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Most Precious Hoard

Wrathion has returned to Stormwind and after many challenging interactions is now seen as a friend of the crown. One silent evening, after news from Azshara's Palace, he and Anduin begin to argue.

“How could you?” Anduin’s tone of voice rose unexpectedly. It had been rising slightly as he countered Wrathion’s words. They both sat around a small table in Anduin’s royal sitting room, having dinner together as they often would. This night in Stormwind was particularly quiet. Quiet and fearful. After Jaina had returned from assaulting Azshara’s palace, there was news of an ancient evil that had broken free, the echoes of its madness affecting various places around Azeroth. The news ate at Anduin, even during their evening dinners.

“I had no choice, Anduin. I had to move funds from the farmer’s relief. The production of void serum is dangerously low-”

“In a fortnight, one of our provinces might stand to lose everything. We’ll be having a second Westfall by the time- Wrathion... Light! How did you even find it?” Anduin pinched the bridge of his nose, pausing to gather his composure. It would have been easier for Wrathion to just not have been honest with him. He usually hid his affairs well, except for the occasional bouts of guilt. “I know what you’re doing is grand and important, but couldn’t you have perhaps used some of your own resources?”

“Why would I? It would take forever to generate the amount of resources that you already had lying around.”

“Hundreds, no- thousands of people will be affected by your actions in the short run. This is madness.” To be friends with a dragon meant that said creature with special abilities would eventually figure out everything about you, and find the means to benefit their cause above your own should they judge it warranted. “Aren’t we friends?” Wrathion would often say. “Friends.” Those that would breathe heavy between kissess and confess their wildest dreams to each other. Those who would dare to dream their future together...

“Then perhaps you should reconsider ruling if you’re not ready to make the important decisions.” Wrathion ceased to look him in the eye, as he eyed his talons. It was a low blow even for him. The Wrathion who had returned to him was remorseful, he had matured plenty in the few years they had spent apart. Not enough in Anduin’s opinion, if he still considered himself well above the affairs of the common folk. “The madness will take your kingdom and turn the people against you. Humans are resilient! A little hardship wouldn’t get in the way of things.” Wrathion shifted in his seat and eyed Anduin with those red, flaring eyes. Echoes of his inner power. “Anduin, things will work out if you would only relax.”

Anduin saw red. He often enjoying a bout of intellectual sparring with him, but this had gone too far. Friends do not do this to each other. He rose in his seat, temper as mighty as his father’s in full display.

“I can’t let you run my kingdom into the ground! I have responsibilities that have never befallen you. You don’t understand the importance of the lives that are under my care. It isn’t going to just ‘work out’. You either don’t understand or don’t want to.”

Wrathion’s expression remained impassive, which kindled his anger like a hot poker. What was he playing at?

“Then make me. Perhaps your people’s hunger might end the war and the Horde could-”

Anduin grabbed Wrathion by the flap of his ridiculous collar: fabric extravagant and far too pretentious. He felt fury and relief once their lips crashed together. He wouldn’t tell him he loved his scent, his skin, his hair. Everything about him. He would take it to his grave. Wrathion did not deserve to know the depth of his affection.

He was sure Wrathion was strong and fast enough to avoid his frustrated attempt to silence him if he really wanted to. Nonetheless it was clear Wrathion seemed more interested to know where this would go than to protest. And while Anduin’s kiss was forceful and clumsy, Wrathion responded with calm. His lips were soft and pliant, and his body almost limp except Anduin could swear he rose to meet his kiss, only slightly.

Anduin broke the kiss, ashamed his anger could make him rise to such heights. If the hardness he felt in his trousers was any indication, he would be happy to continue, to just lose himself between Wrathion’s arms, to feel his taut body against his. Wrathion in turn, kept his uninterested facade. Untruthful, Anduin wanted to believe.

“I’m… sorry,” The priest began.”Not sure what came over me.” Anduin ran a hand through the loose fringe of hair that lay messily on his forehead.

“You didn’t let me finish, King Anduin.” Wrathion seemed more adamant than ever as he rose defiant to meet the young priest’s eyes.

