A/N: I just leave this here.

CONTAINS GRAPHICALLY DESCRIBED SEX SCENE. You're welcome.

/ 3.22.2014
I'm not attempting to be an attention whore, but I really would like to know if you liked the ending or not. I ended up thinking that ending this like this wasn't satisfying enough for me, and I've been writing an oneshot about Thrall's side of this - plus maybe more of them during Siege of Orgrimmar.
If you don't want to favorite or review about Once More, at least tell me if you would like to read more Thrall/Vol'jin from me. Thank you in advance.

Previously happened...

"… Well, let's say that pushed a small pebble down the mountain, causing a huge landslide", Vol'jin sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What I said in there was true afta all… Maybe not when I actually said it, but now…" He glanced at Thrall, who was still watching him. "I realized long time ago who my father was talking about. I'm sorreh. Couldn' help it."

Silence fell over them again, and Vol'jin couldn't figure out its nature. He himself felt awkward and ashamed of himself: after all, Thrall managed to get the truth out of him, even if he didn't want to tell.
Though, he found himself feeling quite relieved as he finally got the matter rolled off his shoulders, but fear was more powerful, squeezing his throat shut.

Why didn't his Warchief say anything?! Was he thinking of possibilities for a quick escape from this situation?

Once again, Vol'jin felt a lump form inside his throat, his long ears dropping. After so many years, he felt like crying. But yet, he couldn't.
Even if he had every right to do so, but he wanted to keep the remaining pieces of his pride. He was raised to be a man, a battle-toughened leader.

Men shouldn't show their feelings like a love-struck teenager. And what did he just do? Pour his heart before Thrall's feet, bracing himself for any negative reactions from his soulmate. He couldn't give in to his feelings and even start to cry pathetically in front of his Warchief.
Groaning mentally, Vol'jin lifted his knees up so he could rest his muscular arms against them, pressing his tusks above them as he turned his gaze down.

"You know…" Thrall voiced slowly, keeping a small break – as if considering what he should say.
"There is nothing you should apologize from me; it's not your fault at all. I'm not mad or disgusted, if that's what you think – that would be odd from me since I've once held the same feelings for you."

At that, Vol'jin's gaze snapped back up to the shaman, eyes widening in shock. "What?"

Thrall smiled, his gaze turning to meet his. "That evening… My intentions weren't that black and white as I made it look like. I felt this weird affection towards you months before it happened, and seeing those trolls just made me wonder…" The shaman turned his eyes away, biting his lip. "I just wanted to hold you like that even once. If I knew about this earlier, we would have avoided these events that occurred today. "

Vol'jin was frozen. Every word Thrall formed hit him like a lightning, the last sentence stabbing him like the sharpest dagger Azeroth could ever bear on her lands.
Thrall had at least liked him once.
If he didn't take his words back after their sexual intercourse, things would be different.

"But now… things have changed too much." Thrall murmured, sending an apologetic look, even if the troll wasn't looking at him anymore.

Vol'jin squeezed his eyes shut so tightly it almost hurt. What he just heard kept repeating itself inside his mind. If he had told about his feelings earlier…

"You're right. It's all my fault…" The Chieftain murmured, cursing himself to the lowest level of Twisting Nether quietly.

He tensed when he felt a warm hand on his elbow, resting there. "If it's your fault, it's my fault as much. I just thought that I shouldn't interfere Loa's plans for you when it comes to finding a mate, so I kept my mouth shut."
Vol'jin grunted, trying repeatedly to swallow another lump that formed in his throat. He had had too much information for today…

Yet another moment of silence fell over them like a heavy blanket. There was too much going on inside Vol'jin's head, that he couldn't get a grip of any thought which passed his mind as fast as a shooting star. His situation hurt even more when he heard Thrall's side of the story – they could have had something if any of them dared to open their mouths.

But now, it's too late. Thrall had lost his feelings for him and has a pregnant wife. He moved on.
And yet, Vol'jin himself can't move on. The only one he could share a real bond with was his soulmate.

Thrall…

A lone wind joined the humming sea, making palm leaves rustle above their heads. Even though Vol'jin's ears were filled with calming noises of the nature – trying to ease the troll's feelings - the silence between him and his Warchief became overwhelming. Even without looking at him, Vol'jin could tell he was troubled, pondering for solutions for the situation they're in.

He wanted to make things easier for Thrall. Chieftain felt guilty for settling his stupid little problems on his Warchief's shoulders, so it should be his move to end the already awkward situation.

