World of Warcraft: Perspective
“You had to anger that voodoo priestess, didn’t you?” Garrosh groused.
“You make it sound intentional!” Varian protested heatedly, bristling.
“It’s just like you to say the wrong thing at the right time and suddenly something like this happens,” Garrosh said, gesturing vaguely.
Varian snarled. “You can’t admit that you haven’t angered a hedge witch or something.”
“If I have, nothing drastic has come of it.”
A sullen, unhappy silence fell between them.
Why is my life never easy? Garrosh grumbled inwardly. “Did she give you any hints?”
Varian frowned, obviously thinking hard. “Maybe.”
Garrosh growled. “Maybe?”
“Finding myself in your body was a little shocking!” Varian hissed. “I might not have been focused on remembering details.”
“You have to remember something. I refuse to be stuck like this permanently!”
The two faction leaders were carefully disguised as they sat across from each other at a table in one of the more raucous inns in Booty Bay. They had met in the pirate town more than once, and as they did so for some rather…illicit activities, making sure that no-one recognized them for who they were was of extreme importance. If anyone had recognized them in the past, they hadn’t said anything and when someone obviously suspected a number of coins kept them quiet. Although, at the moment, their disguises were much better than usual-considering that each was the other.
“You should just be thankful that I’m a better actor than you-I doubt you would have been able to pull even a remotely passable impression of me in court,” Varian grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared sullenly at the warped wood of the table. It was better to focus on that than the disgustingly tattooed skin he found himself in.
Garrosh shook his head sharply before he pushed his bangs out of his borrowed face with an annoyed sneer. “We need to fix this. Don’t just sit there!”
“What do you want me to do?” Varian demanded. “I only caught the priestess’ cackling exit.”
“People talk. What were they saying?”
Varian stroked his forearm with a finger as he thought, doing his best to ignore how the texture of the skin felt wrong.
What had people been saying? It was a little disorienting, having to switch from Common to Orcish. Mostly they had been chattering about my-well, his-health.
At first, Varian had thought he was trapped in a very potent nightmare, but when he could feel things, touch them and recognize their solidity, it had dawned on him that whatever was happening was horribly real.
Once the shock had worn off, familiar anger had consumed him, and he had attempted to get to the priestess-it was pretty obvious who was the one who had cast the spell, from how she was laughing-but she vanished before he could get his hands on her. He had snarled and spat some rather potent orcish curses before he had been forced to pretend he was the male he hated more than any other being in Azeroth.
To think that I have become what I hate, he thought bitterly. Still, people do talk. What were they saying?
Silence was thick between them before Garrosh abruptly started and stared at the table as if trying to fully comprehend the realization he had come to. “Spirits, it can’t be that…”
“You actually managed to figure something out?” Varian asked dryly.
“Shut up,” Garrosh snarled. “I know why it was you and I who were switched.”
“Oh?”
“You were the last person I had sex with.”
Varian looked incredulous. “I know. That matters?”
“I think so…if I remember what she said correctly.”
“What would have happened if you hadn’t had sex with anyone?”
“I don’t think that mattered as much as who.”
Varian paused and thought. That seems rather stupid. Still, taking those two elements…
After a few minutes of silence, Varian offered, “Maybe that’s the way to undo this?”
Garrosh blinked. “What, have sex?”
“Yes.”
Their current situation would add a strange kind of kink to it, should the Warchief agree, and Varian found that oddly…exciting.
I know my body better than anyone else, as he knows his own. Oh, Light, this is going to be very, very good, isn’t it?
Garrosh paused, thought, then stood and grabbed Varian’s wrist, which pulled him up and out of the seat. Varian caught his feet before he could be dragged, and as he allowed himself to be lead away, he caught a human pirate holding out her hand to a goblin comrade, who deposited a number of coins in it while grumbling.
Through unspoken agreement, the two headed towards the location they used on their previous trysts on foot, unsure which mount would be called to each-afterall, would the summoning respond to the spirit, or the body?
I’m tired of having my spirit manipulated, he thought grumpily. First being split into two separate people, now inhabiting the body of my best enemy…can’t I have even a year of nothing terrible happening to me?
The Cataclysm had caused a section of Stranglethorn to be destroyed, and what was left in its place was a swirling, churning whirlpool that now helped delineate Northern Stranglethorn from the Cape. The cliffs that hemmed it in had a few caves carved into them, which is where they were headed-the rushing water created enough sound to cover them when they became too…enthusiastic.
It took a little longer than usual to get down to the shelter, primarily because they were moving in unfamiliar bodies, but they did eventually make it down, walking away from the damp entrance to the drier depths.
Once they were far enough away from the wet cold, Varian dragged Garrosh to him and was careful to make sure the now-human’s arms were pinned to his sides and had turned his temporary body enough that there wasn’t anywhere that Garrosh could land a kick that would hit something sensitive.
“Do you know how kinky this is?” Varian murmured quietly, and he felt Garrosh shiver against him.
“Oh, I have a very good idea,” Garrosh purred.
It was odd, being able to overshadow his own body, but from how Garrosh was beginning to struggle, Varian figured he should take advantage of the situation while he could.
With his free hand, he found the clasps to armor he knew so well, and pushed the leather away to run his fingers along flesh that was slightly cooler than the one he was wearing. He had always thought that it was a trick of his mind, but it seemed like their bodies’ temperatures really were different.
Garrosh made an odd, strangled sound when Varian put just the right amount of pressure into a caress.
“Varia-,” the current-human began before he shuddered as Varian manipulated another erogenous zone.
