Warnings: Gore (mild), Sexual Content (explicit, boyxboy)

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Anguish

Wrathion awoke to a haze of purplish smoke, the scent of expensive tobacco filling his mind. What time is it? Where am I? God- why does my head hurt... He thought to himself, sitting up slightly before realizing he was completely naked. Oh right, I remember. He delicately brushed the hair off of the human bartender's sleeping face, grimacing slightly at the hickeys he had left on his pale skin. Oh god, I really shouldn't have done that. The boy half awoke, rolling towards him and resting his head on Wrathion's chest. Wrathion gently placed his hand on the young man's head stings of shame and betrayal filling his mind as he remembered what had happened with Anduin. I ruined every chance I had. He gently went to stand, slowly lowering the boy back onto the bed. I should get going. I have important matters to take care of. He left a ridiculous sum of gold on the side table, enough for the barkeep to buy Goldshire if he wanted to.

"Rest well," Wrathion murmured, leaning over and kissing the human's forehead. He retrieved his armor and slowly dressed, mournfully almost. I wonder if I'll ever even see Anduin again. He lit a cigar and took a long draw. "I'd best be off." With a theatrical swirl of his cape, he exited the room, strolling past the long, empty bar, and up the stairs. In the distance, the cathedral chimed 6. That early? Wrathion thought to himself, stepping out onto the charming cobblestone streets and admiring the world around him. Though the brothel had died down, here, outside, was still lively. Vendors of different races were all setting up street stands and the delicious smell of greasy, comfort food filled the air. Wrathion absentmindedly watched a vulpera bustle past, two kits tugging on her apron strings. After relaxing for a while and imagining himself living a more normal life than his own, he shrugged his wings out of their confinement on his shoulders and headed off towards Silithus. As he broke the cloudline, he allowed his body to transform to its true shape: massive glistening dark scales covered his skin as his wings grew to their true impressive wingspan. A mere Black Dragon whelp, he was still nothing compared to his father. Roaring with excitement at being free once more, he spread his massive wings to their full extent and purred happily.

The sun felt good, his dark skin soaking it up effortlessly. The ocean beneath him glittered like a thousand precious aquamarine stones, the heady, saline smell and feel of ocean breeze buffeted his face and body and swung him in lazy half circles. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. When he finally opened them again, he realized he had made it to the shore of Tanaris, and, seemingly noticing the time and deciding to wake up, his stomach growled angrily at him. Wrathion allowed himself to slowly descend over Un'Goro Crater, his eyes peeled for any lone diemetradons or ravasaurs for him to pick off. After almost a full lap, he descended on an adolescent direhorn that had been separated from its family while attempting to cross a river. A horrible, deathly screech bellowed from the large animal as Wrathion's sharp claws pierced its skin and raked at its innards. He lifted off from the ground, shaking the poor creature viciously until its cries stopped and its blood flowed more slowly. Wrathion landed with a sharp thud on some rocks at the border between Un'goro and Silithus and leaned down to eat. His teeth deftly peeled the skin of the creature from its belly, exposing its intestines and causing it to bleed profusely onto Wrathion's feet. The smell overwhelmed him, and he tore the creature apart, hunger consuming him. Wrathion ate until there was scarcely anything left, picking the bones clean by lifting them to his mouth with his claws and tugging at the sinew and tendons that clung to them. As a sort of dessert, he broke the sternum in half and drank down the tender bone marrow inside. Discarding his meal, he once again rose up, and slowly glided his way down towards the gigantic sword that Sargerus had impaled the planet with. As he reached the teleportation device to the chamber of heart, he resumed his more compact form, his bones groaned in contempt at being confined to the small humanoid shape as his wings whithered and disappeared behind his cloak.

"Wrathion, yer here!" Magni said, walking towards him. "And ya… just ate?" Magni coughed a bit, eyeing Wrathion's blood-covered mouth and gorey fingers. "Poor beasty, whichever one ya picked up…"

"Top of the food chain, can't exactly help it," Wrathion replied, walking over to the console in the center of the room. "How are things going? Anything to report?"

"There was an er… incident… in Uldum. Apparently N'Zoth got in ta one of the old titanforges and was trying ta corrupt it. Our champions restored the forge, but it appears ta have lost much of its efficiency in tha'attack." Wrathion nodded.

"I see."

"We're heading ta Pandaria now, on a lead that tha'Engine of Nalak'sha might be a compatible back up." Wrathion paced around the room, lost in thought.

"So, is there anything you need me to do in the meantime?"

