Darnassus Isn't Worth This

Diclaimer: While Vic, Karr and Hail are all mine in this fic (all characters are ones I play) the concept of WoW and races/history etc are not mine and belong to Blizzard.

This actually happened in my character's storyline - I play on a RP server :D How Sir Victor 'Crow' Bloodcreed ended up with a pet Kaldorei. Enjoy.

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“Mmmf!”

Karr fought as hard as he could against his captors, grim-faced Sin’dorei with narrowed eyes, but with his hands bound and gagged so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe there wasn’t much he could do – especially being bodily carried like he was.

Still, he struggled, pale eyes wide as he kicked and twisted with all his might. All he needed was just an inch, just one tiny bit of give and he could-

A crushing pain on the back of his head as a guard slammed the hilt of his sword into it turned him suddenly boneless, right on the edge of consciousness as dots pinwheeled across his vision.

By Elune, what have I got myself into now?

He barely felt himself being dumped onto a soft bed and left, curling into as tight a ball as he could with his hands bound behind his back. He could feel a dampness from the sword hilt.

Just rest…’till the room stops spinning…then I’ll…

-

Sir Victor “Crow” Bloodcreed laughed and slapped his gauntlets into the chest of his protégé, making the boy let out an ‘oof’ as he wheezed, glaring at his mentor and holding onto the mail-covered leather.

“Hailin, you need to learn to duck sometime.” Vic said lightly as they made their way back from the stables into the house proper. “You can’t block every swordswing with a shield.”

“I can if you didn’t use dirty tricks.” Hailin Bloodsinger, novice Blood Knight and ward of Victor’s griped, putting the mail gauntlets on a table carefully before sulking over to Vic, helping him take off the mail he’d worn for training. “That move wasn’t in the book!”

“Good! I’m not trying to teach you from the book.” Vic sighed with relief as he pulled off the mail shirt, leaving Hailin to stagger under its weight. “Nobody in the real world fights by the book, Hailin, and the sooner the new Bloods recognise that the be-”

“Still teaching the boy nonsense I see, Crow.”

Vic whirled, thin-bladed dagger magically appearing in his hand at the voice before he straightened with a scowl. “Vranesh.” He nodded shortly, turning his back on the champion. Hailin kept his mouth shut, putting the mail shirt over the stock made for it. He knew as well as anyone that these two rarely stayed on civil terms with each other.

Vranesh sneered at Victor’s scarred back as the man removed the rough wool jerkin, dropping it onto a chair before picking up the worn, thin red leather one he favoured and shrugging it on. Sitting down with a cool glance at his guest, he started unlacing the greaves. “Still as polite as ever, Creed.”

The lack of the ‘Blood’ – an insult – earned him a pause. “Hail, go see that the Champion’s horse is comfortable, will you?”

Hailin took that as the order it was and fled gratefully. He had no wish to see any confrontation between these two – the last time, it had ended with blood spilled in the streets and the pair being forcibly split up by the other Blood Knights.

That was two weeks ago. Vic still had stitches.

“The boy should not be taught by the likes of you.” Vranesh started, breaking the silence.

“Oh do be quiet, boy.” Victor stood, stretching out the last of the kinks and pretending not to notice Vranesh take a step backwards. He was very tall for a Blood Elf, after all. “Lor picked me over you to take the last Bloodsinger under my wing because of experience, age, and proof I can take the responsibility. In case you’ve forgotten, champion, I’ve been through two Wars, countless skirmishes and come back through the Dark Portal.” He paused for a moment, smirking slightly. “You haven’t been outside the damned city walls for how long?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Vranesh hissed. “My duties-”

“Duties! What duties?” Vic laughed derisively as he turned to face the seething man. He loved winding up Vranesh – loved winding any of the puffed-up, poncy new ‘champions’ really. The resulting fight was a good distraction, and to give him his due, Vranesh was a good fighter.

Just a shame he’d never learnt to fight dirty.

Vranesh grit his teeth, and Vic was pleased to note the hand on the hilt of his over-pretty sword tightened with a creak of heavily-decorated leather. Next to this boy, Vic looked like a scruffy rogue and he knew it – just didn’t care. “My duties are of no concern of yours. A Night Elf was bought in earlier. Caught spying around the East Sanctum. You’ve been ordered to interrogate him and use whatever means nessecary to procure information.”

Vic frowned. “Me? Why?”

Vranesh sneered. “Because you’re the best at torture and you can speak Common. You worked with humans, remember?” He smirked as Vic’s face darkened. “Oh, please don’t start screaming Victor, it was rather tiresome for the doctors at Sanctuary.”

Victor’s sword made a nasty rasping sound as it came out of the scabbard and lay at Vranesh’s throat. Vranesh took a sudden step back, glowing green eyes wide. “One more word, boy.” Vic murmured very quietly. “Just one. Kael would pay a lot for your head, I’m sure.”

