This was originally going to be smut but it turned out so sweet I just couldn't.
Sothan growled, angrily slamming the door to the rented room he shared with his Beloved, and headed towards the bed with the intent of sleeping off his frustrations.
"I swear, they're toddlers." He muttered, angrily kicking his boots off, "Couldn't plan their fucking way out of a paper bag, no they have to leave all the hard work to their precious leader." His gloves fell to the floor gracelessly, creating a loud thump, "I hate it, I hate them, their stupid faces." His helmet fell to the floor a little ways away from his gloves, a rattling noise fillings the room as it rolled around. He flopped face first onto the bed, groaning.
Wirin, having looked up when the door flew open, looked at Sothan worriedly, wondering what managed to not only get his panties in such a knot but also what shoved it straight up his ass. He set his book down on the table next to him, moving to poke his poor, stressed Beloved who probably caused multiple noise complaints with his little episode. The only thing that was given as a response was a tired groan.
Wirin knelt down and gently massaged Sothans feet, planting feather-light kisses on his ankle occasionally, earning him a happy hum. His ministrations continued, making sure his Loves rage had dissipated to a moderate amount before stopping.
He sat down on the bed next to Sothan quietly, idly running his fingers through his Lovers soft, brown hair.
Sothan hummed contently, loving the affectionate gesture after having been screamed at for the past four hours. He rolled over, gazing up at his Lovers beautiful face. He watched in an almost dazed state as his Sweethearts black hair fell over his shoulders as he shifted, the way his fel green eyes shimmered behind his reading glasses. He sighed happily when a tan hand softly stroked his own pale cheek, nuzzling it joyfully.
Wirin smiled, lightly stroking Sothans jaw with his thumb, "Glad to see you aren't ready to rip someones head off anymore, Lovely." After years of being exposed to Sothans rage he's learned to never question it, only to offer comforting touches and words and just wait for his fury to dissipate.
"Mmm... Same. The warrior life is a life filled with an intense, fiery rage that not even the bravest of men can face." Sothan nuzzled his face further into Wirins soft hands.
Wirins eyebrows raised, "So, does that mean I'm the bravest of men?"
"Nooooo, you're Lovey, I'd never hurt you, rage filled or not."
Wirin let his hands wander, gently pulling off his Beloveds armor and quietly stashed them under the bed, leaving him in nothing but an undershirt and a simple pair of cloth pants. After all the armor was stripped away – his own armor having been taken off when he arrived, far before Solthan made his grand entrance – he gently folded up his reading glasses and placed them on the bedside table before crawling further up the bed, opening his arms for his Lovely to crawl into.
He quickly shuffled his way into his Loveys arms, relaxing further when tan arms began rubbing up and down his own pale ones. He sighed blissfully, planting little kisses to the tan skin he loved so much, listening to Wirin hum quietly in the back of his throat the sound reverberating in his chest.
They both sat there in a comforting silence, rubbing shapes into each others skin, occasionally sharing a quick kiss whenever they locked eyes. They both slowly drifted off into sleep, murmuring a quiet 'I love you' to each other before falling asleep with small smiles on both of their faces.
I really like these characters, I plan on writing more of them when possible. I will also be uploading a different Warcraft story soon, one with an actual plot so if you want you can look out for that.
Thanks for reading!
