Chapter 3 Breaking the Habit

The sight of the young buck of a demon hunter made Redacted laugh to himself. This was who thought himself to be the big demon hunter around town now? With horns half the size of Redacted's, it was clear there was something lacking here. He didn't need the use of his spectral sight to know. It oozed off Vaesar and this duel would prove it.
They both had met one another during the escape from the Vault of the Wardens in passing. Neither realized they would meet once again in the same guild.
Now, Redacted approached Vaesar in hopes of a duel between them.
They agreed to the terms of no buffs but a message interrupted their journey to the field where they agreed for their duel.

"You donkeys need to stop jerking it together and meet up with me. Someone wants to meet you chuckle fucks. For some damn reason."

Both demon hunters read through the message as they continued to the open area before Vaesar sighed.

"You think Kal is really gonna be angry if we have one duel? Between us demon hunters?"
"You really are new here, huh? Keeping Kal waiting is just leaving him time to decide how long to hang us from our fingers or from our toes?"

Vaesar looked down in between them, noting their exposed toes and realizing he was fond of them not getting tied up and hung upside down. But the heat building in his chest from unfulfilled blood lust made him dismiss his toes.

"Oh come on, what are ya? You couldn't possibly be a chicken, huh?"

It was childish but Vaesar was itching for a fight. To fight one on one against someone of his kind. Someone who felt the demonic rage inside him as he did.
Using what Illidan taught all demon hunters on reading energies, Vaesar clearly read annoyance radiating off Redacted.
Rivalry between them had always been playful, nothing more than light banter. The tension had built up, though, since the release of the raid.
Light banter became jabs at one another and competition started to show.
Some were unsure if it was still friendly at this point.
So this duel was more than testing each others strength. It was a duel between demon hunters that no other class would understand.
A night elf to night elf fight fueled by fel coursing through their veins and fire in their hearts.

"Kal can wait a few minutes, can't he?" Redacted asked with a smirk, circling Vaesar who summoned his glaives with a cocky grin.

Redacted raised a long, dark brow at the sight.

"Eager to get smacked, aren't you?"
"I worked hard to get these warglaives and you're gonna see the fruits of my labor!"

The green glow of the Warglaives of Azzinoth matched that of Vaesar's tattoos that almost matched their leader, Illidan, tattoos. The sight made Redacted scoff.

"See what? Seems like you have a look I've seen before."

The jab made Vaesar frown, about to take a step back but held his ground and straightened his back to release his wings.

"Don't worry. You'll get a fight you'll never forget."

Another message popped up but both demon hunters ignored it, moving in to stand chest to chest. Red clashed with green from their tattoos glow but their unseeing gaze never left each other.

"Care to do the countdown?" Vaesar offered with that sharp toothed grin.
Redacted summoned his blades, easily adjusting his stance before a stretch of his muscular shoulders. Vaesar wouldn't admit his slightly smaller stature compared to the older night elf but standing chest to chest, it was clear Redacted had a slight advantage.

"With pleasure. Ready?"

A ready check passed and soon they pulled apart to circle one another as the countdown echoed through the air.

"3."
Vaesar had to remind himself no buffs.
"2."
Redacted switched his weight from one foot to the other.
"1."

Vaesar was the first to unleash his Metamorphosis, landing on top of Redacted who barely had time to Fel Rush from the attack.

"Bastard... an early pull."
"Whoops."

Vaesar now gained height and strength over Redacted in his demonic form, sharp teeth even sharper and peeking from his lips when he grinned.
Redacted returned that cocky grin with a Chaos Nova, followed by a Vengeful Retreat and Shadowmeld!
Vaesar in his stunned form wanted to cry out, saying it was forfeit before he was suddenly Imprisoned with his head free above the trap.
Redacted trapped him, leaving him vulnerable.

"You pulled early. You need to be punished."

Something changed about Redacted when he reappeared. He was in his demonic form as if he could have cast it in stealth, unheard of to Vaesar.
His tone was almost like a purr when he uttered 'punished'. The flow in his tattoos weren't the bloodthirsty red but lightened to match a softer color. Almost pink.

