Wei Ying tried to convey through his eyes that he was alright, despite the compromising position. He did not miss Jiang Cheng rolling his eyes.

The knife bit into the soft flesh at his neck and saw the raw rage in his husband's eyes. If they didn't do something soon, things might get out of hand. He knew they were ready to attack, so all that was needed was a distraction. And nobody was better than him at that.

He blinked three times purposefully and stamped really hard on the foot of his attacker, who completely did not expect it. Before he could make a sound, Wei Ying ducked and hoped for the best.

Zidian whipped through the air so fast, Wei Ying only smelled the burned flesh, hearing the scream seconds later. Bichen flew straight at the man but he jumped out of the open window.

Lan Zhan got to Wei Ying first.

Jiang Cheng caught his eye and said, "we're not done. I'll talk to you later." He ran out of the room to pursue the man.

Lan Zhan helped Wei Ying up, but Wei Ying clung to him desperately.

"I'm sorry." Lan Zhan whispered. "I should have been here."

"Yes, you should have!" Wei Ying leaned back to see his face. "Oh, no, you're not doing that. You're not allowed a pity party."

"Pity party?"

"Yes, that's what you're doing. I've seen that look before. I don't think I can handle my pain and try to make you feel better, too."

"Wei Ying is in pain." He let go of him and pulled out the pain medicine, brewing and presenting it with astounding efficiency.

"Don't think you're forgiven!" Wei Ying drank the formula bitter though it was.

Lan Zhan took the cup and then stared at him.

"What?"

"What does Wei Ying want?"

He looked so uncertain and helpless, Wei Ying immediately forgave him.

"That's easy, I just want you." He pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. "Please, just hold me." He couldn't keep the vulnerability out of his voice.

Strong arms, shaking slightly, wrapped around him, providing a cocoon of safety.

"I nearly lost you." Lan Zhan kissed his forehead.

Wei Ying hummed quietly. "But you didn't. I thought that was quite cool, how we all worked together. He obviously came in through the window."

Lan Zhan kissed him to shut him up, and Wei Ying discovered through the urgency, desperation and pure love that he felt from the other, was hidden the deep rooted fear of loss. So in turn, he poured all the love he could, into his kiss.

"I just want to listen to your heart beating." Wei Ying burrowed into his chest and Lan Zhan just felt a mixture of gratefulness and relief. Minutes later, he felt Wei Ying completely relax, finally asleep.

He lay him down and gently kissed all over his face.

"I'm too tired to reciprocate!" Wei Ying mumbled, sleepily. He weakly pulled Lan Zhan on top him and passed out.

*****

The next morning, Wei Ying woke up in a tangle of limbs. He smiled, happy because he was allowed to wake up like this for the rest of his life. He rolled over onto his husband, who opened a single golden eye.

"Good morning, my husband!" Wei Ying beamed at him before kissing him senseless.

"How do you feel?" Lan Zhan traced the red mark at his throat, remnants of a dormant anger flickering in his eyes.

"That's just a scratch, don't worry. And I am feeling... really hungry." His stomach growled in agreement.

Lan Zhan was up and out of bed before he could blink. He whined in protest.

"Wei Ying must rest. I will bring food." He left and Wen Ning came in.

From the look on his face, Wei Ying sighed internally. How many people did he have to make feel better, when he was the one who had been attacked?

He patted the spot next to him, not inclined to actually get up.

Wen Ning wouldn't look at him.

"Wen Ning, you stop that right now!" He said, forcing him to look at him.

"But Master-"

"It wasn't your fault. The whole thing was a surprise, and how can we plan for something unexpected?" He did get up then, to hug the upset man. Wen Ning was never vocal in many words as to how he felt, but Wei Ying could tell with just a look.

"Now we know how important the knife is to him, we can expect another attempt. We can be ready then, don't worry."

Lan Zhan was surprisingly fast with the food, and Wei Ying was faster at eating it.

"Thish is fabulush!" He exclaimed around the food in his mouth.

"No talking while eating."

*****

They were joined by Jiang Cheng later. He sat at the table and stared at Lan Zhan.

Who ignored him.

Wei Ying looked between the two and understood what was going on.

"You better let him get it out of his system." He patted his hand and continued to stuff his face.

"Where were you? Why did you leave him?!" Barely controlled rage was wrapped around the words.

"I apologize. It should not have happened."

"That's it? That's all you've got to say for yourself?"

"Jiang Cheng-" Wei Ying was about to say.

"You! Don't interrupt, this has nothing to do with you!" Jiang Cheng shouted and went back to glaring at Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan couldn't look at him. Everything he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he looked at Wei Ying in misery.

"Right, that's it." Wei Ying slammed his hand on the table, shocking the other two. He pointed at Jiang Cheng. "You, do not get to bully my husband. We have sorted it, end of discussion."

"But he left you-"

"He did not mean to. We received a lot of information yesterday, some of it bad and-"

"What? What was bad? Tell me!"

"I'm trying to!" Wei Ying shouted back. "If you just shut up and listen!"

Jiang Cheng nodded and leaned back, listening.

"So..." Wei Ying began. "The knife has a demon inside, who wants us to help him free his brother because they were cursed into possessing the knife, we have to stop the guy who attacked us last night within sixty, no, make that fifty nine days, from killing a hundred and eight dragons, one of which is probably Shen Qing, because if we don't, we won't get another chance because he'll be too strong, and apparently I'm cursed." He stopped to breath.

"What?"

"Don't make me say that again," Wei Ying smiled, wearily. "But do you think the 'great danger' bit was last night?" He asked Lan Zhan, suddenly excited.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes.