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Medivh was unresistant, as spent emotionally and physically as he was, when Khadgar moved a hand to the back of his head - allowing them to touch foreheads. Where Khadgar's blue eyes held gentle mirth, the Magus's green eyes were dulled and lost.

"Don't I?" He replied, voice faint. "I cursed a 17 year old youth to be trapped in an elderly body before they had a chance to live. To love. I took the life of those who served me here. I betrayed them. Everyone. Even Azeroth itself as I worked to doom it." He shook his head, closing his eyes and unable to look at the Archmage.

"No. I have much to be sorry for. To regret. All I can do now is to fight with every last breath within me to stop it from happening again. To finally stop all of this suffering..."

Khadgar fell still, silent as he listened to Medivh talk about his past misgivings, that were not his fault in the least. He didn't try to change Medivh's mind about it, Medivh was stubborn and although he was able to be reasoned with, there were just some things he could not change is mind on.

Deep breaths as Khadgar formulated his next web of words to sling at the man, sighing as he did realize what to say. "I have lived for 30 years since that day. I have loved, once a long time ago as well. You did not take those things from me."

"The paths one takes is always going to be filled with regrets, this life has casualties no matter which way things go." Khadgar tried to swallow the lump that was stuck in his throat.

He was quickly becoming aware that he was complete rubbish at attempting comfort and instead scrunched his brows together as he tried to scrabble at something that would fix this.

"Medivh, trust me," he decided to go with, repeating that one phrase again, "trust me."

Medivh was silent, eyes lowered, but still standing there in Khadgar's arms and his forehead gently touching the Archmage's. Khadgar would be able to feel the uneven breath as he fought for both dignity and control of himself. At least he wasn't crying like some child, though the urge was great. It didn't help that Khadgar's voice was quiet with emotion. He could hear it and it pulled at him.

He knew that what he said was true. And the rational part of him knew that it wasn't himself, but Sargeras that did those things. Using his body as a vehicle. But still. To know he caused people he loved such pain....it hurt.

One hand reached up, fingers shaking, and fussed at Khadgar's hair slightly - brushing back his hair from his forehead and straightening the collar of his tunic. Restlessly touching his cheek then hair again as he nodded, eyes bright, latching on to those words.

Always. He was unable to say it, for his voice failed him - but Khadgar would know.

He still wasn't sure what to think about all this 'fel on the side of the light' business...but one thing at a time.

Khadgar wanted nothing more than to just fall into the Magus's arms and maybe not move for the rest of time. The Archmage wanted to spill everything to his ex-mrntir, how even 30 years later he hadn't stopped loving the person, who that person was and take the chance of being rejected. It was that lingering fear of ruining the moment that kept him quiet, had his eyes closed and relished in the way that it seemed like Medivh couldn't figure out where he wanted to settle that hand.

Softly, Khadgar sighed the others name and moved from where their foreheads were touching and instead he pressed his head against the side of Medivh's neck. Of course his hand never left where it had been cradling the back of Medivh's neck, though he did move it so he could properly hug the ex-Guardian.

It was so completely intimate that Khadgar suddenly wanted to withdraw and stare at Medivh like he wasn't sure what was going on. He didn't however, instead he took in a shaky breath and asked himself what this was. This was not how a mentor and student would act when they were reunited after a long time and it was more than just old friends.

Suddenly he blamed himself for how it felt like much more than just comfort for the elder mage. He had started this embrace and he was the one who reached up to press their foreheads together and the one who reminded the near tears Medivh that he could trust Khadgar. His throat tightened and yes, his grip tightened around the Magus in his sudden worry.

There was so much he could feel on the tip of his tongue and he bit it to keep himself from blurting out how much he had wanted to do what they currently were every day for the last 30 years.

Edited 2016-09-27 19:57 (UTC)

With all the heightened emotion in the quiet moment between them, Medivh actually shuddered with a soft intake of breath when Khadgar moved close and tucked his head into his neck. It was almost like lightning had shot through his system. They had never shared such moments like this in the past. Sargeras made that impossible. There was always affection for him, there was no doubt about that. Affection and trust. But it never transcended into anything like this before.

Before he even realized it, he had gripped the Archmage tighter. This was so tender. So intimate. Such things he rarely got to experience. It hit the Magus then just how intimate it really was. This was more like the actions of lovers, not mentor and student or even close friends. Medivh had been too entrenched in duty to take a lover - accepting the fact that such a life was not for him. Plus it would be too dangerous for a partner to be with him. But that didn't mean that there were times that his body didn't want it. Even now, of its own accord, his body stirred. Thankfully due to the negative emotions that had clouded the moments previous - it wasn't as...bothersome. But it was enough to get Medivh thinking.

What is happening? What does this mean?

Ultimately - Medivh didn't feel any averse emotion about this. It would be something he'd have to process and think about. Feel it out. But it was something he was starting to realize had been always there. Though unregistered.

The thoughts about all this and the physical contact did much to calm him, and he was able to compose himself after a companionable silence. Though his heart thundered in his ribs and well....his body was somewhat confused as to what was happening. Should he....act on it? Or wait and emotionally regroup. Emotions were high for both of them and the Magus was not certain if acting on any spontaneous urges was wise. But...the thought was there.

He sighed softly, breath brushing at Khadgar's hair as he rubbed at the other mage's back slightly in a brief affectionate gesture. "Khadgar..." He murmured close to his ear - voice more felt than heard. There was so much to say, but he was not sure how to say it. It wasn't just what was happening between them now but....everything. "Perhaps we should move back to the couch. I don't think resting standing up would be comfortable." His tones were gently teasing. He didn't want to part from the Archmage - at at least wanted to convey that he was okay with this. It was just....all the other changes to Azeroth and the campaign against the Legion that hung over his shoulders like a cloud.

