By now, Lan Wangji had noticed the tendency. He wasn't too sure whether Wei Ying was aware of it, but his calculating mind saw the correlation quickly. Every time after they'd had intense sex, Wei Wuxian would fall into a sort of lethargy, always seeking to cuddle, to hold him, to touch him, cling to him even more than the usual amount.
He didn't mind; he loved it.
Only this time it was extreme.
Just like a very, very old cat, Wei Ying would sneak and just relax next to him, snuggling into him. It didn't really matter what he was doing, or where he was. He could be in the kitchen, cooking: Wei Ying would just approach, noiselessly, and hug his waist. And if attention was not paid to him immediately, he would just slide down, sit on the floor, and hug his knees.
On another occasion, Lan Wangji would be sitting on the sofa, and his lover would just zombie-walk into the room, sit on the floor and bury his face in his lap, hugging his waist again, absolutely silently.
It was even worse in the bathroom.
They would take all their showers together now, no exceptions, and Wei Ying would always tease him insanely much, touching him, mumbling dirty words in his ear, making him blush, seducing him into petting and masturbation, and he gave in, every time, helplessly, silently, too weak to object, absolutely loath to push him away.
And it was even much worse in the bedroom...
The nights were mostly sleepless now, full of mad kissing and warm caresses, so full of tenderness and love that his heart was breaking. If this was married life – how come his parents ruined it so badly?! This bliss? How come they grew apart so much, putting an abyss between themselves, ruining their children's lives?
Why marry someone if you didn't love them madly, truly, fully? Why would anyone do this?!
So irresponsible.
Ruining so many lives.
He was determined to cut this tendency in its very root. He didn't want his children... well, if... in case they... ever...
He didn't want any children of his to be so neglected. No child deserved to be so miserable, at such a young age. At any age, really.
***
He often thought about his Ge.
Was he just as happy now? Was he going to propose to that ridiculous... boy?
Was he going to forget about him...? Then, into the future, when he was supposed to be happily married?
Would they grow apart too, just like their DNA commanded?
He missed him.
Now his days and nights, his life, were full of his love, but this was another kind of love, an older, deeper, darker kind of love.
***
They hadn't talked about it yet. That serious kind of talk that he knew was coming up. But then, Wei Ying didn't seem to be in a hurry to have that either. He only seemed to be in a real hurry to long for his embrace, his voice, his praise, his stroking.
Yes, the days were anxious, but also – the best in his life.
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It was snowing again.
Wei Ying didn't want to go anywhere; he didn't want to do anything. Just like a cat, he just wanted to be lazy.
Sometimes, thoughts, anxious thoughts about the sex shop would cross his mind, and he would wonder what Lan Zhan's plans for that might be, but he chased those away. His lover was far too responsible and dutiful to ignore something serious if it was truly urgent.
He loved him so much.
He wanted him so much.
He craved for him far too much.
The mere scent of his body would lure him, lead him, and he would follow it – wherever Lan Wangji might go. His warmth was magical, his protection was everything, his angel love was Wei Ying's life blood.
It felt like a spell.
He was aware of it, but he didn't want to change it.
He realized fully that he was being childish, but until Lan Wangji pushed him away, told him off, asked him to stop – his mind was made up to just be with him, as much as was humanly possible. He craved to have him inside, on a deeper level, often wondering what might be deeper than sex, than a marriage. But he undoubtedly needed it. This supernatural bond.
The one Wangji shared with his Ge...
He was a sore half that was craving to reunite with another craving half, to be spliced and never separated again.
Because every separation hurt way too much.
***
The new fad was potatoes.
He was awfully grateful that the fridge was suddenly void of avocadoes, but Lan Zhan was taking the doctor's advice to the next fucking level, and now every meal was potatoes.
He had joked, quite unwisely, that the blond boy might just put crisps into cookies now, and Lan Wangji had taken it upon himself to find recipes of sweetmeats, containing potatoes, so those were on the menu too.
Wei Ying sulked and wondered whether he was doing it on purpose.
But no.
There truly was zero percent pretense in Lan Zhan's soul. His mind didn't operate this way. He preferred to keep silent if he didn't know something, or when he was angry – a burst of emotion meant that he was truly, deeply shaken. Wei Wuxian learnt to recognize this.
He was enjoying this quiet love. He loved this innocence, this open heart. He felt he needed to protect it, because it was so easily bruised, bleeding – this dear heart, worn on the sleeve.
Very often, he deeply regretted his initial plan to trick him, to cheat him out of his money. Of course, this plan was never put into motion, not really, but he still had bad conscience about it, and he was trying everything in his power to atone. It was very plain to see that Lan Wangji wasn't mad at him for it, but still.
He was a different person now.
Their quiet love was healing all the bitterness in him.
He really wanted to marry him. No one was better than him.
No one was better for him, either.
He knew that that talk was coming up. And he wanted to avoid it.
He wanted to avoid anything that might get Lan Zhan upset.
