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Title: Croon of the Kraul

Author: A. Pseudonym, aka 'Dark Morgan'

Summary: After their meeting in the castle Kraltuk finds himself obsessed with a human, much to the disapproval of his elders...

Rating: NC17, YAOI (MxM stuff. Don't like it, don't read. If you do like, enjoy ;)

Quests: [34] A Vengeful Fate[34] The Crone of the Kraul,

Dikclaimer: WoW is obviously not owned by me. If it were there'd be a lot more yaoi in the flavour text & dialogue and rogues would have more quests. These characters, however, are mine One-two more chapters and I should have this story arc wrapped up ;)
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�The Firespirit calls. We listen to the lightning. We listen to the core. In its burning we learn passion. In its fire we find light. In spirit we gain warmth within our souls.�

*****

�C�mon, just a little�?"

�I can�t believe you�re asking me this. Aren�t humans supposed to be embarrassed by such things?�

�I�m not embarrassed if you�re not,� Dannar said toting his bag and trotting along the road to keep up with the night elf�s longer stride.

�What if I said I was embarrassed?� Thaelyn said checking his map against the terrain for certain landmarks.

�What if I said �pretty please� and promised you�d like it. Reeeally like it,� Dannar said catching Thaelyn around the waist from behind and nuzzling his neck.

�Great Elune, just what I need,� Thaelyn muttered looking up to the sky. �A paladin in heat.�

�I promise you�ll feel much less tense later,� Dannar tried, nuzzling the elf�s ear and opening his mouth slightly to moisten it.

Thaelyn froze, taken back by the human�s nerve before breaking out of his embrace and turning to face him. �Enough Dannar, ok? Now fun is fun but you can take things too far. Look where we are. You don�t have to be raised by murlocs to see there are some places you really don�t want to be caught with your, if you�ll pardon the expression, pants down.�

�Well�� Dannar fumbled for something that wouldn�t equate him to the horned-out, shameless bastard he was. �Well��

�Such a deep subject for such a shallow mind,� Thaelyn muttered staring at him for a moment and then started off again.

Great, Dannar chided himself mentally. Hope I haven�t blown it with him for the whole trip. Maybe once he gets his stuff he�ll be more in a mood to celebrate. And he�s got such a sweet-looking ass too. Dannar adjusted himself through his armour and trotted off after the elf. Light. Maybe I am letting this get away with me. Maybe he�s really not into guys as much as I thought he was. Maybe I can jump him somewhere and he�ll be really turned on by it. Then he�d be in the mood. Gods, I could really use a fuck. �What in the Twisting Nether is that?�

�Don�t tell me you�ve never seen a kodo before?� Thaelyn replied.

�Ko. Do. Koooo�� Dannar tested the word in his mouth as he examined the huge grayish-brown herd creature that grazed on the scrub brush with a thickly-horned snout. �Nope. Never heard of one.�

Thaelyn sighed. �You really should travel more,� the elf said.

�Are they dangerous?� the paladin asked, ignoring the slight on his profession.

�Does it look dangerous?� Thaelyn quipped back, skirting a giant thorn-tree that had come up in their path.

�I�ll take that as a yes,� Dannar said, following in the warrior�s footsteps.

�Just don�t try to hump it,� Thaelyn added for good measure. He went quiet all of a sudden and motioned for Dannar to come closer.

They snuck behind a boulder formation beyond which nested a camp of warthoggish, bipedal creatures decked in primitive-looking armour and clothes. Some of them wore trinkets, perhaps indicating a shamanistic hierarchy amongst their ranks, but did little to otherwise hide the repulsively sallow-tinted skin that hung in grotesque folds and wrinkles upon their knobby, distorted frames. Clumps of disheveled spines splayed down their backs like hair, looking as suggestively dangerous as a bed of porcupines as they did from a lack of cleanliness.

�Quillboars,� Thaelyn whispered as he surveyed the camp. �We must be near.�

Dannar leaned over by the night elf to check out the area for himself. Inadvertently he caught a whiff of the warrior�s scent and found himself distracted by his companion�s woody, smoke-like musk. Light, I don�t need this He turned away and caught a movement from the corner of his eye.

�Over there,� Dannar whispered pointing to a quillboar decked out in slightly more-serious armour that sported a strange little flag from its back partially hidden by a dip in the land. �That rocky area� I�ll bet you a roll in the hay that�s an elite guard near an entrance to the city.�

�Well while you�re doing that, make sure you entertain them as well,� Thaelyn said moving around to get a better view of the guard.

�We might need to take this one quietly,� Dannar said. �No idea how many��

�By Elune!� Thaleyn roared and charged off straight for the guard.

�Great,� Dannar muttered, �and I thought I was the crazy one.�

Ten bloody minutes of frenzied carnage and fevered healing later Dannar and Thaelyn wove through the entrance to Razorfen Kraul, a string of mangled quillboar carcasses falling behind them like a trail of breadcrumble. They were in an earthen tunnel lit sporadically by crude torches and stray sunlight that spilled in unevenly from unseen cracks. Roots and briars poked out randomly from the walls, ceiling and floor, adding to the sensation that they were traveling not just into the earth but down into some emerald dream where night elves and humans became the size of insects. The thorns grew around them, becoming larger and more primitive with each one they passed, and when they came out into the open again it was as if they had stepped into a world of giants where they themselves were the micro invaders of some thorn-choked garden where briars grew instead of flowers or grass.

