CH 50

All of the Lan had left and Wei Ying and Lan Zhan stood alone in the remains of what had once been their home. The black; charred and half collapsed remains of the cave along with the burnt ruins of the small houses that were scattered about was really like an arrow to both of their hearts. This was the place where both of them had really begun their relationship a few years ago, where they had truly bared their soul to each other for the first time. To both of them, as run down and lacking in bare necessities as YiLing had been, it had been their first home together. Even the ever stoic Lan Zhan had to fight back a small tear at the idea of such a special place being reduced to ruins not just once but twice, and the fact that this time when they left the chances where they would never return again.

Wei Ying was also looking over the deserted landscape, trying hard not to shiver both at the memories haunting him and the cold wind gusting through the valleys all of a sudden. Lan Zhan wrapped his arm around his love, pulling him closer into his body, sharing his own warmth. Wei Ying sighed both introspectively and contentedly.

'I should hate this place….' He began quietly, as if YiLing itself could be hurt by his words. 'I nearly lost my life here. I have been hunted here twice by people who thought I was the devil, why then do I feel sad I'm leaving again.'

It wasn't a question so Lan Zhan just held him tighter, allowing him time to come to the realisation himself. Silence fell between the two men for a few minutes before Wei Ying rested his head on his husbands shoulder. Wei Ying speaking again, just as quietly as before.

'I guess its because this place gave me a home when I had none. Gave me sanctuary and hope when the world outside wished me dead. This place gave me back the family I thought I had lost forever, it gave me a new sister and brother in Wen Qing and Wen Ning.' He paused and glanced up at Lan Zhan. 'This place gave me two of the three most precious things in my life, it gave me A-Yuan and it gave me you! It gave me such great gifts in the end, so how can I hate it?'

The tears that had sprung up in Wei Ying's eyes during the last few sentences flowed slowly down his cheeks. Lan Zhan's long, fine, finger appeared and wiped one away as still more appeared. Normally Wei Ying wouldn't let any weakness's of his show in public, but it was just him and Lan Zhan, he didn't care. As Lan Zhan wiped away the final tear from Wei Ying's red eyes, his solid arms and chest giving all the silent reassurance could, Wei Ying simply turned to smile up at his husband. Lan Zhan's throat bobbed, How did Wei Ying do manage to look ever more appealing than usual when he had been crying? Pulling his thoughts together Lan Zhan stroked the point on his husbands neck he knew both relaxed and enticed him.

'Shall we return home?' He asked simply. Standing quietly by waiting for a response.

Wei Ying didn't respond for a while, simply looked over the place he both hated and loved, the place that had been both prison and sanctuary. Slowly he knelt in the charcoal coloured dust and performed a slow kowtow. No words were exchanged between the two men as Wei Ying performed the strange right, however Lan Zhan understood what was happening and remained silent with his hands resting by his sides. Wei Ying was saying both thankyou and goodbye to this place before he left it forever. In the end though Wei Ying rose and turned his head towards the one person who had always been there, always grounded him no matter what. YiLing wasn't his home, neither was the Cloud Recess, Lan Zhan was. With a smile he wrapped his own arm around Lan Zhan's slim waist and nodded.

'Lets go home!'

The two eventually landed on their own courtyard at the Jingshi, both relieved to be home again. Really they should have told either Lan XiChen or Lan QiRen that they had returned but both felt a little heart weary from both the last few days and the past months spent apart, they just wanted some time together alone. To fulfil his requirements to his elder brother, and Sect Leader, Lan Zhan had sent a message butterfly as soon as they returned announcing they were back safely and wished some time alone at home. A response had come almost immediately that read 'will inform Uncle of your return and meet you both in two days, please attend' The message had made it clear that even though Lan XiChen understood their need to be together and alone after so long apart, he was also reminding them that the fallout over the past days actions wasn't necessarily over. Well if two days was all he could give them, Lan Zhan fully intended on making the most of it.

As soon as the doors where closed and the silencing wards had snapped up into place, Lan Zhan had grabbed Wei Ying and pulled him into a tight embrace. There was no trace of the man who had comforted a crying Wei Ying only hours before, this embrace held only desire and need that had been held at bay for to long. The embrace soon became a meeting of lips, then tongues. The kiss not even pretending to begin gently but seeming like both required the taste of the other more than they did oxygen. The lips of both were so forcefully locked together they seemed as one, noses uncaringly squashed against faces as hands roamed over bodies that hadn't been touched for months. Eventually though the lack of oxygen forced the two apart, panting as they looked into each others eyes. Wei Ying's hands were gripping the robes by Lan Zhan's shoulders while Lan Zhan's where wrapped securely round Wei Ying's waist.

