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"Kissin' Bruddas"

The afternoon sun was a familiar burn on the back of Zek'al's neck as he rode his raptor through the canyon and past the Razor Hill village. Nodding a few familiar hellos to people as he went, he recognized about half of the town's denizens though he hadn't been there in close to ten years now. The raptor under him ducked and weaved, somewhat unpredictably as they rode, the familiarity of its home territory now getting the better of his instincts.

It was good to be home again, the return to Orgrimmar paled in comparison to the smells of the arid land that reminded him of his childhood. He clicked his tongue to the raptor and steadied it as it bolted along at a high speed towards the Echo Isles and its own home.

The people of Sen'jin village were already waving as the monk approached, he smiled cheerfully and waved back as he brought his raptor up to the corral and dismounted it. The small village hadn't changed much, in fact it seemed a bit more abandoned now that the isles were opened up to their homes again, and a great deal of adventurers had gone off into the world on their own, it was certainly good to be home again. He sighed and ran a forearm along his brow as he adjusted the vest on his chest and stepped into the small inn at the border. Even the sound of that rickety wood under his feet, and the noise of drum beats that many trolls were dancing to was a welcome sight for him.

"Ah Zeke, how ya doin'?" The troll turned to see a troll female enter the hut behind him. "It been a long time since ya darkened our doorways."

"Alani, t's good ta see ya." Zeke answered with a smile, taking an offered skin of water and slugging it back generously. "Still carryin' the water fo' us weary travelers eh?" He smirked.

"Don' be a smart ass." Alani answered smugly. "Jus' cause ya grew up aroun' here don' mean I have ta give ya our hospitality. How long ya stayin'?" She asked.

Zek'al shrugged. "Couple days, I reckon." He answered. "Got a week break from m'training. So I thought I'd come down to da homestead, see how tings is."

"Fair enough." She said with a nod. "Ya seen your budda yet?"

Zek'al cringed. It'd been years since he talked to his twin, there were nights where he'd lie awake and develop a cold sweat for no apparent reason except to think that Zurai was having a good time with someone. The pair had been practically inseparable throughout their youth, and each had always been able to complete each other's sentences, even feel each other's pain or pleasure. It made them pretty much the perfect pair, then Zurai went into the priesthood, and Zek'al joined the monks from Pandaria. "Nah. I ain't seen 'im yet. I jus' got into town."

"Well ya don' got too far to go. He moved over ta the isles when dey were liberated." Alani said, then put her hand up as Zeke moved to speak. "An' don'cha be givin' Alani no excuses. You go see him while ya in town. Jus' follow th' bridge to the isles. Him's at da white hut at th' top of the hill near the end of the road."

"Ya don' gotta push me out. I was plannin' on goin' over dere tomorrow..."

"Don'cha be pullin' dat, Zek'al. I know ya. An' I know your budda is up dere all alone, an' would appreciate da comp'ny. So get!"

Once Alani got an idea in her head, there was really no direct way to get out of it, Zeke found himself suddenly shoved from the inn and nearly fell down the short flight of steps directly past the door. He stumbled though and recovered, glaring at the female for a moment before adjusting his satchel on his back. "Well fine, I don' be needin' ya." He said, trying to recover some of his lost pride as he started down the familiar path toward the beach, then the more unfamiliar stroll across the bridge toward the isles off in the distance. He hadn't realized how dry it felt here, after years of training up in Pandaria on the cold and moist mountains at the Peak of Serenity, he was surprised he was already breaking a sweat in this midday heat.

A few familiar faces smiled and waved at the troll as he walked, he simply adjusted his bag on his shoulder and smiled, giving each of them a nod in acknowledgement. It wasn't long before he reached the top of the hill, and spotted a small white wooden hut near the end of the pathway. The familiar, slim blue figure standing in the doorway casting small black bolts into the air around him. He wore a large mask that covered the majority of his face, but those familiar troll eyes widened under the eyelets and he chuckled. "Why dere's a blas' from th' past." He said cheerily. "'ow ya doin' Zek'al?"

