No, I'm not 'that' Hero
Story by Gulp on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
_It has been quite some time since I wrote(typed) up something like this, but I had a general idea of what I wanted rattling around in my brain for quite some time so I decided to put it all down. _
Not necessarily Heroes of the Storm fanfiction, as it will not be focusing on any of the characters from the game, but the story exists in that world, where some of those characters may make some cameos from time to time.
It has been more than a few years since Azeroth, Sanctuary, and the Koprulu Sector were brought together at the Nexus, where the heroes of each world would fight many skirmishes with no end in sight. The magic of the Nexus was such that these small skirmishes did not spell the end for any of these Heroes, allowing successive fights to be fought, win or lose. It wasn't until after the first few weeks of fighting that this struggle for victory was seen to be unending, causing the governing bodies of each world to look for other means of success.
The fact that these fights were so neatly contained allowed betting on either side to emerge, and where betting and gambling becomes involved, incredible amounts of money and influence usually follows. This not only ensured that the fighting would continue, not so much for dominance but just for pride and money, but it also meant that those who were not involved in the fighting were able to feel invested in the fighting without actually being there themselves.
Despite the presence of such constant warfare, the rest of society was needing to adjust, not only to the idea of fighting all around them, but to the merging of such vastly different worlds. Thus the rest of life must go on, so businesses and offices continued to operate, and universities were opened up to the wealth of knowledge and experience drawn from each of the worlds. With the intermingling of such vastly different cultures and societies, there was no such taboo or negative view towards the intermingling of different races, but that did not stop those of familiar race and background from preferring to stick together.
When it comes to university classes and lectures, this can be seen in the way that more often than not there will be a group of orcs taking up a lot of the space in the back corners, with the other various races tending to fill the rest of the room in patches. The unconscious segregation wasn't too obvious to see in the more packed out rooms and lecture halls, but much more pronounced with smaller class sizes, allowing small groups to spread to their own section of the room. One of the subjects with the smaller class sizes, "Pre-Nexus History", only managed to attract 19 students to sign up. Despite this, the lectures were held in halls fit to hold about a hundred students, so there was absolutely not problem when it came to seating arrangements. Again this did not stop the few orcs from congregating towards the back of the hall, with the rest of the class being either of human or elvish descent and filling up much of the front.
James was one such human, preferring to take a seat towards the side of the room but right up the front. Being too young and inexperienced to make a name for himself prior to the calamity, James Reign resigned himself to a slightly average, manageable career path. Starting his student life at the University of King's Crest a year after the joining of the worlds at the Nexus, he looked towards a career as an archivist, where his interest in history would be able to flourish. If he was able to pick up a job as a university history lecturer as well, everything would've fallen right into place in James' life. That was his plan for the future, but with another year of study to go before he would be sufficiently qualified the paid position, James had to make ends meet by working shifts at the pub located on the university campus. All he needed was to get through a semester of this course plus a semester on pre-Nexus historiographical methods and he should be in a position where he could give that job up for a more intellectually stimulating one.
Furiously taking down notes as the lecture was coming to a close, James wasn't able to join in on of the discussion that was enabled and also encouraged by the smaller class size. Even though the class was rather small, considering the type of people who were likely to take up such a course, when discussion was initiated, it was usually done and facilitated by the few confident speakers, those having no qualms about talking amongst strangers, while the more shy and reserved students would chime in only when they were called upon. James usually was one of those who would lead conversation and discussion in the class, but as he was busy rushing down notes that task fell to a few Sanctuary natives who sat just a few rows behind James. He remained completely oblivious to the turn the class discussion had taken until he thought he heard the word 'sex' brought up, but by the time James had the chance to catch up on what everyone was talking about, the professor announced the end of their time together for the day, rattling off which chapters were needing to be read for the next class.
Shrugging off the slight confusion, James packed his notes into a bag and stood up, ready to leave towards home. However, as he was leaving the lecture hall and getting ready for his half an hour walk home, he didn't notice that someone was trying to grab his attention until they were a few meters away from him, still calling out to him. When James turned towards the voice, his eyes met with the big bulking chest belonging to one of the orcs that he had just shared a class with. Being slightly below average height, James ended up having to look up to most people of reasonable height, but made up for it with his stocky build, one which betrayed his reasonably sedentary lifestyle. This orc, on the other hand, beat him in both height and bulk. James didn't take too much time to imagine what he looked like exactly under those clothes, looking up to a charming grin as he finished approaching.