“Th-that’s treason!”

“So’s insulting a ranking member of the Blood Knights, champion.” The blade moved so fast Vranesh didn’t have time to flinch, the point nicking his cheek before being returned to the scabbard with a decisive clakt. “Remember that, in future. Now. Where is the Kal’Dorei being held?”

Vranesh touched his cheek, wincing at the sting and pulling his fingers away covered in blood. He glared at Vic sullenly. “Recesses of the Sunspire. Bring the brat with you. About time he learnt more about the great Victor Bloodcreed.” With that he turned, storming out of the yard. Vic smiled when he heard the Knight screaming at the boys and the sound of him galloping out. Drawing his sword again, he shook his head at himself when he saw the red stain on the blade.

“Never put a sword away bloody. You novice.” He muttered to himself, looking for a cloth.

Hailin ventured in a couple of minutes later, blinking when he saw Vic with his legs kicked up onto the table, leaning back in the chair and cleaning his ever-present short sword with a cloth, pipe in mouth and humming a summer tune. “Uh…sir?”

“Just the name will suffice, Hailin.” Victor looked up at him, eyes narrowed in amusement. “You look like you’re walking on snakes, boy. What’s wrong? Vranesh hurt you?”

“No. Took a swing at me but missed. I think you irritated him, Vic.” Hailin leant against the doorframe, folding his arms as he watched Vic inspect the sword. “What did you do?”

“Taught him to respect his betters.” The tone of voice as Vic slid the sword away and laid the scabbard on the table said it all, the intense green eyes fixing back on Hailin’s as he took the pipe out of his mouth and blew a smoke ring. “How do you feel about torture, Hail?”

“What?” He knew better then to answer his mentor’s questions straight – the memory of the last time brought a hot flush to his cheeks and a hurried diversion of the eyes. “You mean interrogation, right?”

“Same thing.” Vic waved dismissively, pipe going back into mouth. “Call it what you will.”

“Yes, well…” Hailin shrugged. “Depends who and why.”

“How about a Kal’Dorei that’s been sneaking where he shouldn’t sneak?”

Hailin gave him a smirk. “Then that’s fine. Why?”

Vic gracefully swung his legs off the table, standing and belting his sword across his hips. “Because that’s exactly what we’re going to be doing today, my young apprentice.” He picked up his leather gloves, pulling them on, before taking the pipe out of his mouth and extinguishing it, putting it down. “So I suggest you gather your things and meet me at the gate.”

“Alright.”

-

Karr groaned into the strip of cloth as his head came out from the bucket of freezing water, choking.

“Fel’alas ber?”

He just coughed in reply. Blood Elf language wasn’t exactly high in the education he’d received before heading over here. He knew a little but through the dots still dancing across his vision and the pain flaring in the back of his head every time he moved it was lucky he could concentrate enough on his name.

He was shaken slightly. “Fel’alas ber!”

“Same to you with bells on.” He muttered. There was a hiss of irritation and he was dumped back on the bed, gasping and moaning in pain. His eyes narrowed as he tried to stay conscious. There had been tales of what the Sin’Dorei did to the people they captured – for that reason alone he would have refused the assignment, if it wasn’t for the fact that banishment was on the cards if he hadn’t taken it.

Elves didn’t take kindly to thieves, apparently.

“Kal’thalar. Nul fedoran, kelar.”

That was a new voice. Lower, deeper and confident. Karr would have looked up to take in the new arrival, but he could barely move. Probably concussed, he thought vaguely.

“Hailin, noth’ra melnamin, hmm?”

“Kal.”

Footsteps of two people faded and a third stayed. Karr groaned lightly. Oh Elune this was going to hurt.

“Why don’t you stand?”

That made his head jerk, which made him curl up and moan. Common! Heavily accented, yes, but still Common. “Argh.” Okay, not intelligent, but about all he could manage.

The Blood Elf moved closer. “You’re in pain?”

No. I just felt like making noises. Karr groaned again, and was aware of the other moving closer, skin-warmed leather worn smooth slipping over his head, through his hair. He jerked and bit his gag when the fingers touched where the Blood Elf had hit him, the hand pulled back quickly.

The other inspected the blood-covered fingers. “This won’t do.” He sighed. “What did they expect out of you with a head injury like this, hmm?” The Sin’Dorei pulled off his gloves and put them on the nearby table. “They know I like my toys with bite.” There was a light chuckle after that that sent shivers down Karr’s spine, despite the pain. He had to get the psycho, didn’t he?

“Come now.” He flinched as he felt hands touch him, but they were surprisingly gentle, turning him carefully. There was a feeling not unlike ice washing over him and the pain in his head subsided, then disappeared altogether. “There. Better?”

Karr squirmed out of the man’s hands as soon as he was able, pushing himself back against the wall as far away from this man as possible. What his narrowed eyes took in was a tall elf, long blond hair swept into a practical ponytail, dressed in red and brown leather that had seen better days. He didn’t look like much compared to the other Sin’Dorei he’d come across.

