Free your spirits and unite
Before the blood of the unicorn
Colours the night
("On the Edge of Honour", Hammerfall)
'M-my king...' Kel'Thuzad mumbled, sitting up. He ran a hand through his hair.
Wait just a darn minute...
Blinking in great surprise, the reborn necromancer looked at his hand. There was skin on it. Smooth, almost pink skin. Not being able to believe this, the former lich patted himself on the cheeks.
He had no beard.
'Welcome amongst the living.' Furion greeted him with a small grin. That was when Kel'Thuzad noticed him and automatically backed until his back was flat on marble.
'Easy.' Arthas said, raising his hands, as if he wanted to show he's got no weapon and means no harm. 'If not for them, you would be dead now...'
The mage looked at them all confused. He remembered a battle, but through a thick dark mist. The last thing he could recall was his king's voice calling his name. It was so desperate, so terrified...
Kel'Thuzad blinked.
Arthas reached out with his hand and the necromancer grabbed it uncertainly. The death knight helped him stand up; the reborn mage was feeling weak and confused. 'Thank you, my king...' he mumbled.
When the king was sure his friend will not collapse, he turned to the elves. To the surprise of everyone around him, he knelt, his left hand on his knee and his right on his chest, as if he was saluting. He close his eyes and remained silent for a moment.
'Forgive me.' he blurted finally.
The only answer was silence, so he repeated: 'Forgive me. It wasn't exactly me who caused all this.' Kel'Thuzad's jaw fell open; the elves narrowed their eyebrows, but said nothing. Arthas continued: 'It was all Ner'zhul's doing, but he is no more. He gave my soul control over my body and died.' he paused; his voice became a sad whisper: 'I regret it all. If only I could turn back time...' he trailed off. 'My father... Uther... king Anasterian... Antonidas...' he broke and didn't finish. He wasn't able to talk and fight incoming tears at the same time.
Tyrande knelt before him and placed her hand on his armoured shoulder. She was smiling gently, her eyes half-closed. 'We were able to forgive Illidan, we can forgive you.' she said. 'You seem to have suffered enough.' she stood up, dragging him up by the shoulder. 'Elune your witness, Arthas. We forgive.'
The death knight smiled with great relief; behind him, Kel'Thuzad did exactly the same, eyeing his master.
'Let there be no more strife between us.' Arthas suggested. 'Let's end at least this war.'
Furion nodded. 'We have common foes.' he announced. 'A foe of my foe is my friend.' he added, bowing.
The king did the same.
Come cover me with you
For the thrill
till you will take me in
Come comfort me in you
Young love must
Live twice only for us
("Come Cover Me", Nightwish)
The night was warm and silent. The life in Darnassus awoke with nightfall, and now Arthas was walking in crowded corridors and paths under starlit skies. Lights of wisps and other mysterious sources surrounded him, lighting his way a bit. It was enough for him to be able to walk without a guide. He was feeling quite comfortable in the city now; the elves didn't find him their enemy since he helped Shan'do Stormrage. What bothered him the most was that he understood nothing from what he heard around him.
Wandering with no particulat goal, he reached the borders of the small druidic grove known as the Cenarion Enclave. There he saw Kel'Thuzad.
The necromancer was sitting on the cool grass, watching the stars twinkle above him. His face, much younger than when he died, was calm and serene. Arthas' stomach twisted; the monlight danced in the mage's raven black hair and those marvelous amber eyes.
He took a few steps towards him.
'My king...' the necromancer smiled, noticing him.
'Kel...' Arthas mumbled, sitting next to his servant and friend. 'What are you doing out here?'
'It's hard to sleep when all the elves are up.' Kel'Thuzad laughed.
The death knight smiled widely. 'True.'
There was a long moment of uneasy silence. Finally, the dark mage dared to ask the question that's been bothering him since his revival. 'My king... is it true that... you're... free...?'
'Of Ner'zhul's control, yes.' Arthas confirmed. 'I'm myself... human, no matter how I look like.'