Khadgar was the constant. That rock that held everything in place. Trustworthy, courageous, and compassionate. Medivh would always be grateful for just how much the Archmage made such a difference in his life.

Khadgar had gotten lost in his own thoughts while Medivh clutched him tighter. He was attempting to figure out what exactly he could do before Medivh figured it out. But he blinked back to himself as he felt the very clearly half hard erection pressing against him. He fought down the urge to distance himself and apologize and fought back some of the redness that colored his ears at just the fact that he could still feel it there.

He rationalized that it was probably a product of Medivh being touched like this for the first time in a long time, it was what he would chalk his own body's reaction in reponse at least.

Thoughts began to flutter through his head on a simple urge to offer to help him with that, as a friend who knew how annoying it was to get one and it not going away. It would also relax him, he could say to sway him. Khadgar's stomach twisted and it made him almost want to hate himself for sinking to that low of a though.

Medivh whispered his name against his ear, feeling the word more than hearing it. His ears flamed red and forced Khadgar's back go ramrod straight out of no where and then came the gentle teasing of the fact that they should probably move back to the couch. Khadgar assumed it was a reference to the fact that he had suggested they rest in the first place.

Fighting down the urge to tell him that he was quite comfortable where he was, the Archmage murmured his own, "of course," right against the skin of the Magus's neck. His breath had been undoubtedly hot and a small part of him hoped it made Medivh's issue even harder as he did not want to let go in the slightest.

He could be such a child when it came to the elder mage.

Slowly and reluctantly, Khadgar untangled himself from Medivh and was unrepentant in there being more contact than was necessary. His lips perhaps had dragged against skin and his hands had moved to Medivh's hips to push himself off of the others body.

When finally apart with maybe three feet between them, Khadgar finally opened his blue eyes and gave an apologetic and sheepish smile up at him. He didn't open his mouth to utter any such things though he moved to the side and gestured for Medivh to go ahead to the couch.

"I am going to get something to read it may help me settle properly, I'll be brief."

The Archmage didn't wait for a response and took long steps to get out of the room, though he paused briefly and glanced at Atiesh... well, he didn't think he would really need it if the candles had not died down completely. The brief pause was interrupted by a shake of his head as if physically saying he didn't need it and would make due either way and he strode off and back out into the library.

It had been a thinly disguised need to flee and get his mind in order, out of all those wants that had no place at this point in time or any other really. It had been selfish and the Legion was knocking at Azeroth's gates. What sort of mage would he be if he couldn't control himself even a little?

His body was traitorous and really began to ache as he continued through the near darkness to choose a book. What a mess he was. Had he forgotten everything he stood for just from a few touches from the ex-Guardian? Was he still that much of a love sick whelp that he'd take any chance he was given just to be near him? Clearly he was.

Deep blue eyes were stormy and his mouth settled into a thin line as he mentally berated himself before finding a book he had yet to read. With one hand holding the book, the other latched onto a shelf and he curved his back so he could find some sort of peace.

Medivh would be returning to Dalaran with him, he would take the Magus to meet Anduin Llane Wrynn and may even suggest the ex-gaurdian tell the newly crowned king stories about the men he was named after. Things Varian wouldn't be able to have told him or him, really.

The rage began to melt out of him as he thought of how bright Medivh's eyes would be to see the Tram to Ironforge or the new park that had been built to clean up what was left of the attack of Deathwing. Let him meet the Draenei that would be around so he could see that many had survived and joined the Alliance. He would introduce him to the Pandaren representative as well.

Upset and worry flooded out of him like a faucet had been turned on, leaving him ready to return to the elder mage without worrying too much about what had happened. Though, he found his body being still stubborn and resisting to settle, as just the mental image of Medivh's green eyes lighting up at what Stormwind had become seemed to do just as much as the intimate hugging had.

He squinted at the book in the lowlight of the library once more, sighed softly to himself and tucked it under his arm as he moved back towards the small room. He hoped his old master would still be there, he wasn't sure how he'd feel about the situation if he had just left him there with no trace.

Carefully, Khadgar would peek in and wave the book with a small smile just in case Medivh had upped and left.

Edited 2016-09-28 12:50 (UTC)

Medivh felt Khadgar straighten up abruptly when he murmured by his ear almost like he had been jolted. His lips quirked in amusement, but his expression stilled when he felt the Archmage respond, lips brushing against his neck and his breath hot on his skin. The Magus shivered again, mouth in a tense thin line as his skin tingled. That definitely was not making it any easier for his body to settle. Reluctantly, Medivh let Khadgar go, eyes flicking downward for a moment to confirm what he had just felt when Khadgar straightened against him.

It appeared his ex-Apprentice had been affected similarly to him. Well. But that thought quickly got replaced with the distraction of Khadgar's hands moving down to his hips. Lingering before he moved away. He wants this. Medivh realized, heart racing. He was mildly amused at himself - feeling suddenly like he was the teenager that he hadn't been able to be before and not a man in his mid-forties.

When Khadgar met his eyes, he would find Medivh staring at him intently with an almost curiosity. Considering and contemplative. A flush was warming his pale, hawklike features as he licked suddenly dry lips. Before he could do or say anything however, Khadgar quickly ducked from the room, saying that he was going to find a book to settle with. Medivh simply stood, staring at the door - mind working over time and starting to be more aware of the arousal warming his senses and awakening them. Making them heightened.

After weighing his options, situations and possible outcomes, the Magus came to his decision. Once the man committed to one, he tended to throw himself at it wholeheartedly. There was no halfway for the charismatic Medivh.