"Doin' good, mon." Zeke answered, returning the smile. "Surprised ya recognize me after dis many years."

"Well, I can' say I had a mirror installed on th' path recently." Zurai answered. "I ain' heard ya were in town."

"Jus' got in." Zeke said. "Little break from trainin' an' I was in Orgrimma' so I figure I come see how the homestead was doin'"

"Alani pushed ya up here didn' she?"

Zeke brought his fingers up about an inch apart. "Little bit."

"Well c'mon in." He hopped down the stairs and gave his brother a hug. Zeke was silent for it, and it seemed to last a little too long but a smile from Zurai after the hug put him at ease somewhat. "Me brudda is always welcome here. I was jus' makin' a pot of stew, I know you gonna like it."

"Thanks. I appreciate it, the long road makes a troll hungry."

He was guided into the hut by a gentle hand on the middle of his back and looked around the hut, which was pretty well together. The cooking pot and stove was off to the left as he stepped in, and the hut was filled with a delicious, meaty aroma that made his stomach growl. To the left was Zurai's bed roll and a raised hammock that he seated himself on and swayed back and forth uneasily before settling back onto it. Zurai chuckled as he slid a long ladle into his stewing pot and filled a bowl with the chunks of his soup. "Ya remember dat ol' hammock?" He asked, handing Zeke a bowl.

"Sure, sure." Zeke nodded. "Couldn't get us outta dis damn thing when we were kids." He chuckled. "'course you didn' have much of a choice. Ya got stuck in it more'n once."

"I did not." Zurai objected sitting next to his brother on the hammock, causing it to rock precariously back and forth. "I'd jus' slip right through the holes. Joo were the one dat got stuck wit' the extra hook on your tusk." He snickered crudely, earning an ired glance from the monk.

"Don' remind me. Yer the younger brudda."

"Only by about two minutes, mon." Zurai said, taking a swig of a bottle he'd brought from the cooking area and handing it to Zeke. "Here try some, I been makin' my own. It's pretty good." Zek'al brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed, he could smell a flavor of berries on the alcohol and took a swig. Immediately his tongue felt like it was on fire and he fought back the urge to cough. "Puts hair on ya chest, don' it?"

"Ayyyah..." The troll reeled back a bit, almost dropping his bowl as the flavor hit him like a brick. "Ya should'a gone into the feckin' brewin' industry. I know a lotta Pandaren dat would love to taste somethin' that strong." He cleared his throat. "A friend'a mine might like it."

"Well, den." Zurai said sliding his wooden mask from his face. "I gotta bottle some up fo' ya den." He leaned in and suddenly planted his lips on Zeke's own.

As the robed leg straddled Zek'al's own legs, his body froze. His heart started pounding hard enough to make his vision start to quake. Zurai's weight pressed against his brother's chest as his hands began to explore the blue flesh, though Zeke's frozen lips kept very little from intruding with the kiss.

Suddenly breaking contact, Zeke almost cut his brother with his tusk. "Zurai! Whacha doin'?" He asked in a bit of a panicked voice. "Get off'a me!" He said, pushing the priest back onto the hammock. The hammock's rope snapped suddenly and both men fell to the floor. Zeke stared at his brother who grinned back at him, their hips bumped together, and the arousal wasn't one sided.

"Ya got me where ya wanted, brudda." Zurai grinned. "Whatcha gonna do 'bout it?"

Zeke cleared his throat a bit and quickly crawled off his brother and stood up. "I think I'm going to go for a walk." He said quickly as he practically bolted from the hut.

Zurai sighed as he rolled onto his side and rested his head into the palm of his hand. "Him still shy after all dese years? Guess'm gonna have to slow it down some."

Zeke barely realized he hadn't started breathing yet until he reached the shoreline and nearly collapsed on the dock that extended out over the waters surrounding the isles. He leaned against a tall post and crossed his arms, looking out over the shimmering blue waters as the sun's reflections showed it was finally starting to dip down toward them out of the sky. He was still sporting a massive erection under his trousers, occasionally tugging at them to make room for when the arousal finally went away. He seated himself on the finished wood and crossed his legs as he did so.

