He was looking for an opportunity. Dalibor was always looking for some opportunity to piss someone off and assert his dominance in his inner circle. Whether it be forcing Dorian to face his father, taking no part in Vivienne's rebranding of the circle and just ignoring his advisers. Who are they to tell him how to run the Inquisition?

He wasn't supposed to be Inquisitor. Men like him are never meant to have power. It was a mistake that he didn't want t be a part of but was willing to milk it of its benefits until he's undoubtedly made tranquil. It would happen; as soon as Corypheus is gone the Templars would take him first. Before all this, he was a traveller and an assassin. Rogue's took up that kind of business, but Dali was different.

He was an extremist in his views. Mage superiority was his whole political views. He wanted to disband the chantry, Kill every Templar and the seekers alike in a revolution like no other. He worked alone and always had; his position now was most uncomfortable for him.

However, all that was out shadowed by the mere fact he was a blood mage. It frightened people a lot.

He preferred not having friends. It made it easier to be cruel. There were rumours of tyranny when he walked past with lots of disgust. Cole reads his head accurately; the man wishes to rip the baby from her mother's breast so others feel the pain. Vivienne hides up there knowing she won't have to deal with him. Cassandra fears him in the way she feared the mage that killed her brother. Dorian describes him as bad as a Venatori extremist, telling him he'd fit in better there. It was all hushed; he has his devout followers who refuse to accept anything other than he's the Herald of Andraste.

It was a late night in Skyhold and his lust for power was a flaming fire in his belly. He wanted someone to piss off, someone challenging him on his ruling, someone to play the punching bag for that lust.

He wanted to ruin someone's life so fucking much.

A trip to the Tavern to see what miserable fucker is in there today. Only the most miserable of miserable hang out there at this time of night. Dalibor went inside, scanning the room for anyone of interest. Just peasants were drinking away their miseries in this period of need. No one of interest.

Except...

"Fuck sake, you're fucking pissed,"

Dalibor heard the shrieking words of Sera who was sitting at the bar. Next to her sat Blackwall. Well, more like slumped. Maker's breath, he could see how much Blackwall has had to drink. Pathetic, Dali thought to himself as he took the moral high ground because he never has drunk alcohol in his life.

"You know, you aren't fun when you drink either. You get all sleepy and shit," Sera said, patting the Warden on the back, "Come on Beardy, if something is troubling you, I'm all ears... well and blood, mouths..."

"It's nothing Sera..." Maker, he sounded down in the dumps. Good, kick a puppy when it's lost its mother. All the more amusing. Blackwall always seemed like the perfect victim; he constantly looked as if someone has chopped his balls off. He was also someone that looked as if he could kill someone, him being a victim would be hard to believe.

Yes, perfect. Dalibor stayed hidden as he sat at a table where he thought of something.

"It is not "it's nothing Sera,"She mimicked his voice, "You are tough as nails yeah, don't want you looking all gloomy and shit. We friends and that's what friends do, listen,"

"No. It's..." Dalibor wanted to know what was making his Warden so down. Surely, it had to be important... or enough that Dali could use it against him. "Nothing. I've had a sufficient amount to drink, and I need to sleep,"

"Pft. Alright. When you finish lying to me, you'll come tell me when you've stopped being a moany face right?" Sera said, only to get a grunt in response. Blackwall knew she didn't mean harm, she had a strange yet comforting way of showing who she liked. They were friends; he valued that but sometimes he wondered how long he could keep this facade going.

They had exchanged farewells before Blackwall left the tavern; unaware of night stalkers. Dalibor had waited a few moments before he got up to follow. He knew what he wanted to do. Despite his very low sex drive, the thought of overpowering the man while in a drunken state, fucking him against his will and then gaslighting him until he snaps made a Cheshire-like grin appear on his face.

And so, he got up to follow him.

Blackwall immediately cursed himself for walking back to the barn himself. Blackwall was stumbling all over the place and completely misplacing his steps. He cursed himself for drinking so much too, but he thought it would cure his unhappiness. It only made it worse, and he was about to stumble again, but then he felt a sharp pair of hands go to catch him.

"Wouldn't want my favourite Warden getting injured,"

He settled his feet and looked at the man who had caught him. Inquisitor Dalibor, a blood mage and a tyrant. Immediately, Blackwall pulled away not wishing to be in the others company. He knew Dalibor enjoyed making others suffer, and it did not sit well with him.

"I can handle myself," he grunted and went to move, but Blackwall nearly fell again which caused Dali to grab him tightly. The older man hissed but did not resist. Perhaps he did need someone to take him home, it looked as if Dali was willing anyway.

"You can't," Dali said sternly, snaking an arm around his waist. Blackwall wanted to move away, but he was not able to get away from Dali's grip, "I just wanna walk you home. Not sacrifice kittens in the moonlight," He started walking, forcing Blackwall to walk with him.

