LAN ZHAN WAS easily made jealous. Every time his husband flirted with another person, he would get between them and, not too gently, make the person run away in fear. However, he had been feeling down lately, so he hadn't been as aggressive with his husband. This turned out to be a mistake, and it all culminated one fateful night.

Wei Ying, seeing that his husband hadn't been feeling like himself lately, took him out to a restaurant to eat and talk. At least, that was the original goal, before it was interrupted by a group of very attractive young women.

Wei Ying was already drunk at that point, and the women were deliberately exposing their femininity to him to try and seduce him. If he was sober, he would have known that those women were nothing but prostitutes, and he wouldn't have gone anywhere near them. But when he was drunk, he didn't know anything. All he saw through his clouded mind were many sets of breasts rising above the bodices of dresses like sweet fruits, teasing him, wanting to be plucked and eaten. And he was tricked by their seduction, and became theirs for the entire night.

Lan Zhan hadn't become drunk at all, and he watched with a pained heart as his Wei Ying was bounced on the laps of younger women, having his hair tied back and his fat cheeks, the ones Lan Zhan loved to squeeze, fondled gently by the painted nails of their jewel covered hands. Those dishonorable hands that were probably still filthy with the seed of the other men they had fondled were touching his soulmate, his Wei Ying. And he was responding to them in a manner so passionate it shattered Lan Zhan's will to keep sober. His inebriation brought him a complete lack of understanding, and that was what he desired more than anything in that moment.

So he drank one bottle of Emperor's Smile down. He felt everything becoming blurred, and a gentle humming began to ring in his ears. His eyesight became cloudy, and as much as he tried to blink it away, the cloudiness did not leave. He didn't know whether it was tears, or whether his eyes simply did not want to see the egregious things happening in front of him. A whole pack of women were undressing Wei Ying, and he was smiling and kicking his legs up in the air like a child while burbling incomprehensible things.

"Wei Ying..." Lan Zhan whispered, reaching his hands out to touch his soulmate, and feeling the cold of the womens' bejeweled arms pushing him away.

"They're taking advantage of you, love," he whispered tenderly, hoping Wei Ying would recognize his voice and push the prostitutes off of him. But he was in a strong daze brought on by alcohol and love, and he would not be roused.

As Lan Zhan heard his husband moaning and crying out names that were whispered to him, names that weren't his, he lost all desire, and fell deep into a rut of apathy. He drank four more bottles of Emperor's Smile, then drunkenly staggered over to the waiter, who was amazed by his alcohol tolerance, and said, "More."

Not wanting to disobey the Second Young Master of the Lan sect, the waiter went into the kitchen and got all the bottles he had left, which, thankfully for Lan Zhan's health, was only six more, and gave them all to him.

Lan Zhan moved into the back, to another table masked from the outer bar by a thin blue curtain. On the other side of the curtain, he saw bodies on the ground, piled on top of each other in a gyrating pile of flesh, and choked on his tears and drink. His Wei Ying, his soulmate, the one he loved, was in that pile of sin. And he, Lan Zhan, the only man who should be on top of him in that fashion, was stuck watching and being jealous. Oh, so jealous.

He drank all six of the bottles, and began to feel drowsy. He was about to fall asleep when the curtain that was shielding him from the reality of the outside world, literally and figuratively, was pulled away. He saw the mortified face of his Wei Ying looking at him, and his facade of apathy was pulled away. He burst into loud, sniffly sobs, and barely even felt Wei Ying leaning his head on his shoulder and stroking his hair.

"Wei Ying doesn't love me," Lan Zhan cried.

Wei Ying, coated similarly to his husband in a thick haze of drunkenness and post-sex (although that sex had hardly been as pleasant as his normal experiences with Lan Zhan) could only say in his slurred voice, "Am Wei Ying, 'nd Wei Ying loves his Lan Zhan."

"No," Lan Zhan sobbed, shaking his head violently. "No! He doesn't love me!"

"Lan Zhan is Wei Ying's soulmate," Wei Ying responded, giving his husband a wet kiss on his tear-stained cheeks.

"He... he and the women... t-they..."

Wei Ying's veil of drunkenness was thrown away when he heard that, and he was brutally thrown back into the real world. What had he and those women done? Why had it gotten his Lan Zhan so worked up?

"I'm sorry," he whispered to his husband, the husband he didn't deserve. "I love you."

Lan Zhan tilted his head up to look at his husband, his beautiful husband that deserved the world, and simply stared at him for a minute, taking in every feature on his perfect face.

Wei Ying studied his husband's features as well. When Lan Zhan was drunk, he looked cute, like a baby bunny. His lips were drawn together in a pout, his cheeks were pink, and his eyes were closed almost shut. He had drool trickling from the corners of his mouth, and residual tears trickling from the corners of his eyes. Such a cute bunny...

"Wei Ying... loves Lan Zhan?" he questioned.

In response, Wei Ying flung his arms around his husband and said, "I'll love you forever. I'm so sorry I let those women take advantage of me. I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing, I-"

He was cut off by Lan Zhan's lips being pressed to his, giving him a long wet kiss. When Lan Zhan pulled away, he smiled and said, "Lan Zhan loves Wei Ying."

The two men loved each other gently that night, each worshiping the other man as if they were a god to be revered. Lan Zhan's jealously was silenced by a tender night filled with gentle intimacy, and Wei Ying's scars from the previous event were soothed by the gentle touches of his Lan Zhan.

Even if they argued for years, they would still get back together in the end.