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Author: SevenTreasures

Pairing: WoW. NightElfxBloodElf, RoguexWarlock

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Yaoi. Anal. Blow job. PWP. M/M. N/C. N00b lock rape, lol. Evil Alliance. Useless Horde. Please try to enjoy it anyways……

Summary: A Sin'dorei warlock finds out you shouldn't go to Tanaris if you're not prepared enough. And a wandering sadistic Kal'dorei rogue teaches him the lesson, the fun way.

Untitled As Of Yet

A warm breeze blew across the vast desert of Tanaris on a mild summer evening. The full moon lit the sand up like small diamonds at the right angle, and the stars only added to the beauty of the land. Little vegetation and foliage were found, the terrain mainly filled with an endless desert and dark bedrock cliffs. It was like a different dimension sometimes if you lost yourself to the landscape. But, a lonely traveller didn't have to worry about that, because the monsters that inhabited the desert were enough distraction in itself.

There was the clang of metal against each other and a struggled cry as the Horde member slashed his dagger at the offending attacker, a human rogue who snuck up on him when he got too close to a camp. It was immediately obvious that this traveller was a warlock because of the minion he carried around and his lack of protective armor, like plate, mail and leather. At his side the large blue abomination was attacking also, slashing and swiping away. It was no time at all when the warlock leaned against a large boulder and wiped the sweat from his face, panting and gasping for air at the extended amount of time fighting. Damn, he hated when attackers got too close, he was absolutely useless at melee combat, but luckily his minions saved him every time.

"Master…" came the hiss of the voidwalker hovering beside him on a cloud of darkness, almost protectively. It's ominous glowing eyes stared intently and hatefully at a lone stranger in the distance. The Sin'dorei warlock opened his eyes and looked in the direction his minion was, and saw someone. He looked on in shock and mild fear, Alliance. From this distance… maybe a Night Elf. Most probably a rogue judging from his armor and the two duel wields on his belt.

"Shit… We have to move."

The Alliance member in the distance had no doubt saw them, it was quite obvious because he could just barely sense the eyes that were burning a hole in him as the enemy looked at the warlock. He hoped to Elune that the person didn't come after them. The warlock was never totally confident in his power to take on an actual challenge such as Alliance. But it looked like the person was fighting something, most likely what he was fighting himself, an enemy human rogue from the same kind of encampment.

"Maybe he didn't see us?" he asked himself. But he and his minion both knew that they'd been spotted, especially when the Alliance thrust his sword through his attacker and looked at them ominously. And the warlock couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, before he quickly turned around and started heading in the opposite direction. 'Maybe he won't follow…,' he thought hopefully.

The voidwalker followed obediently behind, sticking closely in case something went wrong. Strong, dark energy bristled the air because of the controlled anger the voidwalker experienced at the moment.

It was about an hour and a half later that the warlock had set up camp, seeing he wouldn't make it back to Gadgetzan before the sun rose. And he was starting to get too tired to do anything, especially spell cast, he was completely drained for tonight. Which was dangerous since a straggler might wander too close to his little camp, which was nothing special. Just a blanket to sit on and an overhanging rock cliff, and a small fire to complete it.

The warlock shivered uncontrollably as the desert started cooling down and tried wrapping his robes closer to his body, trying to stay warm. They weren't meant for cold weather, his robes, but being dark burgundy and a shale color with a few layers of black, they were good to absorb whatever heat was in the air. Hugging his knees to his chest, shaking a few dusty red hairs out of his face, and burying his face in the fabric covering his knees.

He almost questioned himself on why he even came to this God forsaken place, but quickly told himself it was for combat experience, since most of his companions he'd met on his journey, were a higher level of experience than him. And he wanted to show how he was not the defenceless and helpless warlock everyone thought him to be!

But he was soon loosing confidence in his ability, seeing how he'd lost his minion soon after he'd ran away from that one Alliance person. Straight into an enemy mob of another encampment. He'd escaped with a few bruises, a few cuts, nothing very serious, but only because his voidwalker had fought off the bulk while the warlock retreated to a safe distance, and lost. He mentally apologized to his minion, and would try to find a way to make it up to the big blue guy later.

