Hey guys! I apologize for the long wait, I wanted this chapter to be perfect, and I've also been working on Forbidden Weaknesses, and chapter one of a new fanfiction which is hopefully going to be done soon. By the way, if you like this story, or have been keeping an eye on my stuff for a long time, please check out Forbidden Weaknesses. I recently completely redid it, changed a lot of stuff and even deleted a chapter. There are still a few things I need to fix, but I've been trying to get this chapter out first. Enjoy everyone! I know this chapter has been long awaited. Please review, it helps get the chapters out fast!

-Allie

Chapter 4-

Stay

Slashing wind and razor rain tore at Kendin's ebony hair, the locks lashing at his forehead and cheeks, leaving behind a hateful sting. Kendin squinted against the elements and tried to keep his eyes open. The last day had been an absolute nightmare as they traveled through northern Kalimdor; the closer they got to Orgrimmar, the worse the land had become. None of them expected the devastation they heard of while flying from town to town. Apparently, the Barrens were severed down the middle and spitting out ashes. Deathwing had left the Alliance capital, Stormwind, with one less portion and its front gates smoldering (which obviously wasn't a loss for the Horde), Southshore was wiped out and taken over by the Forsaken. Orgrimmar's leader, Thrall, had stepped down and gave Garrosh Hellscream the title of Warchief. Ultimately, they figured out why there hadn't been any search parties.

The stories progressed in tragedy as they went, putting the trio into the worst of moods. Kendin was growing more and more frustrated with the weather as he rode his wind rider, leather pants chafing his inner thighs. With a glance at Arella, a flood of guilt filled his chest. She didn't even attempt to shield her face against the rain. Her eyes were cast down and her face was screwed up in either anger or sadness, or both. Even through the rain, Kendin could see the tear trails on her now-pale cheeks from the last several hours. Her auburn curls had fallen flat from the wind and rain.

Throughout the journey home, Kendin began to worry more and more about Garrosh taking leadership. Obviously, the Orc doesn't seem the type to enjoy concerts, and that meant Kendin would have to go back to the life of fighting and killing daily. The main reason he started singing for a career was to get away from the battlefield, which he was previously famous for being a part of. Meaning, it was extremely easy to become even more famous for his gift. But now the uncertainty of his living was putting him on edge.

Yes, he was an excellent healer. And he loved the feeling of helping people. But constantly watching his back day in and day out was exhausting and he felt it unnecessary. Being a bit of a pacifist in a world torn by war wasn't the easiest thing to deal with. After a lot of arguments, begging, and gold, he found himself in the place he had always dreamed of being.

On a stage, hearing his name being sang, screamed, cried, and chanted, all while he belted out his soul for the variety of the Horde.

But it seems that now his singing career was slipping right between his delicate fingers. Unless the public decided he was worth keeping.

Kendin sighed. He was getting very sick of flying, and leather pants. But he knew they were getting close to Orgrimmar.

For the first time in a very long time, the elf thought of his family: his mother and father and younger sister. When he left home, he had convinced himself he hated his parents, but after aging and seeing all of the horrors of the real world, he had come to realize how much he missed them, especially his sister, Nillette. They were very close, but despite that, he never told her goodbye. He told her about him running away to become someone grand, and she pleaded for him to take her along, but he wanted her to finish her schooling as a huntress. Not wanting her to fuss, he left early in the morning and never saw her again. What had happened to them? He never got a letter and they had never come to him in person. To be fair, he never tried to contact them either. Maybe he should visit them in Silvermoon after things settle.

Lost in his train of thought, Kendin hadn't realized that the trio was currently flying into Orgrimmar and mere minutes from being off the cursed beasts they were riding for days. He almost squealed, but regained his composure and looked at Arella and Zebka at his side. Even after all the tragedy and sadness, their faces were beginning to lighten. Kendin smiled and laughed for the sake of laughing. Startled, the other two looked at him in confusion. After a few seconds, the troll and blood elf glanced at each other, then at Kendin and started laughing too.

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"Can I take my pants off yet?" Kendin mumbled while sliding off the back of his windrider.

"I wouldn't mind that at all." One could practically hear the smirk in Zebka's voice.

