Ch 27

As soon as he got close to Lan Zhan's door he realised what they meant by banging and crashing. It sounded like Lan Zhan was having a fight with all the objects in the room. Without bothering to knock, after all if he was being attacked knocking would just show the attacker that help was outside, he opened the door and walked in. Thankfully he shut the door behind him as the room looked a mess, but fortunately it didn't look not like anything was broken. Lan Zhan was currently faced away from him swinging Bichen around in mid-air trying to pierce a training circle designed for an arrow not a sword. Which probably explains his lack of success. Wei Ying thought to himself while trying not to laugh at the bizarre scene as he spoke gently into the room.

'Lan Zhan!'

As soon as he spoke the atmosphere in the room changed. Lan Zhan stilled for a moment and Wei Ying felt something rise around the room. Lan Zhan had obviously raised some kind of shield but he didn't know what, was it to keep him in or someone out? He didn't have time to work it out though as at that moment Lan Zhan turned and any laughter got stuck in his throat. Lan Zhan's eyes where glazed over, the front of his robes where wet and his grip on Bichen was all wrong. Wei Ying took a deep breath before stepping forwards and taking the object out of his other hand and holding it up.

'Lan Zhan why were you drinking alcohol?'

Lan Zhan just stared at him, his eyes never flinching from his own.

'Mine!' he eventually slurred before reaching out towards Wei Ying.

Wei Ying of course was sober so could easily dodge. Throwing the wine bottle on the floor where it shattered. Silently praying that whatever shield Lan Zhan has raised cut off all sound out of the room, then no one would come running and see a drunken Lan Zhan in such a state.

'No not yours, I think you've had enough.' Wei Ying admonished.

Surprisingly though Lan Zhan paid no attention to the spilt wine on the floor but rather moved again over to Wei Ying. This time grabbing hold of his robes with one hand and cupping his cheek with another. Wei Ying just stood still, confused.

'Mine!' Lan Zhan repeated again.

'I already told you, you've had eno…..'

Wei Ying's words where cut short when Lan Zhan's lips closed in on his. His tongue darting inside his mouth playing with his own, no not playing, trying to control his own. When Wei Ying tried to move either his lips or tongue he would find Lan Zhan their to control that movement or stop it altogether. He still wasn't sure what was going on when Lan Zhan broke off the kiss and looked directly at him.

'Lan Zhan!' He asked questioningly, trying not to wince at the smell of alcohol coming from his breath.

Again Lan Zhan didn't reply he just simply pulled the fake headband off of Wei Ying's forehead and swiftly used it to tie his wrists together. When Wei Ying tried prevent his wrists being tied, Lan Zhan simply grabbed both wrists with one hand and finished securing the ribbon with the other. No matter how hard Wei Ying tried to free himself the vice like grip of Lan Zhan was to strong. Wei Ying's head was spinning, he had never seen Lan Zhan drunk before but surely he didn't want to kill him? He knew he had been angry with him for days but this was all too much.

The spinning in his head meant that a pulling motion snapped him back into the room only to find his hands now being secured above his head to the top of the bed….he did a double take…..top of the bed! When did he end up in Lan Zhan's bed? Lan Zhan seemed totally oblivious to Wei Ying's growing mental whiplash and was humming to himself as he finished securing the ribbon to the bed frame.

Wait...Lan Zhan was humming!...as in actually humming! This was all to strange for Wei Ying's mind to figure out.

'Lan Zhan!' Wei Ying tried again. 'Lan Zhan your drunk you need to wake up!'

The only response Lan Zhan gave to his words was to place a hand over his mouth limiting all future communication to a few grunts. While his free hand proceeded to unfasten the ties holding Wei Ying's outer and then inner robes together, slowly opening each robe in turn until Wei Ying's bare torso was on display for him to see. Stroking his free hand over the bare chest and down the abdomen, stopping only when the bare skin gave way to the fabric of Wei Ying's trousers, Lan Zhan still slurred as if speaking to himself.

'Mine'

It was then Wei Ying's brain seemed to come back to life, at least partly. He now knew what Lan Zhan was wanting, trying to do. What he didn't know was why. Lan Zhan had ignored him for days, not even spoken two words to him that weren't a correction of one rule or another, and now he wanted this! Lan Zhan's hand had ventured further down, cupping and playing with Wei Ying's groin through the fabric causing him to groan involuntarily. Wei Ying couldn't think any more about what was going on, he just felt himself responding to that hand, it felt so good he couldn't focus.

Lan Zhan's brain wasn't working right. He had too many images in it that didn't make sense, to many images that made him angry, upset and needy all at once. All emotions jumbling together. Images of Wei Ying with a child in his arms smiling at him. Images of Wei Ying running around playing with the child at the Wen Village a few days ago, looking so happy and content. Images of Wei Ying, himself and a woman stood at the gate to the Cloud Reccess, and Wei Ying turning away from him to leave with the woman forever. She could give him what he couldn't, could give him what he needed. Wei Ying was who he had wanted since the day he had seen him and he was already walking away from him for some unknown woman who could give him the one thing Lan Zhan couldn't...a child. The images and emotions were causing Lan Zhan to almost loose focus on reality. The only thing he saw in front of him right now was Wei Ying, he was here, in his room, at this moment. Lan Zhan made a split second decision that, that if it even only for that one night, if this was all fate was allowing him, he wasn't going to share Wei Ying with anyone else.

