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As far back as Wei Ying could remember, he'd never even met Lan Wangji, nor had he seen a single picture. Why would Madam Yu waste even one byte of the internet to show Wei Ying one photo? Even a childhood photo would do at this point, but Wei Ying knew it was futile to try. He knew he'd only see Lan Wangji on his wedding day, and see Lan Wangji he did.
Though his face was covered by a red veil, he could make out the beginnings of a strong jaw, of his bulky presence right next to Wei Wuxian, how tall and big he felt. Wei Wuxian felt dizzy at the thought that he barely reached his chest. His strong and undeniably alpha scent filled Wei Ying with calm. Even as Lan Wangji and Wei Ying bowed before the heavens, even as Lan Wangji's large hands led him to their car, he acutely felt every touch, every breath. How his (now) husband leaned down by his veil to whisper his name. Despite himself, despite even hating the idea of another alpha owning him, of being married off like this, he couldn't help being drawn to Lan Wangji. Maybe, if it was Lan Wangji, he wouldn't mind. Maybe if he'd met Lan Wangji before, he'd have asked to marry him himself, no Madam Yu needed.
Wei Ying's heart pounded as he sat in the backseat of the car with his husband only half a hand away. Wei Ying had planned to be an absolute brat. He'd planned to make the alpha himself want to divorce him, but if it was Lan Wangji...
Maybe Wei Wuxian could grow to like him. Maybe Wei Wuxian would be amenable.
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Wei Wuxian had barely registered the apartment they'd walked into. Lan Wangji's apartment. No, now it was their apartment. As much Wei Ying's as Lan Wangji's.
Just like the bed. The bed that lay in the center of the room they'd just walked into. The bed on which Wei Ying sat, waiting for his husband. Wei Wuxian saw through the sheer red as Lan Wangji's large hands pulled his veil off. Slowly. Deliberately. He felt dizzy, his cheeks flushed as he wondered if Lan Wangji would like him. He wondered anxiously, probably for the first time if he was pretty.
But none of that mattered when he could see Lan Wangji. When he could see those golden eyes. They felt like honey. No, like ambrosia. Like they breathed life. The eyes that watched him with a sort of contempt. But that didn't register when he could see Lan Wangji in front of him, his face that seemed chiseled out of jade, his fingers that rested against Wei Ying's hair as he took in his appearance. To be under the scrutiny of his gaze, to be the full center of his attention, it took his breath away.
But abruptly, Lan Wangji turned away. Wei Ying's eye followed his movements as he reached for the glasses on the table, bringing them back to Wei Ying. Wei Ying flushed with need as they locked their arms, bringing their glasses to their lips. The room smelled like Lan Wangji, like sandalwood, like home. Wei Ying wiped his lips, lying back on the bed as Lan Wangji watched him, coming to hover over Wei Ying.
Then he, he buried his head in Wei Ying's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. Wei Ying's head rushed as his arousal climbed up higher and higher. This was their wedding night. He realised. Lan Wangji would see Wei Ying naked, would see him his most vulnerable, even though they'd only met a few hours ago. Somehow, this thought only made Wei Ying wetter.
And yet, Lan Wangji did nothing. He lay there with his nose buried in Wei Ying's neck, and then he eventually rolled over, laying beside Wei Ying on the bed. Oh. Wei Ying realised. He's marked my scent. He's really shy, it seems.
Wei Ying smirked. No deal, Wei Ying was ready to take initiative. Wei Ying climbed over the alpha, straddling him as he watched Wei Ying's movement through hooded eyes. Such a stoic face. I'd enjoy making him cry my name. Wei Ying reached to mark Lan Wangji's neck back when he was roughly pushed off.
Lan Wangji took a deep breath as he said, "No need." He offered Wei Ying his hand. "Here. You can mark me here. We don't know each other, so we don't have to do anything. Don't worry. I only marked you so other alphas would know you're mated."
He held out his hand expectantly, still wearing that stoic face. Mated? Wei Ying thought, But I'm not mated. Only married. This alpha seemed pretty possesive. Wei Ying smirked. Hmm. Really shy. Alright. Wei Ying would save him some face. Not tonight.
He bit Lan Wangji's wrist, as their scents fused together, the spicy notes of his lotus scents with the calming sandalwood. They went well together. Wei Ying's mind swirled with endless thoughts as his husband turned off the lights, and they lay next to each other, barely out of reach, still close enough to touch if they turned. Wei Ying smiled. His husband was really something.