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Wei Wuxian

“Hey. How are things down here?’

Wei Wuxian looked up in surprise. He’d been working on fixing a vibrospanner – and adding some extra features, because what would be the use of just making something function again if you could add a little something extra? - and found himself being scrutinized by his ever-frowny ex-classmate, now captain.

‘Oh, hi sir. Err… all is well, I guess.’ He tapped the side of the enormous SevenQuad SigmaCore engine next to him, the humming of which could be heard all over the tiny ship. ‘She maybe an oldie, but she is a goodie, and she’s in prime condition. Say what you like about these Lan, but they know how to take care of their stuff.’

Jiang Cheng gave a non-committal hum. Wei Wuxian chuckled.

‘Oh, I see. You didn’t actually come here to check up on your old friend: you just wanted to get away from the bridge!’

Jiang Chang grabbed a fold-up chair and placed it opposite Wei Wuxian. There was just enough space for them and the fold-up table Wei Wuxian was working on: the engine room wasn’t all that big, just like the rest of the ship wasn’t.

‘They get on my nerves, that’s all,’ he groaned. ‘Especially that Lan Xichen. There’s something about him and that obnoxious smile that’s always plastered to his face, I don’t know. It’s eerie.’

‘I’m sure he’s smiling at you all day just to try and put you at ease, A-Cheng.’

‘Well, then it’s time he tried a different strategy.’ Jiang Cheng folded his arms. ‘I just think they’re a creepy lot. The ship is so tiny, why do they all insist on having this huge bath room on board?’

‘Personal hygiene is an important part of their culture.’

‘And so is sleeping together, apparently. I mean, I love you like a brother, Wei Ying, but I’d go insane if I had to share my quarters with you all the freaking time, let alone several others too…’

‘That’s why we got our private hut,’ Wei Wuxian said, with a lopsided grin. As chief engineer - and really, the only engineer on board the ship – he’d been given his own tiny hut next to the engine room. And of course, being a captain came with the privilege of captain’s quarters. ‘You can’t say the Lan haven’t been accommodating.’

‘I guess. I just don’t get why they even need us on this mission. It’s their ship, their space, their experiment – why the hell do they even need our assistance?’ Wei Wuxian opened his mouth, Jiang Cheng raised a hand to shut him up. ‘I know, I know. But I don’t believe the official story. It seems to me they all have it well under control. So what are you and I doing here, huh?’

Wei Wuxian shrugged. ‘Maybe they really just want to appear friendly to other species,’ he said. ‘From what I’ve seen and read, Elder Qiren is all about ‘building relationships’ and ‘uniting our peoples’. I think they just asked us to be on this mission as a sign of good faith.’

Jiang Cheng muttered something. Nodded at the vibrospanner. ‘What’s this?’

‘Oh, just a little experiment of my own…’

‘Wei Wuxian, would you stop fucking with our equipment! We’re seven light years in dark space, we can’t afford to lose vital tools just because you’re bored!’

‘I’m not bored! And besides, the thing was broken, I was just fixing it…’

‘Then what is this laser pointer doing on there?’

‘Pointing? Look, I just figured that if I need to hold vibrospanner and a laser pointer and I also need to use a twisting gauge, and you happen to not be one of the species with extra limbs…’

‘No excuses, Wei Wuxian. Take it apart.’

‘Do I have to?’

‘Captain’s orders.’

Wei Wuxian made a face and sulked as he started taking the laser pointer off the vibrospanner.

Lan Wangji

‘You have the results?’ Lan Wangji stood at Lan Sizhui’s desk, hands folded on his back in an attempt to seem calm, while really, his hearts were beating in his belly. Sizhui didn’t let his superior’s scrutinising gaze affects him, continuing calmly until the test tubes would yield their results for him to interpret. He gestured at his assistant, Lan Jingyi.

‘The Isomalm, please,’ he said calmly. Jingyi went to get it, handed him the fluid. Sizhui poured some into a small vessel, then added some of the blue liquid from one test tube, then the other. He took a small rod from its station, dipped the end into one of the now purple stains in the vessel and send a light electronic pulse through it. He turned his face to the monitor, nodded. Then tried the other one.

‘They seem viable,’ he said, turning his gaze to Lan Wangji. ‘Both seem to be suitable vessels. The captain seems to have a slightly better capacity for being a carrier, but they should both be capable of carrying our eggs.’

