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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.

Edited 2016-10-01 13:53 (UTC)

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.

"That was also my first time with someone else," Khadgar countered, still smug and just a little pleased that he got the Magus to react how he wanted him too. Oh it was definitely a bigger feat that Khadgar had gotten those expressive green eyes to glow violet even if he didn't light up the room like the Archmage had. Perhaps he was just easily pleased and happy he had such an effect upon the ex-Guardian, it was more than he could've ever dreamed of before that night. Not even in his most extensive or vivid fantasies had Medivh lost even an ounce of control. Yet the proof was was there before him and it was his turn to grin like a child who had gotten into the larder to devour every snack he could possibly reach.

"Even that little bit is a feat," the Archmage told Medivh as if it was really that simple. Khadgar was only human and Medivh had been a Guardian with the world on his shoulders and Sargeras on his back when they had met. It wasn't strange for Khadgar to extrapolate that Medivh's control was better than... well, anyone's. Though Medivh was human, just as he was and Khadgar did see the elder mage through a somewhat hero-worship tinted gaze. So perhaps he was just biased, it wouldn't surprise him really.

Khadgar rested his hands on his thighs, shifting his legs to gave his ankle lay on top of a thigh and hands moved to grasp at the calf. He didn't realize his brows had furrowed or that he was staring off into the distance of the room. In fact, to him, all he was doing was mentally taking a check list of things that he could rank next to the pride of knocking the ex-Guardian off kilter enough to have those vivacious green hues flash violet in response. Truly, there were few that he could consider to be on that much of a personal level, as he was quick to throw achievements gained by well, actual work were thrown out the window. They were extensive and incomparable as far as the white haired mage was concerned.

Though he realized that the list of his personal achievements that were in the same vein as the one from moments passed was really... the only one he had that made him happy. He spent his life mourning and wanting the Magus, thinking that no one would truly bother with wanting him. Sure, it had been long ago when it truly bothered him that even if he wanted to try and move passed the Magus.... well, Sargeras's final jab to him was having Medivh drain his youth, effectively taking that away from him. Or at least he thought so.

The years since his rapid aging had been both unkind and extremely generous to him, with the last few being more open to his good fortune than not. He was tall, broad shouldered and absolutely fell into the silver fox category if you asked some of the other Champions (though others would declare that his pretty face wouldn't save him from their wrath for the intense amount of things he needed for their rings and well, nearly killing them and even having to revive a good few with goblin jumper cables).

The point was that Khadgar was blissfully ignorant of how he looked, it hadn't been something he truly cared about in years. Not since he accepted that reciprocated love was not in his cards, at least. Though, now sitting naked next to the dark haired man that had captured his mind so thoroughly, he was more than a bit aware of that he looked more than his 47 years of age. After all, his age had caught up with the curse, buy he was suddenly aware of everything that was.... off. It was like a wound that seemed to inflame itself at the least appropriate moments ever. Usually in moments like these.

Did he blame Medivh for the curse? For making him grow old faster than anyone should have? No, never. The ex-Guardian had not been in control of his actions and if anything, he blamed the demon Sargeras for his current state of being. His hair shouldn't be white, barely hitting the stage of it coloring grey at his temples. But yet, here he was and Khadgar couldn't help but remember how he blew up on Alleria when he had been only twenty-two. He didn't get a choice, he remembered telling her and reminding her that he cared because while he may not have had one, the Elf did.

Khadgar shifted in his spot, turning to glance at the dark haired Magus and let his hardened expression lighten only slightly. Medivh had always been attractive, both in his sharp mind and body. He wasn't envious in the least, though, he couldn't find it in himself to be. Especially not after seeing how beautiful he was coming undone from an orgasm. Even now, as he lounged next to him and attempted to remain nonchalant in face of the fact that Khadgar knew he lost some control after the younger mage has said please. Oh yes, he would latch onto that for a while and perhaps plot -- maybe go through with the urge he had earlier to attempt to take Medivh in his mouth.

"Are we going to be sharing the couch?" Khadgar finally asked, mouth twisting into another deviously charming grin as his eyes twinkled mischievously in the fire light.

Hrm...point taken. Still. Medivh hadn't been sexually active at all for most of his life and he definitely hadn't had any action in decades. So he supposed they were on even ground. He decided not to argue or tease and figured Khadgar was allowed this little victory. Besides, it would give him the perfect excuse to eventually get some payback. But...the other question was...what had just happened between them? Was this a one time thing - just to relieve the pressure of such a potent reunion or was it something else? It was still so overwhelming for the Magus, even he wasn't sure. But even he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed what they had experienced.