So, without any words, he stood up. The wind became stronger – as if disagreeing with his decision -, pulling the ends of his flaming red hair with it. Calmly, he collected the strands with his hand, settling them onto the left side of his neck once he had glanced at Thrall briefly. He hadn't moved at all, which was better for Vol'jin.

For both of them.

Nodding mostly to his own thoughts, Vol'jin turned, leaving Thrall sit on the warm sand alone. He didn't turn back to see if his Warchief watched him go or something - the silence deepening between them was enough.

Only a few steps more, and he could handle all of this quietly in his head and mourn if he wanted to – without losing his pride.

He got inside the Darkspear Headquarters, making his way upstairs hastily. As soon as he reached the top floor, he stopped to think.

Did he make the right decision after all? What if he made himself look coward to Thrall?

What if his Warchief disliked what he just did, coming to a decision of not wanting to see him anymore?

Vol'jin's ears dropped, the numerous earrings tingling faintly as they touched themselves because of the movement. Slowly, he opened the door to the master bedroom, closing it behind him.

He walked to the large window, breathing the salty air in his lungs. His eyes lingered below the palm tree under his window, seeing nothing.

Thrall isn't there anymore.

"Why should he be?" Vol'jin asked himself, chuckling dryly. He pulled the curtains over the window, turning to lit a candle beside his bed.
He locked his eyes into the tiny flame, grimacing at his own thoughts. He wanted to punch a wall or set something on fire - like himself. He was so angry to himself for stalking away like that – which led to disappointing his Warchief. At first some ideas might sound good, but turns out it was a very bad idea, just like a few minutes ago.
"It confirms everythin'. I messed up. There be no one else to blame but me." He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he turned around to face his bedroom – only to see a glimpse of green skin and ocean blue eyes in the darkness of the corridor from the slightly opened door.

"What I just told you about blaming yourself?" A quiet question made the troll quirk his ears back to their original position again, his eyes watching as Thrall entered the room. The door closed behind the ex-Warchief, filling the silence for a brief moment as Vol'jin kept staring at him like a kodo had stepped into his room - he was that surprised.

'Get a hold of yourself!' the Shadow Hunter barked at himself inside his mind, snapping from his odd trance.
"Ya can't just drop it, I see", Vol'jin muttered, crossing his arms against his chest with a grim expression. "Why so, Warchief? If I was ya, I wouldn't want anyting like this to mess up my happy family life."
"If you thought I would leave you like this, you are terribly wrong." Thrall answered, his tone gravely serious. The Chieftain swallowed quietly, his heart starting to beat faster as the orc took slow steps towards him.

Silence fell over them again, both of them eyeing each other. Vol'jin was confused as to why his Warchief had stayed, when there were much simpler options? He had a wife waiting at home, goddamnit, he shouldn't be wasting his time with someone as pathetic as him. Even if he deeply wished the orc would stay by his side, it was better to let him be. That would be fair for all of them - him, Thrall and Aggra. Maybe he should avoid getting in contact with the shaman as well. That would help...

Vol'jin felt the corners of his eyes tingle uncomfortably, making him tear his eyes away from his Warchief. He couldn't help but curse and hope he could sink through the floor to escape the situation.
"Can't you be selfish - for once - and leave, forget dis and move on?" He asked, his voice sounding oddlty thick in his ears.
'This is too much', the red-haired man thought desperately, 'fucking bullheaded prick, stop acting like a hero for once and stop wasting your time here...'
His pathetic thoughts were interrupted by two fingers taking a rather gentle hold of his beard, turning his head to look at Thrall.
"What if I don't want to?" The orc asked quietly, securing the red tuft inside his fist as he lowered the troll's head to his height.

Only then Chieftain noticed how close the other male was. Something in Thrall sent shivers down his spine, his confusion only deepening. Why was Thrall acting like this? It made no sense...
"I..." Vol'jin started, but the other's intense gaze caused his thoughts to disappear without him being able to grasp them properly. He forced to focus his eyes on the hand that was keeping a hold of his beard. "I don' understand why ya keep this up. I imagine it would be easier for you ta just leave. Don't worry about me, it should be ya wife an' unborn child ya should be lookin' after."

"Stop placing yourself below others, Vol'jin", Thrall answered with a voice that sounded like an order, as his thumb grazed the side of the even more confused troll's jaw. "I value your life and well-being as much as I do Aggra's or the child's. Do you know why?"

