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Apart	By : TransientTemptation Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I normally don't write WoW fanfic but this was requested by some RL friends of mine for their characters and I liked how it turned out so I decided to post it here. I did change the names of their characters before posting though so if you happen to know toons with the same name it's not them...

Deceptively fiery orange eyes followed the movements of the night elves, humans, dwarves, and even those silly little gnomes as they went in and out of the city with varying levels of urgency. Some looked more downtrodden than others and a few were barely able to walk with the aide of their companions or pets. But they were all alive and that was more than he could say.

He was reclining in the branches of a tree, a habit he retained from when he was a hunter what seemed like ages ago. It was one of the few things he could remember entirely clearly. Most things from his life were still… fogged at best. His black and green detailed armor was dirty from his most recent fight in some mines not too terribly far off but that was fine by him. It just meant that the light filtering through the trees wouldn’t be reflecting off it.

“You seem incredibly mopey today,” a voice said to his right.

A quick flick of his practically glowing eyes and he saw one of his usual companions sitting there on the exceedingly long sword he’d previously stuck into the tree trunk since it wouldn’t fit well on his back currently. “Don’t sit on my sword, scoundrel,” his voice was chilly but only held the vaguest hint of being annoyed.

The human rogue rolled his eyes but didn’t remove himself from his perch on the Death Knight’s enchanted blade. “Well, you’re takin’ all the room on the branch, Dae,” he said gesturing to the branch that had been ripped apart not too far down from the other man’s perch from a recent storm. The fact there was enough room for the Death Knight to sit there comfortably at all was impressive.

“Is there some reason why you’re bothering me, scoundrel?” Daeomir, often shortened to Dae, asked turning the majority of his attention to the races streaming into the main city.

The rogue frowned. “I have a name ya know… it’s Talos. Ta-los. Not that hard.”

Daeomir sighed in a pained way. “Is there some reason why you’re bothering me, Ta-los?” he asked again.

Talos gave the hooded Death Knight a dull glare but let it slide. “This came for you. Figured you’d want to read it and since you never pick up your own mail I was so kind to get it and bring it to you,” he said holding out the scrap of parchment.

“And I’m sure you liberated any coins from the auction house as well,” Daeomir replied grabbing the letter and opening it. It only took a moment to read the familiar elegant scrawl before he tucked it away under his armor. “If that’s all… I suggest you leave me now.”

Talos sighed a bit. “I take it he’s been delayed again then,” the human guessed. “Don’t worry, Dae. He’ll be back before you know it.”

The Death Knight frowned as the human dropped down from his perch and promptly disappeared into shadows to go pick some unsuspecting fool’s pocket. Once he was sure Talos was gone Daeomir pulled the letter out and read it over again. This would make three weeks that his partner had been delayed from returning. Daeomir wished his lover would have let him go with him on this task of his but the still living Draenei had pointed out the area he was going was not one Daeomir enjoyed being in.

His mind wandered some as he stared at the familiar handwriting. He knew before his death he never would have looked twice at a Draenei. But trying to return to his own people… his old lover… he’d been unable to do so. That life was gone and his lover had found comfort in another’s arms. Daeomir couldn’t blame him. He had died after all. So, the Death Knight had made a point to stay away from most of the other Night Elves once he’d earned his place back into the alliance’s good graces.

He wandered for quite a while doing odd jobs simply to keep himself entertained and well armed. And then he’d stumbled across the Draenei on the boat out of Booty Bay. Foirin had been rather busy mourning the loss of his wife -or rather, the anniversary of it- with the comfort of a bottle and he’d needed as much comfort as Daeomir had. That night had been full of rough desperate sex with more than a little alcohol to ease things along and when the morning came neither male was particularly eager to leave a place they’d found comfort.

So, Daeomir had dropped his endless and rather pointless wandering and began aiding Foirin with his tasks and missions and whatever other endeavors struck his fancy. He’d even attempted to help his lover collect stupid plants from that accursed desert.

