Bioware owns dragons age, I just put words together. M/M story.
Taliesin stood on the top on the steps, a tactical advantage and Zevran felt himself loath to meet his eyes. This would not end well.
Through the following conversation, Zevran's refusal to rejoin the Crows, and the subsequent attack on the collected assassins and rouges and whatever else Talesin had managed to convince to join him, Zevran could not shake the feeling that there was no happy outcome to be found in this situation.
On seeing the party work together, Taliesin frowned. Zevran was sheilded by the male grey warden when his own assassins tried to flank and overwhelm them, and there was a shouting hairy dwarf smashing through his ranks to allow the other grey warden access to the archers. The former Crow was never known for working well with others, yet here he was, his quickness and skill complimenting the brute strength of his companions. Shaking his head, he did not hesitate in fleeing the slaughter, and only Zevran noticed, with a wary gaze, Taliesin jumping up and bolting over the nearby rooftops.
Just as well, Zevran thought, he'll find a better life away from the Crows.
The party decided that a warm bed and hot meal would serve them much more than cold bedrolls and Alistair's 'rabbit stew with rabbit'. The Gnawed Noble had enough rooms to accomodate them all, and they each happily settled for an early night.
Zevran awoke to a tightness around his neck, and in alarm he pushed himself out of bed. He saw Taliesin standing over him, a chain in his hand. Naked upon the cold stone floor, having chosen to let his undergarments air in the 'safety' of the inn Zevran cursed his compliancy, but he did remember his weapons were by the bedside, some habits too ingrained to forgo. Zevran reached for daggers which were not there, and slowly raised a hand to his neck. He felt a chain there, too close for comfort, but no catch or release mechanism. He's seen these before, similar to the choke chains used to train Mhabri deemed too vicious for imprinting. A cruel weapon, but not lethal... which spoke of Taliesin's intentions.
"You've grown soft Zev... A warm bed and you lose your wits it seems."
"I will not to back to the Crows....No matter what you do to me." Zevran hissed, realising that Taliesin held the slack of the chain, making it hard to draw breath.
"This isn't about the Crows you fool, its about you and I"
Zevran tried to stand to meet the other elf face to face, but Taliesin yanked upon the chain, and Zevran fell to the ground, fighting for breath.
"She chose you.... I gave her everything and she still chose you. You could have at least had the decency to love her!"
"... Rinna?"
"Of course Rinna! Even as she died she looked to you... and you just laughed..." Talesin's voice had grown softer, darker, and Zevran realised why he was here. Not for him, and not for the Crows, not even for Rinna... for venageance.... Talesin's eyes held a cold cruelty Zevran knew would have mirrored his own a bare few months ago, before he had met the Grey Warden.
Then the door creaked open, and Alistair, half dressed and obvious half asleep stood in the doorway, frowning.
"For pity's sake Zevran.. Whatever you're doing, can't you do it quietly?" And then Alistair took in the scene, and, flushing with embrassassment made to shut the door, thinking that Zevran was somehow consenting to this... Zevran realised he'd have to act quickly, lest he lose the only chance of escape he had.
"Help me!" Zevran gasped, even as Talesin pulled the chain so tight Zevran was forced to arch upwards, desperately trying to gain some space to breathe. Alistair, confused but shocked into action by the proud Zevran's uncharacteristic plea, moved forward, shoulder-barging the assassin and using his weight to knock them both off balance. Held between the floor and the ex-templar, Talesin could only hiss his fury as Alistair stuck his head. Alistair winced as Talesin went limp, and got shakily to his feet.
"What just happened?"
"Your timely intervention just saved my life Alistair.... He was going to kill me...." Zevran suppressed a shudder, his voice low, "It would not have been a good death...."
Seemingly unashamed of his lack of clothes, or the fact he was wheezing heavily Zevran bent down and managed to finally claim back some slack on the chain, pulling it over his head and rubbing the redness round his neck. Looking round the room he found where Talesin had moved his daggers, and, avoiding Alistair's eyes, drew a blade sharply across the downed assassin's throat. Blood gushed and pooled on the floor, and Zevran felt a weight press hard upon his chest. He stood back, and met Alistair's eyes. They were not judging, but soft, concerned.
"Let's get you out of here, we can deal with ..ilthat/il in the morning."
Zevran let himself be led from the room, feeling lightheaded and weak from being breathless so long. He was slightly surprised when Alistair opened the door to his own room, and gestured the elf inside.
"There's only the one bed, but I'm just as happy on the ground." Alistair turned his back to drag a bedroll from the cluttered pile of camping gear and armour stashed in the corner of the room. Watching the large man bend over and try to prize out the tattered bedroll without making any noise was amusing in itself, but when the bedroll appeared stuck, and caused Alistair to heave Zevran felt a wry smile touch his lips, and a series of wicked thoughts enter his head.
"Alistair...?" Zevran croaked, as he perched himself upon the bed.
Alistair turned round, to see Zevran touch slender fingers to the red welts on his neck, and clambered over hurriedly.
"Maker I'm so stupid, I didn't see...Didn't think... Do you want me to fetch Wynn? Or a set of bandages...?"