Another message came, pulling Vaesar from the disturbing sight before him to see a guild message change.

"Be Careful."

That was all and Vaesar knew he was fucked for not responding to Kal.

"L-Listen, Redacted. It wasn't on purpose! An accident! That's all! Let's let our cooldowns reset and try again," Vaesar practically begged, hoping he could talk Redacted out of whatever had a hold on him.

Instead, the older demon hunter's eyes glowed bright before they ran up and down Vaesar's body. Spectral sight was a wonderful gift, Redacted thought to himself as he checked out what Vaesar was hiding. If he liked to pull early, he surely had other tricks up his sleeve.

"Oh. You never told me about your own glaive. Not that of Illidan's... You were right. Nothing to scoff at."

Vaesar's cheeks flushed with embarrassment when he realized what Redacted meant, struggling against his bonds by shaking his head as much as he could. Something about the prison that held him made his skin tingle in a way that made his 'glaive' react to his dismay.

"R-Redacted. Please. I give. Let's go see Kal and forget about this little duel," Vaesar practically begged, feeling the heated gaze from Redacted even as the Spectral Sight faded.

His only response was the quick Blade Dance to release Vaesar from his prison followed by a bright flash! Redacted let loose an Eye Beam that made Vaesar almost cry out in fear. The heat of the gaze burned but only somehow burned off everything below the belt! He was bare to the world and Redacted liked what he saw.
The muscles on Vaesar's chest rippled with each heaving breath he took, nipples erect from the sudden rush of adrenaline while he struggled to hide his indecency.
Nothing could be hidden from a demon hunter's gaze, he recalled the voice of Illidan in his mind.
Redacted reached forward to grab Vaesar's wrists, pulling them up before slamming him back against the tree that seemed to appear out of nowhere!

"You... What have you sacrificed to be here today?" Redacted practically growled as he leaned in to nip at Vaesar's throat.

The sharp fangs pierced his supple flesh making him shiver and bite his lip to hold in the whimper that almost slipped out. Something about this position was leaving him feeling weak. As if something was draining his energy.

"That's right. My equipment has leech. You feel your health draining bit by bit. Now answer me. What have you sacrificed?"

Vaesar felt lightheaded, body becoming weak as Redacted's grip on his wrist only tightened. He didn't want to say. Not to this demon hunter who wouldn't let him go.

"I've sacrificed everything to be here. What have you?" Redacted leaned his head up from his position against Vaesar's neck as he whispered out the last part, his beard brushing against the younger demon hunter's sensitive skin.

Vaesar wanted to answer but with his strength fading it felt as if he couldn't even open his mouth without his jaw becoming slack. Though his mind was crying out all the reasons, his body refused to obey. Redacted chuckled, hands snaking down Vaesar's body to grope at the now sweat soaked skin on his hips.

"You are not prepared."

Vaesar finally found his voice in a form on a moan, shivering when he could feel his fel energy rising and mixing with Redacted's alpha fel.
To his surprise, Vaesar was released from the older demon hunter's grasp only to be turned around and pressed against the tree! His hips stuck out on their own as if his body was being controlled by someone else.

"Don't worry, Vaesar. I will prepare you."

The sharp claws of Redacted scratched at the curve of Vaesar's ass, gripping both cheeks to spread them!

"R-Redacted... be gentle."

It was like a fel rush when those hands prepared Vaesar's demonic hole, slathering the puckered flesh with green liquid fel that seemed to appear from nowhere.
It was almost like it was planned by some greater power.
Long, thick fingers toyed with the bundle of nerves inside Vaesar, causing his glaive to harden and raise. The feeling was new but exciting. Enough to make his hips weakly move against the fingers inside him. The sharp claws that scratched only added to the pleasure filling him.

Once the smaller demon hunter was prepped and ready, Redacted smirked down at Vaesar who was tearfully yet hungrily looking over his shoulder, quivering with anticipation.

"This is what sacrifice looks like."

