Warnings: Yaoi, necrophilia(well if you want to be technical about it), violence, angst, sex, language, and love. Lot's and lot's of yaoi love.
Rated: M
Disclaimer: me nor Kaitsuka own World of Warcraft or any other affiliate associated with Blizzard. This is fanfiction. The plot is all we own. I'm sorry you can't sue us, we're broke college students.
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It was a dark, cold night just outside of the Undercity. It was always a dark, cold night in this part of the woods, but to most newcomers of this area, it seemed eerily so. Ievam had gotten tired of taking orders from his superior in the city, so he decided to venture off on his own. Sure, he'd get attacked by a decrepit hound here and there, but it wasn't enough to shake him any. Hell, he was undead. The fact that he was going to be shaken by a few mangy hounds was very unlikely. He clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth as he ran along the open fields in search of some sort of challenge. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a being that shouldn't have been in this part of the world. He went into his stealth and crept closer to investigate.
A warhorse snorted as it walked along the cobblestone road leading to Brill. The rider exhaled slowly, sending a long stream of condensation into the air in front of him. He'd been charged by one of the humans to go into Scarlet Monastery and retrieve a book (of all things) from the library. Not only had he heard the monastery was infested with the Scarlet Enclave, the graveyard was haunted as well. At the thought, Itamar sighed again, his steed meandering down the road. At the sight of a lantern, he quickly turned his horse off the main road, moving toward an area of several trees. Hopefully they wouldn't be seen. The Scarlet Monastery was just north of Undercity. The thought of that place sent a shiver down Itamar's back, all those undead creatures festering in one place...ugh.
After the patrol had passed, he turned his horse back to the road. Brill was still a ways off...
'A Draenei,' Ievam thought to himself when he recognized the unfamiliar figure's form. 'He's a long way from home...what the hell is he doing here?' Ievam, out of boredom and curiosity, decided to follow the Draenei silently. He kept his daggers drawn just in case, but he was certain he couldn't see him. He recognized the surroundings and then knew exactly where this newcomer was going. 'Scarlet Monastery,' he thought.
It was quite a challenge to get around Brill and the skinner's camp, but Itamar managed to guide his warhorse through the area without attracting any Dark Hounds. The bats just seemed content to float around looking for bugs on the ground and in the air. He always thought that was strange behavior for bats, but this place was strange to begin with.
'Finally' he thought as the old road to Scarlet Monastery became visible. The horse made it up the slight incline with ease and they were soon on their way. The moment of relief was short-lived when Itamar realized just what he was heading into.
An old monastery, filled to the brim with Scarlet Enclave.
...for a book.
Itamar covered his face with his palm for a moment before looking up at the path again. Maybe the Naaru would have pity on him and drop a new task into his lap.
Ievam followed the Draenei with ease and into the Monastery. He held up his dagger and decided to give the Draenei a wicked surprise. Ievam crept closer to him and was right behind him. He held his breath so that he couldn't hear him breathe. He closed his yellow eyes for a moment, rose the dagger, and went in for a hard stab in the Draenei's back.
A sudden feeling of dread went through the paladin's mind, making him turn suddenly and hold up his shield. He had no idea why, but it felt like he needed to defend himself from behind. A loud clash of metal resounded in the area, a rogue coming out of stealth just behind him. The hell? He was being followed the whole time!
Acting quickly, he pushes the rogue back and pins him against a tree with his shield. Sneaky bastard.
Ievam was caught a little off guard by the Draenei's quick reflexes. He smirked and laughed a little at the newcomer's reaction. 'Should've known...oh well. This will be fun,' he thought.
"You're an awful long way from home, Paladin," he said in Gutterspeak. He didn't expect the Draenei to understand his language, but it didn't matter. He struggled against the Draenei since he was pushing him hard against that tree. His partially exposed spine was starting to bore into it.
Itamar's tail swished behind him as he kept the undead rogue in place, if not pushing a little harder. He was by no means small, even by Draenei standards.
"Why did you try to attack me, you unholy abomination?" He asked, accidentally replying in Gutterspeak. Great, now the bastard knew he understood the undead language. So much for the 'picture of perfect' paladin image...