Anduin looked straight at him. He wasn’t planning on letting him. He pushed Wrathion to the table, and the dragon allowed it. As the table shook, the bottle of wine tipped over, rolling over the edge. At the sound of the crash, Anduin’s arm swept through the rest of the table, the china flying and crashing across the room.

His hands, hungry, ripped Wrathion’s expensive looking coat, revealing more of his dark skin and tufted chest hair. Anduin once remembered Wrathion’s body as sinuous and lean. Now he was taller, had gained muscle. Admiring Wrathion’s new shape like this set his core on fire, enough to will him into action. They moved fast, tugging and shredding their clothing under their desperate hands. Somehow Wrathion ended up with even less clothing, Anduin’s intuition sensing how eager he was. Soon confirmed by the captivating way Wrathion sprawled his nude body over the table, his length pulsing to attention.

Anduin climbed over the table, crowding over Wrathion and fighting for dominance. He had never felt so strongly about anything. It was just like the heat of battle, the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Wrathion surrendered in one moment and struggling to gain control the next. He ached in the sweet struggle. The dragon hissed as Anduin slipped a finger between his bare legs, into the split of his buttocks, gently coaxing the opening to ready for him.

The way his body moved in pleasure, wild indomitable. He wanted to claim him for his own, the savage beauty, the truculent urge that came over him that was quenched by their contact. The electricity he felt as he touched his bronze skin, when his lips found his own, scraped by his teeth. He grabbed Wrathion's length as they kissed, unclothed and bared. Wrathion’s claws scraped his back, causing just enough discomfort to bring a sort of twisted pleasure. He stroked an unearthly growl out of him, enough to render him with total impatience. Allowing Anduin to push him back, and position his length between his legs.

“Wait," Anduin murmured soothingly as he gently stroked the dragon's raised hips and buttocks. Anduin slid himself slowly at first, stretching the other. Wrathion swallowed down a yelp, trying to deepen his voice. Anduin went to hold him up, "Wrathion-"

"I’m fine." Wrathion dismissed the concern with a tinge of annoyance, took a deep breath and continued. His body relaxed considerably, allowing Anduin to sink in completely. Anduin’s hands pinned Wrathion’s wrists above his head as he moved, savoring every inch of tightness. He began to feel Wrathion relax even more, aiding his claiming and it made everything feel more delicious.

He ran a hand over his chest, his taut muscles, his rigid stomach. He saw his bouncing cock and aided him with one hand while he held his bottom with the other. He was maddened by the growling sounds he coaxed out of his lips, his long dark curls, his shining red eyes muted by closed eyelids.

Anduin leaned down to kiss him, pressing their foreheads together as he moved above him. Wrathion in turn began to whisper nonsense but he could distinguish his name, “Anduin". And the more they moved together, the more he lost control. The table underneath shook considerably.

When his climax came he snapped his hips down repeatedly, until he felt Wrathion's pleasure spilling on his own chest. When they came down they were both shaken and elated, holding onto each other, calming their panting and erratic heartbeats. Wrathion smiled softly into his gaze. Anduin looked at him earnestly, held both his cheeks and kissed him.

"Tell me that was unplanned," Anduin pretended to be cross.

"Yes, very unplanned." Wrathion’s grin was absolutely guilty.

"What am I going to do with you?" Anduin whispered, pure devotion and affection in his eyes.

Anduin climbed down from the table reluctantly and Wrathion did the same. The young king walked over and embraced him from behind, kissing his head of hair and the length of his curved horns. His heart swelled with a strange sense of pride.

Wrathion moved as if to escape his arms, and Anduin suddenly held onto him. "Stay.”

"It's alright, I'm not going anywhere." Wrathion turned to embrace his king, his mouth finding the crook of his neck. They held each other for a long moment before Anduin allowed his lover to lead him to his royal chambers, where they spent the rest of the evening lying awake in each other’s arms.

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Witcher AU preview

I have been working on a few scenes for this but, sadly, I’ll consider this abandoned. 

