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Timeless: a Wranduin Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Long after the sounds in the room had died down, Anduin remained wide-eyed and awake; everything he'd heard had been surreal, almost like there was some unspoken understanding between Illidan and Kael'thas which completely escaped him— and which did not make sense in the first place, because this Illidan wouldn't know who Kael was.
Anduin felt very much compelled to speak about this with Jaina, but had resolved himself to wait patiently until morning; the temptation to speak with Wrathion, however, was nearly irresistible.
Beyond these events there also was something almost as significant in his thoughts, and that was that he had a boyfriend.
He replayed in his mind time and again how Wrathion had sounded when he'd unceremoniously announced this to Kael, how possessive he was, and how he hadn't gone back on it when Anduin asked about it directly; he had a boyfriend, just like that.
He was now almost certain he had a good reason to go and speak with him, even if he'd have to wake him up: he would tell him about how he'd witnessed something strange between Illidan and Kael, and Wrathion would be forced to admit it was unusual.
That's all they would do.
They would just speak about these important things, and it wouldn't at all be an excuse to go and see him so they could make out.
He'd begun very quietly to stir when he felt something warm just at the back of his legs, and at that he momentarily startled; it felt like some sort of animal, like a small dog or cat— or— a little whelp, like how Wrathion had been when he'd curled up with him when they were younger—
Very carefully, Anduin lifted the sheets to inspect the small creature, and he wondered how long it had been there— he was reminded of that time at the cavern, when one of Neltharion's whelps had snuck into his makeshift bed.
But this one was a very small whelp, he realized now that he got a closer look; certainly it was smaller than Wrathion had been in adolescence, this one might really be very young— he wondered if it was one of Ysera's brood from before, and when it had managed to sneak in there.
Well, now he had a second perfectly logical reason to go and speak with Wrathion: if this was Ysera's whelp, then certainly she and her consorts must worry...
Anduin pulled the sheets back and proceeded to slide his hands beneath the whelp's little body; he whispered that he was just gonna pick it up very gently—
The tiny dragon was pleasantly compliant, it moved sleepily a bit, but did not make much protest about being handled; Anduin became aware that this one indeed was much smaller and lighter than Wrathion had been, because it was still a baby.
It really was awfully cute.
No, this isn't right, Anduin thought; Ysera must be freaking out; he tried to keep quiet while sliding off the side of the bed, and made it most of the way to the door before a low sound came from the opposite end of the room; it was Illidan, and he murmured something in Darnassian which Anduin did not understand— he made out only the word priestesses, but Illidan seemed to go back to sleep after that.
Anduin padded out of the room and quietly closed the door, out in the hall the arcane lamps seemed too bright; he squinted against them, and could feel the whelp's tiny wings move in his arms a little.
The delicate appendages were still soft and fragile, the bones inside seemed so slender and frail Anduin feared he wouldn't hold it carefully enough.
Now that he was out in the lit corridor, he could get a better look of it, and felt surprised to find the whelp was not green at all; it was indeed a black dragon, but it didn't look quite like Wrathion had; its wings were a pretty shade of purple, and there were very subtle purple streaks along its sides.
This one's unique, Anduin thought, and he wondered if maybe all black whelps started out this way; now he was definitely going to consult Wrathion.
He would be stupid not to.
But, all the while, there lingered inside him the unsettling awareness that, somehow, a black whelp had made it all the way here from the Obsidian Sanctum; had this been the same little black whelp who had curled up with him in the lair— and could it be that it had somehow been following him all along...?
--
Jaina couldn't get to sleep, either; she remained awake late into the night, overwhelmed by the suffocating sense of weirdness after all that had happened. She felt greatly concerned for Anduin, and now that she was left without distractions from her own thoughts, she was consumed with worry about sending him to the priestesses on the next day.
Also at the back of her mind lingered a feeling which despite herself she could not will away, and her thoughts turned again to Kael'thas; in his true form, he did not appear to have aged a day since she'd known him during her apprenticeship— and where once he might have seemed to her distant and mature, she saw no more than a stumbling child now. In the light of her own maturation, she looked back now on the times he had tried to court her long ago, and saw naivete there which in her youth she had not understood; she almost wished she hadn't come to know him in these recent days, because she felt for him gentleness and compassion she could not deny.
