Chapter Text
He woke up fuzzy, bits and pieces coming to him as his mind came back from a fitful oblivion. He was warm, more than he'd been the past few weeks now that fall was approaching, and comfortable. He smelled a smoky fire, fresh oranges, the faintest traces of dirt, and the faintly tingling lemon scented shampoo Kael'thas used. Illidan nearly purred at the feeling of long nails scratching along his ribs as he was embraced by someone climbing into bed with him and wrapped his arms around them pulling them close as he turned his sight back on.
"And hello to you too Kael'thas. What brings you here?" He sleepily rumbled at the shorter elf getting settled in bed, his voice rougher from having woken up. Their naked skin warmed each other pleasantly where they were pressed against each other and the high elven prince seemed to be thinking about something else not responding for over a minute making the demon hunter repeat himself this time concern starting to color his voice.
"Kael'thas, I always enjoy your visits but what are you doing here? Did something happen?"
The mage smiled faintly and rubbed his jaw against Illidan's throat, his sharp nails biting into the skin of his back slightly as the high elf held him tightly. He felt sharp fangs nipping at his neck when he smelled it and the why finally slotted into place for him. The scent had been covered up by Kael'thas' more fiery smell but this close to the other, it was unmistakably rut. Illidan laughed mentally and chastised himself for forgetting that this was likely going to happen soon as he tilted his head back offering himself to Kael'thas. He heard a low moan, the sound cutting off abruptly as he felt sharp teeth biting his neck and collarbones, the pain going straight to his dick as he felt himself being slowly precisely marked up by the handsome blonde.
Being already wrapped around the other elf he scratched his claws down Kael'thas' back and ground his hips against the other's thigh but didn't even get his hands past Kael'thas' shoulders before the other had grabbed and pinned his arms above his head by the elbows in a surprising show of force. Illidan huffed and squirmed, but that simply made Kael'thas push harder to keep him pinned and growled against his throat.
"Keep still… please. I don't want to have to pin you down but I will if you don't stop squirming!"
The night elf smirked and rocked against Kael'thas' thigh again, a moan pulling itself out of the high elf as Illidan ground his dick against bare skin. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
Kael'thas pulled back sitting next to Illidan on the bed, the larger elf having just long enough to wonder if he had done something to upset the high elf when he felt himself being flipped quite easily, Kael using strength usually hidden by his cloak. As he landed face down magic hardened itself on his wrists keeping them above his head and apart just far enough to prevent him from casting magic as easily. Kael'thas settled in between his legs behind him and pulled Illidan's hips flush against his, allowing the demon hunter to fully feel his hardness for the 1st time since entering Illidan's room. Posed as he was he could do nothing but stay put on his hands and knees as Kael'thas pressed his cock between his wet folds and began thrusting, humping against his hole and much smaller twitching dick, but not pushing in.
Illidan felt soft lips kiss along his spine and shoulders, the petal soft kisses broken by sharp nips or even sharper bites before he heard a response whispered against his skin.
"What do you think now?"
Illidan didn't answer, too focused on the feeling of Kael'thas humping him, dragging his cock against his clit over and over again. He felt his own wetness dripping out and leaking over the both of them making the grinding that much smoother, and let out a panting moan as Kael'thas' cock caught on his hole but didn't push in the elf seemingly content with humping. Illidan whined in the back of his throat and shifted on his knees so Kael'thas' next thrust sheathed his cock in him in one wet rough thrust, the prince on his back moaning as he was engulfed in tight wet heat.
"I think you should fuck me now, prince Kael'thas." Illidan panted, trying and failing to not rock back against Kael'thas shallowly fucking himself on the other's cock.
Kael'thas chuckled against his skin and pulled back giving him a parting kiss as he sat up kneeling behind the other, the movement forcing his dick deeper and settled his hands back on Illidan's hips lightly scratching the hot skin there. He gave Illidan no warning, pulling nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward with a deep groan as Illidan tightened up even further at that. He quickly established a rhythm, the wet slap of their hips coming together over and over ringing in the room and in their ears.
It wasn't long before Illidan felt Kael'thas' knot start to swell, each wet deep slide starting to have a harder and harder time popping back out, and shuddered claws shredding the blankets beneath him. Kael'thas gripped his hips tighter the tips of his well manicured nails puncturing and drawing blood with a growl using his better grip to pull Illidan onto his cock rutting into him furiously until he finally could not pull back out, knot locking them together. Kael'thas sighed, grinding his cock deeper enjoying the small amount of friction that gave him and leaned over Illidan grabbing him by the hair to pull him up, dismissing the spells keeping him pinned.