Smirking slightly at Khadgar's grin - the Magus settled back on the cushion's with a sigh. Their activities had left him quite tired, and he knew that once he closed his eyes it wouldn't take long for him to find some rest. All he could do was hope that it wouldn't be marred by horrible visions. He honestly marveled that he wasn't uncomfortable or feeling awkward at the fact he was sitting naked with his ex-Apprentice. He chalked it up to the years they had between them and that bond of trust. He was also within the walls of Karazhan - his sanctum. Here, he was constantly surrounded by the thrum of magic both within and without as the leylines hummed like an eternal song. Some people might be creeped out by the place, but not the Magus. This was his home, and always would be. Even in its current condition.

His eyes shut, and though he was drowsy, he found himself watching Khadgar through long dark lashes. The other mage was clearly preoccupied with his thoughts. The Magus let him be with them for now as he allowed his body to relax - hovering in that place between sleep and awake as the magical thrumming 'song' of his home lulled him. There was a long pause, where he wasn't sure how much time had passed - but when he again looked through his lashes, he saw Khadgar sitting poised in the same spot. Thinking deeply. Medivh was about to call him out on it when the Archmage turned his head to look at him. He kept his eyes mostly shut, but he didn't miss the softened expression. He looked quite comfortable, stretched out on his back with one of his legs dangling over the side of the couch. He was propped up on the cushioned and high arm of the lounge, and his dark hair pooled behind his head.

"Hmm?" He asked, eyes opening at the question. He let out a scoff. "Well you definitely are not going to be sleeping on the floor." He said with a wave a hand. "Get comfortable and get some rest. There's plenty of room." He stretched with another content sigh. "It's been a while since I've been this relaxed. I may even nap for another 20 years ehh...heheheh." He couldn't help but joke - which was chased by a surprisingly youthful laugh - not quite a giggle or a chortle, but amusing nonetheless. He finished with another 'haaah' of a sigh, teeth flashing with a quick grin in the dim light.

Edited 2016-10-04 07:46 (UTC)

When he had that yes, he was expected to share the couch confirmed for him and then had his hackles raised by such a joke about Medivh's 'naps'... Well, the Archmage's expression slightly hardened once more.

He hadn't even liked the one that only took up three weeks that long time ago ago, let alone the prospect of having feed Medivh broth so he wouldn't waste away for twenty more years. Moroes wasn't even around to do it, so it absolutely would fall upon him. At least he began to learn why it rankled him badly, he had just gotten Medivh back at the most crucial time.... another 20 year nap would would mean Khadgar would not be able to give his all to Azeroth without worrying over the dark haired man.

Perhaps his displeasure with the joke is what put him into motion, as he hefted himself up on to his knees and had them firmly planted as he turned towards Medivh. He looked much like a hawk himself in those few moments, blue eyes focused intensely on the Magus as if he was coiled and ready to strike. But oh, his attack was simply just pushing himself to knee-walk on the couch closer to the ex-Guardian and well.... as he 'stood' before him, staring down at Medivh, considering something. He hoped Medivh didn't see it coming, truly it would be the perfect revenge while also being somewhat affectionate in it's own way.

Khadgar smirked out of no where, then promptly fell forwards to drop all of his weight upon Medivh. Yes, he hurt his head by miscalculating slightly, but it had him laughing as he became dead weight that was not moving off of him without being bodily shoved.

“This counts as comfortable, surprisingly so.”

Medivh saw the facial expression change and he snorted. "Khadgar I was joking..." He huffed, rolling his eyes before closing them and settling. "The only time I slept that long, as you know, was when Sargeras shut me down." He uttered in a quiet hard tone. "Besides, it's been a while since I slept overly long. Well...there was that time I slept for 48 hours because of well...hm...I won't get into that..." He mumbled tiredly, not sure if speaking of the timeways or even the Nexus was wise.

He felt movement as Khadgar shifted position on the couch, knowing the other mage was drawing next to him. There was a pause and the Magus cracked an eye open. "Khadgar wha-UUMPH!" His breath left him in a woosh as the Archmage promptly flopped on him deadweight - effectively knocking the air out of him. The Magus coughed and wheezed for a few moments, not sure whether to be amused or exasperated. He was perhaps a little bit of both.

Shoving Khadgar bodily to get him off, Medivh shot him a glare as he perched on his hands and knees over him. "Was that necessary?" He wheezed.

Khadgar had not calculated that Medivh would have actually shoved him off and had not prepared completely for it. His head smacked the ground and he saw spots flying in his vision for a few seconds as he gave a pained groan. It rumbled his chest, but the former apprentice was smiling like he had won something.

