Night One

Orgrimmar at night was much as it was during the day, a buzzing metropolis, a giant living thing that had it's own pulse , it's own breath. As one half of the Horde wound down another was waking to taking their place. With the sun long set it's warm yellow hues where replaced by the the harsh neon glow of Goblin made lights, bright colours mixing with the fog rising from the slums and smoke from torches into a sickly green cloud that lingered everywhere as the city cooled.

From under one of these beacons of garish colour a Goblin stepped out, his single pinkish eye looking around the street looking for any potential trouble, something seldom far away when it came tot he clashing races of the Horde. He used long nails to scratch under the stiff leather patch over the other eye socket, it was still early, no danger of a group of beer soaked guards crashing in just yet. He turned around and growled out in a voice that spoke of little patience and a burning temper.

"Get your pretty arse out here, boy." He reached back into the recess of the doorway and pulled a much taller, cloaked figure from out of the shadows, a hood pulled up high around the males head and flowing from broad but slim shoulders. "Come on, your not a fucking queen move yourself."

The taller of the two yanked his hand away from the small green creature only for it to be grabbed from behind by a much larger hand of the same colour. Slippered feet stumbled as he was pushed in the back by and Orc and further out into the street.

"Alright, you oaf, get off me. I get the point!" The cultured voice from under the hood was softer by far than his two companions and again he pulled against the hand overwhelming his whole pale skinned forearm.

"Let go of 'im, Agguarm. We can't deliver 'im with broken bones and battered skin." The Goblin said with a sly smile "The Warcheif will wanna do that hisself."

Agguarm let go of the slim arm and laughed while pushing the cloaked man in the small of the back. "Move."

The three walked threw the streets of the City in silence, the Goblin leading the way and the Orc bring up the rear, his eyes trained on the back of the slim one between them. Nobody really bothered them, occasionally someone would try to sell one of them something and would be treated to a menacing growl from Agguarm or a well placed swear filled mouthful from the Goblin.

They only stopped moving when they reached the back entrance to the Warchief's living quarters, the single door was flanked on either side by guards who tensed at the approached but not much, they where hardly the most menacing of parties to come here and they must have been briefed already considering that the one to the left addressed the Goblin by name.

"Teredo Fizzcort?" The Orc guard looked down on the Goblin, who didn't even flinch at the massive bulk of raw muscle bearing down on him like an impending avalanche.

"Yep, that'd be me." He said with a wide grin full of teeth. "I brought the package the Warchief asked for, best we have." He hooked a thumb back at the cloaked fellow standing behind him. "Only the best for the leader of the Horde, am I right?"

"Why is that cloak over it." The guard asked, suspicion etched into his ugly scarred face. The orc moved around the goblin and advanced on the slim figure. "You trying to pull something, Goblin?" A large hand reached out to pull back the hood.

"We was told to be all hush hush like. Considerin' what he's got on under there you wouldn't want him walking up 'ere without it." Teredo sniggered "And I don't think the Big Man is gonna be happy if you unwrap his present for him out here for all eyes to see."

The Guard stopped with his hand an inch from the hood and looked at the other guard, the other Orc looked equally as confused as to what they should do. This man could be an assassin, he could have anything under there, they should look, it was their job after all. It wasn't that they thought the Warcheif could ever fall to something so weedy as they skinny thing under the cloak, after all he was Garrosh Hellscream...but still.

"Unless you think the Warchief can't take on a little slip of a lad like this." Teredo said as if reading their minds "If that's the case feel free...but you can be the ones to tell 'im. I wanna keep me teeth, ta." He scratched under the leather covering his eye again in an offhand motion.

That seemed to make up the guards minds and he slowly pulled his hand back and turned to the Goblin with a growl. He was not happy but if there was a chance that the goblin was right and he would piss off his new Master-in-chief he would rather not take the risk, and nor would his partner if the look on his face was anything to go by.

