Hello everyone. Here's a brand new wow fanfic. I don't own anything that has to do with blizzard.

This is a male x male fanfic! Don't like, don't read. Rated M for obvious reasons, wink wink.

Please review!

-Allie

-A Voice As Smooth As Ivory-

Chapter 1 – Headaches

Brewfest was beginning, and Kendin had already been booked for a show months before.

"Kendin, stop daydreaming and listen to me. You know about the Brewfest show in Orgimmar. I've already bought our tickets for the zeppelin ride the week before. So pack your things, and we'll be off to Borean Tundra tomorrow. Oh, by the way, there is a new bodyguard that I begged to tag along. You'd know him when you saw him. He's quite the charmer.." A female Blood elf with auburn hair rolled her eyes to herself to accompany her sarcasm. "He didn't say a damn word. Ah wait, he said 'I'll be there.' that's it Kendin. Can you believe that?" His manager continued her breathless rambling as Kendin stared at her with a tired expression.

"I'm completely shocked Arella. Now where is the sheet music of the songs I'm singing?" Kendin leaned back in his plush chair, placing an elbow on the arm and his fist under his chin. Arella smiled and handed him a thick envelope. "Have fun Kendy!" She turned on her heels and pranced out of the room, leaving Kendin to stare at the doorway before glancing back down to the envelope. He sighed and slid his fingers inside the package, pulling out the dozens of music sheets. His eyes traced the notes on the first page and he began to hum the newly written melodies.

"Arella, are you okay?" Kendin stared at the petite blood elf riding opposite of him, her curls bouncing, face slightly green. One look in his direction and he felt a pang of pity in his chest. "Should we take a break?"

Arella waved her hands at him. "No no, I just need some water." The water was brought to her almost instantly by a guard and she held the container in her fragile hands.

They had been riding Talbuks at a steady pace from Sholazar Basin for a day and were expected to arrive at Warsong Hold a week before Brewfest began. Kendin was seemingly required to perform at every major holiday and/or large achievement celebration of the Horde. He was known as the 'Ice Prince' for his blue, glowing eyes, velvety voice, and almost untouchable appearance. Kendin was one of the few blood elves with bluish eyes. His family line had lacked the fel-taint that almost all blood elves carried. Tall, dark, and handsome was a common way to describe Kendin, having short hair black as pitch, flawless skin, a perfectly proportioned body, and the voice of an angel. The Warchief loved to hear him sing in the many languages he knew, meaning Thrall wanted to hear Kendin sing every time he felt the need. Even though he was known for his voice, Kendin was an excellent healing Priest and attended almost every battle the leaders of the Horde needed to fight.

"Alright, we're almost there anyway." Kendin reached down to pat the fur on his Talbuk's neck and smile gently up at Arella.

"Ah! Finally!" Arella cried as she pointed a thin finger to the zeppelin drifting towards Warsong Hold. She turned to Kendin and jumped up and down. "Come, come! Booze and delicious food, we're on our way!" Kendin chuckled and grasped the large backpack that rested at his feet, pulling it over his shoulder and taking the first steps onto the zeppelin. He was on his way to his room when his eyes caught the gaze of a lone troll, with pale skin and frosty white hair. Kendin froze, mesmerized by his tense expression. The troll wore black and blue plate armor, covering every inch of his body other than his face. The plate shined in the morning light, yet made him seem fierce and forbidden. He wore a dark cloak that flowed behind him, and his large, ivory tusks were wrapped with navy blue bands at the base. Kendin scanned him up and down with wide, glistening eyes, until the troll's gaze turned down and he took a few wide strides towards the blood elf. They met face to face, blue eyes locked and searching. The troll held out his calloused hand and his frozen-looking lips parted slightly.

"Hello." Kendin jumped at the cold touch of the death knight's hand and his double-layered voice. His lips quivered but smiled kindly up at the troll.

"Hello, I am Kendin Duskreaver.." He continued to grasp the troll's hand and stare up into his eyes.