Quickly, he moved about the small chamber - moving his hands about as he used magic to quickly move any debris on the floor to a corner so as to not cut their feet. His bare feet barely made a whisper on the stone floor. Next, he banked the fire in the brazier - dimming the room to darkness. There was enough light to not be pitch black, but it would hopefully help turn off their overactive minds - helping them feel instead. He found himself wondering if Khadgar was really looking for a book or if he had found a corner to take care of his body's needs. The thought only made his own body get more excited. It had been a long time since he had gotten like this. Feeling warm, the Magus tugged off his sleeveless tunic and waited, sitting in the shadows by the door in just his loose trousers.

The moment Khadgar returned with a book in hand, Medivh waited until he had stepped past the threshold into the darkness and through his wards before he moved. He grabbed the other man with a gentle though firm grip - pulling him deeper into the room. Medivh just hoped that his theorizing was correct, or this was going to get really uncomfortable and fast. If his face was to be glimpsed in the near darkness - his expression was intent and focused with his usual passion when on to something; green eyes glittering in the dark.

Then suddenly they met the wall by the lounge couch - and Medivh pushed Khadgar up against it, pressing his taller frame into the Archmage as he ducked his head to tease the Mage's throat and collarbone with parted lips and the slight brush of beard and teeth. His breath was hot, and shaking slightly as he nuzzled against Khadgar's jaw. His body and a hand partially kept him pinned, while the other expressive hand caressed firmly along the lean torso - grasping a hip tightly before curled finger tips teased along a clothed thigh, slowly heading towards the erection he knew was there.

The darkness was ominous and Khadgar could feel something crackling in the air. It was like a storm was brewing, though not the same one as he had been used to when it came to the Magus when he had started to fall to anger, no this... This was more charged and it left the hairs in the back of Khadgar's neck rising to attention.

He didn't see Medivh coming, but he felt him like the storm finally hit him and he was stuck out in it. It was overwhelming to the younger mage, felt like it was drowning him under whatever that feeling was.

To say he wasn't expecting to find himself pressed up against a wall with lips and teeth at his neck, was an understatement. It did make him realize what the feeling was however, only confirming it at a brief glance at Medivh's face.

It was want.

"Medivh," Khadgar near whimpered, brows scrunching and blue eyes flicking back down at the man. He wanted to ask what he was doing, what made him decide to nearly attack him with sensation. Everybtime he opened his mouth only sharp breaths were let out and soft, barely there noises.

His other hand moved toward the Magus and yes, he forgot to release the book before he bonked Medivh lightly with it, but it dropped to the floor immediately after so he could grab at a shoulder gently squeeze it in his grip.

It was too late when he realized where the other mage's hand was going and instead of stopping him like he intended... Khadgar moved to grab the loose black and grey hair in his hand and pull so Medivh would look at him.

Even in the darkness it was clear that the younger man's ears, face and neck were flushed and those blue eyes burned into Medivh with his own brand of want. But Khadgar decided to that if this was going to happen, he would not be passive no matter how much experience he lacked in this area. Khadgar was always a quick study after all.

Medivh actually twitched at the way Khadgar said his name - though he did still for a moment, perhaps slightly concerned that he had made an error. But he listened in the dark to the sound of the Archmage's breathing...and those barely there whispers of sound with each exhale...which told him that he was on the right track.

The book thumping into his shoulder elicited a sudden chuckle from the Magus's throat - not expecting that and finding it quite amusing. The vibration of his laugh was not loud, but enough to move through the man beneath him. He heard the book hit the floor before a hand grasped his bare shoulder, and he grinned against the heated skin beneath his mouth. He nipped just beneath his ear almost playfully, before soothing with his tongue.

His hand was just teasing at the warmth of Khadgar's inner thigh and about to head upwards when he felt a hand grab a fistful of his hair and tug. Medivh uttered a surprised, though not unpleased grunt and raised his head, blinking down at Khadgar nose to nose with him. He saw the flush on the other man's face and the look in those blue eyes. His green eyes searched, and then something in him relaxed slightly, though definitely not physically. He still held Khadgar firmly in place. The grin he offered his ex-Apprentice with the pleased slitted eyes looked almost predatory - though this time, there was no demon lord tainting it.

He leaned in - just enough so that their lips were almost touching - sending tingles of anticipation racing along his skin and down his spine. Just before they could touch, he shifted - grazing teeth gently along the edge of his chin - shamelessly teasing in light touches and gauging the Archmage's reaction. Likewise, just as his hand was going to brush over Khadgar's groin, it moved upwards - caressing firmly on his chest and belly, finger tips seeking places to tease as he full palmed stroked.

Oh, oh that that bastard was what the younger mage's mind screamed as he felt those nips and teeth just under his ear. It had gotten a low, gutteral sound from the mage though it tapered off as Medivh looked at him with a gaze Khadgar could only think of as predatory.

Their lips had almost been touching and that hand had almost gone where he needed it most, but Medivh's denied him as it was in his nature to do as such. Khadgar did not grace his actions with more than a soft snort because that would be giving him what he wanted.

The surprisingly calloused hand gripped hard in the white streaked black hair yanked at the strands with a much harder grip, intending to draw his head away from his neck so he could...

Well, Khadgar descended fast to Medivh's through, taking his time to taste the skin there as he had wanted to for such a long time. He moved towards the side of Medivh's Adam's apple and took his chance to swipe his tongue on a spot before he began to nip and suck at the spot instead. He moved to another spot against the spot just under the corner of his bearded jaw and starred all over again

He kept the hand in the others hair continuously pulling, not in an overtly painful way but as a warning that he wanted him to stay like that for a while.

A sound he made surprised himself, almost like a moan and growl against the flesh. He wasn't expecting that to come out of him just because he wanted to keep Medivh in place. But, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised at all. He was getting to do this period and he tested the grip on his other arm to see if he could add that hand to the sudden exploration.

