for mah girlfriend.
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yukieTITLE: Tilted Your Cloud
FANDOM: WoW
PEOPLE: Thassarian and Koltira
PAIRING: Thass/Koltira. I SHIP IT HARD.
RATING: R; it are smut. I'm too big a wimp to be graphic but its still smut XD
WARNINGS: They're doin' it.
NOTES: For mah girlfriend. Much ♥ on your birthday.
***
Thassarian woke from uneasy dreams with no blankets over him and Koltira's head under his chin. (All the blankets were around Koltira.) The other Death Knight's hair was tickling his nose, and Thassarian was getting his shoulder kneaded.
it took him a little while to recollect where he was and WHEN it was. This wasn't Northrend, regardless of what he'd dreamed; it was too damn warm and the scent of damp stone and some kind of weird lichen (which he could see on the wall when he opened one eye) replaced that of too-cold air and eldritch metal. He opened the other eye to a familiar ceiling; he knew the memento-mori skull motif up there from his bratty teen years, when he and William snuck into the catacombs.
The skulls always looked oddly cheerful to Thassarian.
Well, either way, seeing those meant one thing: he was in Undercity. He'd obviously spent the night with Koltira.
…He'd renounced his liaison with the Alliance yesterday and declared himself a neutral party. Not out of any real care for what his alleged allies saw in him, either; they could look at him sideways and whisper about him until the cows came home and he couldn't give half a damn. He'd never really been one to care about twerps behind his back (and twerps they were - he'd been put in charge of a squadron of rookies, and he and the other Death Knights therein were vastly outnumbered by trainee paladins and warriors with bad attitudes), but what he did care about was -
- Was kneading downward.
Thassarian eyed his partner; Koltira appeared to still be sleeping, but he was pretty good at feigning that.
Koltira started to purr rustily as Thassarian patted his hair.
"Maybe I'm nuts," Thassarian murmured, "to pull something like this. I mean, I don't doubt Highlord Fordring saw it a mile off, and I know this'll be better for the rest of us who just can't deal with the Alliance any more, but…I usually don't do things like this."
"That's because you're absurd," Koltira mumbled. Hah, so he'd been awake after all. "You should've done this sooner. You didn't have to stand there and suffer those twits."
"I couldn't just defect," Thassarian replied. "if I did, and they followed me, we'd all get cut down as traitors and Varian'd have an excuse to flail around at Lady Sylvanas again. Now, we're basically like - Ashen Verdict again, by a different name. Not traitors. Just neutral, and beholden to Highlord Fordring, so no one can complain."
"No title for the king of Stormwind? How rebellious."
"He's not really my king," Thassarian said. "My king was Terenas; now I haven't got one at all. I'm not a Stormwinder, and while Varian seems to be trying his damnedest to be a sort of a human warchief, the Alliance of Lordaeron never had a single leader. I deferred to him as an authority because he outranks me, and since he's the most vocal thing in the Alliance, I gave my pledge of loyalty to him."
"He was also the one least likely to accept you," Koltira said. "In getting him to do that you made damn sure everyone else would accept your comrades. You're sometimes terribly underhanded."
"Maybe."
"Maybe nothing." Koltira's hand came to rest on his hip. "For someone so ridiculous you can be remarkably shrewd."
"Must be you and your common sense rubbing off on me."
Koltira made a tiny, not-really-exasperated noise. "That was a dreadful innuendo, if it was meant to be one."
"I was never any good at those." Thassarian slid his arms around Koltira's waist and kissed the top of his head.
"Sentimental idiot," Koltira said, but he curled closer.
"That's why I'm here."
A little snort from Koltira. "It took you long enough."
"I know. I'm sorry about that."
"Don't apologize," Koltira said, and Thassarian knew from his tone that he was rolling his eyes. "Just stay. Don't go traipsing off to endure the company of idiots who can't appreciate you or what you can do for them. Don't think you have to bow before that loudmouthed yeti of a human king because you were human in life. Stay here. With me."
"You think I can go anywhere with you clinging to me that way?"
Koltira swatted him lightly. "I'm not joking."
"I know." Thassarian kissed the back of Koltira's right ear and was very, very amused to see the tip of it fold slightly. Koltira fidgeted, then shifted around to look Thassarian in the eye. His expression was somewhere between scowl and pout.
"If you're planning to tease me for ages on end like you did last night, I'm going to bite you."
'I might like that," Thassarian replied. "You never know."
