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Duality Risen	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Duality Risen
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-one
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Epilogue
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Twenty-two

Tyr felt Chairon before he saw him, the slight creature stepping lightly over the carved floor toward the kal’dorei. Tyr turned to face Chairon, eyeing the sin’dorei as he was being eyed. The two elves just seemed to be content staring at one another, green eyes on gold. Then Tyr reached out to tangle his fingers in Chairon’s long hair. The sin’dorei resisted Tyr’s pull, but the kal’dorei was physically stronger. Chairon didn’t have a chance, soon pressed up against Tyrrandal’s body.
“I don’t get it.” Tyr said softly. He stroked Chairon’s cheek, watching the blonde wince as though he’d been burned. “Why are you afraid?”
“I’m not afraid.” Chairon replied. “I told you before, I-”
“Don’t do one night stands. Yeah.” Tyr leaned his face in closer to Chairon’s. “But I don’t intend to be a one night stand.”
The blood elf’s green eyes narrowed. “You don’t even know me.”
“I want to know you. A rogue who doesn’t try to escape his captors, who doesn’t try to kill his target after a failure, and who doesn’t bother to learn only the tongue of his faction. Who are you, Chairon? That’s what I want to know. That’s what I want to do. To know Chairon.”
“What if Chairon doesn’t want to be known?”
Chairon snorted. “What, just because Mardruk and Cassie started fucking means we have to, too?”
“No.” Tyr replied, a smile working its way onto his face. “But I’d say that was a good enough reason.”
The sin’dorei rolled his eyes and tried to shove away from Tyr. The night elf held him tightly, giving Chairon very little room to move. Tyr dipped his head down and nibbled on the rogue’s left ear.
Chairon immediately tensed and gasped, squirming in Tyrrandal’s hold as the sensitive, delicate point was mercilessly teased. In a span of only a few seconds, Chairon went from hating the stronger male to needing him, squirming against him as whines for the ministrations to stop escaped him.
Tyr moved his mouth from Chairon’s ear to the sin’dorei’s own mouth, capturing him in a kiss that seemed to go on forever. It was hot and sensual, Tyr’s hand sliding to cup Chairon’s cheek as the sin’dorei clutched to him. He broke the kiss only for air, staring into the hazy green eyes of the blood elf rogue.
Chairon shivered. “I hate you so much.”
“I hope you’ll be saying something else soon.” Tyr replied with a smile. He kissed Chairon again and again until the smaller creature began to pant.
“You won’t be able to leave,” Chairon whispered as Tyr pulled off his tunic.
The kal’dorei’s yellow eyes flickered upwards from where he knelt, kissing the expanse of Chairon’s stomach and chest. “I told you. I think I’m in love with you. Really in love with you. Knowing what I do about you, if I didn’t want you like this, believe me, this wouldn’t be happening. Relax Chairon. Don’t say anything.”
Chairon blinked but nodded slowly. Tyr had the impression the smaller creature was trying to puzzle him out, like how a boy puzzles over the best way to put worms in his sister’s hair. The kal’dorei nipped and nuzzled his way down Chairon’s exposed flesh, listening to his soft sounds and feeling him twitch, especially when he ran his tongue over a scar or sensitive areas. Tyr could feel Chairon’s arousal against him, knew that if he kept up the teasing much longer Chairon would probably gut him.
So he opened the smaller elf’s pants and slowly reached in to draw him out, stroking the satiny flesh as Chairon’s nails pricked his shoulders. Tyr noted the sin’dorei was trembling, as though his legs couldn’t support him much longer.
Tyr pulled back and looked up toward Chairon’s face. “Are you okay?”
Chairon swallowed, nodded. “Never… never done this before. You… you drive me crazy, making me want to kill you, making me want to want you. Of all the people in the world, you’re the one who had to make me care about you and your stupid friends.”
Tyr smiled. “So long as you care for me the most.”
Chairon snorted and reached to tug on Tyr’s pointed ear. “Don’t get an inflated ego.”
Tyr hissed as pleasure shot down his spine, straight to his groin. “I’d never dream of it. Just admit it, though. I’m the one you love the most.”
Chairon looked at Tyr for a long while. “If I say it, will you hurry up?”
“Hurry up with what?”
“Bastard! You know what!”
Tyr grinned and leisurely stroked Chairon’s cock with his fingertips. “Oh. Well, maybe.”
Chairon let out an impressive vocabulary and even added in an inventive, if anatomically incorrect, threat before he let out a sigh. “Fine. You’re the one I love the most.”
“Say my name.”
“What?”
“Say my name and that you love me, and I’ll show you a trick.”
Chairon looked about to explode. He growled something in Thalassian and glowered at the kal’dorei. “Tyrrandal, I love you. There. Happy?”
Tyr hummed. “It’ll do.” He promptly lifted Chairon and tossed the smaller elf toward the bed, stripping him of the rest of his clothing at the same time. He followed Chairon onto the narrow bed and pinned the rogue beneath him, on his stomach, purring against the back of Chairon’s throat and inhaling the scent of his hair.