"Oh, get a room already guys. It's to the point where I will literally buy you a house just so this sexual tension can dissipate." The touchy warlock ran her fingers through her wet locks and grimaced at how knotty her hair was. She gave up quickly and gathered her bags. "I don't know about you two, but I'm going to see my family. This bullshit really makes a girl think about the important things in life, and no offense Kendy, but your concert seems obsolete at the moment." With her belongings on her shoulders, she looked into Kendin's eyes and smiled fondly. She kissed his cheek and embraced him tightly. "Take care, Kendy. I'll be in touch." After patting his shoulder, her gaze went to the pouting troll.

"And you," She poked him hard in the chest, which honestly didn't do much. "Make sure he's alive by the time I feel like seeing him again, okay?" With a kiss on the cheek and an embrace, Arella began trotting off.

"OH, AND I WANT AN INVITATION!" Her high-pitched voice rang through the buzz of Orgrimmar, and with a giggle, she turned and resumed her walking to the next tower circled with Zeppelin docks.

"Invitation to what?" Kendin inquired to himself. He heard a deep chuckling from behind him. "What?!" He exclaimed in frustration.

Zebka coughed awkwardly with a smile and shook his head. "I needed that." He said as he nudged Kendin's shoulder and led him down to the inn.

"Let's grab a drink first."

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Quite a few more than a few jugs of ale later, Zebka was carrying Kendin bridal style upstairs toward a room they rented in the inn. The Elf apparently couldn't hold his liquor and decided it was a great idea to strip for the bar. Zebka quickly took up his previous role as bodyguard and grabbed him. Kendin fell asleep in his arms in minutes.

With a barely free hand, Zebka unlocked the room's door and walked over to the side of the twin size bed. He gently placed Kendin down on his back onto the covers with the intention to get him out of his clothes. Kendin's eyes fluttered open.

Their eyes met.

"Zebka…" Kendin whispered with glassy eyes. His feminine hand was outstretched toward Zebka's face, Kendin's lips beckoning him further in.

The Troll leaned down until Kendin took hold of what he wanted, an ivory tusk. A shiver ran down Zebka's spine. He gently pulled Zebka's face toward his, and they stayed there like that for a few seconds, his bodyguard's hands on either side of Kendin's shoulders, the singer's enticing fingers wrapped around one of Zebka's tusks, and their faces mere inches apart, eyes locked and longing.

"You're drunk Kendin..." Zebka began to pull back. The pains were starting to spike again.

"I'm sobering up pretty quickly..." Kendin held his grip on the tusk. With a gentle pull, Kendin brought Zebka's face to his and their lips barely touched, their breath lingering on the other's teeth. "Trust me..." That tiny kiss grew into Kendin sliding his tongue into Zebka's mouth, sucking on the soft muscle with a fierce desire starting to boil inside his loins. Zebka slowly began to rhythmically grind his pelvis into the Elf's. Kendin rocked in time with him, trying to get him to move faster.

Large, cold fingers tangled themselves in Kendin's dark locks as their kiss deepened. Realizing that he was beginning to put his full weight on the smaller Elf, Zebka reluctantly ripped himself from Kendin, their separating lips making a 'Pop' sound, and stood beside the bed, undoing the clasps of his heavy plate armor and letting the pieces fall to the floor until he was wearing only thin shorts. His skin was pale, and was littered with almost white scars. He was extremely muscular and tall, and huge.

Kendin groaned at the bulge in the Troll's shorts, a growing need to reach for the male that he has been attempting to resist for days scratching from within him. The Elf sat up on the bed and lifted his own tunic off, revealing his smooth, milky skin and pretty pink nipples. Then he shimmied out of his leather briefs, along with his underwear, letting his peachy, smooth manhood slide straight out and up. Zebka's expression darkened with lust before he pulled his shorts down some, his throbbing cock straightening and stood against his abdomen, the head reaching and even passing his belly button. Kendin cooed with wide eyes and colored cheeks at Zebka's newly revealed treat. "Light, the rumors about trolls aretrue..." A small, timid finger began to reach for Zebka's thick shaft, where it touched the tip and was brought back to Kendin's pouted lips. The Elf's tongue darted out and licked the salty precum off of his own finger, a smile embellishing his lustful parted lips.

With a deep, almost possessive growl, Zebka lunged and hugged Kendin's waist, picking him up and holding him to his chest while Kendin wrapped his feminine legs around Zebka's hips. Kendin wound his arms around Zebka's neck tightly, his cold skin leaving Kendin with goose bumps. Lips attached to Kendin's neck and sharp teeth bit him softly, nibbling and sucking the sensitive flesh. Kendin moaned and put a hand under Zebka's chin, lifting his head so they were face to face and panting loudly, their foreheads touching and sweat mixing.