Had punishing Medivh with a full out drop of his complete weight been needed? No, of course not. He was still sure it expressed his disapproval of those jokes however and by the way Medivh hovered over him, green eyes both fond and exasperated, he at least found it a bit funny.

Blue eyes glittering the in fire light shone with a mischievous tint to them and Khadgar's mouth pulled back into a bright, toothy grin and he laughed for a few seconds. He tapered it off into just a brief giggle and debated how to answer the question.

"You to me to get comfortable." That's what he settled on telling his former master and closed his eyes to debate on how to dodge the real reason he had decided to press Medivh into the couch with his weight. "I was only doing what you suggested I had been very comfortable." For the whole two seconds he had been on top of him.

Impish little shit...

Medivh uttered an 'augh' of a sigh at Khadgar's words - though his initial irritation and perhaps concern, had faded at the grin and laughter of his ex-apprentice. "Hrm....there are more effective ways to get comfortable..." He grumbled, holding down his hand over the side of the couch in order to assist Khadgar in getting back up onto it. "We're going to be bruised and battered enough, don't you think?"

He knew that they'd have to lay close on the couch, not that it bothered him any. But still, knocking the wind out of your old master was not the way to get comfortable in his opinion.

It was, however, a better choice in showing his disapproval over something. Oh, he was unrepentant in his actions and absolutely would not apologize. Even if his head was spinning as he allowed Medivh to help him back up onto the couch. The Archmage had to close his eyes briefly as he hovered over top of the Magus and willed his body to try and stop the vertigo before it got too bad.

"There will always be the better way, the wrong way and the fun way," Khadgar murmured, slowly moving to settle himself on top of Medivh with clearly no intention of repeating what had him on the floor. "That was the fun way," he clarified in case the ex-Guardian hadn't caught on right away, though he sorely thought that was not the case.

The white haired mage carefully rested his head against Medivh's shoulder as he picked his brain for a response to the last statement. "I should venture to get you to check my back when we wake up."

It stung a little, not as much as the back of his head did and... well, yes he was a bit chafed from how hard both mage's had been grinding up against each other. He was sure there would have been less painful methods for them to pursue their pleasure, but much as he had said... there was the better way, wrong way and the fun way. Khadgar was inclined to believe that was definitely the fun way.

He knew belatedly that he didn't have to be on top of Medivh, that if they both were on their sides there would be enough room... yet, the Archmage was more than comfortable being little more than a white haired blanket for the larger male below him. He would move if asked, but unless he was asked... well, he'd assume it was fine to do what he was.

Medivh lay back on the cushions, resting his head on the arm of the couch after he helped Khadgar get back up onto the couch. He was about to close his eyes again, when the Archmage slowly crawled onto him again. The Magus blinked, watching him, but not making any moves to dislodge him. At least he wasn't dropping on him like before. He had expected Khadgar to simply lay next to him. They'd still be close enough to touch. He wasn't quite certain as to why the other man wanted to lay on him like this. Medivh wasn't used to sharing a resting spot let alone someone using him as a pillow.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Just different.

"Hrm...a better, wrong and fun way hm?" Medivh murmured, quirking a brow at the other man. He couldn't help but crack a brief grin and a softly chuckled "Heh..." at the mention of Khadgar's back. Consider it revenge for his abused throat. He too was probably colorful in several places - and oh, boy he was going to be sore in the morning. The Magus stilled and sighed softly when the Archmage settled and rested his head on his shoulder. Now that they were situated, it really wasn't all that bad. After a few moments, he tentatively raised an arm to rest around Khadgar's shoulders - gingerly touching the back of his snow white head.

"You had quite a smack. Are you all right?" He murmured after a moment, turning his head into the one on his shoulder. His breath brushed against the silver strands at his cheek and his beard brushed lightly on Khadgar's forehead. Warm and alive, the Magus's breath and heart thrummed rhythmically beneath the Archmage.

As it appeared that Khadgar would be allowed to stay on top of Medivh, the younger mage let out a soft humming breath. There had been a hidden reason for Khadgar settling on top of ex-Guardian beyond the simple wanting to remain close. Oh, this way Khadgar was sure that the other couldn't simply disappear during the night. He wouldn't admit that the fear of waking up to Medivh no longer being there suddenly nagged at the corners of his mind, but nor admitting it didn't mean it wasn't there on the edges of his consciousness.