A great ravine cut through the area. Massive vines of gargantuan thorns that had aged into a hardy thickness spilled down throughout the Kraul occasionally spanning the gorge as natural bridges where they wove in and out through the rock. Where the vines had grown up high hungering for the sun a dense canopy had formed, enshrouding the area in a scratchwork shadow that pooled thickly in scattered places. Near the bottom of the ravine darker shadows lumbered intermingling with sour-fecal smells and the clinking suggestion of age worn armour.

�So tell me again where we�re supposed to find this� burning essence stuff?� Dannar asked innocently. Their path branched right and left, the higher one crossing over one of those thorn-bridges almost immediately, the lower one on the right following a wall that seemed more closed-off from the gorge. Both looked well-traveled.

�Phlogiston,� the night-elf said half-mindedly. He knelt beside the fork and put one of his long, floppy ears to the ground.

�While you�re down there�� Dannar started but a motion from Thaelyn silenced his quip. Dust motes floated through a sunbeam slivering the Kraul�s air of warm stagnation.

�I hear� drums� far away,� Thaelyn said, �but near us, nothing.�

�Someone got here before us,� Dannar replied.

�How do you know?� Thaelyn asked with a hint of arrogance.

�Call it a hunch,� the paladin said looking over the cusp of the ravine down into the pit where a trail of freshly dead quillboars lined the bottom. Most had the look of being cut or beaten before being tossed from above while a few lay sprawled as if they had been thrown into the gorge while still alive.

�Ah�� the night elf said looking over the edge. A horrendous squeal erupted behind them.

Dannar turned to see one of the denizens of the Kraul charging them with blood streaking down its painted face. The quillboar loped with a crude spear that wavered angrily towards his kneeling companion. It stumbled in its blind rush and Dannar barely had time to knock the weapon aside before all three, elf, human and pigman, plunged as one over the side.

The world tumbled around him. He got lost in a flurry of arms. Abruptly the prolonged sensation of freefall ended in a solid squish that was followed by the overwhelming stench of porcine intestines.

�Whuff,� Dannar said at a loss for anything more profound. �Did anyone catch the name of that pig� that hit us?�

His head was ringing. The ground shook as he tried to regain his balance and after some one-sided negotiating with the earth eventually managed to find his feet beneath the rest of his body. Thaelyn looked like he had managed fairly well until Dannar tried to help him up. Though their assailant had taken the brunt of the fall for them, one look at the night elf and the sudden cry of pain he let out when Dannar grabbed his shoulder revealed the warrior�s left arm to be dislocated and broken.

�Blast it man! That�s one pretty twist you got yourself into,� Dannar said gasping.

�So by Elune do something about it!� Thaelyn�s eyes flared a venomous yellow.

�Ok, Ok,� Dannar replied turning the night elf over delicately into a more amenable position. He broke off a tough, woody root from the ground and handed it to the warrior. �Here, bite this,� he said. Thaelyn feebly grabbed and missed the plant so Dannar had to put the root into his mouth, taking no slight pleasure at the associative thoughts that came to his mind. �Now hold still.�

Repositioning himself the paladin took the broken arm in both his hands and raised it slightly over the elf, making sure not to jar him in the process. He felt a slight pressure on his thigh and looked down to see Thaelyn had placed his hand there, perhaps signifying that he was ready for the operation, perhaps for something more. With a sudden thrust Dannar forced the arm back into its socket which accepted it with a sickeningly, satisfying crunch.

Thaelyn reared against him. The hand on his thigh tightened as a throaty scream struggled to get out from around the root that the night elf ground and cracked in his mouth. Dannar adjusted his grip on the arm and instead of letting go began gently prodding and feeling with his fingers around the joint where a puffy blackish bruise was already starting to form on the warrior�s lavender skin. His screaming subsided and only a muffled sobbing let Dannar know that Thaelyn was still with him.

Tracing the bone beneath the flesh Dannar began to detect where it had splintered upon impact. Turning his focus inwards he let his consciousness extend, opening out beyond his arms, floating over his hands to where it sifted into the body below them. He encompassed his mind in Thaelyn�s flesh and heard the cacophony of pain echoing around him. Splintered bits of bone peppered muscle and sinew where they should not have been and blood flowed freely where it was not supposed to go. The delicate network of nerves in Thaelyn�s arm was shot through with agony as it tried to make sense of the chaos around it and through it all Dannar found himself sharing in their song.

Gently he called to them all, the flesh, the bone and the blood. He cooed, sending thoughts of reassurance and comfort to the body as he turned the song to silence and put the troubled nerves to rest. Gathering the frightened splinters unto him he spoke softly and returned each one back to their proper home. At last he called forth the Light, a holy fountain of power flooding the wound and renewing what had been broken in a glorious cascade of radiance.

