PAIRING: Lan WangJi / Wei WuXian
RATING: R18 (mentions of smut).
NOTE: Agent Lan WangJi x Mafia Wei WuXian.
A/N: They come in pairs.
ORIGINAL STORY: [AO3 LINK]
Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi exist on different sides of the world. One as the mafia boss of the most feared criminal organization and another as an elite amongst agents. One operates in the dark and the other operates in the light.
But they’re also husbands, even though none of them wanted it in the first place.
Up here, it’s like he’s looking down at the world. He can take everything into view — the trees, the buildings, the streets; busy people going on about the day. He smirked. Up here, he’s untouchable.
He leant against the railing, enjoying the night view from the rooftop as he reached out for his packet of cigarettes in his pockets. The flaps of long, dark trench coat swayed with the chilling night breeze as he took in the frostiness, attempting to soothe the rage in his veins and the rampage of his emotions still swelling in his guts.
The confrontation earlier was a hard-hitting one. He’d tried as hard as he could to stay in the shadows for as long as he could but when he noticed how the situation had turned against their favour, he had no other choice but to step out of the darkness, easily taking down the opponents before he melted into the shadows again, acting as if he hadn’t exposed himself. This kind of swift movements came with a cost though. His muscles ached, his heartbeats were still pounding so fiercely in his ears as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat. Even his fingers were shivering a tad when he pulled a cigarette out of its packet, raising it to his lips.
He left the cigarette dangling between his thin, soft pair of lips, not lighting it up.
He closed his eyes, ruminating, calming down, feeling.
Soft footsteps from behind him had him snapping his eyes open, his hand reaching out to the gun on his waist. But as he listened, as he felt, the clutch on his gun softened. He took his hand out, supporting his weight against the railing before he pulled a smirk.
“Congratulations, Agent Lan. You caught me again.”
It’s not the first time Agent Lan, Lan WangJi caught him either, regardless if it’s during a confrontation, or after. The commotion must have triggered the agents’ attention too. And it shouldn’t come as a surprise for Wei WuXian to see Lan WangJi here since he was the one who’d leaked the intel to him — as he always did — before he set out for the operation himself.
Lan WangJi came to stand by his side, joining him to stare at the night view. Then, after a while, Wei WuXian heard a sound of a lighter being flicked, a glimmer of flame flickered at the corner of his eye.
He turned around, just enough to catch sight of Lan WangJi’s gorgeous face, hidden in the gradients of shadow, the flame he put out creating a beautiful silhouette of his beautiful face features. Half of them were hidden in the shadows, another half that Wei WuXian can see, however, was nothing but splendid, just like he always loved them to be.
“Thanks,” he said simply before he edged over to push the tip of his cigarette towards the fire, igniting it. He took in a deep breath and blew out smoke, eyes half-lidded as he returned to stare at the city below his feet.
Lan WangJi extinguished the lighter, “Don’s smoke too much.”
Wei WuXian snickered, “Lan Zhan. You say this every time we meet. Aren’t you bored of it yet? I am.”
Lan WangJi pursed his lips, saying nothing in response. He simply stood by his side, quiet. But Wei WuXian knew that his eyes were on his. They let the silence stretched, the distance between them comfortable, no words were needed.
Then, Wei WuXian felt a light touch on his earlobe, a cold sensation that had chills running down his spine as he fidgeted a tad.
Lan WangJi was touching his ear. He didn’t push him away.
“This,” Lan WangJi spoke, voice ever so soothing, ever so magnetic, melting into the dark surroundings around them, becoming one with air.
“Hm?” Wei WuXian answered mindlessly.
“When did you get it?” Lan WangJi asked.
Wei WuXian gave him a sideways glance, asking a question through his eyes. Reading his question, Lan WangJi’s slender finger rubbed against the solid material of the earring, small yet delicate, on Wei WuXian’s ear. Ruby-red and very elegant.
“Oh,” Wei WuXian responded. He tugged a smirk and narrowed his eyes at the agent. “You don’t like it?”
Lan WangJi didn’t answer. He took his hand off soon after, averting gaze with Wei WuXian.
None of them said anything for the rest of the time.
Wei WuXian was soaked in the afterglow, a sheen of sweat coated his ravishing muscles as he breathed heavily, laying face down on the bed. Slender fingers swiped through the strands of his hair in front of his forehead, wiping away sweat. Wei WuXian crooned in utter gratification as he leaned his flushed cheek against the comforting palm, eyes closed with a sweet smile bracing his features.
“Stay for a bit more…” he trailed through raspy voice.
“En,” Lan WangJi said. Despite his truncated answer, Wei WuXian can tell from the sound he made from his throat that his voice was hoarse too, dry with a speck of arousal.
Their sex was always raw and carnal and instinctual and every time when they’re done with a session they’d be bruised, scratched, bitten on the bodies as if they were trying to devour each other whole.
