Varian x Arthas

When Arthas told Jaina of what he and Varian had done, she was all ears; she'd always suspected there were intimate things between them, and Calia had said she must certainly be right, Arthas grinned pleasantly on realizing here was the way to have Jaina's attention without doubt.

"Hold up," She had said, Arthas was visiting her dorm at Dalaran and they had her room to themselves; she turned most of the way at her desk chair to where he was lain on her bed with the holy scripture he'd been reading, she could see the corners of his mouth inch up in a smile.

Arthas proceeded to roll his scripture neatly into a scroll and then placed it at the side of the bed, and instead got both hands patiently in his lap— like he had no idea where this was going. "Yes?" he asked with feigned innocence.

Pure and holy through and through.

"Come off it," Jaina laughed, she now turned as to face him directly; "So— you and Varian...?"

"Varian and I...?"

"You and Varian... you know...?"

"I haven't the slightest what you're on about."

He just barely dodged the pillow that came flying at him; "Come on," Jaina chuckled, "You know what I'm asking."

"What you're asking?" Arthas cocked his head with mock curiosity; "What would that be?"

"You utter prat."

They both were laughing by then, Jaina got him pinned on her bed and was trying to get him to talk; "I'm completely clueless, I swear!" Arthas said; he squirmed under her roaming hands while she tried to tickle him, "I have no idea what you want to know about me and Varian. My best friend, Varian. My old chum, Varian. Whom I may or may not have snogged once or twice—"

Jaina gripped him breathlessly; "I knew it!" She cried, "Calia said you lot did stuff—"

"Calia said so? I don't remember her ever seeing us at it..."

"So it's true?" Jaina asked, her face had lit up like she were a child on Winter Veil morning; she could tell Arthas was loving the hell out of this.

He grinned toothily and got both arms behind his head; "Maybe," he said, he ought to have known she'd be so into this.

"Was it just snogging then?"

"Getting awfully personal, aren't we?"

"I'm your girlfriend, getting personal is just one of many perks I get."

"Reckon it is, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"Well, I suppose if that's the case..."

"Then you have to tell me."

"...then I have to tell you."

"Yes, yes you do."

"About the dirty things I did with Varian."

"Oh my Light."

"On the arena floor at the end of a match."

"Oh my Light."

"Last Tuesday after training."

For several seconds, Jaina merely stared with uninterrupted interest; "You're having a laugh," she said, "you're just making this up to get me going."

Arthas grinned affectionately, just a tiny bit shy; she could tell by the way he met her gaze he was being honest.

"Holy Light," she said incredulously; "you guys really did, didn't you? You're really not making this up—"

He gave a fond little laugh and absently brushed her hip where she still was straddled over him, there was just the faintest hint of a flush on his face; Jaina thought she absolutely loved him in that moment.

She couldn't help kissing him, he was terribly cute, she drew back and asked, "So was that your first time?"

At that, Arthas huffed with so much sarcasm that even she was surprised; "First time?" he scoffed, "Light, you want the first time, that was years ago..."

He loved the way she stared at him, like clearly here was a regular fantasy she thought was too hot to be true; by then, he was almost certain she wanted to have him, he quite liked the attention and let her disrobe him gradually, while he whispered at her ear about the first time he and Varian kissed.

It had been years before then, when they still were in their teens, after the first time Jaina had almost managed to kiss Arthas; both boys had been awfully curious, and to Arthas kissing Varian was about a hundred times less intimidating than kissing Jaina.

"All right," Varian had said; he'd put aside the documents he'd been working on and rose from his seat, then got one arm amicably round Arthas' back and leaned in to take his lips like it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Oi," Arthas sputtered, it felt more like a surprise move in combat, something Varian would do when Arthas' guard was down; and, as in combat, Varian didn't let him off easy, he seized his mouth with unmistakable purpose and didn't release him till he'd made very clear that he'd won.

It dawned on them slowly that they'd liked it; they'd realized also that it didn't feel so different from their various struggles at the arena, by then they knew each other's bodies very well.

For some moments, they regarded each other in silence like they tried to decide what they thought, and then without preamble they went at it again; this time it issued with much greater intent, Arthas' hands came on Varian's face and he kissed him with just as much fervor.

He'd always wanted to do this, he realized now.

Already in his teens Varian had the form of a titan, he'd trained tirelessly with his sword while Arthas had spent his mornings at the Cathedral of Light, and the raw power of him was nearly tangible; Arthas' hands trailed over his chest with adoration he never tried to conceal, there were no secrets between them, Varian always had been his own.

"You're stunning," his voice came hoarse on Varian's mouth; "Look at you, I wish I looked this good—"

"Hey," Varian said with a breathy laugh; "Don't say that, you've gotten really toned."

He felt impulsively inclined to defend his best friend at the smallest hint of deprecation.

"Just there," he murmured while his hand slid beneath Arthas' shirt, the words came unnaturally gentle; there had been a knowing warmth to Arthas' presence, like he walked ever within the immaterial glow of the Light, which felt welcoming and sweet to the touch.

Arthas smiled despite himself, bashful with pleasure at Varian's praise; "Rubbish," he said softly, his eyes glittered with immeasurable fondness. Since boyhood he'd taken Varian's opinions as absolute truth, and in particular where combat was concerned— so a compliment like this had meant the world; "Reckon I should spend more time with you at the arena," he murmured, by then they both tugged impatiently at his clothes.

Varian's entire face brightened on hearing this; "Yeah?" he asked, and Arthas wondered how someone's entire sex appeal could resound so powerfully in only one word.

"Have waited ages to hear you say that," Varian grinned; "No one knows the feel of my sword quite so well as you."

(On to Chapter 3)

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A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Varian/Arthas, Wrathion/Anduin, or Illidan/Kael'thas (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! ^^