Back again with chapter 2 :) I have lots of ideas for this story but how much I write really depends on how busy I am. Please leave a review if you like it!

WARNING: explicit boyxgirl, girlxgirl, boyxboy (lol, spicy chapter)

The Two Dragons

"Taelia…" Anduin slowly composed himself, sitting himself up enough to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry everything going on recently- Wrathion came and visited and it just brought up bad memories."

"Wrathion? Was that who came for me? Tall, dark skin? Red eyes like some kind of supervillain?" Taelia gazed down at the broken prince in her arms. They push him so hard…

"You met him? What did he say?" Anduin perked up, worried that Wrathion had told her about the kiss or that he had harmed her in some way. Why would he even know who Taelia is?

"He just told me that you had called for me, he said you had been discussing some difficult matters, and that he had to leave but he was worried about you… So I came as fast as I could and found you here," Taelia explained, gently easing the shirt off the king's fragile frame. He's really beautiful, almost prettier than a woman. Is that a bad thing to think about a king? "Let's get you into the bath, warm water always calms me down, I'm sure it'd help you," she said gently, rubbing the tears from the King's face and kissing his forehead softly. "You need to take better care of yourself, my love." She stood and walked to the large bathtub behind them, starting the water and preparing a towel for when he had finished.

Anduin rose slowly behind her, staggering slightly and half-falling on her from behind. He wrapped his bare arms around her stomach and nestled his face in her shoulder. "Thank you, Taelia," he murmured, his words tickling her neck, as he slowly and gently trailed a path of kisses across her collar bone.

"Anduin, behave," she chuckled, resting a hand on his soft golden mane and pushing him away slightly.

"You don't want to?" Anduin replied, an edge of darkness in his voice, as he pressed his hips against her from behind. "Taelia… I'll take good care of you…" Taelia bit her lip, the heat of arousal burning between her thighs.

"Just take your bath first, okay? I want to make sure you feel all better before we-" she cut herself off with a gasp, as Anduin cupped both of her breasts in each of his hands, massaging them and pulling on them gently. "What's gotten into you?" she half moaned. The truth was, the two of them had been in a relationship like this for a while now. Anduin's advisors had been worried at Anduin's lack of partnership, especially for the furthering of the royal bloodline. In essence, after Kul'Tiras had been reunited with Alliance, Taelia had been sent to be a joining and furthering of royal blood between the two kingdoms, and although it may have started out purely diplomatic, Taelia found herself falling more and more for the gentle lion every day they spent together. She worried endlessly about Galeheart, cooped up in Boralus waiting for her return, and about the fate she might face, being the queen of Stormwind, but the path had been laid ahead of her, and all she had to do now was walk.

"Just let me, okay? I'm feeling pent up," Anduin said, biting her neck and pulling hard on her nipples through her thin shirt. Taelia moaned softly, feeling the wetness pooling between her thighs. What has gotten into him? Anduin slowly traced the curves of both sides of her body, resting his hands on her hips and pulling them back towards him. The memory of the kiss he shared with Wrathion still burned on his lips, and with a sort of desperation, he searched for Taelia to erase it. "Come," he grabbed her lower arm and walked them both towards the massive bed in his private chambers. Upon reaching the edge, he gently lowered her onto the downy comforters, massaging her breasts while she fumbled with the clasps on his pants. Anduin couldn't help but notice the delicacy of her hands, and he remembered, painfully, those of Wrathion, touching his forehead, touching his lips, his big hands on either side of his head, pinning him to the wall. Why can't I get him out of my head, what the fuck is happening to me?

"Anduin?" Taelia questioned, seeing the King distractedly staring into the distance, just over her shoulder. "Is everything okay?" Anduin blinked twice, returning his gaze to the girl beneath him. Anduin didn't particularly find Taelia to be beautiful. Her feminine features and large breasts made her the subject of many lewd jokes shared behind closed doors in the palace, but Anduin had never partaken in that culture. The best part about Taelia was her powerful, heroic persona. She had a rugged quality to her that, while lowering her charm to many, made her immensely interesting to talk to. She had a way of telling stories that would wrap you up and make you want to stay forever, and she had enough stories that you probably could stay forever without her ever running out of things to talk about. Anduin rested a hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes. She doesn't deserve this, what am I doing thinking about someone else- a man, at that- Anduin shuddered slightly with disgust- when Taelia is here below me, waiting for me to please her. Anduin traced his hand down her body, resting it just below her belly button, delicately drawing circles against the cloth over her pubic region. She arched her back, pushing her hips against his hand causing it to slip further down until it rested just above her pussy. It's hot. She wants me to… Anduin rubbed his thumb softly across the fabric where the opening of her pussy would be, feeling moist, humid dampness against his fingertips. "Taelia…" She sat up, pushing him back from the edge of the bed and kneeling at his feet.

