Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Timeless: a Wranduin Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft nor any of the characters,nor do I make any money or profit from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
The next morning had in store unexpected challenges for Stormwind’s prince; Anduin stood frozen with absolute terror while watching about a dozen black drakes bathing in an underground lagoon, utterly carefree as they swam in its shimmering, fluorescent waters. It was terrifying because he was meant to bathe there, too, he’d been cordially invited by Neltharion, himself— but, to him, it didn’t feel quite so natural.
What if Wrathion was there among them? He tried to look at the dragons closely, to see if he recognized one of them as his old friend, but they all looked really quite similar, and it was difficult to tell with them mostly submerged.
No, he’s probably not in there, Anduin thought; after he’d chosen not to sleep together with the others, he probably wasn’t going to bathe with them. Maybe he could disrobe very quickly, then get in the water before anyone could see.
Anduin carefully gazed around, then stole another look at the drakes, just to be sure none of them seemed to be looking directly— it seemed to be safe, so he began rapidly unraveling the various binds of his clothes. He’d just barely got his trousers off when there came footsteps behind him, his gaze whipped around and he flushed all at once.
“Aunt Jaina, what the hell…!" he huffed, and Jaina spun rapidly to face the other way. "Sorry! I didn’t see anything, I swear!" She said, but the damage was done; Anduin was horribly embarrassed.
"By the Light, can’t you see I’m— don’t you ever—" Don’t you ever knock? No, that didn’t exactly apply; he wondered if Neltharion told her it was fine to bathe here, too.
"Nozdormu said you went off in this direction, so I thought… well anyway, listen—"
“Oh, Nozdormu told you, well, did he happen to mention I was going here to have my bath?!”
"Anduin…" Jaina sighed, "Look, I’m sorry I walked in on you… there’s something important I want to talk to you about. Is… it okay to turn around?"
“No! Don’t turn around!”
"Okay… say when it’s all right…"
Several moments passed before finally Anduin said it was okay, and Jaina turned around tentatively; she found him completely dressed, with all the princely accessories of his uniform meticulously fastened. He was still completely blushing.
"Anduin, listen— this is important." She sat down with him on the rocks and proceeded to relay what happened during the night, how Kairozdormu was there with an infinite dragon. "You know Kairoz was allied with Wrathion before— they’re probably still working together, we need to be very careful."
"Kairozdormu…" Anduin murmured slowly, they spoke in low tones in case any of the drakes nearby could hear. "Aunt Jaina, there’s something really important I haven’t told you," he said, "Yesterday, when I heard Wrathion speak with his father, he said the world is coming to an end. He was asking Neltharion to help protect it; but when I asked about it directly, he wouldn’t tell me anything.”
—
After Jaina had left, Anduin resolved himself to make extra certain that this time no one was coming near; he scanned the area around the corner, and saw a shadow moving on the wall far off. Good thing I looked, he thought, and wondered if he’d wait all morning before he could take his bath.
Aethas approached with casual grace, he greeted Anduin nonchalantly and proceeded without further ado to disrobe. Right there beside him, like he wasn’t at all bothered.
Anduin rapidly turned the other way, too stunned for words, he wondered if privacy was something he was meant to forego; after some time there came the low sounds of water swaying, it occurred to him Aethas had gone into the lagoon, and he tentatively turned around.
Great. Now he definitely couldn’t just undress right there, it was one thing for the drakes to see him, but Aethas wasn’t a dragon, who walked around naked all the time anyway. Anduin could see him swim through the water like it were his own private pool, completely at ease amongst the drakes and comfortable in his nudity like he knew how good he looked.
"Whatever," Anduin mumbled, he sat himself against the rocks and waited for them all to be done, because they had to finish at some point— he’d have enough time if he’d skipped breakfast, but then he’d need a while for his morning meditation. So, he decided, if more than an hour will have passed, he’d go into the water, regardless of who was around.
After what seemed like eons, finally he seemed to have the lagoon to himself; he looked around the corner very carefully, then the surrounding space far as he could see— and finally, very carefully, he proceeded to disrobe. He folded his garments meticulously and placed them on one of the rocks, and then gingerly made his way into the pool.