As the Magus rested his arm along the line of his shoulders and palmed through the short white locks of hair at the back of Khadgar's head, the male had to resist just closing his eyes and falling asleep instead of answering. He did need to answer Medivh, there was no way that falling asleep after hitting his head hard upon the stone flooring wouldn't alarm anyone with even a minor knowing of how the brain worked.

"I have had worse," Khadgar murmured, long white lashes fluttering against the scar slashed white across the other's neck. "I'll be sure to see a healer if there is more than a goose-egg tomorrow."

By the Light, he still didn't even know if it was dark outside. He felt a prickle of anxiety crawl up his spine at the thought of no one being able to reach him. What if's filled his mind and Khadgar's once lax posture stiffened as he realized how careless he was being. Selfishness had no place in the war waging outside and he should be continuing his search for answers is year of lounging on top of his mentor.

The Legion could have taken Dalaran and he would have no idea of it. What a time for him to have decided to indulge himself. The Archmage fought with himself to return to his previously lax state as he knew he would know - they would have found a way to let him know if something had happened. He was useless to them if he was simply running on nothing and he could at least admit he was beyond exhausted.

A slow, hissing inhale later and Khadgar shut his blue eyes. He wriggled slightly then opened the blue eyes only a smidgen.

"What was it like outside when you came? I... I do not quite remember how long I have been cooped up in the Library..."

At the assurance that Khadgar would find a healer if his head didn't improve, Medivh uttered a soft 'hrmm' of agreement. He'd take him there himself if he was going to be stubborn about it. Though at that thought he had to mentally snort. He too was as stubborn as anything with that sort of thing.

The Magus sighed, attempting to settle. Though with Khadgar on top of him like this it was somewhat distracting. He really wasn't used to having someone sharing a sleeping space with him. Every movement Khadgar made, Medivh noticed. Even the subtle ones. He could feel the tension in the other mage's body, and marveled that he could still be tense after the rather...vigorous work out from before. He inwardly smiled at the memory, though he had to be careful lest he wake up....things...again. It was bad enough with an Archmage sprawled on top of him.

Khadgar's question broke him from his musings, and he uttered a soft "Eh? Hm....the sun hadn't been set for very long. The moons had risen." He said finally after some thought. "Why....when did you arrive?" They were too close to really look at each other, so the Magus simply asked: "What is wrong Khadgar?"

He could chose to lie to the Magus, oh he knew that was an option, though even after all this time it felt wrong to do so. The knowledge that he had been in the Library from before day break to the sun setting rankled something in him that was both worry and relief. Because, yes, he was glad he hadn't spent more than a day in the tower and had simply gotten lost with trying to find the answer he had been trying to find in vain.

It really wasn't a wonder why he was both wired and exhausted, nearly two straight days without sleep and body used to pushing himself a little further on while he logically needed to sleep.

"Not as long as I feared, but perhaps still too long," Khadgar murmured, eyes shutting and he tried to put his fear into words, "I realized that there would be no way of contacting me within time should something have happened to Dalaran. My mind is extrapolating how that could be put into practice. I hadn't meant to be here for more than a few hours..."

Khadgar sighed and squirmed more for a few seconds before settling down to breathe. Things would be fine, the heroes would not let Dalaran or any part of Azeroth. Things were in good hands and even without him there, they would endure under the heroes watchful eyes. The other members of the Council of Six were there as well and they would also not sit idly by and let any place fall to the Legion if they could help it.

"I am learning that no matter how many people are protecting Azeroth... that I worry that by me not doing anything for even a few hours is reason for things to fall to pieces."

Medivh was silent as Khadgar spoke, and was still silent for a while after he had finished - gathering his words to say and just...processing everything. If anything, Khadgar's words caused a wry chuckle to sound softly in his throat. He sighed a little, grasping his ex-Apprentice's shoulder.

"You really have taken after me, haven't you?" He murmured with a small quirk of a smile, though it was tainted with sadness. He of all people understood where the Archmage was coming from. "Khadgar. Look at me." He said quietly - and wouldn't continue until the man did so. His green eyes were piercing and intense, as well as filled with the grave seriousness of what he was to say. He had to pointedly ignore for the moment that they were both sprawled on each other and naked. His demeanor was as if he was in full regalia instead of his own skin.

"You are a powerful Archmage - and it wouldn't surprise me if you were one of the high ranked mages of the Kirin Tor." A flash of pride sparked in his eyes for a moment, before he continued. "I also know that it wouldn't be like you to just disappear without word of your whereabouts. Especially in dire days such as these. If anyone needed to contact you, they would know to come here. The library in my tower is an extensive resource, that not even the libraries of the Kirin Tor can match. Where else would you go to seek out information? I myself, am forever connected to this tower. Even when away, I could still feel it. The old wards are still strong. If anyone were to arrive here, I would know about it. So you have no need for concern."

