SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

A/N: Most all characters and places are owned and property of Bioware (exception Searia and a few other minor characters). This is an A/U story and will not follow the original canon.

For the purposes of the story I'm about to tell, Alistair was not crowned King until after the events in Awakening (meaning he was with my Warden during those events) and Fergus was Regent in his place until Ferelden was deemed (mostly) secure from the immediate threat of Darkspawn. This is the additional story of my Warden and tracking down the Maleficar Morrigan.

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Chapter ONE

~Unlikely Futures ~

Urthemiel held her captive. She couldn't move; couldn't escape his deadly grasp. His claws pinned her to the cracked stone. The sulfuric breath beating down on her chest felt like flame— slowly searing away her will, her power. Underneath everything, the pain and disgust, the nauseous crawling feeling the beast had on the taint in her bloood—she felt pity. Here was an old god, "the beautiful one"… look at him now.

"You are mine child," he called to her mind. His face inches from her own Dark drool-like slime dripping down his corrupted snout. "You will come when I call."

"Never!" she screamed out trying to submerge the fear that gripped her. "I killed you… I-I…"

"You what? Killed my body? Yes. Killed my soul, my spirit, the essence of that which I am? I think not."

Her mind refused to believe the demons taunts. "Liar! I saw you fall under my blade. You—"

"No, you," he boomed, as the force of his claws crushed down on her ribs. "You gave me rebirth. You chose love. Him, over the death that should have claimed you both."

Silence filled the space between them. She struggled to breathe under him as the answer came to her mind. "M-Morrigan… the ritual."

"The Archdemon snapped its jaws in answer; the hint of a smile lingering in her mind. "You will come when I call human. My blood sings to you, it calls to the corruption inside… you will be mine. Your debt has yet to be paid."

-X-

Searia gasped and sprung awake as the dark dream released her. Unbidden tears streamed down her face as she tried to regain control. She sat up slowly letting her ragged breath calm. What the flying nug-humpers just happened? No dream, not even during the Blight had had that effect on her. Fear, yes, foreboding most definitely, but never this skin crawling hint of truth. She clenched her eyes and teeth as she tried to ground herself. No, it was just a dream, not a vision… or was it a message? No. No, no, no. It was just the cursed taint having an effect on the Fade. This, this here, this room was reality. She sniffed as more tears rolled down her face, hands clenched in the sheets.

The bed shifted beside her and a callused hand brushed the remaining tears. An uncontrolled smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She looked up into his caramel eyes, pushed her forehead naturally against his and sighed.

Alistair brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Another dream babe?"

"Hah, you could say that." She gripped his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. "I wish I knew what it all meant. I know it's not my calling, it's too early but it feels… wrong, tainted."

Worry painfully wrenched in his gut at the thought of losing the woman he loved be it through the calling or otherwise. "Don't say that, it-it could be anything. Some Wardens struggle sleeping their whole lives. I don't know what it is, but it's not your time…" he squeezed her hand in support, as if trying to convince himself that everything was alright, "it can't be."

Searia fell back into the soft bed and turned on her side gesturing for Alistair to lie next to her. He pulled her against him and she snuggled into his chest relishing the feel of his arms around her. "I don't think it's that either," she ran her hands over his bare chest smiling as she felt him shiver beneath her touch," but it does feel like something."

"Mmm, that feels good," he said slowly sliding a hand up her thigh and cupping her bottom in his palm pushing her body flush against him. "What do you mean?"

Desire tightened in her belly. Was it normal for them to still want one another like this, does it ever go away? She didn't know but relished every second of it, every touch, and every stolen moment. She tried to concentrate as she answered him which was becoming exceedingly difficult. "It's like something's drawing me, calling me towards it. The dreams…they're like nothing I've ever experienced before. Like," she looked up at him silently apologizing for what she was about to say, and had to do, "like my job isn't quite done yet."

Alistair bent his head towards her and kissed her neck avoiding her eyes, he couldn't let her see the pain in his. A moan escaped her lips as she nuzzled deeper into him, he tasted so sweet, her skin so soft, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon consuming him. It never failed to amaze him how much he craved this woman, how much he ached for her. His lips kissed upwards before nipping playfully at her earlobe.

"This is where you belong," he said, not sure if he was trying to convince her or himself. The hunger in his voice was staggering, driving her to buck her hips against his already rigid member. "Here, in my arms…wanting, aching for me, my touch, my mouth."

He rolled on top of her and slowly started to unbutton his white dress shirt she wore to bed. As the last button came undone he opened the shirt exposing her soft olive skin and perfect breasts. He trailed his nose up the valley between, reveling in the way she shuddered under him before letting his mouth come to a stop at her lips. "Calling my name as I thrust into you, driving you higher until your body shudders with pleasure as I make you come again…and again."