Medivh's body was equisite and maybe, just maybe Khadgar forgot all about the scars that he and Lothar had left upon him to focus on finding out what would make the elder mage response like he had been minutes before.

The hand didn't leave Medivh's hair, though it tightened into a firmer grip and suddenly yanked. The Master Mage's head pulled back from Khadgar as he gasped audibly with a sharp "Ah!" Oh...well this was interesting. The game was changing now as Khadgar broke out of being stunned and was showing his old teacher that he had some tricks up his sleeve. Medivh definitely approved of this.

Oh...OH!

Khadgar had taken advantage of his exposed throat - and Medivh's frame shuddered as his mouth fell open in both surprise and pleasure. His breath came out in low hum of a noise, hitching as he sucked it back in. It was like his entire body was being zapped as his nerves jangled with sensations. He pressed closer to Khadgar, bracing himself on the wall behind them while the hand drifting over the Archmage's torso slid along his shoulder and neck to caress the side of his face and through the soft hair on the back of his head. He wasn't pinning down Khadgar's hands per se, in case the other mage wanted to surprise him some more.

He uttered another soft grunt as he attempted to move his head. But apparently Khadgar wanted to keep him like this for now - so he allowed it - breath quickened and a little uneven. He heard that sound Khadgar made and it went right to his throbbing arousal, which was currently straining his trousers. He dragged his nails lightly along Khadgar's scalp - uttering a soft echo of a pleased growl in his throat.

He was going to end up overwhelmed by the sensations that Medivh gave him with each of his actions. The sounds, feel, taste... Oh, he was going to be lost in the feelings even after everything was over and done with. Khadgar couldn't help but not care about the consequences of his actions right then. But later... he would undoubtedly have some conflicting feelings on it.

His free hand snuck around to place itself flat against the Magus's stomach, slowly sliding it down to tease along the edge of his pant line, some time letting a finger just dip under the band to tease the other man. In truth, the younger man was a little unsure of moving to far without confirmation but he held that away and thoight about the fact that he was even doing this with Medivh at all.

Releasing the strands within his grasp, Khadgar took his chance to bite down properly on the side of his neck and only pulled back to see if he had made the mark he wanted. Oh, he was smug when he realized he had left a good few of them, but the newest one would definitely be there the longest.

If tonight was truly the night of him doing this, we'll there was something he wanted to try. He wondered how Medivh's erection would feel in his hand and mouth. He licked his bottom lip with a quick swipe of his mouth before smiling at Medivh in a self satisfied way.

It was then he realized he wasn't sure how to proceed that while acting on urges worked, he would have to fight back his brain from trying to remember every little thing that Medivh liked and didn't like.

The hand that had previously been entangled in the ex-Guardian's hair had brushed the soft locks aside and cupped his hand over the back of Medivh's neck. Slowly, he drew Medivh back in, got so close to kissing him. His lips barely brushing over the taller's and then he dodged away much like Medivh hand and nuzzled up under the others bearded chin.

That devious hand however, teased his finger tips just under the edge of his pants one last time and moved to instead hesitantly press over the others bulge with the clever hand. He squeezed lightly, mind slightly boggling over the size because oh, wow his imagination was wrong. Maybe it was just the fact that it was the real thing and not another conjured fantasy that made him think that he had been so pleasantly wrong about it and this, well this was definitely better.

Well it appeared that his ex-Apprentice still did learn very quickly. Good. At the teasing touches at the waistline of his pants, Medivh uttered another soft chuckle as he rolled his hips slightly into the other man. The feel of Khadgar's hand against his bare skin was wonderful though - and he wanted more of it. All over. Not just in the obvious place.

"Uhnn..." Came the unbidden sound from his throat when Khadgar both let his hair go and bit down on the side of his neck. No doubt, he added a mark to add to the collection he all ready had. His eyes were shut when the Archmage had pulled away, so he didn't see that expression. Before he could mentally regroup, he felt just the barest brush of their noses as Khadgar leaned in, and the Magus sucked in a breath, knowing his lips were right there. The touches to his neck and hair were wonderful and he stilled a moment when Khadgar did the same teasing trick he did earlier, moving away and nuzzling under his chin. The little.... Well! We'll see about that Apprentice.

The hand that had now gripped his hard on through his pants only made him more determined to show just who was the one with more experience here (though to be honest, Khadgar was surprising him and delightfully so). The Magus shivered as he rolled in a subtle sinuous movement into that hand. He would have to be careful though because he would probably not last long if the other man kept that up. Time for a distraction!

Shoving him a little harder into the wall, Medivh's hand slid down Khadgar's chest before snaking back up again - holding his throat to keep the other man in place. No, he was not adding pressure to affect the other man's breathing - nor was he using his nails. The touch was firm, but obviously careful. The action was rather spontaneous since the Archmage didn't have as much hair to grab as he did. Medivh used this brief surprise to dive in for a heated kiss. This time there was no teasing.

Unpracticed though he may be - getting kissed by Medivh was much like the Master Mage himself. Unpredictable, mercurial, very powerful and far from subtle. Tender and sensual one moment, and suddenly rough the next as his teeth nibbled and pinched gently. And apparently he was just as talented with his tongue as he was using it to scathe verbally with sharp wit.

Khadgar couldn't help but smirk while Medivh had been surprised for those few seconds and perhaps that was why he didn't see Medivh shoving him back against the wall. The sound he let out was brief and there had been a moment where he wondered if he had done something wrong an upset the Magus as his hand curled around his throat.

It wasn't uncomfortable, nor was the fast hawk-like precision in which Medivh moved to strike hard. Khadgar would not admit to the sound that he made to Medivh kissing him. It was soft, surprised and needy as Khadgar attempted to gain his foot hold in this action. Fast and hard, slow and probing, it was making Khadgar's head spin and he whined as he thumped his head against the wall to draw back for air.

