Tarren Mills is under attack!

AN: Sorry, sorry. It’s been a long time since my last update. Hopefully I can keep this story interesting for me to keep updating.

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A gentle touch across his palm woke him immediately, opening his eyes slowly, recognizing the fingertip contact as Kasteus’. Making a small discomforted noise as he rolled off his side onto his back to look up at the Draenei more clearly, the other man stilled him from moving around. “You’re still hurt. Stop moving,” he said sternly.

Arcelare narrowed his eyes, putting a hand over the tender flesh of his nearly-healed wounds from last night’s incident. Sighing tiredly, he closed his eyes and took the moment to relax, thinking about nothing other than his time with his friend and lover. “I’m fine… Believe it or not, I’ve taken far worse damage and got up a second later.”

Kasteus glared a little, increasing his grip on Arcelare slightly, “That’s because you always had a professional healer. I, for one, am not a professional healer… So stay still, I’m nearly done.” With that said, Kasteus flicked his eyes from Arcelare’s face to his naked torso where there were still red blemishes from the dagger cuts. He touched the Night Elf’s hot skin with his fingertips, the purposefully feather-light touch making the warrior shiver. His hand glows slightly as his healing spell weaved across Arcelare’s skin, mending the bruises and cuts on his chest. The light spread to Arcelare’s arms and down his legs, Kasteus’ hand lovingly caressing Arcelare’s body as he does this. “Feel better?”

Arcelare had closed his eyes in relaxation when the warmth of the holy light knitted across his body, further diminishing his wounds. He opened his eyes a crack to look up at Kasteus once more, a sly grin stretching across his face as he wraps his fingers behind Kasteus’ neck to pull him down closer, “Maybe I should thank you properly,” he says against the Draenei’s lips, flicking his tongue out slightly to lick Kasteus’ chin. Kasteus chuckled lightly, rubbing his forehead on Arcelare’s cheek lovingly, leaning over the smaller man to hold him. “I would absolutely love to do that. But we have other issues at hand,” he whispered calmly.

Arcelare sighed slightly in frustration, but being held so closely by Kasteus dulled his anger. He wrapped both his arms around Kasteus and the other relaxed even more on top of him. The Night Elf played with the paladin’s soft hair pulled up in a ponytail, “I guess you’re right,” he said against warm skin. He laughed, “As usual.”

Kasteus petted Arcelare’s hair like one would a dog, and he sat up, smiling down at the elf. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Today, at least,” he said playfully, rubbing his hand over Arcelare’s body from his taunt chest muscles down to his stiff abs. “Unless you behave with the Blood Elf, I might give you another chance tonight.”

Arcelare made a short ‘pfff’ and smiled teasingly up at the Draenei, propping himself up on his elbows, “What makes you think I won’t just take my chance right now?”

This time Kasteus snickered, “Rape me? I’d like to see you try, I’m nearly double your size, cup cake, I have very high doubts that you could--”

Arcelare leaped at the Draenei. Kasteus was taken quite off-guard and fell with the momentum of the heavy Night Elf. They bounced once on the bed, but fell off the mattress to the floor, the paladin uttering an uncomfortable huff on impact with the hardwood floor. Arcelare gripped his hair with one hand and tenderly cupped his face with the other, straddling Kasteus with naked legs. He quickly leaned down before the Draenei had the chance to slap him away. The warrior kissed the other man furiously, making a small noise in delight at the warm lips. He pushed down with an arm on Kasteus when the bigger male started to struggle to get his arms up and strangle Arcelare.

“Mmf-Archhelar…!” snarled Kasteus in the kiss and grabbed the warrior by his shoulders and with great strain unclamped the Night Elf from his chest. “What the HELL are you doing?” he growled at Arcelare.

“I love you, you know,” Arcelare raised an eyebrow, stopping his struggling in Kasteus’ tight hold. “I’m just tryin’ to make it up to you and sorry if I’m not into that romantic shit,” his stare turned into a slight glare.

“You don’t need to be romantic with me,” sighed Kasteus and loosened his bone-crunching fists on Arcelare’s arms. “We’re busy, remember? I don’t know how you can operate like you do while on a job.”

“Because I don’t let my ‘jobs’ get in the way of my life?” the other retorted with a small shrug.

Kasteus only sighed again and shook his head, gently taking Arcelare with him as he sat up. He pushed Arcelare back onto the bed in a seated position and stood up tall, looking down at the curious Kal’dorei. “I… only want to see you happy. I love you too,” he glowered at the phrase, not use to saying it or use to acknowledging that he had feelings for his friend. “And I’m sorry,” he added. After all, Arcelare and a multitude of other males wasn’t that in touch with his feelings as Kasteus was, so the only way he knew how to say thank you was with a kiss and a fuck. Maybe he could try and teach Arcelare how to say thank you properly. Not that having the Kal’dorei all over him was a bad thing, though.