As for the rest....

Well, Medivh mulled over his words for a moment with a frown before continuing.

"If it was one thing that Sargeras and I agreed on - it was that the time of the Guardians was over and that the cycle had to be broken. No one person should be responsible for the safety of an entire world. It is the heroes and the ordinary folk that rise and work together...that must protect Azeroth. You my young Trust, are not the Guardian. In the same vein, neither am I. Not anymore, despite what I continue to carry from my Mother. Though stuck in our ways we tend to try to be..." He said with a wry expression. "You always say that I need to trust you. That others need to trust you. But remember that you need to trust others. Trust in your allies and the heroes that you guide. I think they are more than capable of keeping the place from falling apart while you research and get much needed rest and care. Neglecting yourself of any of these will not be good for you in the long run or for your allies or in the fight against the Legion." He reached up and poked at Khadgar's forehead with a finger to punctuate his point.

The then thumped his head back on the armrest of the couch with a heavy sigh. "I am still trying to absorb this lesson myself..." He mumbled.

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As he was urged to look at the elder mage, Khadgar slowly lifted himself onto his hands and held himself up enough that he could look him in his green eyes. Khadgar looked a little guilty when Medivh told him that he drew more from him that previously thought, knowing it was true and not on purpose. He just wanted to always be there supporting the heroes, running at an hundred percent when they needed him. Of course, his body had issues with that and really, he was only human.

The moment Khadgar locked eyes with Medivh, it was like they weren't naked and the Archmage wasn't looming over him to match their gazes. Medivh was always so intense and the world began to fall away from them while his heart thumped erratically beneath his breast for a completely different reason.

It was like looking at the sun for too long and there was just too much to handle, so he dropped his gaze down to the mage's neck. The white slashed mark across the mage's neck instead held his attention while he listened and almost shamefully kept himself still.

"I lead the Council of Six now," Khadgar softly murmured, feeling that was the only thing he could truly comment on for that moment. White strands dusted against his forehead, hiding his furrowed brows and knew that Medivh was right. He had told others that he would be gone to Karazhan to look for his answers and really, to make sure the Legion had not tainted the tower any more than they had.

The brief lull between the Magus reminding him that he would know if someone had come for Khadgar and beginning his commentary about agreeing with Sargeras over something... well, the Archmage's blue eyes widened with brief shock and snapped to focus on the elder mage's animated green ones before it melted as he truly listened and realized what the comment was about.

Once again, he lowered his gaze and took in the words his mentor was offering, reminding him of. He was not the Guardian of Azeroth, no one person held the true power needed to protect it and it was the whole population of their word that held it in equal measures. Oh, he knew it so well and preached it to himself whenever he was weak enough to wish for the power of a Guardian to show the enemies of Azeroth what he, the apprentice to the last one, could bring down on them. That weakness always reminded him why there could never be another Guardian like Medivh and why he fought so hard to aid the Champions as much as he could.

Khadgar scoffed when Medivh told him that while he told everyone to trust him, he lacked the ability to trust others. It was not that simple and he scrabble for the words to tell his teacher just that. They weren't coming as fast as he'd have liked them too and it caused him to listen to the rest of the dark haired mage's words.

"Logic is sometimes overridden by fear," Khadgar said simply instead, blinking as Medivh poked him knowingly in the center of hs forehead, "it is not that I do not trust them, it is that I worry if something were to happen and there was a way for me to prevent it..." Thick white brows furrowed and Khadgar found himself snorting at how everything sounded from his mouth. "There will always be time to rest after the Legion is repelled and this is one of the few ways I can help the Champions move forward. Logic doesn't always win out when it should."

Lowering himself down to rest flat aginst Medivh once more, Khadgar hid his bright blue eyes behind his eyelids and took in a slow deep breath.

"I am not the Guardian, you are very correct in that assumption, I have no want to be one either. I simply want to push the ones who are fully capable of defeating any trial that is thrown towards Azeroth, forward."

His words sounded strange to him, though he repeated them to himself repeatedly over the years passed. It was different because he was saying them to the one person who could intimately understand his point of view.

Oh, he was so glad that the Magus had come from where he came and agreed to return to Dalaran with him, if only because he knew that without someone he listened to or argue with... he would work himself sick. Not to death, because he doubted Modera would let him get that far and he, himself, was not ready to die just yet.

