So, I've officially jumped on the Dorian ship...
And this is the result. It was supposed to just be a fun little scenario where Dorian walks in on the Inquisitor bathing and then flees in embarrassment but then it became a bit steamy *coughs
Enjoy ;)
WARNING: Sexual situation between men M/M.
Trevelyan sighed as he trudged into his private quarters. It had been a long day. The war council had lasted hours, much longer than it should have in his opinion but being a bit of a crowd pleaser sometimes he had sat and listened to every bit of information with full attention in order to come up with the outcome that would satisfy more or less everyone.
Leaning his staff on the wall next to his desk he made his way towards the spacious washroom adjoined to his quarters. There were some perks to being the Inquisitor after all. He smiled as he saw the steam rising from the already full stone bathtub that dominated the far side of the chamber. He would have to thank the maid next time he ran into her. The girl had developed a knack for guessing when he would like a nice, hot soak; a talent he had come to appreciate greatly.
Stripping his robes off swiftly, dumping them in a messy pile in the corner he padded over to the tub and lowered himself into the near scalding water with a groan of appreciation. Trevelyan smiled as the warmth traveled through his body, relaxing his tired muscles. His eyes drifted closed as he leaned back against the edge, his one arm dangling over the side of the tub while the other rested on his belly.
After what had felt like ages he opened his eyes again and sat up a bit. A lock of his long dark hair fell forward into his face. He peered at it for a while, finally judging that it was not quite as greasy as Vivienne had pointed out earlier. He frowned a bit at recalling the memory. Did she really expect him to wash his hair every day anyway with all his running around trying to stop the world from ending? Sighing again he reached over towards the various vials and bottles arranged on the small ledge next to the tub, grabbing a large blue one and dumping a liberal amount of the contents onto his head. Soon his head was a mass of foam and bubbles as he worked the soap into his scalp. He then stood briefly to scrub the sweat off his body before sitting back down. He closed his eyes once more and leaned back again, letting the soap really soak into his hair just like Viv had instructed him to.
He had barely started to relax again when sudden footsteps in the other room made him sit up. Turning to the door, a stunning spell ready to fire just incase things went south, Trevelyan almost gasped as Dorian strode into the washroom, a pile of linens and towels in his arms. The Magister's eyes went wide when he saw the Inquisitor in the tub. He froze and dropped the pile. There was a crunch as a bottle of soap hidden within the bundle cracked.
"Uh, um, Inquisitor… I um-" Dorian stammered, a deep blush spreading across his face, stopping when he saw the small smile on Trevelyan's face.
"Something funny, Inquisitor?" he asked.
"It's just amusing to see you stumbling over your words for once. You're usually so collected." Trevelyan said with a grin.
"Well you would stumble a bit too if you walk in ready for a bath to find a very naked, very handsome Inquisitor in the tub." Dorian said swiftly, his eyes going wide again when he realized what he had said. He looked away from the tub to stare at the floor.
"I apologize, Inquisitor. I was told that I could bathe here seeing as Bull had all but flooded the main washroom. I was not aware that you would be in your quarters right now." He said while leaning down to pick up his things.
"Dorian, it is no trouble. I'll just finish up and then it's all yours." Trevelyan said with a smile before plunging into the water to rinse his hair.
He was a bit surprised when he came back up to see Dorian still standing there waiting. He had expected the Magister to go running the moment he could but instead the handsome mage stood in what appeared to be a state of deep internal conflict.
Trevelyan smiled softly to himself before standing up in the tub, the water cascading down his body as he did so. Dorian's eyes seemed to bulge as he stared at the naked man in front of him, making Trevelyan's smile widen. Without saying a word the naked mage strode over and took one of the towels from the Magisters pile and started to dry himself lazily, taking care not to cover his body too much. He could almost feel the hungry looks Dorian gave him as he moved the fabric across his body. Just as he reached up to dry his long, dark hair a hand suddenly gripped his wrist.
Trevelyan looked up to stare directly into Dorian's eyes. The primal lust he saw burning there sent such a powerful sensation shooting through him that he dropped the towel, it pooling around his legs.
"Dorian-" he began to say but stopped as another hand reached out to pull him closer.
"Ever since the first day we met I couldn't help but want you, Inquisitor." The Magister whispered a bit hoarsely, their lips nearly touching.
"We've known each other a while now, Dorian. Why haven't you said something earlier?" Trevelyan asked.
"I- In Tevinter 'this' type of behavior is frowned upon. How can magical bloodlines flourish between two men or two women?" Dorian whispered.
Trevelyan smiled sadly.
"I see. But…"
"But?"
"You aren't in Tevinter anymore." Trevelyan said with a grin that made the blush creep back up Dorian's neck.
"No, I suppose I'm not." Dorian whispered, a grin now spreading across his face.
"You know, I find it really unfair that I'm standing here naked while you still have all that fabric covering you up." Trevelyan said while gesturing towards the robes that Dorian wore.
Dorian smiled at him almost shyly before moving his hands to the various buckles and straps holding his clothes together. Soon he was left in only his trousers. Trevelyan looked him up and down hungrily, moving forward to stroke his hands through the dusting of dark hair that spread from the Magisters chest down underneath the waistline of his pants. Dorian let out a small groan that made Trevelyan's eyebrows rise.
"I think I might not have scrubbed off all the grime earlier," he lied, pulling Dorian towards the tub." I may need to get back in the water."
Dorian smiled, stopping to pull off his trousers before stepping forward and climbing into the bath just as Trevelyan settled back into the foamy water. The two men said nothing for a while, both just staring at each other. Dorian moved first, reaching out and taking the same blue bottle from the ledge. He grinned as he stood up in the water, displaying his hardening cock as he began rubbing the soap across his skin. Trevelyan smiled and leaned back to watch as the Magister washed himself. After a moment Dorian turned to show off his backside while he bathed. Trevelyan stood and reached over to pull the Magister closer, grabbing the bottle and pouring some of the soap into his hand. Slowly he reached up and began washing the Magisters back, paying special attention to his ass, making Dorian moan with pleasure.
In a sudden movement that sent water splashing everywhere Dorian spun and pulled Trevelyan into a passionate kiss. With one hand he reached around to hug him close while stroking his other across the stubbly cheek of the other man. He could feel Trevelyan smile into the kiss. With another big splash they fell back down into the water, Trevelyan pulling Dorian on top of him. After some more fervent kissing they finally broke apart. Trevelyan grinned suggestively at the other man as he bucked his hips, making their erect cocks brush together. Dorian gasped with pleasure at this and dived back in for another wet kiss.
A sudden gasp at the door made both men break apart from the kiss and swivel around to see a wide-eyed Cassandra wrapped in a towel gaping at them. Clearly she had also been redirected to the Inquisitors washroom due to the other being temporarily out of service. The seeker tried to speak but her voice failed her, her face as red as a tomato. After another moment she bolted.
Trevelyan chuckled as Dorian smiled down at him.
"Now, where were we?" the Magister asked as he leaned in close.
Trevelyan bucked his hips again, sending another wave of pleasure through the Magister.
"Oh yes, of course." He said with a grin before crushing his lips to the others again.
Definitely the best bath he had ever taken.
Might write some more on these two someday (If anyone wants some more that is)