Vol'jin frowned as the hand holding his beard let go for a moment, only to move to take a hold of his jaw. This whole situation was... bizarre now. He'd dreamt of this day a few times, but the events never led to... this.
Finding himself being unable to voice his answer, he shook his head as much as he could on Thrall's grip.

"You're my brother, thus considered family. And", Thrall paused, suddenly stepping closer. There were mere inches separating their lips, and that fact made the troll shiver in anticipation of where this odd turn of events would go.

Thrall's expression was gravely serious as he stated the next sentence quietly, his ocean blue eyes holding the focus of amber ones.

"We have more history."

Vol'jin's eyes widened in surprise as Thrall's lips crashed on his own, starting to move instantly as he sought for his response. Choking a sob, Vol'jin closed his eyes again, answering to the kiss and pressing closer to the orc's warm body.

With their lips locked, Thrall leant forward, pushing the Chieftain towards the bed gently. Vol'jin felt his thick fingers sink into his hair, venturing through to his scalp and to the back of his neck. The troll hummed approvingly in their kiss, tilting his head to a better angle. He felt a strong tongue press against his lower lip, asking and gaining an access inside his mouth.

He didn't know for how long they were that way, but during their desperate kiss, their bodies started pressing more firmly against each other. Vol'jin felt Thrall's free hand on his left knee – which was laid on top of his right leg on Thrall's one side – and pull his body further away from Vol'jin, breaking the kiss. The Chieftain opened his eyes questioningly as he gasped for air.

The sight above him made his blood rush inside his veins. He had seen that expression on Thrall's face only once in his life, and there it was again.
Unhidden lust could be read from his now darker blue eyes, and a lopsided smirk was playing on his lips.
"Once more?" Thrall asked, his voice low and husky. It made the Chieftain's guts twitch violently.
"But… Wha' about…" He started, not daring to say the other's wife's name out loud.
He couldn't care less about Aggra, but he didn't want Thrall to get in trouble because of him – or make a mistake he would regret afterwards.

"It's great to see you care about her –" Vol'jin snorted at that, making the orc let out a short chuckle. "– but don't think about it too much. I know people won't accept this if someone hears about this, but I see this as a favor for my frustrated best friend." He placed a kiss on Vol'jin's forehead, smiling down at him. "My friend is down and depressed, what does one need to do?"

The Chieftain stared up at the orc, feeling him spread his legs apart from each other so he could place himself between them. His Warchief leaned closer, revealing his slowly thickening hardness by pressing his hips against Vol'jin's own, making him gasp in surprise.
"Get his… moods high and up again", Thrall answered his own question, letting out a short chuckle at Vol'jin's expression.

The Chieftain's heart hammered against his ribcage, considering Thrall's words. What he said was true – but there was a huge risk that something bad will happen because of this. But still, the one who was above him - and between his legs – was Thrall, the one whose touch he dreamt about during his lonely nights.

There is no fucking way he will turn Thrall down now – if things will go bad for him, there is no guarantee he will feel his best friend like this ever again. It may sound selfish, yes – but Vol'jin needed to be this close to his beloved one last time.

Vol'jin looked at his Warchief for a moment, quietly nodding at his thoughts. "Once more."

A lopsided smirk spread on the orc's face, making the Chieftain's insides twitch again.

After a short while – which felt like hours for Vol'jin -, they had found each other's lips again, slowly making out as Thrall's hands ventured along the sides to his abdomen, starting to unclasp his skin-tight vest. The Chieftain rose his back from the sheets, shrugging the vest off and repeating Thrall's actions by pulling his hood down and lift the leather clothing off – along with the large decorations he had on top of the chestpiece. Their lips found themselves again – as if they never stopped kissing, making Vol'jin forget everything completely - fall into his own world for a moment.

Until he felt Thrall's bare hand on his awakening shaft.

With a surprised gasp, he threw his head back, his spine arching at the touch. Holy fuck, when did Thrall get rid of his pants as well?! He didn't notice it at all, he -
A throaty moan escaped the chieftain's moistened lips as Thrall's rough hands started massaging his shaft. He felt a tusk scratch the skin above his throat before the orc buried his face on the crook of his neck, his sharp fangs biting his collarbone gently.

Vol'jin's hands found their way up to Thrall's back, his blunt nails drawing lines on their way down to the orc's hips, starting to pull his kilt down his legs. With a free hand, Thrall helped, finally letting go of his hardened member so he could push himself against the other body below him.

