Mine

Hey again :) I don't own the concepts or settings, but Victor and Karr both belong to me. My puppets. Also, I don't make any money. Wish I did, but there we go.

Continuation of 'Darnassus Isn't Worth This' - A little while down the line, Victor and Karr have got used to each other in more ways then one. This makes Karr realise something pretty damn important - important enough that it could make or break the pair of them.

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Victor lay in bed, Karr draped over him as he ran his fingers through his slave’s hair. Karr made a noise of approval and stretched against him, long fingers absently running over Vic’s stomach.

It must have been ridiculously early in the morning, but neither had slept yet. They didn’t need to, not really. Karr still had his slave’s collar on, marking him out as owned – and therefore protected – by Vic. He’d long got used to the feel of it – and besides, Vic only made him wear it outside or in bed – and Karr found he really didn’t mind being Vic’s slave.

The thought confused him. He was middle-aged by Kaldorei standards – which made him a good couple of thousand years old – and not once in his entire life had he ever bowed down to another. His mother had been a Sentinel, his father a Druid in the Emerald Dream and there’d been high hopes for him when he showed the capacity for following in his footsteps.

But no, he’d chosen the way of shadows instead. He liked sneaking around, he loved the rush of the illegal. His parents had been horrified of course, hadn’t understood him and eventually, when he’d been caught stealing from the very Temple itself – the act of which got him sent to Quel’Thalas – had summarily disowned him.

Not even that bothered him, lying here as he was, Vic’s arm curled possessively around his back and his other hand trailing along an ear. At the end of the day, the Blood Elf didn’t treat him as a slave. Oh, he had to do the menial tasks, and when Vic ordered him – at least in the company of other people – he had to obey, but there was an undercurrent of something there. Neither man cared to examine it, both happy just to let it sit there in the background.

Karr wasn’t stupid enough to try and tell himself that he stuck around because Vic was a good lay, though. Truth was, Vic gave him ample chances to run. He was a rogue, a thief, he’d be able to survive easy enough out there. He’d never liked the easy life, laying back on his laurels like so many other Night Elves after Nordrassil blew. And yet…that’s exactly what he’d chosen.

Maybe it was because Victor himself was interesting enough to hang around. Maybe it was because he didn’t feel so much like a slave as…well, a friend, a lover. Never mind that Vic had paperwork calling him a possession, he didn’t feel like one.

Karr traced a scar in the moonlight that was streaming through the window, making the elf under him shift a little. He knew that he wasn’t a typical Night Elf, not having the respect for Nature his father had tried to instil in him nor the respect for law and others his mother had had. But then…Victor wasn’t a typical Blood Elf. At all. If anything, his outlook was a lot closer to the orcish way of life. Very odd and out of place in the elven city of Silvermoon, which was where they were now.

“You’re being unusually quiet, Karr.”

Karr looked up as Vic’s voice broke his thoughts and smiled, moving up a little. “Thinking too much.” He murmured.

“Oh?” Vic turned so that they were facing each other, hand lazily running down Karr’s side, soothing and gentle. “What about?”

“Nothing much.” Karr stretched under the hand, propping himself up. “Just…well. Me. Us. You know?”

Vic looked at him, frowning a little. “Us?”

Karr shrugged. “You asked.”

“I know. You confuse me.” Vic looked the Night Elf over. “So…what about us?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know.” Karr sighed. “I mean…you own me, right? That should bother me, but it doesn’t.” He shifted a little uncomfortably under the unwavering gaze of the other elf. “I could have easily escaped by now…”

“But you haven’t.” Vic nodded. “Karr…I know I supposedly own you, but…” He looked away, obviously feeling awkward. “You’re a friend. At least, I hope you are.”

Karr smiled at that, reaching over and putting two fingers under Vic’s chin and making the other look at him. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against his, feeling the surprised stiffening before the long fingers of the other wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Usually they never kissed except for sex, so Karr took his time, running his tongue over Vic’s lips until the elf opened for him.

Gently wrapping his arms around the Blood Knight, Karr kissed him again and pulled away, resting his forehead against Vic’s. “See?”

“I…think I do.” Vic’s hands had somehow ended up at Karr’s hips, the elf lying half across him. “This is…new.”

“I’m sure it is.” Karr kissed the corners of the paladin’s mouth. “How’d you feel if I left, Vic?”