Itamar mentally cursed himself, snarling slightly when he didn't receive an immediate answer.
"What's this? You understand me," Ievam said mockingly. He tried to shove at the larger male, but didn't succeed. He decided to entertain him by answering his question.
"It's simple really: you're in our turf, therefore I must attack you. Did ya forget about the war or something? Clear out your pretty little tentacle covered head of yours and remember your place, Paladin," he replied harshly. Just to annoy the Paladin, Ievam leaned in close and kissed him on the lips rather quickly and pulled back. He smirked at him again and wanted him to fight him. He needed a good fight.
The angered expression Itamar was wearing had steadily grown more furious as the rogue continued to speak. When he suddenly leaned up and kissed him, it flashed from fury, to confusion, to shock, to enraged surprise as Itamar pulled his sword up and moved the shield to take a swing at the little asshole.
Scarlet Monastery be damned, he was beating the un-life out of this jerk.
Ievam ducked when the Draenei swung his sword at him. He rolled out of the way and quickly sprung to his feet, wielding both his daggers and took up his stance. He was laughing at his opponent's reaction and went in for a cheap shot. He ducked low again and swung at him with his main hand to slash his stomach and side. He then felt the blade of the sword against the top of his mohawk and a few strands of his hair fell to the ground from where the sword had cut it. He grit his teeth and let out a guttural growl at him and slashed at him harder.
Itamar dodged the dagger slashes as best he could, that cheap shot got past part of his armor, but the wound was superficial. He blocked and parried the slashes, using a spell to consecrate the ground beneath them. For every cut the rogue gave him, he returned with a slash of his own. He noticed the longer this lasted, the heavier his armor seemed to become.
He'd forgotten one of the things rogues were notorious for... poisons.
Ievam smirked at his opponent. He knew that the poison was starting to take effect. His swings were becoming slower and even though he got hit once or twice, the wounds weren't enough to bother him. The consecration of the ground beneath him stung a bit, but he kept on slashing and dodging to the best of his ability. Finally, he saw an opportunity to run and he did. He ran and wanted the Draenei to pursue him. When he got far enough away, he summoned his warhorse and quickly rode off.
It took a few seconds to register that the rogue had turned tail and run off. Wait...he wasn't done with the little fucker yet!
"GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!" Itamar shouted in Gutterspeak, quickly calling his horse and riding off after Ievam.
The thought of 'this might be a trap' crossed his mind for a moment, but was quickly squashed by the fact that he still wanted to beat the crap out of the little turd. Since the rogue was already so far ahead, Itamar chanted the aura of the Crusader, giving his horse a little extra speed to catch up.
Ievam heard the Draenei's shout and he laughed as he rode off into the thick of the forest.
"WHY DON'T YOU COME UP HERE AND CATCH ME YOU ALLY SCUM?" he shouted back in Gutterspeak. His bones ached, but he didn't have time to worry about that now. He needed to outsmart the Paladin just so he could find him again and mess with him once again. 'I like having a new toy to play with,' he thought as he rode on.
The shouted reply made Itamar twitch as he urged his warhorse onward.
"Ought to make that maggot infested rogue drink holy water..." He muttered to himself, thinking of very un-paladin like ways to kill the annoying rogue. He was too angry for his common sense to be heard in the back of his mind.
Entering the forest made everything visibly darker, making the warhorse and Itamar's eyes like beacons in the shadowy forest. This was one of those times when one questioned the anatomical reasoning for glowing corneas...
Ievam decided just for the hell of it to slow down for the Draenei to catch up. He was a faster rider then said opponent, but he was infested with boredom and wanted some entertainment. 'Hell if he ends up killing me, it won't matter much,' he thought harshly. Once he saw his glowing eyes approaching, he kicked his horse and rode off again.
After a few long moments went by being chased by the Paladin, the Rogue's mind began to wonder. The pop kiss had awakened something within him that hadn't stirred since he was alive...and that was a long time ago. He shook his head as if to shake it loose from his thoughts, but it still clung there. 'Of all times, why do I have to wonder about a thing like that?' he asked himself.
The beat of hooves on ground was always just out of reach in this damn forest. He couldn't see in the dark, but sure as the nether could be seen. Again, glowing eyes? Really?