Wei WuXian ever only felt this kind of intensity — when his blood boiled, his body ached for touch, his insides clenching and twitching — when he’s right in the middle of a confrontation, facing a risk of losing his life at any given moment. He never held back every time they craved for each other. And Lan WangJi too never restrained his urge, never gave in to the rush of pleasure in his guts, and never failed to make Wei WuXian tear and moan until the only word that can truckle out of his strained throat was “Lan Zhan”.
And then when they’re done and revelling in each other’s warmth, listening to each other’s heartbeats while coming down from the height, it’s always alleviating and tranquil. Slicked body pressed against slicked body, utterly naked.
Wei WuXian winced ever so slightly when he felt sticky liquid leaking from inside him, urging him to clench down on his hole so that the semen in him won’t seep out. He took in a deep breath, taking pleasure in the faint scent of sandalwood as he nuzzled his cheek against the soft pillow, lazy yet cosy.
Then, he felt a light touch on his earlobe. He opened an eye.
“Lan Zhan?” he muttered.
“Why are you not wearing it anymore?” Lan WangJi asked, his gesture on Wei WuXian’s ear so tender, barely touching, itching Wei WuXian to the depth of his heart.
Wei WuXian turned around, exposing his chest that was scattered with fresh, vibrant red kiss marks all over, as he crossed his hands behind his head.
“You don’t seem to like it.”
Like how Lan WangJi had told him not to smoke. On that day on the rooftop, he’d touched his ear right after he told him that too.
Again, like that day, Lan WangJi didn’t answer. He’s about to get off the bed when Wei WuXian sat up all of a sudden, lurching towards him, hugging the entire of his torso, and yanked him back.
He bit him on his ear, sucking on the earlobe, as he mumbled heatedly,
“If Agent Lan isn’t fond of me piercing myself then I wonder if Agent Lan would be interested in piercing me?” He licked along his ear shell, nipping on the thin, sensitive skin. “Punch a hole in me, make me bleed.”
Lan WangJi clenched him on the chin, engulfing him into yet another deep, passionate kiss as Wei WuXian hummed indolently into his mouth before he fell onto the bed, ready for a second round.
Lan WangJi knew that Wei WuXian had been very mindful towards everything he did and said ever since he was brought to the Lan Mansion, ever since the media exposed him of being Lan WangJi’s husband. Lan WangJi — even Lan XiChen — had told him that he didn’t need to be too guarded as they never wanted to change him in the first place when they accepted him as part of the family. But knowing Wei WuXian — as someone who’d lost his family since he’s small and as someone who’d been living another’s roof since then — he’d been considerate in not causing others problems, and the least he could do was to keep an eye on himself. Not only his behaviours, but he’d also changed into an even more elegant style than before, adapting his outlook into one of decent, even when he’s already very much decorous from the beginning.
And that’s also why, when they had to attend a press conference to make their relationship clear, Wei WuXian was edgy. He was wearing a dashing, sleek three-piece suit, his short hair combed neatly, his features clean and refined as he looked at himself in the mirror for the umpteenth time.
“Lan Zhan, do you think I look fine? Not only through your bias eyes, but through others — okay to appear under the public’s eyes? Okay for your family’s image?”
Lan WangJi came to stand in front of the mirror with him, holding his hand as he rubbed a finger gently against his palm.
“More than fine,” he said.
Wei WuXian smiled a little. He knew he had good looks, he knew his husband had good taste. But he’s still a mafia; no one can know about this, and he definitely cannot look like one. He was used to public attention, but after having stayed in the underworld for years, attention was suddenly unnerving for him.
“If you say so, then I trust you,” he said to Lan WangJi.
“En,” Lan WangJi answered. After a while, he continued.
“One more thing.”
Wei WuXian’s eyes twinkled in excitement, thinking that he finally found one flaw with his look.
But instead, Lan WangJi took a box out of his suit pocket and opened it up. In the box laid a pair of ruby-red earrings, exquisitely designed, small but elegant. Wei WuXian stared at it, a complete loss of words.
Lan WangJi proceeded to take the earrings out and carefully, wore them for Wei WuXian. Once he’s done, he gave one of the earrings a kiss before he tipped Wei WuXian’s dumbfounded face forward to look at the mirror.
“Lan Zhan, this is…”
“I like it,” Lan WangJi said. “Suits you.”
Wei WuXian heard a blaring pound in his ears that he knew was his own heartbeats. He swung around, cupped Lan WangJi’s face and kissed him hard on the lips.
“And I like you!” he squealed. “Suits me!”
Lan WangJi smiled thinly.
“En,” he could only say.
A/N: Like how in canon Wei Ying’s red hairband always stands out, Wei Ying’s ruby-red earrings stood out too amidst the dark (つω`●）