"'All mine' came Lan zhan's voice, this time not only slurred but full of obvious need and want.

Wei Ying nodded, unable to speak behind Lan Zhan's hand, although suddenly he let out a yelp that made its way even through the makeshift gag. Trying to move his head and eyes to see what had just happened Lan Zhan smiled and removed his restraining hand. Wei Ying could then move his head enough to see the bite mark that had appeared on his chest.

'Hey!…...No!' he said as firmly as he could with Lan Zhan's other hand still playing with him.

Lan Zhan simply smiled and leant down again, another slight pain signalled another bite before a gentle damp sensation as Lan Zhan licked his handy work to soothe the new mark. Wei Ying tried to pull out of the binding holding his hands tied. Lan Zhan seemed like he didn't want to listen to him and was going leave marks all over before he was done. He didn't know if he wanted to strangle the man or hug him right now.

A few hours later Wei Ying was still having the same thought, did he strangle Lan Zhan or did he hug him. Although now he wasn't sure if this was the drunken Lan Zhan's way of actually killing him. He knew they had had sex together before when he was the one drunk at YiLing, but he couldn't remember much about it except waking up and feeling tired and sore the day after. However he didn't think it would have lasted this long. Lan Zhan hadn't stopped for hours! Wei Ying had known he had stamina but he wished he would stop soon. Even if Lan Zhan didn't need to sleep he did, and he had long ago lost feeling in his hands.

Lan Zhan's thrusts however showed no sign of slowing. He moved deep inside Wei Ying, alternating between slow and gentle and fast and fierce, without any signal of the changes. It was sending him mad as his body was getting over stimulated and under stimulated one after the other. Just as he would get close to release Lan Zhan would slow down causing him to want to strangle him once more. His mouth moved from Wei Ying's lips to his chest, where he had left a series of bite marks. Every now and then Lan Zhan would murmur in a voice mixed with desire and Wei Ying was sure he heard a hint of sadness.

'Only mine!'

However Wei Ying no longer had the mental capacity to work out why their would be sadness in the voice, he was no longer capable of thinking anything...just feeling the intense pleasure all over his body where Lan Zhan had been touching him.

Wei Ying had hours ago figured out that Lan Zhan meant HE was his. At the beginning, the idea that Lan Zhan was doing all this to own him put a slight dampener on his response. However as the time went on he realise if all Lan Zhan had wanted was to control him while he pleasured himself then he had achieved that by simply tying his hands, he couldn't escape. The shield put up around the room was obviously an oral shield otherwise people would have been in the room by now wondering what was going on with all the noise they were making, and probably had a heart attack when they found the famous HanGuang Jun with a naked junior Gusu disciple tied up on his bed. Obviously Lan Zhan wanted to please him as much as himself so the whole 'Mine' thing must mean something else. This didn't stop Wei Ying from getting an unexpected warmth in his heart the first time he had responded to Lan Zhan's words with his own.

'Yes, only yours!'

At the time he had said it just to respond to Lan Zhan, but somehow it felt right, and with each time he had repeated those words in the last few hours the more right it felt. Lan Zhan groaned, on the edge of coming once again, his already slick hand stroking Wei Ying's shaft teasing him to the edge at the same time. Wei Ying couldn't help it, didn't want to, as Lan Zhan released into him for what seemed the hundredth time that evening Wei Ying released to adding to the mess already clearly visible on Lan Zhan's stomach. This time though Lan Zhan seemed to finally be tired, he kissed Wei Ying on the lips gently as he withdrew. Wei Ying couldn't help but wince slightly, after hours of abuse he felt exhausted and sore, but he happily kissed him back gently.

'Lan Zhan' He spoke gently trying not to provoke anything else from him, after all it was obvious that Lan Zhan drunk was nothing like the normal Lan Zhan. Not that Wei Ying actually had a problem with the drunk Lan Zhan, he found him kind of fun. 'Lan Zhan I can't sleep with my hands tied like this. I can't feel them any more.'

Lan Zhan simply nodded and untied the knotted forehead band from around the bed frame and Wei Ying's wrists before wiping his hands on his opposite arms and flattening it out. Wei Ying just wanted to sleep but Lan Zhan insisted he retie the ribbon back in place, making sure it was all neat and tidy, amazingly his own ribbon still looked pristine.

'Mine' Lan Zhan said again, only this time he smiled as he stroked the ribbon on Wei Ying's forehead.

'How can you manage to say more with less words when your drunk?' Wei Ying laughed massaging his wrists.

Lan Zhan only looked down at him still stroking his forehead gently. Wei Ying smiled but decided to change the topic.

'Lan Zhan I'm tired, I need to sleep' Wei Ying responded slowly, making sure Lan Zhan understood which sleep he meant. After all, he did need actual sleep.

Nodding again Lan Zhan laid down next to Wei Ying and held him in his arms, like he had done all those nights when they shared a bed in the JingShi. Wei Ying was too tired to try and work out why the night had happened the way it had, or why Lan Zhan's temper and desire had changed so radically. He just wanted to sleep. Before he even realised he was resting his head on Lan Zhan's arm instead of the pillow his eyes had already closed.