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⌛ Who: Lan Xichen & YOU!
⌛ What: Various end of month shenanigans that can extend to next month
⌛ When: End of August, beginning of September
⌛ Where: All over
⌛ Warnings: ...Smut is very likely in some, but any warnings should be made in individual threads as needed. :3

Closed to Mingjue
Time has passed and Xichen feels more settled than before. Most mornings he stays in bed with Mingjue, enjoying having the man close again. Alive and well. But not every morning, like this one where he wakes and slips from warm, strong arms to bathe before starting his day.

Except once he steps into the bathroom, he spies something in the mirror that has him blinking and turning to try and get a closer look of his back, pulling his hair forward over a shoulder. A line of black spatters down his spine, and he can see more up his neck. It's enough he returns to his beloved's side, hand moving to rest on the other's shoulder as he settles back on the bed.

He doesn't speak, only waits patiently for the other to wake - or show he's already awake.

Musical Interlude: OTA
His favorite form of meditation (other than the simple silence) is with his music. As both xiao and guqin had come with him, he chooses to play one or the other most days, both in the small home he's made with his brother and Nie Mingjue, and out in various peaceful places, such as parks or public gardens.

The tall man enjoys sharing the gift of music with others, should people come across him. His pale blue robes are arranged perfectly around him, and his new scales are barely visible above the collar, under his long hair.

Wildcard: Have at! Find him anywhere!

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The place had given him his little brother and Mingjue was glad for that, knowing that Huaisang was safe. It meant that he would need to keep an eye on him, especially after what he'd been told. That still threw him off. He'd made it right. However, he tries not to think about that.

He enjoys the mornings that he has with Xichen, the man always by his side. A part of him knows that his lover worries and he understands that. They'd been through a lot, especially when he'd first shown up.

When Xichen had gotten up that morning he'd felt the bed move, but kept his eyes close. Only when that hand rests on his shoulder does he let his eyes open a bit, giving the man before him a soft smile. The man before him was possibly the only one even able to get that from him. It didn't, however, mean that he relaxed any. Just that he was a bit more comfortable. Especially in a place like this.

He loves those soft smiles, knows how rare and precious they are. That he's one of the very few who ever gets to see them, much less cause them.

Xichen brushes fingertips over his beloved's face, answering that smile with the gentle warmth reserved just for this man. He'd never expect Mingjue to relax. Comfort is enough.

"I saw something odd in the mirror just now, Mingjue. But I could not get a clear view. Would you look and tell me what you see?"

Mingjue enjoys those gentle smiles from the man before him. However, at the mention of seeing something odd in the mirror he can't help but frown slightly. Had something happened to the man before him that he knew nothing about? That did not bode well for whatever or whoever had done it.

He moves to sit up and gives a nod," Show me." He even moves a bit so Xichen can sit down more in front of him comfortably.

As for Xichen, he's not concerned by what he saw, so much as perplexed. He waits, watching Mingjue as the other sits up - looking for any signs of discomfort or pain.

He only nods and turns so his back faces his lover, pulling his hair over his shoulder again. The black and silver scales glitter a little in the morning light.

There were no signs of discomfort or pain out of Mingjue when he sits up. In fact, he seems perfectly fine. Even if looks could be deceiving. Something that they knew all too well. What Mingjue does see, however, isn't something that he expects. Scales.

The morning light seems to make the silver and black scales shine. He reaches out and brushes a finger lightly over them," A-Huan, you have scales down the back of your neck. Black and silver."

It's a joy to see how much better his beloved is now. Every effort to get to this point was worth it. Now it's just a matter of rebuilding lost strength...and keeping Mingjue from returning to the horrible, destructive pain of a qi deviation.

Xichen draws in a startled breath, shivering under the touch as it makes his heart suddenly race with the flood of heat. Not something he'd expect from just a touch, even from Mingjue! Scales?

...Only one thing matters, other than a reassurance. "They do not hurt, A-Jue." And maybe there's a hint of a tease. "Do you like them?"

If it hadn't been for the man sitting before him, he probably wouldn't have made it. The qi deviation would have taken hold and then what would those damn scientists or doctors in their high tower do? Or wherever their little hospital was in this place.

Mingjue raises a brow at the startled breath and almost pulls his fingers away. He would have if the other hadn't mentioned the fact that they did not hurt. He doesn't, however, expect that startled breath or the shiver under his touch.