"Piss off then, Goblin. We will send for you when we need you again." The guard put one large hand around the back of the thin figure and guided him towards the door, rather more gently than the cloaked one had been expecting, looking back over his shoulder at the Agguarm who had been stood behind him, he heard the leather of his gloves creek like a warning, a promise.

"Pleasure doin' business with ya." Teredo spat on the floor and turned around, strolling away, accompanied by Agguarm who only gave the cloaked man a meaningful glare before he followed. The guard simply pulled his face at the two as they moved off and opened the door, shoving the slender figure in the back and pushing him threw.

The corridor beyond the door was short and dim compared to the room that it lead into, a large well lit space filled with animal skins and a huge table bearing the symbol of the Horde, all available surface was covered in documents and scrolls and maps, drooping over the side of tables, stacked on top of chest, rolled up in a rack on the wall, pins and little figures coving the continents or lengths of string spanning out like a spiders web.

"Up the stairs." The Guard grunted, the slim figure in front of him did as asked and moved to the steps across the room and started to climb. The room the set of spiral steps opened out into was clearly that of an Orc. More furs, a crackling firepit in the middle of the room filled with smouldering logs that glowed like bands and crackled like lightning and the large bulking form of an orc stood by a table braced on massive forearms of pure muscle reading something, his back to the new arrivals.

"Warchief, it's here." The guard said from the top of the steps, he seemed reluctant to come into the room, hovering in the shadows of the recess like they where some kind of shield. The orc at the table turned his head ever so slightly, to cast a glance behind him.

"Get out."

The guard nodded and turned on his heel, leaving his ward still standing by the arch to the stairs, while Garrosh Hellscream turned around to observe the slim cloaked form on his doorstep for a moment or two. He didn't speak and neither did the man under the hood. Then without warning the Orc moved towards the other and in a single swift move pulled the hood down.

What met those strong browed eyes was the elegant head of a Blood Elf. This particular Elf had a mass of dark ginger hair, elaborately braided and pulled into a loose tail that allowed the ends to haphazardly spill down his back and vanish under the neck of the cloak. Fiery green eyes looked back into the Warcheif's own, proud but unable to completely hide the intimidation.

Garrosh looked him over, then pulled on the gold cored that held the rest of the silken patchwork cloak on the elf's slim shoulders and watched as it dropped to pool on the floor. The naked torso was muscular but still lithe, not bulky or overly broad. Garrosh ran a hand over the flowing muscles slowly.

There where scars on the hips and crossing muscles, some flat and white, others pink and slightly knotted thick orange skinned fingers followed the path of a few of them. The left shoulder was an angry red, like it had been burned or scorched. His lower body was clothed in red and purple silks, the scarf skirt's woven gold thread band only staying in place with a single thin golden chain easily snapped.

"So your the best The Body Emporium has to offer." He had been expecting something flawless, something untouched and easy to mark.

"I am the best that they can afford to loose." The elf replied coolly. He was still looking at the Orc but his own tapered pale fingers where already at the chain on his hip, sliding under ready to break the thin metal and let the last of his clothing fall into the mass already piled on the floor.

Garrosh reached down and wrapped a hand twice the size around the elf's wrist and pulled it up, keeping the chain in tact. "No." He received a confused look from the creature in front of him. He squeezed, not enough to hurt the elf but enough to warn of his strength. "Serve me ale." He let go of the arm roughly and, on large bare feet, headed over to a large armchair backed with a great bear skin and sat, waiting.

The elf hesitated for a moment as he watched the large bare chested Orc march over to seat and then turned to look for the ale he was supposed to be serving. There was a large tapped barrel in one corner, the name Darkmoon Special Reserve had been branded into the wood. There was also a tankard that seemed to be made of bone standing on top. The lithe creature moved over to the barrel and took the tankard off the top, putting it under the tap at a steep angle and turned it.

Now that Garrosh could see the back of the elf he noticed that the angry red scorch mark he had seen on the males shoulder extended down the blade of his shoulder, tapering to a point, with more, smaller marks around the base of the shoulder-blade. He watched the pouring of the ale with almost as much intensity as he was the one pouring it, breathing threw his nose heavily, the ring making the breathing sound even louder in the silent room.