'I...' Kel'Thuzad muttered to himself. 'I'm glad to hear that, king Arthas...'
The knight blinked, his eyes wide of disbelief. 'Come again?'
The necromancer hoped he didn't blush. 'I-I was afraid I'd lose you to Ner'zhul...' he blurted.
Arthas relaxed, a warm smile fixed upon his face. No, he wasn't fooling himself. He heard those words well. He understood the tone well. He knew it well.
He moved closer to the other man. 'Tell me, Kel... how much could you give to me as your king...?'
The mage thought deeply for a second, raising his head again to the sky. This was indeed a hard question. Perhaps very much will depend on his answer. But he knew wha he'll say. And he won't hesitate.
'Everything.' he replied firmly. 'I give you my life, my fate, my mind. I am yours, my king.'
Arthas grinned widely. He should've expected this. He held his breath and told himself, now or never. 'And your heart?'
Kel'Thuzad blushed deeply, averting his gaze. This was all his master needed; one ashen hand grabbed his chin and turned Kel'Thuzad to face him.
And pressed his own lips to Arthas'.
With eyes wide, the necromancer tried to pull away, but the dtrong hands of a warrior held him close. Arthas forced his lips to part further, so that he could penetrate him with his tongue, surprisingly warm as for an undead.
As he pulled back, the black haired man started to struggle again in his king's strong embrace.
'Kel...' Arthas said softly. 'Are you afraid of me? I won't hurt you...' he placed his lips to the necromancer's ear and whispered silently: 'I love you, Kel'Thuzad. I really do.'
The mage ceased to struggle; his thin body nearly sank in the strong arms.
'My king...'
'How much are you ready to give me now, Kel?'
Kel'Thuzad hesitated. A look of determination crossed his features for a short second and he sat straight, grabbing the pale hands. 'Everything.' he said firmly.
'Everything?'
'All I have and ever will, my king.'
The knight grinned. 'Call me Arthas.' he leaned forward and kissed the other man again, his arms wrapping around his back. One of them moved lower and into the loose robes.
The mage moaned into his master's mouth. The warrior pulled back and silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. They were at least fourty feet away from the city; there was no threat, they both knew it.
The hand moved to the front. Kel'Thuzad moaned louder, closing his eyes. Arthas released him from the embrace and pulled his pants down, massaging his member gently.
'I love you, Kel.' he repeated and started to stroke the growing sex.
He watched the other man lay down on the grass and his breaths slowly began to grow shallow. The knight also felt himself harden; he moved his fingers down, to the balls.
'M-my king...'
'Arthas.' the pale man corrected, undoing the rest of the mage's robes. 'You're beautiful, Kel...' he commented, his voice warm and gentle.
He bent forward and kissed the warm lips, then travelled down along the neck and chest to one nipple. He licked and sucked on it rapidly until it hardened. The necromancer turned his head to one side, giving out a low groan.
'Ask for more, Kel.' Arthas ordered. 'Tell me you want it. Ask me for more.'
Kel'Thuzad didn't open his eyes. 'Ple-ease...' he breathed. 'More...'
The king smiled; that was all he needed. He withdrew his hand and laid himself between his lover's legs. He gently licked the hard member all over, and then took it into his mouth as deep as he could. He moaned.
The mage panted. He placed his hands on the white hair of his master, caressing them gently to show him how good it feels. Arthas sucked harder and moved his tongue all over it.
Kel'Thuzad hissed, his muscles straining.
Noticing it, the warrior pulled back and started to unbuckle his armour. The necromacer watched him, desperate need in his eyes, but said nothing. Soon his king was kneeling naked in front of him, his own erection ready.
Dear gods, Kel'huzad thought, this will never fit...
Arthas bent over him again, kissing him all over the chest and neck. He entered him with one finger. It wasn't bad, so the mage did not react, breathing deeply. The death knight thrusted for a moment, then added another finger; his lover gasped.
'Does it hurt?'
