Notes: Eeeerrrr… so in context. There is no context. But… Well.
1. I don't know what I have done. The idea just... sparked, one day and the following, I was writing this. Please don't be too judgemental, I am as confused as you.
2. To clarify the idea that poped: the Lan sect is like the Jedi council. They are strict, follow the rules and must be impartial and just during conflict. They just resolve matters of the dark side of the force, fight evil, etc. Basic stuff.
3. In its path, WY is just going to… turn. He was a padawan but events made him use the dark side of the Force to help innocents and he used the anger and frustration and all the negative emotions to become stronger and save more people. He believes wrongly he's a Sith. He doesn't want the appellation Jedi anymore. He doesn't really like Sith either but that's how he feels he's like.
4. WE DONT NEED JEDI OR SITH IN FACT BUT WHO CARES?
5. Of course, LZ loves WY. I mean, how can't he?
6. Of COURSE, WY loves LZ but he cannot say. because he knows the way of the Lan (Jedi = no relationship) and he's a bad guy so he can't.
7. It's weird I'm sorry HAHAHA.
8. Enjoy… I don't know what I've done here.

9. Crossposted with Ao3 (I forgot to post here when releasing...)

For outsiders, the exchange was not a fight, but a dance. For outsiders, it didn't look like they were battling to death, rather moving around each other with grace and mastery. Yet, the powerful force emanating from them showed a mixture of resentment and hope. No one but them in this old abandoned station would be able to notice any of it.

The light versus the dark. How many times such a battle had sparkled between the two sides of the Force, without one never giving up to the other? Every clash of sabers colored walls of purple light and neither the blue or the red was overtaking the other.

Wherever there is darkness, light would shine and brighten it. But with light comes the shadow.

"Wei Ying, please stop!" tried again the white flurry, avoiding the red light saber with a fluid side step.

"You just want to catch me and lock me up," the other one spat. "I won't let you do it. There is still so much to be done."

Silence followed the words and the man in black could see the hurt on the face of his adversary. Why, though, he didn't dare ask. Despite the tinge it pulled in his heart, he ignored it and continued fighting.

He launched himself in another desperate attempt to push away his opponent. However, he felt like he could never really reach him, his red lightsaber always cutting the wind the Jedi left after avoiding the attack.

The struggle continued for some few minutes, and the more the time passed, the more restless Wei Ying became, and the more desperate Lan Zhan called where.

Blinding rage and frustration took over the heart of the Sith, and his movements became less precise. He seemed to miss the resolution that Lan Zhan took after their last exchange of blades parrying.

In what looked to be a few seconds, the Jedi let go of his saber and plunged towards his former friend that just reacted by pointing his own blade towards him and-

"No!"

Everything stood still, silent, as if no more life was breathing in the area.

And it might have been it, if not for the slow exhale coming out from between Lan Zhan's lips.

"No, no…"

Clattering on the floor, the now-retracted dark light saber rolled from them and the pale hands of its owner brushed over the white robe, trying to get to the area where…

"I could have killed you."

The arms of the Jedi circled the shoulders of Wei Ying, slowly.

"I could have killed you," the young man said again. "If not for you knowing I wouldn't- At, At the last moment- I… I could have killed you."

Tears started to gather in Wei Ying's eyes and his voice broke down, repeating the same words again and again.

His hands caught the soft fabric, pulling Lan Zhan against him as he cried like he never had before. His fingers disappeared between the fold of the cloth, trying to bury himself in them to be as close as possible to his friend. Always saying the words of what could have been, but wasn't.

Lan Zhan had a small smile, cradling his friend to bring comfort.

Finally, Wei Ying raised his face to look at the Jedi, deposing a palm on each of his cheek.

"I could- I wouldn't, I can't live without you, Lan Zhan," he sobbed. "What if I hadn't- No, no! I love you Lan Zhan, I can't be without you."

"You're not and will not be without me," Lan Zhan soothed, his lips brushing Wei Ying's eyes to kiss them lightly and take the tears away.

"I could have killed you," Wei Ying lamented again. "What if I hadn't pulled back my weapon? What if you had been pierced by it? You would have made your killer out of me, Lan Zhan."

He started punching the man on his chest with a clenched fist, but not strong enough to do more than slightly shaking him.

"You would have condemned me to death, too."

Lan Zhan didn't say more, only delicately putting a hand under Wei Ying's chin and raising his face to him. He removed the tears with the sleeve of his robe, appreciating the red taint of the cheeks under his fingers. Fingers that went to caress more of the soft but wet skin, until his thumb reached his lips where he placed a light kiss with his own.

"I know you'd never kill me. And let me show you why."