"Hey uhh... James right? would you want to join us for a drink? we usually grab one after class around this time and wondered if you would want to come as well" James was slightly taken back by just how deep and gravelly this orcs voice was, trying to think back to any time when he had heard that voice in class at all, and coming up blank.
"Us?"
"Oh, it's just my bother Ein and I who do this course, but we usually meet up with a bunch of friends who finish around this time as well at the pub here, have you ever been there?" Well that would explain the similarities between two of the orcs in class, but James held a little bit of apprehension towards the idea of going to the place where he works for drinks with at least a pair of orcs whom he knew absolutely nothing about.
"Yeah I know that place, I work there from time to time, but..." James trailed off, trying to think of a way to blow off the invitation in the nicest way possible, nervousness and apprehension shown clearly on his face.
"Come on, you don't have to stay for long, at least let me buy you one drink. I might need you later on in the semester, this pre-Nexus history stuff hasn't really been clicking with me as much as I would've thought." The orc said with a slight chuckle, clapping a hand down onto James' shoulder.
James took a glance to that hand resting on his shoulder, tossing up in his head whether or not to go along with him. "Well I guess if you're buying, I could stick around for at least one drink." He said, returning a rather sheepish grin as they turned towards the direction of the pub. They walked side by side, just chatting about the history course that they had been enrolled in, briefly discussing the points brought up earlier in class, until James realised that he had forgotten something.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name. You said that your brother's name is Ein but I didn't quite catch yours" James said trying to be as polite as possible.
"Stein"
"Wait, Ein and Stein? interesting" It was Stein's turn to give a bit of a meek grin in response to the slight chuckle from James. "I guess I can't really talk too much, when I have people having a bit of a go at me with my name being too damn similar to that Raynor guy." After that there wasn't too much talk between the two in regards to names, but thankfully it was only a extra minute of walking until they arrived, Stein instantly spotting his brother amongst a group of other orcs. Occupying one of the more secluded booths in the venue, James followed behind Stein as they made their way over. This was the kind of situation that James was feeling apprehensive towards, being on his own with a group of orcs that he barely knew with alcohol involved. From his time working at this exact pub, he knew just how rowdy some orcs could get after a few drinks, and wasn't liking the idea of being amongst them once they got to that stage. James was brought out of his thoughts as he heard Stein's voice ask his brother to go and grab drinks for the table, dumping a load of money into his hands.
"James right? hey, I'm Ein. You want any drink in particular?" Ein asked, with a voice just as deep but not nearly as gravelly as his brothers.
"I'll just have whatever you guys are having, just to make things easier." was the response with a bit of a nervous smile, as Stein ushered James into the booth. Over the next few minutes James was introduced to the group of half a dozen orcs, names washing over his head as they were introduced to him in turn, until one of the orcs rushed over to help Ein in bringing the rest of the drinks to the table. By the time everyone was settled and had their drinks in hand, James found himself between a wall and Stein, tucked away in one of the most secluded spots in the pub, with only those others in the booth really being able to notice him. He had half expected the orcs to be drinking some dark ale, which, even though James wasn't totally against drinking, made his throat feel how Stein sounded. Instead, in front of them were pale ales, much softer on the throat and one that James much preferred when drinking socially.
Trying to make this drink last a while, James only sipped at his drink while the orcs were taking considerable gulps from theirs as the group discussed some of the most recent happening on the fields of battle. This was an area that James knew that he would not be able to guide the direction of conversation, but was able to join in enough that he didn't feel too left out. It was during this discussion that a figure entered the bar which managed to draw the attention of the majority of the patrons, bringing the overall noise level down considerably. The one and only Jim Raynor walked in and made a beeline straight for the bar, ordering a drink as he relished what little time he was able to take for himself.
