Yay an update. Enjoy!

-Allie

Chapter 3-

Everlook

'Why is it so cold.. I don't remember being this cold when I fell asleep.'

Thin, tan fingers traced along the leather in front of Kendin's stinging eyes. When he felt fully conscious, his mind registered where he could possibly be. His gaze drifted upward and fell on the icy, yet solemn expression that was plastered on a certain troll's face. "Morning, sunshine."

Heat flared all over Kendin's body despite the condition he was in. Cheeks burning, heart fluttering, stomach tightening, all the symptoms of embarrassment. "Am.. I in your bed?" Zebka noticed how pink and soft the elf's lips looked.

"Yep."

A light chuckle made Kendin's eyes widen along with the death knight's calm reply. "Well.. Why?" Kendin said with pressed lips.

"Because you asked me to let you sleep here." While raising a hand to pat the crown of Kendin's head, Zebka felt a puny smile grace his features at the cuteness of the elf's reactions.

"Where is Arella?"

Zebka grinned before replying: "Still sleeping." He placed his pointer finger to his closed mouth and made a 'Shhh' noise, then winked.

"..You're going to drive me insane, Zebka." Kendin closed his eyes and relaxed his neck to lay his head on the troll's shoulder. "If insanity means what I think it does, I'll try my hardest."

A small fist rammed itself into Zebka's chest and he laughed with closed eyes.

"Do you sleep?" Zebka looked down to see expectant eyes gazing up at him.

"It's a different kind of sleep than what.. You guys do. It's more of a recharging system. No dreams. I choose when to wake myself up. Not as fun, I suppose. But yes, I do sleep." Zebka finished quietly while staring up at the puffy, yet gloomy clouds. He felt a hand grasp his tusk and a jolt of pleasure shot through his body. His eyes closed and he groaned.

"..Is that a fetish or something?" Kendin still had his fingers wrapped around a tusk.

The death knight gave him a sly smile. "I wouldn't know, it feels differently than most of the feelings I know so far."

"The feelings you know so far? Since you were risen?"

"I've already explained this to your friend, but I'll explain it to you also." Kendin blushed when he realized he already knew Zebka's feelings. He had overheard the two talking a few nights ago. After Zebka explained once again, Kendin felt a heat rise up in his loins. 'He feels pleasure when I touch his tusks..'

Suddenly Kendin gripped his tusk a little tighter and earned a small moan. Zebka opened his eyes wide and whipped his head in the elf's direction. "Quit that.." Grinning wildly, Kendin complied and took his hand away.

"I never expected someone like you could be.. Cute." With a gasp, Kendin realized what he had just said and instantly regretted it, yet a fierce blush snaked its way up to the tips of his ears. His body continued to heat up the more Zebka's expression brightened.

"Why are you blushing, you're the one that said it."

Kendin's breath hitched. "I.. I don't know what to say." Air filled his lungs that he hadn't realized was missing.

"You don't have to say anything.."

Cold fingers braided themselves in Kendin's hair and gently pulled his head forward. Their lips brushed together, sending chills down the elf's back. With closed eyes, Zebka ran his tongue along Kendin's bottom lip before biting down softly. The troll made an effort to place Kendin underneath him so he could loom over the smaller male. Seizing the opportunity, Kendin slid a finger from the base of one of his tusks, to the very tip where he loosely wrapped his small digits around it. Zebka squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then let out a quivering sigh. "I'm not sure if I could get used to that." Zebka's voice was quiet, yet sounded more like a growl. Kendin smirked. "I hope not." With a tug of his tusks from Kendin, their chests were touching and mouths only an inch apart. They gazed longingly into each others eyes for mere seconds, before Kendin cautiously leaned up to place a small kiss on the side of the troll's mouth.

"You missed." Was the last thing Kendin heard before his mind shattered into nothing but lust as Zebka rocked his hips into the elf's. A strained moan escaped his lips, but he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth when he barely remembered they weren't alone. "I'll help you with that.."

A chilled tongue slipped between Kendin's teeth and it definitely shut him up. Their meshed lips were surprisingly graceful, along with the rhythmic rolling of their hips, grinding hard into each others pelvises, all combined into a mind blowing electricity that sparked between their bodies, the beautiful friction of their leather trousers made the pants seem all the more tighter. Their members grew harder and wetter until Kendin felt tears swell in his eyes because of the overwhelming ache to have the pleasure of their cocks touching skin to skin instead of this painful teasing. "Zebka.. Take them off.. Please," Kendin's eyes shut and his back arched off the frigid ground at the awaited feeling of Zebka's cold fingers grasping his erection through the leather. "Ah!" The dark locks of Kendin's hair splayed out around his head, contrasted against his flushed skin, and created a black halo.

Zebka's voice was only a whisper against his ear; "You are beautiful."

Kendin's eyes grew wide as saucers as he stared into Zebka's lust-filled orbs of light. With lightning speed, Zebka pressed his lips fully on Kendin's and let a large hand slide down the elf's abdomen, where he gently lifted his tunic, breaking the kiss to move down his body, and placed several kisses around his bellybutton. His other hand grazed Kendin's aching and swollen member, still trapped inside his briefs, then began to easily unbutton them. His hand suddenly halted when they both heard munching from the other side of the fire. Their heads turned.