She would never betray Kalec, but Kael'thas was not a new presence in her life; during the years she'd believed him dead, unbeknownst to her he'd stayed close all throughout, and had not said a word—
—so why now...?
But something else occurred to her while she thought of these things, and she found it eerily unsettling: Malygos had identified Kael in his true form because, despite his changed appearance, dragons could smell you out— but, beyond that, the blue aspect could also sense his magic.
Could it be, she wondered, that Kalec had actually known Aethas' true identity all along...?
--
That night, Azshara had convened with Ysera directly; she explained to her the predicament involving the male priest, and how she had heard of the aspects' decision to have him tested by the Sisterhood.
Ysera consulted Alexstrasza after that, and informed her also of Malygos' antics at the palace— where he'd spontaneously attacked a mortal in direct opposition to their decision, and also to their general rule as the world's protectors. She knew Alexstrasza would be too gentle with him, and complained that her own hand still hurt from the prolonged punishment she'd been made to deal.
Alexstrasza recognized the weight of these issues, she paced through her lair deep in thought; indeed when she and the others decided to let the high priestess test Anduin, they hadn't considered that while she could detect the extent of his powers, she may well refuse to test him in the first place.
It also was likely that if indeed Anduin bore some particularly powerful abilities, the high priestess may deny she had sensed them at all, because of the outrage such a thing might cause; he might even be accused of harboring sinister forces.
Ysera proceeded then to convey Azshara's plan to have Anduin presented so docilely and harmlessly that he might not be perceived as a threat; it was the only way males ever got anywhere there, where what power they had was neutralized through the docile and accommodating way they had learned to present themselves.
"The queen is not mistaken," Alexstrasza spoke slowly while still deep in thought; she could see what she'd intended with this. "But will our little priest know how to handle himself when faced with the Sisterhood? Or will he merely dress the part?"
At that, Ysera grew quiet; she'd begun to see the depth of the problem, and indeed she did not know whether or not Anduin would present himself properly.
Alexstrasza nodded conclusively, aware they must act before Anduin had gone in the next day for his meeting; she turned to the grassy earth behind her, where amongst the scented blossoms and shrubs three of her consorts were lain together in their true forms.
"Korialstrasz," she said to her youngest consort, "I'd like you to lend your talents to our friends tomorrow."
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"This does look pretty bad," Kairoz said thoughtfully while inspecting Malygos over his lap; he had him completely naked, one hand gently moving over the still-tender flesh of his behind— then he gave him one more brisk strike.
"Nothing short of what you deserve," he huffed, and Malygos jumped in annoyance.
"Hey...!" he snarled, "I've already been thoroughly reprimanded, I don't need a second go from you."
"Then you shouldn't have come to me, you cheeky fuck," Kairoz said; "what did you expect? A pat on the back for a job well done? Quit screwing with my plans."
"I'm saving you from your own idiocy," Malygos replied, he now began climbing down from over his lap, but Kairoz held him back; "I'm glad it was Ysera, you know," he said, "Alexstrasza would probably be too kind; she'd send you to her consorts for the real punishment, but you'd probably like that."
"Damn it, Nozdormu, that was one bloody time!"
"One bloody time you fucking loved."
"I ought to enchant you—"
"Yeah? Go on and try it, I always did love a struggle before finally having you."
He finally let Malygos down with a playful shove, then pulled him in by the wrist; he grinned carnivorously and got both hands on his face.
"Your deadly eyes, little darling— was that what you did to him?"
For a brief moment, Malygos actually considered using his gaze; but he softened instead, this sort of bickering between them was well-trodden ground. Indeed, he was too introverted and timid to open up like this with others.
"That's not jealousy I hear in your voice, is it?" he asked; "From someone who gets with his past and future selves on a semi-regular basis, that's rather tart."
"And if it is?" Kairoz smiled toothily, "If it is because I can still smell him on you, when he'd always been my own prize— what will you do, little brother?"
