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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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"Okay, so— how do you wanna do this? You wanna lie on your back, or you wanna go— like— on all fours— and I'll, like—"
"Wait— what?"
"I think you should go on all fours, that's way hotter—"
"Wrathion— wait; I'm not— you're the one who's on the bottom—"
"Uh— no I'm not."
Silence.
"Well," Anduin said, "I'm not gonna be on the bottom— that's ridiculous—"
"Well, how did you think we were gonna do this?!"
"Obviously— I thought I was gonna— you know— like—"
"You thought you were gonna put it in me?! Don't be stupid—"
"Well— why would I just— well, that's just dumb—"
They regarded each other irritably; they each were convinced the other ought to have worked this out by then; "Look," Anduin huffed, "If I'm gonna end up in this situation with— like— the high priestess—"
"What— you thought you were gonna be on top of her or something? Clueless little you? She would obviously be on top, which is why I—"
"Yeah, but— I'm the one with the cock— so—"
"Yeah, and so am I! You see? What do you call this? That's right— have a good look—"
Wrathion began thrusting a bit while helpfully pointing at his member to demonstrate.
Anduin did have a good look, and for several moments he'd forgot quite what he had planned to say next; "Stop that," he finally said, "Well, I won't learn anything if I don't do the— you know— the dicking—"
"You won't learn anything from being on top either— you're meant to— like— to please— remember—"
"Fine. Know what? I'll lie on my back, then— like this— and do the dicking from the bottom—"
"No."
"No? Why the hell not?!"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because— you're a mortal— and you don't know anything— so I have to be the one doing the dicking—"
"The hell? That doesn't even make sense—"
"Do not— like— meddle— in the affairs of dragons—"
"How the hell is this the affair of dragons— this is my affair— an affair of mortals—"
"Just— just get— on your—"
A brief wrestling match ensued then, complete with threats on Anduin's part to call down holy fire, and Wrathion threatening in turn to singe him to a crisp; they regarded one another moodily when neither had won, and finally Wrathion said, "We're gonna end up not having sex, and it's all because of you."
"Because of me?! How is this because of me?! You're the one— who— you're all like—"
"Okay! Okay— know what— fine. We take turns."
They both took a moment to consider if this might work.
"Okay—" Anduin finally said. "But I go first."
"No."
"Light damn it, Wrathion! I don't trust you— you'll be all, 'I go first,' and then afterward you'll be like, 'and that's all the sex we're having.'"
"I would not say that."
He was totally planning on saying something like that.
"Yeah you will— I can totally see it— then you'll probably try to get another turn doing the dicking again—"
"Look at this— look—" Wrathion helpfully pointed to his cock again, in case Anduin might somehow have missed it the first time; "Can you honestly say you don't want this inside you—"
"Wh— what— no! And I could say the same thing— I could say— don't you— like— want— I mean—"
Somehow, though, Anduin had got too shy to point at himself that same way; he'd started laughing despite himself. "Light, you look so stupid when you do that," he snickered, then comically pointed to his own cock. "I'm Wrathion," he said, "and you want this inside you—"
"Shut up, I don't sound like that—"
Now Anduin began comically thrusting at the air and moving his hips all around; "Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons— and here's the affairs of dragons— right here— I'm Wrathion— have you got a good viewing angle?" He pointed at his cock even more blatantly; by then, they both were snickering so much they had to remember to be more quiet, but they'd effectively overcome any hesitation they'd felt.
"Let me do it just this once," Wrathion tried to negotiate, now they were back to kissing, he'd tried to appeal in his gentlest tones; "and I promise, after that, next time you can do it to me— and also I'll give you head again—"
That last bit did sound tempting; Anduin regarded him suspiciously for some moments. "Well..." he said uncertainly, "But— you can't suddenly take it back— you can't say— like— you changed your mind or whatever—"
"No, for sure— I promise I won't—"
"And you can't be all— like— you can't have some reason suddenly—"
"No, I really will— next time, you can totally do the dicking."
