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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Anduin had definitely never kissed someone like that. It was bloody brilliant, he felt eternally grateful to Wrathion for being so kind, for letting him do this; the fact that his uniform had got wrinkled and filthy didn't matter in the least. They'd been at it with such rushed desperation they hadn't stopped to think, they'd both waited their entire lives to finally feel what this was like; they were both terribly clumsy and awkward, but it was okay, they wondered how far they'd be allowed to go.
All the while, Wrathion was rather concerned, because earlier Anduin had suggested he'd had some experience; Wrathion wondered if he, himself, had come off terribly naive to him. He would have liked to hide such a thing, but wasn't sure how.
He thought, if I do anything stupid, I'll just say that's how dragons do things, and that he just wouldn't understand.
Very carefully, he slid one hand beneath Anduin's shirt, his heart was going fast with his own boldness— he watched Anduin out the corner of his eye to assess his reaction, but he still appeared to be fine.
I'm so awesome right now, Wrathion observed, he believed himself very mature and adult; his hand trailed experimentally over the flat expanse of Anduin's abdomen, up to the costal margin and the alternating ridges of his ribs, and Anduin totally let him.
"I totally wouldn't have asked Krasus if I knew you'd let me do this," he said in a brilliant show of tact, and Anduin absolutely took it as a compliment; his laughter came breathy, "Well, how was I supposed to know you wanted to do this if you never said so?"
"Well— you never said so, either."
"Well, next time I will."
Next time? There's going to be a next time? Wrathion thought he wanted to do this all the time now. Just this, and nothing else. Except for saving the world, obviously, but this was also pretty important.
"Can I get this off?" he asked while tugging at Anduin's blazer, and Anduin was already most of the way out of it; he didn't need to be asked twice. "You can get anything off that you want," he said, impatiently breathless, he paused momentarily as they both looked toward the entryway to the little chamber.
"What if someone walks in?" he whispered, and Wrathion regarded the small, glowing crystals that lit up that part of the cave; "Maybe if we covered them, it'll get dark, and then if someone walked in, they won't be able to see anything," he said.
He removed his own blazer and carefully proceeded to the glowing mound, then placed it over the crystals; the light in the chamber became very dim. From beneath the cloth the cloudy fluorescent shapes still appeared vaguely visible.
"Yours, too, come on," Wrathion said, he reached for Anduin's blazer, and after they got both to cover the crystals, the room was almost totally dark.
"Right, where are you—" Anduin asked, they laughed sheepishly when they reached for each other; they rolled clumsily unto the cave floor and kissed messily, awkwardly, partly missing, nowhere near careful enough— but they had nothing to evaluate that against; they both felt they were having a brilliant time.
Wrathion took Anduin's hand, and in an even more stellar demonstration of tact, he placed it directly at the front of his own trousers; he believed himself really quite suave. "I'm hard," he informed him unnecessarily, and Anduin saw absolutely nothing tactless about it; he'd never felt another guy's erection before. He felt daft as his fingers wandered experimentally over the pressed fabric of Wrathion's trousers, and stupidly murmured, "Me, too."
Wrathion ignored that utterly, because currently more pressing at the forefront of his mind (and trousers) was his own arousal; he therefore bypassed anything Anduin might have said, and instead headed directly to the question he'd wanted to ask for what seemed to him a very significant portion of his life.
"Do you want to take it in your mouth?"
Anduin totally didn't— but the question came so direct that he wasn't sure what to say.
"Oh..." he finally murmured, hoping Wrathion might understand it wasn't something he at all wanted to do— but Wrathion wasn't going to ruin this if it had a chance of actually happening.
"I'll do it to you after, if you want," he said, "but could you just do it? For maybe just a few minutes?"
A few minutes? Anduin despaired inwardly, he hadn't realized he'd have to do it for that long.
"S— sure..." he said with audible hesitance; he'd been about to tell Wrathion he wouldn't have to do it back, because the prospect of having him do it was terribly embarrassing— but he couldn't help himself.
He was dead curious, himself, about what it would feel like to get head.
After that, Wrathion didn't wait any longer; within microseconds he was tugging impatiently at his own trousers, entirely unashamed while he pulled them off his legs, then his briefs after that. He reached toward Anduin to kiss him as a show of gratitude, and partly missed because it was really quite dark. He kind of wished he could see.
He lay down propped by his elbows and beckoned Anduin forth, in the darkness their eyes got more accustomed to the dim light that emanated from the covered crystals; Anduin couldn't believe he was really going to do this.
He proceeded slowly between Wrathion's long legs; back when they swam together he had tried to get a proper look of his body, and now he could just barely see his silhouette; he could tell he was built lean and tall, his body was practically hairless, the angles and articulations of his bones were formed with elegant grace.
But Wrathion didn't give him the luxury to observe what little he could see; just in case Anduin forgot what he was meant to be doing, Wrathion got his hand directly on his member, then smiled and told him how good it felt.