The fire flickered and cracked loudly, and the warlock jumped at the noise. Frowning at the fire, seeing absolutely nothing wrong-- Until a cold blade was pressed to his neck.

He immediately froze, and thought that he was being ambushed, but just as quickly he realized that the ignorant enemies from before wouldn't be so subtle and cunning. And his mind remembered the Alliance member from earlier.

A deep, harsh voice announced it was indeed Alliance, seeing how they didn't speak any Horde language, instead the Darnassian language. A Night Elf? Was it the one from earlier? Dammit if it was! He didn't have anything to defend himself from a rogue right now.

The voice spoke in a dangerous tone, and the warlock could only imagine what was being said to him. Probably something about 'Filthy Horde', or 'What's a small, vulnerable Blood Elf warlock doing out in there here parts, hu?'

The blade pushed harder against his neck and he flinched, voicing his discomfort with a whimpering cry. He didn't know why, but the sword was removed from his neck and instead pointed straight at his face when his attacker moved from his side to stand in front of him. The warlock looked up, trying not to look scared, but the Night Elf's obviously taller form was quite intimidating especially in a sitting position.

This particular Night Elf looked especially threatening, two bright glowing blades in his hands, and elegant leather armor across his chest and legs.

"What do you want?" asked the warlock in a shaky, but firm voice. He'd be damned if he let this Alliance scum see him shiver in terror against him. He was a proud Horde member, and didn't want to insult his honor.

The Night Elf smirked at the seemingly tough tone, not understanding a word of the Thalassian, but could guess the puny Sin'dorei was trying to act big, even thought he was at a clear disadvantage.

The sword was pressed to his chest, dangerously pressing against his ribcage, threatening to rip through his thin robes and pierce his heart. The warlock cried out in shock and fear, trying to inch away from the sword but the rocks at his back prevented that, the other sword hung in the Night Elf's other hand, waiting to be used.

"If you want my gold, take it," he said, gritting his teeth, praying he wouldn't die tonight.

The Kal'dorei rogue knelt to one knee and grabbed the warlock harshly around his delicate neck, which would probably break no sweat against the larger stronger male before him. The Sin'dorei whimpered as the hand started squeezing around his windpipe, threatening to suffocate him. His hands instinctively went up and his clawed fingers tried prying the hand away, which only became tighter, and the sword pushed further against his chest. He quickly stopped resisting, and looked helplessly at the Night Elf, his glowing green iris' trying to plead for this life. "Leave me alone!" he rasped.

There was little hope for escape, if anything, rogues were the most difficult to battle for him, and he didn't have his demon out, nor did he have enough strength to cast proper curses. No doubt this Night Elf was stronger than him. He had no chance.

Again the Night Elf smirked, showing his sharp fangs in an arrogant and dangerous way, leaning in and hissed in the Blood Elf's ear in that strange Darnassian. But he had an idea of what he was saying, since he put down his swords and basically crawled on top of the warlock, pinning him roughly against the rock wall, earning a short whimper.

The Night Elf whispered something in his ear that was awfully seductive and shallow. The warlock started to sweat in the tight hold of the rogue, and the dangerous situation he was in, although he still tried to lean away, get as far away from the Night Elf as possible.

He wanted to protest, but what was the use? He could tell this rogue wasn't going to let him go so easily.

With expertly crafty hands, the Night Elf took his spare hand and sneaked it through the warlock's robes, the loose fabric around his stomach easily thwarted as it was tugged loose from his sash around his waist, the cold blue-tinted hand snaking over the skin on his stomach up to his chest. The warlock shuddered at the unusual feeling, squirming to get away, but was chocked as the Night Elf started suffocating him for a moment, before loosening his grip, warning against resistance.

The warlock tried not to move anymore, but stiffened when the calloused fingers traced around his nipple and squeezed it harshly, causing the warlock to grind his teeth to stop from crying out. The Kal'dorei grinned arrogantly, and dragging his claws down the center of the warlock's chest, causing deep welts, and red lines to his pale, fragile skin. The Sin'dorei found his voice gasping and panting when soft, smooth lips traced the tense muscles in his neck, sharp fangs grazing gently against his skin.