Anduin glanced at him like he were trying to assess him for bullshit, like he still wasn't sure if he was somehow being tricked; "Okay—" he finally said, and before Wrathion's eyes completely lit up with enthusiasm, he added, "But just this once— and— you can't forfeit— and only because you said you're also giving me head—"
"Yeah, definitely, for sure— now can you, like— can you get on all fours—"
"What— I don't want— we're not supposed—"
"Trust me, I'm an expert— I had this porno book— it was really hardcore—"
"You had a porno book?!"
"Shh— would you keep it down? Yeah— I know exactly what to do—"
"When the hell did you get a porno book?!"
"Had one back at Spires of Arak—"
"At Spires of— with what? With, like— arakkoa?"
"Ara— wh— no! No! With dragons, obviously! Titans, what do you take me for—"
"Where in the hell did you get—"
"From some orcs— can you just turn around—"
"Can I see it—"
"I don't have it with me— just— can you—"
Anduin felt awfully stupid being turned around on all fours this way; he regarded Wrathion uneasily from over one shoulder and said, "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to lie on my back."
"Trust me, I saw this in the porno— it's way hotter like this—"
"This isn't hot, I feel stupid."
"You are stupid."
"That's it— I'm not doing this—"
"Sorry! Sorry, fine; we'll do it however you want."
Anduin regarded him suspiciously, and then gradually began turning around; then Wrathion absently added, "But it's way hotter the other way, just saying."
"Well— I don't care."
"Okay— okay, sorry."
Wrathion got him turned around, and then they regarded each other stupidly in the darkness; "Right," Wrathion said, he examined Anduin like he were trying to figure the logistics out in his mind.
"Well— so now I would need to—"
He reached for the underside of Anduin's knees and began lifting them up and toward his chest.
"What the— what are you doing—" Anduin huffed, he rapidly slapped Wrathion's hands away.
"What's it look like I'm doing— I'm getting you in a proper position to get my cock in—"
"You can't just— you're meant to— oh, fuck it, I don't wanna do this—"
"You can't back out now! You promised!"
"Bloody hell— well, you can't just put it in—"
"Why the hell not?!"
"Because!" Anduin gave him a complete duh look; "You're meant to use something on your cock— like— lubricant—"
"Well, where in the hell am I gonna get that?!"
"I don't know!"
"Didn't you think this through ahead of time!"
"Would you piss off— well, hasn't she got some bath oils in here somewhere?"
Some minutes later, they were back on the bed with a vial of scented bath oils, which to Wrathion's draconic senses smelled absolutely horrid— but he didn't care, because he wanted to get to the sex already.
"Didn't your porno books say anything about that?!" Anduin asked while he watched Wrathion tentatively get the oil on his member;
"No. It obviously didn't, because I've practically memorized that book from cover to cover, and I would definitely have noticed something like that."
"Was it really with dragons?"
"Would you shut up about that!"
"What are— what are you doing—"
"What's it look like I'm doing?!"
"Would you stop with my legs—"
"You were the one who wanted to lie on your back— I said to get on all fours, but you—"
"Pretty sure you're not meant to bend me like that—"
"How do you know so much about it?"
"Who doesn't know?!"
"You, obviously— since you should be moaning in pleasure around now—"
"Moaning in pleasure from what? From the way you've got my legs bent?"
"Very talkative tonight, aren't you? I can't concentrate with all this— like— this pressure—"
"Oh, just— would you— oh, I'll do it—"
At that, Anduin felt blindly for Wrathion's member; it was terribly slick with the oil, which wasn't particularly pleasant. The whole thing felt like a visit to the medic's, and not like something intimate or hot.
"Can't believe I'm doing this," Anduin mumbled while he tried to bring it toward his entrance, "Scoot forward a bit— it doesn't reach—"
"How's this?"
