Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan (
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immemorial (vampire AU)
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"It is nothing but time," he says, perhaps too earnest in response to Wei Ying's teasing, but he has never been any other way. Even on occasions when he teases in turn - a phenomenon that has become more frequent over the years, due to Wei Ying's influence - Lan Zhan is nothing but honest in how he feels. "We have plenty of that."
They don't often speak of the Wen in detail, although they have spoken of Wei Ying's initial methods for preserving their lives. At first, Lan Zhan had been conflicted - the blood of a Pureblood vampire is potent, and not to be shared carelessly - but he did not question Wei Ying's judgment. Ultimately, he agrees that the Wen are victims and does not support their execution. His direct opposition is notable, for he used to be - his uncle occasionally laments - a model for upholding the standards and principles of their kind. But as the years unspool before him, he finds himself increasingly at odds with the Counsel, for more reasons than this.
In spite of everything, Lan Zhan helps where and when he can. He is a willing benefactor for this endeavor, as much as Wei Ying is willing to accept from him. But he is aware of his position in these matters, and it is a precarious one.
Wei Ying swings their hands between them and his smile is blinding. His joy is palpable, and Lan Zhan feels warmth spread from his chest to every inch of him. Long gone are the days where Wei Ying left him feeling outpaced, his steps leaden with duty and expectations. He practices gratitude daily, and is ever thankful for the convergence of paths that have led them to this point.
He does not respond verbally. Instead, he leans in to capture Wei Ying's lips with his own - the kiss is imbued with tenderness, and finality, like the wax seal on a letter. He loves how forever sounds from Wei Ying's mouth.
"It is nothing but time," he says, perhaps too earnest in response to Wei Ying's teasing, but he has never been any other way. Even on occasions when he teases in turn - a phenomenon that has become more frequent over the years, due to Wei Ying's influence - Lan Zhan is nothing but honest in how he feels. "We have plenty of that."
They don't often speak of the Wen in detail, although they have spoken of Wei Ying's initial methods for preserving their lives. At first, Lan Zhan had been conflicted - the blood of a Pureblood vampire is potent, and not to be shared carelessly - but he did not question Wei Ying's judgment. Ultimately, he agrees that the Wen are victims and does not support their execution. His direct opposition is notable, for he used to be - his uncle occasionally laments - a model for upholding the standards and principles of their kind. But as the years unspool before him, he finds himself increasingly at odds with the Counsel, for more reasons than this.
In spite of everything, Lan Zhan helps where and when he can. He is a willing benefactor for this endeavor, as much as Wei Ying is willing to accept from him. But he is aware of his position in these matters, and it is a precarious one.
Wei Ying swings their hands between them and his smile is blinding. His joy is palpable, and Lan Zhan feels warmth spread from his chest to every inch of him. Long gone are the days where Wei Ying left him feeling outpaced, his steps leaden with duty and expectations. He practices gratitude daily, and is ever thankful for the convergence of paths that have led them to this point.
He does not respond verbally. Instead, he leans in to capture Wei Ying's lips with his own - the kiss is imbued with tenderness, and finality, like the wax seal on a letter. He loves how forever sounds from Wei Ying's mouth.
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—Which, yes, did happen, naturally so, but it wasn't at all the sole and core reason for his actions. The care he felt towards them was genuine. Lan Zhan would be the first to recognize this, too.
For now, all such matters are set aside. Forgotten, even. Six months is nothing at all between the two of them, yet it stretched out tediously slower by the day. He can only ever long for Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying further laces their fingers together in a solid hold as he returns the kiss with a warm and quieted exhale. He doesn't need to see to know where they're moving, but for the moment keeps his gaze upon Lan Zhan. When his eyes do slip shut, Wei Ying nudges against him, deeply breathing him in. His free hand lifts to slip around to the nape of Lan Zhan's neck, feeling the warmth of his skin and the sensation of his hair beneath his fingers.
Somehow, he's able to keep from rushing them.
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After a time, he steps away, and with a gentle hand on the small of Wei Ying's back, he leads them over to the plush sofa, a modern and somewhat anachronistic piece in their living space, but there is a natural harmony to it - Lan Zhan's antique books, Wei Ying's collections from his travels, touches of both old and new. The couch is among Lan Zhan's more modern indulgences, a buttery soft leather, the kind one sinks into. When he sits, he leans back into the upholstery and coaxes Wei Ying down into his lap. For now, he simply wants to hold him, to have all that he is within the circle of his arms.