The Blood Elf asked, pleaded, for the rogue to stop, knowing the tone in his voice should speak for him. But there was always a time in someone's life where they had to grin and bare it, or kick and scream. To the warlock this was a kicking and screaming time, so he got the courage to raise his unbound arms and push against the Kal'dorei's chest, and struck his legs out to try and boot the Night Elf off of him.

But, only expected, the weaker man was overpowered and pushed harder against the rock wall by the throat and promptly backhanded. Hard. Enough to twist his head to the side, leaving an almost instant bruise and a split lip, the hit would likely cause a nose bleed also.

The warlock was stunned for a few moments, until the pain quickly became aware and he hissed in pain, grabbing his swelling cheek. He was completely released for a few seconds, feeling the Night Elf get off only to rearrange himself and grab the Blood Elf's thin wrists tightly and shove them against the rock wall, causing the Blood Elf to wince in discomfort.

And to a rogue's reputation, he neatly and gracefully tore away the warlock's robes, opening the dark fabric to show a lean, thin but muscular torso. For a moment, the Night Elf seemed to admire the Blood Elf's body, a few drops of blood dripping from his chin onto his exposed collarbone, which was slowly licked away by the raspy tongue of the rogue. Tracing the lines, curves and dips of his clavicle, up to his bruised neck and to his chin. Biting the Sin'dorei's bottom lip, causing a small shriek of pain, before the rogue's lips connected roughly with the warlock's, pushing hard against the kiss so that the Blood Elf's head was pressed to the rock behind them, tightening his grip on the frail wrists and pinning them above both their heads more fiercely.

After sucking on the bloody lip, tasting the delicious red liquid seeping in a lazy stream down the Sin'dorei's chin, the Night Elf licked his lips, and it was in such close vicinity that the warlock could get a better description of his predator's face. He was actually quite handsome, and quite unusual, seeing how the average Night Elf had sharp, crude features this guy had soft edges, yet still very masculine. His skin was a darkish blue, and his eyes were glowing white. His long hair hung in heavy bangs on the sides of his face, and the warlock could just make out that his dark green hair went down to his waist, the silky tresses falling over his shoulder to tickle the exposed skin on the warlock's stomach, causing a few goose bumps.

One last quiet plea for escape slipped out the Blood Elf's lips before the Night Elf sealed his voice in with another kiss, equally harsh and unforgiving, this time he pried his jaw open with his hand and shoved his tongue between the Sin'dorei's lips and teeth and roughly petted his mouth with his long tongue, again making the smaller elf whimper helplessly, not daring to bite down, fearing the consequences.

The Night Elf's hands once again found their way around his skin, his sharp nails ghosting over the scars on the Blood Elf's stomach and chest from previous battles that hadn't ended that well, and if anything else, the Night Elf seemed satisfied or possibly proud that the warlock had a few battle scars. In response to the fingers exploring his body, sometimes finding himself curving his back into the Night Elf, a strange warmth spreading through his body, much like the arcane magic he craved as much as the rest of his race.

Don't tell him he was getting turned on by this… It sounded odd that being sexually harassed like this against his will was pleasurable. Of course he didn't like this, his Horde's honor being dominated by this Alliance! His body could betray him, but he wouldn't give this Night Elf the satisfaction of breaking him.

The Blood Elf cried out when the Night Elf bit his neck with his fangs, feeling it graze over his skin down to this shoulder, and eventually to his chest where the rogue bit and nipped at this skin, making the Blood Elf grind his teeth as to not make another sound.

The Night Elf mumbled something, the warlock didn't get it, but the tone of his voice was sultry and smooth, in a carefree sort of way. He started getting an idea of what was said when the Night Elf grabbed his shoulders and yanked him forward so he had to catch himself on his knees and hands. A quick flash of panic passed his face when the Night Elf smirked, grabbed his cheek tenderly and kissed him again, more gently this time.