The glow irradiated him, bathing his mind in its flow as he spread it throughout the body before him so that when Dannar slipped out of his meditative trance the curative residue left by the Light hit him hard as a hard draught of wine. He felt dizzy and almost lost his balance, giggling as he nearly toppled over the fallen elf. As if sharing in his euphoria, Dannar felt the night elf�s hand idly stroke his thigh where a moment before it had been impressing a bruise.

�That was�� Thaelyn uttered, too at a loss for words in the sudden numbing bliss that had replaced his pain.

�That�� Dannar said recatching his breath, �I�ll take this� for payment.� He braced himself and leaned down over the fallen elf. Will he let me? some part of his brain pondered but the rest of him was too exhausted to care.

�Dannar�� Thaelyn whispered, not putting up as much resistance as Dannar thought he would. �Don�t�� he said into the human�s mouth, but Dannar hushed the protests with his lips and with a gentle crushing embrace placed his mouth upon the other. He tasted sweet, with a hint of lilac on his saliva, and Dannar dipped softly into that lavender pool. He swirled his tongue around Thaelyn�s own, pulling the quivering creature from its hidden home, and for a brief moment Dannar felt the one below him open up, receiving him into it, as it reached up to taste his own.

�Stop,� Thaelyn said breaking off and backing groggily away. His hand slipped in quillboar bile and he slid flat onto his back. Dannar took the opportunity to spread out more fully atop the night elf, swinging his legs around to straddle the warrior and pressing down over him with his hands.

�Now why would you want me to do that?� Dannar asked with no small amount of mischievousness in his smile. He dipped down and heard Thaelyn gasp as he kissed the side of his neck once, twice, deeply. He inhaled the night elf�s scent like musk and let go with his mouth, leaving his tongue to mark its own trail along the satiny flesh that quivered to his touch. He moved upon the warm body below him, clanking slightly in his plate armour and growing increasingly aware of how tight parts of it had become.

�Stop�� Thaelyn moaned against Dannar�s administrations, but less protest was in his voice and his moans cut off in gasps as the paladin bit down hard. Dannar must have gone too far in playing his hand though in reaching down to unbuckle Thaelyn�s belt for the night elf pushed up suddenly against his chest and threw him off. �Stop!�

Dannar landed in a roll that faced him off against the dead quillboar whose expression of squished raged still lingered almost comically upon its spattered, wrinkled puss. �Ugh,� he said pushing away and turned back to see Thaelyn standing up and readjusting his armour.

�You really� this�,� Thaelyn tried to reason something out but shook his head in defeat. �Can�t you go ten minutes without sex on the mind? I mean come on! I should start calling you Dick-for-Brains. Didn�t you take a vow of chastity to the Holy Order or whatever it is? I thought paladins did that. It�s not good practice to screw who you�re healing! I mean, screw over your healing. I mean� What are you thinking?! What are you� you�re sick you know that! You�d do it anywhere! I don�t think you even think most of the time� dirty� eyucghk!� he said shaking his hands wildly, trying to get the quillboar bile off them. �Sick. Sick. Sick!�

�You need to relax more,� Dannar said smiling, settling onto his stomach and propping his scruffy chin up with both hands. �And don�t tell me you don�t like it. After all, you haven�t said to me once you don�t go in for that,� he pointed out. Dannar slid his knees up on either side of his body while maintaining that propped-up pose so that his hips rose slightly in the air, giving off an air of boyishness with a touch of implike impropriety. �Or maybe you like the giving end?� he added half seductively. Thaelyn�s scowl could have soured butter.

Reluctantly he jumped up to follow the warrior who had gathered the last of his equipment and was setting off along the bottom of the gorge at a militant pace. Dannar gathered his own things while entertaining thoughts of having the prissy elf up against a wall and forcing his will upon him, beating down the warrior�s defenses by virtue of the sheer, raw passion that was coursing through his brain at the moment. He groaned to himself, readjusting his own armour around unyielding bulges that throbbed with unspent energy and he quickened his stride to catch up.

*****

The stink of guano, acrid and encompassing, warned them about the cave before they set foot inside.

�I doon�t wan� ta be goin� in there. I�ll be combin� that shite oot�a me fur fer months. An� it�s too dark. We din�t bring any torches. We�ll have ta go aroon�d. Please sweetie. Ain� there another way? Sweetness? Sugarhoof?� Laughingwind begged her lover, keeping shy of the cave he was headed towards. �Tyrrh!�

Gukkar sent a chuckle to Kral�tuk who merely rolled his eyes. It had been like this when they first came in, though now the tauren�s distress was more so. Regardless of her cries and protest however they continued on from the rope bridge they were on into the cave. Despite Laughingwind�s allegations there was just enough torchlight spread intermittently throughout the interior to provide shadowy guidance from one bend to another.

Honestly it wasn�t that bad, Kral�tuk thought to himself. The passage was not as tight as some they had been through earlier, not humid as others and only slightly warm. Gukkar must have been thinking along similar lines for he lagged behind the others causing Kral�tuk to slow his pace behind him. When the distance between the tauren and the orcs had grown the rogue turned without breaking stride, grabbed Kral�tuk by his battle harness and walked him over to a darker nook.