The man smirked as he saw Karr scrutinising him, folding his arms and those damned green glowing eyes narrowing in amusement. “You like what you see, Kal’Dorei?”

Karr blinked at him, trying to work his hands loose again. He froze again when the man moved, a hand wrapping around his throat almost gently, but he could feel the strength there. Oh hell, the guy was close, really close, and he was totally helpless. A swearword was muttered into the cloth as he caught a glint of a knife in the other’s hand, but as soon as he tried to struggle there was a crushing grip and he choked, vision dimming as he struggled for breath.

“I wouldn’t do that again if I were you.” The Blood Elf purred, and Karr realised there was a knee on his chest. He merely whimpered in affirmation, eyes widening as the blade came closer, squeezing shut as it was laid on his cheek. There was a whisper, and he realised the gag had been cut off. He opened an eye, then the other, before licking his dry lips.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” The blood elf smirked. He flicked the knife, sliding the black blade into the handle. Karr’s eyes caught it and he stared. A dwarven bone knife. Oh hell. “You like it? It was…given to me by a friend.”

“You have friends?” Karr sneered at him. The elf laughed.

“Many. This one was a dwarf. But I’m not here to give you my life story. I’m here to extract yours.” At the tone of voice, Karr realised this wasn’t a game any more. That look meant he was about to experience some real pain. He swallowed, trying to stop his heart beating out of his chest. He was a thief, for crying out loud, no matter that he’d had training. Pain bad! “You may want to make this a little easier for yourself – and less of a time-waste for me – if you just told me your name and who you’re working for now.”

“Are you joking?” Karr was proud that his voice was steady, even if he was shaking under the elf.

The blond sighed. “Oh well. More fun for me, then.” Working quickly, the blade came out and sliced through Karr’s bonds, though with the Sin’Dorei kneeling on his chest he couldn’t do anything about it. His arms were quickly bound above his head and the other switched to straddling him, smiling darkly and tapping the tip of his knife against his bottom lip.

Karr tried to steady his breathing. He didn’t like the look on the Blood Elf’s face, the way his eyes seemed to have gone a little spacey, the glow becoming a little more intense. Psycho. By Elune…

“Hmm. You sure you don’t want to worm out of this, Kal’Dorei?” Blondie smiled at him. “It’ll save you some pain. I really don’t want to hurt you.”

Why did he find that hard to believe? Maybe it was the fact that the Blood Elf was teasing the tip of the blade over the cloth of his chest… “I want to, believe me, but I’ll do it by killing you first.” He ground out. Was the punishment for singing like a canary worse then what this man was going to do to him?

“Tough words.” There was that smile again. The blade flashed, bringing out a whimper from Karr as he heard cloth rip. In seconds his chest was bare. It almost made him panic – the cloth hadn’t been much protection, but it was a barrier of sorts. The Sin’Dorei’s smile widened as he played the tip of the knife over light purple skin. “Nice. No scars, I see. Heh, guess that either makes you wet behind the ears, a coward or very, very good.”

Despite himself, Karr felt a stab of pride at that. He did take care of his body, and he was good. “Th-the latter.” He managed. “You don’t survive long as a rogue otherwise.”

By the way the green eyes lit up, he knew he said the wrong thing.

“A rogue, hmm?” The elf fluttered the blade around his stomach, over the toned abs, making Karr draw in a hiss of breath. Was now a good time to panic? “So you’re gathering information.”

“I-I didn’t say that.” He muttered belatedly, shifting under the almost-tickle of the blade. How sharp was that knife?

“So what did you say?” Blondie purred, the knife stopping and more pressure put on it – right over his solar plexus. Oh gods oh gods-

Karr kept his mouth shut, steeling himself.

“Hmph.” There was a light sting that made him gasp, and Karr opened his mouth to-

He was licking the blood off the blade.

“You know, Kal’Dorei, it would be so much easier if you just gave up.” The psycho said conversationally, as he flicked the blade over Karr’s skin, opening up lines of red that made him whimper, just on this side of painful but promising more. “I can keep this up for quite a while, and the beauty is, I can just keep healing you. Imagine how long I can keep you alive for. And how much pain I can inflict, hmm?”

Karr bit his lip at that, but stayed silent. Screw loyalty to Darnassus, this was about pride. The Sin’Dorei flicked his eyes up to his face, before smirking.

“Maybe it’s not pain that works with you. I’ve heard stories about you Night Elves.”

Karr just stared at him. By Elune, if they’d just used one of their normal torturers, he’d be able to guess what was going to happen but this guy…he tried to keep his breathing steady as he watched the Sin’Dorei, fear welling up. He was tied up, daggers out of reach, no helpful poisons and totally helpless.

