5th April

The plane was about to land and their phone had gone off once already.

But Lan Zhan hadn't wanted to wake Wei Ying, who was sleeping so comfortably on his chest that he felt guilty disturbing him at all. He looked so peaceful that it seemed an unforgivable crime to interrupt his slumber, when it was just because the plane was landing.

But safety came first and he knew better than to go against important rules. Besides, he didn't want anyone else to see Wei Ying in this state.

"Wei Ying?" He said it softly.

If he had to do it anyway, he preferred it to be as gentle as possible.

The plane began its descent, and he had maybe a minute to wake up his sleeping Beauty.

"Wei Ying?"

Still nothing.

Lan Zhan tipped his beautiful face up, smiling when Wei Ying's mouth opened with a small whine, and he burrowed even closer, nuzzling at his bare skin.

His pink lips were just begging to be kissed, so Lan Zhan did exactly that.

Their lips met in the sweetest kisses, and a few seconds later, Wei Ying was kissing him back with ardour. Little kitten licks as he pressed honey drop kiss after kiss on Lan Zhan's mouth, until he pulled away.

"It is time. We must dress and sit appropriately." Lan Zhan says, softly.

Wei Ying blinks up at him, and allows Lan Zhan to help him sit up.

Minutes later, they're both dressed and strapped in, and Wei Ying is dozing in his chair when the flight attendant checks in on them.

"When the aircraft lands, Sir, please follow me. You and your husband will be the first ones off the plane, and a special team awaits at the gate. Passport checks have been completed, and your luggage will be inside your vehicle by the time you exit the airport. Thank you for flying with -"

Lan Zhan stops her talking now, because if she lets any more information escape, Wei Ying might find out where they are. And Lan Zhan wants to make this trip so memorable that Wei Ying will never forget this holiday.

He wants their honeymoon to be a constant inspiration to them, to carry on being creative.

They are going to take so many photos together, and Wei Ying should feel the first impact of seeing this nature's miracle without any hindrances.

This is the perfect time to be here, in this country.

When the plane lands at last, Lan Zhan slips his carry-on bag over his shoulder, retrieves the white bunny sleeping mask from his pocket, putting it on the now fully asleep Wei Ying.

This worked out easier than he planned, because Lan Zhan was expecting a fight to happen when he would have suggested stopping Wei Ying from being able to see where they were.

It was night time here, and hopefully Lan Zhan would be able to carry out his plan for a little bit longer.

Their car ride to their hotel was in a vehicle with tinted windows, which helped immensely. Tomorrow was supposed to be a bright and sunshiny day, all the better for them.

When it's time, Lan Zhan lifts Wei Ying into his arms and begins to hum softly, so Wei Ying won't wake up alarmed. He unconsciously helps Lan Zhan by wrapping his loose arms around Lan Zhan's neck and snuggling closer. This made it much easier to navigate their path from the plane to the airport.

The security team was waiting for them and guided Lan Zhan through the premises, until they were outside.

Lan Zhan got inside the back of the black Land Rover with elegant ease, using the same seat belt to strap them both in. It was going to be a short drive, anyway.

*************

Wei Ying stretches, feeling well rested and in need of movement. The sheets are cool under his hands and it's this that steals the rest of his sleep. He sits up in an unfamiliar room all alone, and he feels disorientated.

Where is this? Where's Lan Zhan?

And what IS that smell? It is the most heavenly scent Wei Ying has ever smelled before and his stomach wants it NOW, whatever it is. He gets out of bed at the same time that the door opens, and Lan Zhan walks in.

He's carrying a tray with a cover, and that delicious aroma is definitely coming closer.

Wei Ying waits for him to put the tray down before launching himself into Lan Zhan's arms. He's caught and held so tightly, as Lan Zhan revels in his lotus flower fragrance mixed with something that is inherently Wei Ying.

They spend a few moments just being together, until Wei Ying's stomach attempts to climb out of his body and eat something, because if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

Lan Zhan smiled indulgently and placed him back in the bed, putting the tray over Wei Ying's legs so it was closer to both of them. He remained sitting by his side, and they fed each other.

