The words 'brother' and 'lover' are going to be interchanged a lot.
Post canon but nobody died. Except WWX.
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The cake was the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen in his life, two tiers of bright red mirror glaze, covered in flowers and shimmering golden swirls. There was no way his hopeless boyfriends had managed to create something this perfectly detailed, it had to be Yanli's work. Wei Wuxian lifted wide grey eyes to look at his brother across the low table.
"For me?"
"No it's for Wangji. Idiot. Of course it's for you!"
Though his lover's words were harsh, there was genuine affection in his tone and Wei Wuxian couldn't help the bright smile that tugged on his lips. He gathered his long legs underneath him, prepared to shuffle around the table to smother Jiang Cheng in kisses, but his other lover placed a restraining hand on his forearm.
"Blow out the candles" Lan Wangji suggested, his voice low "Before they burn out."
Wei Wuxian settled back on his heels.
"Ok, ok" He tapped his nose with one long finger "Now, what should I wish for?"
It was a rhetorical question, of course, and his companions offered no suggestion, but Wei Ying's smile widened as he glanced from Lan Wangji to Jiang Cheng. What should he wish for indeed, when he had the two most beautiful men in the world to call his own? His smile faded slightly. He could only wish to be worthy of them.
Heart full of love and gratitude, he put out the few thin candles with a breath. And then to chase away the maudlin thoughts, swiped a finger through the icing. Jiang Cheng made as though to slap his hand but he was too quick, lifting his finger to his mouth to lick it clean. He made a show of it, pink tongue swirling around the digit, eyes fluttering closed as he hummed with pleasure at the taste. His shijie really was the best cook, and gosh he missed her. They would have to visit soon.
"Mmmmm..." He finally removed his finger from his mouth with a wet pop "Delicious!"
"Ridiculous." Lan Wangji shook his head, the hint of a smile on his lips.
"Let me taste."
Wei Wuxian looked at Jiang Cheng, his pretty head tilted in question, then held out his hand thinking that's what he'd meant. Jiang Cheng gripped the slender wrist and used it to pull the man half into his lap, leaning down to kiss him roughly. Though his lips were impossibly soft, kissing Jiang Cheng was like wildfire, fierce and electric, and Wei Wuxian could do naught but let him lick the sweet, spiced taste of the icing from every inch of his mouth.
When finally Jiang Cheng was satisfied he pulled back, teeth lightly grazing his plush bottom lip.
"So sweet." He murmured.
Wei Wuxian laughed breathlessly, a pink flush starting to creep into his cheeks, and playfully nuzzled his jaw. He shifted his weight and settled himself astride Jiang Cheng, long arms curled around his neck, and turned his head to look over his shoulder. He smiled at Wangji, beckoning him closer, as the other man's lips started to trace his jawline.
Lan Wangji sunk to his knees before the pair, intense gaze locked on the shifting grey eyes of his lover.
"Happy Birthday, Wei Ying." He said softly, pausing a moment, before claiming his mouth.
If Jiang Cheng was fire then Lan Wangji was ice, cold enough to burn, strong and unyielding. His lips moved slowly, tongue delving deep, swallowing any small noises made.
Jiang Cheng closed his mouth over the racing pulse in Wei Wuxian's throat, sucking hard, earning himself a muffled groan. He pulled back, lifting his gaze to watch the taller man dominate the kiss, his hands coming to settle on his brother's waist.
Lan Wangji ended the kiss with a long, slow lick that made the other man whimper. His amber eyes flicked to Jiang Cheng, holding a silent question. Jiang Cheng nodded and let Wei Wuxian be pulled out of his lap into the others arms.
Despite the added weight, Lan Wangji smoothly got to his feet, making his boyfriend squeal and cling to him tightly. Jiang Cheng watched them leave the room, then had the good sense to cover the cake, saving his sister's hard work, before he put out the lights and followed. Wangji was trying to undress with Wei Ying wrapped around his torso, nuzzling against his collarbone. Jiang Cheng shrugged out of his own robes, undressing to his underwear, and flopped down on the bed.
"Wei Wuxian, get over here."
He turned his head at the sound of his name, stormy grey eyes lighting up when he caught sight of a nearly naked Jiang Cheng stretched out before him, pale and strong and perfect. He wriggled out of Wangji's arms and climbed onto the bed, covering his lover's body with his own. Jiang Cheng pulled him down into another kiss, his rough hands tangling in his long, dark hair. Wei Wuxian tasted like heaven and felt like a dream, mouth soft and skin hot, and he lost himself in the sensation.