Searia could feel her desire pool between her legs. So much had changed since there first time together, he now knew her body as well if not more than she did. No longer was he the inexperienced boy from the Blight, but a man, a King of both her heart and the people; and he was hers. Her body trembled in anticipation; she needed him like a dying man needed hope. He was her escape, always had been. He could make her forget everything when they were together like this, when they loved like this. Her hand pressed into his shoulder, "Maker Ali, I want—"

He cut her off as his mouth took possession of hers. He loved the taste of her, hunger drove him, and his member throbbed painfully as he let himself be consumed by her. Her fingers ran through his hair pulling him into a deeper kiss. Their tongues tangled, intertwining in motion escalating the passion that claimed them.

He moved his face over her neck hitting all the right spots as her breath came in heated pants. Skillfully he positioned his hand before her sex the other supporting his weight. He could feel the heat of her desire radiating off her, his own hips bucked in anticipation.

Kissing a path down her neck he licked the valley between her breasts, "Mmm, you're so sweet." He looked up into her face as his tongue curled around a nipple, her amethyst eyes piercing him with uninhibited desire. The power he had over her like this never failed to thrill him. So strong in everything, always the one to lead them to battle, always the one to hold back, never vulnerable; but here in his bed, so soft, exuding feminine sensuality, she would submit to him, beg him, excite him like he never thought possible.

Searia slid her hands over his shoulders, "Ali-Alistair…please." His tongue tortured her with pleasure, caressing, biting and nibbling her until she pleaded for any kind of release.

"Tell me Seari, tell me what you want."

She bit her lip as her mind raced thinking of all things she wanted him to do to her, of all the pleasures she could give him. She felt his hated mouth envelop her breast and sighed. "Oh Ali…I nee—"

"Fffuck," she cried as raw pleasure ripped through her, his finger deftly sliding aside her smalls and swiftly entering her core. She could feel core clutch around him as he added another finger into her. Higher and higher she climbed, her hips pressing towards him begging for more.

He sat up and a devious smile crossed his lips. He withdrew from her, laughing when a pout crossed her face, and hooped his fingers through her smalls dragging them down her legs. "Maker you're so wet."

"Your fault," she retorted a wicked smile on her face. He thrust his fingers back inside her with a wicked grin of his own, dragging them in and out while his thumb massaged her bundle of nerves driving her to the edge.

She cried his name over and over as pleasure rode over everything else. She felt him shift-his tongue taking the place of his thumb as he tasted her lust. Such wicked pleasure he gave her until she cried his name into the night, her body trembling with liquid tremors.

He lifted himself from the juncture between her legs and licked his lips sending a jolt of desire to her core. "You taste like heaven."

Searia sat up and discarded the shirt around her shoulders loving the way his eyes never left her body, the way his hands slid across her chest. She pulled him to her and enraptured him in a hungry kiss tasting herself as her tongue caressed his own. His hands coming up to cup her face, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. Sliding a hand between them she let her hand glide over his imprisoned member.

Alistair growled against her lips, he could feel himself pressing painfully against his shorts, begging her to release him from the obstruction. She pulled him up with her as she rose to her knees. Her nails erotically scratching over his chest before transforming into a sensual caress as they came to a rest at his hips. Slowly she slid off his shorts, her eyes admiring his masculine beauty, her soft hands gliding delicately over his desire.

"Seari…"

She leaned up and bit his earlobe playfully, her hand never releasing contact from his cock. "Oh, so hard…"

His hips impulsively bucked forward forcing her hand to glide roughly over him. Her eyes looked up at him and he gave her a wicked smile—his hands sensually teasing her taut nipples, "Just for you."

Alistair watched as she bent before him. He could feel the heat of her breath, her mouth oh so close. She snaked out a tongue licking at the sensitive tip. His hands sliding through her hair as a moan of pleasure ripped free. He needed her he need more, now.

He watched as she wrapped her mouth around him, the view… it was all too much, yet not nearly enough. He thrust his hips forward propelling himself deeper in her mouth. "Oh Love… you're killing me."

She laughed, laughed at him. He would have chastised her but the sensation of it on him nearly drove him to the brink.

Searia smiled. Oh how she loved this man. The feel and taste of him as he thrust into her mouth, she cherished every second of it. Swirling her tongue and gliding back and forth she pushed him higher, but never quite letting him throw himself off the edge. Every growl from his lips urging her to give him the release he needed.

"Seari, love… please," he panted.

Hands on his thigh's she pulled him in deeper, her jaw ached and throat protested but she didn't care, she wanted… needed to give this to him. Her mouth causing him such pleasure it almost hurt. Then he felt it, a jolt of pleasure running from her hands to his groin. He cried out her name as he came in her mouth, shuddering from the force of his orgasm.

He recovered shortly after hands bracing against his knees for support. One look in her eyes and he had to have her again, had to be inside her. His mouth found her breast as a hand leaned them back onto the bed.