"Lad, I think you know what ya need tae do…" Magni said, sadly. "Its time ya made yer way to Blackwing Descent and paid yer father a visit." Wrathion blanched at the name, but he had seen this coming.

"Yes, of course."

"Another thing too, Wrathion," Magni said as the dragon began to walk away. "If ya could pay Reagent Lord Theron a visit. It seems like we may need his expertise ta get the gateway open." Wrathion looked back at him over his shoulder. "Plus, it's about time that the Horde got involved with this anyways." Wrathion paused, looking down at his shoes. Lor'themar, eh? It's been a while. "What I mean tae say is, if ya'd like to visit him first before heading to yer father's resting place…" Ahh, I see... He feels bad for me.

"I understand, thank you. Is there a portal to Silvermoon set up outside?"

"Not at tha moment, but there'r some Kirin Tor that can spot ya' a temporary one." Wrathion nodded, waving at Magni over his shoulder.

"Until we meet again, Speaker," he said, and blinked out of the room via the teleporter.

"Did he seem a bit different ta ya MOTHER?" Magni asked, looking the titan creation up and down.

"Emotional readings incompatible with current prototype, please upgrade-" Magni sighed. I'm a bit worried abaet him.

Anduin awoke in a daze, anger and disgust filling his mind from the dream he had just had- but also, that strange feeling, the heat that filled his body was unmistakable. I'm...He looked down, remembering he had been naked last night and that Taelia had been with him, but seeing plainclothes. Where'd she go? Why am I dressed? Oh God I'm so… Anduin pressed his hand against his pants, shuddering at the sensation of his hardness. Fuck… I want to touch it more. Anduin rolled onto his back and slipped his hand into his pants, just like Wrathion had in his dream. What am I doing? Why am I thinking about a man touching me like this? Precum was dripping down his fingers, he bit his lip, thinking about Wrathion's eyes and his rough hands… I cant… fuck I'm going to cum… He arched his back, moaning with pleasure and orgasming - the whole time thinking about his old childhood friend. Wrathion what did you do to me? Immense satisfaction drowned out the voices in his mind, as he lay panting, eyes closed. Upon realizing what he had done, tears and the heat of embarrassment and shame rose to his face. I'm not- I can't be gay- I can't disappoint everyone like that- I'm a King- I mean, even if I weren't… He drew a sharp breath, closing his eyes and putting his arm over his face. I'm so ashamed. Anduin sat up in bed, digging his teeth into his cheek until he tasted the heavy iron scent of blood, desperately using the pain to stop the tears. I can't even believe myself. I'm disgusting. Looking down at the filth on his fingers sent him over the edge, tears pooling at the edges of his eyes. Father… father forgive me. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he angrily wiped at them. I'm such a child.

Wrathion stepped through the portal and into the city. Silvermoon was as beautiful as he remembered it: calm, peaceful. The breeze and warm sunlight ruffled the soft fabric curtains of the portal room, while the hum of transformation magic and the delicate tinkling of the portal chimed in his ears.

"Wrathion! Your appearance is somewhat, unexpected," Lor'themar started, eyeing him hungrily, as Wrathion passed through the curtains and approached him. "And look at you! You're covered in blood, don't you think that will alarm the good people of Silvermoon?"

"Well, I'm just here for you, and I aim to alarm," Wrathion smirked. It's been a while Lor'themar, I know how pent up you get. Lor'themar's one good eye studied him severely as he waved his grand magister and ranger general away.

"We'll continue this later," he said, his eye never leaving Wrathion. "A'sindi, please prepare a bath for our guest. He reeks of… intestines." Wrathion approached him, looking down at him sensually. "Not here, Wrathion, be patient." Lor'themar whispered, as he turned and walked towards his private chambers.

…

"FUCK yeah, fuck like that," Lor'themar moaned, lowering himself further onto Wrathion's dick while Wrathion watched absentmindedly.

"Don't cum so easily," Wrathion teased, trailing a finger up the blood elf's cock as he rode him. "You're so eager, did you really miss me that bad?" Wrathion questioned, lightly raising his hips and driving the blood elf crazy.

"Well I've had a particular problem finding- mm- time for pleasures like this and- ugh," he lowered himself all the way down, his cock twitching desperately. "People with assets worth my time," he said, through clenched teeth. Wrathion smiled pleasantly at him, as though nothing was happening, as he tied a ribbon tightly around the blood elf's trembling cock, pulling it hard to delay his orgasm. Lor'themar dug his fingernails into Wrathion's skin, precum trailing down his cock as he struggled to continue.