"You seem to make a habit of tempting fate."
"Maybe a little." Thassarian shifted his leg a bit, and Koltira promptly attached to him and retaliated. Thassarian squirmed a little bit (all right, so Koltira was just as interested in this as he was - good to know) and held Koltira just a bit closer. Now, if Koltira got fidgety, he'd drive himself pretty well batty in short order.
He seemed pretty determined to do that as it was.
"I thought you didn't want me teasing you," Thassarian said.
"I changed my mind."
Thassarian groaned a little as Koltira got very decisive about that squirming; the elf promptly kissed him, clinging for dear life as if he expected Thassarian might vanish if he let go, or that he was just dreaming this. Thassarian decided he'd have to prove that neither of these was the case. He reached over to the bedside table with his left hand and felt around, trying to locate that damn little blue bottle. Fortunately, this didn't take long.
Koltira made some heinously crabby noises when he let go briefly to get the cap off the bottle and pour a little of the contents into his palm, but the crabbiness didn't last. Thassarian walked two fingers down Koltira's backbone, and then set to driving his partner to distraction. Just as Koltira knew every little place, every little spot that made Thassarian crazy, so Thassarian did for Koltira. Soon Koltira was moving steadily against him and making all manner of ridiculous pleased noises.
"You always - always take so damned long to do this," Koltira moaned, burying his face in Thassarian's shoulder. "Damn it, I'm not a delicate snow" - an unnecessary breath hitched in his throat as Thassarian applied a little more pressure - "snowflake, you - enormous - twit - "
"I know. I just like all the little nyan-nyan noises you make when I do this."
"I do not go 'nyan'," Koltira huffed, and then he proceeded to do just that.
Thassarian sat up a bit, pulling Koltira fully into his lap; Koltira shifted pointedly against him.
Thassarian met Koltira's eyes, then took hold of his partner's hips, preventing Koltira from doing what he'd been waiting to. Koltira immediately threw a huge silent fuss that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with desire and with making Thassarian completely nuts. He writhed around in Thassarian's lap, clawed at his back, ground against him, cursed under his breath in Thalassian, and made good on the promise of biting. While it was damn hard to focus with a lapful of extremely-attractive squirmy elf, Thassarian held firm (in more ways than one), and when Koltira started hissing at him he moved under his partner and started, little by little, too slowly, to push inside.
Koltira gasped as Thassarian rolled his hips upward just so; he straddled Thassarian's lap to get better leverage and ground right back, and that was all it took. They moved together in counterpoint, and Thassarian was as always in awe of just how damn good this could feel, how good it always felt. Just being with Koltira in any sense - Thassarian was sure that his partner had a hell of a lot to do with his having maintained a hold on his sanity at all.
When they were separated, Thassarian could endure, but didn't like to.
Without Koltira everything seemed just to be dusty and tired. Dull. Boring. Lonely. Empty.
He didn't regret for a moment anything he'd done for Koltira; he knew Koltira felt the same.
Koltira kissed him again, and Thassarian returned it with equal ferocity and desire. He threaded his hands through Koltira's hair; it was as soft and fine as the down on a milkweed seed, really, and almost the same colour. Koltira made a series of wonderful, odd little noises as Thassarian's hands wandered down his back, splayed out, traced the contours of blue runic brandings. Running mana-charged fingertips over the marks made Koltira cry out and arch his back and move against Thassarian harder and faster.
"Do that more," he growled.
"Ask me nicely," Thassarian said, and bent his head to plant half a dozen kisses along Koltira's collarbone.
"You - you don't play fair, do you…" Koltira curled his toes and shuddered; it wouldn't be too long, now. Not for either of them. "I may…I may have to stop calling you such a pushover if you're willing to…to make me beg…""
"I never said beg," Thassarian replied, and bit back a moan as Koltira dug his nails into Thassarian's shoulders. "I just said - I just said ask nicely. You have before - "
"I don't feel like it right now."
"Fair enough," Thassarian replied, and slid his arms around Koltira's waist, once again practically immobilizing him. Koltira swore and thrashed around, trying to get back the leverage he once had. Thassarian held on tighter, and Koltira went still, knowing damnably well what would happen now.
Thassarian didn't disappoint him. He ground upward hard, and Koltira cried out and clutched at the blankets, head tilted back, shivering with the closeness of release.