"I love when you do that to me," he said with labored breath.

She arched into him as he toyed with her, she love the feel of his mouth on her body. Sliding a hand up his muscled chest she whispered, "what, this?" and sent another twinge of soft electricity through him leaving all his hair stand on end, while a plethora of goose-bumps covered his skin.

Alistair shivered as pleasure coursed through his body—his member once again aching to be inside her. He kissed his way up her neck distracting her before he slipped a finger inside her. "Yess, that."

"Maker," she cried. "Ali, Ali pleeease. I-I need you inside me…"

He leaned over her and captured her lips, placing his member just before her entrance teasing her with the slight contact. "Your wish is my command."

Searia cried out his name as he surged into her. The weight of him inside her filling her with wonton pleasure. Alistair thrust into her rhythmically driving them both racing towards the edge. He sat up and pulled her hips against him, filling her to the hilt.

"Fuck… Ali." Her hands knotted in the sheets around her as he drove into her faster, harder. Her stomach tightened as the first ripple of pleasure coursed through her. Her hands flew to his legs as her nails clawed down them, an intense orgasm ripping through her body.

Alistair felt her hot sheath spasm around him as she came. A flood of pleasure consuming him as her nails dug into his legs, shooting rhythmic waves through him as he followed her over the edge.

Heavy breathing filled the night around them. He gathered her naked form close to him and lie beside her brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you."

She squirmed closer to him, snuggling into the embrace. "I love you too."

It was quiet for a time, the silence between them one of happy pleasure and labored breathing. Alistair idly toyed with her hair as her ran her hands up and down his chest rhythmically. He wanted this woman more than anything, yet it was the one thing he couldn't have. They had postponed the inevitable as long as they could. Fergus did more than either of them could have ask for, but there time as a couple, legally was at an end.

"Seari" he said barely above a whisper, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. For you to be in my arms like this every night as my wife. If I could, you know I'd marry you in a heartbeat, and I'm gonna to try and do just that… whatever it takes no matter how long it takes me." His thumb trailed an invisible pattern on her arm. " I-I just wanted you to know that for the rest of my life, you're going to be the only one I am and want to be with. Today… the coronation, it doesn't mean anything, that this," he squeezed her in his arms, "has to change."

Her heart ached, longing for the future he envisioned with her, yet knowing that it was a fools dream. Tears rolled unbidden down her cheeks. She knew with all of her heart that he meant what he said. That he would try to find a way, that he would stay with her and only her, no matter how much the people needed an heir, but she didn't know if she could do it. She loved him more than she ever dreamed possible, but she didn't know if she could spend the rest of her life as the love of her life's mistress. She had no desire to be Queen, but she wanted and craved to be his wife, to have that claim, to be able to stop Emon and the other nobles shoving themselves and daughters at him. Like this, she would just have to watch, or even worse worry when she was away. He was a man after all, he might not want to be with them, to want anyone else as his wife, but there really is only so much temptation a person can take. When that time came, and he told her, she would be furious, but could she really blame him? Would he blame her? Oh what a mess.

She pretended to scratch her face and wiped the tears away trying to regain some emotional control. "I know, and I want nothing more than to be your wife. I know you too well—you'd do anything in you power that would allow us to be together, but we both know that chantry would never allow it, let alone the templar's. Even if it did happen and mage's were granted the privilege of marriage, or even freedom, they'd never allow one to rule." Not without something drastic, and most likely bloody.

He rolled her toward him and lifted her face so he could look in her eyes. "You don't know that. You're not just any mage you know; you're the Hero of Ferelden. Right or no, that does grant you certain privileges."

"Yes it may, but you also forget how reluctant they were to even grant me that title. If not for your, Fergus', and Orzamar's insistence on the matter, I doubt they would have even said a thank you."

He kissed her softly trying to convey just how much she meant to him, his heart throbbing painfully at the thought of never being able to spend his life with her. "I just don't want being King to come between us. We've been through so much together; I don't want to lose you because of some silly title. I know being a Warden comes first for you, which means you won't always be able to be by my side, and as much as that kills and scares the shit out of me I know it's what you're meant to do, what you have to do. And if it's means anything, you know I'd rather be out there with the Darkspawn and swords then in here with these stuffy nobles and sneaky wordplay."

She slid a hand down his arm and kissed his cheek. "You know it's too bad that you won't marry," she said sarcastically, trying to turn the conversation toward happier thoughts. "You're really good at this whole husband thing… such a shame to waste it all on me."

A wicked smile sprung to his lips. "Oh really you think so, hmm well we'll just have to see what you think after I do this."

His hands wrapped around her waist as he attacked her body with his hands. Her screams of laughter filled the room as he tickled her into submission. Then lovingly he showed her how much he loved and desired her one more time before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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