The blond elf’s smirk grew wider at the silence, pressing the blade down and drawing it over his chest slowly, making him hiss and squirm under him from the pain. Then there was a whole different sensation that made him almost cry out for a totally different reason, goosebumps rising at the feel of the psycho’s tongue travelling along the shallow cut, licking up the blood, the hot wetness combining with the sharp sting to make him pull against his bonds.

“The hell?!” He panted when the Blood Elf straightened, licking a red smudge off his lips. There was that damned smirk again.

“You liked that?”

“The hell I did.” But damnit, Karr knew he was lying. And the raised eyebrow from the Sin’Dorei told him he knew it, too. Damn. Damn damn damn!!

“Well. Interesting.” There was a chuckle, then the elf moved back. Karr took a moment to concentrate on the ceiling above him, furiously studying the drapes of the bed he was on- why hadn’t they thrown him into a dungeon? Why was he in what looked like a luxurious bedroom? At least if he was in somewhere he could plausibly rot this wouldn’t seem so-

-So kinky.

There, he’d said it.

And what the hell was that psycho doi- oh no. Karr kicked suddenly as he felt the blade of the knife slice along his trousers, catching himself on the blade but not caring. He caught the Blood Elf (and now he knew the reason for the ‘Blood’, obviously) on the chin, making the man’s eyes dim as his head snapped back, the knife dropping onto the bed. Karr hissed in triumph, working his legs up onto the bed and grabbing the knife between his feet. Lithely twisting, he grabbed the blade between his teeth and-

A hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed hard. Karr choked, unable to stop the knife being taken out of his mouth.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that again.” The Sin’Dorei’s mouth was right by his ear, close enough that he could feel his breath. Karr tried to bring his leg up under the blond to throw him off, but the hand tightened to the point that he’d know there would be bruises later and he stilled, fighting through the hand for breath. “Do you understand me, Night Elf?” The hand loosened just enough for him to nod. “Good. You get to breathe.”

When the hand left, Karr gasped for breath, windpipe hurting. How hard was this guy’s head, for god’s sake? He’d killed with that kick! He coughed, watching the Sin’Dorei back off with a tight smile and finish cutting the cloth off him.

Karr tried not to think of the possibilities of him tied up and naked with this guy.

“Mmm.” The blond purred, looking him over. “Nice. So.” He came back to straddle him again, running a hand over the slices on his chest almost absently and healing them. “Where were we.” Karr was pleased to see the bruise blossoming over the man’s cheek from the kick. So he wasn’t untouchable. Then he fingered the skin, smiled slowly at Karr and the bruise…disappeared, a light glow around his fingers the only sign of the spell. “Ah yes.”

Oh shi-

There was a sharp pain as the guy drew the knife down the exact centre of his torso, opening up a vicious slice. Karr bit his lip hard to stop from making a sound, though he couldn’t stop the whimper that edged through when he felt that tongue again. He stared up at the drapes, counting the folds, doing anything but concentrate on that damned tongue!

“What’s your name?”

Silence. Karr grit his teeth hard as the cut was healed, feeling the man move up him, leather of his jerkin grazing over his skin in a way that made him shiver. No. Bad thoughts. This is a Sin’Dorei. The enemy. He could feel his body-heat and stupidly he remembered the feeling of his gloved hands going through his hair-

-What the hell was he thinking about?!

Karr was almost grateful for the sudden bite on his shoulder for bringing him back to reality. He thrashed under the Blood Elf, trying to get away from the teeth. The psycho chuckled against the skin, changing the bite to a suck that almost made Karr melt.

What the hell was this guy playing at?

Karr groaned, jerking himself roughly away. This was surreal. He was meant to be tortured and this guy was seducing him.

There was a pause, before a hand almost gently wrapped itself in his hair and pulled his head round, exposing his neck. Karr swallowed convulsively as he felt the blond shift, felt his breath against his throat.

“Name.”

It wasn’t a question, and it was low, almost gentle, and suddenly Karr understood. There were different ways of breaking, and pain would have taken too long.

By Elune, this man was insane.

“Screw you.”

There was a chuckle at that, but Karr felt strengthened by the tiny glimpse he’d had into the psycho’s mind – at least, until he felt the warm, wet tongue trace around the bruises from earlier, working up to his ear. When he felt the mouth close over the root of his ear, Karr couldn’t hold back the low groan as his eyes slid shut.

“Maybe you will.” The Blood Elf murmured darkly, and Karr shivered at the promise in those words.

No! Wrong thoughts. Wrong. Karr glared at the wall, eyes following the patterns of shadows as he fought against the flushed heat, biting his lip. He was in enemy territory and this was torture, no matter what it felt like. No matter how good the tongue working its way up his ear felt, or the way they were resting almost chest to chest, body-warmed leather as good as skin, the weight on his hips-

Wrong thoughts!

There was a dark, dirty laugh when the Blood Elf pushed down on him gently. “Well…don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this, elf.” The hand left his hair as the blond sat up, leaving Karr to look up at him blankly, yellow glow meeting green. His breathing was short, Karr realised, watching the other. Blondie was actually almost panting.