Slowly straightening the tankard as he poured, the elf turned the tap off and made his way towards the Warcheif with the full cup in two hands, hips swaying slightly with each step and stopped in front of him holding it out, handle to the Orc's massive hand. "Your ale, Warchief."

Garrosh reached out and took it by the handle and brought it to his lips, tipping his bald head back he started gulping down the amber foamy liquid and in less than five gulps the tankard was drained and handed back to the elf with a satisfied sigh. He ran the back of his hand over his mouth and nodded his head back to the barrel. "Another."

This repeated, in almost silence four more times, only the sound of the filling cup, the Warchief breathing deeply and that single word "another" passed between the occupants of the room. It wasn't until the sixth time the tankard had been emptied that the loop stopped with the bone cup being tossed onto the floor.

There was the slightest hesitation in the elf before he started to walk over and leaned down, leaching to pick it up. He was stopped by the command that barked from the Warchief watching from his chair like a hawk. "Leave it." The elf stopped and turned his head, fiery braids whipping round his shoulder to drop over his shoulder he observed the Orc, tilting his head to the side in question.

"What is your name?" Garrosh asked, gesturing for the Elf to stand and watching as he did so., eyes making a slow pass up and down the pale body as he turned to face the Orc, nonplussed by the way this evening was going.

When someone bought a whore or the evening they where not normally there for drinks and a conversation, and the fact that this was an Orc made it even more confusing, they where hardly the most challenging of customers to please. Take your clothes off, lay back, get the job done and collect the cash.

"Sin." The Elf said softly.

"What's your real name?" Garrrosh's voice had a bite of impatience in it, he was legendary for having a short fuse.

"Angelil Fireskin." Green eyes watched the orc closely, the wheels of his brain slowly ticking over, trying to work out what was going on? What was coming next? And why this was all so...awkward? It wasn't the awkward of a first timer ashamed of renting another person or afraid of intimacy...it was just...awkward.

"Come here." another short command.

Angelil walked over on silk clad feet to stand in front of the hulking muscular male only for those large hands to end up on his hips, tugging him forward so swiftly that his hands shot out and landed on the Warchiefs broad pectorals. The rest of him was manoeuvred like a rag doll till he was kneeling on the cushion of the chair straddling the Orcs legs.

"Has an Orc paid for you before." This close Angelil could smell the ale on Garrosh's breath and was very aware of the hands resting on his slim hips, warming the skin that had started to chill slightly even with the fire pit in the middle of the room warming the air around them.

The etiquette for this question was to lie, threw your teeth, instantly. The customer was there fore the experience not for the truth, but Angelil didn't think that lies where what this customer wanted. He rested his hands open palmed on the deep orange skin ned shoulders to make himself a little more comfortable and he could feel tension built up there.

"Yes, not many but some." He admitted, the tension didn't let up and he furrowed his brow slightly. What had the Warchief of the Horde so wound up and on edge? An Orc on edge was a dangerous thing to be around, let alone in the lap of, so slim fingers moved slowly, danced along thick muscle only barely touching the skin to find the right points to apply a light pressure.

"What are you doing?" Garrosh's head turned to the side to look at the hands that played along his muscles, a jerky motion before he looked at the Elf again, who didn't stop what he was doing and instead looked into the deep set eyes boring into him from under a strong brow.

"You're tense, Warchief." He said leaning closer and rested his own bare chest against one much harder and warmer than his own while his hand continued to work. "It's my job to solve that."

"It's your job to do as I tell you. Stop." The Orc growled.

"My apologies, Warchief..."He said, cold as a drift of snow, hands resting still again and pushing himself off the broad chest. He should have stopped there but frustration ripped the words from his mouth before his brain had the chance to stop them. "But you bought a whore, whore's are there to fuck and make you feel good and then get out of your life! So are we going to do this or are you just wasting my time! I don't understand what I'm doing here-"

He was cut off before he could continue the tirade by the Warchief yanking him closer by the hair and kissing him. Shocked he found himself floundering, fight or flight kicking in his first instinct was to bite and scratch at everything he could reach. He sank his teeth in like a panther and his long nails tried their best to bury themselves in tough skin.