“Whatever. I guess you’re right,” replied the warrior with a tiny smile.

“Tonight,” Kasteus said with an equally tiny nod and a finger brush up Arcelare’s jaw playfully.

Arcelare grinned mischievously and gently took the big blue hand and licked the tip of a finger.

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Donelzane was laying awake silently, curled up in the warm blankets made of what felt like wool and fleece, either way they were a simple comfort to his distress. He closed his eyes and sighed, but then winced in pain as his bruised ribs moved with his breath. He put a small hand on his side and gently lulled the pain away with a healing spell. This time he sighed in slight reassurance as the sharp pains started to leave his body.

“Aye, ye lil’ elf, ‘ere ya go, lad,” said a husky woman’s voice. He recognized it as the kind dwarf woman who worked as a maid for the inn, earlier she brought him a drink and a piece of leftover bread. And she had also brought with her the thick blanket he was currently hiding under. And this time, she brought with her a set of clothes.

He sat up stiffly and groaned a little as his rigid muscles pulled in his effort. But he offered a warm smile at the grinning woman who stood no taller than three feet tall with frizzy braided red hair. Donelzane held the blankets around his still naked body tightly as he reached out for the grey clothes. The dwarf woman snickered at his shyness and patted his knee under the blankets in comfort before she turned around and left, locking the door behind her as usual.

She was the one who had moved him into this new room last night. The one where everything happened with Artris was all bloodied and broken, so he was moved into a free room. He hadn’t seen either of his captors since they left together. He was hoping they had just left, he didn’t want to go with them…wherever they were headed. But he was still held incarcerated.

The priest looked down at the clothes she had brought him and saw that it was a simple set of grey woollen clothes that looked like they would be a snug fit, even for his slim form. They were probably sown for a female. It made him flush a little that he would wear a girl’s clothes, but after that he didn’t feel any shame since they were much, much better than his previously ripped, bloody, and soiled robes.
He missed his home in Silvermoon. He missed his friends from the Academy. He missed his People, and his family, and the forest and everything he loved! Why did he go to Hillsbrad? Why did he leave Quel’thalas? Why was this happening to him? Why couldn’t someone else have been taken?!

He stood up and let the beige blankets fall back onto the bed off his naked body. He lifted up the pants and guessed, female or not, they would be long on his short legs. But the soft warmth on his fingers once again made him glad that he had new clothes.

Donelzane slipped into the wool shirt and pants, and after taking a few minutes to slowly pick at his hair until some of the grime was out of it, his fingers brushed the blonde tresses for a few more minutes, all the while trying not to concentrate on where he was and who he was being escorted by.

A long sigh escaped his lips as he slouched after he was done with his hair, and flopped sideways to lay on the bed. He closed his eyes and almost immediately started getting tired again, even though the sun was up and shining golden into his bedroom. He turned away from the window and curled up, wrapping the blankets around him once more. He growled in frustration at the thought that he would have to wait for someone to get him. He had neither the grace or stealth of a rogue to escape without notice, and even if he could escape, there was bound to be people to follow him on horses.

But Artris said he would come back. With people. Donelzane took one glance towards the window and saw it wasn’t very far into the day, the sun had come up not too long ago. But, they were already here longer than he first thought. Maybe the two Alliance really had left him. Surely it wouldn’t take an army to get to him in this small town… He closed his eyes and hoped against hope he’d be rescued within a few hours if not less.

He had to trust Artris. “He seemed reliable. F-For a rogue,” he mumbled to himself, and made a small chuckle. “He’ll come back. I hope he’s okay.” Maybe Artris died from his wounds. Maybe the people coming for him got lost, or where overwhelmed. Maybe there wasn’t even anyone coming for him, and that Artris put false hope in his heart to make his death less miserable. Maybe--

“Shut up… He’ll come,” he growled to himself. Artris was fine when he left.

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But miles and miles away towards the border between Wetlands and Arathi Highlands, laid mentioned rogue, in a puddle, on the brink of weeping. “Why…? Why…? Why, dammit?!” he screamed, and quickly shut up in case he attracted anyone. Why, indeed? He didn’t even know what he was whining about. But… Why him? Artris rolled up his sleeve and dipped his cold hand into the freezing puddle, washing off his arm from his blood and a little that splashed on him from the elf warrior. He was shivering terribly, wet, dirty and in a swamp. “N-N-Neph bet-t-ter be here soon…,” he quivered, shaking his hand and putting both under his armpits to warm them. He stood from his crouched position and looked up and down the main path that travelled through the marshy Wetlands. No Neph. He sighed, and commenced shivering in a ball, hiding behind a large damp tree surrounded by bushes.