"Let me," she said, as she lowered his pants, freeing his erection. He's not very hard yet, that's odd. Taelia thought to herself, as she took his cock in her mouth. I'll have to make sure to please him. Anduin looked down at her, watching her face bob back and forth. Why isn't it getting hard, what's wrong? He bit his lip, embarrassed. I've never had this problem before… He closed his eyes tightly. If I just focus on the feeling then… The warmth of Taelia's mouth made him shudder with pleasure, the sensation reminding him of Wrathion and the kiss they had shared earlier. He was so warm. Anduin thought- almost against his will- remembering the whiskey scented breath that he felt on his lips. His mouth was so hot… Anduin's erection grew in Taelia's mouth, and she looked up at him curiously, seeing his eyes closed. Wrathion's mouth… Anduin thrust deep into Taelia's mouth, taking her by surprise and making her cough. I wonder what it would feel like inside his mouth. He placed his hand on the back of Taelia's head and pushed it closer against his hips. I want to be inside him like this...

"Fuck," he groaned, his dick twitching deep inside Taelia's mouth. Why can't I get it out of my mind, what's happening? Did he do something to me? Anduin opened his eyes, everything suddenly becoming clear. What if he charmed me like before? That sick fuck tried to make me gay for him… he's trying to take over my thoughts and make me some kind of sick faggot like him… fuming, Anduin angrily and subconsciously wiped at his mouth. Why can I still feel his mouth, why isn't this sensation going away? His train of thought was interrupted by Taelia's coughing, she was looking up at him curiously.

"What's wrong, my king?" Looking down, Anduin realized he had gone soft again; with extreme embarrassment, his face flushed a dark shade of red.

"Oh- Taelia I'm so…"

"It's okay, I understand," she said, rising and resting on the edge of the bed. "Your mind is elsewhere, is something bothering you?" She gently lay a hand against his bare upper arm. Something, more like someone. Anduin thought bitterly to himself.

"Just… N'Zoth I guess. I saw a vision today, everything was burning and I-" he choked slightly, tears rising to his eyes. "I couldn't do anything, I was paralyzed in fear, I was-" Taelia pulled him down onto the bed, holding him tightly.

"Oh Anduin you should've said something earlier," she murmured, resting his head on her ample chest. "Let's just rest here, don't worry anymore," she ran her fingers through his soft hair. Her chest is so warm... Anduin thought to himself, pushing himself closer against her and inhaling her soft, somewhat masculine scent. Taelia, I don't deserve you.

"Hmm?"

"O-Oh I didn't say anything," Anduin balked, redness rushing to his face. Lulled by the slow rise and fall of her chest, Anduin slowly fell into the best sleep he had had in days.

After all that had transpired with the King of Stormwind, Wrathion felt more than entitled to a smoke. My head is fucking killing me. He thought to himself, as he procured a snuff-box from his coat pocket and deftly rolled a cigar. What the fuck possessed me to do that? I ruined any chance I had at mending our friendship. Crouching over slightly, he lit the tip of the cigar with his tongue, flipped it the correct way, and took a long, deep draw. What business did he have acting like that anyways? Wrathion thought, the nicotine relaxing him slightly, as he remembered how the king so trustingly undressed in front of him. So confidently… it almost looked like he was undressing for me. Wrathion burned with bitter arousal and angrily shook his head. It's no use fantasizing about things you can't have. Looking up, Wrathion realized he had absentmindedly walked himself all the way from the palace to the trade district. The smell of delicious food, fresh leather armor, and sweat from the masses of people dazed him. Stormwind is really an amazing city. Second, perhaps, only to Silvermoon. Wrathion reflected on his days at the city as the guest of Lor'themar fondly. The brothels in Silvermoon would make any human pale with embarrassment. Wrathion laughed softly to himself.