The taller man leaned back to sit on his heels, and moved to his knees, grabbing the back of the Blood Elf's head, firmly tangling his fingers in the burnt sienna colored hair that was in a spiky ponytail, yanking the Sin'dorei forward. The Night Elf's coy smirk grew more mischievous as his spare hand went for his leather belt, expertly undoing the metal clasp and unhooking it, undid and opening his pants. And the Blood Elf could do nothing but watch as his fate was being sealed, getting frightful and panicky.

He sobbed gently, feeling the most helplessly vulnerable he'd ever felt in his mature life. A heavy sense of shame over swept him, he was a warlock! A Sin'dorei, and a member of the Horde. To be overpowered so easily like this was just humiliating. But before he could wallow in self-pity and hate, the Night Elf tightened his grip and pulled out his impressive erection, semi-hard with sadistic pleasure.

The Blood Elf kept telling himself that this rogue was probably much more experienced than him, he had stealth and agility, whereas he wasn't ready for such an attack and certainly not this kind of attack.

He started getting more anxious when the Night Elf forced his head forward towards the thick, long cock. The rogue spoke again, in a low warning tone, baring his sharp fangs at the smaller elf, and the warlock knew what was wished of him. Opening his mouth wide enough so that he could wrap his lips around the rogue's weeping cock. It tasted so odd and foreign. Salty, bitter and suffocating thick in his mouth. He winced when his hair was jerked, and started to suck on the head, whining as he did so. The Night Elf seemed to love the noise he made, for he smiled.

The warlock tried quickly to adjust, praising the Gods that he had a small gag reflex, putting some weight on his palm to he could put his other hand on the Night Elf's hip and started moving his head up and down slowly, still sucking on the tip. And then the Kal'dorei spoke again, soothing and soft, almost in a lullaby tone, praising the Blood Elf for his efforts, except for the sharp nails digging into the back of his skull, insisting. So the warlock added in some tongue. The cock in his mouth quivered and he heard a small noise of pleasure from the Kal'dorei.

The Blood Elf bobbed his head up and down, grabbing the base of the rogue's cock, taking only how much he could fit into his mouth. He felt even more shameful by now, submitting himself to this in exchange for his life. Or what would be left after this, if he did survive that is. He'd be left with the evident knowledge of this disturbing, embarrassing act for the rest of his life. Just another secret he had to store away with the rest…

The Sin'dorei sucked, slurped, and rasped his mouth over the long erection, sometimes forced to take more than he could hold in his mouth when the Night Elf bucked his hips upward, coughing before he tried pulling away for more air. Surprisingly the Night Elf let his hair go, and the Sin'dorei panted for air, licking his lips, wincing at the taste, getting a sense of having room in his mouth again.

The Night Elf grabbed his chin, the warlock tried shaking it away, but the rogue didn't let go. He wore a snide smirk, arrogant and dominating, and said something. It was getting to a point where the foreign language was calming and interesting to hear. His voice was very smooth, this rogue thought he'd won the better game, and in some cases it might have been true. But, the warlock had a strong will, and wouldn't be dominated this easily.

The Kal'dorei licked up his cheek, and nipped the tip of his long Elvin ear, making the elf shudder. The warlock tried to relax, if he at least tried to enjoy this it might be less torturous. And then he immediately threw away the thought. Enjoying the touch of an enemy was sickening and dishonourable! The Blood Elf flung his arms out trying to ready an attack of some sort, maybe if he stunned him for a second…

But his wrists were grabbed and tightly gripped before he could try and activate his magic. The Night Elf's face turned sour and angry once again, and leaned forward to bite unmercifully at the exposed skin of the warlock's collarbone and the nape of his neck, leading to his shoulder. The Blood Elf yelled in agony, maybe if he tried calling for help, but to be seen like this would possibly be more humiliating than what was sure to come, but either way the rogue clapped a hand over his mouth, quieting his voice, and continued using his mouth to abuse the soft, frail skin of the warlock's body.

He shut his eyes and whimpered into the rogue's leather clad hand, tensing up under the sting of the rogue's fangs as they pricked and broke the top layers of his skin. He was starting to put up a hot sweat, drops dripping down his temples to his neck, and made his small cuts burn. Latching his clawed hands onto the rogue's padded shoulders, curving his back up against the Night Elf.

