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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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Jaina had tried for hours to will herself to sleep, to no avail; she could hear vaguely sounds from outside the window, the enchanted irrigation spells intended to water the palace gardens, the distant sound of night birds; when it had got quiet enough, she could even hear the guards pacing out in the hall.
The covers in her bed were luxuriant and soft, she was aware the queen didn't have to let them stay the night, and didn't have to help them in the first place; she couldn't help wondering if there wasn't some ulterior motive to all this, and still felt reluctant to let down her guard.
Very subtly, she could make out some other kind of sound from the hall outside— no— from some nearby room— it was a low conversation in Darnassian, and she wondered who would be meeting so late into the night; there came a male voice at first, and it was somehow familiar, but she couldn't place it exactly.
The second voice was female, and after she'd heard a little more, Jaina recognized it was Lady Vashj; at that, she began to listen a bit more carefully. Why was Vashj still up at this hour? Was this normal for her...?
But there was something about her tone which almost made Jaina question whether it really was Vashj— but it was, she was certain of it— even though she sounded awfully... compassionate somehow.
Jaina recognized curiously there appeared to be something almost like maternal kindness to her voice, of which she had never imagined her capable; she was asking the man if he would humor her at the harp. It was then that Jaina recognized the other voice belonged to Dath'remar, he responded with graceful formalities unmistakably laced with affection—
Had Vashj and Dath'remar stayed up late into the night so that he could humor her at the harp...?
But as she listened further, there gradually issued the distant sound of a soothing and beautiful song, something far gentler than the music presented earlier on stage by Refreshment Table; it came unexpectedly, achingly tender, and Jaina was reminded of Kael when he had played the harp.
Now that she listened without distraction, she recognized that Dath'remar really was exceptionally talented— exceptional, that was, in comparison with what she had known; she wasn't certain why it made her heart hurt.
When at last the song had reached its conclusion and the last penetrating notes faded slowly away, she thought she still could feel the fragile softness there; she needed not see the way Dath'remar knelt before Vashj, how he placed his head in her lap willingly, or how Vashj caressed the strands of his hair; how he kissed her palm and each of her fingers, and asked with quiet humility to be cared for—
—she needed not bear presence to these things directly to understand the virginal innocence in them, the ardent surrender and delicate, boyish admiration— it occurred to her then that she'd been inadvertently witness to something terribly intimate, on which she'd not meant to intrude— and that, essentially, Dath'remar had asked Vashj to spell him.
The realization had left her with quite a strange and hollow feeling, because she'd imagined that spelling would be something heartless and cruel; when Vashj and Azshara had spoken of how guys were better off spelled for their own good, it had sounded to Jaina like some sort of ugly joke— but this was something different entirely, which carried sweet empathy she could not deny—
She felt humbled somehow, uncertain what to make of what she'd overheard and embarrassed for intruding on something so personal— because even though she couldn't help hearing, she had intently listened in.
She wondered if she could really understand this ancient and very different culture, and if, through legend, the modern world might have perceived and judged Azshara with the sentiment of its own time.
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"Can I take this off?"
"Yeah."
"How does—"
"Like this— wait— no— Wrathion— just let me—"
"No, I got it—"
"Ow— shit, your claws—"
"Sorry—"
"Ow— that's— ow again— it comes off this way— no— this way— what are—"
"Would you keep it down? Everyone's gonna hear you."
"Sorry— what are you doing, that's my foot—"
After a long and awkward struggle, finally Wrathion got Anduin out of his night clothes; his hands moved on his body everywhere, and though he groped him a little too roughly and a little too hard, Anduin thought he didn't really mind. Here and there along his skin were still old scars from his encounter with Garrosh years ago, in the vague moonlight Wrathion could see that his shoulders and flanks were covered with freckles.
"You're funny-looking," Wrathion said, and Anduin smiled at that.
"Yeah?" he asked, he was lain on his back and reached with both hands to pull Wrathion closer; "You're still kissing me, though—"
His breath issued humid and warm.
Wrathion was wearing only his shorts, and now Anduin began tugging at them; soon they reached for them together, they pulled at the fabric with graceless impatience until finally Wrathion kicked them off one foot and turned his attention to Anduin fully. He thought he was starting to get the hang of kissing him, and that he'd become more familiar with how his body felt— but still, despite that, he'd got a bit shy when he closed one hand on his cock.