That didn’t fill him with confidence.

He watched as the Sin’Dorei unlaced his jerkin, long fingers delicate and nimble, the leather falling to the floor. The man leant over him, hands on either side of his head, and there was the smirk again as Karr raked his eyes down him automatically.

“Like what you see?”

Karr knew the Blood Elf could read him like a book. He stayed silent.

“Name?”

“Vael?”

The Blood Elf froze, then swore before sitting back on his haunches and making Karr groan again as he looked over his shoulder. There was someone at the door, he realised.

“Tuan dul rel’osa, Hail.” There was a quick conversation in the lilting language of the Sin’Dorei before the sound of the door shutting – and locking – and someone else came into his line of sight. A younger Blood Elf, long hair fading from blond to red looked down at him, arms folded.

“Nu’al me gosa, Vael.”

The blond smirked down at Karr. “Hailin here can’t speak Common.” He murmured.

Karr swallowed. “Vael your name?”

“No.” The blond chuckled. “That means ‘Sir’ in our language.” He looked up at the unimpressed redhead, and another garbled conversation followed. Karr watched as the boy’s face light up, worried but glad for the break – his mind was clear, and he was in control of his body again.

Then Hailin moved out of his line of sight and he heard the sound of clothing hitting the floor. The blond – and still nameless – Blood Elf smirked down at him, leaning down and mouthing the bite mark on his shoulder.

“We’re going to have a little fun with you, Kal’Dorei.” He murmured in Karr’s ear. “Maybe encourage you to be a little more talkative, hmm?”

Karr swallowed again, biting his lip as he stared up at the space above blondie’s shoulder, wondering where the other had gone – and almost as if summoned by the thought, a hand appeared in his view, running over the blond’s shoulder, fingers kneading the muscles gently to the appreciative sound of the other.

Karr found himself mesmerised by the fingers, adding to the heady surrealistic feeling of the whole thing and forgetting himself enough to actually moan and arch his neck slightly at the elf sucking on his throat, a jolt sliding down his spine and a flush suddenly turning his cheeks darker.

There was a light chuckle from Hailin as the elf moved from behind the blond to Karr’s other side, sharing a quick glance with the other before his mouth closed over the tip of an ear. That made Karr twitch, trying hard to stop himself from bucking, feeling the laugh from the psycho rather then hearing it.

“Name?”

“G-go to hell…” Karr managed.

“Heh.” The elf licked down his throat, moving across to a shoulder and then shifting down to his chest. “I need to know what to call out when I come.”

That made Karr moan low and shudder, pushing up against the blond with a gasp. “You…you’re good.” He managed grudgingly.

“I know.” He looked at Hailin with a smirk. “I think we need a new tactic here. Hailin?”

It wasn’t until the other stood that Karr realised he was totally naked. Oh hell.

The blond slid off him, smirking, and Hailin took his place. The red-head wasn’t as toned as the other and certainly wasn’t as scarred, and Karr was struck with the urge to touch the skin, see if it was as soft as it looked-

Hailin smiled down at him, something of the older elf in his smile, and he leant back against the blond.

The psycho wrapped his arm around Hailin’s shoulders, and for a second Karr thought he was going to choke him, but then Hailin leaned his head back and his eyes slid shut as the other slid a hand over his chest, down his abs and over a hip. The blond’s eyes fixed on Karr’s and he smiled, pulling Hailin tight against his chest before making the red-head’s breathing hitch by wrapping his fingers around his cock.

Karr couldn’t take his eyes off the show, couldn’t shut off the image, tongue snaking out to lick his lower lip before biting it, eyes slipping from the blonds to the hand, unconsciously rocking his hips up and breathing becoming a little heavier from the friction. This was wrong, he should not be getting so turned on from being tied up and watching this, not when he was facing the real threat of being killed soon.

For some reason, though, Karr couldn’t stop watching.

The blond seemed to know this. “Ready to give us your name yet, friend?” His eyes were heavy, voice a low growl, making the boy in front of him shiver as his warm breath washed over his skin. The psycho didn’t take his eyes off Karr, leaning down and sucking on the skin just below Hailin’s ear.

“No…”

That brought out a dark smile. “Good.” Gently he unwrapped himself from Hailin, making the younger moan a little as he let go of him. “That just means more fun.” He pushed Hailin down so that the boy was on his hands and knees, face to face with Karr and panting. Karr looked up at him, unable to look anywhere else, and swallowed hard, taking in the flushed cheeks, red hair falling around them. Then Karr arched hard with a moan as he felt a hand close over his own cock, straining and pulling at his bonds as his chest brushed Hailin’s, who moaned too, seemingly automatically leaning down to suck on Karr’s throat.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Night Elf?” Came the blond’s voice as he was gently stroked. Karr panted, forcing his eyes open as his legs slid wider apart automatically, trying so damned hard to ignore the shocks of pleasure. He couldn’t stop the moan of disappointment as the hand left him, even as he tried hard to stop himself bucking again. “Having Hailin over you like that, I mean.” As if on cue, Hailin changed the kisses to sucks, leaving a line of bruises over his collarbone and up his throat. “Probably makes you wish you weren’t tied up now, hmm?”