"Nnngh. Let's see... an undead teat. A gnome's ridiculous hair... cold showers, cold showers..." He tried to concentrate on unappealing thoughts, but the thought of having sex with his brother kept on invading, keeping him going. "Dammit! Whad'ya do to me Zurai?"

"Am I really gettin' under ya skin, brudda?" The priest grinned as he loomed over the seated monk.

"Th'hell was ya doin, Zurai? Kissin' me like dat?"

Zurai shrugged indifferently. "You looked like you could use one." He said. "It been a long time since I had the chance to entertain a guest."

"Ya don't fuck wit' all your guests." Zeke objected. "An' I'm your blood, it ain't right."

"Well ya always known best, Zeke." Zurai sighed as he leaned against the column above the monk. "But ain't no denyin' ya liked it, yah?"

"It don' matter none." Zeke avoided the question and shook his head. "Whatcha got in your head is wrong, Zurai. I-I don't wan' no part of it.

Zurai put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, y'don' wanna fool around, dat's fine. But at least come back and finish dinner. I don't think you had any of that stew."

Zeke's stomach rumbled as he realized how hungry he really was. "Alright. I give ya another chance. I am a little hungry."

The trip back toward the hut gave the pair a chance to clear the air, reminiscing of their childhood and what happened to each of them in the other's absence had them laughing heartily by the time they once again stood in front of Zurai's hut.

Zurai was flicking droplets of tears from his eyes. "Oh man, I heard plenty'a stories about the Pandaren bein' fluffs of horndogs, but dis Akro friend of yours I'd like ta meet sometime."

"I be sure to tell him ya said dat." Zeke said as he stepped first into the hut and eyed the mess on the floor from his spilled stew. "Aw, mon. I'm sorry I made such a mess about t'ings."

"Don' worry about it." Zurai shrugged. "I should'a thought what ya'd say when I did that. I didn' mean to offend ya."

"You didn' offend me, Zurai." Zeke said, crouching to pick up the bowl. "Ya caught me off guard, how was I supposed to react to my brudda wantin' ta..." He blushed. "Ta... do stuff." His voice trailed off, Zurai smirked at how cutely he sounded.

"Awe! I made Zek'al blush!" He exclaimed aloud.

"Sh-shh!" Zeke ushered quietly. "Ya didn' even give me a chance to respond."

"Well I say ya said enough." Zurai smirked. "Don' worry I won't touch'ya again unless you want it."

That night, like many other nights was filled with bonfires, fireworks, dancing and activity as Zeke and Zurai attended the small celebration at Sen'jin. There was a twisting of flesh, passionate trolls that walked around topless, bottomless, and even nude. They didn't care much about onlookers, the moon was bright and they were enjoying themselves.

"Oh iss about time ya two got here." Alani said, leaning over the railing of her inn's entrance and wrapping her arms around each brother. "Ain' not much of a party wit'out reason to celebrate. Zek'al's visit's just the reason for da season, mon."

"What'cha want from us, woman?" Zurai exclaimed with a broad grin. "Gonna be gettin' us some beers?"

"You gon' be payin' for dem, Zurai?" Alani said, putting her hands on her hips. "I ain't in da mood to be givin' ta charity tonight. 'Cept mebbe in Zeke's case." She smiled at him, and Zek'al blushed a bit.

"Aw, t'anks, Alani. I appreciate it."

As the hours passed, the drinks sank down the brothers' throats, and male and female trolls alike began to slowly retreat to their huts, and across the river. Even Alani called it a night before Zeke and Zurai who managed to stagger away into the night, making their way across the bridge that led back to the isles. Even Zurai being slightly more sober, they made very slow progress as they staggered and stumbled over each other.

"Y-y'know Zurai... I-I-I been missin' ya..." Zeke muttered as he leaned heavily on the priest's shoulder.