Whether he was the one in control or the one being ridden, Thassarian didn't know and didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered was here and now, himself and Koltira, and the rising tension - the feeling of sparks jumping down his spine and -
Thassarian went over first and he saw stars. it had been too long, way too long, and he remembered with every nerve in his body now how close to perfect it was being with Koltira. His own ecstasy pulled Koltira headlong over the edge after him, and Koltira raked his nails down Thassarian's back and shuddered and growled and made his ears ring crying out.
They both sort of toppled over in a boneless, blissful heap after that; Koltira snuggled closer, and Thassarian patted his hair gently.
"Was that repeatable in polite company?" Thassarian asked after a few moments, once he remembered what words were. "What you said at the - "
"I said something?" Koltira squinted. "I don't recall. It probably wasn't. Or it may have ben a pointed comment on your intelligence."
"Probably.' Thassrian kissed Koltira's forehead. "So - was that adequate? Am I too out of practice?"
"It was satisfactory," Koltira replied, and tucked his head back under Thassarian's chin. He was quiet a while, and then said, "When I said 'stay with me', it wasn't a request."
"I know, Koltira."
"…You're being remarkably sensible. Were you, perchance, mentally enhanced by that bizarre goblin cola recently?"
"Nah," Thassarian said with a soft laugh. "I'm just smitten. Sentimental idiot and all that. Comes with the territory."
"Good," Koltira said, and he yawned. "Because so am I."
"Smitten?"
"Yes. I'm not going to say it again so don't get any big ideas."
Thassarian yawned too. "You're the boss."
"Of course I am," Koltira said, though it was a little indistinct for the fact that he was by now half-asleep.
Thassarian pulled the blankets up around the two of them again. It would be, he guessed, a good few hours to the evening bell (the Forsaken tended to doze by day and go about their day to day life once the sun set); maybe he'd make breakfast for them both.
Pancakes.
"Hey, Koltira - blueberry or chocolate chip?" he asked.
"You should know the answer by now," was the muzzed reply.
Thassarian patted Koltira's ear. "Chocolate chip it is, then."
Koltira made a smug noise, and drifted off to sleep. Thassarian followed him shortly thereafter, and dreamed about pancakes.
FANDOM: WoW
PEOPLE: Thassarian and Koltira
PAIRING: Thass/Koltira. I SHIP IT HARD.
RATING: R; it are smut. I'm too big a wimp to be graphic but its still smut XD
WARNINGS: They're doin' it.
NOTES: For mah girlfriend. Much ♥ on your birthday.
***
Thassarian woke from uneasy dreams with no blankets over him and Koltira's head under his chin. (All the blankets were around Koltira.) The other Death Knight's hair was tickling his nose, and Thassarian was getting his shoulder kneaded.
it took him a little while to recollect where he was and WHEN it was. This wasn't Northrend, regardless of what he'd dreamed; it was too damn warm and the scent of damp stone and some kind of weird lichen (which he could see on the wall when he opened one eye) replaced that of too-cold air and eldritch metal. He opened the other eye to a familiar ceiling; he knew the memento-mori skull motif up there from his bratty teen years, when he and William snuck into the catacombs.
The skulls always looked oddly cheerful to Thassarian.
Well, either way, seeing those meant one thing: he was in Undercity. He'd obviously spent the night with Koltira.
…He'd renounced his liaison with the Alliance yesterday and declared himself a neutral party. Not out of any real care for what his alleged allies saw in him, either; they could look at him sideways and whisper about him until the cows came home and he couldn't give half a damn. He'd never really been one to care about twerps behind his back (and twerps they were - he'd been put in charge of a squadron of rookies, and he and the other Death Knights therein were vastly outnumbered by trainee paladins and warriors with bad attitudes), but what he did care about was -
- Was kneading downward.
Thassarian eyed his partner; Koltira appeared to still be sleeping, but he was pretty good at feigning that.
Koltira started to purr rustily as Thassarian patted his hair.
"Maybe I'm nuts," Thassarian murmured, "to pull something like this. I mean, I don't doubt Highlord Fordring saw it a mile off, and I know this'll be better for the rest of us who just can't deal with the Alliance any more, but…I usually don't do things like this."
"That's because you're absurd," Koltira mumbled. Hah, so he'd been awake after all. "You should've done this sooner. You didn't have to stand there and suffer those twits."
"I couldn't just defect," Thassarian replied. "if I did, and they followed me, we'd all get cut down as traitors and Varian'd have an excuse to flail around at Lady Sylvanas again. Now, we're basically like - Ashen Verdict again, by a different name. Not traitors. Just neutral, and beholden to Highlord Fordring, so no one can complain."
