His grin spread like a plague across his face, stiff and more than slightly intimidating.

Slowing the flapping of his wings, he allowed his hooves to touch ground once more, tapping quietly on the stone as he landed. He stood unmoving for a moment, cold, staring at his victim, taking in the scene before him without a sound or a word.

The minutes ticked by into what felt like an eternity before he moved, taking a step towards the elves limp body. Leaning down, in one swift movement he grabbed the elves limp wrist in his fist, yanking him up before him. He grabbed the smaller male's waist, getting a better grip so he could throw him over his shoulder.

Carrying his prey, he made his way to a nearby wall, something he needed to secure Kael'thas in a way that he found satisfactory to prepare him for the games to come.

He made it to the corner of the room, brushing the curtains aside, he propped the elf against the hard, unforgiving wall, posing and adjusting him like a doll in the hands of a child. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he dropped to his knees, straddling the lean, muscular waist of his target, positioning himself in just the right way, before…

"Wake up, weakling!" He yelled, a hand coming up to strike across the face of his prey, snapping his head back and to the side, his golden hair flying like a veil across his face. Reaching down, he gathered the elves wrists in his hands, pulling them up and holding them against the wall behind him, effectively pinning him down.

Right where he wanted him.
Stirring ever so slightly as he was pulled, moved and positioned, Kael'thas remained suspended in a dark world, his mind a place of horrible dreams, a landscape of death that reeked of death and betrayal. Muted were the sounds that invaded this world, muffled screams and the whisper of violent wind that kicked up the foamy sand beneath his feet. In the waking world, his body wasn't even touching the ground, but in his head, even though he was on his own two feet his knees almost buckled. He'd been here before, years ago, before he'd made that pact with Kil'jaeden, but now the landscape was barren and decrepit. There wasn't time for the Blood Elf to try and make sense of anything, as before he had a chance a searing pain radiated in his skull and in his head, he screamed.

He screamed and the sound ruptured the silent weight that surrounded himself and the Betrayer, his eyes flying open for the smallest of moments before his head lolled forward, a veil of wheaten gold falling and shielding him from view.

"The choices I made… traitorous." His voice was a gurgle as he choked back the taste of blood that sat at the back of his tongue. He could feel his back against cold stone, rough and crude against his velvet skin. His vision swam and he found that once against he couldn't move his arms. "Nnh…" He could feel warm against his front, a harsh contrast to what pressed against his spine and try as he might he couldn't quite swim through the darkness to correct his vision to where it had been before.

"Illi-" … "Illidan?" His head rolled up finally, golden strands of silk clinging to his face that was wrought with confusion. His head felt like it was an anvil and whoever held the hammer was doing a number against it. "Heh… so this is your plan. We need to stop him first. We can do this later… we gotta stop him. My elves."

He was mixing the past with the present, his train of thought something far different than what Illidan was doing, surely he would catch up, but as it were currently, he was years in the past, the world spinning as his eyes finally made the glowing green behind the blindfold, a crooked grin curling against a confused face.

"My head… feels like I'm on fire."

He'd hit his head harder than likely intended, but that mattered not, what was done was done, and Kael'thas was again barely conscious, head lolling back to match the way his eyes showed whites, rolling into his skull.

"It seems you may have hit your head a little bit harder than I thought." Illidan muttered to himself, watching as the elf before him struggled to gain his footing, wavering in and out between this world and...whatever was going on in his head.

The Betrayer watched his prize with anticipation, watching as he fought even to hold his head upright. Something within him had been knocked loose, possibly broken, and for some reason Illidan found it to be more intriguing than annoying.

Scooting forward on his knees, he pushed himself forward until his hips lay flush with Sunstriders sternum, shivering as he felt a sudden warmness-no...searing hotness- pressed against his bulge, though it was currently in a completely dormant state.

"Kael'thas…" his voice was low, seductive, even soft, calling to the elf beneath him.

Carefully, slowly, he dropped the wrists still clutched in his fists, and allowed his hands to fall into his lap, fingers fumbling with the ties that were the only thing keeping his pants around his waist.

"Help me… you promised. My elves. But… You're so warm."

"That's okay, Kael'thas. I'll help you…but first, you have to help me…remember?"

Feeling his hands drop to land atop the Betrayer's sturdy thighs, Kael'thas blinked once more, his eyelids heavy and his body shifting in just the slightest of ways. " 'Course I'll help, Stormrage. Whaddya take me for, some traitor like… like…hmn." Shaking his head a bit, Kael'thas struggled to clear his vision and fought to get the ringing to leave his ears, it was to no avail though and so he steadied himself by gripping the other's hips, despite the fact that he was planted firmly on the stone floor.

