time.

I place a knee on the tiles, between his thighs. My dark look makes him shudder. His discomfort, a reflection of his loss of control, is a treat. His lack of confidence is delicious.

To make sure he doesn't escape me, I slide Bichen along his neck. Its edge grazes his Adam's apple. He swallows; I rejoice. In a way, at this moment, he is already subjected to me. But this domination is only ephemeral. I want it to last. It must be inscribed in his mind as the first rule of his consumed soul.

I want to be his only law. His only master.

- I don't understand, Lan Zhan, are you in a bad mood?

- You never understand when you should.

My reproach is the most bitter; the hardest, too. He wrinkles a puzzled pout, then closes his hand over my sleeve.

- Look, it's obvious you've had a bad day, maybe it would be better if I...

My hand falls to the side of his head, crushing the length of his hair. If he still wanted to run away, it's a waste now. I pierce him with a murderous eye, full of resentment. A boring old man...

My rage is growing as the fire in me is awakening. It would still be time to backtrack, to blame my previous actions on a sharp reframing, the fault of his insolence - my uncle would be the first to understand - but as close to him as I am, resentments give way to another kind of excess. Another desire for expression. A visceral need, inhibiting wisdom.

I bring my knee up near his crotch and stick the icy flat of my blade against his throat. I want to have a little fun, to see him faint of uncertainty before granting me a drift. When he feels the pressure of my knee against his parts, he jumps, undecided about what to think. I don't give him time to think and close the distance between our two faces. My mouth is dangerously close to his. For the first time, so close to my hot breath, he dares not utter another word - for fear, perhaps, that something foolish will happen.

Still, a few butterflies away from my warmth, he whispers.

- Lan Zhan...

- Wei Ying, stop being silly. The truth is right under your nose.

A thousand and one ideas run through his narrow mind, I read it in his confusion. When I stare at his lips, biting mine, his eyes widen in his lucidity. The blood rises to his cheeks.

Finally.

- L-Lan Zhan... I don't think I quite understood...

- You understood perfectly, I murmured.

He immediately becomes flushed, extremely confused. But also intimidated. He turns his head, his lips pursed.

- Wei Ying. I'm not playing anymore.

He still doesn't dare to look at me, to face me. I pull up Bichen to force him to do so by lifting his chin. He swallows again. I have just forced him into silence. I read in the sparkling glance that he freezes on me a certain apprehension which must surely pulsate in his veins and make drum his heart. Almost a fragility. Why isn't he laughing at me? Why isn't he already sneering?

- Lan Zhan... I really think you're overworked...

The only answer that irritates me.

I left Bichen and grabbed his jaw, annoyed. Before I get carried away, I see the serious possibility of being rejected. All these provocations, would they be only blustering of smooth-talker ? My heart compresses. Under the bitterness, I frown a bad air. He puts his hands on my wrist, uncomfortable with being held like that.

- L-Lan Zhan...

- All this time you've been playing with me.

- I... No, it's not that...

- It doesn't matter.

- Wh-what do you mean?

My fingers tighten around her face and my knee presses against her intimacy. Against my palm, I feel the tension of his features. The panic starts to invade him. He tries to straighten up to flee, but my hand on his hair prevents him from it and nails him to the ground by the pain. He stares at me, his eyes shining, far from any arrogance. I see him in a whole new light.

- Hanguang-Jun... what are you going to do?

I raise an eyebrow. His Adam's apple waving under my palm betrays his nervousness. I feel that he is looking for a way out of this mess. My feelings and my manly ardor seem to have robbed him of his means for good. His voice trembles.

- Lan Zhan... ! Don't do anything to me, please...

For the first time, I find him frightened. I am speechless. About me. Wei Ying is sincerely afraid of me.

- Lan Zhan!

Nonsense. At the slightest slackening, he will roll me in flour to mock me again. My eyes cringe at him. I will be uncompromising. Or he will make me pay for showing mercy. I will no longer tolerate his taunts.

- You will not have me anymore. No more.

- Get you? But I...

- Wei Wuxian!

He bites his lip and looks away.

- What do you want from me?

