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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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A large shadow swept fluidly through the palace gardens while the red drake made his descent, now finally glances began to turn skyward; up on the balcony, Azshara convened with Vashj when she recognized the dragon queen's youngest consort.
In his true form, Korialstrasz was adorned with glittering decorative chains traditional for his position, he'd made his way toward Jaina and then gently bowed his head. "Lady Proudmoore," he said, he had recognized her from their meeting at Neltharion's lair previously; "I've been sent on request of the queen in regard to the mortal boy under your guard, I've been asked to lend my talents to his benefit."
He proceeded to change to his mortal guise, where Jaina now recognized him immediately; as on the previous day, he'd taken the familiar form of a high elf, thousands of years before high elves came to be. It was a curious matter of draconic decisions, which the night before had many Kaldorei elves assume that Kael'thas, himself, must be a dragon in disguise.
As on the previous day, in his mortal form Krasus was stood almost completely naked, with only the ornamental chains lining his ankles and wrists, and some of his more alluring parts; on his behind was the draconic inscription, Property of the Queen.
Some distance away near the edge of the forest, Wrathion watched suspiciously, he'd tried to figure out whether in his true form Krasus was any larger or more majestic than himself; he was relatively certain that he personally had looked far more impressive. And while Krasus was merely the queen's consort, while he, Wrathion, was the prince of his own flight, he was after all at an age where things like intimate experience seemed to take on tremendous value.
Anduin's eyes narrowed jealously when he noticed Wrathion checking him out, he wondered if he still was thinking of getting with him, even now after all that sex they'd had— and he hadn't expected that Krasus would actually head directly toward them, of his own accord. He'd got one hand possessively on Wrathion's wrist, and had already begun to construct mental reprimands for the flirting Wrathion still hadn't done; he'd expected even less that Krasus would actually seek audience with him, and not Wrathion at all.
When he'd reached them, Krasus bowed before Wrathion politely enough, and Anduin could've sworn his eyes lingered on him for a while; Anduin, himself, couldn't help glancing every part of him, with much more scrutiny now than he had the other day.
He was perfect all over, in his mortal guise he was blatantly well-endowed, an attribute which ascertained without doubt his function and role to the queen; Anduin imagined that, most likely, in his true form as well he must possess whatever draconic traits there were which would make him ideal for such a purpose.
He felt certain that those sorts of draconic things would appeal to Wrathion even more than anything about his mortal form would.
I have nothing on him, he thought; Krasus pretty much existed for the express purpose of sex.
But beyond his greeting to Wrathion, it was Anduin whom Krasus addressed; he proceeded completely straight-faced to inform him he'd come on request of her Majesty the dragon queen, to have him prepared for the High Priestess intimately— for the likely occasion that Anduin would be called upon in such a manner.
For some moments, the full meaning of his words had sunk in, and Anduin had been about to ask how exactly Krasus intended to have him readied when suddenly Wrathion spoke up.
"No," he said conclusively, "Absolutely not."
Some distance away on the lawn, Malfurion and Illidan squinted against the morning sunlight, Illidan still had Kael partway through a turn when Malfurion asked what exactly the red dragon had come for; "I don't know," Illidan shook his head. He finished the turn and proficiently swung Kael'thas into his other arm; "apparently that boy isn't prepared for something, and the dragon had come to get him prepared."
After Wrathion had made his stance on the matter clear, Anduin gave him a subtle and irritated shove; "What the hell?" he whispered, "Stop it, I wanna hear what he has to say."
"What he has to say," Wrathion muttered back, "Is that he wants to get you in bed— and there's no need for that, because I already took care of that last night— and, besides—"
He then turned to Krasus, and his entire face soured while something else occurred to him; "I thought you were property of the queen, Korialstrasz?" he huffed, "Suddenly you can go around sharing your talents with any random mortal?"
"Any random mortal...!" Anduin hissed quietly at his side; somehow, this whole conversation had made him feel terribly daft.
Krasus sighed and regarded the lot of them humorlessly, it seemed to Anduin in that moment that he really was checking Wrathion out.
"I am property of the queen," he deadpanned; "I told you, I was sent at her request."
"Yeah?" Wrathion spoke indignantly; "Well, how do we know that? How do we know you didn't just— come here— because you decided you wanted a piece of mortal ass—"
Now Anduin glared at Wrathion and muttered to him in hushed tones, "Would you shut it? You're being an idiot, you're just upset because of that time he'd turned you down—"
"Oh!" Wrathion huffed back; "You think that's what this is about? Is that what you think? Because I'll have you bloody know he'd missed his chance with me either way! He can't have this now! That's right! Not even if he asked!"
He indicated himself to Anduin briefly, and then went back to directly addressing Krasus; "And know what else?" he asked, he got one hand on Anduin's wrist and then flailed his hand around in Krasus' face. "This mortal doesn't need to be prepared," he informed him; "because he's prepared already. I've prepared him, last night, in bed, with my own massive endowments."
Which you can't have now, by the way, even if you came and begged.
Anduin snatched his hand away and glared at him murderously; "What the hell," he whispered, his entire face had gone red.
"With this," Wrathion clarified further, and now with both hands free, he helpfully pointed them both to his own massive endowments.