Finally using his cooldowns he had been saving since their duel, Redacted's Metamorphosis released green flames that burned his clothes off completely to expose his engorged fel fueled cock! The veins pulsed and the size made Vaesar tremble in fear. With the added height and power, the demon hunter was a sight to behold.
The pure, raw energy radiating from Redacted left Vaesar weak in the knees, his body failing to listen once again and thrust his hips backwards like some beast in heat!

"Take me!"

Those were not his words, but they slipped from his lips as he was unable to cease his bucking hips. Redacted chuckled, taking his demonic glaive in hand to gently rub the tip of it against Vaesar's almost gaping hole. It was almost as if he was testing to see if the younger demon hunter was worth it. Deserved to be taken by someone like him.
When Vaesar seemed almost hopeless by the constant rubbing, like a quick fel rush, Redacted gave just what Vaesar asked for.
A swift slip inside and Vaesar was gasping for air!
The scales that covered their bodies weren't just on their chests and arms but decorated their lower areas and to his sudden discovery, aligning their erect cocks. Ridges that caused Vaesar's legs to almost give out.

"Ready to yield?" Redacted asked, gripping at Vaesar's hips once more only to pull out!

The empty feeling to his fel hole made Vaesar gasp and turn, pressing his back to the tree and glare.

"N-Never."

Redacted grinned, showing his sharp fangs before hiking the shorter demon hunter higher against the tree to wraps his legs around his waist and aimed his surging cock against Vaesar's gaping demonic hole!
Just before he slipped in, Vaesar reached upwards to wrap his arms around Redacted's shoulders and dug his nails deep into the pulsing green tattoos.

"Does this mean you're going to come to raid? Now after this...moment?" Vaesar managed to moan out as Redacted teased his entrance once more.

The demon hunter paused, looking deep in thought before plunging balls deep into Vaesar. Instead of answering, he pounded him hard against the tree, leaning down to bite against the curve of Vaesar's shoulders and neck! It would leave a mark, but Vaesar didn't care. If it meant having another demon hunter dps to join their ranks once more, he'd take a thousand cocks just to get past Vectis. He would never say it out loud even as he felt his orgasm come. It hit him like a wave, making a mess in between their muscled bodies and decorating their tattoos with white!
Redacted growled, driving himself as deep as he could before letting himself go all the way.
Once their breaths had fallen from heavy pants to soft sighs, Vaesar pulled back even as Redacted reverted back to his normal self.

"Well? Will you help us?"

Vaesar couldn't help but smile up at Redacted before he saw an unfamiliar emotion on his face. Regret? Confusion? He couldn't read it as he hissed when Redacted pulled out and a mess followed.
Instead of helping him to his feet, Redacted dropped Vaesar to the ground and found the remnants that were his clothes.

"Sorry, Vaesar. The Horde needs me."

When Vaesar blinked, instead of a night elf demon hunter standing before him, it was a Blood Elf demon hunter, a smirk still plastered on his lips.
The shock left Vaesar feeling lightheaded once more and he found himself passing out against the tree where Redacted left him alone.

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Kal glared at the unread message from the two demon hunters, lounging on Thanos's couch who seemed more interested in the stone than him. After their meeting with Sonnie and Bastian, Thanos took Kal back to his ship to wait for the other guild members to contact Kal. With no one responding so far, Kal wondered if it really was just a fluke.

"Thanos. I don't think they're coming."

Instead of getting an answer, the purple demi-god only shook his head from side to side, lifting his Infinity Gauntlet to pull Kal against his side.

"No, dear Kal. They have already come. Well... you could say they already came. They came together."

Thanos hugged Kal close, slipping his bare hand underneath the Paladin's clothes while the guild leader seemed to be lost in thought.
A familiar sound made Kal scrunch up his nose, noticing a whisper from Vaesar that would probably surprise him if it wasn't Vaesar.

Vaesara: Won't make it to raid tonight. Got extra class work to do.

Kal noticed the name change but shrugged it off. As long as Thanos had that smile on his face and was happy with the results, Kal would end up happy.

What would make Kal even happier, though, would be for everyone to actually show up for raid.