The tightening of Vic’s hands, possessive and hot, told him everything and made him shiver at the same time. “I’d probably come find you.”

“Heh.” Despite himself, Karr felt awkward, on edge. Neither of them were used to this and Vic was…unpredictable at best. Hard to know how he’d react to realising this. Oh well, never knew fire burned until you played with it, after all. “So…what does this mean?”

“…You already know that or you wouldn’t have asked.” Victor huffed a laugh against his cheek, and Karr smirked. “Don’t expect anything out of it, Night Elf.”

“Besides a warm bed and a hot meal, I know.” Karr kissed him again. Yeah, he liked those kisses. “And never mentioning it again?”

“Something like that.” Vic purred, kissing him back, possessive hands pulling him tighter against him.

“Just so long as you let me stay with you I don’t think I really care.” Karr murmured against his lips, laying on top of him and humming as they ground together.

“…And none of that.”

“Seriously?” Karr murmured.

“…Alright. Maybe a little. When we’re alone.” Victor smiled. “In which case, make sure you don’t try to leave. Or I’ll gut you.”

“Touching.”

“It’s what you love about me.”

That made them both pause, green meeting yellow as they both realised the weight of those words, both surprised that it was Vic that had said it first. Victor himself looked suddenly vulnerable and trying to hide it, green eyes narrowed and the emotion making them flare a little, waiting for Karr to dare to say something.

“…Yeah, guess it is.” Karr grinned, breaking the tension, making the Blood Elf below him blink in surprise before a slow, unsure grin made him look as young as he should have been, lines disappearing as Karr ran his long fingers through silver hair and pulled Victor’s face to his, kissing him soundly and with an intensity that made the elf under him moan into his mouth and roll his hips upwards.

Karr purred, grinding down as he felt Victor claw his fingers, blunt tips digging into his hips and pulling him closer. The Night Elf moaned as he left Victor’s mouth and moved to his jaw, teasing purple-skinned fingers that were almost black in the moonlight against Vic’s tanned skin down his shoulders as he made the Blood Elf gasp, teeth sinking gently into his neck.

He smirked, putting his race’s slight fangs to good use as he bit and sucked marks into his master’s skin, pulling back for a few moments to look at the man writhe a little beneath him. A warm surge of protectiveness washed over him, though he knew Vic didn’t need anything of the kind – it was just that he looked so…in need of it like this. Karr smiled and shook his head at himself, leaning down to fasten his mouth over a nipple. Victor needed nothing of the sort from him.

Karr slid his hand down Vic’s solid chest as he worked, fingers flickering over twitching abs as the paladin arched under him to run fingers through the downy, strangely soft hair at the base of his already hard cock. Victor moaned in anticipation, a calloused hand going to Karr’s wrist and gently wrapping around it, thumb running over the Kaldorei’s wrist. The Blood Knight’s other hand was already buried in Karr’s hair, tightening occasionally as more bites appeared across his chest, working steadily downwards.

Then he wrapped his hand around Victor’s cock. The man arched with a low cry as Karr stroked him slowly, hands burying in his hair as the Night Elf slowly worked his way lower, mouth fastening on the base of the cock as his thumb ran over the sensitive head, Victor letting out a bone-deep moan as Karr kissed his way down the cock, moving his hand to lap at the head, purring at the feeling of Vic’s hands in his hair pulling him down, showing him what he wanted.

He loved this, he realised, loved the fact that this was his Master he was making writhe, far more then any other man he’d ever lain with. Never mind his little orcling, Karr didn’t mind her at all. She didn’t belong to him.

Karr moaned around the head in his mouth, making the man below him writhe a little, before he started to bob his head, tongue flickering over the most sensitive part, one hand wrapped around the base and the other gently running fingers over Victor’s balls.

He glanced up and felt his own cock twitch when he saw Victor, body arched and head leant back, fully exposing his throat, the bruises and bites from earlier obvious. Karr came off the elf, smiling at the growl of disappointment and the furious, slightly glazed glare that was directed at him for daring to stop.