“Where in Fel is he….? I hope he dies in a fire… No wait, that’s too good for that b-bastard. I hope he dies in a freezing lake! I deserve to die in a fire! ….S-So cold…. NEPH!!!”

Cricket chirp. Frog croak. Silence. He sighed once more, and sniffed as he started getting a runny nose. “If I die from a cold… I’ll… I’ll…,” but nothing clever came to mind, so he leaned against the tree and kept an eye on the path. Don’s counting on him to come back with people by morning. Well, it was past dawn, he could see the sky was bright and beyond the mists was the sun, blotted out. Thinking of how warm it was to be in the sun, he shivered again at being reminded of how damn cold it was.

He held his wine-colored cloak around him tighter and pulled up the hood to cover his head. It wasn’t much warmer, but it beat being soaked by the mist. Be patient, he told himself. Neph would come.

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Arcelare burst into the Sin’dorei’s room, followed by his huge companion. The Night Elf was grinning when he saw the priest was still obediently in his room without causing trouble. But he did notice the untouched food sitting on the table near the priest. He marched over to the pale elf and sat down on the soft bed, leaning close to him and grabbing the slice of bread left over and biting it.

“S’not poisoned,” he mentioned, holding the food in front of the priest who’s eyes were cast away from Arcelare to the ground. He brushed some tangled hair over the long elven ear and kissed the priest’s temple. He saw the other squirm and blush, tenderly taking the bitten bread from Arcelare. The warrior watched as the priest started to slowly eat the food.

Kasteus came up and pushed Arcelare over so he could sit down on the bed too, sighing with his deep voice. Arcelare leaned against the Draenei contently, copying the paladin’s sigh. They were both tired from a lack of sleep last night. Arcelare smirked when he thought the elf’s sleep wasn’t much better and wrapped a hand around the small shoulder to pull the priest to his side.

The small Blood elf didn’t struggle, still eating his bread lightly, he even leaned his head on Arcelare’s shoulder.

Arcelare looked up at Kasteus and kissed his cheek, “You think we have enough time for a bath?”

Kasteus leaned his cheek on top of Arcelare’s head and thought about it. “The boat comes every two days and ours leaves in two and a half hours. Cutting it pretty short, elf,” he replied.

Arcelare stood up, and whined, “We’ll be in and out in twenty minutes!”

Kasteus stood up also and started to walk to the bathroom, “Well. If you’re so desperate to see me naked, I’ll start it up. But, twenty minutes.”

Arcelare smirked and sat back down beside the Sin’dorei who had finished his small meal. He nuzzled his face against the elf’s neck affectionately, noticing he smelt like sweat and dirt. The priest did need a bath. “Listen, priest, I’ll show you a thing or two to pleasure your partner, in a few minutes once Kasteus finishes.”

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Donelzane bit his lip, listening to the smooth tone of the Night elf, trying to imagine the words he was saying in Common. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be so close to the warrior, his tormentor… But there was an irresistible charm about the other that was attracting. He was so warm without his armor on, he looked less threatening, and even gentler. He frowned though, this was the man who’s nearly killed Artris!

The warrior blabbed on and on in a quiet voice, obviously trying to make some small talk. But it went unanswered. Not long after did the Draenei reappear, half-naked, from the bathroom. The warrior stood up and grabbed Donelzane’s hand gently, pulling him to his feet and leading him towards the Draenei. The three of them went into the bathroom, which wasn’t huge, but wasn’t small. Inside was a filled circular tub made of wood, like a barrel, but way bigger, and not as barrel-y. This tub was filled with steaming water, and Donelzane barely concealed his excitement to get clean.

He watched the Night elf slip off his black shirt, revealing a map of scars on his back. It looked like whip-marks but to Donelzane they could be anything. He was a warrior after all, they were built to take damage. The Draenei finished undressing, taking off his pants and underwear. Donelzane blushed and turned his head, taking his eyes off the two Alliance.

His chin was directed back to the scene by so-called Arcelare who was smiling. He said something in his smooth voice, tugging on the collar of the priest’s shirt. Don blushed again, stepping away, not wanting to get naked in front of these two. But the warrior advanced on him and took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head before Donelzane could fully defend himself. He was left without a top, his pale skin covered in scabs and traces of grime. He blushed farther, crossing his arms to cover himself.

