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TITLE: After, in the Dark
FANDOM: Warcraft III/World of Warcraft
PEOPLE: A couple of punkassed knights.
PAIRING: implied/aftermath of m/m, Arthas/Ishan.
RATING: 14A because Ishan's got a bit of a dirty mind.
SUMMARY: After the battle at Icecrown and a startling discovery, Ishandarr's distracted and bemused by the experience of sharing a bed with a living breathing Arthas.
WARNINGS: There's some reference to the weirdness of their past relationship. Though it was never non-consensual it was a bit wonky. Please note, though, that Ishan was always on the less-vanilla side of things. XD That wasn't as a result of being Mr. Spooky McDeathknight. That's just Ishan not being vanilla.
NOTES: Ishan isn't the only partner Arthas had amongst the knights, of course, but he may be the most longcat of them. *cough* This is set WAAAAY after the prior fic. You can probably guess what happened to Arthas just from what's going on here. Redemption and rebuilding mean a lot more than a sacrifice of life, after all, and it's the nature of the light to forgive. tl;dr I am horrible and like making antagonists atone and Kyl does too. XD This is the Arthas in her head. He occasionally crashes on my sofa and is a smartass.
Yyyep, I'm still dicking about with font colours. XD
***
Ishandarr Evenbrooke watched his point of view shift just the tiniest bit up and down in time with Arthas's slow, even breathing. The heartbeat was distracting - last time they'd been in the same bed like this, the human knight hadn't been alive. Those times there was no breath stirring the air near Ishan's ear, no heartbeat, only silence; the sounds of the wind howling around the outer walls was the only interruption of the quiet.
This was different. Strange. It would take getting used to. The body under him was warm and alive and to Ishan an undiscovered country now. He thought he knew every inch of Arthas, knew every place that would when attended to elicit a growl or a shift of his body or a curled hand in Ishandarr's hair…but now there was an entirely different set of responses to navigate.
Hitches in breath, a quickened heartbeat, giddy breathlessness. His laugh was technically the same, but life had changed it, and that shift made Ishan want to drive him to that point again. The territory of breathlessness, of gasped oaths, of his name murmured and demands growled by a voice made softer by a living throat.
The hand at the nape of his neck was warm. When Arthas took hold of his hair, the touch was gentler now, but this seemed to be less out of fear that he might break Ishan than it was out of the realization that he COULD touch lightly and gain the same responses.
The warmth of that hand at the nape of his neck had made Ishan gasp, however unnecessarily. Before it had been cold as Ishan was; now Arthas's touch felt fevered at first and almost burning in the midst of euphoria.
Arthas's fingers curled slightly and uncurled and Ishan shivered a bit. Though the cold in him was relentless and always hungry, being with Arthas now - Arthas Menethil, not the Lich King but the living knight, the penitent, the man so determined to rebuild what was broken in his wake - seemed to satiate it in a profound way.
He hadn't been able to hate the man, in the end. Oh he tried, and Ishan wasn't one to back down from a challenge in any way, shape or form. However, this just defeated him utterly. He'd managed to land ONE hit on Arthas when he collared him, and that was nothing but a pissy slap to the head. After that he didn't have any drive to continue. He wasn't able to keep shouting, couldn't keep a good grip on Arthas's collar, and though the man had no power over him now he still had the capacity to completely subdue Ishan.
Not in the same way by far, but just as surely.
Ishan slid a hand up Arthas's body and then lifted it, trailing just the very tips of his fingers back down. A little pause in breath came in the wake of this, and a quiet murmur, and Ishan was distracted by the goosebumps that rose on Arthas's visible arm.
He knew that this was the kind of response any living person had. He'd gotten goosebumps himself before, and seen them rise on partners' arms in response to his touch. But that felt like another lifetime, and seeing it now was a novelty again.
He ran his fingers over the little bumps, practically enthralled.
He would have done it again and again until the bumps vanished and then made them rise anew if a hand hadn't closed over his.