This treatment seemed to have the opposite effect on the Orc and rather than letting go of the spitting viper he wrapped a muscular arm around his waist, pulled the elf closer and growling into the bite, huffing through his nose in delight at the roughness.

This actually helped Angelil to ground himself. The orc hadn't hurt him, he was just enjoying the kiss...as far as orc lovers went this was gentle, so he stopped fighting out of panic and started fighting for dominance. He took his teeth out of the thick lower lip and ran his tongue over the cut before pushing into the kiss. He continued to fight the Warchief, pressing himself closer, gripping his shaven head and putting his whole strength into getting his tongue deeper into the Orc's mouth.

Rumbling growls of pleasure rather than annoyance vibrated the chest below his, Garrosh tangled his large hand in the fiery braided hair and pulled the Elf away from the kiss looked him over. Angelil was breathing heavily, a little of the orc's blood on his lips from where he had sunk his teeth into Garrosh's lower lip, Glowing green eyes hooded with the beginnings of arousal.

"So you do have a set of balls under all that silk." Garrosh grinned, caring nothing for the bite that was still bleeding a little. "I hate simpering weaklings with no fight in them."

So that was the Warchiefs deal was it? Angelil smirked a little and licked the blood from his lips, the iron tang hitting his taste buds, long slow and deliberate so the orc could see every move of his tongue. Garrosh Hellscream liked to fight in all areas it seemed, He wanted a challenge in his bed not someone to just roll over and take it. Now the behaviour made sense, he was waiting for the Elf to snap and tell him where to get off, to put up a fight.

"You could have just said." Angelil leaned forward and licked Garrosh's bottom lip, the taste of blood had never bothered him, he had had his fair share of barely cooked meat and spilt lips. The kiss giving him more confidence in his moves "But I suppose that wouldn't have been any fun for you would it?"

"You elves pride yourselves on your brains, use it." He muttered as the slender creature licked his lip clean slowly. "Doesn't look like your scared of a fight" one large finger traced over a long knotted scar following the left side of Angelil's torso under his arm and ending at his hip. "Or do you just piss off your pimp?"

He lifted his arm to look down at the scar, He couldn't feel the touch on the actual scar, just the glide of thicker finger where it touched the clean flesh either side. "I was being chased by six pissed off Quillboar. Tried jumping a ravine that was wider than I thought...wider than they thought too. Took them a while to hit bottom." He smirked. "It was pretty satisfying when they did though."

That made the orc laugh, It was a deep rich sound full of mirth and it had the strange effect of giving him the overwhelming urge to kiss the orc again, he never was one to ignore and urg, so leaned up and took another one for himself trying his best to dominate the kiss but it was soon rested from him after a quick struggle by the orc who made another aroused growling in the back of his throat.

"Did I say you could kiss me?" Garrosh growled out when they parted lips again, though the growl was far from the tone of irritation the Orc may have intended. Angelil was much more into this contract than he had been at the start, now things felt comfortable, all traces of that awkward start had vanished in that one kiss. Not even the feel of the Orc wrapping his large hand around his throat worried him. The gentle but firm grip not cutting off his air, simply asserting authority.

"You didn't say I couldn't." He said with a shrug. "And I don't like being told I cannot have what it is I want..." He ran a finger over one of the scratches he had left on broad shoulders which started shaking with mirth again, but there was that hum of pleasure in the air, both of them enjoying the little back and forth.

"Let's see how big these balls of yours are." The orc let go of the Elf's neck and used both arms to carry the slender male into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them. Angelil smirked and took to using his position to his advantage, lips and teeth attacking the Warcheif's neck and earlobe to stoke the fires a little more before he was dropped onto the bed, literally.