Itamar snorted and kept following the sounds of his target through the trees. He caught glimpses here and there, but not enough to tell how far away he was. Speaking of the undead, that kiss had been odd...Itamar could've sworn he felt a piece of metal or something...maybe the undead had piercings? The paladin absently licked his lips.
Itamar quickly shook his head. Nonono, those were bad thoughts. He was a paladin. He wasn't supposed to think things like that, especially not about an undead rogue, piercings or not.
Once he felt he had ran the poor Draenei long enough through the dark woods, he hopped off his steed and sent him on his way. He pressed against a tree, but didn't bother to go into stealth just yet. He wanted him to catch up to him before he did that again. While he waited, he started entertaining the thoughts he was having earlier. He absently smirked at the fact that the Paladin's lips were soft...and he was well built...and wondered how big his...'Alright I need to stop that,' he scolded himself.
Cautiously, Itamar got off his horse. He knew his mount was armored and jingled with each step (no different than himself really), but at least he could be a little quieter if he continued on himself. He hadn't heard the rogue's horse move ahead, so he had to assume he'd stopped.
Draenei weren't known for their spectacular stealth abilities, but with the thick grass, and careful footing, maybe he could sneak up on his foe. That illusion was shattered as soon as he stepped over a root, and right on a twig, the snap sounding like a shot in the eerily silent forest.
Oh. Shit.
Ievam heard the loud clatter and peered out from behind the tree to see what it was. It was his Paladin pursuer on the ground, rolling around trying to get up. The sight was down right hilarious to the rogue, so he started laughing. He didn't care if he could hear him. Hell, he decided to come closer to investigate.
"No wonder none of your kind are spies. You can't sneak for shit and if you fall down, you can't get back up," he said between snickers.
Itamar looked up at the rogue with a glare, still trying to get up.
"...shut up." He muttered, mumbling a few words in Draenei before finally getting back on his feet and picking twigs out of his armor.
He glared at the rogue again before snorting. "Of course, your kind is lucky you don't go flying off when there's a storm. I wouldn't be surprised if there are undead living at the bottom of the Great Sea after being carried off from here."
...apparently Draenei weren't known for their trash talking skills either.
Ievam snickered at the 'witty' comeback. He cleared his throat and looked at him once again and laughed again.
"What sort of an insult was that? Seriously, you need to work on your people skills and ways to insult your enemy. How about something like: gee your breath smells like something died in there...oh wait, you're DEAD," Ievam suggested and laughed again.
Itamar glanced to the side slightly in a show of embarrassment. His tail twitched slightly as he crossed his arms.
"Yes, well, not everyone can be as crass as you are." He retorted. There. That one was better...maybe.
'I wonder if that 'make him drink holy water' plan would shut him up...' Itamar wondered to himself, not paying the rogue any attention for a moment.
"Oh so you do learn?" Ievam asked sarcastically. He waved his hand at the Draenei and then added, "Look, I'm tired and I bet that poison my blades had on them is making you tired as well. We can fight each other to the death, or take a break and beat the living...well in my case un-living...hell out of each other tomorrow. What say you?"
Thank the light, the bastard had some sense in him. Itamar almost slouched, but managed to remain nonchalant (or so he thought).
"Very well. I'll be sure to...watch my back." He replied, actually smiling slightly at his little pun.
Ievam smirked at the pun and sat down at the base of a tree.
"I'm Ievam...what's your name?" he asked curiously and picked up a twig. He started snapping it into little pieces as he sat there.
Itamar walked over to a tree across from where Ievam was sitting, placing his shield and sword next to him.
"My name is Itamar." He replied, looking across at the rogue. For a second, it seemed like the rogue was being polite, but Itamar reminded himself this was simply a temporary break. Rogues of any race couldn't really be trusted...especially one on the other side of the war.