"Just take me home then," Blackwall obviously wasn't one for conversation. It was okay; Blackwall was always the first one to call Dali out on being a tyrant when the opportunity arose. He was surprised he even stayed but where else was he going to go? He had a place to stay and Sera.

Plus, there was also Josephine.

Just arriving at the stables, Blackwall expected that Dalibor was going to leave him there, but now, arm wrapped around the waist, he looked at him, "Is your bed upstairs? I wouldn't want you to fall and be out of action,"

Blackwall scowled, why was he so nice to him? Dalibor never came down to the stables, never took him anywhere, and suddenly he took an interest in his health? There was something suspicious going on. Again, he felt weak due to the alcohol so he just let Dali get onto it and nodded. Up the stairs he went, Dalibor holding him tight.

Once they were there, Dalibor didn't stop till they got to the bed and that was when Blackwall actually pulled away, "Thank you, Inquisitor," he said, bowing his head slightly before waiting for the other man to go.

Dalibor smiled, "Anytime Warden Blackwall," However, he did not go just yet and decided to go with the plan he had in his head. Dalibor replaced his smile with a grin, "You shouldn't drink so much Blackwall. I think you are too comfortable here that you don't think someone will take advantage of you," He reached for his bloodletting knife knowing that Blackwall would struggle against him.

"What do you-" The Warden turned to face him before Dali quickly shoved the other onto the bed. It was such a shock to the much older man that his immediate reaction was a little delayed giving Dali enough time to climb on top of him like an animal attacking pray.

"You always act like the victim," Dali sliced his hand, letting the blood drip onto the others Gambeson. The younger males eyes glowing a dark shade of red.

"You bastard, fucking get off of me before I-" He was cut off with a pain that shook him and then... nothing. He couldn't move his limbs! He tried lifting his arm to push Dali away from him, but he couldn't lift them. It was as if two heavy sacks were on them, "Blood magic... always fucking blood magic with you..."

"I'm afraid so my dear Warden," Dali settled himself straddling the older man's hips, "I don't usually enjoy this sort of thing. I don't crave sex but... you always look miserable. I hate when people are unhappy, and I'm not causing it," While he spoke, he removed the man's Gambeson and then found the hem in the others undershirt. As soon as Blackwall realised what was about to go down, he yelled and tried his best to move his arms or legs, but they were stuck.

"Shhh," Dali hushed, cupping the man's face in a sick lovingly way, "If you behave, you might even enjoy this as much as I do," He knew that wasn't true, and Dali wanted the other to suffer because of this. Dali rolled his hips against the others, and it causes him to suck in a big bit of air. Dalibor didn't enjoy sex like a normal person; he spent his life running from Templars to actually enjoy a lot of things that he should have experienced. Maybe that's why he still acts this way.

Blackwall felt trapped. Not only was he stuck because some magical force was keeping him down but this man was rutting on top of him. Dali took the hem of his shirt and ripped it off. "I'm quite the fan of a big muscle bound man if I'm quite honest," Dali mused as he dragged a finger down the others chest. Not only was Blackwall trapped but he was fucking terrified. He didn't have control. Dali's hands were warm, fingertips lit with warm fire to warm the man up.

"Please... don't do this," The other said, trying to sound angry like he'd kill Dali after this if he didn't but in all honesty, Blackwall was terrified. The other ignored him; his hand reaching the others band to his trousers. Dali smiled, not a very nice one at that, and cupped the other's crotch and gave an impressed whistle. Another breath was sucked in from the Warden who promised himself that if he had no choose but to endure what this mage had set for him, then he would not beg nor would he show then man any signs of pleasure.

Dali was quick to remove Blackwall's boots. The Warden made a valiant attempt of kicking Dali in the face; he managed to kick the other in the jaw who was thrown back for a moment. However, Blackwall still couldn't move so when Dali managed to get back to him, he had to endure it but with more wrath. "You won't like this is you resist it. Just relax dear Warden, you will enjoy this,"

"I'd have you chain me up and beat me," Blackwall snarled, he wouldn't let Dali beat him like this.

"Oh, I can arrange the chains and the beating to match this," Dalibor undid the man's breeches and pulled them down. Blackwall tried his best to think of something else; remove himself from the situation entirely but he couldn't do it. He didn't want this, he wasn't even attracted to men and what Dalibor probably had planned for him was new. Once he removed the man's breeches, he did away with his smalls. Dali was still fully clothed in robes upon robes and hadn't even removed his gloves yet. It was cold in the barn regardless, the fire had gone out hours ago.

Dali's gloved hands went to work, reaching for the man's soft member and gave it a few pumps to awaken him. Another breath was sucked in, and Blackwall closed his eyes. Dalibor wasn't having that so he stroked the man's thighs, "Come on... I want to hear you,"

Still nothing. Dali decided to switch it up and give him something to scream about. The mage waved his fingers and then they were covered in... lubricant? "You have no idea how useful that skill is," Blackwall knew where this was heading and clamped his thighs shut. If he could prevent that, then it was not so bad. He wasn't... like that. Not that there's anything wrong with being like that and he could see the appeal in individual men, but it wasn't for him. He'd never been "breached in that way, and he didn't want to be either. If he did, he didn't want it to be by Dalibor. Still, Dalibor fought to get between his legs and made sure was in between them to make sure Blackwall couldn't close them. His fingers, covered in slick tried to get against the other man's entrance.

