A/n: Before I start, I would liked to say, I have changed the theme a little for my liking and yours, ofcourse. This chapter is going to have light fluffy smut, so "whoever ain't liking fluffy smut" jump to the next chapter... or not
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When I sleep,
I think of you.
When I am awake,
I seek you.

My life is you,
My love is you.

Without you,
There is no me.

Scars for lifetime,
Is a remembrance of the past,
With you around,
They scare me no more.

"Lan Zhan" he calls my name as my head bangs against the table "don't tell me you're asleep?" He pushes my shoulders and I murmur something illegible.

"I can't believe you're asleep" he huffs "you haven't changed at all, have you?". I am about to say something, when he quickly looks around and walks out of the room.

Where are you going Wei? Scared that he's annoyed with me, in haste, I don't even bother to wear my boots properly. Have to stop Wei from leaving. I quietly follow him and my steps halt when I hear him play his flute.

What? A distinct noise of the chains clanging together could be heard and that's when I realise, I have heard them before too. From beyond the shadows, I see him.

Wen Ning. The Ghost General.

Wei Ying's Ghost General. Wasn't he burnt away? Didn't Jin GuangShan declare that the Wen Clan has been annihilated? But before I could comprehend further, I witness Wei Ying caress Wen Ning's hair.

My anger from before resurges and my Bichen is ever ready to strike. He once injured my clan, but today seeing Wei Ying and Wen Ning together, huddled in a dark alley, my annoyance reaches its peak.

I see Wei pull out a needle from Wen Ning's head and as he turns, his face pales when he sees me.

"Lan Zhan" he squeeks "what are you doing here?" not bothering to answer Wei, my anger is directed towards Wen Ning. In a swift move, I hit him on his head "Go Away".

"Lan Zhan!" Wei shouts. Turning to look at him, seeing him protect Wen Ning, I dodge Wei and yet again push Wen Ning. Happy when he staggers away, I pull Wei with me "Let's go".

"Alright, Lan Zhan but first, let me send Wen Ning back" he purses his lips on the flute and my annoyance is back.

"Don't play for him" I look at Wei's lips "don't ever play for him" only play for me Wei. Please.

"Alright, alright, how about I play a tune for you" he grins and plays his flute. Moments later he pulls me with him and I know, Wen Ning is no longer present. Smart Wei Ying, trying to placate me and protect Wen Ning.

"Sit" he commands and I obey as he brings a bowl of water for me "you never could hold your drink, could you?" He smiles warmly "what should I do with you Lan Zhan?"

Naughty thoughts enter my mind. A lot of things Wei, a lot of things.

Crouching in front of me, his fingers caress my cheeks carefully. I close my eyes, basking in its warmth, when his fingers slowly seek the knot of my band. In a quick precise motion, he tugs it and the band flutters away.

I pull in a breath as I peer into his eyes. Long ago, he pulled my band when he fell from the cliff of the Nightless City. A memory that has haunted me forever, but this moment, shall replace the pain. This moment, I am completely giving my consent, myself to you, my Wei Ying.

I love you.

His eyes shine as he bring the wet towel to clean my face "Why are you looking at me like that Lan Zhan?"

"How am I looking at you?" I enquire and a light blush creeps into his face "like you want to devour me" he looks away.

You're right Wei Ying. I want to more than devour you. I want to feel your pulse racing. You calling my name. Your moans are named after me.

"Do you want to drink some water?" He questions and turns away from me, when I quickly dip my face into the bowl of water. Not to drink it, but to cover my hot face.

Lan Zhan, such perverted thoughts!

"Lan Zhan!" Wei yelps "what are you doing? Why are you being this difficult tonight?" He pulls me up and wipes my face with the back of his sleeves "it is a good thing that Gusu rules forbids you to drink. If everyone are like you, then you all should be spanked when you even think of drinking" he pouts.

If someone should be spanked, it's not me, my dear. It's you. I don't dare say it aloud.

"Lan Zhan?" Wei whispers.

"Hm"

"Could I ask you something?"

"Hm" you can ask me whatever you want.

"Have you broken any rules?" Wei's eyes look sad.

"Yes" I don't want to lie.

"Have you consumed the Emperor's Smile under your secret cabinet?" He wriggles his eyebrows and I laugh inwardly. So you found the hidden compartment! Oh my dear Wei, they're not for me. They are for you. They were always for you. I kept them all these years with a hope that you'd be back to consume them.

"No I haven't" I answer.

"Lan Zhan, do you like someone?" A small doubt creeps into his eyes as I answer him truthfully "Yes"

"Who?" He enquires quickly and I remain quiet. You, my Wei Ying.

"Is it Jiang Cheng?" He laughs as I make faces.

"Someone from the clan?" I shake my head.

He then points at himself and my world stops.

I just have one word "Mine".

His eyes widen and in the spur of the moment, I pull him towards me. My arms band against his waist and he gasps as my hand holds his neck in place.

Oh so slowly, I remove the knot of his ribbon and his hair covers his entire back. His ribbon meets mine on the floor and I slowly walk him back to the bed.

Pinning him with my gaze, I untie my outer robe and it falls away gracefully. Right now, standing in front of him, in a thin see through cloak, I remove all my inhibitions as my one knee touches the bed and the second one joins his partner too.

Crawling over Wei, my right hand cups the nape of his neck and my lips are so close to his. His sweet breath fans my face and I can feel his slight tremors.

"Lan Zhan, how is it your face is not even flushed?" He gulps at our proximity, when I bring his hand to my chest where my heart is "Don't see the face. Feel the heartbeat" right now they are erratic.

"Lan Zhan" he whispers "you're drunk". I close my eyes and place my forehead on his. Slowly my nose trails against his, my lips softly kiss his cheeks, his chin, his jaws and lastly I palce the most softest kiss on his forehead.

My other hand removes the sash tying his robes together and they open for me to cherish. His pale white chest, smooth torso, makes me salivate.

My fingers slowly caress his sternum. I place a small kiss on his colorbone and I smile when he gives me way, he turns his head when I kiss his sweet spot and when he gasps and whispers my name "Lan Zhan" and just like that, I realise, what I am doing right now, is not right. He isn't mine yet.

Trying to control my urge, I fall beside him and cover my eyes. With the other arm, I bring him close to me, his legs entwine with mine, he looks at me with a question "Lan Zhan?"

"It's 9. Sleep" that's the only excuse I could come up with.

"Your drunk and yet you follow a proper sleep system. Commendable" he comments sourly and guilt seeps within me.

Should I tell him?

Should I tell him... I wasn't drunk!

There was a time, when I used to get drunk with just one sip, but for the past 13 years, me drinking almost every night to forget my pains, has made me immune to it.

Dear Wei, when you thought I was drunk, I knew, the only way to get close to you, without any inhibitions, was acting drunk.

Sorry love.

But I am not sorry. *hic*

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