“Yes…” Karr swallowed, trying to draw in a breath. “You’re a bastard, blondie.”

“Indeed.” There was a chuckle. “How much of one, I’m afraid, will take a little while to show.” Hailin moaned against Karr’s skin, muttering something that made the man laugh.

Hands came over Hailin’s shoulders, pulling him off Karr, and he moaned as his legs were pushed a little wider.

“How much of a voyeur are you, Kal’Dorei?” The blond purred, and Karr knew the man was grinding against the younger from the expressions on his face. “You seem to like a show. I’m sure you wish you were in my position, hmm?” Hailin threw his head back and cried out as the blond moaned low, and Karr squirmed as he felt Hailin’s hands fist in the sheet beside his head. “By the Sunwell…he feels good.”

By Elune…he isn’t…

He was, and Karr knew it. He breathed in sharply, taking in the sounds the red-head was making, watching as his eyes squeezed shut and the blush deepened on his cheeks, pushing back eagerly against the Blood Elf behind him.

Different kinds of torture, indeed.

The blond let out a low moan as his eyes closed and he arched back, hands holding onto Hailin’s shoulders for balance as he rocked the boy forwards. “So tight…so warm…” He opened his eyes and looked down at Karr, lips parted as he panted. “Bet you’d give a lot to have him in you right now. He feels good like that too…” He broke off to a moan as Hailin pushed back, squirming slightly. Karr echoed it, eyes switching back to the red-head’s face. He was almost close enough to grind but not quite and the closeness of the others was driving him insane, hands twisting in the bonds, ache from the shoulders barely noticeable.

“You bastard.”

The blond tossed his head back and laughed, ending in a moan as he pushed Hailin forward again, the younger Blood Elf whimpering and murmuring as he shook, obviously not far off, and that just made Karr think of how good the blond must feel if he could work the other up so quickly-

Oh god. Bad thoughts. Karr heard a moan and realised it was him as his hips hitched up, unable to get the friction he craved. He closed his eyes but that just made it worse, the sounds becoming stronger, the minute touches against his over-sensitive skin becoming almost unbearable.

Karr felt as if he’d come from just being under them like this.

“I…I can see it, rogue, see that you want this…” The blond panted, and Karr opened his eyes again. “You want to feel this, don’t you?” His tanned skin was flushed, tongue running along his lower lip as he watched the Night Elf squirm. Karr realised that the other was probably enjoying this, sadistic bastard that he was. “You know how this feels, hmm?” Hailin cried out as blondie leant forward, hand sliding over his abs to his cock and stroking him at the same pace, hips pushing him forward into his hands. “The stories are right, aren’t they?”

“Screw you…” Karr half-moaned, breath hitching as Hailin slid a hand over his chest and pinched a nipple before supporting himself again.

“Maybe I will.” The blond picked up the pace then, dragging cries out of the redhead, and Karr’s breath hitched when he saw the blond’s face, green eyes narrowed and fixed on his own even as he came close to his own orgasm, breaths coming out harsh against Hailin’s shoulder.

Karr closed his eyes as Hailin tensed, jerked and arched back above him, warm wetness going over his stomach as he heard the older finish with a long, drawn-out moan. His breathing was heavy and he fought to get himself under control, forcing himself to think about what was actually happening here. He was tied up, at the total mercy of this…psycho who liked to play with knives and they wanted information out of him before they killed him.

Karr grit his teeth, refusing to open his eyes as he heard low murmuring in their language as the weight disappeared from him. The door didn’t open, so that meant that Hailin was still in here and the psycho was…

…What was the psycho doing now?

Karr jumped as he felt his legs taken hold of and pushed up and apart, opening his eyes with an in-drawn hiss despite himself and biting his tongue when he looked down to see the blond smirking wickedly up at him from between his legs.

“Enjoy the show?” His voice was heavy with the previous orgasm, lower and more accented. He leant forward and lazily ran his tongue over the base of Karr’s cock, making the Night Elf forget what he’d been trying to tell himself as he bucked and moaned, ropes creaking slightly.

“By Elune…”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” There was a light chuckle as the Sin’Dorei pushed himself up and looked down at him. “Heh. What a mess.” Looking up as if to make sure Karr was watching – which he was – the blond leant down, tongue snaking out to lick up the fluid streaked across Karr’s stomach, raising goosebumps as he went, making Karr hiss and squirm.