"Please don't... please..." The other pleaded weakly, "I won't tell anyone..."

"Oh please. Tell people. No one will believe you. You are no victim, dear Blackwall," Just then, a finger slipped inside of the man's hole causing Blackwall to gasp out loud. It hurt... It fucking hurt. Blackwall tried to move away from Dali, but he put his weight on the others legs. Dali stroked the others thighs, trying to encourage Blackwall to relax but it was agonising. The Warden tried so hard to pull away, but Dali trapped him with magic and just his body in generally. This was a nightmare, and Blackwall had no idea how to escape. After a good few minutes of uncomforted pain, he started to loosen up. He felt himself become less tight around the finger. This caused Dali to soon after pushing another finger inside. It definitely wasn't as painful as the first time, but it was still uncomfortable.

At this point, the older man had gone silent and didn't know what to do. It would be so just to lie back and let Dalibor defile him like this? He looked at Dali, eyes pleading and trying to find any trace of humanity in his eyes.

"Please... don't do this,"

Dali ignored him and started to pump his fingers right there. Blackwall let out a weak sob at the feeling; he was trapped, he didn't want this, and he didn't want Dali near him. Before this, Blackwall hated Dalibor for being an absolute tyrant, but now Blackwall would rather hang than spend time with him. He squirmed and gasped, holding in tightly compressed moans. He hated it even more when Dali found that sweet spot when Dali purposely aimed for that sweet spot. He knew that the mage wanted; he wants power and the means to do what he wanted but also make other people's life miserable. He continued to plead but in such a way that Blackwall knew that Dali wasn't going to back down.

Dali leant forward. Through all this, Blackwall hadn't realised that he'd become half hard. Dali licked the underside of his cock and drawn out a moan from Blackwall.

"You like it! You like being touched like this," Dali taunted as he continued to lick till he got to the head where a shiver was sent down the victim's spine. Dali tortured him; taking the man's shaft into his and stimulating him while the fingers mercilessly pumped at his member. More moans slipped through Blackwall's lips which caused him to sob. He tried closing his legs, but Dali had them opened by his weight, he wanted to pull away, but the fingers were too fast, repeatedly hitting that same spot.

And Blackwall hated when his body made the ultimate betrayal. A flash of hot pleasure burst in his body and Blackwall jerked his hips, his seed spilling into Dali's mouth while he sobbed for mercy. He hated his body; he hated it because it betrayed him and for Blackwall to have that reaction some sick part of him must have enjoyed what was done to him. There was so much shame that he covered his face, tears flooding his face. He wasn't like that! He didn't enjoy that kinda thing so how the fuck did Dali make him do that?

While Blackwall had covered his face, Dali smirked as he undid his trousers. "I don't think you wanted me to stop. Sensitive aren't you?" The other man got his cock out, nothing special going on there. "You like being pumped while you moan like a whore. Perhaps this was for you, servicing other men who need it and me," Dali said as he pressed himself against the man's entrance before pushing inside.

Blackwall was too ashamed of himself for those moments. He whimpered weakly when Dali was slowly pushed inside of him. He felt so full and so dirty that he couldn't even look at the man above him. Dalibor didn't even start at a slow pace, immediately he began to thrust his hips. His pace was fast and rough, not taking his time with him at all. At one point Dali took Blackwall's arms and pinned them so that he could see the man's facial expression. The flushed and tear struck face and closed eyes. Dalibor leant down to bite his neck, "Look at me, Warden,"

He couldn't. Blackwall wanted to escape the hip thrusting and the pleasure it brought him. When he adjusted to Dali, moans were being drawn out of him. Dali managed to find that sweet spot as well which made it even worse. Dali was pretty much silent as he watched the show. Blackwall was embarrassed again because every time that sweet spot was it, it drew a loud moan.

Just when the Warden thought it couldn't get any worse, the white hot pleasure hit him again but this time ten times more intense. Blackwall almost screamed; it was so painful when it hit him, and he made a mess of his chest as his seed hit him. He didn't know what was worse; the fact that he brought to that pleasure or that not soon after, Dalibor came inside of him which made him shudder.

There was complete silence. Blackwall's chest heaving and Dali's slight uneven breaths were the only things to break the silence. The blood mage sorted himself out and got into his trousers again. The older man's eyes were barely parted; exhaustion overtaking everything. Dalibor went over to him and planted a kiss on his forehead, "We should do this again," A Cheshire-like grin appeared on his face, "See you real soon, Warden,"

And with that, Dalibor left into the night to retreat to his own quarters. Blackwall moved to get himself into his bed before exhaustion put him into a tired state. He didn't think about what had just happened and just fell asleep into a dreamless night.