When the answer was a headshake, he added a third finger. Kel'Thuzad tried hard not to yell; someone would hear. He placed a hand over his lips and moaned into it, the sounds low and muffled. Arthas worked on him for a few more minuted, panting. This was taking some time, and he was growing impatient. He withdrew the fingers.
'Turn around.' he ordered gently.
The mage did as he was told, his face now to the ground. His heart was bearing fast. He knew what was to come and that it will surely hurt, but on the other hand he was more than certain that he wants it. He closed his eyes when he felt the hard member press against his stretched entrance.
'Ready?' Arthas asked.
Kel'Thuzad mutter a short "yes" and held his breath, when the knigh slowly pushed it all into him. They both panted heavily as it went inside.
'Gods, Kel...' the king breathed. 'You're so tight...'
He started to thrust slowly, the necromancer moaning each time the member went past his prostates. As Arthas increased speed, the mage hissed, rough pain seering through him. He fought the urge to scream with all his willpower, tears dropping from his eyes; finally, he couldn't bare it. He reached to his own sex and squeezed. He gasped at the bliss and stroked in the rhythm steadied by the other man.
Arthas' fingers clawed into Kel'Thuzad's narrow hips; he gasped, his head falling forward. He kissed his lover's neck, as his muscles strained. He released into the mage, panting and growling, thrusting harder than he intended to. The black haired man moaned, increasing the speed of his strokes. When the king's pulses stopped, his own orgasm, began; his inner muscles clenched around Arthas, squeezing out what was left in him.
After a few blissful moments they both collapsed on the ground. The death knight wrapped his hands around his lovers chest, pulling him close and sighed deeply. 'Kel...'
The mage's only response was a hand that grabbed Arthas' arm.
'Sorry it had to hurt...' the king apologized. 'That it couldn't have been as pleasurable for you as for me...'
Kel'Thuzad laughed softly, turning to face the pale ruler. 'But it was...' he whispered, his eyes glittering with a warm light. 'It always is when you do it with someone you love...'
The undead warrior smiled widely. Dreams come true, someone once said. Perhaps the gods did think he already paid and luck finally returned to him. Either way, he was never going to let go of Kel'Thuzad ever again.
He kissed the weated forehead and sat up, reaching for his clothes. 'Come, my dear... we've got a true to sign.'
The dawn of victory can breathe in the wind
And this would mean the great rebith
Reborn the one who found the light (...)
e one (be one!) of us (of us!)
And do as all the prophecies want
("Gargoyles, Angels of Darkness part III: ... And the Legend Ends...", Rhapsody)
A few days later all was arranged. The leaders of the world insisted that the truce is sign on paper as a proof, so no one can try and break it without consequences. No one actually opposed. And now, with Furion Stormrage back even the Horde agreed to sign it.
Thus all the world's leaders were now standing in the church of Northshire Abbey in Azeroth. The priests were surrounding them as witnesses sworn to the Light. The documents and quill travelled from hand to hand and the only sound was the scratching on parchment, almost as if everyone held their breaths.
Finallt, when all the seals have been places, Malfurion stood up.
'From now on there will be no more strife between us.' he announced solemnly. 'We have signed this pact and thus swore to unite against what remains of the Burning Legion. We are to share our wisdom, might and hopes forever on as friends.'
The document rested on the table, signed and sealed. This was it, the beginning of a new era, a new world. A better future, perhaps; time will tell. As for no they are together one great world.
Malfurion Stormrage, archdruid of Moonglade
Tyrande Whisperwind, high priestess of Elune
Jaina Proudmoore of Theramore Island
Varian Wrynn I of Stormwind
Thrall, so of Durotan
Cairne Bloodhoof
Sylvanas Windrunner of the Forsaken
Magni Bronzebeard of Ironforge
Illidan Stormrage of Outland
Kael'thas Sunstrider of the Blood Elves
Vashj of the Naga
Arthas Menethil I of the Scourge
Outside the church, a raven smiled and flew away.