The rest of the patrons in the pub went back to their own conversations, stealing glances towards Raynor as he waited for his drink to come. As he had handed over him money for the drink though, a buzz from his wrist announced that he was needing to be back into the action, drawing out a pained, exasperated sigh from the human.
"Ever since I let Swann tinker with my gear, I've been seeing far too much action for my liking." Raynor mumbled to himself as he looked at the drink he no longer had time to savor. With yet another sigh, he grabbed his drink, downed in one go, and then headed towards the door, grumbling along the way.
"Geez, he didn't look too pleased, wonder what that's all about..." Ein pondered out loud at the rest of the group watched Raynor leave the pub.
"Well, if I had to hazard a guess..." James started. "I would say that that was the third time this week that he has had a drink interrupted by his duty, and thats just from the time when I've actually been working." The rest of the group gave gestures of agreement, and the conversation ended up returning to other notable fights. Another round of drinks came around as James denied the drink, still sitting on his first drink, about half of it left.
As the afternoon went on, the drinks started to empty, and the noise level amongst the group began to raise considerably. It got to the point where James was able to exclude himself from conversation without anyone noticing, allowing him to get lost in his thoughts, thinking about when his next shift of work would be, and how much course work he could get done should he leave within the next few minutes. So lost in his thoughts James became slightly startled as he began to feel a large hand begin to rub up and down his thigh, as Stein leaned in close to James' ear.
"Thinking about anything in particular?" The deep whisper combined with the presence of that hand causing James to shudder slightly, not entirely sure on how to respond to such a situation.
"Well, I was thinking that I should be heading off soon, but..."
"Come on, we can't have that just yet. Stick around for a little longer, and just relax a little." Stein whispered and then sat back in the chair, continuing to slowly stroke his hand up and down James' thigh, getting dangerously close to his groin. Taking slow, deep breaths, James started to look around the booth, wondering if anyone else was able to see. or was aware of the gentle caress that Stein was giving him. Seeing that the rest of the group was currently preoccupied with their own conversations, James then looked up at Stein whose grin just widened as that hand moved to start rubbing at the growing erection through the layers of clothing.
Trying to maintain composure as to give nothing away, James let out a long, soft sigh as he continued to let the strong yet gentle hand rub away at him, his erection creating a now considerable tent in his pants. James held onto Stein's shoulder as he beckoned him closer in order to whisper in his ear.
"Is there someplace a bit more private where we could take this?"
"Meet me outside in about 5 minutes and I'll see what I can do" Stein said with a massive smirk on his face, giving a final grope to James' package as he got up, announced he was going for a piss and shuffled his way out of the booth. James was left sitting there panting softly as he tried decide whether he would take Stein up on that offer, or just head on home. Grabbing his bag and using it to subtly cover his still tented pants, James shuffled out of the booth as well, telling the group that he was heading home and exited the pub, still not sure if he was going to stick and wait for Stein or head on home. He wasn't given all that much time to ponder as a familiar hand fell onto his shoulder as he was turned to face the big orc who, only minutes earlier, was giving him a bit of a handjob under the table.
"So the plan is, either I take you into that restroom over there and we don't leave until we're both reasonably satisfied, or, we take a five minute walk back to our place and I make sure that you'll be walking funny for the next few days." Once Stein was done laying out the options, James took a glance down to try and see what the orc might be packing, and what he saw garnered a slightly shocked reaction. Not even hard enough to make an obvious tent, Stein's cock was still visible through his pants and looked to be about as thick as James' wrist, definitely something that would no doubt make walking afterwards interesting.
"I think I'll need to be walking properly if I'm to get home at all" James replied softly, not taking his eyes off to ever increasing bulge in the orc's pants.
"Fair enough, come with me then." Stein grinned as he turned James around and started directing him towards the public restroom that was opposite the pub. When they were inside, Stein found the cleanest of the stalls and dragged James into it with him, locking the door and sitting him down on the lid. James still wasn't completely aware of what was going on, but when he came back to his senses, he was standing in front of a seated orc, both with rather considerable erections making themselves known. He wasn't sure just how things were going to go until Stein grabbed his hips and dragged him closer so his tented erection just under his chin. James just held onto the strong orc's shoulders and closed his eyes as he felt the button on his pants being undone and then having them and his boxers dragged down to his ankles, feeling the mixture of cool air and warm breath on his erection.