Daeomir blinked some as he realized the parchment he’d been staring at was now completely frozen. He sighed some at how he’d lost control and quickly let the ice melt away which it slowly did.

Daeomir got to his feet and tucked the still chilly but no longer frozen parchment away in his armor before pulling his sword free of the tree and dropping down. Since Foirin wasn’t to be coming back soon he’d might as well stop looking for him in the crowd. The Night Elf Death Knight turned on heel and silently made his way into the forest. He didn’t like staying in cities. Never really had as far as he could remember. So he’d made a point to create a camp in a nearby cave that was too small for beasts and monsters to want to use and too secluded for a traveler to find. But he’d made sure to tell Foirin where it was before he’d left so that the Draenei would know where to find him.

It didn’t take long for the day to wither away to night and Daeomir sat against the wall of the cave and stared at the fire. He didn’t feel right without the Foirin around. Like he’d died all over again. It was stupid and he felt like cracking his head against a rock for being so sappy and sentimental but it was true. The ice he wielded mercilessly on the battlefield threatened to consume him at all times and only Foirin seemed to melt it away and make him feel alive again.

Daeomir moved automatically to keep the fire burning and provide for himself but in truth his thoughts and attention were entirely elsewhere. He merely existed; killing off anything that got too close without much attention and wishing that the damnable Draenei lover of his would hurry his tailed arse back soon so Daeomir could stop worrying over him. And he was worried, much to his own annoyance. It wasn’t like Foirin to be late. Perpetually early tended to be more his style.

The Death Knight eventually lost himself so deeply to his own thoughts he didn’t notice the fire die out or the time passing by. His fiery eyes were distant as they stared at the charcoal in the fire ring. What if Foirin had found himself a more satisfying lover? A living emotion-filled talkative little female Draenei? He tried to push the paranoia back but he couldn’t help it. They’d met when Foirin had been drinking to hide the pain of loss for his wife. Eventually Daeomir knew the novelty of having a male would fade off along with the grief and he’d move onto what he really wanted.

Or what if he’d died? Horror built in Daeomir’s chest as that thought stuck and started to build. Foirin was all he had left. He couldn’t lose him too! Pain flickered past his eyes for a moment before fading away as he tried to push the thoughts back. It didn’t work and soon he felt himself on the verge of tears. He was an emotional wreck and only Foirin seemed to bring him back to his senses. But he wasn’t here and he was quickly spiraling as he sat there in his cave without moving.

That was how Foirin found him several days later. Sitting in the same spot, staring at the dead fire with ice clinging to him and the rock around him. “Daeomir…” he sighed, hating that his unexpected delays had caused his unstable lover to spiral. He quickly knelt down in front of the elf and pushed the hood back to see his love’s pale blue –almost white- face. His heart broke at the sight of icy paths down his cheeks. He’d cried at some point. Daeomir never cried. “Daeomir,” he called brushing the elf’s knotted silver hair back, trying to get the Death Knight’s attention back in the real world.

Slowly Daeomir blinked and focused on Foirin’s face. “Foirin?”

Foirin smiled some and continued to brush Daeomir’s hair back. “Yes, Daeomir, it’s me,” he said as the sharpness slowly returned to those fiery orange orbs. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself,” Foirin said with a slight frown.

Daeomir blinked again and suddenly seemed aware of how long he’d been sitting there. It was so easy for the dead to wait an extraordinary amount of time without noticing. “I didn’t mean to,” he said before suddenly moving. Foirin gave a slight cry of surprise at the suddenness of it and found himself pinned beneath the smaller male.

Ice formed thick around Foirin’s hands and wrists, pinning him down so that Daeomir could still use his hands. The elf knelt close to the Draenei. “Three weeks, Foirin,” he said, voice taking on a dangerous edge. “Three weeks late with only a few notes…”

“It was unavoidable,” Foirin replied as calmly as he could; though the ice around his hands was making his whole arm slowly turn numb. “I tried to get back sooner but couldn’t.”