Normally he would have lay back on the bed acting shy and inviting, but not with this customer, it wasn't what Garrosh wanted, and more to the point it wasn't what Angelil wanted either. Garrosh bore down on him moments after unloading him on the bed and met the eager elf coming up to claim him lips as he descended to take them. Arms wrapped around his smooth head and neck as they all but devoured each-others mouths.

Hovering over the bed as he was with one knee on the mattress, Garrosh was surprised when the elf used the position to his advantage, though it took all of the smaller creatures strength he managed to get the Orc all the way down onto the bed, laying on his back giving the smaller male chance to climb on top of him, straddling his hips, placing both hands on wide shoulders, diving back in for more rough kisses.

Allowing the Elf to stay on his perch for now, the Warchief took advantage of the body straddling his, one large hand gripping onto one hip and using it to encourage the Elf to grid against him, not that he took much encouragement. With their lower bodies rubbing against each other Garrosh could feel that there was nothing under that silk skirt but skin and he had an overwhelming desire to see it.

Angelil was well ware that he was moaning into the kisses, with the barest encouragement he moved his hips and the sounds of pure arousal increased. This was more than just doing his job, this was enjoyment, he could almost forget he was being paid for. When he felt the hand on his hip searching for the gold chain he pulled away from the kiss and slapped the hand away as he retreated.

The growl that issued from deep inside the Orc's chest was one of warning, Angelil ignored it and pushed up from his knees to stand over the Warcheif, looking down at him, feet planted either side of Garrosh's hips. chest heaving to try and drag in the air that he struggled to gain in the kiss. How the skirt had managed to remain clinging to his hips till now must have bee the work of magic, but still it obscured the Orc's view of what he desired.

Garrosh reached up to grab the chain but Angelil slapped his hand away again, another growl of anger laced with arousal at the disobedience, louder this time as the Orc was denied his prize. The bright green gaze was hooded and filled with pure lust but his eyes where not what caught the Orc's attention, one long tapered finger hooked into the chain and pulled, snapping it in two.

The silks fell away, revealing all of the Elf's body to his Orcish partner. Strong legs, a tidy patch of fire between them, more scars littering his skin and his member, proud and erect as he stood over him. Angelil allowed the Orc to look his fill before dropping to his knees again, letting his naked flesh grind against ever tightening leather clamped around Garrosh's very apparent desire.

Garrosh had been a little transfixed until that point, but when the contact was back he grunted and reached out to wrap one large hand around Angelil's throat again and tug him closer to his face, squeezing a little to cut off the ease of breathing, punishment for stopping him taking what he wanted, and he was pleased to see the defiance in those green orbs before they flickered shut as Garrosh lifted his hips into the grind.

Angelil's hands ran over the front of Garrosh's leather pants looking for the lacing , the feel of the Orcs body heat threw the cloth was like fire against his palms, the hardness had been pressing against him since they had started, it must be suffocating for the Orc not to be free of his confines. Searching finger pads found their mark and started tugging at laces, pulling the material apart. He knew he had been right when the pressure on his throat eased and the orc let out a long moan.

Angelil took this opportunity of more head movement to look down and concentrate on pulling his client's member free of the tight confines, sliding down his body, and pulling at the offending garments until the organ was in both of his hands, hot and heavy, much bigger than any Elf could ever be, but then again it was all relative.

Garrosh lifted his head and watched as Angelil used his hands to slide up and down, pleasuring him with his hands as he explored, he seemed fascinated by what was threw the tip of it. The Orc gave a snort past the ring in his nose. "Are you just going to look at it all day or are you going to do something useful with that smart mouth of yours?" Growling low in his throat, a hint of amusement.

"Is their nothing you Orc's wont get pierced?" the Elf said, looking the orange male right in the eye as his draw the flat of his tongue over the head, dragging over the bar threw the tip of the member and tasting the Warchief's desire as he did so. Not normally an act he enjoyed overly much but he was pleasantly surprised that Garrosh seemed to have bathed before he had been sent for. Not a courtesy his clients normally extended.