That would show his lack of experience, he thought as he panted open mouthed and flicked his tongue over his lips. His eyelids were drooped and those bright blue eyes had a dazed glaze over his eyes as he focused on what he thought of that. Medivh kissed how he lived, going from whatever mood he pleased and dominating the things he touched. Oh, it wasn't an unkind domination unless you were so unlucky to be on his bad-side, but it was still him forcing the other person to submit.

Khadgar was well and truly screwed, he realized as his eyes fell back on Medivh's mouth. He debated on how to draw him back in and remind Medivh that he would always be a quick study and oh so eager to learn. The hand cupping the back of the older man's neck drew the other back in and he slowly, tentatively kissed him back.

It was nothing like how Medivh's kiss went in so much as it was painfully slow and studious learning what he could just from trying new things. His teeth grazed over the Magus's bottom lip, followed by a tongue and well... he took the chance to suck on it a little bit while he learnt. No one could not say that even in this situation that Khadgar was not thorough.

Oh the sounds Khadgar was making was delicious. Medivh couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to see what he could do to pull more noises out of the Archmage. He was all ready aroused beyond belief by the challenge, the vocal responses on top of everything else just made it even sweeter.

Their breaths mingled in the dark when Khadgar's head fell away and thumped lightly on the wall with that exquisite whimper. The Magus' eyes glinted in the dark as he grinned toothily at him, keeping his hold on the other man's throat. His lips still tingled from Khadgar's mouth. And he wanted more of it.

It appeared his ex-Apprentice wanted the same thing, because the hand around the back of his neck drew him closer so that they could connect again. Medivh allowed him to take control of the kiss for the moment, though he kept his hand on the other man's throat as a 'reminder'. He hummed a soft sound of approval in his throat as he absorbed himself in the slower, more probing kiss - the only other sounds being their parted lips joining in the dark. The Magus could feel Khadgar's pulse raging against his palm - matching the frenetic cadence of his own heart. He rather enjoyed those touches of teeth and tongue - and at one point, took over the kiss without changing the pace - just so he could suckle on the Archmage's tongue with a low sound of want.

This experiment was turning out better than he had imagined. He was more than pleased that he guessed Khadgar's needs correctly. They both needed this. He broke the kiss, happy to nuzzle along the other man's jaw with agonizing slowness and relishing the panting of the other man beneath him. He finally made it to an ear, drawing a lobe into his mouth and biting down gently but firmly with his teeth - soothing it with his tongue after to dull the pain. His hand on Khadgar's throat pushed his chin up, with the same gentle firmness as before as he explored and took his time.

With his hands and mouth being so occupied - an idea struck him - and he acted on it without much thought. With a quick movement - he kept Khadgar pinned while he briefly reached down and grabbed the man's hips - hefting him bodily up the wall so that they were better aligned for him to grind his throbbing arousal into the other. Medivh could be surprisingly strong when he wanted to be. Oh...Yes.... Yes perfect. He rolled hard again with almost a feral noise in his throat - breath and mouth hot on the Archmage's ear.

When Medivh had broke the second kiss, Khadgar had made another soft disapproving sound as he was nuzzled. Though he enjoyed it, oh he definitely wanted to let him continue to do what he liked at least until... he felt the bastard's teeth clamp onto his earlobe, only to soothe any pain away with the wet glide of his tongue. The sound that the Archmage gave was an almost tortured groan, hips jerking forward without his permission.

He flushed even more, snapping his mouth shut and was glad the hand on his throat kept his head tilted up as he thought it was easier to swallow the noises back.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was Medivh picking him up and aligning their groins and rocking against him unrepentantly. That-- He had never felt anything quite like that and it punched another groan out if him. It was desperate and had Khadgar's hands flying to Medivh's shoulders. His fingertips and nails dug into the muscles, unsure if he should push him away or draw him closer.

He tested the waters himself taking the chance to roll his own hips against the Magus's, biting back the noise that half formed and gripped the muscled shoulders that much tighter.

Khadgar wanted to lean in, to bite at Medivh's neck again and grapple for a little more of control, but the feral glint in the dark haired mage's eyes told him that he was dealing with a force of nature he hadn't learnt to control. He doubted there was anyone who could truly control Medivh, even Sargeras had moments where the mercurial mage slipped through and gleaned a small bit of control back.

Panting open with his mouth open, Khadgar saw the brief chance at gathering some control back and shifted so he could drag his teeth and tongue over the unmarked side of the mage's throat. Of course, it would've just been easier if he let Medivh have the control he wanted with no challenge, but Khadgar was never one to just sit around and not question the ex-Guardian in some form.

At that tortured groan of a sound Khadgar made, Medivh actually twitched bodily against the other man with a soft echo of a sound. That, and the accompanying jerk of the Archmage's hips into his was almost enough to undo him completely. He wanted to tell his ex-Apprentice that there was no need to suppress any noise...but he didn't want to mar the heat of the moment with words.

The moment Khadgar made another delicious sound and grabbed his shoulders - the Magus uttered a strangled grunt of pleasure against his ear, unable to resist hissing a soft 'yesss..' on a shaking exhale. He could feel Khadgar's nails dig into his skin with every roll of his hips and it was amazing. Every movement caused a jolt of sensation to jangle his nerves and it was almost enough for the Magus to nearly lose his mind with lust.

He refrained from truly succumbing for various reasons, however he still shuddered and uttered a soft sound of need when he felt those hips rock into him again. Keeping Khadgar pinned, he used his weight to keep the man in place while he reached down with both hands, finding that the position worked better if he supported the man under the hips, hefting him in his grip. In this way, he was able to grind with more force. Oh they were probably going to both be bruised after this, but it was going to be so damned worth it.