The Night Elf pulled him closer and dug his fangs into the delicate flesh of the Blood Elf, and the smaller man screamed into the leather glove. The raspy tongue of the rogue lapped at the blood that dripped silently down the warlock's shoulder.

The small campfire flickered and the Blood Elf found himself on his back, laying on the blanket he'd set out to protect himself from the sand. The Night Elf pinned his shoulders hard against the soft ground, and the Sin'dorei looked up at the rogue with wide frightened eyes. The Kal'dorei rogue smiled gently and leaned down to ghost his lips over the unmarred side of the warlock's neck, and the warlock tried leaning away from the soft touch. He winced at the heavy body laying over him, he could tell there was little hope of escape by this time, there was no point in even trying anymore...

The Kal'dorei moved quickly, kicking open the warlock's legs and settling between them, wrapping his fingers around the offending sash and yanking the robes away from the Sin'dorei's flesh, leaving him exposed to the eyes of the rogue. The warlock's face flushed and he looked away, shameful, with a scowl on his face. The Night Elf smirked, and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look him in the eye, emerald green met piercing silver, then warlock glared and pulled away, the Night Elf didn't do anything about it. Instead he laughed gently in his throat, his voice was deep and lusty when he spoke again. Probably telling him 'Calm down.' or 'You elf's look cute when you blush.'

The rogue thrust his hips upwards experimentally, grinding his large erection against the unprotected backside of the the warlock. Involuntarily, the warlock shuddered and groaned at the odd feeling. The rogue bit the tip of his leather glove and slid it off his hand. The warlock asked for the rogue to stop again, and as expected the rogue would have no word of it, instead he prowled over the smaller man and dropped his hand over his lips. Tracing the bottom lip before the top, and the warlock gasped, and the Night Elf took the advantage and slipped two fingers through the wanting lips and pressed against the moist cavern.

The Sin'dorei warlock made a struggling noise, but the sharp poke in his side from the rogue's enchanted dagger promoted him to not try anything, the glowing blades sparked and sent a dangerous tingle across his skin. He hesitantly dragged his tongue along the calloused fingers, sucking on the tips, gently nipping the pads before going back down, taking them deep into his mouth, much like he'd done with the rogue's cock moments ago.

The Kal'dorei rogue looked pleased, a soft smile on his face as he watched the warlock slick his fingers up, and he was slowly starting to get more hard at how well the Sin'dorei sucked on his fingers, it was like he'd done this many times before. The thought only spread his grin and aroused him more, imagining about what might have happened to his poor, little warlock.

The Kal'dorei hummed contently as he let the elf's tongue rasp and suck on his fingers before he snatched them away, leaving the elf panting as he looked up at the rogue with wary eyes. His glare was only replied with a loving touch on his cheek and then the rogue kissed the warlock once more, shutting out his scream as the rogue curved his long, wet finger through the ring of muscle and unmercifully invaded the warlock's orifice.

The Sin'dorei shut his eyes tightly and cried out again, his eyes starting to sting as a few tears tried escaping. He tried his best to not squeeze his muscles in response to the rough invasion, he knew it would only make it hurt more than it did now, but damn it was hard to relax. He tried to pull away on instinct, but the rogue leant down and licked slowly along the nape of his neck to his earlobe, trying to lull him to relax. It didn't help that much, if anything it made thing worse as the warlock tried to push the rogue off of him. But he was overpowered and forced back onto his back.

The warlock moaned in a strained way when the rogue curved his finger to rub against the walls inside him, arcing his back to push up against the rogue, God it hurt but less than the first time the rogue put his finger in him. He started to relax around the digit inside him, and the rogue seemed pleased again, smiling down at him, getting into a better position so he could bite the soft skin on his chest. Sometimes raking his teeth over one side of his chest and nipping the Blood Elf's nipple on the other side, this caused the Blood Elf to groan in pain but not unwanted-pain, to say.