"That's a strange name...I kinda like it," Ievam said and stretched. He kept an eye on the Draenei though. 'I bet if given the chance he'd force feed me holy water,' he thought. A silence fell over them and Ievam would study Itamar's features from time to time. He was attractive for a Draenei. His lower jaw wasn't covered in tentacles like Ievam had seen once before, but had two long ones that seemed to act as hair with the rest of his hair that was pulled into a high pony tail. He had two horns on top of his head that made him think of a ram. His facial features were...lovely. It wasn't feminine at all, but it was a type of masculine beauty that was hard to find. 'I had that kind of attractiveness once,' he thought bitterly. He clicked the tongue piercing against his teeth as he sat there examining Itamar.
One of Itamar's ears twitched when he heard Ievam click the piercing. At first he didn't know what it was, but decided to leave it alone. After all, he'd never really seen an undead this closely before. And most he -had- seen were to the point of falling apart. Ievam looked quite…fresh, however. The only bones really visible were the ends of his fingers, toes, a bit on his shoulder, and maybe a bit more not revealed. This thought process brought him to the point of wondering whether Ievam still retained his...facilities. That was quickly removed from his mind as Itamar noticed the piercings all over the undead's face. Perhaps they were from when he was alive? Or post-mortem? It was an intriguing question. If one looked past the discoloration and slight rot, it was obvious he had been rather good looking when alive. Considering he must've been dead for a while, he was still quite good looking, as far as undead go.
Ievam kept himself visibly occupied by breaking the twig into smaller pieces since Itamar obviously had no interest in talking to him. That was fine with him, really. As he sat there, his thoughts went back to the kiss earlier that day. He had a burning desire within him that was dormant for the most part of his undead self...up until now. He wanted to peel that thick mail armor off Itamar and see what he looked like beneath it. His curiosity was piqued about the Draenei anatomy and the fact that Itamar was attractive didn't really help matters much. 'Yeah, just keep telling myself it's the Draenei anatomy...' he thought. In actuality, he was aroused and wanted it. Bad.
It had been getting increasingly difficult for Itamar to keep his eyes open. It was dark, he was tired, and his body was demanding sleep, even if in the presence of the enemy. This wasn't an ideal place to sleep, but nether, he was exhausted. That poison hadn't helped his predicament.
Slowly, Itamar's eyes began to close, the blue light getting dimmer until there was just a fine glow from his eyelashes. Itamar relaxed against the tree, tail curling slightly as he fell asleep.
Ievam watched at Itamar fell asleep. The thoughts of him and Itamar in erotic scenarios filled his head and soon he found himself staring at the Draenei with want. Soon, he felt a familiar feeling wash over him and felt his member beginning to strain against the fabric of his trousers. He kept his eye on Itamar and watched the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest. He was asleep. Ievam's eyes trailed down to the belt on Itamar's pants, and an idea came to him. He slowly stood, and placed his daggers on the soft grass silently. He took his leather jerkin off and placed it on the ground against the tree. He quietly walked over to him and stood over him for a moment before kneeling before him. He was a lot smaller in stature then him, but it didn't bother him. Very carefully, he unbuckled Itamar's belt and untied his trousers. He peeled them back and pulled his underwear out and down a little and gasped at what he saw. Itamar's member was enormous and the sight of it made Ievam's member throb with desire. Very gently, he started to rub it and looked up to see if he'd wake Itamar up.
Itamar was in a rather deep sleep, only making small sound as Ievam touched him. Other than that, he was still asleep. Itamar's tail twitched slightly. He was having a strange dream about pink elekks.
Ievam was amazed that Itamar didn't wake. In fact, this only made him want him more. He kept on rubbing at his member and loved watching it harden and lengthen. Soon it was hard enough for Ievam to start stroking it with his hand. He used the flesh of his palm instead of his bony fingertips to pleasure the Draenei. He quickly glanced up at him to see if he'd wake and when he was confident that he wouldn't, he took his hard length into his mouth and started sucking on it.
This new sensation caused a deep rumble of pleasure from Itamar, despite his unconscious state. As Ievam continued with what he was doing, the pleasure was beginning to override Itamar's need for sleep. A slight groan came from his parted lips as his eyes started to open, not fully registering what was going on. It took about half a second to figure out after Ievam did...something down there that quite definitely woke Itamar up.
"Wh-what in lights name-...!" He started to speak, but was promptly cut off by a gasp. His hand unconsciously flew up to hold the back of Ievam's head.
Itamar never had very good will power anyway...and it'd been so long...