"What do you want me to do? I mean… it's sorta obvious but Iwannahearyousayit." His voice slurred and he giggled - actually giggled and let his head fall back, knocking just slightly against the wall, not hard enough to do further damage, but it wasn't clear if more damage could be done, at least not for now. Clearing his throat, the Blood Elf lifted his head and finally managed to balance his vision enough so that he wasn't seeing two of Illidan.

"Why do you wear that all the time? Take it off. I wanna see your eyes if we're gonna do this, Stormrage." His voice held none of the venom from earlier, he was stuck firmly in the past as he reached up and tugged at the ragged blindfold that was held fast around the Betrayer's glowing eyes.

"I'll help you. I'd always help you. Even if you won't help me."

He stopped, barely biting back laughter. This could go one of two ways. Very, very good…or incredibly bad. He shrugged. Either way it happened Illidan was willing to take the chance. What had started as a simple means of revenge was turning, blossoming into something that did slightly more that peak his curiosity.

"I've helped you, Kael'thas. Don't you remember?" He asked.

Despite how this started, he decided that he was suddenly okay with the way it had turned. He reached up with one hand, snatching at the blindfold covering the fiery orbs that were all that was left of his eyes.

Ripping it down around his neck, he used the fingers of his free hand to snake forward, grabbing the elves shaking fingers and placing them right where he wanted them.
Squarely above the bulge lifting steadily between his legs.

Tugging his blindfold free from his neck, he allowed it to flutter slowly to the floor beside them.

It had been so long since someone had actually WANTED to see his eyes…

He rested his hand across the one in his lap, lifting his hips just slightly.
Glancing up when the material was pulled free from his face, Kael'thas own green orbs paled in comparison, his jaw dropping only slightly and his hand that had been redirected flexing of its own accord, lowering to press against the heat that was steadily rising between the Betrayer's thick thighs.

"You can't be blind, I can feel you looking at me, through me."

Even his voice seemed enchanted, lost somewhere in the past as that single hand turned to two when his second moved to join the first, it's fingers however moving to tug at the strings and cloth that hid his goal from view.

"I… I remember wanting you. Aha. You didn't know that. Shhh." A tentative hand shot from it's place to cover his mouth, his orbs alight with humor and mirth. "But you want me too. I can feel it."

His other hand worked steadily now, nimble fingers sliding over the twitching bulge that while still hidden, gave off a heat that had brought a flush of heat to the Blood Elf's high cheekbones.

"Would be easier if you'd get off of me. You're heavy."

It was then that he looked down, noting the way he was all but pinned beneath the Betrayer's heavy form as if he were some flight risk, ready and waiting for his chance to flee. He wasn't sure what made Illidan imagine him running from and opportunity he'd been waiting for for several years, but the concern was quickly cast aside, both hands returning to dutifully help his oldest friend.

When the material of the other's bottoms wouldn't slide willingly over his broad hips, Kael'thas made use of the pointed nails that were closer to claws and shredded them through the front, heated hands grasping at the quivering flesh beneath. He cared not if the other was bothered by his destruction of his clothing, he'd been asked to help, and help he would.

"Oh…" Kael'thas had an intoxicated, impish grin on his features at the sight that lay before his eyes, waiting to be devoured, if Illidan's sheer size had given any hints, they had not prepared the Blood Elf for the impossible heat that radiated from between his lithe fingers. "Delicious." His voice was a purr as he sang his praises, one hand lifting to his supple lips and a pink tongue darting out to wet his palm, lifting his gaze to Illidan's as if to make sure he wasn't actually stuck in a dream.
"Don't let me start if you intent on interrupting me, Stormrage, that wouldn't be very nice of you." Sunstrider waited mere seconds before his fingers, damp with his own saliva were wrapped halfway around the Betrayer's thick length. "I suppose I'm meant to use both hands?" His voice was impish as the words were quipped, both hands now moving to encircle the prize he'd sought. He was so warm, and so delectably heavy, he knew he wouldn't have the patience to keep his mouth of the equation for long.

His grin was evil and enticing. This had changed quickly into a direction that he had never foreseen it going. The many many days…weeks…months…years? He had imagined this he had heard agony and seen blood.

Now?
This?

Was it possible he would somehow find a tenderness that he never thought he would have deserved much less accepted or had offered to him.

His voice was a low, thick purr when he spoke, "you can do whatever you want to me..."

After the words had been spoken he lifted his head to stare at the ceiling. How had it come to this? How had something so sinister and based in revenge turned into something tender? Possibly even loving? His fingers digging into the muscles of his lovers heaving shoulder, he braced himself for what was to come, and he hated the trembling, frightening anticipation of all of it.

