Khadgar followed willingly, eagerly, and Lothar let his hands roam over the mage's body. Now that Khadgar was finally back, and finally his, all he wanted to do was touch him. Lothar slid his hands up under the other man's shirt, tugging at it. "Too many clothes."

"Hang on," he replied with a smile. Khadgar's wings vanished, and he pulled the shirt off over his head.

"I like how fast you can do that," purred Lothar, kissing him again. "And I was impressed by how quickly you got me out of my armor, too. How did you know where all the buckles were?"

Khadgar's cheeks flushed. "I may or may not have been watching you, every time you did it yourself."

Lothar chuckled, slipping his hands beneath the waist of the other man's pants. "You're such a quick learner, you probably had it down pat after one or two times."

The mage grinned, squeezing Lothar's shoulders before starting to undress him as well. "Yes, but I wanted to make sure, so I kept doing it."

The kisses and caresses continued until both men were standing before each other, naked and aroused, and Lothar gazed with unabashed desire at Khadgar. "I've been thinking about this since before I even got to that village," he confessed, guiding the mage down onto the bed.

"I've been thinking about it for a lot longer," Khadgar replied, wrapping his arms around him. "I've never done this with anyone else, but you're the only one I've ever really wanted."

"You knew what you were doing before, though," said Lothar, trailing a hand down to his lover's hip. "Where did you learn to do all that?"

"Books."

"Books?" the warrior repeated. "Just what kind of books have you been reading?" He smiled again. "And can you lend them to me when you're finished?" He took Khadgar in his hand, stroking him, pleased at the way the mage trembled at his touch. "There's plenty of room for your books here, you know. Bring any of them you want…although you can still keep your old quarters, if you'd prefer that."

"I'd like to stay here," he replied, his nimble fingers stroking Lothar's organ as well. "With you." He kissed the other man again, then nibbled and licked under his jaw.

Lothar felt a familiar pleasurable sensation go through him. "Mmm…you can still do that thing with your tongue."

"Hmm?" murmured Khadgar, still preoccupied with Lothar's neck.

"The tingling wherever it touches," he explained. "Is it your magic spilling over?"

"Maybe…" He gasped then, as Lothar began thrusting against his groin. "Anduin…that feels so good."

"I want to make you feel good," he said, "I want to show you how much you mean to me."

"Anduin," he panted. "I want you inside me."

The knight's movements slowed. "I thought you said you've never done any of this before."

"I haven't." The mage's cheeks flushed again. "But I want to. With you. I mean, I did it to you before…"

/He still thinks he has to atone for what he did,/ Lothar realized. /That's why he's offering himself like this./ But Lothar nodded, and then leaned down to kiss the other man deeply, trying to put everything he felt for Khadgar into that single act. /But I will show him how good it can feel./

"Even without proper preparation, it was good," said Lothar, rising from the bed. "And I can imagine just how much better it could be if we did prepare."

Khadgar watched with wide eyes as the warrior took a flask of oil from a shelf near his armor stand, dipping his fingers into it and letting the liquid glisten in the firelight.

"Lie back and spread your legs," said Lothar softly, coming back to sit beside Khadgar. The mage did as he was told, his pupils blown wide. "We will go slow. I want you to be ready." He traced his slick fingers down from the mage's chest to his groin, encircling the base of his cock. "This will make it easier. And so will this." He leaned down, taking Khadgar into his mouth.

"Anduin," he moaned, writhing on the bed. His claws scratched down Lothar's back, not enough to hurt, and the warrior shuddered with lust for the other man.

"It wasn't fair that I didn't get to taste you before," Lothar murmured. "I want to make up for that." He ran his tongue over Khadgar's length again, and then began to tease the entrance to the mage's body with his lubed fingers.

Khadgar arched, unable to keep still as the first finger entered him. Lothar continued using his mouth on him, pausing occasionally to murmur words of affection and encouragement, as he gradually worked his partner open.

"Good?" he asked, once he was satisfied the mage was sufficiently relaxed. He was achingly hard, but he wanted to make this good for Khadgar. He flexed the fingers he had inside his lover, aiming for the spot Khadgar had hit within him the first time they'd been together.

The mage's eyes flew open at this most intimate touch. "Yes, Anduin, yes, do it now, please—"

The sound of his lover begging to be taken almost made Lothar come then and there, but he restrained himself – he wanted to be inside Khadgar for that. He removed his fingers, eliciting a whimper of protest from the mage, then coated himself generously with the oil.

He positioned himself between the other man's legs. "I love you, Khadgar," he said, and entered his lover's body for the first time.

Khadgar moaned again, gripping Lothar's shoulders almost painfully. The warrior pressed forward slowly, ready to stop if Khadgar showed any signs of discomfort. When he was all the way in, he stilled. "Are you ok?" he asked, cupping the younger man's cheek.

"I'm good," he breathed, resting a hand over Lothar's. "I love you too, Anduin."

Lothar felt as though his heart would burst just from the joy of hearing those words. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he said. "I want to be as close to you as possible."

The younger man did so, and Lothar began to move again, Khadgar moving with him. They fell into a steady rhythm, and then Lothar hit that spot inside him again, eliciting another loud moan from his mage. "I should've known you would never be quiet in bed," he chuckled.

Khadgar just laughed, rocking his hips in time with Lothar's, but his motions were becoming less controlled. Khadgar's cock was trapped between their bodies, pressing hard and hot against Lothar's skin, and the warrior snaked a hand down to stroke him in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Khadgar," he said, when he sensed the young man was about to peak. "Come for me, and know how much I love you."

Khadgar cried out, his eyes shining with the blue of the arcane as he reached his climax. The sight, sound, and feel all sent Lothar over the edge as well, and a moment later he was coming hard deep within his lover's body. It was everything good about their first time together, with none of the bad.

Slowly, reluctantly, they came back down to earth once more, their breathing evening out and Lothar pulling his mage into his arms. For a while, they were content just to hold each other, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure.

"Khadgar?" the warrior asked, some time later.

"Yes, Anduin?"

"Do your eyes always glow when you come?" he asked playfully.

The mage grinned, his voice equally mischievous. "You'll just have to find that out, now won't you?"

Lothar pressed a kiss to his forehead. "We should really get cleaned up," he mused. "But I'm far too comfortable like this to even think about moving yet."

"Oh, I think I can do something about that," Khadgar replied. He intoned a few words in a language Lothar didn't know. "A water-conjuring spell."

"Does the Kirin Tor know you're abusing their magic, using it for such a sordid purpose as this?" he asked languidly, as Khadgar used the shirt he'd worn earlier as a washcloth for both of them.

Khadgar laughed again, and Lothar felt his heart soar. He loved that sound. He'd been afraid he would never hear it again, not after what had happened, and he was glad to be proven wrong. Now that they were truly together, Lothar felt as if there was nothing they couldn't do, no adversity they couldn't overcome. Gul'dan, in an act of sadism, had inadvertently created the most powerful weapon against him and every other Fel-touched creature on Azeroth. But Lothar didn't want to think about that just now. Right now, all he wanted was to hold Khadgar and never let him go.

Lothar thought back to the battle with Medivh at Karazhan, and how he'd told the Guardian that he had nothing left to live for anymore. He knew now he was wrong.

It's loneliness that makes us weak, Khadgar had told him after that, repeating some of Medivh's last words. And Lothar was no stranger to loneliness. First Cally, then Callan, then Llane and Medivh. He missed them all terribly, but now, he knew he didn't have to be alone anymore.

And Anduin Lothar would see to it that Khadgar, his beloved mage, would never be lonely either. No matter what the future held.