Chapter 1 - Reunion

Calaan stirred and opened his eyes to see Sikari the Mistweaver looking down at him.
“I’m…alive?” He rasped.
“Yes, the Slayer brought you in last night. You were in tatters. He didn’t say much, he seems to be an elf of few words, but he indicated you were in a bad way when he found you. He brought you in dressed in his Illidari tabard. When the masters caught up with him he was covered in demon blood and guarding your still form.” Sikari told him, sternly.
“Where is the Slayer, I must thank him…I think. Perhaps I’ve something to live for if I was rescued.” Calaan sat up slowly.
“I will send him in, he has been hanging around brooding.” She rose and left. A couple minutes later the Slayer entered, alone.
“Calaan. I’m sorry.” That voice, it couldn’t be? Twisted by the demonic blood, the voice was deeper and darker than he recalled, but was it really his Draesh?!
“Draesh? Is it really you?”
“It is. I’m one of the Illidari. I’ve missed you, though you won’t want me back.” Draesh set the winglike Aldrachi Warblades to the side and laid down beside Calaan.
The grandmaster’s fingers explored Draesh’s reddish skin, the scarring around the felflame sockets that once held pale blue green eyes, and both shivered. Draesh placed a chaste kiss upon Calaan’s lips and the next thing they knew, the passion was building and Calaan was kissing in earnest, forcing Draesh to part his lips and kiss with tongues warring.
Draesh pulled his mate up to lay on his chest and wrapped the blankets around them, knowing Calaan’s injuries were enough still that he shouldn’t be going too far. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy this kissing and bonding. They paused their kissing for Draesh to husk sultry things into Calaan’s ears, the darker tones to his voice sending shivers up and down the small monk’s spine.
“You are still beautiful, in every way.” Draesh said as he cradled his mate, enjoying his downtime; his Illidari did not need to know their Slayer was taking well-earned time to himself, though he doubted they’d care much.
“How can you tell without eyes?”
“My fingers touching your face and body tell me plainly enough. I may not see as you do but your scent is what drew me to you. It’s how I found you. When they told me their Grandmaster’s name, I set out on the hunt and sent my Illidari in other directions, to carve a path to you. I had to protect you. Mmm.”  He purred as their lips brushed together.
Draesh’s fingertips were tracing the definition of Calaan’s biceps and the couple continued the kissing. They stole away together a few days later, camping near Suramar’s border, Draesh spending time to remember every inch of his mate’s body.
The Slayer snapped alert as they lay together. His ears twitched and Calaan smirked.
“She’s been watching from the rock behind you the whole time, Draesh. Friend of yours?”
“Damnit, Tali!!! Creepy little shadow you are!” He heard the giggle and sighed.
Calaan grunted as he tried to shove Draesh off himself. “Tali, is it?”
“Yes. Draeshhhh you were K-I-S-S-I-N-G hiiiim!”
“I was doing a lot more than that, I was fucking him. This is my better half. How the fuck did you even find me?” he growled, clearly feigning annoyance.
She went to climb off the rock and fel rushed by mistake, narrowly stopping short of the tree near them. The string of assumed expletives came out in Demonic, but they sounded quite irate.
“Fel Rush is pretty much the worst ability we ever created with demon powers…” Draesh said, still refusing to budge.
Calaan tugged a blanket over them and their combined bedrolls and let Draesh hold him firmly. Tali was busy setting her bedroll and pack out.
“I found you because the fat panda girl said you went this way.” Tali came over and tugged Draesh’s ponytail a few times as if saying hello.
“She probably saw us leave, Ban-Lu has been sunning himself for a fair bit on that rock in the river. Draesh…” Calaan shifted against the Demon Hunter.
“Leave my ponytail out of this, Tali!” Draesh batted her hand away.
[font="Times]The trio settled into cooking fish that Tail had brought and making camp for the night. Draesh fell asleep once Calaan was but woke up in the cool hours of the morning feeling not so cool and an extra weight on his torso. He realized Tali had brought her bedroll over for warmth and snuggles, and with a sigh, he tightened his grip around both and let himself drift back off.[/font]