Anduin went quiet at that, he exhaled through a timid smile and glanced to where Wrathion touched him; then, he moved a bit closer and reached with his own hand, he padded around blindly before getting both their members in his grip. He'd always sort of wondered what that would feel like.
Now he had Wrathion's attention, and then there began a mutual effort between them to find the best position for that sort of thing; "Get on your side," Wrathion whispered, "Like— facing me— like that— and now I should also— okay, now move a bit closer—"
Anduin laughed softly, because by then they'd got awfully close, and had got into a very awkward tangle— but that was all right— he kind of liked that—
"Now we have to— all right, give me your hand—"
They regarded each other with curious smiles when Anduin got Wrathion's hand on both their members again; "That's a bit better," he said, and then came another minor struggle while Wrathion tried to unravel his leg out of where Anduin's knee was still on him.
After that, though, they'd gone quiet for some moments while they tried to figure out what they thought of it; "That feels nice," Wrathion said, his voice came a bit breathless. But they'd only remained timid and shy for a brief while longer, and soon they were pressing their hips on each other without shame; they both thought of it, of what it would be like if instead of this— instead of pressing their cocks together, what if they were to really do it—
—was there anything really stopping them from trying...?
Would it be too soon? Did it still count as too soon if they both wanted to?
But, in the end, what it came to was that they each were too afraid to ask— because even though both of them wanted to, they each knew that if they'd ask and the other didn't fancy it, it could make everything feel weird afterward.
So, instead of asking about actual sex, they kept going like this, with their hands slick and messy on each other, and it was Anduin who came first— he moved against Wrathion a few final times with his head tightly pressed to the crook of his neck, and came just like that, without regard or consideration for anything else at all.
"You're finished?" Wrathion asked, "Already?"
He could feel the hot liquid slick down both their hands, and against his own member.
"Yeah," Anduin replied; he sounded breathy and exhausted. "I'm sorry—"
They'd gone quiet again, and for a moment Anduin thought Wrathion might get upset like last time; he added hurriedly, "Just— give me a second— I'll catch my breath and then I'll do it to you— you know— like up on the cliff—"
But Wrathion didn't say anything in response; very slowly, he released the hold he had on them and proceeded to bring his hand to where he could get a better look. He observed the fluid trail in glistening rivulets between his fingers and farther down along his palm; Anduin watched breathlessly while Wrathion brought his fingers to his own mouth and tentatively lapped at them.
Just a little bit wasn't so bad, Wrathion thought it wasn't quite so horrid as that time at the cavern; Anduin watched him speechlessly, uncertain what to make of it but aware it was somehow really hot. He hesitated for a moment, and then got one hand on Wrathion's wrist, he reached to lick at his fingers, as well; it still tasted gross. It was still the same unpleasant, viscous feel and unpalatable bitter taste, but he'd wanted so much to enjoy it— he wondered if there was any truth to it at all when people said it tasted good.
After that, he regarded Wrathion with his lips still slick and wet, he watched how, despite the taste of it, Wrathion still was lapping it off his fingers— "You make that look so good," he whispered, and then leaned forth to seize his mouth, he kissed him with the wet digits still pressed on both their lips; "Come on," he said, "I'll finish you off—"
He'd begun to maneuver himself when Wrathion placed one hand on his shoulder to get his attention; he said, "Do it to me and I'll do it to you at the same time."
Anduin paused and tried to be sure he understood what he'd meant; "What, like—"
"Yeah— just— get on me like this—"
Wrathion turned unto his back and then began indicating with his hands midair; "Right, and now you— like— get over me, and turn around—"
Anduin laughed timidly where he'd been partway to arranging himself; it was somehow embarrassing, but, like many young people, he'd been very curious to try this out.
"If someone walks in, this would look so bad," he whispered while carefully maneuvering his limbs into place; "What," Wrathion asked, "You mean like Jaina?"
"Oh my Light, shut up—"
"Anduin Llane Wrynn! " Wrathion imitated Jaina in a shrill tone, "What are you doing with that dragon!"
"That's it— so gonna smite you right now—"
But whatever he might have said next never came, because that was when Wrathion took him in his mouth— he took him after Anduin had already been completely spent from before and still slick all over, he still felt overly sensitive.
He hung his head in defeat and swore silently, and thought maybe he'd wait to smite him until later.
(On to Chapter 28)
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