Breakfast was spicy noodles and plain ones, with congee and dragonfruit. Slices of apples in bunny shapes and diced kiwi and melon served as dessert. When Wei Ying finished eating, Lan Zhan wiped his mouth first, with the napkins he had brought.

"Is Wei Ying ready to start the day?" Lan Zhan asks him.

Wei Ying looks at what he's wearing now, and realises that Lan Zhan has already showered.

He pouts, and putting the tray to one side, he climbs into Lan Zhan's lap.

"First, my dear Husband, you owe me cuddles because, what the hell? Why are you dressed and ready to go? Why didn't you wake me?" He demands.

Lan Zhan wraps his strong arms around his body, pulling him flush against his body and huffing with amusement.

"Wei Ying is a sound sleeper. I doubt an orchestra could wake him."

Wei Ying nips at his earlobe playfully, a silent protest at what Lan Zhan is accusing him of.

There's a warning growl, but for now, Lan Zhan seems just as content to stay like this.

"There's something lovely about not having to rush in the morning," Wei Ying murmurs, playing with the ends of Lan Zhan's hair at his nape.

"Mn."

Peacefulness washes over them, listening to each other's hearts beating. Each moment blends into another, creating an uncomplicated joy. It is a profound silence that paints them with serenity, here in this quiet place.

There's nowhere to hurry, there are no appointments to complete, no meetings to attend. It is also the beginning of Lan Zhan's retirement from their family business, and although he's stepped back, he's left a competent replacement to help XiChen along. He's also offered to help out should XiChen need him, though he's of the opinion that this won't be necessary.

He wants to help Wei Ying in his business, if Wei Ying will allow him to, but there's another question: now that Wei Ying has come into a significant sum of money, and the hindrances to his profession have been removed, he's a free spirit. He can do whatever he wants to do.

"I can hear you thinking," Wei Ying licks the shell of his ear as it warms in response. "Husband."

The first sentence is innocent, maybe... but neither the action nor the last word are.

Lan Zhan struggles not to rip his bathrobe off. A few deep breaths later, and he's ready to talk.

"Wei Ying knows I have officially retired from the family business."

"How do you feel about that, Sweetheart?" Wei Ying hugs him tighter.

No matter how they looked at it, it was a momentous decision. Of course, Lan Zhan should process everything that came with it.

"Lighter." Lan Zhan says, surprising them both.

"Wow. Alright, then that's good." Wei Ying kisses his cheek.

"Mn. I had no idea that's how I felt. When Uncle forced me to accept the house and commit to living there, I was ... I felt lost." Lan Zhan struggles to put his thoughts into words.

It's always been difficult for him to express himself properly. But then, this is Wei Ying he's talking to. He's never had a problem with talking to him, in any capacity, and this fortifies his resolve.

He knows that he can tell Wei Ying anything, and there will be no judgement. It is so refreshing.

"I like not working there." Another honest admission.

"Have you thought about what you want to do, instead?" Wei Ying asks him, softly.

It's nice to be able to have an uninterrupted conversation that affects both of them. Just the two of them, lighting up their own path.

"Mn. I wish to join my husband's business. There's much to learn and mfphs -"

Lan Zhan can't speak because Wei Ying growls and attacks him, pushing him down on the bed and ravaging his mouth with his lips, his tongue hot, demanding and insatiable. How could Lan Zhan not know how much of a turn on it was, to have him openly admit that he wanted to join Wing Builders?

"Too many clothes!" Wei Ying complains as his fingers fumble with the tiny buttons.

Lan Zhan sits up, sticks two fingers on either side of the vertical seam, and rips it open in the hottest display of Lan arm strength Wei Ying has ever seen, and he can't hold himself back any longer. His hot mouth latches onto Lan Zhan's neck where his clever mouth sucks a blossoming flower, squirming on his lap.