"I do like them." They weren't Xichen's colors which amuse him, though. So, fingers brush lightly over them again even as he turns just right. His own scales aren't on display, but the morning light hits the pearly white scales sending an opalescent shine along the wall.

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Only a lifetime of restraint and discipline keep him from simply turning and pressing his beloved back into bed and showing him just what that touch is doing to him.

Xichen does allow himself to press back into that gentle hand though, eyes fluttering closed briefly as he focuses on his breath. But glittering against the wall shines right back and he glances over, lips parting.

Only to turn to his beloved, curiosity bright. "A-Jue? I think...May I see your back?"

The scales on his beloved were beautiful, his fingers lightly against them when Xichen presses back. He's seen curiosity on his love before, so he's a bit amused by it now. Not that he's paying attention to the wall. Why would he? Especially when he has the other in front of him.

Mingjue raises a brow at the request but moves a bit on the bed where he'd been sitting and turns his back to the other. Just like Xichen he had scales that ran from the back of his neck and, by the looks of it, straight down his spine. Except where Xichen's were black and silver, his were pearly white.

Why indeed~

Xichen smiles at the trust and rests a hand on Mingjue's shoulder as they shift. Then allows himself a quiet chuckle when he sees the scales along his beloved's spine.

"You have beautiful white scales down your spine as well." He just can't resist (not that he really tries) leaning in to press a gentle kiss over some, brushing his beloved's hair out of the way.

If there was one person that Mingjue trusted with his life, it was the man currently switching positions and sitting behind him. He doesn't think there will ever be a time where he won't trust his beloved.

"White scales?" That? It should not amuse him as much as it does. The color scheme of the scales does not escape his notice. Their respective colors on one another. Though, what type of scales they'd eventually have to find out.

However, the moment those lips, gentle or not, kiss over the scales he inhales sharply. There's no pain there, but if that's what it felt like with a gentle kiss then he can only imagine what his fingers had felt like against Xichen's scales.

It is rather amusing, isn't it? Xichen hears that sharp breath and smiles, lips curling against sensitive skin and scales. "Yes," he confirms, needlessly. He lets his fingertips trace over them, admiring but also blatantly teasing his beloved.

Getting ready for the day doesn't feel quite so important right now.

"They catch the light brilliantly."

Amusing is one word for it. Their respective colors on one another. He feels those lips curl against his skin, scales, and knows that his beloved is up to no good. If one wanted to look at it in that manner.

"I'm sure that they do."

There's another sharp intake of breath at the teasing and he's doing what he can to not turn around and pounce his beloved back into the bed. If Xichen kept it up then he was bound to lose that war with himself and do it anyway.

Amusing...and fitting. A physical sign that they belong to each other.

Xichen rests his cheek against his beloved's shoulder blades, gaze following where his fingers roam. Over a strong shoulder, then back, slowly, down Mingjue's spine. Admiring how the scales look beside his hand.

Maybe he shouldn't tease. But when it comes to his beloveds...and when there's no immediate reason to resist...he allows them this pleasure.

Mingjue does not mind that physical sign either. Others might not know the meaning behind it, but that didn't matter. They didn't need to know the meaning behind it.

There's only a moments reprieve when those fingers are not on the scales, but only a moment. Then Xichen's fingers are trailing down his spine. Unfortunately, it didn't matter what kind of restraint he tried to have, he was not a Lan.

He allows those fingers to go down his scales a few more times, almost a few more, before he pulls back and turns on his beloved and pulls him close, kissing him. It's a hard and passionate kiss.

Getting ready for the day? It might have to be put on hold for a bit.

No one else needs to understand.

No, his A-Jue is not a Lan, though his restraint when faced with being the bearer of a saber as resentful as Baxia is admirable. But perhaps that is where Xichen is best set to help - to be a barrier between Mingjue and the pain of another qi deviation.

He allows himself a quiet little chuckle as his beloved's restraint collapses and he's pulled in. Then he's a little too busy for sound, other than a low hum of approval as he presses in, answering that passion in kind. He's not above letting his fingers continue to trickle over those delicate new scales, either.

Baxia is something that Mingjue has dealt with for a very long time. In fact, it feels longer than what it really has been. He might not ask for his saber, but he knows Baxia is there. Knows that it's safe even if it is under lock and key. Without it? He actually feels a bit more free. So, he appreciates what his A-Huan has done for him.

That kiss is deepened and there's a low growl in the kiss, his hand wrapping around the back of Xichen's neck, fingers trailing down over his scales. If his beloved wanted to be a tease, two could play at that game.

