Lothar was drunk again. Khadgar was beginning to worry about his health. At first it was because of the loss of his son-he hadn't dealt with him then though. Garona had been there to comfort him at that time, but now she was gone. Medivh and Llane were both dead. So much he had been through; war was never kind to it's participants.

Lothar was drunk and he was in Khadgar's room. A sigh, "Maybe you should go lay down." Khadgar urged, concern for his friend.

The Lion's had slammed down on a book. "I don't need you telling me what to do, kid. You're just barely a pup, no bite and all bark."

Well that was just great, Lothar had come here to pick on him. That's not what he wanted, he wanted to get back to his studies. Get his friend safely back to his room before he hurt anyone or himself. "Come on, let's get you back to your room..."

"No," was the firm reply. Khadgar was a little taken back by the forcefulness of his voice. "I'm tired of being alone…" the alcohol was taking away his resolve. "Let me stay here a bit, then I'll go to my room, after I've 'calmed down'." Lothar's grin was back as he plopped himself in the chair Khadgar had occupied before he had barged into the mage's chamber.

The mage grabbed the book Lothar had abused and took it to the bed and settled himself into it, sitting cross-legged propping the book open in his legs. "That's find I guess. Just try not to break anything."

Moments passed, then minutes. Lothar was messing with things on the desk, his alcohol hazed brain not allowing him to focus on the things in front of him; they were not that interesting. He turned to Khadgar-now that was interesting. The young mage was deep in thought as eyes scanned over the old tome. He got up and staggered to the mage. Khadgar was so engrossed in his studies he didn't even notice Lothar getting up, in fact he didn't even remember that the warrior was there. That was until rough hands grabbed his hair and pulled him into a forced kiss.

The mage stared at warrior in shock, usually in this kind of moment he would cast a spell to ward off the surprise but his mouth was currently occupied so he did the next thing he could come up with: kick out full force hitting Lothar square in his stomach.

"Light! I'm so sorry Lothar I forgot you were here and thought I was being attacked!" Khadgar scrambled out of the bed and moved closer to the other.

Lothar was bent over, he had nearly lost his dinner over that blow. However it wasn't going to stop him. When the mage was close enough he grabbed the other by the arm and pulled him right back into a kiss, giving hard nips at those lush lips.

"Lothar… please… you're drunk…. Please! ….stop!" Khadgar was gasping between nips and kisses, it wasn't that he didn't want for this to happen. He wanted Lothar to be sober for it. He wanted to know this wasn't because Lothar was drunk and needed a release.

A hand slid down Khadgar's back to cup his rounded bottom and squeezed. The mage jerked forward pressing into Lothar's hard body. A sloppy smile broke across the warrior's face, his eyes darkened by lust. "Your body betrays you, spell chucker." He laughed pulling Khadgar closer.

Tears were welling up in Khadgar's eyes. He was enjoying the attention, he had never been touched like this by someone else or even kissed until tonight. It just didn't feel right at all. "Anduin… please." Khadgar pushed against Lothar's muscular chest. "It's my first time, I'm not ready!" And with those words, Lothar released the mage. The kid tumbled backwards but was able to catch himself, his cheeks pink.

"L-let me help you back to your room, please." Lothar nodded, his alcohol addled brain unable to process the information he had received. Maybe he did need to go back to his room before he did something he regretted. Being almost same height Khadgar couldn't really carry or assist Lothar with walking, so instead he decided to awkwardly follow the other to his sleeping quarters. The mage just wanted to go back to being alone. He had seen Lothar drunk, nearly belligerent even, never like this. He was almost clingy.

All too soon they reached Lothar's sleeping quarters, the mage helped his warrior into his bed and turned to leave. Lothar grabbed Khadgar's arm. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I never wanted to…" Khadgar felt himself pulled down, he closed his eyes for the kiss that was sure to come. Only it didn't. Lothar was passed out cold. He stared for a moment before leaving quietly.

If only Lothar would have been sober. The pinkness returned to the mage's cheeks as he quickly made his way back the his quarters thinking of what might have been. What may will still be if their feelings were to become a reality.

The next day Khadgar had a hard time looking at Lothar. Lothar had had enough and he finally got the mage alone. "What's wrong my friend?"

The realization hit Khadgar… Lothar didn't remember last night.