Ievam was a little startled at Itamar waking up, but what surprised him was that he felt his hand on the back of his head as if to urge him to continue. He felt how hard he was and a little bit of his juices had trickled from his tip. Ievam licked it up and looked up at him as he pulled back just a little.
"Don't fight it," he said as he kept stroking him, "I need it too."
He then went right back to sucking on his thick member, except this time he did it with more fervor. He switched up between soft and hard sucks and bobbed his head up and down over his shaft. Things that he had learned in his previous life were coming back to him and he loved hearing his moans.
Itamar swallowed as Ievam went back to working his member, unable to stop the groan that escaped when Ievam's mouth met his aching shaft once again. He had to admit, Ievam knew what he was doing, and by the Light, he was doing it well.
He glanced down at the back of Ievam's head, watching him as he bobbed up and down. Itamar thought there was something odd about the way Ievam's mouth felt, but he then realized with all those facial piercings, he must have a tongue piercing as well. The idea made him groan and his member twitch.
Itamar was breathing quickly, moaning when Ievam did something particularly nice. Deciding to test the rogue, Itamar laced his fingers through the sparse mohawk and tugged experimentally.
A low moan escaped Ievam's throat when Itamar tugged at his hair. He always liked having his hair pulled. When he was living the many lover's he kept in his lifetime would have the same reaction at Itamar was having. That's how he knew he was doing a good job. He took more of Itamar's long member into his mouth and bobbed his head over it a few more times. He pulled away to just the tip and suckled on it lightly while he stroked the rest of his member with his hand. He glanced up at him and loved the lust that had washed over his entire expression.
Itamar's tendrils and tail curled as Ievam continued to pleasure him. He had still been looking down at the rogue as he switched to stroking with his hand, his glowing lust-filled eyes locking with Ievam's. He smiled lightly, showing his sharp teeth. "You really are a sneaky bastard..." He muttered, his words coming in a low, gravely rumble. Not like the current state was a bad thing. He groaned slightly again and tugged at Ievam's mohawk again. If the rogue continued, he wouldn't last too long at this rate.
"Oh well if you don't like it..." Ievam said and pretended to pull away just to see what Itamar would do. 'Yeah I am a sneaky bastard. A very horny, sneaky bastard,' he thought.
"Nodont-..." Itamar said quickly, leaning up a little when Ievam tried to pull away. He realized just how quick his answer was and glanced to the side in slight embarrassment.
"I...do like it." He mumbled, trailing off before looking back at Ievam.
Ievam didn't stray far from Itamar and smiled at him slightly at his reaction and answer. He then crawled back over to him and stood tall on his knees between the other's legs. He leaned in close and slid his hand back down to his wanting member. He lightly stroked it as he asked softly, "What are you willing to do for it?"
Itamar's shaft twitched slightly at the question, releasing small groan when Ievam touched him again. He glanced off to consider his answer, but his lust fogged brain could only come up with one reply.
"What do you want me to do?"
"You're not very experienced in this area, are you?" Ievam asked in the same silky tone. He kept lightly stroking Itamar's member and leaned in a little closer. He kissed Itamar again, except this time he took his time about doing it. He very lightly flicked his tongue across the other's lips to try to part them. When his lips did part, he slid his warm tongue into his mouth and explored his cavern. After a few moments of that, he pulled away from him and placed his other hand on his chest. He was still wearing his mail armor. He smirked a little and said, "I think you're a little overdressed for the occasion."
Itamar groaned into the kiss, his earlier suspicions confirmed when he felt the metal piercing in Ievam's tongue. He blinked when he realized Ievam was right, he was still in full armor. Itamar mentally kicked himself. "You're right…" He replied, shifting to undo the straps that kept his armor in place. He removed his shoulder pieces, chest plate, then the jerkin underneath so he and the rogue were even in terms of clothing. His strong chest was hairless, boasting a few scars (including the cut Ievam gave him earlier) and well defined muscle.