The soothing tenor echoes of Medivh's words bounced through his head, reminding him that he was not being selfish in taking some time to himself. He breathed in once more and found himself swamped in the scent of the body below him, allowing it to calm him more.

Khadgar was realizing only then how much of his heart belonged to the elder man for all the years passed. He had heard stories of longing and truly, Turalyon and Alleria were always one of his first go-to for thinking of how lucky overs were. There was no place for him to tell Medivh and previously he had no real chance too. Yet... here the Magus was and all those repressed feelings began to emerge.

He was truly in trouble if he could not get himself under control. He could not afford anything distracting him from his venture to help the heroes and Medivh was the epitome of just that. Khadgar had no doubt that he would be facing many days of forgetting where he was to watch Medivh tinker with something. Or nights filled with the thoughts of how well their bodies had seemed to slot together as they chased their pleasure.

That was a horrible thing to think on, he realized interrupting his own thoughts as his body attempted to show its approval with the idea of nights where he could get lost imagining other things he could do with the ex-Guardian.

A low, exasperated groan left Khadgar and he shifted himself only slightly so he could thump his head against a bone to knock himself out of it.

"I am not used to contact," Khadgar murmured while his ears pinkened in embarrassment, "I must apologize."

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"You lead the Six?" Medivh uttered, eyebrows raising - though the delighted pride was obvious in his eyes. "Heh....I knew it." He said in pleased tones. His Apprentice wouldn't do less. He had chosen well and would never, ever regret the decision to accept Khadgar into his life.

It was almost amusing how obvious Khadgar wore his emotions when being spoken to. Every flicker of guilt and any other feeling that tended to bubble up. Medivh could even tell whenever words would come up to the Archmage's lips, and then be halted before they could emerge. The mind was always working behind those vivid blue eyes. It was endearing as well as occasionally exasperating. The surprise about Sargeras was understandable. Medivh rarely opened up about his time being possessed by the Lord of the Burning Legion - what he had gone through and personally experienced sharing a body with a being such as that. If Khadgar ever asked, he supposed he'd be able to express some of it, but probably not to anyone else.

Khadgar's words about fear overriding logic caused a nod of agreement. The Magus understood such things. But the rest...

He affectionately rolled his eyes with a wry grin. "Khadgar....Khadgar. You must remember that you are only human and cannot be available every waking moment for fear of 'preventing something'. You are not a Bronze dragon, nor are you omniscient and cannot predict or prevent, everything. If it is one thing I learned, is that it's impossible. That is why it is important to have allies and colleagues to be trustworthy eyes in your place while you are unavailable." He gave the shoulder in his hand a brief shake to emphasize his point. "I am not saying to dally off for a few decades - but everyone needs a brief respite. If you continue as you are, you will only succeed in making yourself horribly ill, mad, or cause every pretty little hair to fall out of your head. Whichever comes first." Perhaps all three or worse.

The silences between them were companionable and not awkward, despite the topic of conversation - and Medivh simply relaxed beneath the other Mage, eyes shut, though clearly still awake. He was partially not sure where to put his arms without them falling asleep or making things awkward so he simply rested them on the cushions beside him. Though one was bent at the elbow with his hand resting on Khadgar's side.

Khadgar's exasperated groan sounded, moments before the Magus figured out what it was all about. Amusement filled him once more, and it only continued to grow as Khadgar stated some excuse and an apology. This caused Medivh to finally burst out laughing, shaking with mirth underneath the Archmage. It appeared his own rebellious body was echoing involuntarily in response.

When his laughter calmed enough for him to speak, he grinned impishly at Khadgar - his expression youthful. One could easily imagine the youth he was, before everything went south and his life dramatically changed.

"Well, it appears my young trust - that I am in the same boat." He shrugged, nonchalantly, still grinning. This was honestly the most contact like this that he'd had in many many decades. And a chunk of that had been spent either dead or in a coma.

"The question is, old friend..." He said lightly, green eyes twinkling with humor. "Just what are we going to do about it?"

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"Fear overrides logic when it should not," Khadgar repeated, attempting to emphasize that he knew and understood what his mentor had been saying... but there would always be the fear of him being able to prevent a catastrophe. Hell, he blamed himself for not being able to do more and keep Varian alive. Logically he knew there was very little he could have done, but it did not ease the guilt eating at his stomach. He knew he could attempt to explain in depth what he meant to Medivh, but the words were not coming to him as they should.

