Aonghas and Alistair, the Intimate Relationship Revealed
Warning malexmale relationship. Kissing and smut to be expected.
Here are the mature aspects of Aonghas and Alistairs relationships. On this page is the beginning of Aonghas' attraction to Alistair that made him make certain decisions in regards to Alistair. Dreams can be located in Book One about Aonghas.
Dreams
The quietness of the Orzammar guest estate was interrupted by the terrified scream of a man. The scream ripped through the halls and then seemed to strangle itself and the halls were silent once more. Nothing moved about although many had been woken. After a short while a large heavily muscled man emerged from one of the rooms, he only had on pants and his bare torso gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. He slowly walked down the hall towards the bed chamber next to his; rubbing a hand over his short blond haired head and giving himself the luxury of one yawn before knocking on the door. He didn't wait for an answer before opening the door and entering the room. The man slowly plodded across the room, using the faint glow that all the rooms seemed to have to find his way to the bed. He looked down at the man whose scream had awoken him. The younger man's platinum blond hair was mussed and soaked with sweat and his bare torso gleamed with sweat. The glowing emerald green eyes were still wide in fright and the man was panting and shaking in reaction. The older man spoke in a soft and kind-hearted voice, "Take deep breaths, Aonghas." When the younger man, Aonghas, didn't seem to be getting control of his reactions the visitor placed one knee on the middle of the edge of the bed and leaned over to grip the shaking shoulder of the terrified man. "Come on Aonghas take some deep breaths." This time Aonghas took a couple of shuddering deep breaths but his eyes remained wide open in fear and he continued to shake. "I take it this was another grey warden dream." Aonghas nodded but didn't speak. "My dreams too have been getting worse as time goes by." The large man sat down facing the younger man with one leg bent at the knee and the other hanging over the edge of the bed.
"I keep seeing the dragon and the darkspawn. Things seem more urgent in the dreams as if the time is drawing near. Alistair, I don't think I can handle all this." Alistair stared at the younger man's eyes for a short time and then after giving the shoulder he still gripped a gentle shake he let go and sat up straighter.
"I know how you feel, but this is what we are grey wardens for; to deal with this archdemon. I know the dreams are disturbing but you have to handle this. You prove it everyday that you can handle it. Don't let the dreams make you falter. We have to carry on. You and I are the only grey wardens here; if we don't do it then the darkspawn will take Ferelden. Is there anything I can do to make it easier for you?"
Tension seemed to build in the room as the two stared into each others eyes. The younger man opened his mouth to speak a couple of times but then he looked away from Alistair's eyes. His trembling had subsided and his breathing had returned to normal but as his gaze slowly traveled down the older mans body his breath quickened and then his pale cheeks turned pink and he quickly looked away. "No. I'm glad that you came in to talk; to help me calm down."
Alistair smiled, "I am here for you, Aonghas. I know it is unfair of me to put all the leading on you, but you are much better suited to it than I am. You were raised to lead being a Cousland and even though I know you spent time in the Circle you are more of a nobleman than you are a mage."
"I don't know about that. It seems like the five plus years I was at the Circle made it so that I missed too much training. My parents and brother have a way about them that makes it possible for them to persuade people to their view. I don't have that. I know that they tried to catch me up in the six months before… before…" Aonghas looked to be struggling not to burst into tears.
The two sat frozen for a time and then without saying anything and without a word of permission Alistair grabbed Aonghas' by the wrists and pulled the younger man upright and forward to hold the distraught man against his chest. Aonghas' had stiffened at being touched but suddenly the tears he fought to hold back burst forth and he moaned in anguish before wrapping his arms around Alistair and pressing his face into the chest before him. Aonghas began to sob more harshly shaking them both with the force of them. Alistair's didn't say anything but he hugged Aonghas tighter as his own tears chocked his throat and then began to stream down his cheeks. Words seemed to echo in the room but neither of the men appeared to hear it as they clung to each other as if the very world was dropping out from beneath them. "Ah, to have lost so much. You both have much in common." The voice seemed to laugh and then was no more.