Ievam sat back on his heels while Itamar removed his armor and even the jerkin he wore beneath it. He loved the way Itamar's chest looked. He pulled the loose fitting cloth shirt off he was wearing, revealing to Itamar that he wasn't completely decomposed. He still had some definition of muscle left in his chest and stomach. He was much smaller framed then the Draenei, but this little detail didn't bother the rogue. On his right nipple was a small silver hoop. All his piercings were during his lifetime and were reminders of the man he used to be. Ievam stood tall on his knees once again and ran a hand down the Draenei's chest and down his stomach. He loved the feel of his warm skin and when back to paying attention to Itamar's still wanting member.
Itamar's stomach muscles twitched at the slightly chilled touch of the rogue as the hand trailed downward. He was actually quite impressed at how well preserved Ievam was. The nipple ring didn't go unnoticed either. Deciding to be bold, Itamar tentatively reached up and pulled Ievam into a kiss. He was somewhat unsure, but mimicked the tongue flick Ievam had done before to request entrance. He groaned slightly against the rogue's lips, slipping his tongue into the warm cavern.
Ievam parted his lips without hesitation and was impressed at how quickly Itamar learned. He closed his eyes into the kiss and let out a soft moan. He wanted this to happen. Hell, he needed it to happen. Ievam then slid his hands back up his chest and placed one on the back of Itamar's neck and the other was tangled in his soft hair. He tugged lightly to see what sort of reaction he'd get and slid his own tongue into the other's mouth.
When Ievam tugged at his hair, it set off a new wave of lust in the paladin. Itamar returned the gesture by deepening the kiss and fighting Ievam's tongue for dominance. An idle hand moved down the rogue's spine, just brushing against the exposed bone. Itamar growled slightly as he nipped Ievam's lip. Guess the hair pulling was his trigger.
Ievam growled low in his throat as Itamar nipped at his lip. He was strangely aroused by the way Itamar's fingers trailed down his back and brushed against his partially exposed spine. He broke the kiss and tilted the Draenei's head up by pulling on his hair. This move caused his throat to be completely left open to him, and so he kissed down his throat and sucked on a sensitive spot here and there.
Itamar groaned slightly as Ievam made his way down his throat. When the rogue sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, Itamar's leg twitched and he moaned lowly. An idea suddenly came to him as his hand reached for the rogue's belt buckle. He couldn't see exactly where it was, but it wasn't too difficult to find the belt buckle and begin to undo it.
The rogue felt Itamar fumbling with his belt buckle, and with one last suck on the side of his neck, he released his fistful of hair and pulled back a little to make it easier on him to undo his belt. His own member was throbbing and straining against the fabric of his trousers with want and desire.
Itamar felt a ping of guilt that Ievam had yet to receive any attention, but was sure that was about to change. Finally moving the belt and trousers out of the way, Ievam's shaft was revealed. Itamar examined it for a moment, noting that it was in the same fresh condition the rest of the rogue seemed to be. He stroked it a few times, watching Ievam for a reaction.
When Itamar began stroking Ievam's member, he moaned in his throat and had to hold onto the Draenei to regain his balance. It had been so long for him and the fact that this desire reawakened within him was really starting to show. Ever since he became Forsaken, this urge of his became dormant since he decided that he didn't have a use for carnal pleasure. This Draenei, for whatever reason that only the Dark Lady knows, reawakened this part of him. He leaned in close and kissed Itamar deeply once more while his hand trailed back down to Itamar's still wanting member. He began stroking him while he kissed him and groaned low in his throat when Itamar stroked his just right.
Itamar gave his own moan when Ievam began stroking him again. He returned the kiss eagerly, glad the Ievam was satisfied with his efforts. Using a free hand, Itamar guided Ievam closer until their bodies were almost touching. When they were close enough, he nudged Ievam's hand away and took both their members in his large hand, stroking them together. His own plan backfired when the feeling caused him to arch slightly and break the kiss to moan.
Ievam let out his own moan of pleasure when Itamar started stroking them both. He loved how Itamar sounded when he moaned. It sent a shiver up his spine and he took Itamar's free hand and wrapped it around himself as if to urge him to hold him up. He moaned again and licked up his neck back to his lips. He kissed him again more deeply. 'I wonder if he's ever been with another man before?' he thought to himself as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
Itamar took the hint and held up Ievam as he continued to stroke both of them at the same time, every so often rubbing his thumb over the tips. In the limited encounters such as this, he'd only been with one man, and that experience wasn't nearly as enjoyable as what he and Ievam were doing. Shifting slightly, Itamar stroked them a little faster, nipping Ievam's lip again. Itamar's tail had sneaked around and curled around one of Ievam's legs, his hand still holding the rogue in place.