The rogue said something again, he didn't know what, it sounded like an arrogant and belittling comment though judging by the look on his face when the warlock dared to crack open an eye. And he added a second finger, the warlock cringed and made an uncomfortable groan, again trying to get away from the pain of the added appendage. The rogue hushed him, his hand still over the warlock's mouth, but he took it away when he needed extra leverage to hold himself up while he molested this elf.

The air smelt stale for some reason, and the moon less lustful, and the sand more rough when the Blood Elf gasped for air, panting and yelling whenever the Night Elf made a sudden move with his fingers. And then he was stretched when the Night Elf spread his fingers in a scissor motion. The Blood Elf cried out in surprise and pain, but he felt his muscles try to adjust as best they could. Panting hard but slow, he could feel his body light on fire, against his will, when the Night Elf's fingers brushed against a certain spot. A wanton moan escaping his lips as they did so.

The Night Elf chuckled, and cooed the warlock, brushing back a long burnt-red bang out of the Blood Elf's face, wet with sweat. In response the Blood Elf nearly leaned into the hand, but he was interrupted with a surprise third finger found it's way inside him, pushing his muscles apart with little care, and he screamed before it died down to a whimper. His legs pushed his body up against the rogue again, absently grinding against the rogue's tall erection, and the Kal'dorei let a lustful hiss slither through his teeth.

It must have been then the Kal'dorei lost his self-control or something, because he quickly pulled his fingers back, to the surprise of the Sin'dorei, and lifted his legs up and out so they were spread wide enough so the taller elf could get into position, lifting the Blood Elf's narrow hips up and swiftly shoved into the waiting entrance set before him.

The warlock screamed, clawing at the ragged blanket they were laying on, and threw his head back, biting his lip to take his mind off the horrible, stretching pain in his rear as the Night Elf didn't stop for him, pushing in all the way, as deep as he could go. A sob was heard from the warlock as he felt a tear slip from his eye, willing his body to dismiss the stinging, feeling he wanted to go back to the fingers instead of this mighty girth stretching him wide.

He heard the Night Elf sigh in release as he finally got what he came for, his aching erection finally inside the tight, hot, wetness of the warlock. His nails dug mercilessly into the flesh on his hips, and he started at a brutal pace, holding the elf in place as he pounded into him. It felt so good, he wanted to go faster and harder, but the frailness of the little warlock wouldn't hold against the fierce brutality of the rogue. He'd save that for later.

The warlock was already getting sore, his insides starting to bruise as the head of the Kal'dorei rogue's cock slammed into his soft insides with such a force it caused his back to scrape against the thin fabric of what was left of his dark robes, and the even thinner blanket below them, feeling the uncomfortable unevenness of the sand below dig into his back. The pain was heavy, dammit it hurt a lot, but it was odd that he became aware of a scorching heat spread from his lower back through his spine to his brain and groin, causing him to relax for a second before the sting came back. He could imagine he'd be very sore, and probably crippled for a while to come after this. The rogue was anything but gentle about this.

The rogue leaned his head back and moaned as the pounded deeper. The air was filled with the slap of flesh as the Kal'dorei increased his speed, holding firmly onto the warlock's hips as he did so. His cock disappeared deep into the elf's tight tunnel, over and over, harder and faster, the saliva from the blow job and the Night Elf's finger stretching made it slightly less painful for the elf, but still incredibly uncomfortable and strange. In his life he'd never went this far when someone… attacked him. He'd never been one to put up a good fisty's fight, so it was relatively easy to defeat him, which is why he was liable prey for this type of purpose.

The Night Elf scraped his nails down from his hips to his ass, spreading his cheeks so get a little deeper, wanting to get as much of the warlock as he possibly could. Making a pleasured noise in his chest as he closed his eyes in rapture when the warlock's muscles spasmed around him, and he increased his speed, before slowing down to saver the utterly delightful feeling of the rippling muscles around him, slick and hot.

The smaller elf cringed and straightened his back, lifting off the ground to push back onto the impaling erection inside him, letting out a long moan as he bit his teeth together. The Night Elf rolled his hips, massaging one of his most sensitive spots deep inside him. His claws dug into the skin of his palm, spreading his legs farther apart for the rogue unconsciously.