"Bit more— I think— you're meant to—"
Now finally Wrathion went a bit quiet, because feeling the small entrance just against the slick insistence of his tip really was kind of nice; he tried to glance down, but couldn't see anything from that angle.
"That's actually kind of good," he said honestly, and Anduin glanced up like he hadn't expected to hear that; it was somehow curiously flattering-- something like how he'd felt unexpectedly flattered the other day to hear Wrathion say he'd liked the way he gave him head.
"Wh— really?" he asked, and Wrathion nodded, he was trying to get a better hold of his legs; "Can I go in?" he asked, and Anduin paused to give that some thought.
"Wait," he said; "I don't know—"
"But just think— if I went in, we wouldn't be virgins anymore—"
"This isn't exactly how I pictured losing it— I pictured myself being the one with my cock inside someone—"
"Which, I told you, I'll totally let you do later—"
"Can't believe I let you talk me into this—"
"Oh, stop— this isn't so bad— you have to like it at least a little— I mean— I do have a pretty nice dick—"
"What's that got to do— I just— if it's so nice, then why don't you let me do it to you—"
"I told you, I will!"
They paused and regarded each other indignantly.
"So—" Wrathion started again; "So can I put it in, then?"
"Fine. But— slowly."
"Really slowly, I promise—"
He really did start moving in very slowly; it didn't exactly hurt, but it didn't feel good, either; it just felt sort of uncomfortable and weird, with the oil slick everywhere and the strained position he'd got Anduin in. It felt too tight.
"Okay— okay, stop."
Wrathion paused dutifully, with just the head barely inside; but that didn't matter, because that counted as sex, and now they had both had sex. He regarded Anduin like he'd be willing to do anything if only he'd let him go on.
"This feels weird," Anduin said.
"No, it feels really good— it feels great— just like how everyone always says—"
"Really?"
"Yeah— it's brilliant—"
"How— how far in are you?" Anduin tried to tilt himself to see, but obviously he couldn't.
"Just the head."
"Just the— oh, and it feels like too much already—"
"Oh, come on—"
"Well, let me try it—"
"No, this is still my turn!"
"Fine— keep going." There was something about hearing how much Wrathion had liked it which gave Anduin courage; he felt somehow desirable, and wondered if this made him a good lover.
In the end, Wrathion had managed to get it in about one inch more before finally Anduin asked him to stop, but that had been good enough— because there they'd finally had sex.
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The first rays of morning sunlight washed warmly into the room, they painted oblong shapes on the opposite wall; through his still-closed eyes, Anduin could see vaguely the bright amorphous shapes in his visual field. He'd forgot at first that he wasn't still at his bedchamber in Stormwind Keep, and that he wasn't about to head down to the cathedral for his morning prayers. Then, he remembered.
Last night, he and Wrathion had sex.
They'd really had sex, and it was the single best thing he'd done in his entire life.
He opened his eyes and regarded Wrathion's sleeping form, he was curled under his blankets with only his long, dark hair visible messily beneath the covers; all around, the blankets were silken and soft, exceptionally luxuriant— and, now in the daylight, he could see in detail the exacting attention with which every item of furniture was constructed.
The bed frame matched the end tables, and the end tables matched the curtains, and the curtains matched the carpets, and even the arcane crystals affixed to the walls matched everything else; one thing, however, which drew Anduin's attention when he'd finally realized, was that there was clear sunlight, there in Ashenvale.
The times he'd visited Ashenvale before, it was shrouded in a nearly perpetual state of twilight, where moondust and softly-glowing shrubs had lit the forest and its roads; Anduin sat slowly in bed and gazed out the window, where there really was daylight all around. Maybe here, in Zin-Azshari, things were a little different; Azshara hadn't piously worshipped the moon goddess, after all.
But he'd not invested much thought on these things; there were much more important matters at hand, like the fact that he and Wrathion had had sex.
Anduin grinned down at his lover contentedly, and then nudged his shoulder in order to wake him up.