The sudden feel of teeth and tongue along his sensitive throat drew a heated growl from the Magus, more vibration than actual sound. He gripped the man's hips and rocked hard mercilessly tucking his head in to lick along the edge of Khadgar's ear, drawing the edge of the lobe in his mouth to suck. He had noticed how the other man reacted the first time and wanted to get it again.

Khadgar's reaction to being properly hefted up and the harder pressure against his groin was a much louder groan-growl against the Magus's neck. Then came the hot mouth teasing his ear and Khadgar's voice raised an almost embarrassing octave that he would definitely never admit to anyone, preferably ever. He was fast to snap his teeth down on his tongue, though he was unable to completely stifle how his breaths hitched and some had a twinge of a whine on them.

Oh, he was definitely not going to last if Medivh kept his relentless assault of his mouth and hips up and the thought very nearly mortified the Archmage. He pried one hand away from Medivh's shoulder to snake up through his ex-master's hair from the short hairs of his neck and up, gasping as he yanked Medivh away from his ear to kiss the man hard.

Yes, much better, Khadgar thought, rolling his hips hard and meeting the other's thrusts half way. God, it was fantastic and he could see sparks of blue magic lighting behind his eyelids just telling him how close he was already.

"Medivh," the apprentice mumble-moaned against the Magus's lips and let a breath catch then turn into a breathy whimper. Oh, he was not going to last much longer at all and it drove Khadgar to grind back all that much more, chasing his own pleasure in an almost greedy fashion. He was allowed this, wasn't he? He didn't think he'd ever get a chance like this, but here he was. Some part of him wondered if once would ever be enough for him. If this wouldn't just make him want it more

It would have to be, he knew it would, because there was no chance that Medivh would stay after the Legion was defeated or at least pushed back for Azeroth to prepare all over again. The sudden burst of emotion that filled him, had him kissing Medivh much slower, his hips coming to a stop. It was a thorough one, learning and committing every thing he could of how the Magus's mouth tasted and felt. He catalogued everything he could and allowed himself to indulge Medivh with the noises he seemed keen to draw out of him.

Some were high and breathy, others were low and keening, there were some that were just simple whimpers of pleasure and always groans that erupted out of Khadgar out of no where. Undoubtedly, some would've been surprised at how vocal the mage was when he was taking pleasure. One could only guess who loud he let himself be when he was alone.

Medivh grinned fiercely against Khadgar's ear at that reaction. He'll definitely never forget how high his voice got when he sucked on his ear....so he did it again with a throaty chuckle. Khadgar was absolutely stunning in this light and Medivh just lapped it up.

His smug thoughts were snapped back to reality though the moment he felt Khadgar's hand snake up along the back of his neck and into his hair. He grunted when his head was yanked back from the other man's ear, but the grin he flashed at the Archmage in the dark was definitely shameless. It was soon smothered by a hard kiss - which the Magus returned with his usual passion. He rewarded his ex-apprentice by squeezing the curve of his behind in the firm grip of his hands, especially since the other mage had started to really rock into his own hips. His lean muscle quivered under Khadgar's hands - so near the breaking point himself.

Hearing his name moaned like that against his mouth, caused Medivh to jerk with an almost needy, high breathy sound - as close to a whimper as he ever got. He almost came just from that alone. He could tell by Khadgar's pace that he was nearing the brink as well - if that whimper wasn't any indication.

Then suddenly Khadgar's pace changed. To a slower more....savoring one. At first Medivh paused, trying to gauge the other man's comfort level or at least what he was wanting. These actions were more tender than lustful...almost as if the other man wanted to draw it out. Medivh somehow understood - and matched his pace, eager to please. His kisses became more gentle - wanting and sensual. A gentle suck there...a touch of a tongue here. Perhaps a nibble on a lip. Ah...there was those beautiful sounds again - Medivh uttered an approving sigh against Khadgar's mouth. He still kept up the firm rolling motion of his hips - but he had slowed considerably, making his rhythm uneven and unpredictable - the movement becoming more sinuous and not as rough.

"Mm...good." He found himself murmuring against the Archmage's mouth, drawing his lower lip between his own to suck languidly. "Finish for me young trust. I wish to see you undone..." His whispered tones were on an uneven hitching sigh - voice soft and almost husky with need. He punctuated his request by a firmer rock against the other man - shuddering. He was so close he couldn't stand it.

Hearing the high, near whimper from Medivh after he had needily said his name against his lips drove a shiver up Khadgar's spine. He wanted to burn that sound into his memory and never let it go. He wanted it recorded so he could play it whenever he wanted. The Magus drove him insane in such a wonderful way.

Medivh matched the slowed, wanting kiss and did seem to enjoy each and every noise Khadgar made. Khadgar's blue eyes became all the more bright as the arcane began to swirl and manifest without his knowledge or consent. It was fluctuating in its intensity and matched the pleasurable grinds of Medivh's hips. He was obviously getting lost in the unsteady rythym that he other mage had started and it stroked the fire in the bit of his stomach far more than the desperate pace before.

Hell, it wasn't until Medivh murmured a praise that realized exactly how close he was.

Then came the order.

Khadgar felt like he had been punched in the gut,when he was told to come. It was hard to breathe and the younger mage had not been prepared for how it effected him to hear his name in that gruff tenor, ordering him to do something insane like come on demand. Yet, here he was, arching his back and letting out a strangled groan as he came.

His eyes were filled with the glow of magic, and the arcane magic that had been building released as he did. It left the room basking in the glow what had to be hundreds of little firefly-like lights and him gasping for air from the force of it.