Their lips quickly found each other again and Zebka turned and sat on the bed, making the Troll's hard cock bounce against Kendin's, resulting in Kendin crying out in pleasure and Zebka moaning and they tangling their fingers into each other's hair even more vigorously than when they started. Their dry humping was becoming not-so-dry due to Kendin being pants-less. Kendin mewled: "Why are these still here," A single finger slid under Zebka's underwear and pulled them back and let go, the rubber snapping back and popping against his firm abdomen. Zebka let out a very small gasp and a breathy chuckle, then flipped Kendin on his back and pinned him there with his knees on either side of Kendin's hips. Zebka dragged his pointer finger from the base of Kendin's cock to the tip before stepping off the bed and onto the floor and slipping off his underwear, throwing them somewhere near the foot of the bed, and quickly regaining his position with Kendin gasping his name.

"Zebka," He was interrupted when he felt a large, three-fingered hand grasp his member. His eyelids fluttered shut and he bit his lip to keep from screaming.

"You ever done anything like this before, Elfie?" Zebka spoke softly as he squeezed and massaged Kendin's shaft, kneading his rear with his free hand. Kendin opened his eyes and tried not to moan.

"Been with a man?" Kendin whispered with a blush creeping up to his ears. The troll nodded and moved his hand with more purpose. He changed positions to lying on his stomach with his head between Kendin's thighs.

"Yes, several times... But, I'm a virgin when it comes to receiving, ahh!" The hand squeezed him hard and he couldn't hold his voice any longer. Zebka ran his free hand up and down Kendin's thigh.

Zebka didn't reply; he only gave him a strange smile with glowing eyes-

-and dipped his head down with lightning speed and took all of Kendin's cock in his mouth, the undersides of his smooth, ivory tusks resting on Kendin's pelvis. Trying to control his noises completely slipped Kendin's mind as he tangled his fingers in the sheets and cried out, his back arching off the bed prettily. Zebka sucked hard first at the base, then slowly worked his way to the head, twirling his tongue around Kendin's shaft expertly, without taking his eyes off of the Elf's vibrant expressions. With half-lidded eyes, Kendin suddenly spoke up:

"I thought you said- ahh... That you don't- mmph! Eat!"

Zebka stopped his actions and gave the gasping Kendin a dirty glare. A huge grin spread across the elf's face, but quickly faded when Zebka pulled back and sat up, leaning back with his legs stretched out toward Kendin.

"You're right Kendy. Would you rather cut to the chase, or show me if you can do better?" Zebka flashed him a white, beautiful smile before laughing deeply. Kendin stuck out his tongue and winked at him, then crawled across the bed and placed his knees on either side of Zebka's thighs. He sat just in front of Zebka's stiff cock, their penises touching and rubbing together slightly. Kendin wound his arms around Zebka's neck and gave him a small, slow peck on the lips. He murmured against Zebka's mouth: "Let's cut to the chase..."

Zebka moaned and closed his eyes as he kept kissing Kendin. He gripped Kendin's hip tightly with one hand and with another hand he placed a thick finger in front of Kendin's mouth, and then spat out: "Suck." Kendin happily obliged.

When Zebka felt it was wet enough, he ran that hand down his back, his ass, and some of his thigh until he brought it back up to trace the crease of Kendin's ass slowly. Soon he found what he was looking for: a puckered rose bud. He teased it a little, and then eased his thick finger inside of Kendin; the elf suddenly became stiff and bit his lip, failing to contain a whimper.

The cold finger dug deeper and rubbed gently, Zebka didn't take his eyes off of Kendin's incredibly flushed face. His finger stopped, and he gave Kendin a questioning look with raised eyebrows. Kendin gasped quietly and nodded twice, his lips parted slightly. Zebka kissed the side of his mouth gently, then his swollen lips. While distracting Kendin with pretty kisses, he pushed a second finger inside very slowly, hoping not to hurt Kendin more than necessary. Kendin opened his mouth against Zebka's lips to moan a dirty curse, and then dug his fingers into the troll's hair, their foreheads touching. Breathing hard, Kendin had his eyes closed as he was beginning to get used to the stretching feeling. Zebka scissored Kendin's tight opening, and Kendin started to ride his fingers and grind his teeth, a hissing noise coming out every time he exhaled.

"Don't get too comfy yet, Elfie..." Suddenly the fingers were removed and Kendin whined softly, before his eyes grew wide at the feeling of the head of Zebka's member being pressed against his opening.