"Remember the sex?"He asked in a continued show of unprecedented tact.
For some moments, Wrathion didn't respond; then, his eyes twitched, and his mouth stretched slowly in a carnivorous smile.
"Ah, yes..." he said with an air of deep philosophical introspection; "the sex..."
He turned to Anduin knowingly and grinned even more, and they took some moments to laugh at how dirty they were.
"Remember when I had my cock in you?" Wrathion asked, as if there was any way in hell Anduin would ever forget; and Anduin was very glad for that particular question, because it was very relevant to his immediate interests at the moment.
"Yeah, but next time we're switching— don't forget—"
"Yeah, don't worry— but remember how I had mine in you? When I was doing you—"
Never before had Wrathion felt such an encompassing sense of achievement.
"Think we woke up the entire castle?"
"Probably, with all the sex..."
"They probably couldn't sleep, we were pretty wild."
"That's right— we came here from the future, and then had sex in their castle—"
"Well— we had best go for a bath, because you need one after you have sex—"
They were still on about that when there came a knock at the door; then Jaina's voice came, and she called Anduin's name like she'd totally just heard his voice in there and there was nowhere to hide.
"Crap," Anduin stiffened straight away; he pulled the covers higher along his naked chest and called to the door, "Tell her I'm not here...!"
About three seconds had passed before he realized he'd called out what he'd meant to whisper to Wrathion subtly; and around then Jaina opened the door and cast a stare at him directly, which felt to Anduin almost lethal in its potency.
"This isn't what it looks like...!" He squeaked, and Wrathion tried badly to scramble in the other direction— but he managed only to get even more tangled in his blankets instead.
"Yeah...!" he stammered, "We weren't having sex!"
But it was almost like Jaina had completely missed the sex bit, and even the fact that the two of them were in bed together, naked; she merely pointed one hand out the door and shouted at Anduin, "Why aren't you in there watching Kael'thas...!"
At that, Anduin's eyes went completely wide; he stared back like a deer in headlights.
"Kael'thas," he muttered, "fuck...!"
He started scrambling out of the bed and padded around for his clothes, while still trying badly to conceal himself with the blankets— which didn't exactly work; he could hear Jaina start trotting down the corridor in the direction of the other guest room, he was still awkwardly pulling on his trousers while he started running out after her.
Behind him, Wrathion was rapidly hopping into his pants, he'd been about to run out of the room and after his lover when he caught sight of the tiny whelp, who was still peacefully curled at a distant corner of the mattress.
He paused for a moment and frowned, uncertain how after all the sex, and then that morning's commotion, she still hadn't woken up; "Well-behaved little girl, aren't you?" he asked, and it occurred to him he ought not leave her alone in the room. Truth was, he'd completely forgotten about her, and now it felt kind of awkward that she had been there.
Very carefully, he leaned over the bed and lifted her gently in his arms, unaccustomed to carrying such a tiny baby whelp; she was terribly delicate and fragile, and the purple markings on her wings glittered a bit in the morning light.
He'd stepped out into the hall just in time to catch Jaina and Anduin vanishing into a distant guest room, where Jaina had busted in breathlessly, like she'd been running; two strides into the room, she stopped in place with Anduin at her heels.
At the bed before them was a tangle of limbs of which she couldn't quite make sense, and when she'd begun to grasp just what she was looking at, she went completely red all at once; she could see every part of Kael'thas, and almost every part of Illidan.
"Oh, fucking fuck—" she stammered; "— Anduin— come on— let's go—"
She'd got both hands over his eyes and started to shove him out of the room, but then unintentionally pushed him into Wrathion, who'd just begun walking in.
"Ow!" Wrathion cried, and finally the whelp in his arms had woken up; she'd begun struggling like she wanted to climb out and fly off, and Wrathion tried badly to keep her restrained.
"Aunt Jaina," Anduin muttered, "Quit shoving me— thought you wanted me to go in that room—"
He'd barely finished his words when Jaina gave a very adamant No.