The water felt pleasantly warm and smelled sweetly of blossoms and grass, he’d made himself at ease and proceeded to scrub his skin with the soft sand near the walls; it appeared that somewhere off sunlight came streaming from an aperture high in the ceiling, it skimmed the pool’s surface and reflected shimmering on the rocks. Anduin swam through the water pleasantly, and became aware on rounding a bend in the wall that the stream continued into another part of the cave; there were distant sounds of a waterfall, he proceeded forth to that area, and felt much better than he had earlier that morning.
On rounding the turn where finally the waterfall came into view, he noticed one of the drakes was still there; it was stood beneath the stream with its wings widespread, the sunlight glittered off its dark scales and the elegant curve of its back. It was both majestic and terrifying, because it resembled Onyxia very much in the way its horns curled, but its body was sleek and slender, enchanted, it had a number of other horns pointed gracefully backward along its head.
Anduin noticed straight away that amongst the others, this drake was unique; somehow, its body appeared softly to shimmer, like beneath its dark scales it had been constructed by iridescent gems. The immaterial colors seemed to flow and sway subtly through it, and on one of its ears was a single golden hoop.
Anduin stilled; his pulse raced inside him, he felt somehow overcome; despite his embarrassment, he mouthed his friend’s name very softly.
“Wrathion?" he tentatively said.
At the sound, the drake froze; somehow, that time he really hadn’t noticed him. He spun around with complete lack of grace, and with none of the regal majesty of moments before; he’d got the entire area nearby drenched with the loud splash of his wings, and stared at Anduin with mute panic.
“How dare you! I’m having my bath!" Wrathion stammered, he tried uselessly to shield himself with his wings and front limbs, before he remembered he was in his true form.
A short distance away, Anduin appeared traumatized; he’d not expected the graceful picture he’d seen to turn into something so raw and grotesque all at once. A long time had passed before he’d finally found his voice. “It is you,” he murmured, it was evident in his voice he was still a bit afraid.
Wrathion appeared uncertain, he also noticed Anduin was naked, and tried to remember if he’d been doing anything embarrassing or stupid, like singing in the bath.
“I knew you were there,” he said rapidly, “I was just— I didn’t say anything because—”
"No you didn’t," Anduin replied, he finally managed to smile— because the lie was so defensive, and so familiar as something Wrathion would do.
Wrathion appeared to regard him warily, like he was assessing the parts of him above water that he could see; it was a bit embarrassing to Anduin, but the thrill of seeing his friend’s true form as a grown drake for the first time overwhelmed that.
"Is this what you look like now?" Anduin asked, it occurred to him it was really quite a stupid question, and he cursed himself mentally for asking such a thing; he swam around him to get a better look, and Wrathion pretended it didn’t make him feel daft. "That’s right," he said with feigned courage, "Pretty impressive, right? And I’m not even done growing yet, I’ll probably get really big, like—" Like my father was.
No, he wasn’t going to be like that. Pretty big like the other aspects.
Anduin’s laughter echoed through the cavern, he really was impressed. “You really have grown,” he said, unable to hide his smile; “Remember when you were, like, this big?” He held his hands out of the water, a short distance apart. “And you could, like, lie down in my lap—”
Wrathion inadvertently laughed, before he remembered to stifle himself; “Yes, well—” he coughed, “Clearly I’m much bigger than you now.”
"Well, maybe in your true form…"
“And in human form.”
Anduin huffed, “Not in human form, I’m definitely taller.”
He thought that even as a dragon, Wrathion appeared incredulous at that. “You are not!” he sputtered, he switched to his human form straight away, and it was a curious thing to watch, because the difference in size between dragon and human was incredible.
There he was, his old friend again. They both laughed as Wrathion swam toward him in the water, both a little shy. “Right—” Wrathion said breathlessly, “I’m taller. See?” He moved one hand from the top of Anduin’s head to his own.
Anduin huffed, “Well, you can’t tell like that, we’re both swimming—”
"Okay— swim over there, it’s shallow enough to stand—" He pointed toward a rounded area of the pool, and then began to head there, himself.
"Wait up—" Anduin called, he began swimming after him; in that area, Wrathion was stood with the water reaching around the middle of his chest, he brushed the hair back from his eyes with both hands, and moved aside to make room for Anduin.
Once Anduin got there, he brushed his hair back, too, he padded at the sandy bottom of the pool with his feet, unable to stop grinning because he felt strangely thrilled; slowly, the two positioned themselves face to face, each looking to the top of the other’s head. “See? I’m taller,” Wrathion said triumphantly, he moved one hand from Anduin’s head to his own, and he really did stand an inch or two over him.