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"So you're the new healer?" said the voice behind Anduin, prompting him to whip his head back to see it belonged to the same foreign, dark stranger from before. The familiar heat of embarrassment and anger bloomed over his skin once more, he desperately hoped it wouldn't show.

"That pretty face of yours," the stranger continued "it would be so popular with the older gentlemen of the court. I am willing to bet they have plans for you already!" Anduin couldn't believe he was speaking so casually about him being potentially sold into slavery. After all, he was not valuable, a low born mage's assistant. After the stranger's jab, Anduin turned to the bookshelves, shutting the book in his hands, allowing a few moments to compose himself before he turned around to face the other man. He found the stranger smiling playfully now, as if waiting patiently for a retort.

“I understand why you’ve come here, and I regret to say it won’t work. You seek to demoralize me and discourage my efforts. I advise against that, you’ll only have to try harder, and even then it won’t work.” Anduin wasn’t never trained to control his powers, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder to Medhiv’s apprentice.

Anduin turned to set the book back on its rightful place among the ornate bookshelves. As soon as he turned back, he was met with the chilling realization that his rival had moved several paces forward to stand right in front of him. He had never heard a sound. His heart began to race and his mind swarmed with danger.

“It’s not really up to me,” said the man across him, no longer smiling. “Your fate is most surely already decided.” The man raised a hand to lift Anduin’s chin with his finger, a curiously black fingernail disappearing under his view. Anduin’s reflex made him take a step back, knocking his head painfully onto the wooden edge of the shelf behind him. Despite that, he hid any indication of pain, only staring at the man who had just invaded his privacy. “I don’t trust you.” Anduin’s came out as a rasp, betraying his nerves. It was strange to think he still thought the dark skinned man to be beautiful, despite not even knowing his name.

“You’re wise not to.” The ofieri retorted, surprising Anduin with a fond smile. He took a step back and bowed before Anduin, a perfect image of regality. “I apologize if my jest has startled you, Lord Anduin.” He emphasized the word “Lord”, as if pointing the difference between them. “I will see you again at breakfast, I’m sure.” The ofieri turned to leave, and Anduin waited until he disappeared beyond the double doors of the study to rub at the small bump at the back of his head.

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Drabble for Wranduin Week 2019

“Common Ground”

Black Prince and White Pawn bowed heads after their introduction, the dragon noticing the distrust that Anduin Wrynn’s face conveyed, fair brows brushed on an incline toward each other. Wrathion deduced the other prince had trouble hiding his true feelings in his countenance, something humans were prone to do, a weakness that his flight exploited throughout the centuries. This matter, however, never interested him. He never wanted to hide who he was, nor manipulate the human Prince, only filled with genuine curiosity. Having heard so much about him and his diplomatic achievements, as naive as they sounded, perhaps there was something to this Anduin that had others bowing to his knowledge or power.

“Please, join me for tea” Wrathion’s voice was honey, the same carriage he used around the many champions that came to see him. “Tong, if you would be so kind.” Each of their small entourage accompanied their respective princes to a secluded level of the tavern, Anduin using a walking stick and considerably slower than Wrathion had guessed, it itched at his patience, but he did his best to appear ever the gallant host. As they sat down, Anduin did not waste time.

“Black Prince Wrathion, may I call you Wrathion? It is good to finally meet you. I have many questions for you, no doubt you’ll agree to answer.” Anduin took a moment to find a comfortable position in which to sit. His guards, ever fussy, found a stool in no time and silently asked for permission to help. He could tell Anduin was used to having servants, helpers, his pride didn’t appear to be affected as they carefully slid the stool under his troubled leg while gently raising it.

Wrathion thought it admirable that Anduin sought to make a connection beyond their respective titles, that’s exactly what he’d had to do with every champion. Each task wasn’t an errand, it was an opportunity, a chance to work together for the greater good. “Yes, although I’ll choose to keep calling you Prince Anduin for the time being. I wouldn’t want to be disrespectful.” His answer earned a very well from Anduin Wrynn, and so he began his statement, words he had practiced for an occasion such as this one.

