Author's Note-You do not have to read this if you dislike yaoi. The next chapter will cover any information needed.

The fish was dry. So very, very dry. Malfurion had kept his mouth shut since they had arrived home, fixing fish with an apple marinade, basted with cream and barley, then simmered in the oven. Being preoccupied, he forgot to add the extra oil and water to keep the fish from losing flavor. It had plenty of flavor—in fact, it had so much flavor that every bite he took became harder and harder to chew. He was getting to the point of wanting to spit it out and have Illidan use the remainder as target practice for his pyroblast. His twin, he suddenly noticed, had already finished his meal and was shoveling out seconds.

Or, rather, shoveling them in his mouth. Casting made Illidan hungry. Viciously hungry. When Illidan got hungry there was nothing to stop him from finding a meal, even if said meal was wretchedly overcooked fish.

"Just how much more do you want, Illidan?" Malfurion asked, pushing his plate away.

Illidan stopped mid-bite and looked at his brother curiously. "You're not going to eat that?"

"I personally find it disgusting, so no. In fact, I'm not sure I can swallow what I've got in my mouth. No, you want—"

The screech of fork on plate and Illidan resumed devouring the meal. Malfurion sat back and watched, sipping tea casually as Illidan inhaled the remnants of the fish.

"You need to cook more often, Mal."

"I'm not your wife despite cooking, cleaning, and tending the house. And Illidan, just how often do you cook?"

"Never, because you won't let me."

"Because you set the house on fire the last time you tried!" Mal exclaimed, slamming his mug on the table. He wasn't really angry at Illidan, he was just suffering through the food and disappointment of cooking a nasty tasting entrée. If anything, Illidan made the failure tolerable.

"Calm down," Illidan mumbled. He wiped his mouth with his shirt, disregarding the napkin. Illidan then pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the laundry pile. "Don't want to cook anyway. I'd rather eat without the effort."

"The only thing you put effort into, Illidan, is magic," Malfurion retorted.

"I disagree. See, I've figured out a solution to our problem," Illidan stated, ignoring Mal's comment. "The only remaining question is who dominates."

Malfurion went stiff. Illidan was suggesting something he'd thought about for a while. In fact, Illidan was more than suggesting. "I don't think that really required any effort…"

"Effort, instinct, same difference. You started it."

"Actually, Azhi started it."

Illidan laughed, obviously nervous and excited about the circumstances. His hands went to his sash and began to untie it. Malfurion stood and quickly stopped him with a deeper, more passionate kiss than they had shared at the ruins. Several minutes passed before Malfurion pushed Illidan backwards and motioned towards his room.

"…not on the table, that's crude…" he murmured.

Illidan blinked several times before he realized he wasn't being rejected, but relocated. Both of their faces were flushed and Illidan's waistband was nearly at his knees. Recovering from the shock of being stopped, Illidan walked into his twin's room and eased into the bed. Malfurion was quickly on top of him, biting his neck and licking the knots as they came up. Illidan groaned and tangled his fingers in Mal's hair. He felt his legs move apart and Mal's fingers gently rubbing him. A moment of fear caught him and lit his body with panic until Malfurion's lips gently closed over his penis. The panic melted into bliss, soon turning into ecstasy.

It felt as though his brother had been created for the sole purpose of pleasing him, and he, being the twin, was created only to please his brother. The tender hands stroking his stomach and the tongue flickering around his member made the world blur above him. The pounding heartbeat in his head floated away when he heard the ruffle of clothing being removed. Malfurion entered him slowly, pulling back and easing back in to reduce the pain and tension of stretching.

Illidan winced as the thrusting began, harder and faster. Amidst the pain, the bliss arose again, his body tight, not tense. His mind shunned the pain away as heated streams shot from Malfurion up inside him. His heart pounded faster as he clasped his hands on his twin's shoulders, begging in gasps for more. Even being emasculated and dominated, he felt like he could control the world. Malfurion did not resist pleasing Illidan further. His mouth found his partners and his teeth sunk into the lower lip. He felt Illidan's body shudder under him and the bite quickly returned.

Malfurion knew he would release again soon and pulled out of his brother to retain a little bit of tact. Illidan, however, had no plans to stop and little concern for where Mal's bodily fluids went, so long as they were on him. Malfurion felt Illidan's hands grab his buttocks and pull him close. Then Illidan began to lick his member, teasing the last remainder of Mal's polite refusal out onto his lips.

"Illidan! Don't!" he gasped, tightening up. Illidan's bright amber eyes looked up at him, a smirk on his face.

"You're holding back on me, Mal…stop that. I'd hate to have to bite you."

Malfurion's eyes widened as Illidan grazed his teeth over his phallus, still looking up. "Don't you dare…"

Illidan's hand clasped his twin firmly and began rubbing back and forth, his tongue flickering over the tip. Not three minutes passed before Malfurion lay on his brother's chest taking deep breaths. Illidan ran his fingers through Mal's hair and took in the smells, breathing slowly and feeling sleep come over him even though the moon was rising.

"I'm not sure if I love you or hate you right now, Illidan."

"I'm not sure if you love me or hate me right now either, but...either way, be sure to do it more often."