�Interestin� rocks they�s got �ere isn�t they?� Gukkar said throwing Kral�tuk�s back against a wall and grabbing one of the stalagmites on his opposite side. �Some o� thems goes all the ways up, spiky an� all, while others,� he said sliding his hand down the formation, moving down to one of its brothers that was only waist-high and had a knobby top, �only go up yea high. An� look like they�s could�a be used for other things aside.� Kral�tuk smiled at the rogue and leaned in to kiss him but Gukkar shied away, putting his other hand against the warrior�s shoulder.

�Whot�re you after ya perv?� Gukkar said mockingly. He sworled his free hand around the knobby stalagmite suggestively and brought it over to Kral�tuk�s naked thigh. Aside from the iron-mesh wove battle harness, clawed shoulder guards, wolfskin bracers, and spike-kneed, belted boots the warrior had worn only a ring-mail girdle of brown leather that hung down in a skirt of studded straps interwoven by red lace. It was an easy matter then for the rogue to slip his hand up inside and grab the warrior�s balls hanging hidden and free beside his cock. Kral�tuk hissed at the sudden pressure.

�Whot�chas at now?� Gukkar whispered again, tightening his grip and pulling down slowly, increasing the pressure ever so gradually so that the pain was constant yet never overpowering. Kral�tuk felt the need to buckle in his knees, to go with Gukkar�s hand, but the pressure against his shoulder and sheer desire to stand against the other orc�s will kept him upright, pinned against the wall in the dark where their power play went unnoticed. His eyes had closed and his lips parted slightly, huffing through a grimace as he registered the coldness of the stone contrasting to the warmth of the cave air where his unarmoured skin met their respective elements.

�Aye, ye�re a right perv fer likin� that,� the rogue said letting up slightly to examine the base of his captive�s organ with his hand. Kral�tuk had sprung a full hard-on by now and was sweating down the small of his back. Moisture had gathered and trickled down around his thighs, marking a sweet trail of sensitivity between his buttocks. �Got you all �ot an� bothered in yer cunt hole there, didn� it?� He slid two fingers up Kral�tuk�s ass and danced around the outer ring of his sphincter. �Got you all ready fer somethin� up yer arse, din�it?�

�Yeh� yess�� Kral�tuk panted. He grabbed Gukkar�s head and pulled it closer to his mouth. Gukkar responded by pulling down sharply and hard on the balls that were still in his hand. Kral�tuk let go, a soft cry escaping his lips.

�Oh no you don�t ya two-copper �hore,� the rogue replied, grinning sadistically in Kral�tuk�s face. His hand eased up on the pressure and moved back up to stroking the ring of muscle around the warrior�s asshole. �You take whot I give you, see,� his other hand slid down Kral�tuk�s shoulder and crossed the skin of his pectoral to play with and pinch the dark nipple there, �an� maybe, just maybe, if yer good, I�ll give ya a piece of what�cha want. Like that?� He pinched down hard on the nipple drawing a whimper from the big warrior before him. �Aww, yer a right big baby��

A violent shrieking echoed within the cave. A strange thundering, pounding grew up around them, intermingled with shouting voices somewhat familiar to the duo. Then they realised it wasn�t a shrieking but the monstrous bleating squeal of a boar the size to match charging straight down the cave towards them. More precisely, it was lumbering after Artak who for his part was running away in front of it as fast as the tauren could towards the exit they had come in.

Gukkar slipped away from Kral�tuk, fading almost at once from view while the warrior snatched up his axe from where it had slipped to the ground sometime during their exchange. Swinging fast he stepped into range as soon as Artak galumphed by and hit the boar straight on its head. He was perhaps more surprised than the boar when it ricocheted off and he was spun around. Kral�tuk grabbed for the nearest thing to keep from falling off balance and found himself entangled in some leather straps that were bound to the boar, holding metal armour on. Plate! he thought as he was jerked off his feet by the raging swine and pulled unmercifully along outside the cave.

As soon as Artak hit the bridge his body shimmered and he shed his tauren skin for a swifter cat�s body. In two shakes he was gone, past the bridge and skirting the ledge beyond in his escape. Kral�tuk, at the mercy of the boar which had become decidedly more erratic since his attempted assault, bounced along haplessly. Tightening his grip on what he held the warrior brought his axe out, now as much a danger to himself as it was the boar, and swung upwards towards where he saw an unprotected side. The metal found its mark for the great pig squealed and its back legs kicked wildly, trying to dislodge him from its flank. Torn between the intruder escaping before it and the pest hindering it the boar careened madly across the bridge, unaware perhaps too late that the age-worn structure would not long support its weight.

Kral�tuk finally managed to disentangle himself from the boar�s harness about halfway along the bridge in time to grab onto the wooden planks and worn rope. The Kraul swung wildly around him. Left became Down, Up became Right, Forward was somewhere behind him. He did not hear the rope snap. He did not see the supports break. But he did see Laughingwind and Tyrrh coming up to the cave�s edge just as the world dropped out from under him.

*****

The tension between them was more than an aroused man could bear as he traveled behind the somber night elf. Dannar, his mind torn by frustration and burning with physical desire, rued again that he had let Thaelyn off so easily.