‘That is amazing!’ Jingyi cried out. ‘That means you get one each!’ Lan Wangji could barely detain the tug at the corner of his mouth. Jingyi, despite being nearly a century old, was the youngest of the Lan, the fruit of Xichen’s loins. He was also the last of their species to have survived past infancy.

‘That is indeed an option.’ Lan Sizhui removed his safety glasses and placed them on the desk. He was a beautiful youth, and Lan Wangji’s own spawn. They had mated many times, but yielding no results. Of course, these experiments would determine the fate of their species, but Lan Wangji also had a personal stake: he desperately wished to father a spawn with his favourite child, because how could an offspring of him and Sizhui be anything but perfect? And he just knew Sizhui would make a great parent.

‘Will you proceed tonight?’ Jingyi asked.

‘I must confer with our mission leader first. If he agrees we’re far enough into dark space that no signals may be send to any nearby space stations or vessels, then we may proceed.’

For the first time, a hint of a smile broke on Sizhui’s face. ‘Good luck, father,’ he said. ‘I hope you and other father may succeed.’

Xichen had conveniently been assigned to the com station. He confirmed that there was no way either of the Humans might be able to contact anyone of the Space Federation. Sadly, keeping the Humans confined until the end of their pregnancy would be a necessity. Neither Lan wished to harm the Humans under their care, but nor did they wish for the experiment to be interrupted because one of their carriers called out for help. They’d have to remain on board and most likely restrained for the duration of the experiment.

‘Tonight then?’ Xichen asked, under his breath. Wangji nodded.

‘Which one will you take?’ As the mission leader and the senior Lan, Xichen had first pickings. Wangji liked the ship’s engineer, and he wasn’t all too convinced the captain would be a good mating partner.

‘Since the captain is the most compatible, it must be him.’

Wangji let his breath escape. Good, that left Wei Wuxian for him. He was looking forward to having his turn with the Human.

But before they could impregnate the Humans with their eggs, they’d have to fertilize those eggs first. All four Lan pretended nothing was the matter: they had dinner with the other crew mates in the small mess hall before retiring to their family quarters. Sizhui had traded his shift with Wangji’s, so he and Jingyi occupied the bridge, leaving the two generation-mates by themselves.

They drew a bath for themselves first and added heat-inducing oils to the water. Since Xichen would be the first one to try disposing his eggs, Wangji would be fertilising them. Research had pointed out that it was not the quality of the eggs nor that of the seed that was at fault: it was simply that none of the existing Lan seemed capable of incubating their eggs anymore. For reasons unknown, the unborn ones would die in the womb, leaving the would-be parents to carry and then lay lifeless eggs.

This had been going on for centuries, and with the youngest of the Lan over a hundred years old already, drastic measures had to be taken to save their species from extinction. Hence this mission.

Before stepping into the hot water, Wangji and Xichen transformed into their primary form. The bath tub, that could easily hold seven or eight Lan in their secondary, bipedal shape, was now barely large enough for the two of them. Wangji stepped in first, so that Xichen could sit between his back limbs. Wangji folded his hindmost legs around his sibling and leaned over to lick his nape with his forked tongue.

‘I have missed this,’ Xichen rumbled. ‘To feel your true form close to mine...’

'So have I.' Wangji ran his hands over Xichen's scaly neck and huge shoulders. His colours were those of a classic Lan Blue: an iridescent baby blue on his tougher outer plates and smoother, smaller pearly white ones on his belly, his pits, between his claws and covering his genitals. Wangji was what was known as a Majestic Blue: his main scales were paler than Xichen's and his nether ones were stained with flecks of gold, the same colour as his eyes. Many had believed Majestics existed only in myth, until one day a rogue one was discovered by Qingheng-Jun's guards, wandering around the capital. The leader of all Lan immediately made her his primary mate, and several months later she hatched his heir: Lan Xichen. A few years later followed Wangji, hatched from her own egg. Sadly, she passed away before she and Qingheng-Jun could produce more spawn, and Qingheng-Jun himself died of broken hearts. Fortunately, Xichen and Wangji had been inseparable from a young age and had sired many of their kin together. Until they too fell victim to this strange disease that left them incapable of fathering more.

Of course, they'd tried modern methods: taking the fertilized eggs and placing them in incubators, perfectly simulating the conditions of a womb. But all attempts failed: in over a century, not a single egg had made it to hatching this way. They needed a different method. They needed new spawn.

And then they came upon the Human race. Bipeds, quite similar to themselves when in their secondary form. It was Lan Qiren himself who suggested that perhaps this race would prove to be their redemption.