The contact of his Warchief's now bare hardness against his own felt heavenly. The almost hurting nibbles on his neck drove him insane, his heavy breathing echoing in his ears.

His three-fingered hand reached out between them. Thrall lifted himself slightly to break the contact of their erections, so Vol'jin could wrap his thick fingers around the dark green organ craving for attention.
A breathy curse escaped Thrall's lips, making Vol'jin look at him as the dark-haired male lifted his head from his neck, pressing his forehead against his own. A crooked smile appeared on the Shadow Hunter's lips as he brushed his thumb over the tip of the other's thickness, spreading a droplet of precum with rotary movements about the tip. He gazed back at Thrall's blue eyes as he started the same motions he'd done to him a few moments ago, pressing the veins of his cock's surface with his fingertips while massaging it with his palm.

Warm breath brushed over his lips as Thrall closed his eyes to enjoy the touch of Vol'jin's rough fingertips. As his tusks were preventing him from doing some things, the Chieftain ended up nibbling the other's earlobe, sucking on it eagerly. The grunt of pleasure that followed felt like an award far better than a win on the battlefield at that moment, making Vol'jin want to cause more of those noises. He gave the hard organ in his hand a fair squeeze, his movements turning more demanding - and the sucking on his Warchief's earlobe turning more intense.
The results were what he was looking for. A louder groan escaped the orc's lips, and he opened his eyes to look at the Chieftain, lust evident all over his face.
That sight alone made his own manhood twitch in excitement, when he moved to look at the orc. He lunged at his lips, their kiss turning more heated and desperate.

Vol'jin moaned against Thrall's lips when he felt a thick finger push through the ring of muscles that was his entrance. His spine arched in both pain and pleasure, but it was soon eased by careful thrusts in and out. When Thrall pushed a second finger in, the Chieftain's grip on the other's cock slipped away, his both hands now causing scratches in the orc's already scarred back.
Third finger caused his expression to twist into a pained grimace, his eyes closing to prevent his tears of pain - and both sadness and happiness - from rolling down his face.

The movement inside him stopped, letting him get used to the sudden stretching. He could feel Thrall move to nibble on his neck again, trailing down to tease his nipple with a tongue. Vol'jin didn't even care if he was loud anymore, that's how insane Thrall drove him. He just couldn't help but growl in pure pleasure when his muscles got used to the feeling, causing only pleasure when the heavenly fingers started moving again.

But that joy was short lived, as Thrall suddenly pulled out, tugging at his arms. With a whine of protest, Vol'jin opened his eyes, looking at his Warchief, who moved to sit on the bed. With that sexy, lopsided smirk of his, he gathered spit on his fingers. He moved his hand onto his own member, lubricating it with his own saliva.

The sight caused a beast-like growl to emanate from Vol'jin's throat. He raised from lying position, crawling quickly on his Warchief's lap, his ass hovering over the cock he'd dreamt of for years.

"I just want to see you properly." Thrall told him breathily. Vol'jin did never question the sudden change of position, but hearing that made him feel better. A smile - that had been lost for weeks - appeared on his face for a mere moment, before giving way to a groan of pleasure when Thrall gathered more saliva on his fingers and pushed them inside him once again.

"Please", Vol'jin croaked, "I don' care if ya hurt me, I just want your cock now."
'To hell with preparation', the Chieftain thought, 'I've been longing for this for too long.'
Thrall chuckled, pulling his fingers out and placing his left hand on his own cock, and right hand on the Chieftain's hips. "I guess you're ready, then."

And with that, Thrall guided himself to his entrance, pushing the tip of himself inside. Vol'jin closed his eyes in bliss, starting to push himself down with the help of the orc.
The more Thrall was inside him, the more it hurt. A whimper of pain escaped his throat, and Thrall stopped their motion.
"Shh", he hushed, brushing a strand of flaming red hair out of his face. "There is no hurry."
That made Vol'jin open his eyes, finding Thrall smile at him soothingly.

It was the time, when he realized he'd never be able to give his Warchief up to someone else. He had no other option, though, and he didn't know what to do about it.
Despite the heated moment, he wrapped his hands around the other in a desperate hug.
"I don't want to give you up", he started to whisper in his ear in Zandali, not caring if the other understood him or not. "I love you so much that whatever follows after this, I will not be able to forget. Hell, I don't even want to, even if it kills me for the rest of my pitiful life."