Varian took off the armor piece-by-piece, and with each discard, Garrosh fought less and less, and by the time Varian had rid him of everything but his boots, his captive was panting and obviously unable to stand on his own.
“Spirits, Varian,” Garrosh groaned, lust and need thick in his voice.
Varian couldn’t help but smile smugly. It had been fascinating to watch a mirror of how he must react to Garrosh’s touches. He hadn’t thought he would be as painfully aroused as he was, but from how Garrosh had pressed against him in all the right ways that were so very wrong, it wasn’t entirely surprising.
It took a little bit of effort, but Varian managed to rid himself of his lower body armor, and he moaned quietly when his erection seemed to fit snuggly in the curve of Garrosh’s ass-of his ass. Varian hadn’t expected to have their meeting turn into what it usually was, and had left Orgrimmar fairly abruptly, so he hadn’t brought lube with him.
Have to make due with spit, then, he thought, mildly unhappy. It was his body his was fucking.
The way that Garrosh groaned when he slid a finger up his ass made him shiver. A second made Garrosh cry out in pain, but from how he tried to push Varian’s fingers in further, the sensation was obviously far from distasteful.
Varian pulled his fingers out to a whimper of protest, and obviously surprised the now-human as he sat down carefully.
“What are you do-”
The question was abruptly cut off as he pulled Garrosh down into sitting in his lap, his cock pushing into his body.
Varian shuddered as Garrosh groaned.
Oh, Light, if this is what he feels, it’s no wonder we’re addicted to the other.
“Move,” he purred in Garrosh’s ear, and the male listened with a long, lusty moan.
It felt ridiculously good, and he could tell Garrosh felt the same way, if how he was speeding up and pushing him in as far as possible was any indication.
His own hands roamed the man’s chest, drifted down his abdomen, found all the places where he touched himself that made him burn.
“Varian,” the orc-turned-human breathed in ecstasy, and a nearly feral cry of desire escaped him once Varian took his cock in hand.
Varian could see that the pleasure was tearing Garrosh apart, that his body couldn’t decide which it wanted more, that all thought had stopped in favor of pure sensation.
When Garrosh came, his whole body convulsed, and the cry of his name was nearly a howl of rapture.
Varian groaned and moved Garrosh on him a few more times before he finally came, releasing as he moaned Garrosh’s name.
Garrosh remained sitting in Varian’s lap for a little bit, obviously catching his breath.
“Did you feel something shift?” Garrosh eventually panted as he removed himself.
Varian nodded slightly. “Yes.”
“Oh good. That means it’s my turn now.”
Varian had known that he was faster than Garrosh, but he was given an appreciation for just how much faster from how abruptly he received a punch to the jaw that sent his teeth clacking together and left him seeing stars. He was pushed violently to the ground before his sight blanked, the feel of cloth against his face surprising him.
“What are you-” he began and reached up to take off the blindfold, only to have his hands twisted behind him and secured tightly with another piece of cloth.
“You tortured me,” Garrosh purred to him. “Now I get to repay the favor.”
Varian had a feeling that whatever Garrosh was planning would be both very good for him and so very, very bad. That he had been rendered more-or-less helpless was already starting to turn him on.
Varian nearly jumped in surprise when Garrosh ran his fingers slowly down his spine, putting almost bruising pressure that left him squirming with pleasure. The low chuckle that filled the cave made his skin prickle. “Just submit, Varian-you’re powerless anyway.”
The reminder of his situation made him choke down a moan, but the sound was quickly forgotten for an exclamation of surprise and pleasure, as the most feather-light of touches sent sensation shivering through him.
He had no idea where Garrosh was, what he was planning, and every touch was a surprise, and he shuddered when he felt teeth lightly break the skin somewhere on his borrowed-body that made him convulse in ecstasy.
“Light, Garrosh,” he moaned.
The male was holding true to his word, and Varian soon found it hard to think, simply waiting in breathless anticipation for what may come next. It was all so different, but it was no less good. It wasn’t their usual style, but time had always been a constraint before and because they had both more-or-less vanished from their respective capitals, there was no time-table.
Garrosh seemed to be thoroughly enjoying playing havoc with his senses, and only pride kept Varian from begging for Garrosh. No matter what body he wore, he was still a king, and kings didn’t beg.
By the time he felt slightly-slick fingers slide into his ass, it was almost a relief. His over-stimulated body was aching for release, and as Garrosh finally-finally-began to move in him, it felt like an odd culmination of what he had been denied. It felt…different somehow, but it was good and after all the trembling anticipation, it was a shamefully short time before he came, Garrosh’s name passing his lips in a cry of ecstasy and relief as his mind blanked and his body arched into Garrosh’s thrusts. He didn’t care that Garrosh still moved in him as he fought to stop shaking, the feelings simply pleasant aftershocks of something that had been wonderful.
He felt Garrosh come in a low, pleased growl, and things became suddenly shifted in bizarre ways, reality seemed to lurch and in a blink he found himself sitting down hard, a rather masterfully tied-up Garrosh lying before him.
He pondered taking advantage of the situation, but felt it would be dishonorable, so simply untied the orc.
Garrosh rolled over and the two locked eyes for a long moment before similar salacious smiles formed on their faces.
There was no hurry to return to their respective factions, and as each of them had gained ideas…well, there was always round two.
Or three, Varian thought absently as he was yanked onto Garrosh’s chest, relieved to be back in his own body and with plans to thoroughly enjoy it for the next few hours.