And now here they were: about to try and put the first ever Lan egg into a Human carrier.

Wangji kept caressing his brother's nape, gently running his claws over the scales. The hot water and oils helped signal to the egg in Xichen's womb that a fertilisation was about to take place, and they had to wait for his cervix to become relaxed enough for Wangji to inseminate him. After a while, Xichen began to purr.

'I'm almost ready,' he groaned. Wangji licked his neck eagerly. His fallus had grown erect almost immediately after their transformation – Xichen was a sight to behold in both forms, but in this primary shape he was an absolute vision. Wangji began riding his scaled rod against Xichen's back, making an almost musical rattling sound. Xichen growled from deep in his throat and rose on his middle legs, lunged himself over the edge of he bath tub, spread his hind legs and lifted his tail to offer Wangji a look at his puffy, fertile hole. Wangji began drooling and let it drip onto his shaft, lubricating it so that it would be easier for Xichen to take it inside.

'Are you ready?' he asked, lining himself up.

'Yes.' They roared in unison when Wangji pressed his cock inside of Xichen, and Wangji lowered his head so that he could rest it on Xichen's broad back as he felt the narrow walls of his tight channel hug his scaled rod. He pressed forward, shoving the two foot long, flexible organ all the way into Xichen's hot body until the sensitive head popped into his womb. Wangji took a deep breath. He was trembling, he could already feel his bulging nutsack contract, but he liked the intimate joining with his brother too much to want to seed him just yet. So he waited until he'd calmed somewhat before digging his claws into Xichen's haunches and slamming his remaining length into his sibling's welcoming hole. Xichen bellowed and Wangji was grateful for the soundproof walling of their family hut, or the whole ship would have heard them go at it by now. He withdrew as far as he could – until the flared head hit the end of the cervix – before thrusting back inside. His nutsack slapped against Xichen's backside with a wet sound, and his hole made a popping noise every time Wangji drew partially out, indicating how his innards were gripping the scaly cock. Xichen hung limp over the edge of the tub, his mind numbed by the racing hormones, and he automatically pushed back against Wangji every time he nudged forward, ensuring a deep, unbroken slide of cock in orifice.

Wangji had great stamina, even for a Lan, but after a good hour of constant slamming into his sibling he was starting to get on edge. He leaned over Xichen and lovingly bit his neck, to get him out of his haze.

'Xichen,' he groaned. 'Coming.'

'Hrrr.' The other Lan lazily raised his head and planted his four hind legs firmly on the bottom of the tub, then squared himself for the climax. Wangji wrapped his front legs over Xichen's shoulders and threw his full form into every thrust – and the ship hadn't been built with powerful stabilizers for this exact purpose, the whole thing would be rocking. Wangji could feel his organ swell, his shaft taking up space Xichen didn't have to give in his cervix, and he threw his head back and roared as copious amounts of fluid surged into Xichen's womb. His sibling shuddered underneath and groaned in pleasure, pheromones getting him high and making his womb spasm and contract.

The both of them slumped inside the tub. Wangji heaved: his twin hearts raced in his belly. He cradled Xichen in his arms and middle legs until the collosal knot of his cock head had deflated and he could pull his organ out of his brother's hole. A stream of discharge followed, colouring the water in the tub a pearlescent white.

'That was amazing,' Xichen muttered. 'So good to me.'

Wangji nibbled on his brother's neck. In a few hours, the egg would be ready for laying. That was when the real test would begin.

Chapter Text

Lan Wangji

Wangji was at the bridge, taking the night shift. He was nervous. This was the night his brother would try and lay his egg inside the Human captain's body. Even if he did not succeed, this was an important experiment; and if he did, it could be the saving grace to their species.

It was, however, unlikely that the Humans would be very willing to cooperate. They were unaware of the Lan's primary form, which was much different from heir secondary shape in which they much resembled the Human kind; and the egg transfer would have to take place while the Lan were in their primary form. This meant that Xichen would have to drag Jiang Cheng into their soundproofed family hut so as not to alarm the other Human on board.

Wangji kept pacing around the bridge. The egg laying usually didn't take as much time as the fertilisation. Could it be over and done with already? Was Xichen still in the middle of it? Wangji hated to admit, even to himself, that he was jealous of the Human captain for getting to carry Xichen's spawn.

He jolted when the com station began to beep. An internal call. Wangji hurried over and pressed the button to establish a connection.

'Bridge, Lan Wang...'