The rogue made a feral growl of pleasure, making the elf below him gasp when his nails started scraping away a few layers of skin when pangs of pleasure hit him hard. He gradually started going faster again, liking the wonderful sounds the Sin'dorei made when he went insistently against him, holding the warlock close to him and grinding himself into him. But he felt his pleasure being pent up, and it didn't feel great, so just as quick as he'd slowed his pace, he sped up to pounding unmercifully into the elf, thinking of his own pleasure for the moment.

The poor warlock was basically screaming in clouded pleasure, a few salty drops fell from his shut eyes onto the ground below, pain lingering and throbbing his insides, making him want to stop, but his body thrived for the Night Elf to fuck him even more. He hated both of those ideas. He didn't want to be dependant on this man to help him with his sexual problems and his inability to get laid outside of rape, one-sided that was. But he'd dwell on this later, a particular hard thrust into him sent his mind spiralling, and he had a sense the Night Elf felt the same for they both moaned loudly, one more agonizing and the other filled with lust.

It came to a point where the Blood Elf couldn't help himself any longer, and his clawed hand grabbed his hard shaft and started pumping in time with the rogue's hard, fast pace. He was screaming, gasping, hissing and yelling as the rogue's thrusting reached a new level, and the muscles inside the warlock spasmed again, more fiercely this time. They were both reaching their limits now.

The Night Elf grunted deeply and grabbed tightly onto the warlock's legs, hammering into him still as he moaned his release, his orgasm shooting deep within the warlock, thrusting in and out to milk himself clean, before he eventually slowed down. The Blood Elf himself had finished his orgasm just as the Night Elf's started, his mouth open and panting hard as his creamy semen shot onto his bare stomach and abdomen, stifling another whine as he felt his insides be filled with the rogue's hot orgasm.

After a few moments to recover, the Kal'dorei rogue lifted his head, a beat of sweat dripping down his nose to break on the stomach of the elf's, his eyes looked over the post-orgasm face on the warlock. He looked so incredibly fuckable right there that he feared another erection. The small elf looked totally spent, his face slack, flushed and dripping with sweat, his long eyebrows knit together as he tried to collect himself, and he was completely breathless, hair sticking to his forehead.

Still inside the Sin'dorei, the rogue leant down to kiss his warlock on his temple gently, and smoothed his fingers across the red, scabbing cuts he'd made over his entire body. Evidence of their activity dripping down the warlock's marred thighs onto the blanket. Finally getting up enough energy to pull out of the Blood Elf, making a little pop as he did, he leaned back on his feet and quickly fastened his clothing into place, sticking his duel wields back onto his belt and abruptly standing up. His eyes softened at the picture in front of him, and he smiled, baring farewell to his little elf in his strange Darnassian language, and disappeared, falling into stealth.

After a moment's time, the Blood Elf opened his eyes to find the Night Elf gone, sticky liquid drooling down his ass and a feeling of having absolutely no body movement at all. He sure had low stamina for after-sex minutes. With a struggling sound, he turned over onto his side and tried to refasten his robes, trying to at least hide his abused body from the world until he could wash off somewhere. When his sash slipped through the metal ring, firmly held there, his robes straightened up and his hair combed, he sat up. Hissing at the stinging pain in his rear.

Maybe he'd see that rogue again, maybe he wouldn't. Question was, if he did, what would happen?

He chose not to dwell on the thought, instead a heavy blackness clawed at his vision as fatigue started taking over. Within seconds of laying back down on the uncomfortable ground, he was asleep.

A/N: Uh…. TBC? Okay….. I'm not sure how that turned out… Either way!! This is like the first yaoi I've written in… EVER! Gimme a break. Hope the useless warlock and all-around-superior rogue was…fun. I hate myself D; Don't worry, next fanfic I'll be sure to make the warlock not a fucking pansy, unless that's what you suck fucks are into LOL. R&R plz? KTHNXBAI

P.s. I love this warlock a lot so I might put him in another WoW fic, not sure yet. I'm not totally confident in my ability to write yaoi yet haha. For now… SLEEEEEP!