"That is much bigger than two fingers, Zebka- AH!" Kendin threw his head back and cried out sexily when Zebka quickly popped the head inside, already having trouble holding back. The troll gripped Kendin's hips with both hands and growled appreciatively, then leaned forward and latched onto Kendin's neck, sucking and kissing happily.

"Oh light, you're huge." With closed eyes, Kendin moved into Zebka's sucking, and enjoyed the feeling of adjusting to Zebka's width. "Well, you're tight. So tight..."

Angling his pelvis to get as much leverage as possible, Zebka pushed into Kendin gently, dying to pound him into the mattress like he had been fantasizing about since their first kiss in the snow.

"Zebka," The death knight stopped; strange heat was beginning to flare all over his body the further he pushed inside Kendin. "... put it all in." Kendin whispered into Zebka's ear before nipping the tip of it.

Zebka decided it was his turn to get what he wanted.

With a sharp thrust, he was completely embedded in Kendin, loving the expression on his elf's face, drinking in the fact that he had Kendin all to himself.

Kendin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he shook all over. He took a sharp breath and looked Zebka in the eye.

"Fuck me."

Barely able to comprehend how ridiculously hot those words sounded coming out of Kendin's mouth, Zebka bit him hard on the shoulder and began to thrust vigorously inside Kendin, gripping him so tight, almost afraid he would wake up and this would all be gone.

But he could no longer dream.

Moan after scream after cry escaped Kendin as he was being pounded so deliciously; he loved every second of it.

Suddenly he was on his back, looking up into Zebka's half-lidded eyes. His legs were wrapped tightly around Zebka, and his troll was still sheathed in him to the hilt, completely filling him and drilling him into the cheap, inn mattress. Red half-moons littered Zebka's shoulder blades, and scratch marks streamed down his back.

They were so unbelievably close, so tight and fitted so perfectly. A frothy liquid was beginning to drip down the underside of Zebka's penis, and sweat droplets were forming on Kendin's skin.

Zebka was being surprisingly gentle up until he felt Kendin start to constrict around him, the mind blowing tightness becoming too much.

A tight, hot ball was forming in Kendin's loins; a rising pressure was threatening his release. "Faster, faster, harder, oh gods, oh light!" Kendin rambled as he bounced with Zebka's intense thrusting.

Kendin's climax hit him harder than any other climax had before. Being hit by a tram could barely compare to his violent release. His entire body shook, he screamed and arched his back off the bed, his cum shooting and landing on his sculpted abs. Zebka continued to thrust frantically, a primal rage taking him over. He hooked his hands under Kendin's knees and lifted him slightly, feeling his own release coming quickly. Kendin's fingernails dug into Zebka's scalp for dear life as he was racked again and again by the tidal waves of pleasure that coursed through him.

Soon, Zebka bit hard into Kendin's lifted calf and muffled a yell with eyes screwed tight, thrusting erratically as he poured his hot seed inside of his beloved elf.

Kendin felt as if he could black out right then and there, but the sight of Zebka coming inside of him was something he was glad he didn't miss out on. He panted loudly and watched Zebka sleepily as he pulled out and caressed Kendin's cheek, then patted around on the bed for the strewn blankets. Finding one quickly, he draped it over the both of them and lay beside Kendin, pulling him close and hugging his torso tightly. He could hear Kendin's frantic heartbeat.

"Zebka..."

"Yeah, Kendin?"

"Have you been with anyone else?"

"Not as far as I know."

Kendin's eyes grew wide. "How are you so good at it then?"

"I'm not sure, it just came naturally." Zebka grinned at him slyly.

"Hey..."

"What?" Zebka shut his eyes, sleep threatening to take over.

"You won't leave now, right?"

"... Why would I ever leave?" Zebka instantly looked into Kendin's eyes with a questioning expression and brushed a lock of black hair out of Kendin's face. Kendin closed his eyes.

"Because, I'm afraid you won't need to be my bodyguard after this."

"I thought we were a little past the business situation."

Kendin smiled. "Good. Please stay... with me, I mean. From now on, if you don't mind."

"I decided that I would a long time ago." Zebka pulled the back of Kendin's head towards him, and kissed him hard on the lips. They both smiled as they kissed.

And with that, they fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other's arms and happily drenched in bodily fluids.

At one point in time, I considered making this the end of AVASAI. But after thinking about it, it seemed like a better idea to drag this story out instead of creating a bunch of sequels. You guys can tell me what you think. Remember to review!

-Allie