"Zebka Dreadmaw. I'm here to protect you at all costs, and I will do my duty until I breathe my last breath." Zebka had a stern look on his face as he finished his sentence, then tightened his grip on Kendin's hand and shook it firmly. The blood elf realized his face was much hotter than normal. Also, his mouth was hanging open slightly. He felt the tips of his long ears searing the more he blushed, even though the hand he held was cold as the snow they flew above. Kendin swore he saw the smallest smirk on Zebka's lips. Suddenly the death knight leaned in close to his ear, his icy breath ghosted along Kendin's neck.

"Physically.. And emotionally." His words were surprisingly warm. Kendin gulped.

"Kendin?" He turned and saw Arella with raised eyebrows standing in the doorway leading to the bedrooms. "Want me to put your things up?" She grinned at him and crossed her arms.

"I-err.. If you don't mind." Kendin backed away slowly from the death knight, but couldn't meet his eyes. He heard a deep chuckle, and when he looked up again, Zebka was already walking down the stairs into the lounge area, his black cloak floating behind him. "Ah, Hey.. Wait..!" He spoke too quietly. Kendin felt his face flush and glanced around him, hoping nobody but Arella saw that strange encounter. He felt a small hand on his shoulder.

"So.. I see you met the legendary Zebka Dreadmaw. Fancy him? He's quite a catch." Kendin looked at her overjoyed expression. What was she thinking?

"Arella? What are you talking about?"

"Oh Kendy! Follow me, let's not discuss this in the open." She pushed on his shoulders, leading him through the main hallway and into Arella's assigned bedroom. She flopped onto the bed on her back, grabbed a pillow from above her, and placed it under her head so she could look up at Kendin.

"Come sit, sit, sit!" She patted the space of bed next to her. He sighed and sat beside her, his leather briefs tight on his thighs. "Now Kendin. I have my theories about your.. Sexual orientation-"

"ARELLA! GAH!" He slapped his hand over her mouth, his whole face as red as the horde emblem. She smacked his hand away and sprang up straight. "Hey! I saw the way you locked eyes with him. You can't lie to me, I'm your best friend."

"You're also my only friend, Arella." He looked at her and pouted his lip.

"You're too important to have a lot of friends and I'm sorry for that. Anywa-"

The bed began to shake and slide across the floor, a screeching sound making the two blood elves cover their ears and jump off the bed. Kendin grabbed Arella's arm and rushed out the door, eyes frantically searching for a solution to the sudden tilting of the zeppelin. "Kendin, look out!" The ceiling of the hallway was beginning to bow downwards, splintering at the middle. He dashed down the hallway, dragging Arella along with him. Once he reached the open air, he gasped and pulled Arella to his side, covering her head. A large fire was spreading across the main deck, and one of the masts was slowly snapping and looking as if it would topple down on the both of them. Kendin turned this way and that, looking for a way out. Fire surrounded them on all sides, no way to avoid the collapsing, flaming mast. This is how I'm going out? Kendin grimaced and hugged Arella to his chest, covering her head tight and whispered in her quivering ear.

"Thank you for being my closest friend, Arella." Her eyes snapped open and hot tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged him tight and nodded against his cheek. They stood there holding each other until they heard the loudest snap of wood. Kendin could hear and feel Arella sobbing into his shoulder.

Everything went silent. But Kendin quickly realized he couldn't move his limbs. Arella was still attached to him, but he heard no fire. No destruction. Complete silence. He decided he was dead, and shut his lids, the only part of him he could move. He slipped into darkness not moments later.

Cold. So, unbearably cold.
He couldn't feel his fingers. But slowly, ever so slowly, he opened his glowing eyes. The first thing he saw, was the white tuft of hair he recognized immediately. He tried desperately to pull air into his lungs, but he felt oddly crushed. Yet he felt almost no pain. He attempted to slip from under the large object trapping him.

"Don't move."

Kendin gasped. He's not dead. Neither he, nor Zebka were dead. He truly kept his word. Wait, don't move? Kendin looked up to the cloudy sky and saw a huge flying machine. What were they called? Ah, Mekgineer's Choppers.