"There's this woman…" Wrathion raised an eyebrow, gently pushing his hips a bit deeper and smirking at Lor'themar's face. He's fun to tease. "The First Arcanist, for some godforsaken reason, has taken an interest in me." Wrathion laughed softly.

"She really couldn't tell you're…?"

"I tried rejecting her, I- agh-" The blood elf arched his back, "Wrathion I can't I'm gonna-" Wrathion smiled, pulling the ribbon even tighter until the twitching subsided.

"Be good and tell me about your new girlfriend," he said. Though it's still fun teasing him like this, my mind is elsewhere.

"Why does it matter to you?"

Wrathion cocked his head quizzically. "I suppose it doesn't."

"Fuck me."

"Okay."

Wrathion gently lifted his hips and started thrusting, watching Lor'themar's small frame shiver with ecstasy. This doesn't… really feel good, like it usually does. Wrathion's mind absentmindedly played to the bartender at Goldshire, and then back to Anduin. Anduin… Wrathion bit his lip, closing his eyes and thinking about his lover. Anduin I wonder how you feel… Wrathion imagined those slender hips, those contempt, angry blue eyes. He remembered Anduin's hand on his shoulder, him looking down at him, shirtless, his hair framing his face like a halo. He felt himself being pushed to the edge. "I'm gonna…" "Wrathion?" He remembered the prince's soft voice, their lips inches apart, so innocent. Wrathion thrust deep inside Theron and came, imagining that flushed, pale human face looking up at him shyly. "You stay away from me you fucking faggot, you got that?" Wrathion opened his eyes, pain twinging through his chest thinking about the way the lion's face had looked as he spat those cruel words. Lor'themar gasped, his cock twitching furiously and unraveling the ribbon that had been holding back his orgasm. He came, hard, and Wrathion felt the warm shower of his cum across his stomach. Lor'themar fell forward onto his chest, his long hair tickling Wrathion's neck.

"Why did you come here anyway?" Lor'themar asked, panting heavily.

"We need your help in the chamber of heart." The blood elf slowly raised himself off of Wrathion's body, and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. Several servants, all of which had been watching the two, giggled and smiled at Wrathion, each eyeing him as though they wanted a turn. Wrathion lit a cigar with his tongue, and offered Lor'themar the first draw. Lor'themar leaned towards him, took it in is slender fingers, and inhaled a long drag, before handing it back to him.

"I swear, tobacco always tastes better with dragon fire," he murmured, running his hand along Wrathion's side and feeling his muscles. "The thing with the Arcanist... For now, at least, this has to stop." Wrathion eyed Lor'themar through a haze of smoke. Everyone's cutting me off now, huh?

"Fine." He motioned for a servant girl to bring him a washcloth and rubbed at the cum on his stomach and that was dripping down his dick. "It doesn't matter to me."

Theron raised an eyebrow. "Did something happen?"

"Is it just really obvious or something?" Wrathion growled, irritatedly. I don't want to keep thinking about him, why does everyone keep bringing him up. Flames lapped at his tongue in his mouth, and a gentle curl of smoke escaped his lips. Theron frowned.

"Anduin?" Wrathion shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about it."

The Sin'dorei stood and his servants quickly washed him and draped gorgeous silk fabrics over his slender body. Wrathion watched them as his mind lazily wandered back to Anduin's face. "You… fucking faggot…" Wrathion put his head in his hands, biting his lip. My chest hurts.

"I'll need to prepare for the opening of the portal."

"Bring the First Arcanist too, I'm sure she'll be of help." Wrathion snarled, cynically. Lor'themar frowned. Impudent child.

"I will. I trust Jaina and the..." Lor'themar's nose curled in disgust "traitor Umbric will be there?"

"Yes, Magni has already informed them." Wrathion pulled his clothes on and handed back the cigar. "Keep it."

Anduin walked to the bathroom and washed himself, his eyes lowering dejectedly to his hands. He pulled a long full cloak from the closet and wrapped himself in it, slipping into some leather boots and leaving the room. The guards stood at attention as he walked past, but seeing the foul look on his face, none dared to say anything.

The cathedral chimed noon just as Anduin reached his father's grave; he fell to his knees and gripped the tombstone tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Father I'm so sorry, I can't do any of this right, I don't know what to do." The tombstone gazed back at him, silently. The cool feeling of the stone on his skin and the warm sun calmed him somewhat, and his sobbing slowly settled down. "Varian… I don't know what to do." He closed his eyes and rested his head against the stone. "I miss you, dad. Everything would be so much easier if you were still here. I know you'd know just what to say."

