The smile that folded his face had morphed his expression from concern into cold, callous amusement. Though what exactly was causing him to be on the brink of laughter, he could not tell, nor would he know for the foreseeable future.

Was it the hilarious way Kael'thas' Napoleon complex stood strong on his pale, lucid face, or the way he felt wrapped around Illidan's hard rod?

Either way, he adored the feeling. Allowing his hands to travel up the elves lithe, muscular body, he wrapped his hands - hands roughened by a tortured reality- around Kael'thas' shoulders, bearing down while looking into the other's eyes.

Having never before been in the same position, Illidan was unsure of how to proceed. Glancing down, he noticed that it seemed to be happening. Slowly. Steadily. But maybe it would be better for him if it happened quickly? Easier? Like ripping a bandage off of torn, broken skin?

Releasing a sigh in a woosh of air, he looked up into the elves eyes once again, his expression portraying his plan before he could speak.

A growl vibrated in his throat, and his breath hitched in his lungs as he pressed forward slowly, testing the waters.

"I guess…..are you ready?"

'Was he ready?' That question alone was a mockery of Kael'thas' current position, his body all but limp in the other's arms and his legs grasping hopelessly at hips far broader than his own. Even the stretch of his thighs being forced apart hurt and so he knew, deep down, that this wasn't going to feel good. At least not at first.

"Y-yes… just fucking do it before I lose my nerve." The words he spoke were honest enough, and despite having lay with men before, and even having fucked them, he'd never in his life imagined his body getting torn asunder by another, toes curling and his head falling back against to rest against the cold stone.

Wriggling his hips as if to convince Stormrage of his commitment to their act of carnal lust, Kael'thas groaned when the movement forced more of the Demon Hunter inside of him. It had helped though, moving had, it forced his body to accept the intrusion instead of clamping down against it, he could feel his walls stretch and he let out the smallest of moans. Illidan was hardly close to filling him completely and when he had, Kael'thas was sure he'd be able to breathe, let alone scream.

"I know it will hurt, I wanted it to, did I not? Just do it, break me. You want to, I can see it in your eyes."

Groping his own cock within his fist, the Blood Elf greedily stroked his palm over the pre-soaked muscle, his hips bucking of their own accord despite his lower half feeling almost as if it were being burned at the stake. With his hand busying itself, Kael'thas had something else to focus on, and it seemed to help, if only to get his body moving against the Betrayer's length that was all but tearing him in half from the center. "Do it Illidan. Please. I want it. Look, can't you see that I want it?" His own sex drooled with need as his hand hastily stroked over the heated flesh, veins quivering and twitching with each pass of his silk-like palm.

Leaning down, Illidan adjusted himself, his chest coming down to press against the smaller males, as careful as he could as not to push him too far before he were ready to do so.

Panting in the elves long, shapely ears, his hooves knocking against the floor, shaking as he adjusted, scraping and pawing at the ground like a bull ready to charge, almost dancing on the spot.

Wriggling his fingers to get a better grip, he drug his claws against the Master of Tempest Keep, getting a grip that he knew wouldn't falter, and he would need all the grip he could muster.

He was reminded momentarily of his childhood in Stormwind, watching the horse wranglers in Elwynn Forest, breaking the horses to make them fit to ride. The way they would fight, bucking and screaming in the night, as Illidan sat with Malfurion, making bets on which rider would hold on till the horse relented, and which one would be thrown to the ground, to be trampled beneath a fury of hooves.

He gripped tighter, digging his sharp, curved claws into the flesh beneath him. He would make damn sure he was able to hang on to this pony.

The combination of the images in his mind forced a cackle of laughter to slip between bitten, swollen lips. This was nor the time, nor place for such an image, but it was the only thing he could imagine to take place in the seconds to come.

Lowering his head until his open lips fell against his lover's heaving chest, his dark, tangled tendrils falling down to drape across the other's body, he pressed forward, slowly at first, and then….

Using the leverage he had gained to pop his hips forward and thrust himself blindly into his lovers tense, fearful body, he buried himself as far as he could manage, his lips coming down to tease the prince's smooth skin as he felt their hip bones slam together with an audible clack of bones striking together. He felt flesh move to accommodate him, and he felt the air rushing into the elves lungs like a river of water forcing down his throat to drown him in a tsunami of emotion and physical aching.

His mind taken hostage by the thrill and pleasure of the immense pressure around his manhood, Illidan's jaws sprang open, razor fangs exposed and gleaming beneath quivering lips.

Clenching, a gather of skin between his lips, he bit down, feeling his canines slide into the other's shoulder like a sword into a carcass on the battlefield. Blood exploded into his mouth and down his throat, and he groaned at the taste. Salty and warm and coating the inside of his throat like a crimson elixir, poured from a crystal vial of lust.

