Timeless: a Wranduin Story

Anduin thought he could forgive Wrathion anything; he thought for the time being he'd endure any humiliation or emotional torment, if only he'd kept that up.

It was every bit as good as he'd heard.

It was like the warmest, wettest kiss he'd ever got, and he didn't hold back at all from telling him how much he liked it. His hands remained forgotten in Wrathion's long hair, he was trying to watch, but it was too bloody dark; his entire life, he never knew this was what he'd been missing.

As for Wrathion, he was beginning to understand why Anduin had been eager to finish doing this when he was the one giving him head, it had got dreadfully dull after some time and his lips began to hurt where he'd pressed his teeth on them. He pulled the member out of his mouth long enough to ask, "Can I stop soon?"

"Yeah—" Anduin said , somehow short of breath; he nearly pressed Wrathion's head back down. "Yeah, please don't stop yet— I'm nearly—"

His voice came with virginal innocence.

At that, Wrathion regarded him in the dark with childlike curiosity;

"You're going to come? Already?"

It may have been blunt, but they'd been so far gone in arousal it didn't feel out of place. "Yeah," Anduin said simply, "Just nearly— so please, just a bit more—"

His hand actually came on Wrathion's cheek, blindly stroking, it was somehow tender for something so profane; but Wrathion was tired of doing this, he saw nothing endearing about being stroked on the cheek while made to resume this utterly dull task. At least he's nearly finished, he thought, and took him back in his mouth.

After some time, Anduin had got one hand on his on his own cock, his grip was elegant but strong; there was something forceful about it, the way he made Wrathion stroke him while still in his mouth; his head was tilted partway back and his eyes tightly shut, he muttered through clenched teeth,

"I'm gonna c—"

It was great relief to Wrathion, who was very glad to be done; he dreaded the conclusion which would follow, but wasn't prepared for it in the end. The sensation of the hot liquid streaming at the back of his throat was horrific.

It tasted even worse than it felt.

"Bloody hell, that's terrible," he muttered, he wiped at his tongue with both hands, but Anduin was lain with absolute contentment, his laugh came breathless and soft.

"Sorry," he said, his voice came like he was smiling, his thoughts still were swimming with the rush of what they had done.

"You owe me," Wrathion huffed, "next time, you have to finish me off."

"Yeah, don't worry, I will," came the reply, Anduin was absently fingering his spent cock, he said, "That was brilliant, that was so nice—"

By then Wrathion had stopped trying to wipe at his tongue; he was sat at Anduin's side, somehow irritated, because Anduin got to finish while he didn't. None of this was fair.

"I'm still going to stop them from making the Dragon Soul," he said, like he wanted some way to get back at him.

The words caught Anduin off guard, he slowly sat up, too out of sorts for this. "What?" he asked, "Wh— you can't just—"

"And I'm not okay with how you supported all that—"

"Supported all— are we really on about this again now— Wrathion, they're not going to make it straight away anyway— they want to test my abilities, and, I mean— who knows— what if I can't even do it— then they won't make the Dragon Soul—"

"That's too risky, it shouldn't even get to that point— anyway, I'm getting dressed."

Anduin watched in quiet discontentment while Wrathion tugged his blazer off the dimly-glowing crystal mound and then held it up like he was trying to figure out whose it was— he wondered why he was suddenly cold toward him again.

Wrathion tossed the blazer toward him, and Anduin silently began putting it on, confused about what he had done to make him upset— but now Wrathion was just back to talking about other things, like they hadn't just done all that intimate stuff.

"If we hurry, we can have a word with them before they leave," Wrathion said, now that the crystals were uncovered, the fluorescent glow returned to that part of the cave; it occurred to Anduin that he was on about the dragon aspects, like maybe he wanted to speak with Alexstrasza personally, about the dangers of the Dragon Soul.

"Well, wait up," he said, he wondered why it felt like he was being left out again.

--

The princes saw on their return to the main hall that Neltharion was no longer speaking with Malygos; Anduin noticed the blue aspect was nowhere in sight, and neither were Nozdormu or Kairoz. Neltharion was convening with Alexstrasza and Ysera, while Eranikus and Itharius were uselessly trying to round up their whelps.

"What's that in her mouth?" Itharius asked while holding one of them up; he was trying to get at something between the whelp's jaws, and Eranikus proceeded then to peer inside. Very carefully, he extracted a small, glowing crystal.

"They're eating the crystals now?" he asked; " Valithria, don't eat that. Where'd you get that? Brother, don't let her out of your sight."

Anduin noticed Krasus was stood at the queen's side while she spoke with Neltharion, she was absently stroking his naked shoulder like she knew he was bored and wanted to go home; it occurred to Anduin that now that Malygos wasn't there, he could speak with Neltharion about the portal.