Blinking rapidly when Illidan gave him such a permission, Kael'thas sighed with contentment, one hand leaving the larger male's twitching length to press against his abdomen, pushing him back in order to free himself from the corner where he could only imagine he'd been placed.

"I want to watch you come undone, Stormrage. I've wanted this for the longest time, but how to tell you? To be something beyond partners against those twisted demons…" His silken strands fell as he crawled forward further pushing the Demon Hunter onto his haunches and then his back, fiery orbs drinking him in as a storm outside of the walls brewed, trembling the stone walls with a raucous thunder.

"The rain is going to be loud, but I can be louder. I'll be the storm tonight, Illidan." Pulling at what was left of the Betrayer's tattered covering, Sunstrider discarded it to the side, nimble hands sliding over well-muscled flesh, feeling each twitch of the corded strength as he neared closer to the hunter's sensitive length.

"Delightful." He murmured, making sure that the last thing Illidan saw of his face was the hunger in his glowing eyes. Shielded by the veil of gold that pooled over his shoulders and dripped like heavy spun silk into Illidan's lap, Kael'thas' lips trailed over the rigid organ that reacted to his very breath with a shimmering bead of precum, slicking the tip until his small tongue darted out to catch it, a shivering breath exploding from his chest at the Betrayer's taste.

"You taste just as good as I imagined." Kael'thas let it be known that he had spent a lot of time imagining this very night in his mind, through their battles and the way they had come to bond over their seething hatred of the burning legion. His mind had stopped spinning and blotches of his old memories had started to fade but the Blood Elf that know hovered over Illidan's waist was still very much attached to the male beneath him as his lips parted and enveloped the Betrayer's aching cock, the warmth that touched his tongue, his cheeks and even the back of his throat brought a vibrating moan from his slender throat, one that would surely pass through the Demon Hunter's velvet-like flesh. Lowering his head, he fought to get more than just the first couple of inches into his mouth, his jaw refusing to open wide enough to welcome much more. Saliva had started to pool and fall, dripping in sticky strands from his lower lip and chin to splatter against the base of Illidan's length, coating the dark flesh in a slick coat that gave Kael'thas the encouragement he needed to shove himself down, convulsing as he choked, shoulders knotting together.

Lifting his gaze, Kael'thas used one hand to shove his golden locks from his face, showing the Demon Hunter the glittering trail of diamond like tears that fell from his eyes, carving a wet path down his cheeks. He was determined to swallow the larger male whole, and the tears fell simply due to the way his body revolted, fighting the very thing Kael'thas wanted more than anything.

Glancing down, Illidan watched the scene unfolding before him, feeling as if something inside was turning, alive and breathing, writhing inside of him. How had it come to this? Something to based in hatred had become something soft and living and even the thought of it had his brain turning circles inside of his confused head.

A million feelings filled his mind, twisting and moving in circles until they caught up with, and overlapped each other, until his head was spinning. The feelings engulfing him were just too much.

Hot, slick and tantalizing flesh surrounded him, taking him and swallowing him completely and it did things to his insides that he didn't even think were possible.
He bit back a scream, long sharpened fangs sinking into his lower lip and he glanced down and made cursed eye contact.

"Shit…" He whispered to himself. That was a bad idea. Thoughts and feelings already overwhelmed him, filling his head and threatening to throw him symbolically onto his ass. The intensity of the eyes staring back at him when he looked down were simply too much for him to bear, and he slammed his eyes closed, screwing them together tightly in an effort to steel himself against the delicious pressure surrounding that aching, yearning part of him.

Behind closed lids, images of white, spurting light and rainbows of colors flooded his vision and he had to fight to chase them away, lest he be ruined.

Though it had changed, shifting and morphing into an act that neither of them had originally (probably?) planned, Illidan knew deep in his mind that it was still a struggle for power. Who would come out on top? A competition to end them all.

Shaking from the force it took to hold back his impending orgasm, Illidan allowed his eyes to flutter open, the smoldering orbs glowing brightly in the dim light. His quivering fingers reached down, entangled in Sunstrider's impossibly long and silky curtain of hair. Gripping it tightly at the base of his skull, Illidan pushed down, arching his back at an impossible angle, struggling to force his rigid length down, deeper into the throat surrounding it.

"Take it, " He growled, his voice quivering like his hands, "Take it all, whore"
A snarl grew from somewhere deep in Kael'thas' chest, a rumbling and feral sound that could have easily matched the thunder that collided with the lightning outside. Had they been near an open window, the blisteringly frigid air might have offered some relief from the searing heat that was boiling over the Blood Elf's body. With every taste, and every noise that Illidan made, Sunstrider's mind began to clear, he fought it though, with every fiber of his being, he fought the urge to remember who this life had made him and when finally, Illidan forced every last inch of himself down Kael'thas' throat, the Blood Elf moaned inwardly, his own hips bucking forward to grind against empty air. Pulling his head back suddenly enough that Illidan had no choice but to let him breathe, Kael'thas' eyes met his with a panic.