Lan Wangji disrobed and knelt beside them, running his hands up Wei Wuxian's back to push the robes from his shoulders. He felt a strong hand wrench his head back, breaking their kiss, so Wangji could kiss Jiang Cheng in his stead. The show of force, the dominance, the sight of them devouring each other reduced Wei Wuxian to a whimpering, needy mess.
"Do you want to go first?" Lan Wangji said quietly, almost against Jiang Cheng's lips.
"No." Jiang Cheng punctuated the word with a firm press of lips "You go. I want him already stretched and soaking wet."
"A-Ch-!" Wei Wuxian gasped, any further words swallowed by Lan Wangji's mouth, the man sucking hard on his tongue, teeth catching his bottom lip. He blushed furiously, the men and their vulgar fucking mouths rendering him speechless, not to mention the wicked tongue having its way with him.
He gasped as Wangji let go of his hair, chasing the kiss even as the taller man moved behind him, mouth trailing along his shoulder to the nape of his neck. He tipped his head forward, cheeks flushed, as between them they made short work of his clothing.
He braced his hands flat against Jiang Cheng's bare chest, fingertips tracing an old scar, shuddering in pleasure as Lan Wangji ran a hand down his spine, fingers slipping inside his underwear to squeeze his ass. Jiang Cheng took hold of his thighs and ground their hips together, swiftly hardening lengths separated only by the thin silk of their undergarments.
"Turn around."
"Hmmm?"
Wei Wuxian ended up with his back against Jiang Cheng's chest, slightly propped up against a bunch of pillows, Lan Wangji kneeling between their spread legs.
"You're so fucking pretty." Jiang Cheng mumbled, echoing his thoughts.
Wangji flashed him a smirk that made both men weak and slid strong hands up Wei Wuxian's thighs, freeing his hard, leaking cock from its silky prison. He could have died, again, as his lover's perfect mouth engulfed him. Wei Wuxian threw his head back, spine bowed, inadvertently grinding his ass against Jiang Cheng's cock trapped underneath.
"Ahh Lan Zhan La-a"
"Mmmmm?" His deep voice rumbled against Wei Wuxian's skin.
"A-Zhan..."
Breathless and writhing, he continued to mumble nonsense while they took him apart. Jiang Cheng's long fingers pinching his sensitive nipples, Lan Wangji's hand on his abdomen holding him down, while his mouth was working fucking magic, bobbing up and down on his cock.
"Aaaa-Zhan Lan Zhan I"
God he was so close already thanks to their ruthless assault on his body. He tried to warn him, he really did, but Lan Wangji would not stop, and with a sharp cry Wei Wuxian came hard, spilling deep in his lovers throat. He rode the waves of orgasm, body pulled taut, then collapsed back against Jiang Cheng, gasping for breath. Wangji slowly licked him clean then lifted his head and was pulled into a rough, messy kiss by Jiang Cheng who groaned at the taste of Wei Ying on his lips.
Dazed and trapped between them, Wei Wuxian could only turn his head and watch, heart thundering in his chest.
Lips bruised and wet, Wangji lowered his head to kiss him then, weight braced on one hand while the other trailed down his side, fingers kneading his hip and thigh. Wei Wuxian shifted underneath him, making small noises into the kiss, body tense when one knowing finger circled the rim of his tight entrance. He felt Wangji smile against his lips, then the taller man leant back to find lubricant.
Jiang Cheng guided Wei Wuxian's head to the side and kissed the corner of his mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses along his jaw, behind his ear, down his throat. Lan Wangji's hands were on him again then, and though the first touch of the oil was somehow always cold those slick fingers rubbing against him were hot, and he was on fire the moment first one finger, then a second, were pressed inside.
Wangji gave him a moment to adjust but he was more than ready the moment those fingers began to move, whole body shuddering with sensation when Wangji found what he was looking for. He purposefully dragged his fingers over that bundle of nerves a couple of times, making his Wei Ying gasp and sob between them. He worked on stretching him for a few moments longer then withdrew his hand, wrapping those long fingers around his own hard shaft, spreading the oil from base to tip.
Wei Wuxian was already panting, mouth open and cheeks flushed, Jiang Cheng's long fingers resting on his collarbone. Wangji positioned his cock at his entrance and pushed the thick head against the tight ring of muscle. Wei Wuxian moved his hips, throwing his head back with a groan as his body gave way to the intrusion.