Ievam felt Itamar's tail wrap around his leg. It didn't bother him in the least. He felt his hips start moving into Itamar's hand when he quickened the pace. He wasn't going to last much longer like this, so he decided to ask the question he'd been wanting to ask the entire time. He broke the kiss and asked in a very silky, low tone that was almost a moan, "Have you ever been taken by a man?"
Itamar slowed his pace considerably, blinking for a moment before answering. "No, I haven't..." He replied, doing his best to rival Ievam's tone. He smirked and looked the rogue dead in the eye. "...but I don't mind something new." He purred, giving their members a quick stroke for emphasis.
"Well, I would let you take me, but I think yours would split me in half," Ievam said huskily. He pulled back a little and nudged his hand out of the way. He stood and grabbed his cloak he was wearing earlier. He laid it on the grassy ground and proceeded in taking his boots and trousers off. He looked over at Itamar and motioned for him to do the same.
Itamar followed suit, removing the boot/foot bracers he wore and the rest of his armor and trousers. The paladin was now standing in full Draeneic glory before the rogue. He walked toward the spread cloak, getting down on his knees facing away from Ievam. He glanced back to see if the rogue was ready. Itamar's tail swished behind him, his naked state giving Ievam a good view of what he was about to claim.
The rogue stepped closer to him and knelt down behind him. He stood tall on his knees and gently kissed the nape and side of his neck. Ievam slid a hand down Itamar's warm flesh of his back lower until his hand caressed a cheek of his buttocks. He kneaded the sensitive skin and kept kissing along the back of his neck while brushing his hair out of the way with his free hand.
Itamar tilted his head to the side to keep his ponytail away from his neck for easier access. He groaned slightly and moved his rear back toward Ievam, his tail brushing against the rogue's member briefly. Itamar's glance over his shoulder held a devious glint. He did that on purpose.
Ievam smirked at Itamar when he noticed his devious grin. He gently prodded Itamar's entrance with a single finger and paused to see if he was hurting him. He continued to kiss and nibble along his neck and shoulder while he kept his finger still inside of him.
Itamar found the finger uncomfortable at first, but quickly adjusted to it after a moment. He groaned lowly and shifted again, brushing his tail over Ievam's thigh to let him know he was ready to continue. He was actually quite surprised the rogue had been so gentle with him the entire time.
Ievam started moving his finger in and out of Itamar, simulating what he wanted to do to him. He loved how Itamar was using his tail to give him little signals. After a new moments of just using one finger, he slipped in a second and paused to let him adjust again. He thought back to his first time he was taken by a man and quickly suppressed the memory.
Itamar groaned softly when Ievam began moving his fingers again, suddenly gasping when Ievam found a spot inside him. The sudden flash of pleasure made his member twitch and Itamar pushed his rear back again to get Ievam to hit the spot again. He looked back at Ievam again, but this time with an expression of need.
Ievam studied Itamar's expression and kissed along his shoulder.
"I found it," he said and memorized that spot inside of him. He maneuvered his fingers so that they'd attend to the same spot within him. His own member throbbed with need, but he kept telling himself to hold it back.
Itamar's hips began to move in time with Ievam's fingers. Every time Ievam hit that spot, he moaned in pleasure, the volume steadily getting louder. After a minute of this, Itamar looked back at the rogue, panting with his face flushed. "Ievam...please.." He muttered, eyes glowing brightly in the haze of pleasure.
Ievam knew what he wanted. He withdrew his fingers and gently pushed on his upper body to get him to bend over onto his hands.
"It's easier if you get on your hands and knees for your first time," Ievam explained. He then held his hand up to his face and spit in it. He used his saliva to coat his own member so that it would slide into Itamar easier. He positioned his member at Itamar's entrance and held onto his hips and asked, "Ready?"