"I'll pierce you soon enough," Garrosh pushed himself up on one arm and extended the other to take hold of the back of Angelil's head by the hair and pulled his mouth onto the tip of his member roughly, not enough to choke the Elf, only enough to shut him up, he moaned at the tight heat that was suddenly all around the first few inches of his sensitive flesh, using his hand he started to set the pace he wanted,

Pale hands gripped tight orange thighs as his mouth was used, the thrill of being treated in such a way was like fire crackers going off down his spine. Other clients had to be careful with the whores they paid for, anything that put them out of action or marked them cost extra and this meant that the sex he was subjected to was lacklustre, no thrill, he was treated like glass. He hated it...but Garrosh...He pulled his head back using his arms to fight the grip on his head and managed to get back to the tip.

"Stop holding back...I can take it." He gasped, fighting to keep his lungs full of oxygen.

One look into his green flame eyes was all it took to tell the Orc he was being serious. He stopped fighting the pull on the back of his head and soon his mouth was full again, along with his throat. The satisfied grunting from Garrosh was enough of a reward for his efforts. Both of the chief's hands where on his head, the thumbs pressing into his cheeks sure to leave dark bruises as he was used.

Fucking hell the Elf couldn't have a gag reflex at all, the tightening of his throat around Garrosh's hard cock was like a glove, he had to remind himself that this was not the main event, he had to pull back enough to let the red head breath before he passed out. He watched as he sank in and out of those reddening lips and had to pull him off after only a few minuets, hand shooting down to squeeze tight at the base of his cock as he fought down his impending orgasm.

Angelil could do little more than lay on the bed panting for the moment as he fought to get his breath back, red hair like a halo of fire around his head. He was still hard, painfully hard with arousal, it was so odd to actually be hard not threw self pleasure but to be truly aroused by the act itself. His lips where full and slightly bruised, deep pink against pale skin, eyes watering slightly and he turned his head to see what his client was doing.

The Orc seemed to have gained back his control, he looked to the side and watched the Elf watching him, he smirked at the state he had left the man in and leaned down to kiss those reddened lips roughly, his tusks scratching the elf's cheeks only a little. Angelil moaned and pushed himself into it, giving as good as he got, not allowing the orc to win the dance of tongues, one hand resting on the larger chiselled jaw.

Pulled himself closer, the determined Elf started to climb back to his original position straddling the Warchief pulling back to break the kiss. He looked down on the Orc and lifted himself up and taking the Orc's thick member in his hand and guiding him into position against his entrance. He wondered what the bar would feel like inside him.

He was shocked when a pair of hands shot out to grab his hips to stop him from pushing back and impaling himself , his green eyes turned to the Orc's face with a look of slight worry. Had he done something wrong? Hadn't he wanted to go this far? Of course he did, so why was he stopping?

"Easy, you're gonna hurt yourself acting like that." Garrosh grumbled, both his thumbs sliding along pale hips in soothing circles. "it doesn't feel good if you force it for either of us."

Angelil felt a slight tenseness in his chest, the grip of some pleasant emotion he couldn't place when he realised the Orc was trying to make sure he didn't hurt him. Slowly he ran his hands down his own sides until they rested over the Orc's much larger hands , ghosting touches, light strokes from the pads of fingertips.

"I'm already prepared..." He said softly "It won't hurt me." He leaned forward and lay along the Orc's body to whisper seductively in his ear "Well...no more than I want you to hurt me..." he gave a sharp bite to the thick lower lip again before the Orc bridged the gap again and kissed him without warning and at the same time the hands on his hips became a vice like grip and he felt himself being breached.

Ok so maybe had been less prepared than he though he had been...or he had underestimated the size of his client maybe some lubrication other than that of nature would have been a good idea. The burn as he was stretched was like lava and he cried out into the kiss, the noise almost swallowed by the growl that Garrosh let out as he was clamped in tight heat. He didn't wait to long beofre he started to move, he couldn't and started rocking hard into the elf on top of him.