"Don't let me remember, Stormrage. I don't want to remember. I want this."

Had there not been such a panic in the Blood Elf's eyes, the Demon Hunter could have easily accused the Mage of deceit, but it was there, trembling through every nerve in his body and he was fighting it. He was enamored with the way his mind was playing back who he used to be, before Kil'jaeden had whispered such promising things into his ear. He had promised that he could free his people, that he could things that the Betrayer would never be able to do.

"Please don't let me remember, Illidan."

With his plaintiff plea, Kael'thas swallowed Stormrage all over again, his throat bulging and his hands digging into the corded muscles of his thighs, intent on being who he'd been all those years ago. To forget what he'd done, to remove the tarnished title of traitor. Groaning around the feast of the male's cock, Sunstrider slurped and swallowed, taking every drop of precum and excitement that the other's body dared illicit. He remembered everything, but perhaps Illidan could remove the stain inside of him and replace it with something new.

What had started out as torture was turning into the Blood Elf begging to forget his sins, to pay penance for the way he'd betrayed the man who had sacrificed almost everything to help him. He deserved whatever the Betrayer gave him, but he dared not think of it lest the other change his mind and do more than simply throw him against the stone floor.

"You're so big, Illidan, but you fit so beautifully in my throat. Don't make me stop. I can fix this." Saliva oozed from the wanton's Elf's mouth, dripping from the corners and stringing from his lower lip to the throbbing, dripping head of the Betrayer's quivering length. Drunk on lust, and not past memories, Kael'thas was at the mercy of the creature before him, deserving certainly of whatever punishment the other sought out to meet.

Eyes downcast, Illidan felt all of his emotions and thoughts fall away, like heavy rocks in a deep, blue river, falling slowly out of sight until they disappeared. Why was this happening? How had this come to be? Everything had surely been different not too long ago. Everything has changed in an instant. One swift movement, one violent outburst and Kael'thas had become a jabbering mess. But why?

Removing his hands from the sweaty golden locks he had clenched in his fist, his head swimming with a mixture of the intense feelings surrounding his full member and the thoughts that had invaded his mind.

"Kael'thas...you...why did-"

He growled, angry at himself and his inability to form a full, coherent sentence. Part of him begged this to continue, see it through and pick up the pieces later, fuck this horny little blood elf into the stone floor below them, and pick his brain later. Another part, a voice becoming clearer and brighter in the darkness, urged him to stop.

Reconsider.

What if Kael'thas had really been knocked silly by that blow to the head? What if this was all about to spiral out of control and explode in his face?
Lust won the struggle between good and evil, and Illidan found himself giving in to emotions he never knew he could feel, let alone for someone he had previously vowed to murder-and painfully.
He savored the feeling of his hot, swollen cock sliding in and out of the wet, waiting mouth surrounding him, and despite his fighting, a moan slithered from between his clenched jaws and echoed in the room around them.

He started to tense, feeling that familiar vibration in his body that started at the base of his skull and raced down his spine. Something inside him had wound too tightly and was threatening to snap, buckling his will and sending it all crashing to the ground. He fought it, struggling within him, unknowingly releasing small grunts and grunts that he tried with all of his strength to contain.
But failed.

He felt something overtaking him. Something he couldn't fight and though he tried, could not push away. Like a white hot wire coiled deep in his belly, he felt that all too real feeling of warmth at the base of his spine, growing and glowing brighter and with a deeper intensity until….it exploded outward in an atomic blast of energy radiating to every limb, racing up his spine and slamming into his brain with enough force to make him dizzy and spin his mind in circles.

The band inside of him snapped, and he nearly bent in half from the force of his orgasm, screaming words that had no meaning, grunting and growling and shoving the elves head down on his hard, throbbing cock.

He felt Kael'thas' lips meet his pubic bone, pushing him down and forcing it deeper and his downcast gaze caught sight of the look in his eyes, and it nearly pushed him over the edge again. A plethora of emotions shone in the eyes as he stared into their depths.

Fear, lust, surprise? Of which, he couldn't be sure, but it bored into his soul with an intensity that grabbed him in a strangle hold and threatened to black out his vision like an eclipse.

He felt it throbbing, pulsing with unspent energy, pumping numerous ropes of thick, hot cum into the mouth sheathed around him.

Finally, something broke and his muscles relaxed, quivering and shaking, turning him into a jittery puddle on the cold, unforgiving floor.