"I know I should rest more, I hear it from every corner. I should worry less about the rest of the world and worry about myself. But there is no time for it and when there is, my mind likes to run wild with things that could be put off." Khadgar breathed in slowly, biting his bottom lip as he realized how much of what he was saying echoed what the Magus had said so long ago about his wonder on worrying over himself instead of everyone else. "As you just saw, I had been relaxing until I realized I was not aware of how long I've been in Karazhan's halls." He hoped that helped explain what he meant in depth.

After he apologized for his body reacting horribly, he was not expecting the belly-bursting laugh that erupted from Medivh. It only served to force the pink into a deeper shade and his eyes to squeeze shut tighter. Khadgar refused to open his eyes when his laughter came to a stop, knowing there was an impish grin upon the darker haired male's face. He had been about to suggest he move off of Medivh and then came the words. The teasing question that rumbled out into the air on tenor tones and it left the white haired Archmage giving a soft sound of defeat before heaving himself back up to perch over him.

Opening his blue eyes slowly, making sure they were somewhere other than his friends face and with a deceptively bashful twist to his lips as he licked his tongue over it.

Perhaps... oh yes, he knew what to suggest and just the thoight of it had the Archmage's cheeks bursting red. He was not a teenager, he screamed in his mind, no matter how repressed he may have been. But that thought... it could easily be rather amusing or it could fall flat on its face, as he had no experience with the act he was thinking of.

By the Light, he could almost hear how Medivh's voice might catch when Khadgar wrapped his mouth around him. Perhaps he'd try to grab his hair? Oh, his body was already screaming it's approval at most of that idea, especially if this was honestly the only chance he would get on it. Or in a less likely scenario a sleep deprived hallucination that Karazhan had decided to further along with what little it could help.

"I have an idea, actually," Khadgar finally commented, carefully getting off of Medivh completely and shifting to stand on the floor with a quick wince. (Cold, bleh.) He languidly trailed his gaze up Medivh's body, mouth set in a surprisingly modest smile and met the other's green ones steadily. "You'll need to sit up, however."

Oh, the Archmage was infinitely unsure with what he was suggesting and knew he wanted it at least. He had read enough about it to know the logistics... (he had been young and his body had needs) but there was no true way of saying whether it would be good or not. Too bad, really, that Khadgar already knew he'd go through with it as long as he was given the okay.

It was was the fun way, after all, and Khadgar couldn't help the bubbling hope that Medivh would be left gobsmacked and flustered for once instead of him.

Oh, there was still so much that Medivh wanted to say to Khadgar to set him straight. But considering where their conversation was going it would have to wait. Once they got some rest and got back to Dalaran. Or...any other moment where he could take the man aside. He was glad that he had returned for the moment. If only to prevent Khadgar from complete and total burnout. Or insanity. It was hard dealing with himself when driven insane. He didn't want to see something similar happen to his ex-Apprentice.

He huffed a quiet sigh, biting back his words and saving them for later. Khadgar would probably be able to tell that there was more he wanted to say, but it could wait. For now, he was somewhat distracted by the Archmage's movements. And didn't he realize how amusing it was to see him blush like that. It didn't look any less adorable than when it happened when he was 17.

The impish grin was still there as Khadgar pushed himself up enough to look at him - though his blue eyes drifted anywhere but his own twinkling green ones. "I dare say, I think you are going to set yourself on fire if you keep thinking like that..." Medivh couldn't help but tease, chuckling again. The man was turning scarlet. If it wasn't for the fact that Khadgar stated he had an idea, Medivh would have thought that his teasing might have gone too far as the other man crawled off of him and got up.

Medivh looked up at Khadgar, noting how the blue eyes roved over him. He didn't change his position out of modesty and simply lay there, looking up at the silver haired mage with a quirked eyebrow. It was a little strange to be viewed like this. Naked - with someone that was very important to him. Perhaps a small part of him enjoyed it. Being watched by him. He studied Khadgar in the light of the fire crackling in the brazier. He was much paler than he, but still handsome in his eyes. It was just the first time that the Magus had ever seen him in a light quite like this. Ah, Khadgar must want to straddle his lap, judging by his words. At least - it was the most logical assumption and it would be more comfortable than the wall.

Medivh pushed himself up to sit up, shifting to sit properly on the lounge with his back against the back cushions. Still curious as to what Khadgar was going to do, he held his hands out, expecting the other man to either sit next to him or sit straddling his lap facing him. His body wasn't as perked up as Khadgar's - but the thoughts of what had happened previously and the thoughts of what could happen now, definitely helped with remedying that issue.