For the first few minuets Angelil was lost in the burning and the stretching, the pain was fading slowly into a deep hot pleasure as he was filled and emptied over and over again. The bar threw the others member was massaging his inner walls and sending new sensations threw his body with each moment, he silently decided that orcs where geniuses .

His arms where weak and they shook violently as he tried to forced himself to sit up on the large member hands curling into the pectoral muscles he was propping himself up against. He started to add his own motion to the equation, he opened his eyes and looked directly into the yellow eyes of the Chief, moving his hips down so that he sank further down onto the member as the Orc pushed up.

This Elf had guts, Garrosh had to give it to him, he defied him, he fought him and he was not adverse to pain and rough treatment, in fact he seemed to get as much pleasure from it as Garrosh did giving it . He was exactly what he had wanted, he had bought a whore but he had been presented with a fighter, someone that didn't give in spite of the odds stacked in front of him. If Garrosh was impressed by anything it was someone that proved themselves.

The rhythm they slipped into lasted for what seemed like hours but was in fact only minuets, the only sounds in the room where those of skin against skin, panting and moaning and growling. Angalil was lost to the throw of pure pleasure, he was riding the orc with reckless abandon, his hair like the living flame as he bounced up and down, head thrown back and back arced into a curve. His pale skin covered in a light sheen of sweat that made the orc's grip on his hips slightly less firm.

Soon the pace started to become anything but smooth, Garrosh was reaching his end and so too was Angelil. The Orc put one hand back around the Elf's throat and started to squeeze yanking him back down to share his mouth, the other took a renewed grip on his hip as he started to control the force behind the trusts,

Pulling the Elf's willing body down onto his member as he slammed inside with growl of lust he felt himself starting to loose his mind. He only realised that Angelil had come when the body around him tightened dramatically, the mouth against his letting out a choked cry of ecstasy and moments later he was hunching as the muscles in his abdomen tightened with his own end.

Time passed with no words, only the sound of heavy breathing as the two caught their breath, the elf splayed over the Orc's larger chest with his face buried in the crook of the Warchiefs neck. Two large orange hands resting on pale hips. There was a muffled groan of pleasure from the hidden face and Garrosh couldn't stop the lazy smirk from crossing his face and his strong fingers from kneading the pale flesh that was already gaining purple spots from his grip.

Now came the bit Anagelil was unsure of. He knew that he had been pre-paid for but normally they never left the brothel so he was not used being the one to do the leaving, and he found he really didn't want to leave at all yet. He felt heavy and he could hardly keep his eyes open he was so high on the afterglow. It didn't help that the Orc under him was still massaging him.

He was carefully rolled onto the bed to lay on his back while the lumbering Orc got out of the bed, finally pulling his pants off all the way and headed to a large jug of water and a cloth. The elf watched from under lazy eyelids as the cloth was dunked in the water and Garrosh rubbed himself down. He gave a slight sigh, seemed that it was over. He pushed himself up on the third attempt and stood beside the bed, reaching out and pulling his skirt from the foot of it.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up as he started fastening the hidden ties inside the skirt to cover himself. Garrosh was standing there naked, an impressive sight to be sure. He was holding the freshly cleaned cloth in one hand and giving the Elf a look up and down. Angelil let his hands drop, now clothed again.

"I thought you might like to get some sleep tonight...though if not I will happily stay." The Elf had no place to be tonight or any night for that matter unless someone paid for him.

The Orc walked over to him and pulled the skirt off him in one motion without so much as a word, then using the cloth he started to clean his chest, the rest of his body, caressing him in cool water that made the Elf moan ever so softly. This was nice...unexpected but defiantly nice.

"You sleep here." Garrosh said as he threw the cloth in the direction of the jug. "The guards will take you back in the morning after we are done."

"How could I refuse such an offer..." Angelil muttered as he smoothed his hands over that impressive chest he had been presented with.

"It wasn't an offer. It is an order." Garrosh growled as hands pulled him close and they started moving backwards towards the bed once again.

Angelil grinned. "For the Horde."