"No title for the king of Stormwind? How rebellious."
"He's not really my king," Thassarian said. "My king was Terenas; now I haven't got one at all. I'm not a Stormwinder, and while Varian seems to be trying his damnedest to be a sort of a human warchief, the Alliance of Lordaeron never had a single leader. I deferred to him as an authority because he outranks me, and since he's the most vocal thing in the Alliance, I gave my pledge of loyalty to him."
"He was also the one least likely to accept you," Koltira said. "In getting him to do that you made damn sure everyone else would accept your comrades. You're sometimes terribly underhanded."
"Maybe."
"Maybe nothing." Koltira's hand came to rest on his hip. "For someone so ridiculous you can be remarkably shrewd."
"Must be you and your common sense rubbing off on me."
Koltira made a tiny, not-really-exasperated noise. "That was a dreadful innuendo, if it was meant to be one."
"I was never any good at those." Thassarian slid his arms around Koltira's waist and kissed the top of his head.
"Sentimental idiot," Koltira said, but he curled closer.
"That's why I'm here."
A little snort from Koltira. "It took you long enough."
"I know. I'm sorry about that."
"Don't apologize," Koltira said, and Thassarian knew from his tone that he was rolling his eyes. "Just stay. Don't go traipsing off to endure the company of idiots who can't appreciate you or what you can do for them. Don't think you have to bow before that loudmouthed yeti of a human king because you were human in life. Stay here. With me."
"You think I can go anywhere with you clinging to me that way?"
Koltira swatted him lightly. "I'm not joking."
"I know." Thassarian kissed the back of Koltira's right ear and was very, very amused to see the tip of it fold slightly. Koltira fidgeted, then shifted around to look Thassarian in the eye. His expression was somewhere between scowl and pout.
"If you're planning to tease me for ages on end like you did last night, I'm going to bite you."
'I might like that," Thassarian replied. "You never know."
"You seem to make a habit of tempting fate."
"Maybe a little." Thassarian shifted his leg a bit, and Koltira promptly attached to him and retaliated. Thassarian squirmed a little bit (all right, so Koltira was just as interested in this as he was - good to know) and held Koltira just a bit closer. Now, if Koltira got fidgety, he'd drive himself pretty well batty in short order.
He seemed pretty determined to do that as it was.
"I thought you didn't want me teasing you," Thassarian said.
"I changed my mind."
Thassarian groaned a little as Koltira got very decisive about that squirming; the elf promptly kissed him, clinging for dear life as if he expected Thassarian might vanish if he let go, or that he was just dreaming this. Thassarian decided he'd have to prove that neither of these was the case. He reached over to the bedside table with his left hand and felt around, trying to locate that damn little blue bottle. Fortunately, this didn't take long.
Koltira made some heinously crabby noises when he let go briefly to get the cap off the bottle and pour a little of the contents into his palm, but the crabbiness didn't last. Thassarian walked two fingers down Koltira's backbone, and then set to driving his partner to distraction. Just as Koltira knew every little place, every little spot that made Thassarian crazy, so Thassarian did for Koltira. Soon Koltira was moving steadily against him and making all manner of ridiculous pleased noises.
"You always - always take so damned long to do this," Koltira moaned, burying his face in Thassarian's shoulder. "Damn it, I'm not a delicate snow" - an unnecessary breath hitched in his throat as Thassarian applied a little more pressure - "snowflake, you - enormous - twit - "
"I know. I just like all the little nyan-nyan noises you make when I do this."
"I do not go 'nyan'," Koltira huffed, and then he proceeded to do just that.
Thassarian sat up a bit, pulling Koltira fully into his lap; Koltira shifted pointedly against him.
Thassarian met Koltira's eyes, then took hold of his partner's hips, preventing Koltira from doing what he'd been waiting to. Koltira immediately threw a huge silent fuss that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with desire and with making Thassarian completely nuts. He writhed around in Thassarian's lap, clawed at his back, ground against him, cursed under his breath in Thalassian, and made good on the promise of biting. While it was damn hard to focus with a lapful of extremely-attractive squirmy elf, Thassarian held firm (in more ways than one), and when Koltira started hissing at him he moved under his partner and started, little by little, too slowly, to push inside.
