"Please."

In the dimly-lit chamber, there came the low creak of wood, slide of mageweave fabric, humid expiration of breath; Khadgar didn't really struggle in his binds.

Light, he'd wanted this so bad.

Some distance from the bed Lothar sat opposite Llane and Medivh, all with their goblets of wine, their quills and their scrolls, and a bowl filled with crystals; these were only a sample of the lot.

Lothar wasn't amused.

When Khadgar had asked him to procure them, he hadn't realized he'd meant this many, or that they only came one at a time; he'd insisted they were important, and that 4986 was the precise number he required.

On his return, Lothar had silently tossed a bag in his direction, entirely lacking in humor, and Khadgar recoiled at the impact; somehow, he'd not fully anticipated what a search for 4986 apexis crystals could do to a man.

Now at Lothar's side, Medivh and Llane convened to determine some proper recompense, they examined the crystals from all angles and turned them over; Khadgar hadn't quite resisted when they'd got him bound, Medivh had noticed immediately— because, after all, Lothar had been the same.

He recognized the look in his eyes, something not exactly like fear, but more akin to anticipation, the knowing awareness of waiting potential which flickered immaterial all around, and a hunger for promises still unspoken; they'd got him on Medivh's bed, naked as the day he was born, save for his boots and a simple leather collar.

In the orange glow of the ceiling fixture, Medivh held one of the crystals to the others, it emitted a low, pulsing hum; "Unnecessary," he said, with so much conclusive finality that Lothar hit the tabletop and swore. At that, both Medivh and Llane glanced up, Llane quietly murmured that he was sorry.

That was, he felt sorry that Lothar had been made to retrieve them unnecessarily, after all he'd endured. "No!" Khadgar's voice issued from the opposite end of the room, he'd been about to say they could be used to empower the ring he would give him, but instead he went silent with one wave of Medivh's hand.

"We'll find use for them yet," Lothar said, in a way that got Khadgar rock hard; in truth, he'd been hard for the past five minutes, he could feel the hot fluid stream down the length of his member, where he couldn't even touch himself.

It got him wet all the way to his thighs and glittered to the sheets from there, here was a thing of fantasy; something he'd dreamt while he'd handled himself late at night, face-down on his mattress, a used shirt he'd nicked from Lothar pressed to his mouth as to stifle his voice. He didn't expect it to happen in waking reality.

At the small table, Medivh went on to levitate the crystal he'd chosen in plain view, where Llane and Lothar could see; "Bit sharp, isn't it," Llane observed, and the other two thought it over. It was around the size of one digit, clear and smooth as glass but iridescent at its edges, and indeed there reverberated through it a low, steady hum; "Yes," Medivh said, "I supposed it is a little sharp."

He proceeded to cast a minor spell, something old and familiar which his friends had witnessed countless times, and they observed while the crystal was engulfed in shimmering light; there gradually Medivh had managed to alter the outer configuration of its particular matrix as to generate a smooth, rounded exterior, but without disturbing its frequency of resonance.

From where he was bound, Khadgar could see the flash of the spell, and while he recognized the type of energies at work, the enchantment, itself, was beyond his own capability, where clearly he was in over his head; there pulsed intangibly all around the unspent power held within the crystal's framework, he could feel it oscillate with charge and light.

There issued the scrape of chair legs, now Medivh rose to his feet with Lothar and Llane at his sides, he still had the small item floating before him on his approach; the closer he'd got to the bed, the more Khadgar could sense it, until its essence became intoxicating, and his impulse to touch it was almost irresistible. Medivh let it levitate where they had a clear view, it glittered with latent intensity and cast misshapen shadows on the walls, and on the bed beneath them Khadgar remained defenseless in his binds. Still not exactly opposed.

"Four thousand, nine hundred and eighty-six," Medivh said to Khadgar; he cocked his head like he were somehow confused. He then turned to Lothar, but before he could get the next bit out, unexpectedly Khadgar's voice came from below.

"Yes," he said rapidly; "4985 is inadequate, 4987 is, of course, absurd."

At that, Lothar's eyebrows rose to his hairline; "Cheeky," he muttered.

He knelt just above him, in a way that had Khadgar's breath hitch, his wrists tightened stiffly in their binds and he quietly swallowed; oh, he was in trouble now.

He could feel his cock completely slick, in unhindered view of the others.

"I'm a mage," he stammered hoarsely; "I did the math."

Silence.

Several seconds passed before Lothar proceeded to nod, like it were only understandable; his voice came in dangerously quiet tones.

"You did the math," he repeated.

Khadgar's gaze lingered on his expression, where his features were illuminated in the crystal's pulsing light; there were parts of him he'd completely devoured in his dreams, without Lothar's discretion he knew the taste of him profoundly, without the slightest awareness of what he was like in waking life—

—he thought now he'd suffer any humiliation to have him in earnest, the way he had wanted since their fateful first encounter, at the barracks when Lothar had slammed him on the desk.

Now that he leaned above him, Khadgar thought he could almost taste the expiration of his breath; Lothar moved very close, so his lips brushed just at the delicate shell of his ear.

"All right," his voice came rich and low; "then you'll get 4986."

(On to Chapter 2)

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A/N: I would love to RP any of these guys if anyone is interested! (There are actually a lot of m/m pairs I'd love to RP in Warcraft lore); it's completely cool by me if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing, if English isn't your first language, or if you don't know that much lore— I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff. If you think you might want to give it a go, please send me a message =)