"You can get a taste of me in a bit, but first I'm getting a taste of you." James didn't even get a chance to respond as Stein sunk his mouth over the whole of the human's six inch member. Tightening his grasp on the orc's shoulders, James gasped and moaned as his knees started to feel weak, loving the way that orc mouth was making him feel. He started to slowly rock his hips back and forward, which then started to turn into quick and erratic jabs and thrusts as the earlier stimulation back in the pub brought James towards climax much quicker than he would've liked. Stein continued to hold onto the human's hips as he allowed the thrusting continue up until the point where he was able to push James over the edge. Pulling his mouth off, Stein aimed James' cock to the side as the first two shots went rocketing into the wall. As the stream started to lessen though, Stein leaned in to clean up some of the mess, suckling and licking just the tip until he was sure that there was no more left, then pulled off again with a slight popping sound.
"You may not be the actual Jim Raynor, but you still have a pretty good shot on you." Stein remarked with a smirk as he began to stand up, awkwardly maneuvering the two as he guided the slightly exhausted human to take a seat. Once he was settled, Stein worked at undoing his belt, dropping his pants and underwear and letting that rather solid log sit on the top of James' head.
"Holy shit" was all James managed to mutter before Stein grabbed his seven inch monster and started to slowly drag it across the human's face, until the tip started to trace along his lips. James could only stare blankly at the monster before him as one hand went to the base of it while his other to the orc's thigh for stability. Rubbing just a little bit at the base, he finally started to get his tongue involved, tentatively licking at the tip as beads of pre started to form. The taste of the orc's pre seemed to have James starving for more, as he began to really get into it, outright sucking on the tip of the thick cock as he used his hands to stroke along the shaft.
Stein let James suck his cock at whatever pace he felt comfortable, giving off soft, deep moans as he lightly draped his hands over James's head, more for stability than anything. After a while though it started to become just a little bit too much for the orc, gripping onto the human's head just a little bit tighter as he began to lightly thrust into that mouth. Considering his thickness though, he was not able to get too far, only managing to get a few inches beyond the tip before James' jaw just had no more give left in it, so he continued thrusting whatever he could into him at a steadily increasing pace. James knew what was coming, and tried to help bring it along sooner by using one hand to continue stroking what he couldn't get into his mouth while using his other to play with the orc's balls.
This seemed to be enough as the thrusts became erratic, and just as James thought he was about to get a mouthful of orc cum, Stein pulled out of his mouth and aimed at the spot on the wall where James had shot just a little bit earlier, only with a lot more potency and a lot more force. It took about a dozen shots before James felt it was safe to lean in for clean up without copping a stray shot, licking and slurping around that tip for any cum that may have been left. Stein just stood there facing the seated human, panting as his giant of a cock began to go limp again, while James just looked up to the orc's face and smiled.
"As much as I would like to keep this going, and we could end up at that point where you said you would make me walk funny for a few days, I really need to get going now." James stated as he grabbed his stuff and stood up, pulling up his boxers and pants and righting himself before looking back at Stein who was starting to get redressed as well. As Stein was fiddling with his belt, James got onto the tips of his toes to give the orc a quick kiss on the cheek, before shuffling past him and out of the cubicle.
On his walk home, James had a lot of time to think about what exactly had happened throughout the afternoon. The rest of the day had been rather uneventful, just a few lectures with nothing out of the ordinary. Being invited to have drinks with a group of orcs, and then blowing one of them and being blown in return? that was something that he would be able to ponder on, and with the opportunity for it to go further being available, James was starting to think that this semester might just be a little more interesting that he was anticipating.
As I said at that start, it has been a while since I've done something like this, so I'm pretty sure there's quite a few things that I could work on going forward. Constructive criticism is welcome, every little bit helps.
I feel like second half of this is slightly rushed, but I kind of just wanted to get something out there in the first place, just to see what kind of response it would get, and then see what I could do about it. Also, the title I'm really not all that sold on, brain just isn't in the creative mood to come up with a good one -____-