"They ambushed the ship and wanted you dead. But.." Zebka let out an emotionless chuckle. "The bastards failed." Zebka lifted himself off of Kendin, but his hands were still placed in the snow on either side of the elf's head. The troll stared down into Kendin's eyes.

"I apologize for putting you and your girly in a frost prism. I had no other way of keeping you safe while you plummeted to the ground. The ice broke during the impact, but you both turned up okay." Kendin grasped the death knight's tusks. He could have sworn he heard a small moan escape Zebka's lips. "Where.. Where is Arella? Is she safe? And she's not my 'girly'. Let me up n-" Ice touched fire. Kendin felt tingles go down his spine as Zebka pressed his lips against his own, his tusks slid around Kendin's jaw and neck.

"Shut up." Zebka mumbled between their lips. Kendin stared wide eyed at the troll, until he felt his eyes flutter shut and he began to kiss back. Their lips moved together like they were meant to touch, gliding and licking in perfect unison. Kendin mentally slapped himself when he whined at the parting of their kiss. "The girl is fine, she's sleeping in the pile of blankets over there." Zebka nodded his head in her direction. Kendin let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and lifted his head slightly to glance over at Arella. Sure enough, she was burritoed in a giant pile of furry blankets. He sighed and laid his head down much too hard, squeezing his eyes shut. Suddenly he felt himself being picked up bridal style and carried clumsily towards Arella.

"Your bodies were frozen a lot longer than I intended, so you need to stay still until you.. Thaw out. I suppose." Zebka laid Kendin down gently in the pile with Arella, a fierce blush creeping up his ears. He stared up at Zebka with a confused expression as he curled up to the female elf. Zebka stared back with parted lips. They both felt the lingering heat and cold from each other.

"I'll go get some firewood. Don't move if you see them fly over again. I'll be back within ten minutes." Zebka gave Kendin the smallest smile, then turned and began his trek across the frozen land they had crashed in.

What the hell just happened? Kendin replayed that question over and over in his mind. He gathered the things he knew for sure.
One: Assassins ambushed the zeppelin attempting to kill him. Two: He, Arella, and Zebka seemed to be the lone survivors. Three: He just kissed the hottest troll he had ever laid eyes on. Which was a man.

Kendin sat up, supporting himself on his elbows and glanced to his right. All he could see for miles was snow and a few trees. He scanned the left side. His eyes widened at the site of the completely destroyed ship. It was still engulfed in flames, with debris exploding and flying off in different directions. How could he have survived this, only with an ice prism and a lucky landing? Arella stirred against him. Her ears perked and she scooted closer to Kendin's body, muttering something about the 'damned goblins and their flying machines'. He patted her head and snuggled back into the blankets, noticing a long gash on her forehead leading up into her scalp. Kendin's eyebrows knitted together and he pressed his fingers gently to the cut. Gathering the sweet, holy light that never ceased to amaze him, it flowed through his entire body and ended at the tips of his fingers, where the cut was beginning to seal together as he gently traced along the gash. She hummed and Kendin could physically feel her relax. Not even a scar would remain.

The cold wind was burning Zebka's eyes after a good thirty minutes of gathering fallen branches, much longer than he had told Kendin, and throughout his small adventure, his head ached terribly and his stomach cramped tightly. He let the cold distract him from the sudden pains. They weren't completely new to him, but being risen from the grave, he wasn't supposed to be having them so strongly. The aching had only started when he was guarding Thrall at the previous Hollow's End festival. It occurred when he heard the famous Blood elf sing for the first time. His heart soared for only a moment, then his hearing went out from the constant ringing in his ears and a splitting headache. He only got to hear a mere second of the elf sing. But in that short second, he felt emotion. Something entirely different than what he was used to. Death knights did not feel joy. Or sadness, or jealousy. Or love. Only anger, and minor pain, which is why they made perfect bodyguards and battle companions.

