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Naked (WRATHION X ANDUIN WRYNN)	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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While he got ready for bed, Anduin became aware that Wrathion had clearly disrobed him for his bath; he'd seen every bit of him, and had certainly touched him all over while having him washed, it was terribly embarrassing. Calm down, he thought; it's probably not a big deal for a dragon— and besides, you saw him naked, too.
At that, he felt a tiny bit of contentment, but mostly he felt his cheeks burn; But we're even now, he told himself, we've seen each other, so it's not like...
Not like what...?
Outside the rain had started coming down, it tapped on the building's foundation and over leaves of ivy, Anduin stepped into the room to find Wrathion already in bed; he still was in his human guise, it occurred to Anduin that now he must be too large in his true form to fit a mortal-sized mattress.
Not that I care, he quickly reminded himself; why would I care...?
He quietly went about putting some things away and tied back his damp hair, and paused before the mirror to catch himself still dimly glowing with holy power; in the morning he'd have to speak with the other priests about this, perhaps he could get a hold of a mage in the village so he could send an arcane letter to Velen...
Without turning around he proceeded toward the small table where he'd left his bags, he took out a number of holy candles and began setting them out as was his habit before going to sleep; he hesitated, because he'd become aware after that evening that the Light had inexplicably come to manifest powerfully in him.
However, he could not deny also that there overcame him a soft sense of peace, even despite the temper that had consumed him earlier, and despite Wrathion's presence only some yards away; he lit the candles and said a short blessing, aware he felt better for it. Then, on turning around, he was reminded that he'd really have to share a bed with Wrathion.
This is so stupid, he thought, his gaze lingered where Wrathion was lain on mattress with his back turned to him; he was faced the other way and Anduin had a plain view of his form, the bony articulations of his shoulder and the lean muscles in his upper arm, the alternating ridges of his ribs which were vaguely visible beneath his light shirt.
His dark hair was about shoulder-length and stick-straight, it poured shimmering over the side of his face and onto the pillow from the back.
He's taller than I am, Anduin was aware, Wrathion had grown to have an elegant and aristocratic build which reminded him without doubt that he was a true dragon; for a transient moment he felt a twinge of longing for the friendship they once had, he was reminded of his determination in adolescence to overcome any fear of the black dragonflight.
Wrathion, he believed deep down, was not evil so much as he was just an asshole.
His eyes moved from where he was lain to the other side of the bed, and he wondered if there was enough space there that he could lie down with a good amount of distance between them; was Wrathion asleep? Would he notice when he climbed in...?
He went on to extinguish the lantern at the bedside and then carefully climbed on the mattress, its foundation creaked in the most embarrassing way; at that, Anduin's gaze moved rapidly toward Wrathion, but he seemed undisturbed and had merely remained exactly as he was before.
Okay, Anduin sighed, he's already asleep.
Regardless, he tried to be subtle while tugging at the sheets, aware suddenly that here was something else he'd have to share; Wrathion appeared to have a large part of the covers safely on his side, which left him with only a small portion for himself.
Light damn it, he thought, he lay with his back to Wrathion and tried to tug lightly at the sheets, but they only reached the bend of his shoulder; he tried a bit harder and came to understand soon enough that he'd have to wake Wrathion up if he wanted him to let go.
I don't want to talk to him.
Anduin's gaze moved absently over the outline of the furniture, which was dimly illuminated by the holy candles he'd set out before; from outside issued the heavy tap of the rain, the windows appeared lined with frost all over.
"Wrathion," he whispered, like he were trying to be quiet as not to wake him up; after that, he cleared his throat and tried again in a louder voice. "Hey," he said, "do you think you could give me some of the blankets? You've got them all on your side."
This is so stupid; I never had to deal with this when he was a whelp.
Several seconds had passed without a word, and finally Anduin sat up in bed; "Hey," he repeated moodily. He regarded Wrathion's sleeping form, the way his shoulder appeared to move just a little with inspiration; he was handsome without doubt, which had Anduin uncertain whether he was jealous or—
—or what...?
Did he actually feel pleased for a moment, at the prospect of being his lover?
But that's ridiculous; we're not lovers. Why would I even think—
This is dumb. He's got the covers and it's getting cold, just wake him up and take them.
"Wrathion," he said, far more timidly than he'd meant; "wake up, give me the sheets."
Did he use to sleep this deeply...? After two more attempts he went on to lean over him, he got one hand on the blankets and pulled; at that, finally Wrathion seemed to rouse. He stirred a little and murmured something, but still bloody held on to the sheets.
"Give it," Anduin huffed, now far past the point of cordiality; it was starting to feel like something from back at the Tavern in the Mists.
Wrathion mumbled some words in Draconic, and while Anduin had a fair understanding of the language, this muffled bit he couldn't make out; then, the bastard actually pulled the covers back to himself.
What followed was a brief wrestling match which proceeded until it had lost any purpose, to the point where Anduin was no longer certain just why he kept at it; he thought he cared little by then whether he'd got the blankets at all. He felt alive with exertion, with the enjoyment of something purely boyish and fun, and before he remembered himself he laughed triumphantly when he'd managed to score a large portion of the sheets.
He lay on his back entirely content, shirt wrinkled partway up his abdomen and hair damply scattered out of its tie, eyes closed, actually smiling; "You wanted this," he chuckled breathlessly, "you wanted to share a bed, this is what you get."
For a moment Wrathion regarded him mutely; then he finally grinned, he laughed with what sounded an awful lot like innocence and collapsed good-naturedly at Anduin's side.
"Have your stupid blankets," he said, he made a show of flipping a large part of them onto Anduin's chest and face; after that, he observed for several seconds before grabbing at his own pillow, he tossed that onto Anduin's face as well and then another cushion for good measure.
By the time Anduin got the lot of it off him, he was smiling outright; when was the last time he got to act like a kid...?
"You wanna play it like that, do you?" he asked; he rose to his knees and got a good grip on his pillow, then threw it at Wrathion with a good, hearty swing.
Wrathion tried to dodge but ultimately lost his balance, he toppled on his side without any of the grace Anduin might have come to expect in him; "That's it!" he huffed indignantly, "All right, now you asked for it—"
"Do it then!" Anduin laughed; "Go on, let's see what you've got—"
Downstairs at the study a number of Gilnean priests exchanged quiet glances; one of them coughed awkwardly and turned his eyes back to his prayer book, without saying a word about the lovers in the room above.
(On to Chapter 5)

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A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, Varian/Arthas, or Illidan/Kael'thas (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha! Regardless of the date on the fic ^^) I've had a very difficult time finding anyone interested in this, as WoW fangirls usually like RPing their OCs (which I'm not interested in doing). I don't mind at all if you don't know much lore; if English isn't your first language; if you're a little shy; if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing; or if you've not RPd canon characters before. I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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Naked (WRATHION X ANDUIN WRYNN)