"No fair, you’re probably standing on some rocks or something—" Anduin said, and Wrathion huffed, "I am not! I’m standing on the ground, just like you—"
"We’ll measure again later, after the bath," Anduin said, vastly annoyed by the utter injustice that would have Wrathion taller than he was. And after he’d been such a tiny little whelp…
Very discreetly, his gaze trailed along Wrathion’s chest, he was mentally comparing and contrasting everything, and his pulse raced fast because of how naked they were; it hadn’t occurred to him Wrathion was doing the same all the while, he appeared tremendously content about being taller.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, Anduin was aware that even though this felt like old times, Wrathion still wasn’t likely to tell him his secrets; he wanted to know about Kairoz’s presence, about the betrayal from long ago, and, most of all, about the world coming to an end. But he worried that if he’d asked, he’d ruin this little reunion, and he’d missed Wrathion so terribly, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
But what kind of friendship is this, really, Anduin wondered, if he’s hiding all this stuff, if I can’t tell him my thoughts…?
Maybe they could stay friends just a little longer, before Anduin would ruin everything by asking.
"Bet I’m faster than you," he grinned, "bet I can reach that rock right there before you can."
"What rock. That one?"
"The one with, like, ivy on top— just there—"
"That one, yeah. Okay, race you there in three… two…"
"Wait! Wait, I’m not ready. Okay. Now I’m ready."
They counted down together before taking off.
—
For that day’s meeting, Neltharion had called not only many dragons of his own flight, but the aspects of the other flights, as well. The first to arrive was Malygos, bewitchingly handsome in his elven form; the very earth seemed to glitter with imprints of magic in his wake, and beneath the sway of his hair he appeared to be smirking just a little, like he knew something no one else did.
Neltharion shook his hand amicably, then the two patted one another gladly on the back— like clearly too much time had passed since last they’d had a chance to meet. Such a thing was rare for Malygos, in truth, as he really was quite timid and introverted, and liked to spend his time alone.
After him came Ysera, still yawning and followed by a clutch of nagging whelps; they were tended to by the brothers Eranikus and Itharius, both Ysera’s consorts.
The queen of the dragons was next, in her steps small blossoms and shrubs appeared and vanished on the cave floor, Alexstrasza appeared gentle and kind as she had been in Anduin’s own time; behind her in formal procession walked her four consorts, each more handsome than the last, and all four almost entirely naked. Golden bracelets and chains lined the consorts’ wrists and ankles, and fastened to their nipples at the front; Jaina gasped despite herself to recognize Krasus, he appeared almost boyish, clearly the youngest of the four. She noticed that just at the flesh of his behind was inscribed in draconic, Property of the Queen.
He must have been her favorite, she thought, and her heart wrenched to recall his demise.
After that, no further guests arrived for a while; even though Nozdormu from the present time was there, after having lost his titan powers, he did not believe it was sufficient for the meeting that he served as the timeless, ever-present essence of the bronze dragonflight. He insisted they wait just a bit longer.
After that, nearly another hour had passed, and the guests had begun to grow restless; Ysera’s whelps in particular were difficult to subdue, and had given her consorts a very difficult time.
Then, all at once, Neltharion’s face brightened. “Nozdormu, my old friend!" He grinned, and now the other aspects gazed in the direction of the entrance; Alexstrasza chuckled good-naturedly, and Malygos waved.
Neltharion proceeded to the entrance, he could be heard asking vaguely whether Soridormi couldn’t make it, and seemed to embrace someone like a brother— it became apparent when the two walked inside that the dragon who arrived was Kairoz.
Wrathion, Anduin, Jaina, and Aethas watched in utter shock while Neltharion led him in, Kairoz bloody smiled at them, he stopped just before Nozdormu and patted him warmly on the shoulder. “My future self,” he beamed at the other aspects, his hand raked through Nozdormu’s hair with what looked like innocent love; after that, he leaned forth fondly, with uncanny gentleness— and chastely kissed Nozdormu’s lips.
(On to Chapter 6)
--
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, though there are a lot of lore characters I like. 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). It's cool by me if you're not completely versed in the lore, I'm not a die-hard lore person, myself, and it's something you can read about a bit at a time as necessary. If you're over 18 and feel like giving it a try, please let me know (contact info on my profile). Thank you!
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Timeless: a Wranduin Story