"Ooh helloooo there tall dark and handsome," a feminine, heavily accented voice called out to him. "You looking for some fun? The inn at Goldshire has plenty of beauties to keep you company… for a price…" Wrathion looked down to see a Pandaren woman, taller than average, with bigger… assets… than average for a panda. "Though someone so handsome as yourself, maybe I'd let you cum for free." She giggled, her breasts almost spilling from her tight outfit. "Come, come follow me." At a loss of anything else to do, and a depression pulling deep at his heart after what happened with Anduin, he followed mindlessly, taking another deep breath of his cigar.

Goldshire was busy, the Darkmoon Faire was in town, and with it hundreds of patrons from all walks of life. The smell of fried street food and the pleasant chatter and hum of music filled the air. It was about 7 now, and the sun had just begun to set. Wrathion pressed the burning end of his cigar into his left arm, watching it burn through his skin before snuffing out. The wound repaired itself quickly, and Wrathion tossed the half-used cigar, crushing it beneath his foot. "Here, this way, it's just getting started…" The panda tugged his sleeve, pulling him towards the inn and inside where dozens of patrons, all of various races, even from different factions, were happily drinking in peace. "Shh," she put a finger on his lips. "This brothel is specifically arranged by Madam Goya, you'd best not let anyone else know what or who you see here," her lips curled into a sly smile, "Wrathion." Wrathion sighed. Of course she knows who I am, probably just wants to milk me for my coin. "He's with me," the panda said to the bartender, who was eyeing Wrathion with a mix of envy and distrust in his eyes. The bartender nodded, gesturing towards the kitchen. The panda pulled Wrathion along with her, never once stopping to wait for his reaction.

"While I'm flattered I'm not quite sure that-" As Wrathion descended the stairs to the basement behind the panda woman, and through a heavy beaded curtain, a chorus of amazed and excited chattering drowned him out.

"That's Wrathion! Son of Deathwing," A blood elf clad in nothing but body jewelry whispered to the vulpera next to her. "I've never been with a dragon before… their dicks must be huge, right?" She murmured, before her and the vulpera erupted with laughter. Wrathion looked around the room, the patrons here were all people he hadn't seen before but appeared to be wealthy. All of them, perhaps, except one.

"Lucille?" The Waycrest heir looked up at him across a cloud of smoke, a scantily clad night elf sitting on her lap, playfully biting her ear, while a Pandaren and Zandalari Troll flanked her either side nuzzling their faces against her breasts.

"Come onnnn mistress take it off…" The night elf said, grinding her hips against Lucille's. "I wanna play…" Lucille met Wrathion's gaze, and laughed softly to herself.

"Didn't particularly expect you to be here, though I guess it makes sense," she said, sipping from a glass of expensive, aged wine from Nazjatar. "Run along girls," she said, playfully smacking the night elf on the ass. "I have business with this man." The night elf huffed and looked at Wrathion angrily. "You can come back later Ariella," she said, smiling. "I know you're fond of me," the three women stood and walked away. She patted the seat next to her, where the Zandalari had been sitting, "Well, what brings you here?"

"Had nothing else to do I suppose," Wrathion said, uncharacteristically moody. I ruined everything. Thinking back on the kiss with Anduin, he bit his lip.

"Something happen?" Lucille questioned, pouring another glass of the wine and handing it to him.

"Yeah, something. With Anduin," Wrathion grumbled.

Lucille laughed incredulously. "Oh my god, Wrathion you didn't…" Wrathion angrily averted his eyes. "Wrathion! What was it like? What kind of body is he hiding under all that armor?" Lucille teased.

"What? No. I didn't fuck him I just," Wrathion started. Lucille examined him, confused.

"Didn't charm him?"

"Lucille no. What kind of piece of shit do you take me for?" He snapped, glaring at her. She sighed, taking another sip.

"Hey, try the wine, relax. Your boy-crush means nothing, Anduin? Sure, he's a king, but he's nothing special. There are plenty more overly aggressive blond twinks-" Wrathion growled. "I mean, have you even BEEN to Silvermoon? I'm sure they'd line up for-"

Wrathion coughed "Lucille that's enough. Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but I'm not really having it right now." Lucille and Wrathion had met during the times that Waycrest Manor was still under the grasp of Gorak and the Heartsbane Coven, she had heard that Wrathion was knowledgeable about mental corruptions, and, being the extremely cutthroat and resourceful woman she was, found him within a fortnight to find out his secrets. The two had hit it off and become great friends, though they hadn't seen each other in a long while.