The Draenei stepped into the tub that could easily fit the three of them, and settled down in the hot water. Arcelare followed him, dragging behind him Donelzane. The Kal’dorei stepped into the water beside his paladin, settling down also. He ushered the Blood elf to follow him, and with not a lot of choice Don did so. He immediately felt relieved at the hot water on his skin.

The next few moments he tried occupying himself by scrubbing himself off, using the small sliver of soap on the rim of the bathtub. He could hear the two Alliance being… well themselves, sounds of smooching and disturbed water were heard. Donelzane felt uneasy at the show of affection between the two and tried to clean his hair and skin faster so he could leave the two alone. But sadly that wasn’t going to happen, because Arcelare turned to him with a sly grin and pulled him closer so the priest was sitting beside the two.

He heard the Night elf mutter something in that seductive tone of his, grinning as he moved to sit in the paladin’s lap, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. Donelzane felt his face start to heat up and not because of the water, and he averted his eyes.

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Neph and Teratore rode alone down the road towards Arathi Highlands. The wall that separated Hillsbrad and Arathi was in sight now through the morning mist.

“There it is,” said Neph, slapping the reins of his hawk strider and the mount started out into a sprint.

The tauren did so too and his kodo followed.

It didn’t take as long to pass through Arathi on their rides, whereas Artris chose to skulk, so it was in no time Neph and Teratore spotted the ruined old bridge leading from Arathi to the Wetlands.

“You think Artris is okay?” asked Neph, slowing his hawk strider to a gentle stride along the potholes and cracks of the bridge. The massive kodo did also, grunting and panting as he manoeuvred through the dislodged blocks.

“He’s probably fine, I wouldn’t worry about him. I’d worry about who we’re saving,” replied Teratore.

Neph sighed, trying to think about the scared priest instead of his best friend Artris. But, speak of the devil, minutes later as they crossed the bridge, mentioned rogue came flailing and stumbling from the bushes like an animal. Neph pulled his mount to a halt quickly, eyes wide at the red head running towards them.

“NEEEEPH!” he screamed, nearly falling to his knees in exhaustion as he stumbled and tripped to stop in front of the two. “Neph….! You’re here!” cried Artris happily before making a horrified expression. “Alone!”

“Um. I brought Teratore,” the mage pointed to the tauren who waved.

“SO?!”

“I brought help!”

“I thought something more alone the lines of… a….”

Artris collapsed to his knees and fell forward in the dirt on his face, completely burnt out.

“Artris!!” yelped Neph, hopping off his hawk strider to run to the fallen rogue. He knelt beside him and pulled him up to lay on his lap face up. Neph frowned at the bad shape Artris looked to be in. His beautiful fiery hair was flecked with dry blood, his clothing was bloody and ripped, he had horrible wounds that were covered with dirt and debris from the land. “Artris…,” sighed Neph at the unconscious rogue, wiping some dirt from the rogue’s cheek tenderly.

“Neph. We have to move off the road, we’re in Alliance territory now. Let me help,” spoke Teratore in a flat tone. He knelt down and pulled the rogue into his arms like a wounded puppy, holding the Sin’dorei to his warm fur and started carrying him away into the brush. Neph stood up and brushed his robes from the mud and grabbed the reins of his mount and Teratore’s kodo and followed the hunter.

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Arcelare moaned gently as Kasteus licked his neck and bit the skin lightly. He kissed along Arcelare’s cheek and took his lips to his in a tentative kiss, his large hands petting the warrior’s long silky hair. Arcelare had remained on Kasteus’ lap in the water, the Draenei’s member rubbing against his back.

All the while the priest had attempted to escape once or twice upon realizing the two Alliance were going to evidently get it on. But, Arcelare had “insisted” he stay, with help from empty threats of maiming him. So now the Sin’dorei remained obediently in the water with them, though he had curled up and stayed as far away as possible, not looking at them.

Kasteus bit Arcelare’s earlobe and clung a moment, the warrior hissing at the pain, and the Draenei let go, licking the red spot his sharp teeth made. His large hand brushed through Arcelare’s long hair and tugged at the roots, forcing his head back. The paladin licked and nipped at Arcelare’s body, making the other shiver with pleasure. He leaned up and captured the warrior’s mouth in his own, biting his lips and running his tongue along the ridges of the other’s teeth, fighting with Arcelare’s own tongue. He tasted sweet.

Arcelare placed his hands on Kasteus’ shoulders and submitted himself to the Draenei, for he was the only one to receive such attention from the warrior. Arcelare would never let his heart fleet around to anyone else.

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AN!!: OKAY I cannot fix the story so the time lapses are spaced DX and I don’t have the patience to find out how!! Lol! Anyways this is an unfinished chapter but I thought you guys kinda deserved an update… it’s been in my computer for months.