Guys! Sup! ^.^ sorry for the wait, I had family matters over the weekend and this week was a little busy.. But alas, I have finished this chapter! Maybe it's just me but I feel like my chapters are too short.. belive it or not this is the longest story I've done. xD I'm usually bad at finishing them but don't worry. I'm gonna finish this one. Oh, and since the darkroom faire's been around this week, I got an idea for annother story, look forward to it! :3

plus, not to brag or anything, but I ah, did a few pandaren raids with a friend in raid finder. I've gotten lucky and snagged a few 503's, and my friend's only been getting gold. xD he was so pissed lol.

disclaimer: I don't own wow or it's characters. Wish I did though. Well, not really. I'd like to be on the game design instead. I'd throw in some awesome ideas ;3

Conor groaned rather loudly, but could care less. He was alone in his room, so it's not like anyone was gonna complain. The sin'dorei was draped across the bed on his back, holding a romance novel above his face to read; Which for the record was actually a dumb story. It was highly unrealistic. No demon is really going to go soft for an angel when he has the chance to just kill it instead. Demons are supposed to be evil, aren't they? He was having trouble focusing on it however, considering the situation at hand. Most people had gathered their necessities and mounted up to go home for pilgrims bounty; whereas the blonde found himself alone in his dorm room. "I can't take another few days of this!" He whined to no one in particular. It had been a slow week. He almost regretted not going home. Almost.

He was one of the few people that had actually stayed behind. There were like ten more people besides him. Even lieutenant Myner went home. Thankfully he wasn't required to do anything, food would still be served at usual times. Of course he'd have to endure the rest of the week hanging around in his dorm room. Everyone was required to keep in their rooms except for going to the bathroom and meals. 'I never minded being alone before..but since I got used to Lang being here, having him gone has me feeling lonelier than ever..' He thought unhappily. He sighed aloud, dropping the book on his face. It was only Wednesday. Lang wouldn't be back until Monday evening.

He wrinkled his nose, the pages of the novel smelt old.'I wonder if Lang misses me at all..?' He wondered. 'Plus, how old is this stupid book anyways? It reeks.'

Conor sighed again. He decided to try and nap, sleep's always a good time waster. Chucking the book at the wall angrily, the sin'dorei wiggled his way under the blankets, satisfied at the loud 'thunk' sound that echoed off the wall. He stopped for a moment, as something occurred to him. 'I could sleep in Lang's bed. He probably won't mind...plus..it probably smells like him.' Conor pondered the idea longingly. His willpower weakened by his emotions.

'he won't even notice.' he reassured himself. He carefully climbed up the ladder, he was never one for heights; He didn't even dare to look down. He squeaked in unison with the last step that decided to creak under him. Carelessly flopping onto Lang's blankets, he confirmed that they do indeed smell like the kal'dorei. He inhaled deeply. "Lang..." He whispered so quietly he barely heard it himself. Clenching the blankets, he wrapped them around his small frame. A small sigh escaped him, Lang's scent seemed to be all around him.

"Perhaps this is a little creepy.." His mind warned him. He blinked, staring at the blankets for a moment. "oh well." He smiled softly, like someone who had been upset and had a friend try to cheer them up; He cuddled closer to the blankets.

"One more day Conor. One more day. You can do this." He chanted aloud to himself. Multiple times. He glanced at the book on the floor warily. "Do I dare finish you?" He asked, as if he expected an answer. The sin'dorei glared at the novel that sat across from him, if only he were a warlock, he could incinerate the stupid thing. 'Wait a minute. This isn't even my book.' His eyes widened. "You're Lang's stupid book! Why would he bring such an awful book here? Heck, why did I even try to read you?" He ran his hands through his hair wildly, trying to make sense of the situation. "I'm gonna throw it at his face when he gets back!"

Dusk had just fallen along the hill Hearthglen sat so proudly upon. The evening air smelt of leaves, nature's way of signifying that it was fall. As he neared closer, Hearthglen was slowly coming into view. The kal'dorei was grinning to himself, until he realized it that is. Lang's smile faded into a frown quickly, he wasn't about to show his emotions to just anyone. Only certain people get to see his emotions, like his family, and his friend Mug, and Conor...he shook his head vigorously. 'I'm just glad to get back to training and learning new abilities...' He attempted to convince himself. His horse slowly came to a stop as she neared the stables. "Alright girl, thanks for the lift." He stroked her mane affectionately before hopping off. Lang dusted off his clothes as a force of habit. Actually, it was the first time he wasn't fully suited up in armor. He simply wore a plain tank top and pants. He led his mount into the stables, giving her one last rub before heading back to his dorm. With his bag tucked under one arm, he had a free hand to run through his hair. "Damn. I must've gotten back earlier than the others." The halls were pretty deserted. "I bet Myner's not even back yet." He chuckled to himself. "Better enjoy the silence while I can."