He felt Sunstriders hand come up between them, pushing, trembling and begging to pry them apart, but he held fast. Not even wild stallions could drag him away at this moment.

Save from death himself coming to claim him, Illidan wanted to stay like this forever...

Every move that Illidan made after his little display made clear the Betrayer's intentions. He was going to keep his promise of pain and while Kael'thas knew to expect it, when it happened, the fire that poured through him overpowered the feeling of water flooding his lungs. Jaw parted in a scream, the storm outside went uninterrupted at the silent, breathless look of agony painted across Kael'thas' fine features. He had tried to scream, tears slid down his cheeks but sound had been stolen from him, stolen until finally his voice cracked at the exact moment of Illidan's teeth rending the flesh of his shoulder. The scream that left his lips was almost musical, his body convulsing violently and his hands trying to reach, to grasp onto something.

Met with nothing but a wall of muscle, his nails weakly scrambled to find something to hold on to. He felt like he was falling, despite being true and well anchored to the wall behind him.

"G-goddess.. I.. It hurts, my body feels…" He ran out of breath before he could finish his thought, his hands finally managing to find a hold around the back of Illidan's muscular neck, his vision blurring all over again as both the pain of being so thoroughly filled, and the agony of those teeth sinking into his beautiful flesh forced black spots to dance in his vision. He wanted to move, to help, to do something to ease the pain in his body but he was stricken prone, no more than a rag doll in which the Betrayer could use as he saw fit.

Absently moving, his fingers were the only thing conscious of their place in the world as they tangled through the mass of black silk that spilled over his heaving chest. Head falling back, Kael'thas let his eyes roll back as images of blood and pain rolled over him. He couldn't remember where they were coming from, but he could see them, just barely as they darted through the clouds of swirling nether that threatened to swallow him whole.

Despite the sheer agony, and the loss of any sensation beyond pain, Kael'thas' length lay flat against his stomach, twitching in a pool of sticky cum and slick pre, the strands of the mess surely mixing with the stain of blood that now poured down his shoulder and chest in a pathway of rivulets, creating a network of copper and rust against his porcelain skin.

Slowly, carefully, Illidan pulled back, allowing his blood soaked lips to fall from the other's body, his tongue coming out to taste the forbidden elixir dropping from his teeth as he moved back, putting space between them, giving the elf room to draw a breath, a real breath.

He felt a quivering, a fork of lightning striking the base of his spine and threatening to toss him onto his ass. His head throbbed violently, his vision blurring, greying at the edges. It was too much. The feelings covering him, gripping his cock from base to tip, too tight, too hot. He could feel every beat of Sunstriders hammering heart against his rib cage, and he felt it through the muscle's of his pulsing cock.

His head swimming, threatening to blacken, and dark out the sun that was his consciousness, his shaking legs terrorizing him into believing they would buckle and send it all crashing to the ground.

Carefully, using what was left of his brain to power his thoughts, he stumbled backwards, dragging Kael'thas back with him. Still clutching the body of what was once a hated rival, he spun on the spot, his wings flattening against the stone as his back slammed against the wall to steady himself.

Finally, his hooves parted, and he fell to the ground with Kael'thas perched on top of him, holding on to the body writhing between his fingers as if his very life depended on it.

When he landed, his hips folding beneath him, legs spread crudely, a naked, bleeding Blood Elf still clinging to his lap, he drew in a wavering breath. When the shaking in his limbs finally came to a halt, he raised his head to stare into the eyes watching him, deep emerald pools that he feared he could lose himself in. His eyes fell lower, darting between the raw, bleeding flesh against the elves clavicle, the trail of blood, sticky and hot, mingling with a splash of sticky white cum that had splashed against the elves shuddering midriff.

His smile returned, cocky and knowing when he returned to gaze into the Sin'dorei's flashing green orbs.

"Really?"

Kael'thas let out a hoarse cry when he felt his body moving forward abruptly, his head snapping forward just in time to watch the Betrayer crumble and fold, sliding down the wall and further impaling him at an angle that Kael'thas didn't believe possible. It was possible though, and despite the burning pain, the smallest spark of pleasure fired through his nerves, a blanket of ice against the burning fires that surged for his core.

It was the Demon Hunter's voice that drew him from his pain coated stupor, his eyes blinking unevenly and head dropping to see what it was that had Illidan's face lit up in a grin that could have shamed a wolf. "It hurts… it fucking hurts so much but I've never felt this before, my body has never had every inch of itself filled. You'll have to forgive me. I usually... well." He'd been trying to say that he usually lasted longer, but despite two orgasms, his length still ached, throbbing for something more that could send him over the edge of oblivion.

"Is that a problem, Lord Illidan? That you made my body feel something other than agony?" It was his turn for an impish grin to grace his features. His mind was foggy but not in a way that kept him from being alert. Perhaps it was the way that his body was stretched to fit Illidan's massive girth, or maybe it was the loss of blood combined with the unmistakable build of unforgiving pleasure. He wasn't sure which but he knew now that he didn't want it to stop.