The rogue swallowed hard and let his head fall back, closing his eyes and trying to go through the ingredients to the trickier poisons and how he’d somehow feed them one at a time to the elf currently making him feel good for all the wrong reasons. “You’re probably used to that taste, eh?” He managed, swallowing and grinning slightly. “Yeah. That’s how they choose you Blood Knights, isn’t it? Who can su-uh!” He jack-knifed, squirming to get away from the psycho who had bitten down hard on his stomach, fingers clawing into his hips to hold him still. “Bastard! It’s true then?”

That earned him a snarl, and Karr couldn’t help the satisfied grin as the Sin’Dorei moved up his body, a hand burying in his hair and pulling his head back hard. He closed his eyes at that and let out a sharp breath.

“I don’t like your attitude, elf.” Came the low, dangerous purr in his ear. “I think that if I was in your position-”

“You’d love to be like this, wouldn’t you?” Karr cut in, feeling the man tense above him. Oh, this was going to hurt. “Oh your back and tied up , maybe with your little toy over you, mmm?” He took the chance and reached up, nipping the root of one long ear and being rewarded with a light shiver before the man tensed. “Or maybe me, now how ‘bout that.”

“-I really, really wouldn’t push my luck.” The blond finished as if Karr hadn’t interrupted, hand jerking his head back, away from the ear. Karr chuckled darkly at his victory, no matter how small it was. It meant the guy wasn’t totally untouchable. Then he felt a sharp point against his side and swallowed.

He’d forgotten about the knife.

The blond ground down hard, dragging an unwilling moan out of the Night Elf. “Just tell me your name, elf.” The honey tones of the other would have been soothing if it wasn’t for the grip in his hair.

“No-” Karr let out a louder moan as the point disappeared and a warm hand squeezed his hard cock again. “Gods! No…” He didn’t even know what he was denying now as the blond ground down again with a low moan, hand stroking him so slowly that it was nothing short of torture. “Please…”

“Begging, hmm?” The blond chuckled. “You’re actually really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Another squeeze. Karr couldn’t nod his head even if he wanted to. “Tied up and treated like the bitch. Is that what you are? Darnassus’ little pet?”

The words should have angered him, insulted him, but all Karr was doing was melting under the low voice and warm hands, the dirty words making him shiver. This man knew exactly what worked.

“Heh, I can tell you’re enjoying this.” The Sin’Dorei shifted, straddling his torso, and Karr could hear the slightly heavy breathing of Hailin from somewhere behind them, but he paid it no heed as he took in the elf stretched above him. “So you’re just the dog sent out for your masters, hmm?” The dark chuckle made him squirm slightly. Blond’s hand loosened in his hair and cupped the back of it instead, almost gently compared to how he’d gripped the hair before. “Be a good boy and tell me your name?”

They couldn’t do much with his name, could they? They wouldn’t even know if it was real. Right? Karr looked down, then flicked his eyes back up, flush deepening. He didn’t know why exactly but this…was…

…Ridiculously hot.

“Karr.” The name dropped from his lips before he’d really thought about it. He kicked himself mentally. Hadn’t even given a fake name. Stupid. But it didn’t matter…

“Karr.” The blond purred the name, trying it out. “Your name’s Karr, hmm?” He licked his lips, hand wrapping itself in the long purple locks. “Well, Karr, maybe you can show me just how good you are.” He pulled Karr’s head up and shifted forward, and Karr narrowed his eyes up at him.

“How do you know I won’t bite?”

For answer, the blond’s other hand came into view long enough for Karr to register the bone knife before he felt its edge pressed against the root of an ear. “Just a hunch.”

Karr growled, breathing still heavy before he leant in, lapping at the tip, tongue sliding over the head before he took it into his mouth. He did know how to do this, enjoyed it, and this Sin’Dorei was very…vocal in his appreciation of it. He knew the guy was getting a kick out of this, the way the knife kept a steady pressure on the side of his head as he worked him deeper, the sound of Hailin’s breathing as he watched his master going almost unnoticed and-

Damn, and he was getting a kick out of this too.

Karr almost moaned around the cock in his mouth as the blond’s hand tightened in his hair, looking up to see him drop his head, green eyes half-lidded and burning into his, that damned smirk still there. He half-growled, closing his eyes and suddenly swallowing the man down as far as the angle would allow him, rewarded with a sudden gasp and a long, drawn-out moan. A pattering of Thalassian fell from his lips as his hand loosened in Karr’s hair.

“Y-you’re good…” The blond managed, before bucking further into his mouth. Karr just smirked, swallowing until he was rewarded with the blond stiffening, a loud moan warning him to start swallowing as he came hard. “By the Sunwell, Karr…”

The knife moved, and Karr fell back, swallowing and squirming a little as the blond moved back, eyes widening as the man moved closer and pressed his lips to his. He froze as a tongue ran across his lips before he opened with a moan, returning the kiss as enthusiastically, hips bucking against him. He was so damn hard it hurt, and would probably answer any question asked of him if it meant release – which was probably the blond’s whole plan. Didn’t care – the Sin’Dorei was one hell of a good kisser.