The sound of his footsteps echoing off the concrete was growing annoying rather quickly. Lang scowled, his eyebrow twitching in response. "You just had to leave today didn't you? Why didn't you wait until tomorrow?" He muttered to himself, so low only he heard it. He continued arguing with himself for a few more minutes, until he ended up almost passing his room.

He dug around in his pocket, confused when he didn't feel a key. 'Thats odd.' He felt the other pocket, getting the same result.

"Well fuck." Lang grumbled. He dropped his back violently, and snapped it open with ease. Staring at the piles of clothes wadded on top, he shrugged, before yanking them out and carelessly tossing them anywhere but in the way. As he got to the bottom of the bag, Lang ran a hand through his hair in defeat.

"Where the hell did I-?" He cut himself off, as he'd bent down to pick up a shirt, he'd heard a small klink behind him. He glared at the piece of metal, snatching it off the ground as violently as possible. Keeping it in his hand this time, he gathered up the rest of his things and headed inside the dorm, closing the door with a soft 'click.'

Hearing the door close, Conor turned to look at Lang from his kneeling position on the floor. His eyes widened in shock, then softened to sheer happiness at seeing the other. He sprang up like a rabbit, dashing over to throw his arms around the other. "Lang! I missed you a lot! It's so boring in here I thought I'd die! Plus I read this really awful book and ended up finishing it and I-"

Lang cut him off, pressing a finger to small, but soft, lips. "Did you really miss me that much?" He whispered seductively; Taking in pleasure from the embarrassed reaction he got. Oh, how he'd missed teasing the blonde.

Well aware of how red his face had gotten, Conor tried to break away from the other; Somewhere along Lang had returned his hug, pinning the two of them close together. "M-maybe I did.." He stammered nervously, averting his eyes.

Smirking, Lang traced his finger along those delicate lips. He was getting WAY too into this.

Conor was speechless. Lang hadn't done anything like this before, even if he was just messing with him. The close proximity they shared was warm, he could feel the heat radiating off of Lang's body. This was bad, the whole situation was turning him on. If he didn't do something he'd-

Lang retracted his finger, his smirk fading to a small smile instead. He leaned into the other until their foreheads were touching. "I missed you too." He spoke softly, in his husky voice Conor had really grown to like.

His heart was beating so fast he thought it was gonna pop out of his chest. Lang was so close, so intoxicatingly close. He could feel every breath the other was taking, and those yellow eyes were looking straight into his own green ones. He'd never been in a situation like this, Conor wasn't sure what to do. His face seemed to grow warmer with every passing second, whereas Lang didn't seem fazed in the least.

'Fuck. He's really cute.' Lang tightened his arms around the other out of reflex, the warmth the two shared increasing just the slightest bit. He glanced down at those elven lips, wondering what they'd feel like against his own.

Time seemed to slow as Lang connected his lips with his own. He felt Lang tug him closer, to which he happily obliged; His lips were rough, but firm. Their lips were in sync, flush against each other. He followed Lang's movements, keeping up perfectly. He slowly slid his hands up to the kal'dorei's silky hair, his fingertips brushing against the blue strands. In return Lang's hands slid lower until they came up again under Conor's shirt. His hands were a warm contrast to his cool skin, sending shivers up his spine. The kiss was over as quickly as it had started, leaving the two of them panting for a few moments.

Lang could see the questioning look in the others eyes, however he wasn't sure what to say. 'Did he want to go further than this? Hells yeah! But he was positive the sin'dorei wouldn't go any farther than this, not yet anyways.'

They were still pretty close together, however Lang dropped his hand from the blonde's stomach. Conor smiled shyly at the other, it was the first time he'd ever kissed anyone; But there's no way in hell he'd admit it aloud.

Lang yawned, startling the other. "No offense or anything, but traveling all the way back here has worn me out.." He smiled, ruffling the blondes hair playfully.

Conor glanced up at the kal'dorei, nodding in response. "That's fine, I'd probably be exhausted too."

Lang kissed the top of the sin'dorei's head, shrugging off his clothes until he was in boxers. "G'night."

"Night Lang." Conor replied, before adding, "Glad you're back."