- I want you to see me as a real man. I want you to see my heart, as it is. I want you to stop shattering my ego, according to your moods. And deep, deep inside me...

I force myself to articulate the words. They have to come out, I've gone too far to stop here. Then I can turn around without regret and try to forget him, after he has rejected me.

- I want you.

He opens his eyes wide. This time, I have really muzzled him. His quivering mouth stirs up all my fires. Do I really dare to succumb to it? The wind's breeze rocks my nostrils with its sage scent. I want to steal this moment from him. To engrave it in us, no matter what the future holds.

I let myself rest gently on him. The warm curves of his body meet mine. I dreamed of it so much. My hand slides along his jaw to sneak into his neck. He shudders under my touch. When I press myself against him and that he discovers against his pubis the protuberance of my carnal desire, he takes fear and tries to push me back.

- Stop! Don't do anything to me! Second brother Lan, don't do anything to me! Please, don't... !

I stare at him in astonishment and hold his wrists above his head with one hand to immobilize him. At this moment, he looks so vulnerable. The impetuous disciple of the Jiang clan, the proud and indomitable Wei Wuxian, is now just a teenager subject to my will, afraid of what might happen to him. And if I didn't love him so much that I lost my soul, I would certainly give in to this thing, screamed by my basest instincts.

I brush his cheek with my fingertips. He closes his eyes tightly, flinching.

- Wei Ying. Wei Ying, look at me.

Since he has no other choice, he obeys me and stares at me with his big doe eyes. Fear flickers in them.

- Wei Ying. I love you.

These words, too powerful for the present moment, petrify him.

- And because I love you, I won't do anything to hurt you.

My eyes soften, almost contrite. Because yes, even though I am probably the one who fears being mocked and ridiculed the most, I feel bad for scaring him. But I never knew how to express myself.

He relaxes, reassured, but still worried and confused. I decide to release his wrists and remain camped on my forearms, redrawing with one hand the tenderness of his velvet skin. It is now that he will push me back. Seek to flee and regain control; turn the situation to his advantage. I am ready, I wait for his reaction. But he just stands there, looking at me, as if he's trying to penetrate the secrets of my bare soul. He raises a hand - I am preparing for rejection - and places it on mine, over his cheek. I remain speechless.

He purses his lips, looks down for a few seconds - hesitating - then raises his other hand to my face to brush it with his fingertips. The feverishness with which he touches me makes me feel as if I am burning him.

- Lan Zhan, for the first time, I don't know what to say. I think... I think I need time.

I freeze. Stunned. Time? Is he telling me that he might share my hopes, or am I still dreaming?

- I don't want to hurt you, but I also don't want to lose something that...

As he says these words, the flame takes me away. I capture his mouth and steal the kiss I had hoped for. A righteous, but fiery kiss, supporting all my love. Her tender pulp amazes me. Delight of my most unreasonable dreams. I would like to engrave this sensation in my flesh forever.

I stay close to his lips, close enough to delight in his warm breath, and stare at him. He flutters his eyelids, startled.

Did I make a mistake? I blame myself again. As I pull away, his hand slides down my neck and he returns my kiss. I am in shock. My joy fulminates, indescribable.

Our heats invite themselves, coax each other and flood each other with an incomparable well-being. Our fingers slip into each other's hair and our mouths bond over the landscape of our married bodies.

When our lips separate, our hearts beat faster and faster, so much so that I can feel hers pulsing under my palm, in her neck. We exchange a half-closed look. The silence that we keep in this contemplation is reflective, conceals the most beautiful questioning of my existence. As the only answer - and because it is still too early for him - he takes me in his arms and buries his nose in my hair. I guess, by his deep breathing, that he is intoxicated by my smell. He is in doubt, but his soul speaks.

- Lan Zhan, all I know for now is that I like being with you. I like your presence, I feel good around you, and... I don't want to lose you.

My face lights up. Before he says anything more, I tighten our embrace, blazing with happiness.

- I don't want to hurt you, Lan Zhan...

- Wei Ying.

I place a long kiss on his temple and nestle his head in my shoulder.

- I'll wait, I whisper. I will wait...

Even though I can't see him, against my skin I can make out the outline of his smile.

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