hanguang-jun has needs but he absolutely can not have any information about it being public. mo xuanyu is perfectly fine with casual and nobody would believe him anyway. it's perfect.

... wwx wakes up in mo xuanyu's body and lwj comes to see him a few hours later.
lwj can't have a relationship. those are waters he does not dwell on, so. needs. their encounters are rare and never go beyond sex, life moves on.

nhs be knowing.
lwj is utterly unaware of the array and the situation fair outweighs his role in mo xuanyu's life. they knew the moment they agreed on it that the terms would never change, they both need it, it simply works.
here's the catch: there's a hidden, shameful, twisted part of mo xuanyu that wishes he could have more.

... it is not by chance or mistake that he chooses wei wuxian to do him justice.
there are more open wounds than wwx's new body shows him. he is there for all the things mo xuanyu wanted and couldn't -

to speak, to be heard, to have power, to avenge no less.

to be loved.
there is a lot to be said about wei wuxian's character. a lot was said, in the years he was away. lan zhan, of all people, would know he is not at a fault here.
it simply happens to quickly. he is back, he saw the lan juniors earlier, he doesn't see it coming. it's early into the quiet night when someone slips in quietly and closes the door, his fight or flight is about to jump in.
... it's overwhelming, really.

it's lan zhan. he's here. why -

he doesn't manage another thought. he has no time to question if he should be hiding, how he is going to react, what the hell is even happening.

lwj kisses him.
mo xuanyu's favorite thing about it.

this very fragile position he finds himself in with all of this secrecy could easily feel undignified, harsh, violent... but lwj is gentle, always.
wwx's mind is completely blank. lwj's soft, careful, precise lips touch him. he doesn't close his eyes and kiss back out of mischief, he does so because his actions run faster than his thoughts.
not unlike madness, wwx loses himself into it. lwj makes it all seem so natural in the way he guides him against a wall, his lips explore further, his fingers undo the ties of wwx's mask.
in wwx's defense, there is a lot to cover. he has been gone for over a decade. he is back. he didn't hear instructions from the array properly. he is in another body. hanguang-jun. lan wangji. lan zhan. lan zhan is here, oh. why is he here. mo xuanyu, why would he...
lwj IS KISSING HIM SNSJDHFHUGKGGTMR SMFLVIFOLZMGLFJSUVILGMG đź—Ł oh

oh

oh no

lwj is kissing /mo xuanyu/, not him.
so much for a quiet brain, now it's screaming. SINCE WHEN DOES LAN ZHAN EVEN KISS ANYONE WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE RULES SURELY THIS IS AGAINST ONE OF THEM WHAT ABOUT MIANMIAN ARE YOU GAY WHICH IS FINE BY THE WAY I KNOW IT'S FINE BUT ALSO VERY NOT FINE THAT YOU SPECIFICALLY IS KIS
in the past five minutes lwj has walked in, kissed him and now rejected him because he really meant to kiss mo xuanyu not /him/ and hahahahaha this is fine!!!!! this is completely fine!!!!! move along people!!!!!
wwx's last braincell is still trying to cope in the middle of the dumpster fire it was left with. in the brief time the kiss is broken for lwj to remove his mask, all he can do is place his hands on lwj's chest.
i have to stop him.

i guess.

how?

hands. chest.

Good.
it's so much worse. lwj hesitates when he finds wwx's gaze, and for a moment he feels... seen.

there's a hint of doubt in lwj's eyes, that maybe,, perhaps,, he knows what he finds there, and it

hurts

so much
wwx parts his lips. he is about to make an excuse that makes sense out of this. he could just say stop, just act crazy, but he doesn't want lwj to feel rejected. which is ridiculous. why would anyone reject him. he might as well explain the situation.
it's not easy, it turns out. the words die on his lips.

how is mo xuanyu even supposed to call him?

hanguang-jun? too formal, given... whatever is happening.

lan wangji? too cold.

lan zhan? no.

that can't be right.
the second he takes is enough for lwj to start kissing his neck. an open mouth finds his newfound sensitive skin and he lets out an embarrassing, loud sound.

fuck it.

"lan zhan." he says, breathless.
lwj stops, still against his neck, not kissing anymore.

yeah, so maybe lan zhan wasn't what mo xuanyu called him. he is shamelessly thankful for that.
"i'm not who you think i am"

he is desperate. his brain simply refuses to work, lwj is so close, so fcking good. righteous. not... his.
it is only logical, which such a nonsense sentence uttered in given terrible timing, that lwj would check the only thing he thinks to be true.

slowly, he slides a leg between wwx's, presses his thigh gently against the erection he finds there, offers just enough friction.
wwx moans, this time.
listen. you die, spend over a decade in any given spiritual realm, come back in someone else's body, get kissed by the love of your life you only recently realised was the love of your life all along, try to explain all of it, then you judge him. he's trying, sue him.
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