Anduin felt somehow trapped, he couldn't exactly move away; there was no choice for him but to directly acknowledge he had his hand on another guy's cock.
He became aware Wrathion was quite well-endowed; he mentally compared and contrasted everything, and suddenly he wished he could see. His fingers wandered over the smooth surface, it was so hard and hot, Wrathion kept his hand on his and was guiding him to do what he liked.
"So can you do it?" he asked, and Anduin realized he couldn't keep stalling.
"Yeah," he said, Wrathion watched with almost unbearable anticipation while his friend knelt between his thighs, he thought he'd never been more curious in his life about what something would feel like.
This was it.
He was finally going to get head.
Very tentatively, Anduin took the tip of his cock in his mouth; at that, Wrathion stilled utterly. He observed in the darkness, breath suspended, and brushed back Anduin's hair now that he could very vaguely make out his outline; for some moments he said nothing, as not to deter him, but eventually began giving breathless little instructions on what he ought to do.
It was fucking brilliant. It was, hands down, the single best thing Wrathion had ever felt.
When Anduin had been informed of this, he was quite surprised; after all the instructions, he'd been certain he'd been doing it dreadfully wrong, and now hearing it was actually good was absolutely flattering.
"Really?" he asked, and Wrathion's hand came in his hair; "Don't stop," he said, and Anduin wondered how much longer he'd have to do it; after some time, he asked, "What about how you said you'd do it to me?"
"I will, definitely— just— go on a bit longer?"
"How much longer?"
"I don't know... five minutes?"
"Five minutes!"
"Okay, okay. Two minutes."
"Okay, but then you have to do it to me."
"Fine, just— just keep going."
--
Out the corner of his eye, Aethas observed that Jaina was headed in the direction of the chamber where Anduin and Wrathion had gone; he'd passed by that bend in the corridor earlier and caught just enough of their conversation to know it was something that ought not be interrupted, and by Aunt Jaina in particular. He made his way toward her briskly, and with an elegant turn of the wrist got his hand on hers.
He said her name softly, and then cleverly prompted her to turn the other way; "Would it be all right to have a word about what happened before?"
His touch had been so gentle she didn't startle on feeling his hand, she turned to him in a bout of surprise.
When she'd fully recognized what he'd asked, she nodded almost eagerly; "Yes," she said, "I should very much like to have a word."
He could tell by the way she regarded him that she was really quite concerned, he could imagine how discontent she must have felt after Malygos' blatant accusations.
He walked with her out of the cavern entirely, to the frozen grounds outside, where late afternoon had now given way to twilight; the orange rays of the setting sun glittered through the frosted trees, they painted the curving mounds of snow in gold and yellow. Their boots sounded low and crisp on the wintery earth, and Kael'thas thought that for so many years, he had dreamt of taking a walk with Jaina, just like this.
I could walk with you all day, he thought, but the day was almost over.
"Be honest with me, Kael'thas," she said, and he thought nothing ever touched his heart like hearing her speak his real name; he would have liked to tell her, Call me Kael. "Are you planning something sinister? Is it true, what Malygos said?"
She stopped and turned to him directly, and he felt like he was somehow in trouble, like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar; he'd have loved to kiss her just then, if it were the sort of lifetime where such a thing were possible.
She seemed like she was fighting back her temper, like she was really trying not to get mad; "Anduin seems to think your motives are pure, and he's not a stupid kid; but I'm not sure he has any real basis to think so— he is still a kid, after all. Well— he is, to me." She raised her eyes to Kael'thas and sighed. "And you're just a kid, too, aren't you— for an elf—"
The sunlight glittered from just behind him, it illuminated his hair in a soft haze; he regarded her sweetly and smiled. "I promise, Jaina; I won't lie to you." Very gently, he slid the back of his hand against her cheek and brushed his fingers sadly through a strand of her hair. "Maybe you'll decide to trust me."
"Stop with the drama," she deadpanned, "Are you still allied with Kil'jaeden? Is that why you want to go to the Well?"
"Allied with Kil'jaeden, no," he said, "But is there really any way to convince you I'm not up to something sinister— now that Malygos had made such a show of my personal matters?"
"Your personal matters?"
"It's not important," he replied, "whatever he said, there's no way he could understand— but you wouldn't believe me if I said I mean no harm, would you?"
"I want to believe you," she said, "but—"
"But you just can't trust me, after everything that happened before."
"Kael'thas," she said gently, she regarded him like she was trying to make him see reason; "you've not done much to appear trustworthy." Her words were laden not in accusation or malice, but came instead as simple fact; "You say you mean nothing sinister, but you haven't explained what purpose you supposedly have; even now, you still don't reveal your true form, you don't expect me to trust you based on affection and niceties—"
At that, Kael laughed softly; his eyes fixed on the distant mouth of the cave, now apparent far off that they'd walked for a while. Their footsteps tracked through the snow in a graying trail, at the sides of the road grasses trembled in the light evening breeze.
He smiled at her fondly and brought one finger to his lips, then whispered, "Keep this a secret, from one mage to another."
