When visiting the deserted beach on a quiet night, Lan Zhan expected a lot of things. He expected to be sitting on his motorbike with Wei Ying's arms wrapped around his waist as they stared into the ocean depths of nothingness. Lan Zhan expected to hear that unforgettable melody that's been clouding his mind ever since he heard Wei Ying hummed it to him a few nights back. 

Lan Zhan expected a lot of things. What Lan Zhan didn't expect was to have them both sat - soiling their clothes, on the sand-covered ground. Half-eaten snacks circling them, glow sticks around his wrist and neck - which, Lan Zhan might add, could be seen a mile away.  

However, there was something else Lan Zhan didn't expect, something he was fortunate happened. Wei Ying beside him, feet curled up, covered in lights just like Lan Zhan while stuffing his face with melted ice-cream. So close Lan Zhan could lean in, and their lips would touch. 

Being around Wei Ying, even though they're out here in the ocean, in the wide-open space, Lan Zhan felt like he could not breathe. Wei Ying took his breath away but in a desirable way. Staring at Wei Ying, Lan Zhan wanted to ask the stars from up above, why does he feel like a teenager in love?

"Want some?" Mouth filled with ice-cream, Wei Ying shoved a spoon of ice-ream in Lan Zhan's face. He looked adorable, silver eyes glistening brighter than the stars, Lan Zhan could not refuse. 

Opening his mouth, he allowed Wei Ying to feed him. Lan Zhan, so lost in those silver-plated eyes, failed to recognize Wei Ying carelessly lifted a finger to wipe at the trail of melted ice-cream at the side of his lips. 

"Thank you," Lan Zhan breathed out in a whisper. Wei Ying's too good to be true. Like heaven to the touch, Lan Zhan wanted to hold him so much. That little taste of Wei Ying's wasn't enough. If Lan Zhan could, right now, he would grab hold of Wei Ying and shover him with kisses.

Wei Ying's heart skipped a beat, so he chuckled and said, "Don't mention it." Wei Ying cleared his throat, "say, Lan Zhan, are you having fun?" Lan Zhan nodded, "me too. If you like, we can do this some other time."

Did Wei Ying agree to go on another unofficial, official date with him? It may be nighttime, but Lan Zhan felt like he got sunshine busting inside him on this cold night. Lan Zhan blushed, "I would like that."

"I've been thinking," Wei Ying said, drowning the last bit of ice-cream, "what if, when I turn into a werewolf, I'll scare myself. You know, since I'm scared of dogs and all."

At that moment, Lan Zhan wanted to smack the stupid out of Wei Ying's head. Instead, he gave a confused look, and Wei Ying laughed addictively. "I'm serious, Lan Zhan. You never know, I might be terrifying."

Lan Zhan, "No, Wei Ying is beautiful."

Suddenly, Wei Ying felt awkward. Did his hot neighbor call him beautiful? If Wei Ying blushed any brighter, he might outshine the glow sticks that are around his neck. Wei Ying hummed, "serious question now. Do you not like me? I mean not like-like, but friendly-like. I know I'm annoying and a bother, but -"

How could Wei Ying say that about himself? Lan Zhan hated it, but he was partly to blame. Because of his hidden feelings, he'd been avoiding Wei Ying, now Wei Ying thinks he hates him. "I don't hate you," Lan Zhan found himself saying, "and, If I was to turn anyone, I'm glad it's you. I'm sorry, I thought you didn't want to be around me."

"Nonsense!" Wei Ying snapped, "you're the best person to be around and tease. Lan Zhan, let's make a promise. As of today, we won't avoid each other anymore. It's only right since, in a few more days, I'll officially be a part of your pack. But you won't turn anyone else, right Lan Zhan? I don't think you should, but that's up to you. But I don't think you should."

Wei Ying cared. He really did. His words just told Lan Zhan what Lan Zhan needed to know, and soon, Wei Ying will be his. He'll court Wei Ying for as long as he can until Wei Ying realizes his feelings too. "No one but Wei Ying. I promise."

"There's another thing I wanted to ask you," Wei Ying said as he recalled Lan Zhan's addictive scent. "Why do you smell so good? Like really good. What perfume do you use, you know, it's the best thing I've ever smelt in my life. And that's a lot, coming from me."

Lan Zhan gulped. He assumed he was the only one. Lan Zhan thought it was all in his head, for couldn't quit thinking about the lotus and spice fragrance that's been inflaming off Wei Ying. He had gotten used to it by now because Wei Ying lives in his house. The scent was everywhere, drowning him in a blissful way. 

Lan Zhan, "I don't use perfume."

"Huh? You're lying." Seeing Lan Zhan began looking sad, Wei Ying chimed in, "well, you smell great for someone who doesn't. Better than Jiang Cheng." Lan Zhan huff, and Wei Ying laugh.

It was getting late, almost midnight. Wei Ying knew they needed to get back home, he has school tomorrow, and Lan Zhan would probably want to check up on his brother. But before they go, there's something Wei Ying's meaning to ask. Call it curiosity. 