"Is that a confirmation of employment?" Lan Zhan demands.

"YES! What did you think it meant?" Wei Ying shouts at him in disbelief. He goes in to kiss at the hollow of Lan Zhan's collarbone, when Lan Zhan holds him back for a second.

"I thought Wei Ying might have to put it to his board of directors. For approval?"

"Wen Qing won't mind, and neither will Wen Ning." Wei Ying lunges forward once more, and again, a hand on his face prevents him from carrying out his masterplan.

He whines in frustration.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" He pouts.

"I have a contract in mind." Lan Zhan is serious.

"We're easy going. Verbal contract okay?" Wei Ying asks him breathlessly. He wants to wrap this up as fast as possible.

"Acceptable." Lan Zhan huffs, his golden eyes fond and warm with amusement, when only seconds ago, a blazing fire had burned too brightly. "Please continue."

Wei Ying is so turned on by his professional voice, the one he probably reserves for the boardroom, and the fact that Lan Zhan wants to do this right NOW, is just adding to his flames.

"Well, we have to discuss terms." Wei Ying licks his lips, and as he watches Lan Zhan's beautiful eyes zeroing in on that small action, another plan comes to mind.

Desire could work both ways...

So he winks.

Lan Zhan's eyes widened, fractionally.

"What do you want out of your job? What do you expect?" Wei Ying can't help it; he's breathless already, and at this rate, it's not going to take him long.

"Full job satisfaction," Lan Zhan says, his eyes darkening.

"Guaranteed. I will make it my life's mission to make sure Lan Zhan is fully satisfied with his new job." Wei Ying bites down on his own bottom lip.

Lan Zhan moves closer, not touching him yet. But their mouths are so, SO close.

"Guaranteed?" He makes himself sound disbelieving. "How?"

"Lan Zhan hasn't stated any demands yet. That's the only way this will work." Wei Ying, unwilling to give in so easily yet, says this against Lan Zhan's lips. He flutters his eyelashes for good measure, pushing at Lan Zhan's self control.

That last action is a trial. He never understood how powerful a move it was, even when it made Lan Zhan tremble with need; and he was still experimenting. In terms of reactions though, that one was a solid ten.

"What does Lan Zhan want?" Wei Ying purrs. He's never tried to seduce Lan Zhan before, and he's discovering that it's so much fun.

The littlest things are making Lan Zhan all hot and bothered, and Wei Ying hasn't even tried yet.

Well, good, because this was his idea, Wei Ying thinks pettily. If he had his way, both of them would be on their way to round two right now.

"Ten kisses."

"Ten kisses? That's cheap!" Wei Ying taps his nose, pretending to think about it.

"Cheap?" Lan Zhan sounds annoyed.

It's so hot.

Wei Ying loves riling him up, for no other reason than to have Lan Zhan glare at him. It's a chain reaction, because he's learned how to tell when Lan Zhan can't think of anything but Papapa, and that in turn, makes Wei Ying burn with a fiery need.

"Ahuh..." the look on Lan Zhan's face is priceless, and Wei Ying is having a hard time keeping a straight face. "Plus, as your employer, I have demands of my own. Ones that must be fulfilled. Not doing so will result in breach of contract."

"State your case."

Good. Lan Zhan looks like he's right on the edge of whatever this is.

Wei Ying holds up a single finger.

"One, Wei Ying is not allowed to wake up alone."

Lan Zhan hasn't expected that at all, and he sees the naked vulnerability in Wei Ying's beautiful silver eyes, shining back at him full of hope.

"Done. Please accept my sincerest apologies for this morning. Even if one might have needed a loudspeaker to wake someone up." Amusement flickers in his gaze, fully focused on Wei Ying's face now.

Wei Ying shivers.

To cover that up, he says, waving a hand in dismissal, "words! We don't recognise lip service. If you are truly repentant, then please make sure it never happens again." He tries to sound as reprimanding as possible, stern and gruff.

Lan Zhan tries not to laugh openly.