'Wangji!' It was a sob – and it was all Wangji needed. He turned the connection off and ran over to the family hut, which Jingyi and Sizhui had steered clear off, knowing what was going to take place this night. Wangji threw the door open and was met with an awful sight: his brother in his secondary form, all nude, sitting cross-legged on the floor, weeping and cradling a huge, bloodstained egg in his arms.

'Oh no,' he whispered. He staggered and fell onto his knees next to Xichen, wrapped his arms around him and hugged him as tightly as he could without damaging the egg – even though he knew nothing could be done to save it now. He held Xichen, who wept with deep, broken sobs. 'I'm so sorry, my love.' He let Xichen cry, and only when he seemed to have run out of tears he asked: 'What happened?'

'It's my fault,' Xichen murmured. 'It all seemed to go so well. These Humans aren't built for it, but after I'd stretched him for a while I could get my ovipositor in him and then the egg, and he seemed to be accepting it! I managed to get it in place, but...' He clutched the egg in his lap. 'But then when I added the incubation fluid, he apparently couldn't take all of it. I thought he was crying out in pleasure – I even think he came: his little organ discharged and everything! - but when I pulled out the fluid just kept pouring out of him! I tried to push it back, I even used my cock to try and plug him and that helped, but only until I released him again. And then the egg started moving and...' He began sobbing again. 'There was no stopping it! He rejected it and the egg came out and there was blood everywhere...'

'Oh no.' Wangji hugged his brother again, kissed his forehead and then the egg's pale, soft scale. 'I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry it failed and I'm so sorry this little one is never going to hatch...' Xichen started full-on weeping again, holding on to his dear, sweet spawn that would never get to see the light of day. Wangji let him be: they'd experienced such heartache before and he knew how raging hormones made egg-parents love their eggs as if they were fully realised hatchlings. And he knew how Xichen had had his hopes up for this experiment...

'The captain,' he asked, finally. 'Is he alive?'

'I think so.' Xichen wiped his wet cheeks. 'I left him in the tub.'

Wangji rose, feeling horrible about having to leave Xichen alone. As he returned, he walked over to the com at the door and called Sizhui and Jingyi at the lab. Hopefully, captain Jiang could still be patched up and maybe they could even try again, although from the looks of him, Wangi wasn't hopeful.

He turned back to his beloved Xichen and sighed. This meant it was up to him now.

Wei Wuxian

'Wei Wuxian.' Someone knocked the door to his little hut and Wei Wuxian nearly launched himself from his cot from shock. He'd been in the middle of a dream where he was leading a zombie army by means of a magic flute – what the hell, brain? – and had to shake it off before he could yell at whoever was there to shut up and he was coming. He slipped into his work pants and opened the door. Outside stood Lan Wangji.

'Hello.'

'Err. Hello.' Wei Wuxian yawned. 'What time is it?'

'An inconvenient hour. But I fear I must ask for your help?'

'Oh?' Wei Wuxian felt the little leap his heart made. In truth, he didn't share Jiang Cheng's aversion for the Lan at all: he actually liked them, a lot. Especially Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian had no idea if Wangji was considered beautiful to his own species, but damn: for a human being he was an absolute smoke show!

'It is the captain. I'm afraid he's hurt and I do not know enough of human physiology to aid him.'

'He's hurt?' Wei Wuxian almost yelled in shock. 'Oh shit, what's happened?'

'Come this way.' Lan Wangji took him from the engine room on the lower decks to the crew quarters on mid-deck, explaining the situation on the way. 'I was at the com station tonight when I heard his call for help. When I found him, he seemed to have lost consciousness. I was uncertain of what to do and called in help from my colleague, who suggested a cold bath might help to wake him. Neither of us knew how the bath in your captain's quarters works, so we brought him to our joined hut.'

Wei Wuxian nodded: that sounded like something he would do. The moment Lan Wangji let him enter the family quarters though, something felt off.

He smelled blood. And he knew that if there was so much blood that he could smell it, something had to be wrong. He turned to Lan Wangji and saw him standing in front of the door, as if to block it. He frowned.

'I'm sorry, ' Lan Wangji said. A split second later, something was pressed against Wei Wuxian's face. He struggled, kicked and screamed, but couldn't prevent himself from breathing in the chemical pressed against his nose and mouth, and he quickly lost control over his limbs; and his consciousness next.

He woke up feeling intensely groggy. Blinked and found himself in a strange place. A large hut, with an enormous mattress covering the floor wall to wall...

Oh right, the Lan family quarters. He tried to sit up, found he couldn't move his arms. What the fuck...?

'How are you feeling?'