"What? Don't mind me, continue." Arella spoke with a mouth full of yeti meat from the previous night. Both of the males growled lowly before reluctantly prying themselves apart, both still hot and bothered down south. "No, you didn't have to stop!" Kendin snapped his head in Arella's direction.

"I'd rather not have an audience, Arella!" He spit venom with the last word. She gave him a hurt look. "But you guys are perfect."

Kendin's heart skipped a beat and he dared a peak towards the fuming troll. He was staring back at him with a small smirk. "Shush Arella.."

"No! Is it not mutual? You're in denial Kendin!"

"If I was, do you think I would willingly let him touch me? Yes, our feelings are obvious, but it just can't happen right now." Kendin seemed to speak to himself more than to Arella.

Crossing his arms, Zebka spoke up with a fierce tone. "My job is to protect you two at all costs, and I'll be sure to make that my only priority." He finished with a crude expression and gave Kendin a quick sneer before turning to pack his things.

Kendin felt guilt swell up in his stomach.

For once, the trio were completely silent as they padded through the deep snow. Zebka had informed them before they started off that they should be in Everlook within half a day, which would give them just enough time to fly to the Horde capital. Hope was becoming an easy thing to bear the more they walked, hope that they would make it in time for Kendin's big concert. But fear was mixed in as well. 'Why hadn't there been any search parties? Our main supervisors knew our route. We also hadn't seen one other adventurer wandering around in Winterspring. What if that chopper from a few days ago was someone searching for us?' Kendin continued to stress over the subject of no one coming for them, not that he felt so 'royal' that it should have happened already, but the fact that not one soul was even around.

Soon, the sun was lowering itself from the sky and a colorful sunset stretched across the horizon. Hues of crimson, orange, pink, and purple blended together to make a perfect work of art. Kendin's feet halted and he turned to stare at the unusually bright sky. A small voice filtered into his mind;

"Kendin? You okay?" The voice belonged to Arella. She slowly came to stand side by side with him and stare at the sky too. Zebka remained further back but also glared into the setting sun.

"That.. Doesn't look too good." Arella's mouth hung open slightly after she spoke. "I agree.." Kendin craned his neck to look back at the grumpy troll..

.. Who was staring with a horrified expression plastered on his face.

"Zebka?! What is it?" Kendin began to walk briskly towards him but he dropped the look of terror on his face and spoke quietly.

"I'm sure there is just extra dirt in the air today.." The death knight turned, cloak gliding behind him, and began to walk without another word. Kendin looked back to Arella, then to the sky once again. 'Doesn't seem likely..' Both of the elves thought.

"Is.. Is that it?!" Arella screeched as they climbed over a hill and were met with the welcoming glow of the lights of Everlook. She fell to her knees and sighed deeply, then lifted her head to see the starry night sky.

"Come on girly, only a few more steps." Large hands were stretched out in front of her. "I'll give you a piggy-back ride." With a giggle, Arella took the troll's hands in hers and let him lift her to a standing position. Then he turned, crouched slightly, and gestured for her to hop on. She did so with ease, and Zebka grabbed her thighs while the female elf rested her head on his back. As the death knight walked past Kendin, who was giving him a deadly glare, he grinned and said coolly;

"One must always help a lady in need." Then he began the short walk to the small goblin town, with a fuming elf following him.

"Halt! State your business."

A short goblin guard stood directly in the middle of the gateway to the town. He wore a plate helmet that covered all but his emerald eyes, and the rest of his body was covered with black plate as well. He held a gun that seemed a little too large for him.

"We need a place to stay, I am traveling with Kendin Duskreaver, and his companion Arella Dreadseeker." Zebka pointed to the two elves as he introduced them.

"Kendin the singer? It's an honor sir, go right in. And a dark last name for such a cute elfy." The guard punctuated his sentence with a wink at Arella, then stepped aside for the trio.

No one was walking about the usually bustling town.

"Where is everyone..?"

The goblin spoke up once again;

"Most people headed to Orgimmar when the worldbreaker returned."

Zebka tensed up while Arella twirled around and yelled; "The worldbreaker?! Are you telling me Deathwing has escaped?"

"Yep, he also destroyed some of the barrens, and the gates of Stormwind, but that's more of a bonus for us." He chuckled.

Kendin's voice was barely a whisper. "That's why no one has come for us.."

"Oh, and Thrall stepped down from warchief. Now Garrosh Hellscream is in charge, and I doubt he enjoys your songs as much as Thrall did. So I'm guessing your show is canceled?"

"I wouldn't know, I had no idea any of this was happening." Kendin pinched the bridge of his nose with agitation.

"We need to get to Orgimmar as soon as possible." Arella began to address authority with the tone of her voice.

"The flight master is still outside, I'm sure he won't even charge you." The guard finished with a wave as the trio began to run to the flight master.

All three of them mounted their wind riders and were airborne within minutes, heading to the horde capital with anxiety chewing at their insides.

Wow, I'm late for cataclysm. Oh well.

I'm sure I'm torturing you guys with the sexy parts that keep getting cut off. But I don't want to rush into that just yet. :P

Review please!

-Allie