It was easy to plead piety, it would perhaps be courteousness to respect what was said, but what it boiled down to was that Thaelyn was afraid. In Dannar�s mind, He had singled the paladin out first. He had come to Dannar well aware of his reputation. He had, for the love of Elune!, taken watch that first night they broke camp in the Barrens watching Dannar, the whole time not knowing that Dannar was watching him while he apparently �slept�. The sheltered glances, the nuanced ambiguities, the lingering thoughts and hesitant touches, were maddening. It was clear as daylight that Thaelyn was sexually aware of the human but when confronted about it he froze up. What was the night elf waiting for?

Boars milled in groups along the bottom of the gorge around them. A few sows snorted angrily when either of the adventurers wandered too near their sounders while indifferent piglets scrounged whole-heartedly for sun-starved scrub and small, fat grubworms that burrowed beneath the surface of strange, blue plants. Most of the mature pigs wore armour of sorts. Some had legplates jointed at the knees while others had but a single belt strapped on somewhere about their midriff. Still a few were more decked out than the rest, sporting guards around their legs, flanks and heads. These were the most ornery of the batch and one even charged Thaelyn when he walked almost blindly into a group of the swine.

Finally having wracked his patience more than it could stand Dannar strode up behind the night elf and grabbed him about the chest and waist. Again he felt the warrior stiffening against this intimacy but the slight protests Thaelyn made with his body were quickly subdued as Dannar pressed his point home.

�I want you. I need you. I need you inside me,� he whispered. �I want to feel you, taste you. I want to feed on you. You can have me any way. I need�� Dannar huffed, his breath coming broken and heavy as he drowned in the night elf�s scent. He gripped Thaelyn�s armour as if he could break it in his hands. He fought against its metal with his strength transferring his desire into a battle he could not win. If he did, he�d lose all inhibitions and be ripping that armour off, ripping what clothes Thaelyn had on underneath off, tearing at any barrier in his way that kept him from fucking him. �Please��

He wanted to take him because he was strong. He wanted to fuck him because he was stronger. The thoughts were burning through his mind and all he could think about were cocks pounding, throbbing, slamming and releasing their seed. He�d take him even if he wasn�t ready. Even if he screamed. Even if he bled. �Please,� he said again, more of a growl that was becoming less of a pleading whisper. The night elf�s armour started to creak as the passion welled up inside him uncontrollably. He could feel the warrior trembling in his grip, uncertain himself of what was about to happen. If something didn�t happen to break the tension between them soon, Dannar would take the steps for him.

�Dannar�� the night elf cried, half-begging, half-afraid. He was trembling in the paladin�s embrace and for all of it, the fear, the uncertainty, the gradual submission, Dannar felt more aroused.

The pigs milling uneasily about them should have been the first warning. The growing vibrations in the ground should have been the second. But by the time the sounder started trotting away from them at an increasing pace Dannar realised that something was awry. He turned reluctantly � oh so very reluctantly � away from Thaelyn to see a yellowish-black feline-like blur charge past them. In sprinting it seemed to have a strange way of hunting its prey though for it completely ignored the sounders and made for a different bend in the chasm. Dannar, thinking that was the end-all of the disturbance, turned immediately back to his libidinous pursuits.

�Dannar�� the night elf pleaded again, though stronger this time as if aware of a very real danger.

�I love it when you say my name like that,� Dannar replied nuzzling the night-elf�s neck.

�Look out!� Thaelyn cried, jerking the human aside as he ducked out of the way of an enormous, charging boar. The ground literally jumped as it roared by. Rocks dislodged from the canyon�s walls pelted down like rain while around them a fog of dust was stirred up in the monster�s wake. Thaelyn watched stunned as the great boar disappeared squealing into the darkness of its pursuit. �Agathelos,� the night elf murmured in some foreign language, �unbridled rage��

�Why is it,� Dannar said, repositioning himself atop the night elf once again, gripping the leather straps that held Thaelyn�s breastplate on, �every time we start getting somewhere��

�Dannar, that�s enough,� Thaelyn said struggling in the paladin�s every increasing grip. Dannar, in response, pulled and slammed him back down against the ground effectively dazing the night elf.

�What must I do to show you what I need?� the human all but screamed. �What in fuck is wrong with you? You don�t even know what you need!� Thaelyn raised his hands in protest but even this futile effort was the ghost of a show, lacking in conviction and all but symbolic. Dannar threw them down effortlessly and ripped open the buckles holding Thaelyn�s chest piece on.

�No Dannar, no!� Thaelyn cried still feebly struggling against the paladin�s will. Crude mechanics however were not on his side and the leather straps submitted to lust-crazed human�s will. The obstructing armour was torn off and the once-fine embroidered silk shirt that he wore on underneath was ripped apart, its ragged shreds mingling with the dust and sweat and grime of the ground below them. His abdomen lay exposed, a perfect sculpture of lavender skin pulled tight over lean muscles with two dark purple nipples standing pert and upright upon the night elf�s heaving chest. A fine path of downy, plum-coloured hair marked its way from Thaelyn�s navel subtly southwards, diving under the mithril-inlaid belt that gleamed tauntingly up at the paladin from his frenzied administrations.