He turned his head and found he was being looked at by Lan Wangji, stripped down to only his pants. For a second, Wei Wuxian forgot about his predicament and gawked at the other man’s muscular, lean chest, toned abdomen and – hey, no belly button? Okay, weird, but not off-puttingly so.

He looked back at the man’s face. Had Lan Wangji seriously knocked him out and tied him down? If that man weren't so drop-dead gorgeous – and Wei Wuxian didn’t have a heavy non-con kink – he might be really mad now.

'What's this about?' he asked. 'Where's the captain? You said he was hurt...'

'I'm afraid that was no lie, but Sizhui and Jingyi are treating him to he best of their abilities as we speak. He will live; may even fully recover.'

'Recover from what?'

Lan Wangji sighed. 'I am sorry,' he said again. 'I actually quite like you, Wei Wuxian. I wish this were not the way I had to tell you this.'

'Tell you what?'

Lan Wangji licked his lips. 'My species is dying,' he said. 'We can no longer procreate among ourselves. Hence, we have been looking for suitable vessels to carry out spawn, and you are part of an experiment to find out if humans are compatible with our kind.'

For a few moments, Wei Wuxian just stared at him. Then he started laughing.

'Okay, you really had me there for a moment! Interspecies breeding program? Right. Did Jiang Cheng tell you of my monster fucking phase at the Academy? He must have, huh? Asshole.' He grinned. 'For what it's worth, Lan Wangji: if there were one alien I'd gladly do a weird sex experiment with, it would be you.'

'Do you mean that?' the other man sounded relieved.

'Yeah, sure. Now, you've had your fun. Come on, let me go back to bed before the morning shift starts, okay? We can all have a nice big laugh about it in the morning.' The contended look on Lan Wangji's face faded. And so did Wei Wuxian's giddiness. 'Lan Wangji. Seriously. Let me go now?'

The other man shook his head. 'I'm sorry, Wei Wuxian.' He got up, hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of his pants. It fell into a heap at his feet and Wei Wuxian found himself staring at a man even more gorgeous than he'd ever imagined.

'You're gold!' he sputtered. 'You have...' Then his eyes found Lan Wangji's sexual organ and his usually overactive mind came to a full stop.

'My egg is ready to be transferred,' Lan Wangji said. 'It is best it takes place right now. If it fails a second time, we may travel back to our planet immediately and perhaps save the both of you.'

'S...save me? From what?'

Lan Wangji gave him one more remorseful look, then he started to transform. He grew: to twice, thrice his normal size. His hand and feet transformed into claws and a second pair of legs sprouted from his midsection. His skin turned blue, scaly, iridescent; his mouth became a snout with rows of razor sharp teeth; and from his skull two large horns appeared. Within moments, Lan Wangji had transformed into what Wei Wuxian could only describe as some kind of dragon.

'Holy fuck...' he whispered, breathlessly. This was...

This was his twenty-something's ultimate fantasy!

He stared at the enormous two pronged dick, dragging over the mattress, and realised that oh fucking hell, was that how Jiang Cheng had gotten hurt? Had they tried to put that...? All the fucking way...?

'Stop!' he shrieked. 'For the sake of... Please stop!'

The magnificent creature rumbled: 'I know you are frightened...'

'Frightened, yeah, but also sign me the fuck on but also please untie me first because I need you to not wreck my ass when we do this.'

He wasn't sure he could read Lan Wangji's expression in this form – truthfully, Wei Wuxian wasn't sure he could read it in his other form either – but he seemed confused. So Wei Wuxian continued: 'You are truly the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on, and if you seriously want to see if we are sexually compatible, then I hereby consent. Wholeheartedly. Yes please. But.' He nodded at the twin dicks pointing his way. 'Those things are ridiculously huge. I can already tell you I won't be able to take them without serious prep, and I mean serious prep. But I wanna try and make it work. If that's what you want. But you have to let me go and... Work with me, okay?'

Lan Wangji remained silent for a bit. 'What would you require?'

'Loose hands, for one. Second: a lubricant. Lots and lots of lubricant. I have some in my hut but that's never gonna cut it...'

'We have Isomalm at the lab? It is an extremely viscous, water based substance.'

Wei Wuxian nodded. 'That sounds perfect.'

Lan Wangji

'I think it should fit now.'