Orgasm by himself had never been so intense, this had been nearly too much and very glad it was an harmless spell this time. His impossibly blue eyes looked tiredly into Medivh's eyes from under heavy lashes and ignored the sweat slicked hair caking itself to his forehead.

The Archmage had no idea if he would ever feel something that intense again, if anything he could do to himself would ever match the ferocity of the storm that was the Magus Medivh. Medivh may have very well ruined him and the pleasantly quiet mind he had told him it may not be a bad thing.

He was beginning to get over-sensitive, but ignored it in favour of working that much harder to drive the ex-Guardian off of the same edge as him. His breathe hitched as he ground his hips back against the others and softly murmured-moaned, "Medivh, please ," as if there was no other way to plead with the mage to fall off that ledge and join him down in the waters of post-coital bliss.

Through it, Khadgar realized neither of them had gotten their pants off and he, himself hadn't even managed to rid himself of the white under-shirt he had been wearing. He would have to find somewhere to clean everything before they could leave the tower and set foot in Stormwind. Perhaps find a place to properly rinse himself while they were there, he was sure a room at the Inn in the Dwarven District would be discreet enough for him to shower before they set foot in Dalaran.

It seemed his mind was returning to him, slowly but surely, but he still found himself pleasantly relaxed. More than he could claim himself to have ever truly been before, really. But, the Archmage took the chance to tuck his face against Medivh's neck affectionately and just rest there, smearing the sweat that covered his forehead right into the crook.

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Seeing Khadgar finish at his command sent an indescribable thrill through the Magus - and if he had to be honest with himself, it was probably one of the most incredible and beautiful things he had ever witnessed. As his ex-Apprentice arched with such a lovely noise in his throat, he was lined with arcane light that exploded outwards - his eyes a glowing shade of blue. The specks of light glowed and lit the room - and them as they writhed against the wall.

Medivh's own green eyes were glowing with a hint of violet in both sympathetic reaction to Khadgar's explosion of arcane energy, and also at the slight loss of control in himself at seeing the Archmage undone so. Though the Magus was able to keep it contained with no issue. Unlike his partner.

The Magus was shuddering now, rocking into Khadgar at a quicker desperate pace - so very close now and very nearly mad with the tension that was gripping his body. In the light of Khadgar's magic - he looked almost as insane as those many years ago - hair wild and untamed - his eyes wide. His skin with a sheen of sweat. Except this time, he didn't have horns growing out of his forehead and his beard wasn't on fire.

Then Khadgar had to go and say that.

Medivh let out a choked moan of a noise, tensing as he jerked bodily against the Archmage - writhing as he rode out his orgasm. For once, his mind stayed out of it and he simply experienced. When he finally came down from that incredibly high - he simply sagged against Khadgar with ragged pants - entire body shaking. The archmage was lowered so that his feet touched the floor - but with Medivh leaning against him, his weight would be able to help the both of them stand until they recovered enough to do it themselves.

He dropped his head onto Khadgar's shoulder when he felt the other man tuck his face into his neck. All the Magus could do was gently stroke the other man's damp hair - sweeping it off his forehead and continuing to thread slender fingers through the silver strands. He couldn't even think of a witty comment to flavor the moment - and decided it was probably for the best.

That certainly just happened, Khadgar's slower mind expressed as his feet tested their strength on standing on their own. It wasn't a bad thing at all, Khadgar thought it was the exact opposite and he was almost dreading the idea that this would be the only time he got to enjoy it. He almost wanted to drag it out longer, allow himself to explore and commit everything else to memory. Who knew how long Medivh would stay, Khadgar didn't know even where he had been before seeing him in the Library of Karazhan. He wasn't ready to completely throw the opportunity to at least get rid of some of the things in his head out before they reached Stormwind and Khadgar would return to being Archmage Khadgar, Leader of the Council of Six.

He was not looking forward to it, not as much as he would have been in any other situation. The Archmage sighed softly, shaking himself free of those ongoing thoughts. They could be focused on in the morning, when the light of day hit him with a new perspective.

Khadgar made catching his breath against Medivh's neck his top priority, and enjoyed the feeling of the other man press his own face against his shoulder. Khadgar slowly smiled, it wasn't an overtly boisterous thing, but it was smug. Oh, he was smug, he had seen the violet glow over taking the green in those short moments before he came. It made him pleased to know he had effected Medivh in such a way, of course it was clearly not to same explosive response that Khadgar had given - but in the younger mage's eyes it was equal if not more potent.

Medivh had the control of a thousand mages, even that little flicker of violent over his striking green eyes was enough to spark an overabundance of pride within the white haired Archmage.

His legs slowly were gaining their strength back and perhaps should've attempted to move them, he didn't. Though he found himself failing to ignore the wetness n his pants and how uncomfortable it was. How long had it been since he did something like that? It had to have been at least two decades.

Softly murmuring an unintelligible sound that perhaps would've been words if he was trying, Khadgar brought his hands to rest one around Medivh's waist and the other to gently pet through the long hair that definitely seemed wilder and so very untamed.

Words were on the tip of his tongue and he could feel them dancing, wanting to free themselves from the tight bondage that Khadgar had previously been keeping hidden away from the world. Instead he bit his tongue and pressed his lips lightly to the curve of Medivh's neck before slowly drawing away to look the Magus directly in his intense green eyes.

Medivh was a marvel, Khadgar had always thought and he didn't think it was ever truer now than ever before.

"We should get out of our pants before they dry," he half whispered, blue eyes glinting in the dying flickers of the lights that Khadgar had conjured, "easier to clean tomorrow if they are not glued to us."

The Mage's lips curled at the ends, those expressive blue hued eyes showing the sweetness that was only driven home by the hushed, almost secretive tone he used.

