Timeless: a Wranduin Story | By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Over the course of the morning, Wrathion had come to conclude he'd rather misjudged Krasus; it occurred to him he might not have been a complete idiot, and maybe he did know what he was doing some of the time—
—or maybe it just seemed that way because Krasus had instructed Anduin to give Wrathion head for quite a long while.
And he'd kept close watch on him while he did it, too, and gave little suggestions and tips— not that there'd been anything wrong with the way Anduin had done it before, mind, but this time it got even better.
It wasn't the specific mechanics he needed help with, however, because, naturally, that would be different with a woman anyway— but rather the whole way he went about it, which Krasus felt was terribly amateur and crass.
Really, he thought that in this sense both Anduin and Wrathion were awful.
He endured Wrathion's cringeworthy sex talk while Anduin was at it, until finally he'd had enough and asked him to stop; this was meant to be a lesson, and he thought he couldn't stomach any further queries about whether Anduin had liked his enormous member or whether he fancied having it inside him again.
"What can I say?" Wrathion asked, "He loves having me inside him."
Finally Anduin paused and shot him a glare; he said, "We agreed that this time I'm giving it to you."
"But you do love it, don't you?" Wrathion asked, as though he'd spent more than about a microsecond actually inside him the night before.
Krasus got one hand on his shoulder and pressed him back down to the sheets; "Stop interfering," he said, "just be quiet."
After that, he got his fingers gently on Anduin's head and prompted him to glance up; "You ought to look at him while you do it," he said, "make it seem like you like it, even if you're tired."
"He does like it," Wrathion's voice came strained, and Krasus warned him again to pipe down; he turned back to Anduin and said, "have your hair down, she'd like the feel of it against her thighs."
He began to undo the tie in his hair, but Anduin stopped him; "The queen's stylists had my hair a certain way," he said, "I think I'm meant to keep it like that—"
He was interrupted when Wrathion's grip came on his wrist with unexpected tenacity, and he noticed then his entire abdomen had gone tight; "Fuck," Wrathion swore, "Keep going, I'm gonna c—"
"Oh, titans' sake," Krasus huffed; "Already?!"
Anduin pulled out long enough to ask, "Already what? Are you gonna finish?"
He could feel Wrathion's claws in his hair, where he'd begun coaxing him to take him back in his mouth; he murmured, "Finally—praise the Light, you were taking ages—"
For several moments, Krasus observed this with mute horror; they were atrocious, the both of them. He waited while Wrathion finished with a few last cringeworthy words about how he was going to come, and whether Anduin would like that, and whether he wanted it all over him.
Then, just when Krasus had started to wonder if he, himself, had ever been so daft, Anduin concluded by wiping repeatedly at his tongue and telling Wrathion how terrible it tasted.
"Kiss me," Wrathion said breathlessly, "Yeah, c'mere—"
While Anduin then proceeded to climb tiredly over him, Krasus murmured weakly to himself, "Why me?" Why was I tasked with somehow trying to transform this hopeless mortal into a proper lover for the High Priestess of Elune...?
He'd thought back to that time in the cave, just the other day, when Wrathion had tried to ask him for help in exactly this matter— and how, for some moments, he'd actually considered it; Wrathion was remarkably handsome, after all, and he had a deceptive way about him that made him appear like he'd be as clever in bed as he was at the negotiation table.
But he was just a young drake, and most young drakes still hadn't got over the novelty of such things; Krasus became aware that both he and Anduin could use any help they could get.
Neither of them seemed particularly bothered, however, neither had any idea they were terrible; they seemed content in each other's company, to the point where Krasus almost felt bad about intervening.
Except that he had to.
"Right," he said finally, "let's do that again; there's a lot of stuff you're gonna have to do differently..."
Anduin's face fell, he regarded Krasus like he'd just been given some sort of punishment; "Again?" he murmured, "You can't be serious?"
"I already told you," Krasus replied; "You can't act like that— you can't be on about how tiring it was, or about how you don't fancy doing it—"
"But that's bollocks!" Anduin huffed, "My jaw is about to break off— got any water, by the way, still got the taste in my mouth—"
"Yeah, you heard him, Anduin Wrynn," Wrathion smirked; "Go on and get to work, you need loads of practice."
"Would you shut up— where was my glass—"
While he began searching for where he'd left his water, Krasus finally got his attention again; he said, "I don't think you're taking this very seriously."
Anduin glanced up from over his drink, he wiped elegantly at his lips and appeared somehow crestfallen; "How do you mean?" he asked, like he hadn't really believed he'd done it that badly.
At that, Krasus began listing off all the things he'd done wrong.
"First off," he said, "when you do it tonight— if you do it tonight— she'll undoubtedly take longer than he had— don't give me that look— and no matter how that makes you feel, you can't complain about how your jaw hurts, or how you need to drink afterward—you want to get on her good side."
Anduin wondered whether giving someone head wasn't enough to get on their good side, in and of itself.
He thought it would be humane to let someone stop once they'd got tired, but now he was slowly learning to listen; after all, tonight would be a rare opportunity to try and persuade the High Priestess.
It was just that while he was a very devout and disciplined priest, Anduin was also quite young, quite new to sex, and quite new to having a boyfriend— and, at the end of the day, he was only human.
"All right," he said finally; he turned to Krasus and bravely asked, "Would you mind showing me, then— that is, show me how you do it."