Jiang Cheng wrapped his hand around the long line of his lovers throat, Wei Wuxian's pulse racing under his fingertips, while Lan Wangji gripped his hips tightly, sure to bruise, and fought to sheathe every inch of himself inside the impossibly tight body between them. He paused, buried to the hilt, until Wei Wuxian started to whine, and then pulled out again almost all the way, rolling his hips and pushing back in with a snap. Watching his face, Wangji repeated the movement, then satisfied their lover could take it, he started to move faster.
Jiang Cheng tightened his grip, cutting Wei Wuxian's air intake, his head pulled right back.
Lan Wangji lifted the man's calves up onto his shoulders, leaning forward to fold Wei Ying almost in half, his long hair tumbled over his shoulders with the forward movement, sliding against his lover's flushed skin. Jiang Cheng kissed the side of Wei Wuxian's face, talking nonsense against his ear. Wei Wuxian had a death grip on Wangji's broad shoulders, sobbing desperately, gasping for air. His vision started to dim at the edges and his pretty eyes rolled back into his skull, he was so close, his body pushed to the edge of oblivion once again.
And between them, his lovers sent him screaming into the abyss.
He could barely make a sound with such a tight grip at his throat, and he might have lost consciousness for a second as the world went white, such intense pleasure shooting through his thin frame it was almost unbearable.
Lan Wangji groaned as the tight muscle clenched around his cock, shivering to his own completion, filling his lover with his hot seed. He bowed his head, breathing hard, then started to disentangle himself, letting Wei Wuxian's legs fall back to the bed. He softly stroked his lover's cheek until his eyes fluttered open, somewhat unfocused but present nonetheless. Wangji smiled gently.
"Ok?"
Wei Wuxian made some garbled sound of affirmation and promptly found himself manhandled into Jiang Cheng's lap, hands braced on his chest, head falling forward against his shoulder. Jiang Cheng made him lift his head.
"Stay with me pet, we're not done here." He smirked and nipped at Wei Wuxian's reddened lips, making him gasp.
Lan Wangji made himself comfortable next to them.
"A-Cheng... please..." Wei Wuxian mumbled, voice hoarse.
Jiang Cheng ran his hands down the smooth expanse of his lover's back, cupping his ass to lift him higher up his body. Wei Wuxian fell forward, tucking his head into the crook of Jiang Cheng's neck, whimpering as calloused fingers circled his dripping hole.
"Please what?" Jiang Cheng asked, dipping his fingers into the slick, biting back a moan.
Wei Wuxian mumbled something incoherent against his skin, and Jiang Cheng lined himself up with the entrance to his lover's body. He didn't have to push hard and soon bottomed out, Wei Wuxian's muscles quivering, clenching, Wangji's cum dripping down his balls. It was every bit as filthy and fucking hot as he'd hoped.
He adjusted his grip so he could thrust up into the body above him. He'd been so hard for so long now it was going to be over quickly, and Wei Wuxian's breathy little moans next to his ear spurred him on, harder, faster, Lan Wangji just fucking laying there watching with that fucking smirk on his face.
Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and let himself go with a long, low groan, buried to the hilt and lost in sensation. He didn't move. He didn't want to move, until Wei Wuxian wriggled in his arms to let him know that maybe he needed to move.
He kissed the top of his head.
"Happy Birthday, Petal."
"Petal?"
"Mn. Petal. Blossom. Flower. The fuck other cutesy shit..."
Wei Wuxian punched him in the shoulder, weakly, and struggled to move. His lovers had to help him settle on the bed between them and he buried his face in the pillow, content.
"You can't go to sleep yet, you have to get clean."
Jiang Cheng placed a hand on his back, smoothing down his long dark hair.
"Can." Wei Wuxian's voice was extremely muffled, but his childish tone was evident. "Birthday."
Lan Wangji smiled indulgently.
"Go run a bath" He said to Jiang Cheng "I'll clean him up and join you in a moment."
Jiang Cheng thought about arguing, but he really wanted to clean himself off and a hot bath sounded like actual heaven. He nodded slightly and rolled out of bed, leaving Wangji to deal with Wei Wuxian.
In the bathroom he left the water to heat while he pulled the purple ribbon from his hair, letting it fall in a silky sheet down his back. He rolled his shoulders, frowning slightly at how stiff they were, thinking perhaps he should warm up next time they were going to do something like... that.
He was right about the bath though, the water felt fan-fucking-tastic and he sunk down into it with a soft groan. Lan Wangji entered the room a moment later and perched on the edge of the tub, sheer white robe wrapped loosely around him, one perfect eyebrow raised.
"Petal?"
Jiang Cheng splashed him.
"Fuck off."
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