"Lan Zhan?" Lan Zhan hummed in acknowledgment, "what does your wolf look like?" Is he as beautiful as you? Wei Ying craved to add but refrain from doing so. "Is the wolf big and has scary teeth? I know your eyes are red. I wonder what it would look like on a wolf?"

Lan Zhan cleaned his throat. Wei Ying might turn him down. It would hurt, but whatever, he would still ask. "Do you want to see?"

Wei Ying's eyes widened. Partly from excitement and partly from being nervous. Did he want to see the wolf? A wolf's larger than a dog. Much scarier. Then again, Lan Zhan wouldn't hurt him. Right? Swallowing his impulsiveness, Wei Ying said, "right here?" Lan Zhan shyly nodded, "I guess I would. Yes."

Lan Zhan, "Okay."

Before Wei Ying could utter another word, Lan Zhan was already on his feet, walking away. "Wait, where are you going?" Wei Ying struggled to get up, "are you leaving?"

"No," Lan Zhan gave a soft smile, stripping the glowsticks from his body and wiping the glow paint off his face. "I'm going to show you what I look like."

Wei Ying, "Will it hurt when you transform?"

Lan Zhan shrugged off his leather jacket, "Yes." There's no sense in lying. Wei Ying would soon find out for himself anyway.

Feeling guilty for asking so much, Wei Ying steps up, "Then you don't have to. I don't want you to be hurt. Lan Zhan, it can wait."

Lan Zhan, "I want to. And remember, no matter what you hear, don't look. Now turn around."

Wei Ying blushed and did what was asked of him. There was shuffling of clothes behind him. Knowing Lan Zhan was probably naked made Wei Ying want to peep. Wei Ying was no fool. He knew Lan Zhan carried a great body. The lines on the sweatshirt Lan Zhan wore daily did little to hide the outline of what he packed underneath.

Unfortunately, Wei Ying didn't get a chance to ponder too much on that thought. Soon after, he heard the cracking of bones and stifled whimpers coming from Lan Zhan. 

Lan Zhan gasped and groaned. He fell to the ground and cried out. It's been over two hundred years, yet the pain of shifting never ceases to ease. Having every bone in his body break until they rearrange themself back together was the most agonizing thing. 

When Lan Zhan choked another scream for the tenth time, Wei Ying could no longer not look. Lan Zhan needed him. Fearing for Lan Zhan's well being, Wei Ying kept telling himself he should be there. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Wei Ying was about to turn around, only, something stopped. The sound of bones breaking could no longer be heard.

Then a new fear suddenly appeared. Knees buckled, something in the air was making Wei Ying want to run away. He sensed something in the wind, and it wasn't the cold crisp air. He knew Lan Zhan wanted him to stay. So Wei Ying placed his fears aside and stayed. 

"I think I should look now," Wei Ying mumbled to himself. 

Shutting his eyes tight, on shaky knees, Wei Ying turned around. However, he could not look. Wei Ying believed he could, he really did. He's just a coward, and Lan Zhan would be disappointed. "Just do it," Wei Ying told himself. 

Taking one last inhale, Wei Ying opened his eyes. 

As if his heart had been pierced by cupid, suddenly, nothing else mattered. Nothing. The beach vanished, the waves stopped moving, the stars no longer shun from above, and the breeze no longer sang. Everything disappeared within a blink of an eye. Everything, except for the wolf blanketed in pure white jade. And a pair of blazing red eyes that burned of fire seemingly from the very pits of hell. 

The beast - no, Lan Zhan. He stood almost as high as Wei Ying. When he opened his mouth, and sharp fangs appeared, Wei Ying could not shake the odd feeling he somehow had. He felt an attraction toward the wolf, so he found himself grounded, unable to move, for who could move away from such a magnificent creature?

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying breathed out, his voice melted like drew drops when he spoke, "you're breathtaking." 

And to Wei Ying's surprise, the white wolf whined at his compliments. Yet he made no indication of moving, seemingly afraid of what Wei Ying would do. Realizing this, Wei Ying stretched a hand outward, "Lan Zhan, come here," Wei Ying cooed, "I'm not afraid."

Gradually, Lan Zhan took one step, then another, then another, until he stood face to face in front of Wei Ying. They stared into each other's eyes, and for a split second, something struck at their insides. A burning sensation that they both felt. However, Wei Ying was too caught up in the wolf's crimson eyes, he failed to make any declaration.

Shortly, Wei Ying found himself incapable of resisting. Bringing a hand up, he stroked at the sides of Lan Zhan's silk fur. It felt natural to Wei Ying. Hearing Lan Zhan purred, Wei Ying added another hand, gently caressing the wolf's ears, pinching his nose, and touching his face. When Lan Zhan licked at Wei Ying's face, Wei Ying only giggled and continued stroking the wolf.

When Wei Ying showed no signs of stopping, Lan Zhan closed his eyes and welcomed all of Wei Ying's soft touches.

 
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