"…'Shandarr, what 'n th' hell're you doin'."
"Making goosebumps."
"I need to sleep, y'know. I can't go all night." Arthas's eyes were sightly open; Ishan could see his pupils enormous in the dim light. No glow there; the blue reflection of Ishandar's own eyes was the only light in Arthas's besides the spark of life behind them. "Most of th' night but not all night long."
"I know. I don't mind."
Arthas shifted around under him, pulled the blankets back up, and stroked Ishan's hair.
"You're not lonely or something?"
"No; you're here."
"I'm sleeping."
"Yes, and?"
Arthas made an amused noise. "You're still a wise-ass."
"You're one to talk." Ishan curled closer, burying his face in Arthas's shoulder. His scent was much different now. No cold, no dust, no metal. Just some kind of herbal soap that he used on his hair, and human knight. Ishan liked it a lot more now. It didn't set up that odd tingle at the base of his tongue that it had before. "You're not too cold because of me?"
"Nah. You kinda pick up heat from me, Ishan. You haven't been cold since we got in bed. Well, except your damn toes."
"Your toes are just as bad." Ishan poked him, then said, "I can't tell whether I'm warm or not aside my toes. I can feel how warm you are, but that's all…"
It was different during the act itself. The warmth shocked Ishan enough that he'd cried out at the contact and had to reassure Arthas that he hadn't been hurt. Once certain Ishan was all right, though, Arthas set to his own focused exploration of the act. Ishan was actually a lot louder now, because of the sheer AWARENESS of the warmth. There was absolutely no ignoring contact or union now - not that he had before, but it was just that much more central in his awareness now. It swallowed his entire world in a way that was completely new and overwhelming. Arthas having a heart that beat changed things.
When Ishan dug his nails in and held on he drew blood, and felt horrible about it until Arthas responded, making it very clear that he'd liked that.
The scratches were still there, though faded. Arthas had some liniment with him, and it was useful for healing minor wounds. Among other things.
"You can sleep," Arthas said to Ishan, now patting his ears - first one, then the other. "You're not stuck with only napping a little one or two times a week."
"I don't want to sleep."
"Why not?"
Ishan wasn't sure what to say. Finally, he replied. "I don't know. I don't know if it's my desire to protect you running overtime, or just my wanting to watch you sleep because it's so different from before, or both, or neither." The patting was very relaxing, though, and he sprawled a little more.
"If anything happens, trust me, we'll wake up before it gets too out of hand."
Ishan bit his lip. Then, very tentatively, he thought at Arthas: I don't want to lose you again.
Arthas's eyes widened a bit; he could still hear Ishan that way. After a long, long silence, he replied in kind.
I'm not going anywhere.
Damned right, you're not. I'm not moving. Ishan settled himself more beside Arthas and sighed.
You're going to have to let me up in the morning.
Behh. But Ishan smiled, and then closed his eyes; the dim blue light that had bathed Arthas and himself faded as his eyelids lowered. If you need anything in the night just poke me.
Arthas let out a tiny snort of mirth. Nice choice of verb, Ishandarr.
I did it on purpose. Ishan grinned. I knew you'd like that.
Another little snort. Brat.
Arthas closed his eyes; his breathing evened out again gradually, becoming slow and steady and deep. His heartbeat slowed, and his temperature dropped a little. This was a living person deeply asleep.
Once he was sure Arthas was sleeping soundly, Ishan let his consciousness drift and fade. Arthas would be there in the morning; they would decide where to go from here then.
Nose against Arthas's neck, Ishandarr Evenbrooke slept and dreamed through the night for the first time in years.
***
...I needed some cute XD Arthas has come a long way from being jerksville. It's awesome.
Arthas's mental dialogue is sky-blue now on account of because not the Lich King. XD Incidentally, the red dialogue in the prior fic belonged to this guy. Aer has no idea who he is, though, and can't deduce from the speech, so I didn't specify XD; Durr.
