Vermillion (28)

Wei Ying is a vision above him with his head thrown back and eyes half closed.  He lets out a groan when he lifts off of him, only to gracefully slide back down to sheath him deep within again.

“Lan Zhan,” the escort moans, “you feel so good.”

So far, he’s been able to restrain himself from moving and thrusting up into the wonderful heat that surrounds him.  He’s allowed Wei Ying to take what he wants at his own pace, but he’s close to breaking.

“When I swear my oath tomorrow, it will not be to Gusu, but to you… to us,” Wei Ying promises.  His voice is breathy and Lan Zhan loves how wrecked he looks. 

His hands slide from the back of Wei Ying’s thighs to his hips. He wraps his fingers around to encompass fleshy mounds.

“My oath will make me yours,” Wei Ying continues to say as he moves his hips.

This time he’s unable to keep still.  He thrusts up with a possessive growl.

“It doesn’t matter who is touching me, I’ll still be yours.” Wei Ying gasps when he thrusts even harder.  “Lan Zhan, do you like that? Do you like hearing that I’m yours?”

“Wei Ying is mine,” he asserts, holding him firmer and guiding his hips down to meet his upward thrust. 

Wei Ying hums and falls forward onto him.  Their mouths meet and he doesn’t hesitate to plunge his tongue into his lover's open mouth.

He rolls, taking Wei Ying with him.  The escort lets out a breathy moan and wraps his legs around him, to pull him in deeper.  Lan Zhan draws back to look at him.  He hates the thought that in a few days Wei Ying will be back at Vermillion.  A fire burns in him at the idea that there will be others touching Wei Ying. 

He wants to leave a permanent mark on Wei Ying. One that matches those on his thighs. One that is as purple as the marks on his neck. A warning to heed off all others, a mark in the shape of his name, so those who see it will know Wei Ying belongs to him.

Wei Ying must see the dark thoughts that settle over him, because he reaches up a hand to caress the side of his face.  “Lan Zhan,” he coaxes, “I’m here with you.  Nothing will come between us.”

He closes his eyes and lets Wei Ying’s voice quell the rage that is brewing. 

“It’s just us here,” Wei Ying whispers.

His hips move on their own accord and are fuelled by the gratified moans from the lithe man below him.  The dark thoughts dissipate, and he focuses on pleasuring his lover. 

“Lan Zhan… harder…fuck.”

Pushing himself up to his knees, Lan Zhan pulls Wei Ying hips closer while he fucks in even deeper.

“Yes, right there, Lan Zhan… oh god, yes.”

He thrusts harder, hitting the same spot over and over again until his lover is a writhing mess.  Then, he slows his hips.

Wei Ying’s eyes shoot open.  “No, Lan Zhan, don’t stop.”

“Wei Ying, look at me,” he demands. 

The escort complies, but only until he begins to thrust into him again.  Then he throws his head back and his eyes close.

He stops again, even though his own cock is pulsing and ready to burst.

“No… Please, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying begs.  His eyes are wide open and filling with tears. 

Wei Ying keeps his eyes on him this time as he begins to move again.  The tears leak out of Wei Ying’s eyes and fall onto the sheets beneath them.

“Wei Ying is doing so well,” he soothes.  “So perfect for me.”

He can see how close Wei Ying is and how much he wants to come.  He thrusts harder and faster and this time doesn’t stop when Wei Ying moans out his name and closes his eyes.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” the other chants almost deliriously.

Wei Ying arches his back off the bed and he yells out in pleasure as he releases between them.  The way Wei Ying tenses around him almost pushes him over the edge, but he manages to hold off.  He continues to thrust through Wei Ying’s orgasm until the other is whimpering softly from over-sensitivity.  On the brink of climaxing himself, he pulls out and leans forward.

With a hand wrapped around Wei Ying’s waist to keep him in place, he wraps the other around his own cock.  It only takes a couple of strokes until he’s spilling onto Wei Ying.  His pleasure grows tenfold when he sees his release mixing in with Wei Ying’s.

Breathing heavily, he lifts his eyes to see his lover staring up at him.  Lan Zhan glances down at the mix of fluids on Wei Ying’s abdomen.  He finds Wei Ying’s heated gaze once more. Without looking away, he covers the mess on Wei Ying’s abdomen with his palm and rubs it into his smooth skin, smearing it up and onto his chest.

“Fuck, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying breathes out, reaching up to bring Lan Zhan down for a passionate kiss. 

The kiss turns tender as they come down from their highs.  Wei Ying pulls back and grins up at him.  “Are you going to cover me with your release every time I have to go to Vermillion?” he teases while giving him a knowing look. 

Lan Zhan raises an eyebrow.  “Wei Ying should not tempt me,” he says.  He manoeuvres himself to lie beside Wei Ying and adjusts when Wei Ying shifts to lay his head on his chest. 

They hold each other in silence and when he feels that Wei Ying is getting sleepy.  He shakes him lightly and says, “I need to show you something.”

Wei Ying lifts his head to give him a questioning look.  Lan Zhan slips out of bed and enters into the washroom to rinse off his hands.  He then comes back into bedroom and locates his phone under a pile of their clothes. 

Back on the bed he sits upright with his back against the headboard.  He smiles when Wei Ying moves to be closer to him.

“What is it?” Wei Ying asks when he shows him a photo on his phone.

He watches as Wei Ying stares down at the picture, his eyebrows pinching up as he tries to decipher what he is looking at.  Lan Zhan knows the exact moment when Wei Ying figures it out by the rounding of his eyes and the small sob that escapes his lips.

“Lan Zhan, is this?” 

The picture is taken outdoors, and to anyone else, it looks to be a picture of a busy park.  There are families picnicking and children playing. 

Wei Ying points to the bottom right corner of the photo where a picnic blanket is laid out.  Only half of it is showing, but on that half lies a backpack with a stuffed butterfly keychain attached to it.

“Is that?”

Lan Zhan nods and Wei Ying’s hand flies to his mouth.  Tears fall from his eyes.  “How?”

“Wen Qing was picking up A-Yuan from school.  I was able to get to them before they returned to the apartment.”

“Wen Qing too?”

“Yes,” he confirms, “but I was unable to save anyone else.”

Wei Ying looks down at the picture again and more tears fall.  “A-Yuan and Wen Qing… it’s more than what I could have hoped for.”

He pulls Wei Ying into his arms.  “I’m sorry I was unable to save them all, but I will make those that murdered them pay for what they did.” 

Wei Ying lifts his head.  His eyes are dry and they narrow with determination. “We will make them pay.”

A/N: Ahem... holy water anyone? Sorry, didn't want to taint your inbox with this filth, so I didn't email this one out. 😅

Wei Ying is back at Vermillion next chapter and we are going back to progressing the plot.