Straddled now, over the hips of the Betrayer, Kael'thas leaned his body forward until their chests were flush, his arms lifting to loop around the larger being's neck and his hips rolling just slightly, as to adjust himself in his new position. There wasn't really any adjusting to the way Illidan had stuffed him, but he could certainly try. "Here… let me." His voice was small in comparison to the cries of pleasure and pain he'd let out prior to this, but it mattered not, it was big enough to reach the other's ears and he was only hoping that Illidan would listen.

Rocking his hips forward again, Kael'thas managed to work himself into a slow rhythm, the lewd sound of Illidan's cock had him blushing among other things as his body stretched and pulled, wrapping itself around his lover and swallowing him until the heat he felt had dulled, becoming molten and sticky like a syrup in his veins. "Oh f-fuck!" There was a small exclamation when the head of the Demon Hunter's cock brushed deftly against that twitching bundle of nerves, his stomach hollowing and his body clenching down as he kept up his new found pace. More precum than before drooled from his slit and dripped between his thighs, only to find itself slicking the base of Illidan's cock every time the Blood Elf lifted himself enough for it to do so.

"T-told you.. I could take it."

He had a drunk grin on his face, his hair damp with sweat and his normal fierce orbs glazed with wanton lust. If Illidan had wanted a whore, he'd certainly gotten one. Kael'thas body moved in an almost enchanting way, grinding and rolling on top of him, his stomach bowing out when the full length of The Betrayer forced itself against his slender gut. "I can feel you in my fucking stomach, Stormrage… every inch of your cock is carving its way through my core. It's absolutely… delicious." Letting his eyes fall shut, Kael'thas continued the rhythm he'd created, waiting for Illidan to lose his patience and take control, or lose his mind and fill him with his cum before fucking it into his body deep enough that it all but stained his flesh from the inside out.

A rising and falling, shifting, surrounding and filling the space around him like a mother's embrace. Like a pool of blood.

Comforting, starke and clear in its contrast, he felt the rippling, shifting walls of flesh consume him and then fall away, a forbidden dance performed for an audience that was no one but the two of them (and maybe the numerous elven servants that stood outside the door, listening intently to the sounds echoing from the chamber)

He groaned, his voice rising in a symphony of emotions and physical sensations that plunged through him like an icy cold hand forced through his rib cage to grip at his racing heart.

Exhaling in a trembling breath, his breath hitched in his windpipe, caught between a burning lump of tears in his throat.

What was happening? What were his emotions doing to his brain, his body, his thoughts?

What was he becoming, he brought his hands up to tangle through the elven princes silky, sun ray tendrils, yanking his head forward to slam their lips together in a heated exchange that could shift his thinking, change his mind from its path of destruction and pained thoughts to a locked on missile, concentrating on the task at hand.

Visions invading his mind tore his walls down, and he felt the walls surrounding his heart began to crumble and fall, though he would never allow Kael'thas to witness it.

Vulnerability was something he had chosen to avoid at all costs. He would do anything to never feel that type of pain again. To never feel the sting of rejection when he pushed too far, clung too hard to another person, pouring his heart like blood into their lap only to have it swept away, laughter tinkling like broken glass falling around him.

He would never allow Kael'thas to get to close to him, for fear that it would come back to slap him in the face.

Tenderness was something he had never been good at accepting, and her didn't plan to start now.

He felt it then, trails of steaming water penetrating his lids and begging to fall. Using the hand in the elves hair, he ripped his head back, forcing his lover's eyes towards the ceiling, anywhere but to look at him.

Allowing a hand to fall to the rocking, working waist in his lap, he caressed one jutting hip bone, pulling him forward as to bury his face into the elves neck, hiding himself from view.

He straightened his back, rolling his hips upwards in an attempt to drag another glorious scream from his partner's throat.

"Yes… right there! O-oh my G- Illidan!"

His voice was pure honey and trembling, lilted moans were that of sinful oil, dripping down his chin from pouted lips to dance against the Betrayer's ear. When Illidan had snapped his head back and thrust his hips forward, Kael'thas had let out a keening wail of a moan, crying his name toward the ceiling and surely giving the Sin'dorei on the other side of the door something to really giggle about.

"Please don't… I wanna see your eyes… I don't care." Kael'thas was drunk on pleasure, not stupid and he'd felt the hot tears against his throat when the other had buried his face in a rushed attempt to hide. He'd pulled that blindfold free for a reason. Enemies they might have been, but right now he cared for nothing more than the way Stormrage filled his core and made him feel something other than the emptiness of ice in his veins. "Fuck me, Stormrage, deeper… do it again." Bucking his hips as if to encourage his lover, Kael'thas' hands slid through Illidan's hair before meeting the base of his horns, gripping them and pulling until he could see those viridian orbs, burning with pain and something deeper. Had he done this, or were their memories to what they did that had brought Illidan to this brink of self destruction.