One Kirin Tor mage to another, he would have liked to say.
His hands appeared large and elegant when he brought then to his chest, his eyes fluttered shut as he proceeded to mouth some silent incantation; Jaina observed with her brow furrowed as low beams of light shimmered in-between his fingers, they brightened gradually until they were nearly blinding, and for some moments she could vaguely make out the outline of a golden phoenix bird before the incandescent beams washed over Kael entirely.
When the light glittered slowly away, he appeared at first entirely covered in white; then, his features materialized slowly, the colors set in until his robes were a very vivid red.
His appearance was familiar and nostalgic, but so many years had passed since last she'd set eyes on him; now he was stood there like nothing had changed, in his royal garments and all.
Jaina chuckled, there was something threatening forth at the back of her throat, and she deliberately forced it back, stupidly sentimental; "It really is you," she laughed, or meant to, but despite herself she was just a little tearful.
"Idiot," she smiled, but it was an awful, twisted smile she couldn't sustain, why did something like this get her emotional...? Kael'thas was supposed to be dead.
"You idiot, all this time, you knowingly had us all fooled—"
She pushed him back weakly, like she was too mentally exhausted to deal with what it all meant; "You made a mockery of the Kirin Tor— you just came back to your old place in the Council— and you fooled us all to believe—"
But there was no real anger behind her words; she understood all too well how wretched his life must have been, that he had resorted to living in secret.
When she had known him in her younger years, she'd never really bothered with who he really was— but she knew now that ever since the invasion of Quel'thalas, he had lived a life colored with tragedy and despair. She bombarded him after that with insults and swears, and they fell on him like the tenderest whispers of love, it was overwhelming somehow, that she cared to speak those things directly.
She smacked him weakly on the arm and stumbled forth a few steps in the snow, "If you go to the Well of Eternity, don't think I won't watch you," she said, her voice wavered despite herself; "I'll watch you really carefully, and I'll find out what you're up to— and if you try anything, I'll make you wish you were back at the Violet Hold—"
At that, his expression brightened warmly, he gave a fond little laugh; essentially, it meant she had given her approval, that it was all right for him to go.
"Being personally babysat by Jaina," he said with a soft smile; "That doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
She regarded him with something between a grin and a grimace, and swiped at her eyes with complete lack of grace. "How come you still look so fucking young anyway," she muttered, "you haven't aged a bloody day."
"Just think, you could have all this," he grinned, and posed like he were showcasing himself as that day's special.
"Yeah shut up," Jaina smiled; she watched as he finally proceeded to change back to Aethas, and something inside her almost wanted him to stop—
In the moments just before his transformation, she noticed he'd only had one verdant sphere remaining, of the original three.
--
Kairoz caught up with Malygos somewhere down the path leading away from the cave; in one nimble maneuver he got him facing the dry front of a large boulder, he grinned over his shoulder from behind— it wasn't much different from the way Malygos, himself, had trapped Anduin earlier.
"You didn't honestly think I'd let you get away," he mouthed, he bit lightly just at the shell of his ear; "elusive little bastard, aren't you."
Malygos went very still; he turned his head sideward very slowly, but Kairoz was too clever for this; he got one hand over Malygos' eyes and whispered over his temple, "Not tonight, sweet darling; your enchanting gaze won't work on me."
Beneath his palm, he could feel the soft flicker of his eyelashes, the pointed tip of his nose; "You've always been my favorite, not counting myself, of course—"
He leaned forth to run his tongue along the white expanse of Malygos' neck, he'd got him to gasp, just a little; "Don't even try to summon your doubles, you know I can do far worse."
"I'm not getting out of this one tonight, am I?" Malygos asked, and Kairoz's laughter came low; "No, little brother, tonight you're in a lot of trouble."
He got one hand on his wrist and rapidly tugged, but Malygos turned around on his own; "You won't win this, Nozdormu," he said, his voice came quiet and seductive in the small space between them. "I know why you're doing this, your futile quest for immortality— you can't honestly think you can prevent your own demise—"
"Can't I?" Kairoz asked, the words ghosted ethereal just at Malygos' lips, already his fingers tugged cleverly upward at his blue robes; he knew Malygos wasn't going to stop him.
"You can't possibly think your future self won't prevent you," the blue aspect said, "he knows you'd bring the world to destruction in your pointless attempt at this infantile dream."
"We'll see about that," there came the reply, "are you jealous, little darling? That this is something even your magic can't produce?"
Their lips moved only millimeters apart; as he regarded Malygos so closely, Kairoz thought the fine blue blossoms and leaves painted round his eyes seemed to move and glitter slightly, like an animated picture— like they were swaying in some intangible breeze—
"You naive, pompous fool," Malygos laughed, "there is so much you don't know—"
He closed the small distance between them and hungrily seized Kairoz's mouth; all around them, the evening winds swept through the trees in slow motion.
(On to Chapter 10)
--
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!
- 8
- 9
- 10
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