Chairon squirmed as Tyr’s hands slid beneath him, lifting him onto his hands and knees. Then one hand moved and settled between his shoulders, pushing him down until his face was pressed into the blankets and his ass was vulnerable raised up in the air. Chairon shivered. His fingers curled in the blankets as he felt Tyr’s warm breath on his spine, then on the sensitive flesh just above the dividing line of his asscheeks.
“What’re you-”
“Shh.” Tyr commanded. His yellow eyes met Chairon’s green, the buttery orbs heated with desire. “Trust me.”
Chairon shivered as he felt Tyr’s hands spread him, cheeks staining themselves pink. No one had ever been so intimate with Chairon like this. He wondered what Tyr saw, because whatever it was, it was fascinating the hell out of the hunter. The smaller elf squirmed, then jerked as something wet and wriggly pressed up against his asshole, slowly worming its way inside of him.
The moment Chairon realized what that wet and wriggly thing was, he almost jerked free. But Tyr had one hand pressing him down while the other snaked beneath him and took hold of his cock. Chairon let out a whimpering moan as Tyr’s tongue pushed deeper inside of him, opening muscle that wasn’t meant to let anything in. Every time he tensed, Tyr would do something to his aching need that would make him relax, sending Chairon on a spiral of pain/pleasure/pain that both frightened and aroused him.
Then Tyr and Tyr’s tongue pulled away, leaving Chairon aching and shivering. “Don’t move,” Tyr commanded. Chairon gave a wordless affirmation, but he turned his head to watch the kal’dorei as he got off the bed.
Chairon watched as Tyr stripped off his armour and clothes, watched as every inch of that powerful, muscled body was revealed. He watched with a growing thrill and fear as Tyr opened his pants, then stepped out of them, giving Chairon a good look at the thick arousal the hunter was proudly displaying. Tyr rummaged in his pack, and pulled out what looked to be a bottle of some superior healing potion before he turned back to Chairon.
“I’m sorry we have to be quick.” Tyr whispered as he covered Chairon once more. “Time’s against us.”
“Make it up to me later.” Chairon replied as he felt Tyr’s fingers stroking his spine. “I’ll expect flowers and a dinner too.”
Tyr chuckled. “Do you want a ride into the sunset?”
“Of course. Just not on some mount. Four-footed, taloned, or otherwise fully a part of the animal kingdom.” Chairon clarified as Tyr’s eyebrow rose. “I’ll even ride you out on the grasses if you want to make the experience kosher.”
Tyr made an odd noise. Chairon wasn’t sure if it was a laugh or an attempt to curb a mental image. “Duly noted.” Tyr replied. There was a quiet ‘snick’ as he opened the potion bottle. “This will feel weird. Try not to clench.”
“What?” Chairon gasped as something thick and cold worked its way inside him, slippery and painful and he clamped his muscles on instinct. Tyr was whispering to him, stroking his back, his ears, and finally Chairon relaxed enough to permit movement. Tyr’s middle finger delved a little deeper then, pulling out to coat his index and middle finger in the potion before he pushed both digits into Chairon.
The little sin’dorei whimpered and squirmed, but Tyr just kept whispering to him, dirty things that made Chairon squirm for another reason entirely. In all his forty years, Tyr had never had a more squirmy lover. It was refreshing.
He scissored his fingers, stretching impossibly tight muscle and hoping the red fluid he saw wasn’t blood, just an excessive amount of healing potion. Chairon bucked suddenly back against him, his spine curving, and then Tyr felt hot, sticky fluid in the hand wrapped around Chairon’s cock. He pulled his fingers from Chairon, and watched that stretched passage try to put itself back to rights.
“I hope you’re not done.” Tyr said, licking one of the blonde’s long, tapering ears.
“Y-you wish!”
“That’s a good boy,” Tyr said with a grin. He cupped the hand already covered by liquid and poured a liberal amount of potion into his palm. This mix he coated his aching need with, giving himself a few heavy squeezes before he pressed the head of his cock against Chairon’s hole. “Ready?”
Chairon looked over his shoulder at his lover, green eyes narrowed dangerously. Tyr pulled back on Chairon’s hips, watching his cock be swallowed by tight heat. He lifted the sin’dorei so the smaller was in his lap, impaled on his length. Chairon grabbed onto the hands at his hips, a cry escaping his lips. Tyr quickly silenced him with a rough kiss and thrust up.
That was all it took to get Chairon to ride, the rogue near bouncing in the kal’dorei’s lap.
They panted together, moving rhythm and counter-rhythm, Tyr pushing as deep as he could and Chairon trying not to scream. The hunter wrapped his hand around Chairon’s reawakened need and stroked, squeezing when Chairon’s muscles squeezed him. It didn’t take long for the rogue to come again, and this time, Tyr followed, filling the smaller body with his seed.
They nearly collapsed, Tyr supporting himself with one hand to keep from crushing Chairon. Slowly, he pulled from Chairon’s body, frowning a the blood mixed with semen. Chairon kissed him hard, adding a nip for good measure. “So you owe me a really, really good dinner.” The rogue said to Tyr’s questioning look.
Tyr smiled satisfactorily. “Fine. Dinner, flowers, and a ride in the sunset.”
Chairon gave a slight nod. “Maybe some ice cream, too.”
“Don’t push it.”
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