"I couldn' tell." Zurai answered smartly. "But damn, boy, you pretty heavy, dat's fo sure."

Zeke belted out a laugh that sounded off a little too loudly, startling him to silence. He wrapped an arm around Zurai's shoulder, his tusks brushed through that darker blue hair on his head. "I love ya, brudda... I jus' want'cha to know dat."

"Ah-huh." Zurai answered facetiously. "Ya t'row up in me hair, an' you're gonna be sleepin' outside t'night." He said.

"Ahhh Zeke... mmm..." Zek'al gasped and opened his eyes to see Zurai standing between his legs, which were lifted up so high that Zeke could barely see him, fucking him as he laid on the hammock. The feeling of his brother's shaft buried in him was overwhelming, he could feel the skin fold into that tight space between his cheeks as Zurai leaned back lustily running his hands along his chest. Zeke could feel the warm flesh on his hands. Zeke felt a whisper of air escape his lips as Zurai bucked in deeper, watching his brother rise and arch forward before resting his palms on Zeke's own chest, sliding through Zeke's legs to rest across his chest. The wet feeling of his tongue running along Zeke's chin, over his lips, and the sting of a nip made Zeke's body flex in response.

Zeke could feel how own fluids draining along his hips, pouring profusely along the sides as the priest's slim stomach pushed against his shaft. Their lips pressed together, and Zurai's breath shot out over Zeke's face, their tusks clicked together as the priest's tongue made its way into his mouth, rolling softly over every corner it could reach. Zurai's hands grabbed the back of Zeke's head and he rode even harder, their tongues parting sloppily as he began to run his hand along his shaft, seed pouring across Zeke's chest and shooting up as far as his throat with every push into that warm tight hole. Zeke's trembling hand pressed against Zurai's chest as he leaned back. "Oh... bruddah...." He whispered.

Zeke felt his body jerk awake, he was alone in the hammock, and the dull morning light was just barely visible in the sky. He felt the waves of drunkenness having dried him out swimming through his mind as he looked over his shoulder at Zurai who was sleeping on his bed roll in the floor. Carefully, Zeke swung back enough for his feet to land on the floor without touching the priest's exposed skin. He stepped over Zurai and exited the hut, paying little heed to being dressed in only his skivvies, the dream he'd had was potent enough to make him blush enough. A few yards away from the hut he tugged his member out and pissed a long, hard, alcohol-infused piss, leaving him to groan as the liquid escaped him into that shallow pool he formed. He clicked his tongue a bit and kicked sand over it before stepping down toward the shore. His ears picked up the sounds of seabirds, and his skin was cool to the morning breeze as he dropped down to splash the water over his face. He looked up and watched the water ripple out from where his hands had extracted it. The subtle glow of daylight was growing a bit more and more, giving a hazy orange look across the mists of the early morning water.

Getting up he started back toward the hut, digging his hand into a trough he spotted and scooping some of the fresh rain water into his mouth to abate the dryness he was feeling. He couldn't deny that his head was bugging him, and his eyes were so heavy. But he definitely didn't want to go back to sleep, dreams of his brother were definitely not a good sign, and he had to resist.

He returned to the hut and slinked in quietly, making sure the sun didn't follow him inside. He stepped over the sleeping Zurai and tumbled across the hammock. He hugged his left arm over his right shoulder as he turned onto his side but lay awake, trying to push the thoughts from his mind. But the more he resisted, the more vivid his wants became, and the more he began to want his brother. Feeling his cheeks grow warm with the embarrassed blush, he swung his legs and stood up again. He walked over and pulled the bottle from yesterday out of the cold water that kept it chilled. He pulled the small cork from it with a light pop and slugged it back. Instantly that burn shot through his body and he inhaled sharply through his nostrils, a sudden clearing of his sinuses was all he needed to stay awake, and he put the bottle back where he'd found it. He looked over at Zurai again, he was half curled in a torn blanket, he too was shirtless, but had a pair of tattered trousers on instead of his under garments like Zeke had. The monk pursed his lips and began to rummage through the remainder of the cooking pot from yesterday.