Zevran shook his head, smiling faintly.
"No... but I do want to repay you for what you did tonight."
"Repay...?" Alistair swallowed thickly, the glint in the Antivan's eyes unnerving him.
Zevran placed a hand on Alistiars shoulder, pulling him alongside him on the bed, and ran his other hand down Alistair's board chest.
"Um.. Zev? I'm not sure what you're planning... but... I...." Alistair voice was silenced by Zevran's soft breath on his neck, and his fingers gently stroking over the material of his undergarments. He tilted his head back in a moan, and Zevran pressed his lips against the soft skin of his throat, his hand working round the underwear, loosening them round Alistair's hips.
"So Alistair... will you let me thank you.. in my own way?" Zevran's voice carried his sly smile as Alistair fought to control himself under the elf's tender attentions.
"...Ye... yes." Alistair breathed heavily as Zevran slipped to the floor, dragging the undergarments from Alistair and letting his hot breath caress Alistair's rapidly growing arsoual. With one hand around the small of Alistair's back, pulling him in and the other gently sliding between Alistair's legs and teasing his ballsack, Zevran leaned in. He started to kiss the tip of Alistairs manhood, tongue darting out and drinking in the taste of his partner. Gripping the bedsheets, toes curled, Alistair felt the Antivan's tongue lavish over him. He tried to hold onto some semblance of thought, but as Zevran took him in he was lost in wave of pleasure.
Mouth filled, and sucking slowly Zevran made murmurs of satifation at Alistair's low moans, the vibrations carrying up Alistair's spine. He grabbed at Zevran's head, urging him closer, feeling the soft blond hair brush against his knuckles. Zevran would not be rushed, he took his time, teasing and tasting, pushing Alistair to the limits of his thershold.
Zevran pulled Alistair in as deep as he could, using both hands on his hips and swallowing hungrily. Savouring the heat, and running his lips up and down the lenght of him, building up tension and pace, his own breath coming short and shallow as he felt Alistair reach the point of climax. When he felt Alistair shudder with release he slowly let the other man slump onto the bed. Alistair however, rather than loosening his grip on the elf pulled him tighter, bringing a long ear to his panting lips.
"...More."
Zevran's surprise lasted only a moment, as he guided Alistair round on the bed, himself underneath. He watched the other man intently, and saw the look of desire, of lust and gave himself up to the emotions, nodding his approval. Alistair's weight upon his body was welcome, warming and the smell of sweat and arousal flooded his senses, draining him of any will to resist.
Alistair bent down, pressing his mouth against Zevran's, kissing him deeply. His tongue met the elf's, and his hands cupped round the slender face, fingers tracing the dark lines of ink there. Leaning into the kiss, savoring the heat building between their bodies, Alistair felt the ex-Crow's own excitement against his thigh. He uttered a breathly grunt as he slid a hand to wrap round it, marveling at how it made the elf's lithe body twitch and writhe in responce.
Zevran arched into Alistair's embrace, his teeth brushing aginst cheek, nibbling lightly on Alistiar's ear until the man's breath caught. Deft fingers caressed around muscles, and down his spine, dancing across nipples and up the inside of Alistair's leg. Alistair swayed as he tried to stop his arms from buckling, and found himself supported by Zevran, a knowing grin spreading across his face. Tilting Alistiar to the side so he had room to maneuver, he became kissing down his neck, round nipples and past Alistair's taunt stomach. He licked Alistair's hardening member, making it slick with salvia before crawling back up the bed to meet Alistair's eyes.
Tingling with desire, Zevran started to raise his hips, one leg round Alistair's waist as he guided them into position for penetraion. Alistair took a shuddering breath as Zevran moved himself forward and back, stroking the tip, readying himself. Unable to hold back one second longer, he plunged forth, watching Zevran gasp as he filled the Antivan.
He pressed forwards, then started to move. Zevran felt himself clutch tightly with his leg, his hips matching Alistair's pace, his back arched and his head pressed into the bed. As Alistair started to delve deeper, Zevran found it hard to breathe, his breath being forced out by the delicious throbbing pressure Alistair was building inside of him. His short gasps, and the way his entire body moved in time with his thrusts drove Alistair to grip the elf by the hips, and pound harder into him. Zevran found himself at the mercy of a lust he could not control, and did not want to. Alistair's wild grunts, and desperate slamming against the elf drove him to arch and surge from the bed, his gratification spurting froth in a hot heat he could no longer contain. As Zevran's back stretched suddenly, Alistair felt the elf tightening around him and with a low gasping cry he pushed inside the elf one final time, ejeculating deep into Zevran.
They collapsed together, breathing heavily, bodies beaded with sweat. Zevran allowed Alistair to wrap one heated arm around him, and nuzzle into his neck, and soon, Alistair's breath slowed to a peaceful snore as he fell alseep. Carefully, Zevran reached for the blanket, and pulled it over them, trying not to disturb Alistair as he made sure neither would catch a chill through the night.
How they would explain the body in the bedroom, how they would move on from tonight and how they would handle the other party members' reactions, these were all things best tackled after a good night sleep.