Watching Medivh sit up had Khadgar nearly throwing his plan to the wind to crawl into the elder man's lap and steal as many kisses as he could before the seeming spell wore off. Instead, the white haired male found himself moving to stand in front of Medivh's legs and slowly began to fold himself to kneel on the ground.

He felt as if he could ignite from how hot his cheeks were, but he knew he couldn't be too distracted with it so he gently nudged thr other's legs apart and settled himself between them. Reaching up briefly, Khadgar inched his hand to cup the side of the Magus's face and bring himself in for a brief, sedating press of his suddenly dry lips.

This was happening and the Archmage couldn't help but smile a little more before removing his lips from Medivh's and allowing his hand to roll down the other's chest, careful not to catch in the light dusting of dark hair across the man's pectorals. Slowly he trailed it down his stomach, deciding where it would rest as the blue eyed male gathered his nerves and simply went for it.

First he used his free hand to wrap around the base, holding it still while he stared at the growing shaft. Of course, it was harder to go through with it when he had the bloody thing in his hand, but Khadgar knew he'd prevail. He bowed his head enough and angled the growing erection towards his mouth just enough so he could let the tip of his tongue slide out ad graze along the crown slowly.

Khadgar's eyes snapped to the dark haired man's face to check for any signs of what he was doing was unapproved of, then decided to hell with it and lapped more firmly.

A mage never hesitated in his pursuits, after all.

Medivh's brows furrowed slightly in mild confusion when Khadgar moved to kneel in front of him. Just what was he on about? He leaned forward slightly when Khadgar nudged between his legs to settle there, though the hand behind his neck silenced any question. He returned the kiss with the same gentleness that Khadgar showed, even going so far as to brush against his lips with his tongue slightly in a teasing, surprisingly sensual gesture. Yes...he definitely like the kissing thing.

He was perhaps a little...disappointed when Khadgar broke away, though he blinked at the feel of his hand drifting along his chest and stomach and steadily moving downward. There was something about that touch which made his heart quicken, and all he could do was stare intently as his ex-Apprentice settled at groin level. Should he lean forward more to chase him for another kiss? Or lean back and wait and see what he does?

The Magus stilled with a caught breath as Khadgar reached for his steadily firming erection and held it in a hand. Well....this was new. No one had ever done that before. It....actually felt rather good to have someone else doing this...and the older Mage would have been quite happy if Khadgar had of used his hand to bring him to orgasm. However he wasn't expecting him to lean in and...

Medivh actually jolted with a startled grunt as if he had been shocked - sitting bolt upright on the couch. If it wasn't for Khadgar's hand - he probably would straightened further. He had never felt anything quite like this in his life and his eyes were probably as big as dinner plates. He saw the blue eyes dart up to look at him - and he stared back, mouth hanging open as if he had been stunned with some sort of spell. No....there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with this - but it was unexpected and something new and different. He new that this particular piece of anatomy was sensitive - but he just didn't realize how much. He never would have thought that someone would lick it either...and that it would feel like this.

Medivh was actually speechless, and during that time, Khadgar leaned in for another try. The man simply sagged back against the cushions, chest heaving and thighs quivering as a heat all ready started to build within him. Blast it all, he was going to happily think of retaliation later once his mind started working properly again. At least he wasn't going to allow his eyes to flicker this time!

Pride bubbled in Khadgar's chest as Medivh straightened like he was shocked still the first time and them sagged like a puppet that had its strings cut the second with the second lash of his tongue. The tremulous thighs were not lost on the mage and he took it as a sign that he was doing something right in this new situation. Oh yes, the way the Magus’s jaw was hanging there, his eyes wider than Khadgar had ever thought possible... Oh his confidence was definitely coming much more fast.

He traced the tongue against the glands, sliding towards the slit in the tip and smirked inwardly. Carefully, the Archmage lifted a brow as his eyes refocused upon Medivh’s face and allowed himself to take a few seconds reprieve to figure out exactly how he would continue launching his attack. Once he was settled, he began bathing the whole shaft in the nearly kittenish licks, taking the opportunity to finally introduce gentle sucks interspersed over the skin.

It was not an unpleasant taste, though he was sure the saltier tang on his tongue was from their previous activities and that made Khadgar breathe out a groan mid-suck at the thought that he was tasting the remnants from what he caused. He nearly couldn’t believe that he was even getting to do this, let alone know what the skin of the Magus’s cock tasted like. His brows screwed up and he stifled another moan that wanted to escape by inhaling hard and pulling back to properly look into the Magus’s green eyes, perhaps just waiting for some sort of confirmation that the elder mage was undoubtedly going to never forget the feeling of Khadgar’s tongue on his dick.

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