"'avin' trouble sleepin' brudda?"

Zeke's eyes turned up to see that Zurai was looking at him over a bony shoulder, otherwise his position hadn't changed. "Just... erm, not tired." Zeke lied. "'ad to take a piss, splash me face, an' I can't fall back to sleep."

"Just be careful, mon. Dat soup's really only good for one or two days, an' I had dat reheatin' for about a week now." Zeke cringed a bit and put the spoon down. Zurai smiled a bit. "Come over here, I ain' gonna bite ya."

"I begin ta wonder." Zeke said aloud as he noticed Zurai stripping out of his trousers, revealing a well rounded backside. "Oh, now what'a you doing?" He asked.

Zurai scoffed as he pulled the blanket over himself. "Don' flatter yaself. I ain't changed those out in a couple days, and I'm in me hut, I do whatever I damn well please.

Zeke walked over to the living area and seated himself clumsily onto the hammock. "Well don' be doin' like ya damn well please ta me, brudda."

"Perish da t'ought." Zurai waved a hand dismissively as he stood up and clambered onto the hammock beside Zeke. "I ain' touchin' ya. It just gets cold on dat floor at night." He leaned back a bit, resting his arm directly behind the monk. "Y'see? Completely harmless."

Zeke raised an eyebrow. "Ya know, it's a bit weird havin' ya twin brother all over ya. It's like m'mirror wants to make out with me."

"An' what if it does?" Zurai's voice tapered off as his tongue torturously ran up the monk's jaw. Zeke shuddered as he felt a wayward hand slide up his thigh.

"C-cut it out!" Zeke shouted suddenly, putting his hand on Zurai's and trying to push it away.

"Ya ain' tryin' very hard." The priest whispered, his hand easily overpowering the hand blocking his progress and it wrapped around the very hard package within the undergarments.

Zeke's expression became stagnant, Zurai couldn't tell for a few moments if he was contemplating his murder or if he was getting into it, but the priest continued. His tongue licking along the side of the monk's neck, a firm squeeze making him shiver, he nipped the sensitive area of his chest, and that was when he heard a growl of approval from his brother. Zurai slipped his hand down below the waistband of Zeke's under garments and wrapped his fingers around the rock hard hunk of flesh within. Slowly, Zurai's hand worked into a long twisting corkscrew motion as he exposed the bit of flesh, the presence of his hand pushing his garments down further as Zeke's hand raised and slowly ran along the length of Zurai's shoulder and down his arm somewhat.

Zurai was already hard as a rock under his concealing blanket, Zeke moved in quickly and kissed his brother, and as he leaned in, the blanket fell away somewhat, the troll's fingers now exploring his brother's torso as Zurai continued to stroke him. Zurai broke his lips from Zeke's and moaned a bit. "Oh, damn... ya still t'inkin' this is a bad idea?" He asked.

"Shut up." Zeke answered, stopping his brother's words with another lip lock.

Zeke growled a bit impatiently and put his hand onto the small of Zurai's back, pulling him closer as he turned and wrapped a leg around his brother's hip. Their cocks bumped together, and Zurai made it all the more enjoyable by shifting his grip to stroke the both of them at once. As their shafts rubbed together, their mutual precum began to slicken the skin, making it easier for them to rub together. The sounds of their lips parting and rejoining filled the hut as Zeke's free hand reached down and groped his brother's backside. The memories of his dream were flooding back in, and he remembered how much he liked having his brother buried to the hilt within him. Before long, the pair began to grow sweaty as their hands continued to explore inch of each other's bodies. Zurai grabbed Zeke's ass firmly, making the monk grunt and push harder against his brother. Zurai began to grind their balls together, giving a steady beat to Zeke's grunts. The pair of them licked at each other's necks between kisses, savagely biting the flesh that was offered to them.