“I would like to take the chance to formally apologize for what the members of my family have done to yours, and beg that we begin on a clean slate.” Wrathion continued, oh how he liked how the words came out. It was a great example of how he was a perfect specimen for his flight. He noticed how Anduin shifted in his seat, his mien unbroken. The story of how Onyxia was indirectly responsible for the Queen of Stormwind’s death hadn’t missed his ears, yet he knew better than to keep prodding at the subject.

“I accept your apology, and agree we should begin anew.” Anduin’s eyes widened, his curiosity took the lead as he slightly leaned forward. “Is it true? You’re the last of your flight?”

“As far as I know, yes.” The attention got to Wrathion, as he leaned back into his chair in a casual manner, crossing his legs. He had heard many things about Anduin, all of which he had asked about, but to see his enthusiasm first hand was rather refreshing. A quality he decided to approve of. A ruler could not amass a following if he wasn’t passionate to learn, after all. “Every single one of them that I knew of were corrupted. They have been slain. By me.” This punctuated answer made Anduin lean back, as if he wasn’t expecting it to be true.

“And this didn’t bother you? To resort to assassination?” Anduin’s inquiry was a bit strange. Why fixate on the details of his solution?

“If one day, I find a way to purify black dragons, perhaps I’ll resort to different methods. But they could not have been suffered to live.” Wrathion had approached the manner logically, could Anduin not see that? “How else could I have steered the fate of this world for the better? There was no other way to start than with my own dragonflight. They had no leadership, no guidance other than the voice of madness, and that was a matter I had the power to change. Do you agree that If we can do something to change our destiny, that we should take it whenever possible?”

Anduin seemed to be disturbed by the toughness of his decision, but he wisely appeared to agree with it. “And for that, Stormwind thanks you.” Tong arrived with a tray of tea service. They both waited until it was served, Anduin brought up the rustic tea cup and took his time to enjoy the aroma and warmth before taking a careful sip. “The method of your origin is also very interesting. I’m told a Titan artifact was responsible for purifying you. Two years ago.”

“Yes, two years ago.” Wrathion confirmed.

“It’s fascinating. I’ve never heard of dragons developing so quickly.” Anduin stared off as he spoke, he was truly intrigued by the knowledge and quite impressed. Wrathion narrowed his eyes in exchange. Humans fixated on such minor details. “I apologize if it sounds rude. Everything about Pandaria is an opportunity to learn. While I know you’re not from here, it’s still  interesting to know of a dragon such as yourself. You are quite a wonder.”

“Yes, you’re right. I am a wonder.” Wrathion agreed.

“That’s not quite- well, I suppose I was speaking of your development.” Anduin took a sip of his drink, his expression unreadable.

“It is not so different than any other dragon’s. It just happened more quickly.” Wrathion wasn’t sure why he felt so defensive.

“Perhaps you’re like me, in terms of age that is.” Anduin began musing again. Why did he find this so important? It was rather galling, where the subject of his age was going.

“Why are you comparing my development to human terms?” Wrathion arched a brow, unsure.  

“It’s easier to understand and relate to.” Anduin’s replies came quickly. Wrathion didn’t upset easily but he was wondering why Anduin was so bent on finding common ground with one such as himself. Nothing he had said was rude, only dipped in curiosity. And he wasn’t particularly fond of how Anduin was digging for things in common between them. Wrathion wouldn’t have anything in common with any mortal race, that’s how things were. Equally perplexing was how quickly Anduin had found a chink in his pleasant demeanor, and he did his best to regain his composure. “It’s a bit impersonal to ask all these questions, like some sort of cold interrogation, don’t you think?” Anduin laughed. “I don’t suppose you do anything in your spare time but ask champions to collect riches for you?”  

“In my spare time? What do you mean?” the dragon crossed his arms and felt his heart skip a few beats. How odd, he never expected to find a defect in his body being as young as he was. He should check on it later, it was highly irregular.

“Have you played any games?” Anduin’s smiled warmly.