"What about another type of lip service?" His large hands grip Wei Ying's hips hard, preventing him from wriggling.

"A-another k-kind?" Wei Ying is vibrating with need, desperate already.

And Lan Zhan knows it.

"Mn. A more...personal kind. Would Wei Ying be amenable to that?" One of his hands grasps the back of Wei Ying's neck, holding him tightly.

Wei Ying cannot move, and he feels like a dry twig. If Lan Zhan touches him one more time, he's scared he's going to lose all control.

And while he's been thinking, that sneaky devil has brought their faces together. A hair's breadth is what separates them now.

"What does my Boss say? Mn?"

Lan Zhan knows exactly what he's doing, and for once, Wei Ying feels out of his depth. But he's not going down without a fight.

"Then I need a demonstration of skills. We can't hire without proper recognition." His little pink tongue comes out to trace the outer line of Lan Zhan's lips.

It's a cheeky move, and has the desired effect. Like pouring gasoline on an open fire, desire rushes through them in a frenzy of need, as Lan Zhan slams their lips together.

If they're going to burn, they're going to burn together.

They light up like an incandescent flame, scorching away the need for more words, consumed by this carnal fire.

They lose themselves in the bliss that follows, finally banking down on dormant flames.

The tray was cast aside and now they're lying in a crumpled heap of panting bodies, trying to catch their breaths.

"That was fun," Wei Ying says, his eyes still closed.

"Mn."

"Actually, Lan Zhan...I've been thinking. For quite a while now."

Lan Zhan opens one eye cautiously. Wei Ying sounds serious.

That shouldn't be allowed, not when they're on holiday.

"Mn?" He prompts.

"Well, the thing is..." he sits up slightly, so that he's still lying on Lan Zhan's body but now he's raised himself so he can look into Lan Zhan's face, see what he thinks. "When people weren't exactly paying us, we were still busy. I know Wen Qing hated it that I did things for free, but those people really couldn't afford to. And they really needed the work done, that part is no less true."

His fingers are drawing a complex pattern on Lan Zhan's chest, mostly to distract himself from what he wants to say.

"What does Wei Ying have in mind?" Lan Zhan is fully awake now, listening intently.

"I... I want to make, like, a community group. One that provides apprenticeships for youngsters with nothing better to do. You know, rather than join a gang, or...or get into another kind of trouble, what if we were able to give kids a sanctuary? And we can teach them everything Uncle Four passed down to me. We could go door to door and give people an option of being able to pay us if they really want to, but otherwise it's a free service. Like a DIY charity. And really, it's a win-win, because the kids will have something to do, and the people who we will help will get their houses fixed. What do you think?" He finishes, looking so hopefully back at Lan Zhan, that it brings tears to the other's eyes.

Wei Ying gasps, and quickly kisses them away.

"I didn't think it was such a terrible idea," he protests.

"That's not why." Lan Zhan says, after bringing back some control. He does sit up then, and lifts Wei Ying's face up to slant their lips together.

This is a tender kiss.

Gone is the rush to make love to his mouth, instead this is the sweetest promise, a vow to follow in whatever they want to do. Lan Zhan has understood that Wei Ying is one of a kind, and his heart has the capacity to love the whole world. Lan Zhan feels like he has a lot to learn from him, yet.

"I think it's a great idea," he promises Wei Ying, when they part.

"Really?" Wei Ying squeals and throws his arms around his neck, kissing him everywhere.

Lan Zhan stands up, letting him do whatever he wants to.

This is his Boss now, and he'll have it no other way.

But right now, he has something to show Wei Ying, the reason why they've come to this country in particular. And they might be on privately owned property right now, but he's pretty sure the locals will have something to say if they go outside in their birthday suits.

One hot shower later, which took a bit longer because someone had frisky hands and an inability to keep them under control, and the other someone's self control was fried, and then they emerged, relaxed and happy.

Lan Zhan dries Wei Ying's hair, taking infinite care to brush it until it's shiny and ready to be tied up into a ponytail.