As the two stood silently staring at each other, Lan Zhan couldn't help one of his hands moving on its own. Moving from its place on Wei Ying's waist forwards and down, looking for that hardness he knew so well, even if it would still be hidden behind layers of robes. Wei Ying gasped slightly and the corners of Lan Zhan's mouth turned up slightly, knowing he had found his target. Pressing down slightly more he used his other hand and the force of his larger frame to guide Wei Ying backwards until his back bumped up against the wall of the JingShi.

'Impatient aren't you!' Wei Ying teased laughing.

The laughter stopped though as Lan Zhan used his strength to pin one of Wei Ying's hands by the side of his head to the wall, and by squeezing a little with his other hand made Wei Ying gasp once again. The fire that was always present in Lan Zhan's eyes when he was turned on, seemed to have morphed into something else, something darker and deeper than before. Wei Ying couldn't help but stop talking when he held the gaze of those eyes.

'Impatient?' Lan Zhan asked, his voice gravelly as if he was forcing himself to use it. 'You have no idea how patient I have been over the few months…...How many times I have woken up from dreams of you being underneath me and ached to travel to YiLing just to make it come true. How many times at those meetings where the other Sects, where they wanted to defame your character. Do you know what I wanted to do?'

Lan Zhan's hand was slowly tightening making it extremely hard for Wei Ying to think let alone respond. In the end though he managed to speak without too much of a moan in his voice.

'You probably wanted to kill them'

'Wrong!' Lan Zhan said seriously as he pressed his body closer, forcing Wei Ying tighter against the wall. 'I wanted to pull you into the room, strip you down and push you onto you knees. Then I wanted them all to watch as the man they all feared, begged and pleaded with me to use him even harder.' Wei Ying swallowed deeply and Lan Zhan's gaze got deeper as he continued. 'You have no idea what I have been imagining since you left…..I'

Wei Ying found he couldn't listen to this any more. The way he was pressed up against the wall, Lan Zhan's body flush against his, made it perfectly obvious not only of his own response but of the others to. Placing his free hand on Lan Zhan's chest he pushed just hard enough for Lan Zhan to get the hint and lean back a little, giving him some space to breathe. Wei Ying looked up, catching the others eyes, holding them unblinkingly as he smiled.

'I never thought I would be saying this to you Lan Er-ge' He whispered hoarsely but trying not to laugh. 'But stop talking…...please….stop talking'

The corners of Lan Zhan's lips quirked upwards as he looked downwards.

'Wei Ying' he whispered just as hoarsely. 'If I stop talking I won't be able to control myself. And Wei Ying, I won't be able to be gentle for a while.'

Wei Ying smiled as he leaned forwards from the wall a little, making sure to move his hips where they were still pinned against his husbands. His free hand snaked up Lan Zhan's shoulder and round his neck, stroking the bare skin under the robes suggestively.

'I don't need you to be gentle. I need to feel you' He said smiling softly.

Lan Zhan didn't say anything, rather he lifted his husband up in his arms. One swift, practised, movement before moving them both over to the bed.

As he had warned Lan Zhan didn't even try to be gentle, and as promised Wei Ying didn't mind one bit. Their lovemaking went on for hours without a break, neither of them wanting to let go of the other. Their clothes hadn't lasted very long, they had been shredded within moments of the two hitting the bed. The mess on the floor was worse than it had been before, each pile containing a strip of what had once been a robes. The noises coming from both men where not even trying to be hidden, neither caring or knowing about what was going on around them. Their world had narrowed completely down to the touch, smell and sound of the body around them.

Eventually though Lan Zhan had forced himself out of the bed to use the bathroom and send a message butterfly off somewhere to order some food. Wei Ying had remained in bed staring up at the ceiling, relaxing at the view he hadn't seen in a long time and wondering when such a view became home. Both men hadn't bothered dressing before eating, took a little while to relax and then tumbled back into bed once again. This time though things where a little more leisurely. Eventually the two fell asleep exhausted, before waking up the next day and resuming things exactly like the day before. In the evening though the two decided to dress to eat, and that evening curled up into bed to cuddle before drifting into a deep sleep.