Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

Diamond With A Flaw Part 8

The wedding service is to be held at the massive Buddhist temple in the city. Since both grooms are going to be wearing traditional red wedding gowns, everyone not wearing robes is going to stand out.

Wei Ying has grabbed Lan Zhan's hand and not let go yet, all throughout the long drive to the venue. XiChen is arriving later with Uncle Qiren, and Nie MingJue should already be there with his younger brother, Nie Huaisang.

It's a pleasant drive and the morning sunlight shines through their tinted windows, still managing to draw Lan Zhan's attention to Wei Ying's throat. He wants to bite the hollows and dips he can see, not that he's looking, but if he was, it'd be admiring all that smooth skin. Respectfully. Wei Ying seems determined to drive him out of his mind today.

The only thing Lan Zhan can do is stare out of his own window, and it's no one's fault if he doesn't register anything except the way Wei Ying's warm palm connects with his own, a faint tremor now and again, every time he points something out. Whenever he does and Lan Zhan unwittingly looks back, he's trapped by that open jacket, snared by the vision of his gorgeous date and the temptation of wanting to push him down on the back seat and show his appreciation in the most practical way. But...seat belts...

And safety.

And consent.

What definitely does NOT help is the way Wei Ying's mouth curves into a knowing smile, his eyes lowering to Lan Zhan's mouth, like, Lan Zhan knows for sure that's where he's looking, and then there's that mischievous glint in his beautiful eyes...Lan Zhan can imagine looking into them forever and find something new to discover every time.

The red and black rhinestones dangle tantalisingly and when Wei Ying catches him staring at his collar, he sticks his index finger under the rim, pulling it taught.

"Where did you find," Lan Zhan clears his throat, imagining a necklace of bite marks instead around that delicate skin, and tries to continue despite the sudden dryness of his mouth, "something so unique?"

"I made it," Wei Ying says casually, as if that's not another revelation.

And of course he did.

What can't he do? This man is a living, breathing, miracle of creation. And he understands with just a look from Lan Zhan, that he wants to know more.

"I make jewellery as a side hustle," Wei Ying lowers his voice as if this is a conspiracy and Lan Zhan is a confidante. "I've been experimenting with different shapes and textures, and some of it is couples only designs, but it's doing well. Extra money so I can treat A-Yuan to something nice now and again."

"Make me one. Like that. But unique." Lan Zhan's brain has been kidnapped by a neanderthal. That's the only explanation for saying something without realising the implications.

"Like this?" Wei Ying looks at Lan Zhan's lips again, and the moment is electric. "Hmm, maybe the chains can go here and here," Wei Ying brings his other hand up, his fingertips grazing Lan Zhan's chest with a barely there touch, sizzling his already frayed nerves. "I can just imagine...a frame of diamonds and sapphires, wow!" His eyes light up with urgency. "My God, I wanna draw it out, like NOW!"

Silver meets gold and it seems neither can breathe, caught in each other's gaze. How beautiful, Lan Zhan thinks, staring into his eyes. It's the sparkle of forbidden magic, the promise of secrets and shadows and a glittering of iridescent stars. Wei Ying's eyes are bright and huge, blown wide with only a thin circular rim of steel, the darkness of his pupils reflecting Lan Zhan himself. They're leaning closer and closer, as if pulled together with an invisible thread, and then suddenly, the door opens and the driver tells them they've arrived. He politely looks away as Lan Zhan picks up the scattered crumbs of his brain and steps outside the vehicle, making sure he's still holding onto Wei Ying's hand.