Itamar willed himself to stay relaxed as Ievam positioned himself, glancing back slightly when he asked if he was ready. "Yes." Itamar replied, swallowing slightly. Despite how gentle Ievam had been, he knew it would be uncomfortable at first, no matter what. His tail and tendrils curled slightly in discomfort as Ievam began to push forward, Itamar trying to remain relaxed.
Ievam groaned low in his throat at how tight Itamar was. He slowly pushed all the way into him and paused. He let out a quiet moan as his muscles involuntarily contracted around his thick member. He held onto his hips and wouldn't move until Itamar told him to or flicked his tail at him or something. He loved how he felt around his hard member though. He couldn't even remember what it felt like after being away from it for so long.
"Y-you're tight as hell," Ievam said and gently rubbed the top of his thigh.
Itamar was still attempting to adjust to Ievam's size. Even if the rogue wasn't Draenei, from Itamar's view it felt like he was. "And you feel larger than I anticipated..." He replied, shifting a little to try and adjust better. After a few moments, Itamar felt like he was ready, his tail moving to wrap around one of Ievam's hips. If that wasn't a good enough hint, he moved back against Ievam, groaning a little.
"It gets better," Ievam said and when Itamar's tail wrapped around his hip, he started an easy rhythm with his hips. He kept a hold of Itamar's hips and angled himself to that spot he found inside of him. He moaned a little and was glad he established a rhythm they could both keep. He loved how tight he was and found himself enjoying their encounter quite a bit.
After a few moments of the steady rhythm, Itamar started moving his hips back when Ievam thrust forward, moaning in pleasure as the rogue hit the spot inside him each time. The constant stimulation was driving him closer to the edge with each move. He wouldn't last too long if Ievam kept going at that angle. Itamar's moans were echoing around the trees, only interrupted by the words 'more', 'faster' and a few curses in Gutterspeak.
Ievam quickened his pace and started moaning loud himself. He was already close to his own climax, but he held it back to make the feeling last longer. He pounded harder and faster into Itamar and bit at his bottom lip to keep from erupting too soon. He wanted Itamar to experience it first.
It wasn't long until Itamar arched back and shouted Ievam's name, digging his fingers into the ground as he came all over the cloak beneath them. His muscles constricted around Ievam's member, spazming wildly as he came.
With one last hard thrust, Ievam came hard inside of Itamar. He threw his head back and arched his back in ecstasy as the passion took over. He shouted his name and dug his fingertips into his muscular hips. When he finally came back down to earth, he released his grip and slouched over him some in exhaustion. He panted and was perfectly content.
Itamar's arms were shaking slightly as he tried to hold himself off the ground, still catching his breath. He made a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a purr, smiling slightly as he glanced back at Ievam. "Heh...sorry, about the cloak…" he said. His voice was slightly scratchy from all the shouting/moaning he'd done.
"I'm not worried about it," Ievam said and slowly pulled out of him. He sat down on the cloak and grabbed his bag to use as a pillow. He laid back on it and looked over at Itamar and asked, "Are you gonna go back over to your corner or lay here with me?"
Itamar snorted and put his hands behind his head, laying on his back. He tried not to wince from the soreness. "Well, my 'corner' isn't warm, so I'll stay here." He replied, grabbing his own cloak and tossing it over them both.
"I take it you don't like cold?" Ievam said and looked up at the night sky. The sky was a strange hue of dark green instead of the customary navy. He couldn't tell what color it was anyway. He was colorblind. Ever since he was resurrected, he couldn't see any color. He just saw different shades of gray.
"If I'm naked in the middle of the forest, not really. Though, it is nice to get out of that armor." Itamar realized that was probably the most (non insulting thing) he'd said to Ievam since they 'met'. Itamar looked up at the sky as well, noting the odd coloring. At least the stars were out. A thought passed through his mind. Itamar glanced at Ievam for a second before moving his tail over to brush against the back of the rogue's hand. He smiled lightly.
Ievam felt Itamar's tail brush against his hand and a small smile came to his lips. Without a second thought, he reached his hand out for Itamar's and laced his fingers through his. He then said quietly, "You're going to be sore tomorrow if not already."
Itamar was quiet for a moment. "It was worth it." He replied, still looking up at the sky.