There were to Malygos' next words just a subtle hint of hurt, which made Kairoz grin fondly;
"Always been your prize?" he asked; "What aren't you telling me, Nozdormu? This isn't to do with your ridiculous quest for immortality, is it?"
"You can't honestly expect me to tell you anything about that," Kairoz replied, like surely he'd see reason; "After you've gone and nearly killed him off—"
"Your prize is a very dangerous person," Malygos said; "and so is this entire mission— I'd rather you hated me now than suffer to see us all burn."
"No one is going to burn," Kairoz said, "There are things even your magic cannot produce."
"This is a selfish mission," Malygos sulked; "Will you really see us all burn for your own implausible purpose?"
At that, finally Kairoz stopped; for once his good-natured expression turned serious, and he regarded Malygos directly.
"There never was anything selfish about it," he said; "In time, even you will see."
--
Anduin walked very quietly on his entrance to Wrathion's room; the tiny whelp he carried nestled mildly in his arms, and he paused to regard his boyfriend's sleeping form.
My boyfriend, he thought, and a pleasant rush swept him through; there was no one around, they could totally make out. He paced toward the bed, and then began to lean forth very slowly with intent to kiss him— but just as he got close, Wrathion rapidly gripped his arm.
Anduin's voice came stifled when his mouth came on his, and his hormones got the better of him after that; he still hadn't let go of the whelp while he climbed onto the mattress, and didn't break contact, while they'd begun to kiss restlessly. There was hunger in it he hadn't known until it came now.
It was Wrathion who suddenly pulled back, he practically had to pry him off, and the red glow of his eyes pierced through the darkness silently; they regarded each other for some moments, out of breath and without saying a word, before Anduin reached for him again.
Wrathion succumbed to it for a short while, and then ripped himself away again; even then, Anduin thought he appeared to strain for self-control, his voice came hoarse when he asked, "What's with this whelp?"
At first, Anduin said nothing; he wasn't even really sure where to start; "The whelp—" he whispered while still catching his breath, the primal desire between them was practically tangible; "Yeah, about that— that is, I came to talk to you about that— it just got in my bed somehow—"
"What?"
"Yeah— weird, isn't it— I don't know how it got there, I thought it was one of Ysera's at first— but turns out it's a—"
"—black dragon, I can tell," Wrathion interrupted; he could tell by its scent.
He sat straighter in bed and finally reached toward the tiny dragon; "Did she sneak in while you were sleeping, or...?"
"It couldn't have," Anduin replied, "I hadn't actually slept at all— I've been awake this whole time—"
And that was another thing, really; he wanted to tell Wrathion what he'd witnessed between Illidan and Kael'thas.
"Well—" Wrathion said, "Where did she come from all of a sudden?"
"I don't know; do you think I should tell one of the guards? I mean— I would imagine your fa— Neltharion— must worry for it—"
"Would you stop calling her an it," Wrathion huffed, and Anduin had thought at first he'd be chastised for talking about Wration's father; "Oh—" he said stupidly. Wrathion muttered, "This whelp is a girl."
"Oh," Anduin said again; he was beginning to wonder when they'd get back to snogging; "Well— so what do you think? Should I go ask the guards about it?"
"Yeah," Wrathion replied, and Anduin nodded; "All right."
They gazed at each other for some moments, and then Anduin carefully proceeded to let the whelp down unto the sheets at a distant corner of the bed; he turned to Wrathion again and said, "I'll definitely do that, in like ten minutes."
Wrathion asked no further questions; within seconds they were grabbing impatiently at one another in an awkward and struggling heap, until it was practically sex with clothes on; Anduin had got Wrathion on his back and was pressing his hips against him without shame, they both were so bloody hard.
"It's not weird with it— her— right there, is it?" Anduin asked, and regretted it immediately after; what if now that would make Wrathion stop, and then who knew when he could get him to do this again...?
Wrathion paused, his legs still were tangled somewhere between Anduin's thighs; his hair was completely disheveled, and he absently wiped at his lips. "Yeah, it's pretty weird," he agreed, but said no more after that; they regarded each other silently before falling together on the sheets again.
(On to Chapter 27)
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