“By Elune…” Karr moaned, looking up at the ceiling when they broke apart. The man frowned, hands on either side of his head, and dipped down, lapping at where the knife had been lying against his skin. Karr melted at the feel of his tongue, a light sting telling him the knife had slipped. “Wh-why?”

“I want to know everything.” Came the purring, contented answer. “If you’re good and tell me, I’ll happily finish you. If not, well…I have a lot of frustrations.” The feel of his breath against his skin made him shiver, the words making him arch slightly. “Hailin here is good, but as I said. I like my toys to have some bite.” Karr moaned again as he felt teeth close around a lobe and work up his ear.

“What’s your name?” Karr managed, grinning. “Need to know what to scream, eh?”

There was a chuckle. “Mmm. Victor.” The blond straightened, smirking down at him. “Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, care to tell me what you’re doing in Quel’Thalas?”

Karr squirmed. “If I do that, you’ll kill me.” He stated, hands clawing in their bonds. Something in Victor’s eyes lit up at that.

“Oh no.” He purred, grinding down on him so slowly that Karr writhed under him. “You’re too pretty to kill. Answer me and I’ll see to it you don’t.”

Karr settled, breathing heavily. Did it really matter? He’d be probably killed as soon as Darnassus found out he’d been captured. “Information and sabotage.” He gave up. “W-was ordered to gather information a-and take the Sanctum out of commission.”

“Hmph.” Victor smirked down at him. “Good boy.” He picked up the knife and cut one of his hands free, massaging feeling back into the hand. Karr watched him with wide eyes, breath hitching as the man gently sucked on the tip of one, watching him. “Who sent you?”

“Darnassus Sentinels. That’s all I know.” Karr swallowed. “I was ordered by one of them, I don’t know where the order came from.”

“Good boy.” Victor dropped the hand, and Karr immediately took the opportunity – not to try and escape, that didn’t even cross his mind – but to grab the man above him, wrap his hand in his hair and pull him down, sinking his teeth into his throat and feeling the shudder above him and the low, almost unheard moan. Karr wrapped his long legs around him and ground against him, dragging out another one.

“Please…” He moaned into the blond elf’s ear before sucking on the base, running his tongue over it. “Enough…”

Victor shivered, pushing him back with a smile, sure hands moving Karr’s legs back. He leant down and lapped the head of Karr’s cock, making the man buck and cry out. “Hailin?”

There was the sound of the boy moving, and quick conversation, and then Victor moved aside and Hailin took his place. Victor moved to the other side of the bed, watching the gasping, writhing Night Elf for a second before cutting the other hand free. Karr barely noticed being pushed into a sitting position, Victor sitting behind him to support and running his hands over his abs, sucking gently on his throat.

Karr buried his hands in Hailin’s hair, arching back against Victor as the boy worked him deeper. He couldn’t cry out, couldn’t move, couldn’t think he was so close. One arm came up and wrapped around the elf behind him as he shook, hand clenching in Hailin’s hair as he snapped back and came hard, a hoarse moan coming out from gritted teeth and barely feeling Hailin swallow around him as he sagged back bonelessly against Victor.

“Good boy.” By Elune that was going to get very annoying very quickly. Karr knew he should move – he was free, and he could escape – but he could only sit there, supported by the psychotic elf behind him as he caught his breath, feeling heavy and warm. Hailin was still sitting between his legs on the floor.

He was going to die now that they had all the information they needed.

“Is that everything, then?” Victor murmured quietly, pressing kisses along Karr’s throat, hands stroking over his skin gently, soothingly. “Nothing left out?”

Karr nodded, leaning his head back against Victor’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “You’re a bastard.” He stated.

“And you’re my bitch.” Victor replied, the feel of teeth so brief that Karr wasn’t sure he’d felt them. There was another brief conversation with Hailin and the younger elf stood gracefully and went over to the table, pulling his clothes back on. “One of these days I’ll get round to teaching him common.”

Karr smiled at that. “So what now? Am I going to be sent back in pieces to Darnassus to put the point across?”

“Oh, no.” Victor murmured as Hailin slipped out of the door with a wide smile. “It’s been a while since I had a slave. You’re too pretty to sell, you know too much and you’re too much fun for me to give to someone else.”

Karr swallowed. “You’re not seriously…are you?” He sat up, turning to look at him.

“Of course I am.” Victor raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you want to die?”

“Well…no, but-”

“Then stop it.” Victor smirked.

“But – what about – what about your superiors? I can’t see the Knights being too happy with you…” Karr shook his head, totally confused, and the fact Victor threw his head back and laughed just made it worse.

“Karr, I have no superiors, barring Lor himself and the head of the Order.” He smirked as Hailin came back in, pile of clothes in his hands. “Get dressed, Elf.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll need to tell the head of Silvermoon what you told me.”