Daeomir frowned some and his nimble fingers quickly started undoing the straps of the golden and silver armor his larger lover wore. In a matter of a few moments, the Draenei was bare and Daeomir was carefully examining every inch of his dark blue skin for any sign of damage. “Daeomir… I am fine.” This received a dark glare and the Draenei promptly shut up. It was often best to let his lover be when in a mood such as this.

Once Daeomir was satisfied that Foirin was unhurt he started lavishing attention on him. Kissing and stroking the firm muscles of the Draenei’s chest and abdomen with single-minded intensity. Foirin groaned, “Unfreeze my hands and I’ll prove I’m fine.”

“Silence,” Daeomir snapped before continuing with what he was doing. Slowly, he worked his lips and hands up from Foirin’s chest to kiss his long missing lover hard on the mouth, his hands tangling in dark -almost black- green hair. Foirin instantly kissed back, letting his skilled tongue do the apologizing since Daeomir clearly didn’t want to hear any words about it.

The elf pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes with his lover. “You’re in big trouble…” he muttered, making the Draenei shiver in anticipation. Foirin murmured an apology that went ignored as Daeomir started slowly kissing and caressing and even licking his way back down the sculpted body beneath him. Foirin closed his eyes and tried to not moan in anticipation as the elf worked his way lower and lower.

Daeomir settled between Foirin’s powerful thighs and gave his large cock a long lick from base to tip. Foirin did groan at that, already fighting the urge to squirm and lift his hips. It really had been too long of a delay for both of them. The talented elven tongue darted out and gave his length another slow lick before Daeomir opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole. Foirin gasped but it quickly turned into a groan as the elf started taking him deep into his throat until he couldn’t take any more.

“Dae!” Foirin gasped as the elf sucked and bobbed, lavishing him in attention. The Death Knight’s sharp tongue was precise and more than a little skilled as well and it wasn’t too terribly long before Foirin felt his orgasm approaching. Daeomir knew Foirin was getting close by how thick his length swelled and quickly started sucking harder, using his hand to stroke the amount that he couldn’t fit into his mouth as well as fondle his balls.

Foirin cried out and arched upwards as he came. Daeomir swallowed what he could but it was still too much and he choked a bit as he quickly pulled away. He moved to sit on Foirin’s abdomen, licking the cum that had escaped off his lips but not particularly caring that there were remains of it elsewhere on his face. “So quick, Foirin… shall I take that to mean you missed me?” he asked as he started slowly removing his own armor.

“Yes, I did miss you, Daeomir… but not because of how well you do that…” Foirin said as he watched his lover slowly disrobe.

One pale eyebrow rose at that. “Oh?” he asked slowly showing more and more pale skin to his lover. “And what did you miss?”

“I missed everything about you,” Foirin replied. “Your intelligence, your beauty, your company, even the sense of humor people don’t think you have. I missed all of you, Daeomir.”

Daeomir tilted his head to the side as he considered that before getting up to shed the last of his clothes and armor. “Do you love me, Foirin?” he asked sitting back down on the larger male now that he was free of his coverings.

“Yes,” Foirin said. “More than I thought possible.”

Orange eyes softened some as the Death Knight leaned forward. “Never leave me behind again, Foirin. I thought terrible things while you were gone,” he murmured as he let his slender fingers play with the thick tendrils that hung down from Foirin’s face. The Draenei nodded some in agreement. Daeomir wasn’t the only one who had been miserable while they were apart. “Good,” Daeomir said straightening and moving to sit on Foirin’s thighs.

A moment of skilled stroking and a few flicks of an elven tongue and Foirin was groaning in renewed arousal. “Daeomir…” The elf moved some and before Foirin could protest impaled his unprepared body on Foirin’s length. He screamed a bit in pain at the huge cock piercing him even as Foirin cried out in pleasure at how tight the elf was. It took every bit of discipline the Draenei possessed to not thrust up into Daeomir’s body. “Masochist…” he growled, knowing that action had definitely caused the Death Knight to tear and bleed. He could already feel the warmth of his blood acting as the lubricant they’d gone without.