TITLE: After, in the Dark
FANDOM: Warcraft III/World of Warcraft
PEOPLE: A couple of punkassed knights.
PAIRING: implied/aftermath of m/m, Arthas/Ishan.
RATING: 14A because Ishan's got a bit of a dirty mind.
SUMMARY: After the battle at Icecrown and a startling discovery, Ishandarr's distracted and bemused by the experience of sharing a bed with a living breathing Arthas.
WARNINGS: There's some reference to the weirdness of their past relationship. Though it was never non-consensual it was a bit wonky. Please note, though, that Ishan was always on the less-vanilla side of things. XD That wasn't as a result of being Mr. Spooky McDeathknight. That's just Ishan not being vanilla.
NOTES: Ishan isn't the only partner Arthas had amongst the knights, of course, but he may be the most longcat of them. *cough* This is set WAAAAY after the prior fic. You can probably guess what happened to Arthas just from what's going on here. Redemption and rebuilding mean a lot more than a sacrifice of life, after all, and it's the nature of the light to forgive. tl;dr I am horrible and like making antagonists atone and Kyl does too. XD This is the Arthas in her head. He occasionally crashes on my sofa and is a smartass.
Yyyep, I'm still dicking about with font colours. XD
***
Ishandarr Evenbrooke watched his point of view shift just the tiniest bit up and down in time with Arthas's slow, even breathing. The heartbeat was distracting - last time they'd been in the same bed like this, the human knight hadn't been alive. Those times there was no breath stirring the air near Ishan's ear, no heartbeat, only silence; the sounds of the wind howling around the outer walls was the only interruption of the quiet.
This was different. Strange. It would take getting used to. The body under him was warm and alive and to Ishan an undiscovered country now. He thought he knew every inch of Arthas, knew every place that would when attended to elicit a growl or a shift of his body or a curled hand in Ishandarr's hair…but now there was an entirely different set of responses to navigate.
Hitches in breath, a quickened heartbeat, giddy breathlessness. His laugh was technically the same, but life had changed it, and that shift made Ishan want to drive him to that point again. The territory of breathlessness, of gasped oaths, of his name murmured and demands growled by a voice made softer by a living throat.
The hand at the nape of his neck was warm. When Arthas took hold of his hair, the touch was gentler now, but this seemed to be less out of fear that he might break Ishan than it was out of the realization that he COULD touch lightly and gain the same responses.
The warmth of that hand at the nape of his neck had made Ishan gasp, however unnecessarily. Before it had been cold as Ishan was; now Arthas's touch felt fevered at first and almost burning in the midst of euphoria.
Arthas's fingers curled slightly and uncurled and Ishan shivered a bit. Though the cold in him was relentless and always hungry, being with Arthas now - Arthas Menethil, not the Lich King but the living knight, the penitent, the man so determined to rebuild what was broken in his wake - seemed to satiate it in a profound way.
He hadn't been able to hate the man, in the end. Oh he tried, and Ishan wasn't one to back down from a challenge in any way, shape or form. However, this just defeated him utterly. He'd managed to land ONE hit on Arthas when he collared him, and that was nothing but a pissy slap to the head. After that he didn't have any drive to continue. He wasn't able to keep shouting, couldn't keep a good grip on Arthas's collar, and though the man had no power over him now he still had the capacity to completely subdue Ishan.
Not in the same way by far, but just as surely.
Ishan slid a hand up Arthas's body and then lifted it, trailing just the very tips of his fingers back down. A little pause in breath came in the wake of this, and a quiet murmur, and Ishan was distracted by the goosebumps that rose on Arthas's visible arm.
He knew that this was the kind of response any living person had. He'd gotten goosebumps himself before, and seen them rise on partners' arms in response to his touch. But that felt like another lifetime, and seeing it now was a novelty again.
He ran his fingers over the little bumps, practically enthralled.
He would have done it again and again until the bumps vanished and then made them rise anew if a hand hadn't closed over his.