For hours now, Lan Wangji had been preparing Wei Wuxian's asshole, with some supervision from his son Sizhui. With the use of gloves, his hands and arms and copious amounts of Isomalm, he was now so deep inside Wei Wuxian's ass as his ovipositor was supposed to minimally reach, in order for him to be able to lay the egg deep enough for it to stay put. Wei Wuxian was trembling all over and sweating profusely: his – endearingly small – sex organ had discharged several times now and he was babbling incoherently, though insisting everything was still alright.

'Wangji, Wangji, I'm having the night of my fucking life,' he'd exclaimed, when Wangji and Sizhui were discussing if maybe they should stop. 'If you stop now, I may never have the heart to do this again, so please: don't fucking stop!'

Sizhui had injected Wei Wuxian with pheromones, hoping it would help his body to accept the egg more easily, and it seemed to have a relaxing effect on his body too, which was convenient.

Lan Wangji slowly withdrew his forearm from Wei Wuxian's ass, which remained invitingly open for him. This was it then, the moment of truth.

'Would you like me to stay?' Sizhui asked. Sweet, caring Sizhui.

'Yes,' Lan Wangji said. 'He may need professional care after that I am unable to provide.' He nodded at the Human in front of him. He'd taken a liking to Wei Wuxian before, but his enthusiasm and understanding had really endeared him. Perhaps he could even take him as his mate, if he would survive the pregnancy?

He allowed himself to transform. To his primary form, Wei Wuxian looked even smaller and more fragile. He leaned over him and licked the soft, salty skin of his neck and shoulders.

'Are you certain?' he rumbled, one last time.

Wei Wuxian reached back and parted his ass cheeks. 'Do it,' he slurred.

A few hours later, Wei Wuxian knew what a kiwi had to feel like. He had an egg inside of his belly the size of a basketball, albeit a little more oval. He could fucking see the thing take up space in him: he looked like he was seven months pregnant. And his asshole... He felt like he was never going to be able to properly sit again.

There was something very nice though, about being cradled between two enormous dragons. The egg inside him, he'd learned, was Wangji's but had been fertilized by Xichen, so technically it was theirs. Meaning he had somehow ended up in a three-way with two aliens.

'How long will I have to hold onto this?' he asked again.

'Thirty days,' Xichen repeated drowsily. He was holding a second egg in his claw, pressed against his belly, where his hearts – as in two! – were located. That egg – Xichen’s, fertilised by Wangji, so technically a twin to the one in his tummy? – was supposed to be inside Jiang Cheng right now, but for some reason the whole thing hadn’t worked with him, and the poor egg had been rejected and had now gone cold. Wei Wuxian understood that Xichen was not ready to say goodbye to it yet: the thing inside of him made him hella uncomfortable, and yet, he was already getting attached to it.

'Don't worry: we can take it out operatively,’ Xichen continued. ‘You won't have to lay it after it's hardened.'

Oh. Good. He hadn’t even thought of that.

'And how many times will you have to inseminate me?'

'Twice a day,' Wangji replied, contentedly.

Well. If the inseminations were going to be any bit as fun as the egg transfer had been, he was in for a lovely month. Even if it meant not being able to sit properly anymore.

'And Jiang Cheng is going to be alright, yeah?'

'He’s going to feel a bit banged up, but he should be perfectly fine. You can see him tomorrow, first thing.’

‘Good.’ A weak smile appeared on Wei Wuxian’s face. Maybe Xichen could try it again and he and Jiang Cheng could end up pregnant together? That could be fun, maybe.

Lan Wangji

Lan Wangji eyed the tiny, naked Human all curled up against him, like a nestling to it’s parent, and felt a strong sense of protectiveness towards him. Protectiveness and affection. He’d done so well, he’d been so brave! Perhaps the pheromones had clouded his judgement a bit, and they seemed to be affecting him still: Sizhui even suggested that this might be his permanent state for as long as the pregnancy lasted considering Wangji would be inseminating him on a bi-daily basis. Wangji didn’t mind it. He seemed very compliant, this way; and wouldn’t it be better for the egg if the carrier wasn’t exposed to any stress?

Perhaps this even meant that the captain could be persuaded to take an egg again. Lan Wangji eyed his sibling, who, to his relief, smiled a little, if sadly. He leaned over to lick his brother's snout. did the same to the poor little egg in his clutch, and pulled him closer in his embrace. Then he raised a claw and gently scratched Wei Wuxian's scalp.

'Rest, my lovely mates,’ he whispered. ‘Let me take care of you.’

Wei Wuxian crooned softly and closed his eyes, arms folded over his huge tummy. His single heart beat in tandem with their own, creating a wonderful, soothing baseline.