"Say, Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

"Where exactly are we?" Wei Ying finally asks.

He's been looking around, kind of anxious and many parts curious, but he hasn't actually said anything yet.

The rooms are furnished with the bare minimum, but it's awfully quiet for a hotel. Wei Ying hasn't seen anyone here yet, which is just weird.

"This is our home away from home." Lan Zhan tells him, kissing the top of his head, with a faint smile on his face.

"Home away from home?" Wei Ying echoes uncertainly. "What do you mean?"

"For a further explanation, Wei Ying has to come outside with me. But," Lan Zhan pulls out the mask again. It's his turn to be uncertain now. "In order for Wei Ying to see, he must first wear this so he does not spoil the surprise. Do you trust me?"

"It's got cute bunny ears! Lan Zhan! This is the sweetest thing!" Wei Ying lets his finger trace the top of the mask and the two pointed triangles, white on the outside but a baby pink fur on the inside. He slips the mask on easily, and yelps when Lan Zhan picks him up effortlessly, cradling his body closer to himself.

"I can walk!" Wei Ying says, but it's without any heat.

"Mn. But I enjoy picking up my husband. Holding him." Lan Zhan lowers his head to kiss the adorable scrunched up nose, as Wei Ying whines, embarrassed again.

They're wearing the most basic of layers, simple cotton trousers and white Hanfus. From this alone, Wei Ying knew it was going to be warm outside, and away from the air conditioning, it is.

He can feel Lan Zhan walking at a moderate pace, towards some goal that he has no idea of, and his mouth starts talking before his brain catches up.

"I love you so much, Sweetheart. So much that I'm scared of how powerful it is." Mortified, he hides his face in Lan Zhan's neck, but he smiles when he feels warm lips at his temple.

"As I love you. My Wei Ying." It is said with so much reverence that Wei Ying presses himself closer, his fingers clutching at the opening of Lan Zhan's hanfu.

Lan Zhan can feel how hot his face is, already.

And because one sense has been taken away, Wei Ying smells it first.

The sweet, sweet fragrance of delicate flowers newly bloomed.

He sniffs the air appreciatively, taking large lungfuls of it, that maybe like this, he can taste it for real.

Lan Zhan puts him down and wraps an arm around his waist.

"May I take it off now?" He asks tentatively.

Wei Ying wants to tease him some more.

"Actually, I rather like this, but if you want it, I'm sure I can be persuaded to-"

Lan Zhan gives him this kiss before he has to ask for it.

He wants to show Wei Ying how much he means to him, and as Wei Ying presses himself to rub up against his body, fists in his hair, Lan Zhan pours all of his love into where their mouths are ravishing each other.

The mask comes off, and Wei Ying opens his eyes.

His jaw drops, because he's heard of this place before, and he remembers telling Lan Zhan that he really wanted to come here one day. He's seen YouTube videos and travel shows of people who have come here, but!

Nothing, NOTHING can compare to actually being here.

The world is entirely pink, with rows and rows of cherry blossom trees in full bloom all around them. Petals swirl all around them, granting them a magical experience.

It is Sakura Season, and they are in Japan.

Like massive snowflakes drifting about them, filling the air with their sweet perfume, these delicate petals hang onto branches and whimsically float around them like tiny little miracles, pale pink and full of wonder.

Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan behind him, wrapping his strong arms around his waist and pulling Wei Ying to lean against his warm chest. Together, they watch this beautiful miracle unfold all around them, silent and peaceful.

It is the magic of life, the ebb and flow of unexpected chances, currents that toss them here and there, but through all that chaos, their love will remain true and perfect.

In a few days, the rest of their family will join them. They will share this visual delight with their loved ones, spend some quality time visiting the different parts of this special country, and they know, they can do anything if they're together.

THE END

A/N

Dear Beautiful Readers,

So what do you think? A perfect ending finally?

I really should be getting back to the other two books, so this is it. But I'm really glad I had the chance to give them some more happy times together.

WangXian Forever Amen!

Charlie