"…'Shandarr, what 'n th' hell're you doin'."
"Making goosebumps."
"I need to sleep, y'know. I can't go all night." Arthas's eyes were sightly open; Ishan could see his pupils enormous in the dim light. No glow there; the blue reflection of Ishandar's own eyes was the only light in Arthas's besides the spark of life behind them. "Most of th' night but not all night long."
"I know. I don't mind."
Arthas shifted around under him, pulled the blankets back up, and stroked Ishan's hair.
"You're not lonely or something?"
"No; you're here."
"I'm sleeping."
"Yes, and?"
Arthas made an amused noise. "You're still a wise-ass."
"You're one to talk." Ishan curled closer, burying his face in Arthas's shoulder. His scent was much different now. No cold, no dust, no metal. Just some kind of herbal soap that he used on his hair, and human knight. Ishan liked it a lot more now. It didn't set up that odd tingle at the base of his tongue that it had before. "You're not too cold because of me?"
"Nah. You kinda pick up heat from me, Ishan. You haven't been cold since we got in bed. Well, except your damn toes."
"Your toes are just as bad." Ishan poked him, then said, "I can't tell whether I'm warm or not aside my toes. I can feel how warm you are, but that's all…"
It was different during the act itself. The warmth shocked Ishan enough that he'd cried out at the contact and had to reassure Arthas that he hadn't been hurt. Once certain Ishan was all right, though, Arthas set to his own focused exploration of the act. Ishan was actually a lot louder now, because of the sheer AWARENESS of the warmth. There was absolutely no ignoring contact or union now - not that he had before, but it was just that much more central in his awareness now. It swallowed his entire world in a way that was completely new and overwhelming. Arthas having a heart that beat changed things.
When Ishan dug his nails in and held on he drew blood, and felt horrible about it until Arthas responded, making it very clear that he'd liked that.
The scratches were still there, though faded. Arthas had some liniment with him, and it was useful for healing minor wounds. Among other things.
"You can sleep," Arthas said to Ishan, now patting his ears - first one, then the other. "You're not stuck with only napping a little one or two times a week."
"I don't want to sleep."
"Why not?"
Ishan wasn't sure what to say. Finally, he replied. "I don't know. I don't know if it's my desire to protect you running overtime, or just my wanting to watch you sleep because it's so different from before, or both, or neither." The patting was very relaxing, though, and he sprawled a little more.
"If anything happens, trust me, we'll wake up before it gets too out of hand."
Ishan bit his lip. Then, very tentatively, he thought at Arthas: I don't want to lose you again.
Arthas's eyes widened a bit; he could still hear Ishan that way. After a long, long silence, he replied in kind.
I'm not going anywhere.
Damned right, you're not. I'm not moving. Ishan settled himself more beside Arthas and sighed.
You're going to have to let me up in the morning.
Behh. But Ishan smiled, and then closed his eyes; the dim blue light that had bathed Arthas and himself faded as his eyelids lowered. If you need anything in the night just poke me.
Arthas let out a tiny snort of mirth. Nice choice of verb, Ishandarr.
I did it on purpose. Ishan grinned. I knew you'd like that.
Another little snort. Brat.
Arthas closed his eyes; his breathing evened out again gradually, becoming slow and steady and deep. His heartbeat slowed, and his temperature dropped a little. This was a living person deeply asleep.
Once he was sure Arthas was sleeping soundly, Ishan let his consciousness drift and fade. Arthas would be there in the morning; they would decide where to go from here then.
Nose against Arthas's neck, Ishandarr Evenbrooke slept and dreamed through the night for the first time in years.
***
...I needed some cute XD Arthas has come a long way from being jerksville. It's awesome.
Arthas's mental dialogue is sky-blue now on account of because not the Lich King. XD Incidentally, the red dialogue in the prior fic belonged to this guy. Aer has no idea who he is, though, and can't deduce from the speech, so I didn't specify XD; Durr.