Zebka stopped walking and stared off into the snow-covered trees, holding a decent bundle of branches. It was getting dark, he needed to head back to camp. He turned back in the direction of the two elves and regained his train of thought.

That elf. Kendin. What had he stirred up in him that caused these blinding pains? And what the hell was he thinking, kissing him? He could have blown his whole mission. The elf could get him fired, regardless of Zebka's skills. Kendin was very well thought of in the horde community. Anything could be done if it were requested by him. But his lips.. So warm. He couldn't remember the last time he felt something so warm. All living creatures seemed to secretly fear Zebka, therefore no one would touch him. Until now, he wouldn't have it any other way.

His toes crunched in the snow as Zebka came closer to their puny camp. They must be freezing without a fire. Eventually he placed the wood down and gathered some rocks to create a fire pit. Soon they had a full blown bonfire, and Zebka found himself staring at Kendin's sleeping form. His usually spiked black hair was cast down over his eyes, and his lips pooched out in relaxation. The furs moved slowly up and down as Kendin breathed. Zebka hadn't realized he was breathing in time with the elf.

"Hey..Zebka, right?"

He also didn't realize the female elf sit up and rub her sleep covered eyes. "Yeah."

She yawned and glanced around. "We dead?"

Zebka chuckled darkly and said: "Nah, but we are the only survivors." Her bright green eyes widened.

"KENDIN? WHERE IS HE-" She stood, screaming at Zebka. "Oh please tell me he's ali-" She couldn't finish her sentence due to suddenly tripping over the sleeping Kendin. He groaned loudly and barely opened his eyes to a slit to glare at the female laying on her face near the fire.

"Your hair is going to catch fire, get up Arella." Glancing over at the troll, he licked his lips unintentionally and laid back down, attempting to close his eyes. She flipped around with tear-stained cheeks.

"OH Kendin! You ARE alive, oh thank the light! I was so worried.. Kendin?" She could hear his small snores as he fell asleep within seconds. She sighed and leaned back on a thick log Zebka picked up for a sitting spot. Zebka continued to watch Kendin's breathing.

"You like him?" Arella stared up at him expectantly. He only looked at her and shrugged.

"I don't know, elf. I don't know what liking someone would feel like." Zebka's glance switched to the flame.

"Why not?" Arella questioned with a curious tone. He snorted.

"I was dead for who knows how long. After I was risen by the Lich King, I couldn't remember my past life. Nor the feelings I possessed. Or the people I know. All I was told was my name. I didn't even consider wanting to know who I was. I could only speak what I needed to. But now.. It's different. I'm becoming curious, and thoughtful. Tactful, maybe even less cold. Not physically speaking, of course." Arella interrupted him with a giggle.

"That's the most I've heard you talk. Then tell me, what are your thoughts on the urge to stare at Kendin with such yearning eyes?" She gave him a sly smile while she spoke. He was silent for a few moments.

"I believe the emotions are starting to return. The more I'm around him.. The more my lifeless heart aches. It's frightening. Even for the toughest troll most can think of." His hand reached up to cup his forehead. The pains were flaring up again.

"I see.. Sorta. Hey, speaking of you being a troll, what happened to your Zandali accent?"

"I was brought back to life and taught by Human and Elf death knights. You don't regain an accent at.. rebirth, for lack of words." She nodded and looked into the fire. They sat in the quiet for a long while, listening to the small crackling of the flames.

"How are we going to make it to Brewfest in this state? No mounts, or maps. Hell, what part of Kalimdor are we in?" Arella's voice grew agitated.

"Winterspring. We can most likely make it to Everlook without trouble and fly to Orgimmar." He patted her small head and leaned against the log he had his back to, crossing his arms on his chest.

"I hope you're right." She yawned and crawled back over to the pile of furs they had been sleeping in. As she cuddled in next to Kendin, she whispered in his long ear: "He likes you." The ear twitched and she smiled, before turning over and placing her back against the male elf's.

Long enough first chapter hopefully. Tell me what you guys think. I feed off of your reviews. Nom nom nom.

-Allie