Finally, Zeke had had enough of the foreplay and pushed himself into his brother. Zurai heard the creaking of the rope knot for the hammock, but it was too late and both of them crashed to the floor once again, in the same position as before. But this time, Zeke wasn't getting up. Zurai grinned and brought a dark flash of light to his finger and pressed it into the ground. Zeke watched as the dark line shot off in several directions and dark tendrils emerged from the wooden floor. Zeke felt his leg grabbed by the cold extension and pulled apart from his other one, this caused his garments to tear finally and drop off him as the smooth, slick shadow began to run along his cock and wrap around his balls, making him gasp softly.

"I got'n idea." Zurai said. "Turn around." He said, swirling a finger.

As Zeke turned he realized the hint as his brother grabbed his shaft and wrapped his mouth around it, making the monk gasp and rest down across the rigid cock standing like a spire in front of him. Zeke's tongue slowly came down the shaft, he could feel the muscles in it pulsing and twitching at his touch, and he watched as the tendrils holding Zurai's legs apart began to explore further up his legs. Zeke watched them slide up under the priest's balls and did a helpful thing to lift them, allowing them to seep into the pink hole, getting a muffled cry of pleasure from his brother as he did so. Zeke felt his own cheeks get spread apart by his brother under them. A slow stroking finger traveling from his ass, down his taint to his balls seemed to attract the tendrils' attention, and he felt them climbing upward, finally wriggling into the opening between his cheeks.

"Mmmmph!" He let out a grunt as he continued to dive down on the cock in his mouth, he felt it pulsing in the back of his throat, and his motions made him impulsively mimick his moves on Zurai as he humped deep down into the other troll's mouth, only stopping when the pincer-like tusks began to get too hard pressing against his thighs. There was a noisy slurp and further whimpering as the two men were invaded by the shadowy tendrils that Zurai had summoned.

Deeper, and deeper they went, sliding out almost to the very edge before submerging again with an even faster with an increase in thickness each time. Neither of them knew how much longer it'd be until they exploded from the darkness filling them

"Nnngh... MMM!" Zurai was the first to explode, sending a heavy, choking load straight into Zeke's throat. Zeke gagged a moment, but swallowed, the taste was like any other male he'd tried before, for a moment it made him forget he was drinking his brother's cum, the sensation of the two of them so close to orgasm was overwhelming as it felt like he'd just cum himself.

Zurai could feel it too, he shuddered and held his cock deep in his brother's mouth for several seconds as he unleashed heavy, musky seed deep into it. Zeke dribbled a few drops, but for the most part, drank it messily before his own orgasm hit. "Ngha! By Vol'jin... FFFFUCK!" He let out a cry as his lips slipped from the shaft still spewing cum, and getting himself a bit of a mess, he finally jetted several streams of cum into Zurai's throat. He felt Zurai clench him tighter, as both of them felt a second orgasm hit them at once.

The tendrils vanished with the sight of the coming sun, allowing Zeke to finally roll off his brother and collapse onto the floor beside him. Their spent cocks, still half hard and lying over their hips like mirrors lying next to each other. It was the most intense that either of them had felt in a long time.

"Ya sure you gotta go?" Zurai asked as he helped Zeke onto his raptor as it was being unlatched from its stall.

Zek'al smirked a bit. "Yah. Its' my time." He said. "You'll have ta come to Pandaria one day, I'll introduce ya to Akro, an' we can have a little..." He cleared his throat as he noticed Alani approaching. "A little... meetin' of the minds."

Zurai looked confused for a moment, then realized as Alani approached. "Oh, right... "meetin'" He winked.

"Well, I can't say it's been long enough, Zek'al, but ya got your brudda smilin' again, so I s'ppose your job's done."

"I'll be back on my next leave." Zeke nodded. "I promise. An' ya get someone to help ya run dat inn, it's runnin' ya tits into the ground."

"Pff. Ain' dat da truth. Well, g'bye, Zeke." She kissed him on the cheek. "An' ya might wanna consider takin' a bath. Troll jiz'm don' really come out easily as ya should know."

Zeke blushed and his head lowered a bit as Alani and Zurai both broke out into a laugh.

THE END