Daeomir ignored his lover and started lifting himself up and then impaling himself again, bringing fresh pain and a bit of pleasure as he adjusted. Foirin groaned and soon couldn’t help but thrust up into his lover as the elf rode him. Daeomir mewled a bit as the pain continued to fade and turn to pure pleasure. Daeomir ran his hands over Foirin’s chest and abdomen as he rode the Draenei hard and fast.

Foirin was far larger than anything Daeomir had in the past and his length rubbed against his prostate with absolutely no effort. It didn’t take the Death Knight long at all to feel his orgasm start to tighten his body, making his ride even more pleasurable as his body squeezed Foirin’s cock tight. Foirin groaned and sped up his thrusts, which Daeomir met without hesitation. They’d been parted far too long to care about something as trivial as a little pain especially when it came with such amazing pleasure.

Their bodies continued to slam together as Daeomir lowered a hand and started stroking himself roughly, bringing him even closer. Only a moment later he screamed in pleasure as he spilled his release over his hand and Foirin’s abdomen. His body tightened even more around the cock deep inside of him and Foirin came soon after, crying out Daeomir’s name in pleasure. Daeomir whimpered slightly as his body was filled to the brim with his lover’s cum. The release stung some at the damage the Death Knight had caused himself but he didn’t care.

Daeomir panted for air as Foirin gave him a slight glare of disapproval. “I wish you’d have prepared yourself, Daeomir. You know I don’t like hurting you.”

Daeomir raised a pale eyebrow and let the ice melt away from his lover’s hands. The icy limbs instantly grabbed his hips and they were flipped over. “You’ve been away too long for gentle. Fuck me hard tonight… tomorrow you can make love to me in that sweet way you have,” Daeomir ordered as he managed to pull away from the Draenei and roll over onto his hands and knees, offering his abused backside to his partner.

Foirin groaned at the sight of his lover submitting with his body and yet at the same time giving the orders. His confidence was so incredibly sexy. And so, he had to admit, was seeing the elf with his cum dripping down those pale thighs. Although, Foirin could have lived without the pink of blood mixed in. “You’re going to be the death of me, Dae…”

“Not tonight I hope,” Daeomir replied, spreading his legs a bit wider.

Foirin closed his eyes and tried hard to keep his composure. “Damn elf…” he muttered as he lost the battle and grabbed Daeomir’s hips. Daeomir cried out as Foirin pushed his cock back in hard. Doing what his lover asked, Foirin didn’t give much chance to adjust before starting to pound into him.

“Yes! Just like that!” Daeomir moaned as he pushed back against the hard thrusts. Foirin growled a bit and let his discipline go despite his better judgment and used his utmost strength to go harder and faster than he usually did. “Foirin!” Daeomir mewled as their bodies slammed together.

Foirin threw his head back in pleasure as he let himself go and ravished the elf under him. Daeomir screamed and moaned as he got steadily closer to another orgasm. Foirin took note as his lover grew tighter around him again and lowered a large calloused hand to give the elf a few rough strokes.

Daeomir mewled in pleasure; his nails clawing at the cave floor and with a few more skilled moves from the Draenei came hard. He cried out loudly as pleasure washed over him and made his whole body quake with the force. Foirin growled at the increase in his own pleasure and gave a few last brutal thrusts before climaxing again, filling his lover with even more of his cum.

The elf moaned and nearly collapsed but Foirin was already moving to pull him into his arms as he sat back. “Satisfied?” he asked softly as he took up a discarded shirt and wiped the semen from Daeomir’s chin and cheeks. Daeomir let his eyes close and nodded as he rested his body against Foirin’s much larger one. Foirin grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped them in it as he cradled his lover’s heavily used body. “I thought I was the one getting punished?” he asked after several minutes.

Daeomir opened his eyes some and gave the Draenei a dry look. “Who do you think has to be waiting on me hand and foot tomorrow while I’m crippled in bed?” he asked curiously. “That’s your punishment. This was all for my pleasure.”

Foirin couldn’t help but smile some. “Ah, I see. My mistake.”
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