He sighed, snuggling up closer to the cloak around him. "I wonder what you'd think if you knew I'd been thinking about a man… the ways I have been." Pain spread through Anduin's chest. "Would you still love me?" He clasped his hands into fists tightly. "Dad, I miss you and mom." The wind ruffled his cloak, and nibbled at his cheek, pleasant but sharp. "Dad, I think I'll go light you a candle." He stood slowly, making one more deep bow to the monument, before turning back towards the kingdom. "Yeah, I'll go light you a candle." Anduin smiled to himself, sadly.

He trudged his way across the outer palace grounds, looking down at his feet. The cloak was pulled skillfully across his face to hide his identity, a trick he had learned from years of being hidden away as part of the royal bloodline. His shoes scuffled across the cobblestone walkways, and Anduin thrust his hands in his pockets, brooding to himself as he passed tradeshops, taverns, and residences. The oil lights on the streets had been lit for the night, and Anduin realized with a bit of surprise how late it must have gotten. The thrum and bustle of the late-night died off as he reached cathedral square; things were quiet here, except for the orphanage matron desperately aiming to collect all of the orphans, who were still out playing in the streets, squabbling like a dozen ducklings. Anduin noticed her distress, and picked up a small, grimy little girl that ran near him.

"Come now, it's time for bed," he said, letting the cloak fall from his face over his shoulders. The matron gasped and went pale.

"Y-your majesty! I'm so sorry! I- I'll get them to bed quick- CHILDREN!" She cried out, exasperatedly. Anduin smiled, the little girl was looking at him closely.

"Eek! You caught me! Wait! Who're you?" The little girl said, reaching for Anduin's face. She pointed at him accusingly, "You're pretty like a girl."

"Oh my-" the matron, panicking and turning white, looked at Anduin. "You- your highness I apologize profusely," she bowed severely. Anduin laughed, poking the little girl's face.

"Thank you! You should go to bed now, little one." Anduin was used to people calling him pretty. Everyone always told him he resembled his mother, and that she- when she was alive- was one of the most beautiful women in the world. The little girl smiled, and poked Anduin's face back. Children. I never thought about it, but Taelia and I are supposed to… Anduin blushed slightly, happy at the thought. I've always wanted a child. He handed the little girl to the matron and bowed curtly. "Thank you for your good work matron." He watched her gather the children, scolding them each in a harsh, but kind way past the door. Suddenly he was left alone.

Looking up at the large, beautiful building, Anduin remembered the Vision he had had, and frowned slightly. I feel uneasy here. He strode up the long steps, and entered the cathedral, removing his cloak in the customary, respectful fashion, and lying it across the arm of a pew as he made his way to the front. Everyone was gone except for High Priestess Laurena, who was covering the night shift. She shuffled through some documents in the candlelight, not noticing Anduin approaching.

"Um excuse me!" Anduin said, watching her eyes flit up to his.

"Oh Anduin! Hello there! Have you come to light a candle for your father?" Anduin nodded and smiled. "It's been a while hasn't it… Well, for the time being, nobody is down there, so feel free to take what you need and make yourself at home." Anduin thanked her quietly, and turned, walking down the winding corridor towards the catacombs. He paused on the lower landing, picked up a torch, tea light, and some alchemical matches, and made his way to his mother's tomb. It was in a special, hidden place. Though Varian had no bones to show for his death, the head priestesses had buried scraps of clothing that he had worn that fateful day with his deceased wife's bones so as to seal them together for all eternity. The thought was nice, but Anduin wasn't quite sure whether he believed there was anything past all of this. Today, Anduin was surprised to see no candles lit at the family altar. Has it been too long? Are people forgetting about him now? He frowned, sadly.

"It's me dad, I'm here to light you a candle like I said I would." He laughed nervously "I-I mean you too mom!" His voice echoed softly as he lit the match and brought it to the wick of the candle. The catacombs were eerily still, only the soft sound of dancing flames filling the air. Anduin closed his eyes, and kneeled, praying to himself. Dear father, please grant me the strength to overcome- Suddenly, a horrible, shuddering cry tore through the room, temporarily deafening Anduin and causing his hair to stand on end. His hand went to the sword at his side, and he turned towards the entrance, cautiously. Slightly stunned, his head throbbing painfully, he looked around warily, like a caged animal. Anduin… A voice. That voice! It was the same voice as before! The voice of- An old god. The room went black, all of the lights being snuffed out at once, before dozens of large, purple and orange eyes opened from fleshy protrusions in the wall, gazing at him. Anduin… it is too late… The dragon you sent me… will serve me well. Anduin paled. Oh my god, no, Wrathion!

It has already begun.

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