His mind was still swimming with thoughts of what he and Wrathion had done; he felt somehow hurt his friend walked away from it so nonchalantly.

Now Wrathion was politely waiting for Alexstrasza to be finished with his father, Anduin could bloody swear Krasus was eyeing him like he knew, and he tried to get his mind off it; he wondered if the queen's consort would have a go at Wrathion if she'd said it was okay.

Don't think about that. Wrathion, himself, had said if he knew you'd have let him do that stuff, he wouldn't even have asked Krasus.

Except now he was acting like they'd done nothing at all.

Why am I even thinking about that? Anduin scolded himself mentally; There's much more important stuff I need to focus on. Who cares what Wrathion does...?

It felt like ages until finally Alexstrasza and Neltharion finished talking, and finally Anduin could approach the black aspect about the portal he saw in his lair; he found Wrathion's father was actually agreeable and understanding— but then again, he remembered that Wathion, himself, had been awfully charming and polite up until his betrayal.

Anduin described to Neltharion what he'd seen, but before Neltharion could reply, Ysera turned from where she'd been listening to the conversation between Alexstrasza and Wrathion; "What's that you say?" she asked with audible interest, she addressed Anduin directly the first time that day.

Anduin was taken a little by surprise; Ysera repeated the question, she asked him to describe the details of the portal exactly.

He began to relay to her what he'd seen, but before he'd even finished Ysera turned to the queen abruptly and nudged her on the arm.

"Sister," she said, "A word."

She got her hand on Anduin's shoulder gently and excused herself, then pulled Alexstrasza aside; Anduin regarded them with a mixture of confusion and some annoyance, he didn't like being left out. He could hear them speak in hushed tones, and picked up the words vision and dream and premonition.

Wrathion also appeared irritated, he wasn't finished speaking with Alexstrasza, and believed it was of utmost importance that he conveyed his thoughts on the Dragon Soul; ages seemed to have gone by before the sisters returned, Ysera got her hand on Anduin's back and said, "I should like to take you to Ashenvale."

"No!" Wrathion huffed, "Do you not see the danger all this will pose to Azeroth...!"

That was— if they intended to bring Anduin there, it meant they hoped to create the Dragon Soul, presumably with his skills to purify it.

Anduin's pulse went fast; what did this mean about what he saw? Was this what ultimately convinced them to let him go?

He didn't respond to the bit about Ashenvale, and insisted only on his question from before; "But what did it mean?" he asked, "Do you know what that portal was?"

"It wasn't a portal," Ysera said, "It was a vision, or a dream— maybe there was truth to Nozdormu's words."

Wrathion stared at Anduin like he'd betrayed him personally; "What portal?!" he sputtered.

--

"Ah, well, there you are, beloved," Murozond said to Kairoz; he had Nozdormu with him and held him in a way that would suggest captive, except that Nozdormu remained glued to the spot completely of his own free will.

His eyes were transfixed on Malygos, and what Kairoz was doing to him, Murozond grinned knowingly while stood at his side.

"You miss your little friend, don't you," he crooned, "I can see it in your eyes, you want him, too."

It was something Nozdormu couldn't deny; he remembered well, there were dirty things they used to do—

Kairoz had Malygos' robes hitched to his waist, he pressed him to the large boulder and had at him gracelessly from behind, completely without shame; Malygos' long, clawed fingers scraped at the rock for balance, his long hair whipped disheveled with impact, and his gaze remained directly on Nozdormu.

Not in the enchanting, manipulative sort of glance he might have employed, but something more ancient and primal; he said to him without words, come here.

Behind Malygos' shoulder, Kairoz regarded Nozdormu as well, he beckoned breathlessly to him, then whispered something in Malygos' ear that had him glance directly at Nozdormu; Murozond's black hair batted around him like a veil as he approached, he still had one arm on Nozdormu's back.

"Go on," he said, his hand was gentle but insistent on Nozdormu, he pressed him lightly forth— but Nozdormu kissed Malygos entirely on his own. It was tentative at first, something ancient he'd visibly missed, but after that it got him impatient.

They had at each other with stifled frustration, Malygos was breathless all the while, what with Kairoz fucking him like that; he got his hands weakly round Nozdormu's neck and then held on to him for balance.

Nozdormu never thought he'd have at him like this again.

"He was so sweet, wasn't he," Murozond whispered at his ear, "You remember, don't you? The things you used to do—"

"Yes—"

Nozdorm's voice came desperate, the words issued warm in the small space between them; "By the Titans, I've missed you so bad—"

Behind Malygos' shoulder, Kairoz's voice came knowing and low; "You wanna fuck him, too, don't you," he said to Nozdormu, "come here, beloved, he really feels very nice inside—"

(On to Chapter 11)

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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!