"I am not worth such emotion, Stormrage. Take my body and make it yours, forge a new memory in which to falter upon. Come on, don't make me do all of the work." He purred the words like silk against his lover's ear, rocking his hips at a faster pace now that he sought whatever it was that Illidan had done to illicit such wanton cries from his chest. He found it just moments later when the head of the Demon Hunter's cock slammed against his prostate, a sudden and startled moan choked from between his lips. "Ah… so that's it.." He really had never done this before and finding such a delicious sweet spot, well, it was easy for him to become infatuated with finding it again and again.

"Look at me, Illidan, look at my body, it aches for you, please… Goddess please take me." Almost in tears himself from the sheer frustration, Kael'thas quietly vowed to lose himself in Illidan's body, to cause the Betrayer the kind of pleasure that couldn't be forgotten. He would replace whatever haunted his lover below him, and with it, he would be the reason for his screams, be they that of pleasure, or agony.

A shiver dancing up his spine and the words spoken to him, his eyes coming up to meet his lovers ungrudging gaze. For a split second, something inside of him snapped, and he allowed Kael'thas to see his true emotions, to see his feelings, to see his vulnerable spot and to have at it as he pleased.

For one moment he was open, and the gasping moan that fell from his lips was a mixture of pain and pleasure. A clashing of good and evil. Like two trains colliding in a head on accident that caused an explosion that rocked his very core.

Fighting back all of the hurt he felt in his heart, he pushed forward again, his hands flat against the stone wall, propelling him up and out, slamming Kael'thas onto his back on the ground below, somehow still sheathed inside of him when he came to rest on his hands and knees above him.

"If you tell anyone what has happened here…."

He started, slamming forward with enough force to knock the elves teeth together in a repulsive clatter.

"I will rip your heart out of your chest, do you understand me, Sunstrider?" He asked, feeling the waves of his emotions threatening to overwhelm the dam that held them back. All he needed was one...little…push.

Kael'thas drank in that vulnerability, savored in and he wanted to bask it in the heat inside of him, to somehow sew together all of the cracks that seemed to form around the very thing that made Illidan who he was. He had no chance however and instead of words, a startled cry was stolen from his chest, his legs moving accordingly and allowing the massive male above him to remain buried in his body, each feral thrust pulling a cry from his throat until those words pierced his ears.

"If you tell anyone…"

Sobering slightly, Kael'thas gazed up at the anger that was was ever so vibrant in the other's hues, his brow furrowing and his body letting his mind shut down. He wasn't going to say anything, he would give Illidan what he wanted, and anything he had felt? Clearly it was one sided, or a moral misjudgement. Groaning quietly when Illidan all but bottomed out inside of him, Kael'thas whimpered and turned his head to the side. It was his turn to hide his face, flushed with exertion and damp with more than just sweat. Tears came easily now, and they weren't from pain, or an overabundance of pleasure. No. The Betrayer, the being that was currently using his body as nothing more than an outlet and made him do this.

"I'll rip your heart out if you tell anyone."

It was all Kael'thas could hear, even despite the Chosen One's moans, his own body had gone silent and he couldn't keep himself from uttering the words. They were bitter and when he finally cast his gaze upon the one above, his eyes were filled with a virulent anger. "IF you're so fucking ashamed of this then kill me when you're done. Rip my heart out, just like you want to." He spit the words and then coiled his hands around Illidan's forearms, legs moving and one hooking at the other's hip, lifting his lower body just slightly off the ground. Illidan might have been ashamed, but Kael'thas would be damned if he ever had anything better than he was getting right now.

He was shaking, his body trembling like a mountain atop an earthquake. He brought a clawed hand up to clap across the elves mouth. As he silenced him, he continued his movements, slamming down into the body beneath him with enough force that he swore his sensitive ears could hear the floor cracking beneath them.

"Shut up! Stop talking!" he screamed, his head swirling and swimming from the sheer force it took to hold back his pained emotions. They grabbed hold of him, pulled him down and threatened to drag him to hell. Forcing him to feel what he had tried so hard to keep out of his heart.

When it happened, it was fast and painful, and his voice was a glass case of emotion, ready to be shattered by the words he begged to hear.

"Please…." His hands fell from the swollen, scarlet lips, eyes searching, fingers grasping the elves chin, wrenching his head up to look into his eyes.

"Say it. Even if you have to lie" He begged, a hoof slamming with all of his force into the wall behind him, driving him forward and cementing their bodies together as that familiar fire burned within him, begging for release.

"Tell me you love me…" He whimpered, and he broke then, the steel bars inside of his mind turning to dust and falling away and blowing away in the wind of his courage.