Medivh didn't know how long they stood against the wall like that, simply recovering and enjoying the afterglow of what had occurred between them. The light from that arcane burst was fading and the only sound was their breathing as they worked on catching their breaths. Medivh was still quivering from the release of tension. He couldn't help but sigh a soft content sound as he felt Khadgar's arm slide around his waist and his other hand stroke along his hair.

He honestly wasn't used to this. At all. But as he stood there, contemplating everything - he came to the conclusion that he liked it. There was going to be a lot to think about in the near future. There was a lot to process.

Khadgar was moving now - and Medivh could feel a gentle kiss against his neck before they shifted to meet gazes; green meeting blue. Medivh's expression was quiet, considering...maybe a little dazed. He simply studied Khadgar, absorbing every detail with utmost focus like he was seeing him for the first time.

The softly murmured words snapped him out of it, and the Magus blinked before nodding and then looked down between them as if just noticing what Khadgar was talking about.

"Oh." He said simply. "I suppose we did make quite a mess didn't we?" He added - his lips quirking into an almost cheeky grin and a twinkle in his green eyes. It pleased him to see Khadgar smile like that. He huffed a sighed "Haah..." still a little breathless. "I haven't had that much fun in years." He said, still grinning. He'd spent most of his life being celibate. This just about blew his mind! It was just made even more special by the fact it was with someone he cared about.

He shifted a hand to rest it on Khadgar's cheek - his grin turning softening into something more fond before he leaned in and pressed a gentle and brief kiss to the Archmage's forehead. "Now we can get comfortable..." He chuckled, turning and moving away from the wall before walking a little unsteadily over to the couch. There, he promptly shucked off the soiled pants and left them on the stone floor before flopping wearily onto the cushions.

At the declaration that Medivh hadn't had that much fun in years, Khadgar couldn't help but laugh. It was a soft, tinkling sounds that barely was anything more than air but it was amused and more than a little exasperated by the mercurial mages pleasure with the act. Oh, it was like watching a child opening a present and then being so incredibly happy with it that he forgot everything for a little while after. He knew not to dismiss the way that his gut was telling him to be aware of the on coming storm that could be brewing under Medivh's skin.

Yes, the Archmage knew he was focusing more on the happiness and unbridled glee that seemed to radiate off of Medivh, but it was not like Khadgar didn't store away the looks that came after or didn't hum pleased at the kiss pressed against his forehead. Oh no, he was definitely putting those expressions and actions into their own boxes to be processed at a later date, it was truly just the verve that the Magus gave off that had him wondering what other turns his life would be taking after that one night in Karazhan.

Guffawing at the brashness of his ex-Master, Khadgar decided it would be better to just strip off and not try not to let any lingering moments of self-consciousness be banished away or well, hidden enough that it would at least appear to be non-existent. A sigh left him and well, the mage decided to just do it and began to draw the white under-shirt over his belly and chest. He tossed it aside once it cleared his arms and scratched his stomach with one hand, while the other thumbed at the waist band of his pants. He could feel the insecurity mounting in the pit of his stomach, because truly, he was old. Older than he should've been, older than Medivh. He closed his eyes to banish the urge to extinguish the drying embers of the firefly-lights and instead just moved to pull the pants off with a rather grossed out noise.

Taking them off felt worse than stewing in it! He balled the pants up briefly to try and wipe up any of the remaining come before it became flaky and stiff on him. At least by minimizing the mess, he could focus on relaxing instead of worrying if he would become glued to the couch should he manage to sleep face down. One very embarrassing memory of doing just that came to mind and well... He rubbed his face furiously to get that now out of his head and banish it with the other unsavory thoughts.

Unlike Medivh's casual shucking of the pants, Khadgar balled them up and set them near his other clothes so they could be found with relative ease. He took a mental count of the room and well, his eyes fell on the book that had been forgotten in the heated moments before and well... The Archmage moved to grab it before heading to settle next to the Magus. He didn't actually flop onto the couch, more gingerly settled himself down while he set the book within reach and stretched his arms high above his head. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, realizing how sore being pressed up against the wall had made his back and his muscles were glad for the stretch.

Snapping his gaze onto Medivh, Khadgar smiled and debated what to say and well... “You lost some control.” What a smug little bastard, the smile turned into a devious grin and oh yes, all that pride came oozing out of him, because yes, yes he did make Medivh lose some of his control and that would be more than enough to keep him tided over until the next time he had a chance to show up the Magus. Competitive Jerk.

Just like Khadgar thought Medivh's glee was contagious, Medivh thought that Khadgar's laughter was catching. The Magus's shoulders shook with laughter as he made himself comfortable after cleaning himself off; reaching down for his discarded pants to use. They would definitely have to figure out a way to clean their garments before heading out in public. At the moment though, he just felt so light-headed and giddy. He wasn't used to such happy and content feelings. Not ones like this where it just felt like the whole body was filled with it.

Though Medivh was occupied, he didn't miss the hesitation before Khadgar removed the rest of his clothing. Not wanting to make the other man uncomfortable by trying to get a better look in the dimming light - Medivh simply drew his eyes away to help give his companion his dignity. Khadgar honestly had nothing to worry about. Not in Medivh's eyes at least. There was still some times where the Magus saw glimpses of the youth of so many years ago.

He shifted over a little to give Khadgar more room when the other picked up his book and came over to the lounge couch. Due to the lights that were almost out, Medivh waved a hand at the banked fire in the brazier, getting it going again to create a soft warm glow. Okay...and this time he had to get a look at Khadgar when the other man stretched. He liked what he saw. However his expression changed to an almost nonchalant look at the Archmage's comment and a dark almost elegant brow raised slightly. The cheeky little shit.

"Oh?" He tossed his long hair back and gave a rolling shrug. "At least I did not light up the whole room with an arcane blast." He drawled casually.

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