He thought of how jealous he'd felt when Wrathion had propositioned Krasus for sex, and it still got him jealous even now; but it occurred to him he'd likely learn from watching such a thing, and he wanted to show he was being serious.
So, he resolved himself as best he could and asked anyway.
At that, Krasus raised an eyebrow and regarded the two princes, one at a time; he wondered how he ought to proceed. Technically, he'd been ordered to teach Anduin— but would something like this count as part of the lesson...?
He wondered if, considering the gravity of the situation, he ought even give it much thought; in truth, they only had the rest of that one day to get him ready.
"Okay," he said; "We'll do it like that, then."
They spoke of it like Wrathion wasn't even there, like he wasn't propped by his elbows and still fingering his spent anatomy like he couldn't wait for the next go; Anduin observed him out the corner of his eye and muttered, "Don't look so smug, it's just so I can be ready for tonight."
"Smug?" Wrathion asked with complete innocence, "Me?" He made himself comfortable against the cushions and said, "You're the one who decided what you lot are doing, I'm only here to offer my assistance."
"Yeah, just you wait," Anduin seethed, "You know where this is going, don't you? You're gonna get dicked—"
Another glimpse from Krasus had him stop, however, and then he corrected himself; "That is—" he said through clenched teeth, "I hope you bloody enjoy."
He moved aside so that Krasus could take his place on the sheets, and then mouthed to Wrathion, You're so dead after this.
--
Leave me, Kael'thas had said; he'd forbid anyone from entering his quarters one night, along the blackened stones on the walls there danced misshapen green shadows, irregular and grotesque.
He'd felt in those moments there were in him no resources left with which to sustain the last burden he'd been dealt, inside him the trauma he'd stifled now threatened desperately to emerge; the temptation to go back to Father or go back to Dalaran became irresistible, but that reality had long been gone.
He'd never properly grieved; he'd walked the waking world half in denial of the weight he had carried, because that was adulthood, wasn't it? A fallen kingdom looked to him now, and a leader couldn't cry.
He'd missed the luxury of a choice, of the fantasies he'd had of telling his father he didn't really fancy taking the throne; but none of that was new.
After the meeting that night, he could practically feel what patchwork defenses remained in him flap desperately into position, in attempt to keep his emotions in check; it occurred to him even now there were great desires in him to go to Master, or go to Lady Vashj, and leave this all in their hands— they were far older and wiser, they would know what to do—
—but not this time.
This particular burden was his alone, and had placed him directly in the line of fire, without anyone older or wiser behind whom to hide.
I know what you're thinking, he'd said, but there was no easy way to convey it; this is a matter of utmost importance, it takes precedence even over our—
"Just leave me; just leave. I've had enough for one night."
Shorel'aran, dalah'surfal.
Out the corner of his eye, Kael had watched the green torch lights dance high along the Black Temple walls; he'd just barely made out his own figure while it faded out of existence at the opposite side of the room.
--
"Rommath; my dear Rommath— let me have a look of you."
"My Liege?" Rommath replied with audible concern, with confusion he'd kept carefully reined while he knelt in his usual show of respect to the prince.
"Ever is my Lord's humble subject—"
"None of that; come here, let me look upon you more closely— oh, you are handsome, I've missed doing this—"
Rommath made no inquiry as to the prince's unusual behavior or the strange way he spoke, like he'd not seen him in ages; the affection between them had been nothing new, but Kael had seldom lavished him with this much of it when he was sober.
But it became impossible to hold back, soon Rommath had got to work unraveling Kael'thas' robes until they had rippled softly to the floor, and after that he paused to have a reverent look of him; he fell to his knees again, and then began softly to kiss his ankles and legs, and every bit of him, he caressed Kael's aristocratic limbs with fervent devotion he'd reserved for him alone.
Then, he proceeded to carry him to his bed and to sing to him softly, he couldn't remember the last time Kael had covered him so hungrily with kisses; it was curious, to be sure, and Rommath knew something was off, because he knew the prince through and through— after all, he'd been his single closest friend far back as boyhood.
He was aware that he ought to be satisfied, but Kael insisted merely on looking at him, he regarded him from where he lay beneath him on the sheets, with both hands up in his hair; "My dear Rommath," he murmured, "My most loyal guardian; these years I've only loved you more—"
By then, Rommath was almost certain that Kael must be drunk, whether it were on on wine or on fel energies; but far was it from him to turn him down, or to question his desires.
"Kiss me," Kael had said, his fingers wandered cleverly beneath his robes, and now he was on about how warm and pleasant he felt; Rommath might have wondered if he'd been with Master that evening, but he couldn't feel the demonic energies on him, not the way Kael would positively brim with them after he'd spent a night with Illidan.
Why are you still here? Have you come just to bed my advisors?
Come off it already; you love him far more than you know.
I love all of my people— or have you forgotten that?
Never; not even for a moment have I forgotten my love for my people.
(On to Chapter 33)
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A/N: I'm still looking for someone interested in RPing Wranduin, Illidan/Kael, Varian/Arthas, or many other m/m pairs from Warcraft (if this is on here then I'm still looking, hehe!) So, if anyone out there is up for it, please let me know ^^ (Contact info on my profile). I don't mind if you don't know that much lore, if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing, if you're a little shy, or if English isn't your first language; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =)
A/N: Artwork for this story at http://sandclouds.livejournal.com/9702.html
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