At this exposure Thaelyn�s resistance began anew. He tried beating his mail-clad fists against the paladin, pushing hard against his still-armoured adversary and flailing wildly as if to dislodge the human from on top of him. Dannar weathered all these blows, brushing the lighter ones aside and turning the pain from the harder ones that landed into a greater conviction. He snatched one, both of the night elf�s wrists and forced them together down above the warrior�s head. Holding them there with one fist he thrust his other hand down to work off the night elf�s belt.

�Dannar� please�� Thaelyn whimpered out, his breath heaving in erratic sniffs and shuffles. �Not like this. Please� not like this.� That�s when Dannar noticed that the night elf was crying. Actually crying, with tears flowing down from hurt-filled eyes like liquid prisms, each catching and refracting the soft golden light inherent to the Kaldorei that emits from their eyes when in dark places. Each drop marked a salty trail down his face where it dimmed, dropped and went out, lost forever in the terra of the Kraul.

Dannar paused, poised like a monster above the night elf who was no longer fighting but expecting the inevitable, and he himself shook as he viewed the situation for once with dispassionate eyes upon the fragile, frightened being before him.

�Oh Light,� Dannar murmured not looking Thaelyn in the eye, �What am I becoming?�

*****

The fall had not done him in. In fact it could hardly be said to have winded him at all as luck would have it. Kral�tuk had gotten entangled in the broken bridge as it had dislodged from the ledge and the bridge for its part had caught onto almost every sizable outcropping of thorny growth on its way down the chasm. Needless to say that was a lot of start- and stop- tumbling, so by the time the orc finally landed he looked and felt as disoriented as a puppeteer�s discarded marionette caught in its own strings. The greatest damage of the whole ordeal, aside from mild shock, was that Kral�tuk was now separated from his companions and lost in the Kraul with unseen dangers lurking around him.

It took him a moment once he had gotten himself disentangled from the carcass of the bridge to notice that he was disarmed as well. Last seeing his axe still lodged in the giant boar�s side he was reluctantly left resorting to a dagger he had stashed away in his boot for emergency situations. Gukkar would have laughed at this for he only used daggers and in fact prided himself on his expanding collection of exotic blades, but Kral�tuk felt more competent with something heavy he could heft effectively into a creature�s skull in his hands. Still, the armament was a comfort among those that were fast disappearing and it was good that he was not left completely weaponless.

Looking up above him he could barely make out the path from which he�d fallen. The walls were way too steep to scale, an endeavour confounded by the fact that none of the giant thorns were close enough to reach anyways, and to top it off the terrestrial matter of the canyon walls seemed to eat any sound or yell he threw up towards his companions, were they still there to listen for such. He would have to find another way up, or they would have to find a safer way down to him. Either way he decided against staying put and set out in hopes of finding that which he hunted before it found him. He neglected to notice the fresh wound on his leg acquired during the fall that leaked wet and gleaming, a sure marker for any tracker to follow as it dripped a dark trail steadily after the orc.

*****

He strode fast ahead of Thaelyn. Dannar�s pace, which had been laid-back and sanguine before, bore a targetless tension to it now that superseded any direction but onwards, forwards, away from where he had denied his own passions by conceding to the night elf�s prudishness.

He had let him go, oh yes. Thaelyn had reclaimed his armour without saying a word, without turning towards his silent companion as he, likewise, did not say or turn any recognition towards him. The night elf had not chastised him, had not reprimanded him further or even spoken since the incident. Instead he let an unthinking numbness dull the experience between them while Dannar burned ahead in anger, fuming mutely in his mind in a red fog of resentfulness.

How had he read the elf wrong? Hadn�t he wanted this surely? Thaelyn seemed resigned against actually admitting his desire but that did not stop him from revealing it. To be taken forcefully in open protest while all the time loving it, needing it as much as he needed release, hadn�t that been what he was after? There had been signs, of course there had. Little ones, minute and subtle that could have meant nothing but must have meant something else. He was sure of it!

And yet, despite this reassurance Dannar couldn�t help but think, what if he�d been wrong? What if he�d misinterpreted the relationship between them? What if Thaelyn had been right all along, was not interested in him now nor ever had been? And surely wouldn�t now that he had all but essentially raped him.

Light Above. He had been about to rape him. Nay, was in fact doing so up till that point when he stopped due to chance or choice and, thankfully, for long enough to reign in his raging bestial desire.

It sickened him. He felt mad with himself, but even more so disgusted by the fact that he was still not spent, that some part of him still burned with desire and wanted to rape Thaelyn, wanted to force himself inside the night elf against the warrior�s will as well as his very own. He churned like this, hating his lack of fulfillment, hating his acquiescence to someone who was not going to fight this desire for him, hating how far he had come from the teachings of Light, burning with unrequited passion.

And yet, what had he done wrong? What part of sharing pleasure with someone else was bad when all he wanted to do was make him feel good and to make himself feel good as well? He had such lessons of lust that he wanted to share with the elf, to bring relief to Thaelyn sexually and passionately if he�d only let him. If only he�d open his eyes to see the pleasures that life could offer, not just in one person�s arms but any other�s. But Dannar knew what he had done was wrong. Deep down inside he felt it. And he could not force pleasure upon another. They had to accept it.

They had to accept him.