“Don’t be too eager, Victor.” He murmured, watching the paladin melt under his hands with a moan as he teased his fingers over the head of his cock, leaning over the silver-haired elf and kneeling between his legs. “Relax.” Karr smirked down at him before leaning down and kissing Victor hard, moaning himself as the paladin wrapped his legs around his hips and ground down hard, making it very obvious what he wanted. Shuddering a little, Karr reached blindly to the nightstand where they’d left the salve they’d been using earlier, knocking the lid to the floor but managing to pick up the pot.

“I thought thieves were meant to be sneaky.” Victor grinned breathlessly as they broke apart, hands fisting in the sheets. “Or are you distracted?”

Karr just gave him a flat look, then gasped, a hand going to the ornate headboard as Victor ground into him again, making the Night Elf toss his head back and moan, purple-blue hair falling into his face. “Elune…damn you, Victor.” He purred out, pulling away from the paladin enough to slick himself with a liberal amount of salve. What it was he couldn’t remember, but it did the job. As he stroked himself, moaning, he ran slicked fingers over Victor’s entrance, encouraging the Blood Elf to spread his legs wider as Victor relaxed back with a tight moan.

Watching Victor carefully, Karr slid in a finger, resisting the urge to just take the man – Elune knew he could handle it but…this was as much about enjoyment as lust. He was rewarded with the paladin squirming, mouth open in a gasp as he added another finger and pushed up, pulling out a strangled shout as Victor struggled to keep the noise down, if only for the servants sakes.

“By the Sunwell, Karr-” Victor settled back, fingers clawed and buried deep in the sheets. “What are you waiting for?”

Karr looked up at him coyly, biting his lip as he ran his fingers over his length, tipping his head to the side. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Watch another time.” The paladin growled out, panting, squirming on his fingers and moaning again, the look of utter wantonness making Karr moan. “You want this as much.”

“Yes, Master.” Karr smirked at the dark look of satisfaction that crossed Victor’s face as he withdrew the fingers and shifted forwards, the elf immediately wrapping his legs loosely around his hips. He didn’t wait to see if the paladin was ready – he knew Vic well enough by now to know how impatient the guy could be. Positioning himself, bracing himself with a hand on Victor’s hip and the other on the bed, Karr pushed himself into Victor steadily, not gently, watching the man writhe and cry out under him, legs tightening around him and pulling him in harder as Vic snarled up at him.

“You feel…so good.” Victor relaxed around him, then tensed, making Karr drop his head and moan, the Kaldorei shuddering as he tried to hold still, waiting on the other elf’s signal. “Gods…”

Karr gasped as Victor finally relaxed fully, looking up at him with hooded green eyes, tanned and scarred cheeks flushed and mouth open slightly in breathless pants, the sight making Karr shiver again. So different from the Night Elves…and all his. All of it. Even with the little orc Vic favoured…the paladin belonged to him.

Karr pushed forward hard, possessively at that, baring his teeth and growling a little as Victor jack-knifed under him, crying out, the two pushing against each other before find a rhythm that suited both of them, hard and fast. Karr placed his hands under Victor’s hips, lifting him, slamming into him at a different angle, drawing out a low, dirty moan as he hit the paladin’s sweet spot.

Victor shifted, bringing up a hand to wrap around his neglected cock, hand jerking erratically as he panted, Karr leaning down to press his erection between them and kissing him hard, fiercely. Mine. The elf under him, silver hair splayed across the pillow, began to whine, each pant coming out as a bitten-on moan, the shuddering becoming more pronounced as he came up to his peak. Mercilessly Karr rode him, the tightening man around him making him moan Victor’s name and a few words in broken Darnassian. Mine.

Then Victor shuddered, cried out, clawed at Karr’s back with his free hand as hot streaks spread between them, driving himself down on Karr’s hard cock as his legs tightened. Karr arched into him, crying out too, managing a few more thrusts before joining the paladin.

A few minutes of breathless silence and Karr finally stirred, purring in warm pleasure, pulling out of the man below him carefully before reaching tiredly for a cloth to clean them both. Victor stretched luxuriously below him as he wadded the cloth and tossed it into the corner of the room, a hand tracing over the Night Elf’s dark skin, eyes half-lidded.

“So what now, Karr?” Victor’s voice was dark and husky in the aftermath. Karr looked down at him and smiled.

“Think you know the answer to that one, Vic.” He replied, a thumb tracing over Victor’s lips. There was a light growl and then Vic was on top of him, kissing him hard and possessively.

Mine.