Was that Illidan in there with Kael'thas? Were they...
Thinking of it made her flush like a schoolgirl, because it was so fucking hot; after Anduin had peeled her hands away from his eyes, she had absently got one hand on her mouth and began staring absently at the crystals suspended on the wall.
What were they doing in there? Was it dangerous that they'd got together— what if— what if they were scheming— and plotting— but that was Illidan from a much earlier time, before all the demon stuff...
And they were both naked. So bloody naked...
Finally she'd managed to get a hold of herself.
"Anduin," she announced to him in whisper shouts, "You are so freaking grounded—"
"Yeah, Anduin," Wrathion chimed in, "well done." He was still struggling to keep the whelp restrained.
At that, Anduin huffed incredulously, he stared at Wrathion like he seriously couldn't believe this shit.
"Oh!" he sputtered, "Oh! Just brilliant, isn't it! Side with her, would you!"
But he couldn't get much more out before Jaina had begun to lecture him proper; "If you'd been in there and guarding him like you were supposed to, this wouldn't— he wouldn't— they— that—"
"Me! " Anduin whisper-yelled back, "It's got nothing to do with me! Those two were at it with me right there in the room! I had nothing to do with it!"
He'd not realized what he'd said or how it sounded till after he spoke— and then, it took some moments for the words to process before Jaina began to stare back; "What?!" she cried, and now Anduin remembered he'd actually intended to talk to Jaina about that bit, too.
"I— I meant to tell you," he said, "They were saying all this weird stuff—"
"What kind of weird stuff?! When were you thinking of telling me all that?!"
"Good job, Anduin," Wrathion added for good measure, "Now anything they plot is basically on you."
"Oh, would you shut up—"
It was around then that Jaina had grasped the full weight of something else to which she'd been witness that morning; she scowled in a moment of sudden recollection.
"And what in the hell were you lot doing in bed together? Oh, fuck it, Anduin, I can't believe you just neglected your duty to watch Kael'thas so you could snog Wrathion all night—"
"More than snog," Wrathion corrected her helpfully; "We had sex."
"What?!"
Jaina's voice reverberated with resounding clarity all through the acoustics of the corridor; she'd been visibly charging up for the fury with which Anduin was about to get it when, completely out of nowhere, a green whelp fluttered past her. It just barely grazed her arm before it flapped easily into Kael's guest room, and then it flew back out.
"Who had sex?" the green whelp asked with audible interest, she then flew back into the room and stared directly at Illidan and Kael, like they were the single most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
"We did," Wrathion said, in case there was anyone around who was not yet aware of the great significance of this; he then helpfully pointed toward Anduin, then himself, with the hand that wasn't still fighting to hold the black whelp in place.
"Damn it, Wrathion," Anduin seethed,"would you just shut up?!" At his side, Jaina was rapidly approaching her boiling point.
At that, the green whelp laughed victoriously, she proceeded to change into the guise of a preteen Kaldorei girl; she pointed one finger at Wrathion and said, "I knew you guys were boyfriends."
"We are," Wrathion confirmed without missing a beat, and now finally Anduin lunged at his throat; "Aunt Jaina is like right there— she's right there—"
"Anduin Llane Wrynn—"Jaina snarled, "you are so— that's it— you are never— allowed— anything— ever again—"
Now the green whelp— Merithra— had finally taken notice of the baby black whelp in Wrathion's arms; she frowned and reached for it slowly, and then shook her head in disapproval.
"Boy, Onyxia," she murmured, "You're in a lot of trouble now; your father's gonna flip when he finds out you snuck out."
Several seconds passed before the words completely registered; then, Jaina froze with her hands still gripping Anduin's throat. The two princes paused with just as much horror, they watched absently while Merithra took the tiny whelp into her arms.
Somewhere in the background, Kael'thas walked nakedly past, he yawned a tired good morning on his journey to the baths.
(On to Chapter 30)
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