Illidan panted bouncing the little bit he could, a cry of pleasure spilling from his lips with every grind or bounce feeling Kael’thas twitching deep inside him. He reached down dragging his claws as he went, down his chest across his thighs to where his clit was standing to attention. He was long enough for him to easily grab himself between two fingers and stroke, making him clamp down on Kael'thas' dick wetness gushing from him to splatter on the blankets beneath them with a moan. Illidan felt the sharp rasp of claws on his sides as Kael’thas’ bloodied nails shakily dug into him, giving him something to anchor to with his grinding as the high elf whined and moaned behind him.
He twisted as best he could in this position to look at his friend, amused to see that at some point he’d fallen back onto the bed, his hair spilling out around him like flowers on the lake forming a golden halo around him. The demon hunter could barely see the mage’s eyes, other than the hint of a blue glow, from how lidded they were the light vanishing completely in exchange for sharp fangs as his lips part at but a small flex from his core. As beautiful as he was, and as nice as this interruption to his sleep had been, Illidan could already feel his knees beginning to tire while Kael remained as hard as ever the full brunt of rut seemingly settled in now.
He slid his knees a little wider forcing Kael’thas a fraction deeper the blonde’s head rolling on the bedspread behind him as he did, redoubling his short wet grinding and addressed Kael’thas a little unsure if he’d be understood but hoping at least tone would come across.
“You’re doing such a good job Kael’thas. Being such a good boy for me! You’re making me feel so nice and special.” Kael’thas purred underneath him the high elf’s dick hardening even further at the praise. Illidan lightly traced symbols on the fire mage's thighs, pouring mana into them but giving them no real goal beyond ‘feeling nice’, and felt the mage buck underneath him so hard Illidan was sure if he was not larger, heavier and literally stuck to the other elf he may have been bucked off.
“Did that feel good? I’m glad, you deserve to feel good things. Now I wonder how this will feel…”
His hands drifted up towards Kael’thas’ balls, his black nails lightly brushing the large orbs and that was it for the younger elf. He came nearly jack knifing up using his grip on Illidan to pull himself upright and against the other’s back again shuddering hard as his body released a torrent of cum. Illidan barely had time to breathe before he felt Kael’thas climax, both underneath him and inside him, the cum bloating his stomach slightly. As Kael’thas lunged forward the demon hunter’s fingers slid from the other’s balls to his own dick and he rather suddenly understood the mage’s reaction as it felt as if his fingers were vibrating him inside and out. It all was too much for the black haired elf, his cunt clamping down on the blonde as his cock lazily pumped more cum into him.
It was going to be a good while before they separated, if they even did before Kael got hard again, so with a lot of coordination they eventually were able to lay back down on the comfortable, if now much more messy, bed. For a few minutes the only noise was the sound of their breathing, the autumn wind whistling and the beginning drizzle of rain. Illidan was on the cusp of sleep when he remembered something and he reached back to lightly smack Kael’thas on the arm.
“There are far worse ways to be woken up, but why are you here? You could have gone home, probably should have. I'm sure you have people who can help you with this easier, but you didn’t…” There was a pause the question hanging in the air like dandelion fluff before Illidan added a bit more boldly, “And do I even want to know where the dirt is from?”
Such a long time passed before Kael’thas answered that Illidan had thought maybe the other had actually fallen asleep, and that he would have to ask again in the morning, when Kael answered softly, “I was dealing with Gilneas and Lordaeron. The nobles are being unreasonable again and my presence was… required.” Illidan felt his hair being carefully pushed out of the way exposing his newly marked shoulders and neck and shivered an unknown emotion sparking under his skin. Kael’thas hesitated but eventually continued letting the hair slide from his hands.
“I know I could have returned to Silvermoon, I just didn’t… want to. I didn’t want to spend this rut with people I don’t care about simply to satisfy myself, if you catch my meaning.”
Illidan thought about that for a few moments mulling it over. He may not have been nearly as sensitive to other’s feelings as his brother; he did understand what the prince was saying however. Or what he thought he was saying. Illidan knew 1st hand how much heat or rut could alter someone’s thoughts and feelings and while he could admit they were very good friends at this point, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all from the possessive side of his younger friend’s rut. He sighed, putting a hand over Kael'thas' and twisted enough to give him a rueful smile.
“Yes I think I do… We can talk about that when your rut’s over. Now, I forget how long does it take your knot to go down again? I think we’d both appreciate a dip in the lake very soon.”