"This wasn't the best planned place for a nap…" Malfurion muttered. He ran his hands through his long green hair before looking around to get his bearings. He had no clue how he had come to be sitting in the middle of a forest inhibited only by a few large, stone pillars, but he knew he had to get home as soon as possible. Illidan would be home soon and it was almost time for dinner. Talented as his brother was with fire, Illidan could not cook to save his life.

Where the hell are you, Mal?

I thought you'd be home soon…and I'm not sure. I don't remember leaving the house and I certainly don't remember sitting down next to a tree for a nap. I'll get there as soon as I can, okay? Don't freak out and try not to set anything on fire. I'll cook you a meal before I do anything else.

I can cook for myself and you—

Illidan. I'll fix supper as soon as I get there.

Fine. Just fine.

The connection weakened between them. Illidan was more than a little annoyed with his twin. Malfurion let the conversation go, determined to get back before they had to replace the house. Illidan's agreement to wait would last an hour at the most. Then only Elune could keep the house from burning down—not that Malfurion lacked faith in Elune, he just had more faith in his twin's pyromania.

Illidan, you have any idea which direction I am in comparison to the house?

…you're that lost? Illidan replied, less annoyed and more concerned.

Yeah…yeah I am. Do we have ruins of temples near our house?

Malfurion, stay exactly where you are. I'm coming to find you. Don't move!

Illidan wait! Malfurion was too late. His twin stood next to him, obviously having teleported to his side. "I wasn't sure you'd think enough to portal, glad to see you did."

"Thanks, Mal, ever so much," Illidan grumbled, punching his brother's shoulder. Malfurion shrugged and continued examining their surroundings. The place seemed familiar enough, the etchings somewhat like those in the Suramar temple.

"My mind wants to make sense of this…maybe it was a temple that never got finished?"

"Could be, but that doesn't explain the rubble," Illidan replied, running his hands over the stones in front of them. As soon as he realized his excited lower half had yet to calm down, he determined to keep his back to Malfurion. Less conversation on that issue was better, despite the discomfort.

"Point…and all the symbols which would be for Elune are suns instead, otherwise it's the exact same pattern as our own temple. And I already noticed how hard you are, so you don't have to hide it," Malfurion stated. He watched Illidan slowly turn towards him, face flushed. "Azhi likes you, I take it."

Illidan sighed and shook his head. "It's more me liking her than her liking me. She's just as prone to tease as her mother, you know."

A short nod and averting his attention back to the ruins informed Illidan that Malfurion was unhappy—at least displeased with the situation. What concerned him was why. Malfurion couldn't be jealous of him—Azhi had made it more than clear on the two occasions she'd met Mal that he was weak and would do well to stay in the dirt he belonged. Unless Malfurion had some strange desire to dominate those that insulted him, Azhi was the least likely subject of jealousy.

It could be that he wanted Illidan to choose someone nicer. Admittedly, Azhi was a prick and insulted Malfurion's very path of life. To the Kal'dorei, a mate was much more than a statement of class and power. It was finding someone and sharing your very life essence with that person forever. Choosing just anyone over lust, or even love, was frowned upon. Even when considering a life partner one had to acknowledge the thickest, strongest, most valid tie of all. Blood.

For Illidan to be considering Azhi—his manhood certainly was—could be a direct insult to Malfurion's existence. However, when confronted by the Highbourne and their snotty opinions towards the Kal'dorei, Azhi would tolerate nothing. Illidan had seen her stand up to Azshara and Xavius over the matter. Her insults were most likely a front she kept to keep distance. Azhi was a strange creature; moody too. Chances were she thought of Malfurion as a friend and insulted him to test his loyalty to her.

The last valid option for Illidan's twin to be suddenly silent and bitter was that Malfurion really had no interest in anyone. Or that he had interests and no response for them. If it was based on the last option, Illidan could really only feel sorry for his brother. He couldn't find the right mate for his twin. He could offer advice, sure, but the true work stayed in Malfurion's hands.

…narcissistic to think of my twin that way…that and illegal…

"What was that thought?" Illidan asked. He hadn't noticed the connection until Malfurion's thoughts began to counter his own.

"…nothing. That thought was nothing."

"I'd call you narcissistic now, having thoughts about me and not sharing," Illidan teased.

Malfurion blushed and walked a short distance away. "I was thinking about you the way you were thinking about Azhi," he stated, motioning down. Illidan's face went blank.

"You…wh-what?"

"I was having thoughts about having sex with you," Malfurion growled back.

"Are you serious? That is illegal!"

Illidan bit his lip when he saw just how serious his brother was. Hurting Malfurion was one of his least favorite things to do.

"I told you that thought was nothing," Malfurion finally replied. He began to walk further away from Illidan, who quickly grabbed his arm.

"Mal, I didn't mean—"

Malfurion jerked Illidan into a tight, rough kiss. After a moment, he let him go and turned away again. "Didn't mean to?"

Illidan's train of thought had broken. He'd never been kissed before, but he was anxious to try it again. "Mal…"

The situation was supposed to throw Illidan into a rant. Then both of them would understand to find sexual interest in a sibling was wrong, insulting and awkward. Instead, Malfurion needed Illidan to ask for more; Illidan wanted Malfurion to act on his own will. It resulted in Illidan staring at Malfurion's back—both of them too confused and motivated to know exactly what to do next.

"We should get home…and eat dinner," Malfurion finally stated, eliciting a growl from his twin. The muttering in strange, detached syllables was answer enough. A portal opened just behind him and he turned to go through without further mention of their kiss. Illidan caught his arm again.

"You aren't going to tease me like this. As soon as supper is done, we're going to solve this. If you won't cooperate…I'm going to solve it for both of us."

Illidan shoved Malfurion through the portal before any questions could be asked, following closely.