They turned the corner. Ahead of them was the largest armoured pig either one had seen in their lives, about to bear fatally down upon some hapless wanderer unwary of its presence.

*****

It was upon him. The damned beast had found him, tracked him somehow and now it was too late to formulate a plan. It charged at him out from one of the darker side passages and nearly trampled Kral�tuk beneath its hooves as the orc dove for safety. He swung around. It was doubling back and Kral�tuk noted that whatever slight advantage he hoped to gain from finding his axe still lodged in the monster� side was short-lived since it was no longer there, probably lost in its wild rampage around the Kraul.

Kral�tuk brought his knife to bear but darted aside as the boar raged towards him again. The pig followed his movement and Kral�tuk, anticipating this act, slashed towards its eyes. As intended the boar shied its head away, still rampaging forwards, but was blindsided to the swift uppercut Kral�tuk delivered to its jaw with his unoccupied hand. Bone met metal, the latter belonging to the gauntlets Kral�tuk was still wearing, and the resulting crack satisfied the orc shortly before the bulk of the boar�s body caught up with him and he was knocked around hard into the wall.

His eyes spun and his mouth tasted the familiar, coppery warmth of fresh blood seeping down from his nose as he stumbled to keep the world beneath him. Kral�tuk stepped back, feeling for the wall he had just slammed into and encountered a small tangle of thorny roots that bit into his hand as he tried to dislodge them forcefully. Not my day, he thought right before the boar slammed into him again, full-plated-snout first, and he was lifted off his feet by the momentum of the swine.

He sailed. He hit. He landed. Some of the dirt wall collapsed around him though far from enough to bury him or cushion his fall. He hurt all over and bled from half a dozen places of impact. His knife was gone. His axe was gone. His armour was splintered enough to be useless against another assault like that and he felt paralyzed from the waist down, but on the plus side his vision was clearing up. He could see plainly enough the giant boar as it swung around for a last sprint towards him.

*****

The boar was charging again only this time the person it was attacking wasn�t moving from the spot where he had landed. Thaelyn was saying something at his side about not getting involved but Dannar was already throwing his hammer, bringing its justice to the raging swine that sought to destroy something helpless in its power. He struck home, hitting the boar against the side of the head, and though there was not enough force behind his throw to cause it serious damage the pig was stunned long enough for the two adventurers to close the space between them and it.

Filling himself with a righteous fire he channeled his anger into a clear-cast purpose. Setting into the boar with a zeal that bordered on religious gusto he saw in that creature his own rage, his thwarted passion embodied. Thaelyn had his sword out and was attempting to parry the giant boar�s tusks as they sought wildly to bear down on the creatures who had brought it pain but Dannar got to it first. Liberated of his weapon, perhaps not even caring that it was gone, he punched wildly towards the beast�s eyes. Brawling, however, was not his strong suit and the boar easily knocked him aside with a toss of its head. The night elf thankfully was able to distract it with his finer martial skills so Dannar could reclaim his hammer while avoiding the beast�s trampling hooves.

They didn�t have it at a disadvantage for long though, for the boar�s ferality would not be contained. It thrashed and it raged driving the would-be rescuers back, kicking with its legs and swinging its head adorned by ivory-sharp tusks in all directions. Several times Dannar thought he got a solid blow in only to have it deflected by the beast�s armor or land not at all due to the monster�s wild gyrations. Fortunately the boar�s attention was fully on Thaelyn who had been building up its rage, coaxing it into a further frenzy where it might make a mistake. The warrior had underestimated their foe, however. A quick jab slipped under his defenses and the night elf found himself sprawled on the ground before the raging boar.

�Dannar!� he cried, garbling the first thing that came to his mind. �Help me!�

The words acted like a bell on the paladin. Too many cries from dying companions, too many desperate prayers gone unanswered had conditioned the human to act on those words in a specific way, but now it was too late. Dannar did not have enough time to channel the Light into a beam of salvation or to heal the person who now cried out for mercy. All his energy, all his own focus had been directed towards doing the creature harm and there was one thing he could do to save the warrior. Quickly raising his hand he made a swift motion tied to a sigil in his mind and a prayer on his lips. The boar�s head came down just as an opalescent barrier sprung up between the warrior and itself, fully encompassing the night elf, making him invulnerable to attacks. For all the madness in its primeval brain, the creature knew enough that the opponent before it was no longer the adversary with which it had to deal. It turned on Dannar with blood boiling in its veins and fire burning behind its piggish eyes.

The paladin was floored in two movements. His hammer, knocked away, was useless and his power was all but used up. No longer blinded by rage he saw the beast bearing down on him as if in a dream. It reared, its forelegs shaking some of the armor on them that had come loose during the battle like flaps of flesh. Spittle flung from its mouth, splashing onto the dry soil walls around them like bugs settling on a midsummer day�s leaf. The beast seemed almost graceful, perfect in its passion; a spirit of purpose and power. That this creature was coming down on him was a testament to its magnanimity in sharing that perfection with him, granting a merging with the sublime before he was eradicated. It was coming down even now. Soon. Sooner even. The moment was speeding up and he could almost feel its fetid breath upon him.