Anduin now had one hand completely over his eyes and had flushed from head to toe; he thought he wanted the ground to just swallow him whole.
"Seriously can't believe you right now," he murmured under his breath.
However, across from them Krasus remained wholly unfazed; he made no acknowledgement of Wrathion's tantrum and merely replied, "Well, that's no good. He needs practice at making use of his own gifts."
That was, of his own massive endowments.
At that, all at once Anduin spun toward Wrathion and pointed both hands at him; "Ha!" he cried, "Told you!"
But he flushed again soon after that, like he'd realized too late he'd acted just as childishly as he had; either way, he was pretty embarrassed that his bits and pieces had become such a central topic of conversation.
He turned back to Krasus and tried to explain a bit more civilly; "I told him," he said, "that I should be the one— you know— the one to make use of my— ah— gifts—"
At his side, Wrathion stared with his mouth agape, like he just couldn't believe this shit; "Whose side are you on?" he muttered to Anduin, "You're not seriously backing him up?!"
"Well—" Anduin replied, he was now trying as best he could to convene with Wrathion quietly— because his princely upbringing and priestly modesty wouldn't have him inform the whole yard of his intimate escapades from the night before.
But, all the while, his youthful hormones and his age went in direct opposition to that.
"I'm just saying," he whispered, "I told you all along that in order to prepare for this, I should be the one doing the—" He gave Krasus a brief glance and then turned to Wrathion again; "—that is, that I should be on the giving end—"
"But that's bollocks!" Wrathion whispered back; "That's utter bollocks...! You're not seriously gonna get in bed with him just to prepare for a night with the Priestess!"
"Why the hell not?!" Anduin replied; "You were gonna get in bed with him, weren't you?!"
"What! That's completely different...!"
"Oh!" Anduin rolled his eyes in a tremendous show of exasperation; "Oh! Oh, that's different now, is it!"
"Yeah! That's a completely different thing!"
"How in the hell is that any different?!"
"Because— you know what— don't try to meddle in the affairs of dragons— you just—"
"Oh, the affairs of dragons! Is that what this is now! Well, I suppose that's just obvious, isn't it! That just makes so much sense! Of course!"
"Yeah! That's what it is!"
"Oh, of course! How stupid of me!"
At their side, Krasus was slowly rubbing his temples; through the course of their argument he'd become all the more aware of how correct the queen really was to assign this duty to him; judging by Anduin's current attitude, he didn't think he'd last five microseconds at the High Priestess' bedchamber before she threw him out.
He'd let them duke it out for several seconds more before finally he held up one hand and spoke; "If I may interrupt," he said, "this is a matter of great importance, and if I understand correctly, we haven't got much time left."
Opposite him, Wrathion remained with arms crossed and regarded the both of them moodily; he'd have liked to start on about how he, personally, had never wanted Anduin involved in the first place, but all that had changed the evening before. At that time, he had witnessed personally that the moon goddess had accepted Anduin of her own accord.
He could see there was truth to Krasus' words, and understood well enough there was no easy way for a male priest to appeal his requests, other than by making himself useful in the way which was expected of males.
"I don't like this," he finally said; "Anduin is my boyfriend. If he's going to use his gifts on anyone, it ought to be me."
"He is going to use his gifts for the benefit of the High Priestess, if all goes well tonight," Krasus said.
"I mean apart from that," Wrathion replied; "I'm saying it should be me, and not you."
At their side, Anduin felt his pulse hammer in his ears; the words Wrathion spoke so plainly reverberated time and again in his mind, he had sounded so possessive—
He felt smitten, he was thoroughly flattered, and silently regarded Wrathion in disbelief; several moments had passed before he'd realized that, on top of all that, here Wrathion had actually put up a fight just for the opportunity to let him do the dicking.
"My Lord the Black Prince," Krasus said with quiet urgency; "Now is not the time for possessive jealousy— this mortal's talents must be examined, and the matter of having him tested is highly delicate, due to his position as a male priest. Should you like to be in attendance and direct participation while I have him prepared, it is all the same to me; but I was given orders to make certain he is ready for his meeting tonight."
Possessive jealousy, that confirmed it; out the corner of his eye, Anduin regarded Wrathion with pent exhilaration, he'd never felt so desirable before. His heart raced inside him, he was suddenly deeply enamored, and wanted to seize Wrathion and snog him stupid.
Suddenly, he didn't really mind if Krasus had been in attendance while the two of them—
"Ah—" he said, his voice cracked a little and he tried again; "If I may— I think that might not be such a bad idea."
Both Wrathion and Krasus turned to him then, like they'd completely forgotten he'd been there at all.
"That is—" Anduin continued; "Since Wrathion is my— my boyfriend— and— he did say that this time I'd be the one to do the di— that I'd— well, anyway, I'd like it— if it could be with him."
Very slowly, Wrathion turned to regard him; now he'd begun blushing, as well.
"Yeah," he said, and finally closed his hand in his; he regarded Krasus and continued, "That's right— you can be there— like— to be sure it goes accordingly— but it should be with me."
He nodded conclusively, like here was a decision imparted on the red dragonflight as a whole through direct channels of diplomatic relation.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware he'd just consented to— no, passionately insisted on— a proper dicking on partof Anduin.
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