Wrathion took a sip from the wine glass, pleasantly surprised by the rich, fruity taste. "I just kissed him, that's all." Lucille watched him quizzically, before becoming distracted by the night elf from earlier, Arielle, was her name? Since being pushed away, she had been moodily standing in the corner, her body jewelry framing her large breasts and slender waist. She was beautiful, though not particularly Wrathion's type.

"Arielle," Lucille sighed. "That girl will be the death of me." She took another sip, watching her plaything from afar.

"If I'm interrupting something I can leave, I don't really have a reason to be here anyway," Wrathion said, his eyes scanning the room. Wow, I thought I'd seen just about everything. He thought to himself, as he watched a female Worgen lower herself onto a male goblin's lap. Lucille turned to him.

"How about this. You promise me you'll have a good time with one of the lovely workers here, and I'll let you go?" Wrathion frowned, lowering his eyes to his shoes.

"Lucille, really, I'm fine."

"Well you don't look fine, you look like an obnoxious moody teenager." Wrathion scoffed, standing.

"Yeah, I think I'll take my-" Wrathion fell silent as he met eyes with a young, human male worker, wearing plainclothes and standing at the bar. Lucille followed his gaze and burst out in laughter.

"Oh my god you absolute pervert," her giggles and voice faded away as Wrathion approached the young man. From the corner of his eye, Wrathion saw Arielle bounce her way back over to Lucielle excitedly and resume her position on her lap.

"That's right, good girl," Lucille cooed and placed her hands on her hips. "That's a good girl," She took one of her nipples in her mouth. Right, I'm the pervert. Wrathion thought, somewhat bitterly to himself.

"Excuse me?" The young man questioned, looking up at Wrathion, "can I help you?"

"How much?" Wrathion looked down at him, seeing with disdain his eyes were green, instead of that sapphire blue he loved so much.

"How much? Oh, I'm sorry I don't work as an escort here I'm just a barten-"

"How much," Wrathion's lips curled into a smile. "I'll give you whatever you want." The bartender frowned for a moment, then grabbed his hand, and guided him deeper into the brothel to an area that had separated out into small rooms for patrons to enjoy themselves.

"Look, I've never done this before, and I'm not gay, so it'll cost you," the man said, pulling off his shirt. Wrathion paused, looking down at him. "I really need the money though so I guess… and I mean you're not bad looking…" Wrathion placed his hand on the side of the young boy's cheek and kissed him softly, lowering him back onto the bed.

"If getting fucked by a man ever becomes too unbearable, just tell me to stop," but Wrathion had already charmed him, and he knew he was going to get his way.

In his dream, Anduin was face to face with Wrathion, looking up into his eyes like he had yesterday when they kissed. "What would you have done if I didn't stop you?" Anduin asked him, and Wrathion smirked, rubbing his fingers along his lip.

"You'll never know now, will you?" Anduin angrily grabbed at his waist, pulling him closer.

"Why can't I stop thinking about you?" He questioned, as their chests pressed together. "Did you charm me? What did you do?"

Wrathion licked Anduin's bottom lip slowly, before pressing their lips together. Anduin felt that same, fleeting, burning emotion that had engulfed him the previous day, he felt himself hardening- so quickly, so easily, nothing like it had been with Taelia. Anduin squirmed slightly, uncomfortable and unsure of himself, he felt overwhelming waves of pleasure knowing his erection, just through a few layers of clothing, was touching Wrathion's.

"Wrathion what did you do to me? Did you charm me? You really thought it would be acceptable to do that?" Wrathion laughed, his hand lowering to Anduin's waist and slipping under his clothes. Anduin gasped as he felt those rough, calloused fingers brush against him. He felt his mind going numb, his legs trembling slightly. "W-Wrathion…" Anduin fell silent, shivers wracking his body as Wrathion pleasured him, his red eyes staring Anduin down and making him burn with embarrassment. Just as he felt as though he was reaching his climax, Wrathion opened his lips to speak.

"Anduin, you already know what it's like being charmed" Wrathion pushed his thumb against the bottom of the tip of Anduin's cock.

"You know you're not being charmed right now."

:D Hope you enjoyed! I've been trying to keep people as in character as I can, so please let me know if anything ever seems off! Also, just leave me a review, it makes me feel better about myself \o/

Thanks for reading,

-Scar