There was a flaw though and he saw it. Underneath its armor, behind the chin, a dark discolouration upon its jaw looked puffy; bruised; broken. He acted before he thought. One foot shot out, one foot clad in plate and mail, secured by rivets to a boot equally tempered by the elements, and connected with that monster�s jaw. It howled in pain. It wobbled off balance, thrown off its assault by the sudden torment in its mind and Dannar eagerly pressed his advantage.

His foot shot out again, followed by his fist. Anything to refresh the pain that boar�s wound brought. He sought for his hammer and found it near enough away that he reclaimed it before the beast had recovered. This time his strikes were true and each one found their mark. The first blow swung in uppercut humbled the beast. The second one toppled it over. The third shattered its jaw, and in twitching convulsions it lay until the fourth blow obliterated its mind, splattering brain matter everywhere and letting spill a gallon of blood from the freshly opened carcass to water the dirt of the Kraul.

Dannar let go of his passion. The bloodied hammer dropped from his fingers as he walked over to Thaelyn to help him up on adrenaline-shaken legs.

�You� fine?� Dannar asked still catching his breath. Thaelyn nodded his head, gazing at the paladin and his handiwork with renewed respect and mixed apprehension. A shuffling of dirt reminded them of why they had intervened and both human and night elf turned towards the upended pile of dirt where its humanoid adornment garbled something in a coarser tongue.

�Da� daaa�� the voice seemed to say in a pained, gravelly timbre. Dannar and Thaelyn approached warily to the creature that tried not to whimper as it sought to raise itself off of the ground.

�He�s� trying to say something?� Dannar asked matter-of-factly.

�Careful�� Thaelyn replied getting close enough for a splash of light to reveal whom it was they had saved. �It�s an orc!� Instantly his sword was out of its sheath and leveled for a killing blow to their helpless companion.

�No, wait!� Dannar cried grabbing Thaelyn�s arm before it could be brought to bear. �He�s� I think he�s trying to say��

�Da� Dann�Ar�� the orc managed to get out around a muffled wince of pain. Both the night elf and human looked at him warily, though none too soon as a dawning revelation blossomed on Dannar�s face.

�K� Kral Tuk?� Dannar asked the orc, not daring to believe, not daring to breathe for hope that this coincidence was more than just a dream or some demon trick playing with his mind. �Kral��

Kral�tuk opened his eyes at the sound of his name. It was more than just coincidence. The orc had thought he recognized the foreign sounding of the human�s name. His pained features softened as a hope, as revelation, as a vision of an angel stood above him holding death at bay with equal wonder in his face, and then the pain wracking his body returned tenfold. �Graaaaaagh!� the orc cried alerting Dannar to his distress. Without wasting a moment the paladin dropped to the grounded warrior and began his holy work.

Kral�tuk�s legs were not responding to Dannar�s investigations. In fact not only were they not responding, they were incapable of feeling anything, painful or otherwise. The other cuts were minor � bruises that would heal given � time but here was something direr that could quickly become fatally serious.

�Kral�tuk, sit still,� Dannar said in his native tongue.

�Sios si anois, Kral�tuk� the orc heard as the human positioned himself above the fallen fighter. He began a chanting in a foreign tongue, far different from his own, far unlike the human�s native language. It was a tongue of ancient things, of mysteries beholden to the terra far older than the races of Azeroth, far stranger than the creatures they had come here to kill. Dannar traced a design on the orc�s chest with his hands that trailed light from his fingers, leaving some strange residue that lingered sparkling, wavering in and out of an existence that shone brightly whenever Kral�tuk looked at them. He laid back letting the warring feelings battle within him; the long, sharp jabbings of pain mixed with this foreign magic that filled him with a light, numbing warmth. As he looked on the sigil adorning his abdomen all but shone in the air around him while Dannar himself glowed with an inner light, channeling the powers of whatever force he was calling into the spell that claimed his being. His voice rose, and in a culmination of radiance and chanting the symbol completed. His body shone with the glow bleeding out into the orc�s body until both were connected in one luminous beam. Pain fused into being, formed where it had not been before, and was expunged into the absence around them where there was no light. Only a soothing numbness remained, a numbness that spread though his body � his whole body � like a lover�s kiss or the afterglow of a night of passion.

He smiled as the light faded. Both of them smiled, Dannar and the orc. Kral�tuk moved his leg � the first sign that he had not lost use of those limbs permanently � and wrapped it around the human who was kneeling conveniently above his groin. �Dannar�� he started to say but Dannar shushed him.

�No need to speak,� the human said. He leaned down over the orc�s body, his own weak from using the last of his magic, and breathed in the face he thought he�d never see again save in dreams. Kral�tuk reached up to stroke his hair and brought Dannar�s head the rest of the way down. Whatever happened from that moment on they knew that this was meant to last, that they shared a bond beyond spoken words, or stars, or moons above or below whatever world they walked on. They were destined to be together as one, in some way, shape or form eternally embracing the other.

Unfortunately, what it looked like to Gukkar, Tyrrh, Laughingwind and Artax when they charged in mere moments later was that Alliance scum had somehow beaten them to their quarry and were now in the process of forcing themselves upon their weaponless, nearly-naked friend.
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