Near, safe, soothed every day. He's not foolish enough to try and keep the two too far apart for long. Just as if there's ever a real need, the defenses and protections placed around the blade won't stop it from going to it's master's hand.

That growl sends a shudder through him, drawing a low moan in answer. Even the hand wrapping around his neck doesn't worry him - not when it's his beloved's hand. Xichen slips an arm around Mingjue's waist, pressing closer as his free hand continues to move over lovely white scales.

No, nothing could keep Baxia from him if he truly needed his saber. Luckily? He hasn't needed it once. Something that is a good thing considering how peaceful their lives are. His saber would continue to give them that peace if it weren't soothed the way it was now.

He moves them enough to lay his A-Huan out on the bed and deepens the kiss, body pressed against his even as fingers trail along the dual colored scales. He only lifts up, not by much, when they need to breathe.

This peace is a blessing. He won't take it for granted - he makes use of each day spent with his beloved.

Xichen doesn't protest being stretched out under his lover, his arms don't loosen their hold or their teasing over Mingjue's scales. He shifts one leg to drape around his lover's waist as another hold. The breaths they take are quick and hurried before another demanding kiss is claimed.

The other should have known what he was getting himself into when he started teasing him. When those fingers trailed over his scales. Something that was an interesting thing to even think about. His scales. They both had scales that were beautiful.

His fingers continue their tease along Xichen's scales even as he presses closer. They probably couldn't get closer even if they tried. Though, when his lips are claimed again, he deepens that demanding kiss and growls into it.

Of course he knew~ Once he learned how sensitive his own scales are, of course he had to check if Mingjue's are too! Strong fingers running over his scales make him shudder and heat continues to rush through his body.

That growl, though? Makes his breath catch and he rocks his hips up, demandingly, against his beloved's.

The scales? They were probably going to be their downfall, not that Mingjue cares if they are. Better to go out in bliss than in any other way. Those fingers? They continue to run along those scales.

Of course, those hips rocking into him have him pressing down against them, that growl deepening in his throat before he kisses him harder.

Neither does Xichen, naturally. If he has to die, why not be it from intense pleasure with his A-Jue?

A muffled laugh escapes into the harder kiss, and he wraps his other leg around his beloved's waist as his fingers continue to tease and caress those scales. The fingers running over his own scales continue to draw shudders from him along with a quieter, lower growl.

Exactly. Dying from intense pleasure is the best way to go, for anyone.

That growl of Xichen's only serves to get a bit of a shudder out of Mingjue, his own growl deepening. Fingers thread through the man's hair while the fingers of his other hand trail over those scales. "A-Huan." It's gruff and accompanied by a low growl, body pressing as close as humanly possible. Not that they could get any closer.

Fingers through his hair earn Mingjue a rumble of a purr, eyes sliding closed. His lover's voice has him smile and he nips at Mingjue's lips. "Mm?" As if he doesn't already know. As if his body isn't singing in accompaniment with his beloved's. Another deep, needy kiss that makes him ache, legs tightening around his lover's waist and hips rocking up for more friction.

That rumble of a purr sends a shiver down his spine. That 'Mm' is not answered, however. Their bodies were in tune with one another and he rocks down against Xichen. Fingers trail lower on the scales and a growl deepens into that needy kiss. There was an edge to fall over, but he was not falling without taking his A-Huan with him.

He makes note of that shiver~ Xichen gasps into the kiss at the answering rock before moving in a way to accentuate each press and rub of flesh, heightening the pleasure. He growls again, fingers just as greedily roaming over his lover's scales as Mingjue's are over his. Just a little more...he holds onto his control for just a moment longer before his hips jerk roughly against his beloved's and heat washes over him, exploding over that edge.

The shivers are not hard to distinguish, especially when fingers trail over scales. Even if his love has a bit more restraint than he, himself, does. That doesn't stop the roaming of fingers or the way the other feels against him. That growl deepens even as he kisses him, his own control lost as he presses against his beloved, and explodes over the edge with him.

As if he's trying to hide them! The growl does him in if nothing else and Xichen wraps around his beloved as their bodies twitch and rub together, making the intense pleasure last a moment longer.

Even as he calms, Xichen hums his contentment - though they are far from done and they both should know it well. He runs a hand languidly over his lover's back, a bare foot rubs along Mingjue's legs as he calms his breathing.