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Wei Ying almost has to chuckle with amusement at the sight of the couch. Instead, for the moment, he allows himself to move as Lan Zhan guides them.
Their position is a favored one for Wei Ying. While normally around the same height as Lan Zhan, being seated on his lap allows for a subtly noticeable advantage as he relaxes with both legs over to one of Lan Zhan's sides, comfortably settled.
One of Wei Ying's arms drapes over Lan Zhan's shoulders. His touch is feather-light against the warmth of Lan Zhan's smooth, pale skin, caressing his cheek and down towards the column of his throat with the backs of his knuckles.
His eyes glow a deep shade of crimson, only to slip shut as he tips his forehead against Lan Zhan's temple, deeply breathing him in. Six months is a long time to go without truly being sated. "I'm home, Lan Zhan."
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There is no denying the efficacy of suppressants, however; the tablets are an old formula, amply tested and widely utilized. His own clan rarely drinks from outsiders, and absolutely do not give freely. Before, Lan Zhan could not understand those who did. There are certain considerations when it comes to the unique propeties of Pureblood blood, but this had never been his primary concern. To him, there's a delicate intimacy in the act of drawing life from another, and he had been unaware - or perhaps, in denial - of the part of himself that desired it.
This had abruptly changed with Wei Ying's endeavors. In the beginning, Wei Ying had used his own blood to stabilize the Wens - a practice that had bothered Lan Zhan, even though he could not deny that Wei Ying's theory had been correct. It was galling, on several levels. Lan Zhan had been absolutely consumed by jealousy, but beyond that, he had been worried. It had been a learning process, then, to come to express his concern in a way that Wei Ying would understand, to tell him that he was preoccupied with Wei Ying's wellbeing more than he cared for the sanctity of the blood of their kind.
They had argued. Both of them were stubborn and firm in their convictions, and perhaps had not chosen the best words. Their fledgling bond, a connection that neither of them could quite name or understand yet, had begun to suffer for their clumsiness. Lan Zhan had been forced to consider what he truly wanted, to weigh thousands of years of their species' practices against his family's expectations and the heaviness of his own heart.
In the end, the solution had been as simple as pulling aside his own collar. Wei Ying could have just as easily taken blood from anyone to replenish himself. However, the part of Lan Zhan that was shamefully possessive and hopelessly in love had wanted it to be his.
In hindsight, this action spoke louder than Lan Zhan ever had.
"When was your last?" he asks mildly, leaning back and tracing the softness of Wei Ying's lower lip with the pad of his thumb. His other hand comes to rest on the small of his back, alighting on the gentle dip of Wei Ying's spine. The coruscating crimson of his eyes is almost hypnotic, and Lan Zhan feels his breathing deepen. In spite of everything, Lan Zhan does not tie Wei Ying to him in this way; it is something left undiscussed and is, in some ways, impractical to only drink from each other. Although, it is not wholly without precedent - he has heard of pair bonds like this.
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He knew Lan Zhan didn't like it. However, the realization was delayed on Wei Ying's part; he'd been almost entirely oblivious, and for some time. The depths of his jealousy hadn't entirely been known, rather a sense that Lan Zhan's views of him had soured. Since coming to terms and having several discussions on the matter, Wei Ying has become far more forthcoming with his own thoughts and sentiments towards Lan Zhan.
"I took a few tablets the other day," he murmurs, nosing Lan Zhan's cheek. The reply is evasive. Wei Ying knows exactly what he's insinuating. Another deep, weighted breath brings out more honesty, "Months. . ." The first taste along the length of Lan Zhan's throat, alone, is enough to make him shiver. Wei Ying savors his steady pulse, taunting just beyond a thin expanse of skin, practically feeling as his mouth waters.
As with many things, Wei Ying soon is too impatient. He's waited for long enough already, enough to have nearly driven himself mad. Even so, Wei Ying doesn't rush himself when deeply burying his fangs into him, a heavily shuddered moan escaping the back of his throat with the first thick spill of Lan Zhan's blood upon his tongue.