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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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At the end of the following day, Anduin returned to his quarters tired but content: he'd delivered a sermon in the morning and after that devoted himself to his studies and research, together with others in the priesthood. He'd expected that the events of the previous evening would leave him feeling awkward later, but despite them he'd been somehow overcome by an uncanny sense of calm; what's more, the Holy Word channeled within him all through his sermon, and he spoke with divine conviction that moved his followers' hearts.
The night before his dreams had been almost unnaturally sweet, they had left him with lingering warmth and an encompassing affection, he'd not realized he had looked forward to seeing Wrathion; he stepped into their mutual quarters still in his holy garments, still carrying tomes of the Light, and wondered if he'd find him there.
Somewhere inside, Anduin knew he still ought to be angry; I haven't forgiven him, he thought, of course not, and I'll give him a piece of my mind— but some of the things he said had made logical sense...
Beyond logical sense, however, was the overwhelming feeling that some divine purpose was at hand, something outside mortal comprehension, and that the friendship between them was right; he made a mental note to meditate on that during his prayers that evening.
At the opposite end of the room the curtains swayed a little when he got the front door open, the air was chilly, the hearth wasn't lit; Oh, Anduin thought; he remained at the entrance for several moments, aware unexpectedly of a small sense of disappointment.
His eyes trailed over the outline of the furniture, dimly illuminated by the waning daylight from outside, and finally he walked inside and closed the front door; he carefully placed his books on the table at the entry and rapidly proceeded to the hearth, where he knelt to light the fire.
Where was Wrathion...? From there he could see that neither the adjoining bedchamber nor the bathroom were illuminated.
Well, he thought; why should I care where he buggered off to...? He's probably off doing dragon things.
He went on to disrobe for his bath and carefully folded his clerical garments, he'd been so busy that day he'd not had a chance to write a letter to Velen about his experience at the chapel the previous night; in his mind already he planned what he intended to write, while he went on to prepare the water.
Certainly other members of the clergy had approached him about it, he'd been asked about his welfare and offered blessings by a number of other priests; "In this holiest of moments," he'd replied humbly, "we take solace in the guiding wisdom of the Light."
How exactly the Light's wisdom intended to guide him in this case, he wasn't sure— but such a thing required patience, and time to ponder its mysterious purpose. He had hoped while saying his prayers that he might experience a similarly blessed state as that of the previous evening, but his meditation proceeded uneventfully, and he concluded as he usually had.
What's more, despite himself he'd almost hoped Wrathion would arrive— he envisioned how he'd chide him for knowing exactly when to come in, just when he'd got into the bath— but in the end he finished washing up without any embarrassing intervention on part of his old friend's untimely arrival.
"Well, good thing," he said aloud to the empty room; "I wanted to have my own quarters to begin with."
And, besides, he still had so much work to do, he couldn't spend all evening preoccupied by nonsensical things.
However, as the hours passed he found his mind going back to Wrathion time and again, and how it had felt to kiss him; he tried to focus his attention on the holy manuscript he had open at the desk, but finally turned his thoughts directly to the matter at hand.
Why was he taking so long to come back? Hadn't he told the clergy they were lovers, wouldn't that mean he would have to spend time with him...?
He got up from his seat and paced to the window, and then tried to see whether perhaps a dragon might be approaching through the skies— but that was ridiculous, Wrathion could be anywhere; and, what's more, Anduin wasn't exactly sure how he looked in his true form at this point in time. Either way, the hills appeared shrouded in darkness, with lanterns and shop windows illuminating the streets: he doubted he'd be able to make out the form of anything flying toward the town.
"I'm glad I have the room to myself," he said to no one in particular; "finally I can focus on my work in peace."
He wasn't anywhere near as productive as he'd hoped, however; he stared down at his holy scripture and read the same paragraph several times without retaining a word, and finally leaned back in his chair and turned his gaze upward.
"Blessed Light that art in Heaven," he mouthed with eyes closed; "please lend me the strength to overcome this... this..."
This what...?
He could not understand what it was that overtook him, but somehow he could not find the serenity that usually guided him through meditation and prayer; "Forgive me, holy Light," he finally said, he rose from his chair conclusively and made for the bedroom, then tossed himself on the covers and went for his belt.
He stifled his voice with one hand and buried his head in his pillow, and had at himself savagely, with frustration he'd not realized he'd felt, and he thought he wouldn't mind if Wrathion had walked in—
—no, he wouldn't mind if he saw him at it— if he'd said something taunting or embarrassing, Anduin thought that it would only turn him on— he would look at him directly without stopping, and he'd say, We're lovers, aren't we, so come over here and—
—and what...?
He imagined Wrathion walking toward him while he still touched himself, fully clothed, and envisioned him leaning forth to kiss him, he would mouth scandalous things against his lips, bury his head in his neck, get his hand on Anduin's on his cock with gloves still on, and tell him how dirty he was—
Yes, Anduin thought, I want that— I want him to do it to me—
He finished messily in his own hand, exhausted and short of breath, and lay on his side with eyes closed; inside him his pulse still went fast, gradually there came the fatigue of after-exertion, as well as the hollow, wretched sensation of being alone.
"What am I doing," he murmured, he regarded the digits of his hand, where the fluid glistened hotly in thin rivulets to his palm; his belt clinked while he rose from the mattress and proceeded to the bathroom in order to clean up, his hair partly disheveled out of its tie.
For the remainder of the evening he managed to get a few passages read in his scripture before finally retiring for sleep, but even by that time Wrathion still hadn't returned.

(On to Chapter 8)
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A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, Illidan/Kael'thas, or Varian/Arthas (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) 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, or if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing; 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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