Why hide them anyway? They had nothing to hide from one another, after all. Much less shivers of pleasure. The intense pleasure lasting longer is something that would benefit them both, the way their bodies press and slide along one another. This day would not be had any other way.

That hum of contentment gets a smile out of him. Oh, they both knew that they were far from done. There's possibly even a contented sound of Mingjue, his fingers brushing over skin and his lips kissing the lips of the man before him.

Exactly.

Xichen smiles softly at that precious sound and presses into the soft kiss. He runs fingers up over his beloved's back and gently toys with Mingjue's hair. A little bit of time, for their bodies to calm. But that doesn't mean they can't continue to enjoy each other. Teasing little kisses. Gentle touches over newly discovered sensitive spots, as well as familiar ones.

Fingers run over skin, down along his back, and even brushes through Xichen's hair. By the time they both decide to rest their bodies are in a state of pleasurable pain and exhaustion. Something that would allow them to sleep rather well, maybe too well.

Come morning, however, the room is possibly a bit destroyed with a large black and silver dragon, white scales down its spine, curled around a slightly smaller pearl white dragon, the white dragon having black and silver scales down its spine. Of course, there's a growl out of the bigger dragon when the smaller one goes to move.

The smaller dragon rumbles at the larger and nuzzles even before opening pale eyes to peer around.

...Oh dear.

Well. He mischievously licks at his lover, wiggling just a bit. Never enough to escape. Mostly to tease and entice.

The rumble from the smaller dragon gets a rumble from the larger dragon. Though, he does take note of the slight... destruction of the room. That hadn't exactly been expected. Then again, neither had this change in form.

That wiggling has the dragon rumble deeper and he licks his lover back in return, one wing wrapping around him to keep him as close as possible.

[Koro has made it a habit to come to this park almost daily. A lot of people walk by here. A lot of different kinds of people to observe. When he's not out fooling around or practicing his skills, Koro finds himself sitting down just to people watch.

And today's human to observe? The young man playing music Koro can only describe as 'nostalgic'. When was the last time he visited China? It's probably been...centuries.

There is one thing the masseur notices.]

...You have a very elegant way of sitting. You must take great care of your body.

[ It's a good habit to have! Xichen smiles at the comment, fingers gently stilling the strings when the current song comes to its natural end. Then lifts his gaze to the strange man. ]

I do my best, as any cultivator should.

Cultivator? You farm?

[Koro tilts his head in confusion for a moment, before it clicks in this head.]

Oh wait....you wouldn't happen to know one named 'Xingchen' would you? Now that you mention it, your clothes...hm...

He is seeing to the rabbits when he hears his brother enter the apartment. Wangji takes the time to clean one of the bunny's mouths - fruit can be messy - and then he lifts the small creature into the same play area as his brother.

"No kicking." he admonishes the sassier of the pair, tapping the baby's forehead lightly with his index finger. Then he rises and joins Xichen, giving him a shy smile.

"Hungry?" since he has begun dinner, that surely won't be an issue for long, "How is Chifeng-Zun?"

The rabbits are a blessing. Xichen is glad for their companionship for his little brother. A gentle distraction, a simple reason to keep a routine that he knows is a relief for his quiet brother.

He smiles, watching the three and how tender Wangji is with the sassy baby. He nods in answer to the former, but judging by the delicious smell in the air, he has nothing to worry about. Not that he would anyway.

"Da ge is recovering his strength quickly now that he has woken. Keeping Baxia quiet has helped."

The bunnies wake him in the morning, making soft sounds and thumping against the floor. They also wait for him to tuck them in at night, reaching for him with tiny paws. He knows he is their comfort and that, in turn, gives him comfort.

"Baxia should be destroyed." Wangji has never been one to hold his tongue around his brother. Xichen understands him in a way no other will - except perhaps Wei Ying.

"Gege, I asked Wei Ying on a date." his cheeks turn pink and he glances towards the kitchen.

Wu Xi is out for a walk, Sable curled around his neck and not with Zishu for once. She has been staying closer to Wu Xi now that Zishu is much better -- though, she often can be found with the other man or Beiyuan still. Around his wrist under his sleeve is the small snake a constant comfort to him. He stops when he comes upon the music, the peaceful-looking man playing it.

The music he finds is calming and beautiful and matches the demeanor of the person making it quite well he thinks.

He'll wait for him to stop playing before speaking to introduce himself and inquire his name.

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Bro Time? Bro Time.

Bro tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Gege is loved. <3

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