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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      World_of_Warcraft, Warcraft_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      One-Sided_Anduin_Wrynn/Lor'themar_Theron, Anduin_Wrynn/Lor'themar_Theron
  Character:
      Anduin_Wrynn, Lor'themar_Theron
  Additional Tags:
      Pining, Sex_Dreams, wet_dreams, Unrealistic_Fantasies, Exoticism,
      Objectification, Warcraft_Kinkmeme
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-03 Words: 1099
****** First Blush ******
by Nighthaunting
Summary
     Anduin meets Lor’themar Theron, this begins a fascination he can’t
     help and doesn’t really want to.
     For this prompt on the Warcraft Kinkmeme: Anduin finds himself with a
     crush on Lor'themar after meeting him. Wet dreams and unrealistic
     fantasies ahoy! (cataclysm/pre mop timeline, so Anduin's a teen. No
     ten years olds please.)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Anduin has been in Dalaran for a week, visiting Jaina and enjoying a break from
his studies. His father had been reluctant to allow his visit, of course, but
Anduin had assured him that he would stay near Jaina and away from the
Sunreavers. He felt a bit guilty about having used slightly underhanded tactics
to secure his father’s approval—really he was seventeen now, and puppy eyes
were a bit harder to pull off than when he was twelve—but he had wanted to
visit.
All of those thoughts left Anduin when he first saw him though.
<3
The Kirin Tor were throwing a party to commemorate the anniversary of the fall
of the Lich King. It was a happy but solemn event, so many lives lost and
destroyed in Arthas’ mad drive. It was also a very well attended event, with
people coming from all over to honor the fallen and celebrate their freedom.
Anduin was content stay at the edge of the festivities and watch people
celebrate, but he saw Prophet Velen beckon to him.
"Prophet Velen, hello." he greeted, glad to see the draenei.
"Anduin, I’ve told you to call me Velen," he was greeted in return, before the
priest turned to his companion, a Sin’dorei woman, “I have someone I’d like you
to meet, Anduin, this is Lady Liadrin, leader of the Blood Knights and
commander of the Shattered Sun Offensive."
"Lady Liadrin," Anduin repeated, surprised for a moment, “I’ve heard a great
deal about you." The moment the words left his mouth Anduin realized their
awkwardness, but Liadrin merely laughed.
"I’m sure you have Prince Anduin," she replied, “and it is nice to meet you as
well."
Anduin’s face flushed, but he accepted her offered handshake with grace, glad
that she had forgiven his indelicate statement.
After their tenuous start he and Liadrin chatted for a while more, Anduin
hadn’t realized Velen had drifted away from their conversation until the space
he had been standing in was filled by another.
Anduin glanced over, startled that he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching, and
was stunned. Liadrin turned to him with a smile and said, “Prince Anduin, may I
present Lord Lor’themar Theron, Regent of Quel’Thalas."
"I…Lord Theron, it’s an honor," Anduin managed to greet the elf, but was hardly
aware of what he’d said. He had heard that the Regent Lord was attractive, but
he hadn’t quite understood what was meant by that until now. Lord Theron was
effervescent, to Anduin his presence was comforting and solid, touched with
warmth and light.
"Prince Anduin, I am glad to meet you as well," Lord Theron greeted him,
inclining his head slightly, “if I might interrupt your monopoly of Lady
Liadrin?" the combination of the Regent Lord’s small smile and the thread of
humor in his voice made Anduin blush again. He excused himself quickly, and
settled himself away from the crowd near one of the open windows, hoping that
the fresh air would help him. Yet, throughout the rest of the party his eyes
kept finding Lord Theron in the crowd.
<3
He didn’t know where he was but it was warm there, the first blush of spring in
a forest. He looked around in wonder at the trees, but a long, graceful hand
covered his eyes and he was pulled gently back to rest against the taller form
behind him. A mouth brushed against his ear before whispering, “Prince Anduin."
He woke gasping, his memory of the Regent Lord’s voice ringing in his ears.
<3
Returning to Stormwind was a blessing and a curse, on one hand Anduin was glad
to be home, but on the other he would have to endure his father’s interrogation
about how his trip had been. He didn’t think he could stand to tell his father
about meeting Lord Theron, much less the very disturbing dream he’d had.
It was easy to find where the SI:7 kept their files on the Sin’dorei, and if he
hadn’t been so consumed with curiosity, Anduin might have felt a tad guilty for
abusing his privileges like this. But he simply had to know everything he could
about the Regent Lord.
Skimming through the file that had been collected, Anduin couldn’t help but
feel an even greater respect for him, and was saddened that such a stalwart and
honorable person had left the Alliance.
<3
He was somewhere warm, the air smelled of spice and perfume, and dimly lit
lamps cast flickering light on the sheer draperies hanging from the ceilings.
Sitting up he found himself on a plush bed, the feel of the silken sheet on his
skin alerting him to the fact that he was naked. The bed shifted, and there
beside him was Lor’themar Theron; the elf was nude as well, his modesty barely
preserved by the same red silk sheet that Anduin was clinging to, his long ice-
pale hair was unbound and falling in waves around him, the light reflecting off
of earrings he had only dimly noticed the Regent wearing when they had met.
Anduin froze, totally arrested by the sight before him, and the Regent gave him
that same small amused smile he had when they had met, before he ran a hand
gently across one of Anduin’s cheeks, the deep red of the lacquer on his claw-
like nails making the prince think of fresh-shed blood. Had Lord Theron been
wearing nail lacquer when they had met? Anduin hazily recalled that he had
been, and that he had noticed all of the Sin’dorei he had met seemed to have
been wearing lacquer of some shade or another. 
The elf turned Anduin’s head so their noses nearly brushed, then leaned in and
carefully kissed him, slowly coaxing Anduin into returning the kiss. It was
what Anduin had imagined being kissed was like, and the Regent’s mouth tasted
like sweet fruit and the whiskey he had once been allowed to try on a special
occasion. Anduin shuddered as he felt the Regent slowly trail his hand down his
chest and stomach. He hadn’t even realized he was hard until the Regent grasped
Anduin’s length, the calluses on his hand rough against the sensitive skin.
Their kiss swallowed up Anduin’s moans as the Regent moved his hand just so and
the Prince came writhing.
He woke with a start, again gasping for breath, flushing in embarrassment as he
realized his sticky nightclothes. He hoped he didn’t see Lord Theron again for
a long while, because Anduin didn’t think he could face him without being
absolutely mortified any time soon.
End Notes
     oh gosh, poor Anduin, it’s called puberty honey it happens to us all
     If anyone is wondering why Lor’themar is continually referred to in
     strangely abstract or formal terms it’s because this is Anduin’s POV.
     And my Sin'dorei Cultural Headcanons are very complicated and
     inspired by several lovely people.
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