Koltira gasped as Thassarian rolled his hips upward just so; he straddled Thassarian's lap to get better leverage and ground right back, and that was all it took. They moved together in counterpoint, and Thassarian was as always in awe of just how damn good this could feel, how good it always felt. Just being with Koltira in any sense - Thassarian was sure that his partner had a hell of a lot to do with his having maintained a hold on his sanity at all.
When they were separated, Thassarian could endure, but didn't like to.
Without Koltira everything seemed just to be dusty and tired. Dull. Boring. Lonely. Empty.
He didn't regret for a moment anything he'd done for Koltira; he knew Koltira felt the same.
Koltira kissed him again, and Thassarian returned it with equal ferocity and desire. He threaded his hands through Koltira's hair; it was as soft and fine as the down on a milkweed seed, really, and almost the same colour. Koltira made a series of wonderful, odd little noises as Thassarian's hands wandered down his back, splayed out, traced the contours of blue runic brandings. Running mana-charged fingertips over the marks made Koltira cry out and arch his back and move against Thassarian harder and faster.
"Do that more," he growled.
"Ask me nicely," Thassarian said, and bent his head to plant half a dozen kisses along Koltira's collarbone.
"You - you don't play fair, do you…" Koltira curled his toes and shuddered; it wouldn't be too long, now. Not for either of them. "I may…I may have to stop calling you such a pushover if you're willing to…to make me beg…""
"I never said beg," Thassarian replied, and bit back a moan as Koltira dug his nails into Thassarian's shoulders. "I just said - I just said ask nicely. You have before - "
"I don't feel like it right now."
"Fair enough," Thassarian replied, and slid his arms around Koltira's waist, once again practically immobilizing him. Koltira swore and thrashed around, trying to get back the leverage he once had. Thassarian held on tighter, and Koltira went still, knowing damnably well what would happen now.
Thassarian didn't disappoint him. He ground upward hard, and Koltira cried out and clutched at the blankets, head tilted back, shivering with the closeness of release.
Whether he was the one in control or the one being ridden, Thassarian didn't know and didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered was here and now, himself and Koltira, and the rising tension - the feeling of sparks jumping down his spine and -
Thassarian went over first and he saw stars. it had been too long, way too long, and he remembered with every nerve in his body now how close to perfect it was being with Koltira. His own ecstasy pulled Koltira headlong over the edge after him, and Koltira raked his nails down Thassarian's back and shuddered and growled and made his ears ring crying out.
They both sort of toppled over in a boneless, blissful heap after that; Koltira snuggled closer, and Thassarian patted his hair gently.
"Was that repeatable in polite company?" Thassarian asked after a few moments, once he remembered what words were. "What you said at the - "
"I said something?" Koltira squinted. "I don't recall. It probably wasn't. Or it may have ben a pointed comment on your intelligence."
"Probably.' Thassrian kissed Koltira's forehead. "So - was that adequate? Am I too out of practice?"
"It was satisfactory," Koltira replied, and tucked his head back under Thassarian's chin. He was quiet a while, and then said, "When I said 'stay with me', it wasn't a request."
"I know, Koltira."
"…You're being remarkably sensible. Were you, perchance, mentally enhanced by that bizarre goblin cola recently?"
"Nah," Thassarian said with a soft laugh. "I'm just smitten. Sentimental idiot and all that. Comes with the territory."
"Good," Koltira said, and he yawned. "Because so am I."
"Smitten?"
"Yes. I'm not going to say it again so don't get any big ideas."
Thassarian yawned too. "You're the boss."
"Of course I am," Koltira said, though it was a little indistinct for the fact that he was by now half-asleep.
Thassarian pulled the blankets up around the two of them again. It would be, he guessed, a good few hours to the evening bell (the Forsaken tended to doze by day and go about their day to day life once the sun set); maybe he'd make breakfast for them both.
Pancakes.
"Hey, Koltira - blueberry or chocolate chip?" he asked.
"You should know the answer by now," was the muzzed reply.
Thassarian patted Koltira's ear. "Chocolate chip it is, then."
Koltira made a smug noise, and drifted off to sleep. Thassarian followed him shortly thereafter, and dreamed about pancakes.
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Date: 2011-05-31 02:39 am (UTC)(and Koltira is quite smug)
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Date: 2011-05-31 01:26 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it eeeeee. XD
Man I ship these two like fyar XD
(Thass will totes pat his ears~~)
Man now I really need to write the 'this is how it's done, MANGA' fic. Just for more of these guys. And for everyone being awesome.