Thrall was silent, not really giving any hints if he understood what he said. But he didn't care, maybe it was better if he didn't.
When he retreated from the sudden hug a little to look at the other in the eyes, he was surprised when the other held a expression of concern. Slowly, Thrall wrapped his arms around his middle, pulling him into a slow, gentle kiss. During the kiss, Vol'jin relaxed just enough to be able to push himself down Thrall's cock once again, sheathing it completely inside him. They both groaned in their kiss, and Thrall slid his hand down his sides all the way to his ass, helping him lift up and push down again.
It was still quite painful and caused the long-held tears to finally escape the corners of his eyes, but he didn't care. He told himself to savor the moment while he still can, take all he could. Let it be pain, pleasure, everything was fine to him - as long as it was Thrall who caused it all.

Vol'jin opened his eyes slightly, meeting his Warchief's darkened eyes. The lust was still clearly evident, but he still seemed concerned about something. Frowning slightly, the troll lifted himself almost completely from his cock, slamming all the way back to the base. They both closed his eyes, the other in raw pleasure and the other in both pain and bliss. Vol'jin didn't even notice the tears anymore, and to be honest, he wouldn't care if he did. It was clear for both of them that he was a mess, there really aren't any reason to hide it anymore.

Opening his eyes again, he noticed he got the result he was hoping for: his Warchief wasn't watching him with concern anymore, seeming to focus on the moment again.

Soon, the Chieftain felt his Warchief's cock thicken inside him, telling him the fact he's very near the edge. Judging from the pulsating heat on his own cock, his end would not be far as well - which Thrall probably knew, as his rough hand took a hold of his shaft, jerking it in rhythm with his thrusts.

A breathless moan emanated from deep within the shadow hunter's throat as his climax hit, his seed staining both of them. Even if his body trembled in exhaustion and bliss, he used his remaining strength to ride his Warchief over his line as well, getting a long groan and a feeling of hot seed spilling inside him as a reward.

They both collapsed on the bed, laying on their sides. Either of them didn't make a move to separate their entangled bodies as they took their time catching their breath.

When Thrall pulled himself out of him, realization hit him.

That was it. Even if he wanted the moment to last for eternities, he knew that would never happen. Suppressing a sigh inside his mouth, he rolled to his back - only to find out how sore his ass was.
"... Ow."

"You alright?" Thrall asked, worry clear in his voice. Vol'jin waved a hand at him, attempting to pull some humor from the situation as he fake glared at him.
"My ass hurts like hell."

Thrall barked a short laugh, dragging himself closer so he could place a hand against the troll's lower abdomen. "Sorry, I can fix that."

Vol'jin could feel his lower parts getting colder, as if he'd stepped into icy cold water. He shuddered at it, but was relieved when the pain started to fade away.
"Brr. Are ya trying to freeze my dick off?" He asked, trying to look hurt by lowering his ears and pouting at his Warchief.
"Want me to warm it up?" Thrall winked with a grin, and before the shadow hunter could even react properly, his hand was massaging his shaft which renewed quickly under the gentle touch.
"Wha- again?!" Vol'jin groaned.

Though, they both knew he didn't mind at all.

"You sure you're alright now?" Thrall asked as he cast a water walking spell on him and his brother.
With a smile, Vol'jin nodded. "Ya, don' worry about it."
When he was about to take his first step on the water's surface, he was suddenly pulled into a warm hug. The orc ran his fingers through his stylized hair as he whispered: "Don't hide anything from me, never again. Okay?"
He didn't know if he meant the events today only, or did he mean all this time they had known each other. He didn't dare to put his bet on the latter.
He wrapped his arms around his Warchief, sighing. "Ya. You can count on me."
"Good." Thrall smiled at him, and after confirming nobody was seeing them, he stole one last kiss before stepping into the water. "Come on, you're more than an hour late!"

Vol'jin stopped to stare after Thrall for a moment, frowning slightly. If he didn't know Thrall loved his wife and coming child, he could swear the shaman...
Shaking his head, he grunted to himself in frustration. No. Dreaming about nonexistent things will cause pain only. So, he stepped into the water, hurrying to walk beside his soulmate. He glanced at his hand, longing to take a hold of it, but he had to remind himself that it was over.

They were simply brothers. Best friends. In the end, that's all he could get, and he should get used to it.

He will always be a number two option for his Warchief.

A/N:

I really, really, really feel bad for Vol'jin. I'm so cruel.

This was very hard to write, and you probably saw it from the lack of update for a long time.

Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting and all that. I hope you enjoyed Once More.