Disclaimer: Character and world belong to Bioware.

Warning: Not suitable for all readers

Rated: MA

Part One

Far out from the village of Crestwood the Inquisitor went in search of a Warden, a contact of a friend was all Varric would say. Outside the village of near Three Trout Farm Camp in a smuggler's den, the inquisitor entered a cave when she reached the location given. The sound of a scratching steel sounded behind her and when she turned she found a man pale of skin and hair of red dressed in full armor, his honey colored eyes narrowed for a moment until her own deep blue eyes were drawn up to meet his.

A different emotion drew over his face in that moment; wide eyes filled with affection and confusion as he considered her appearance. Her hair was long and black as a raven, her eyes large. a deep blue, skin pale and her face sprinkled with freckles, lips thick and full. Alistair thought he was seeing a ghost, one of a woman long dead, his beloved Dianna. Eyes wide, lips parted he stood with his sword raised still even as he stared at her in unbelief.

"You can't be here," he whispered breathlessly.

oOo

It was ten years ago and they had been facing the fifth blight. Alistair and his fellow Warden and beloved Dianna had made it this far. They were to face the arch demon. Alistair, the truth of his blood revealed and the dangers his father's kingdom - his kingdom - faced without a ruler of the line on the throne. Anora, daughter of his enemy had been married to his stepbrother and her position was being threatened, as she was queen only through marriage. Alistair would fill the role that the kingdom would not fall into disorder and ruin.

He approached Dianna, his Elven lover, he would inform of his decision, ending their relationship. It was a painful decision but one Alistair thought to be the best for the kingdom. Queen by only marriage Anora loved her country and wanted to provide a brighter future for it. She knew that was something the inexperienced king would never be able to do. Agreeing to marry Alistair in order that she might guide the King in the ways or ruling.

Anora became partner and wife to Alistair, working and preparing for the future of their country. But their marriage was loveless, Anora found a lover aside from her husband. Rarely seeing Alistair outside of their responsibilities to their kingdom, Anora took few pleasures with him. Taking occasion in bed with hopes of conceiving an heir for their kingdom. Their King Alistair did not expect to live a long life as he had the blood of dark spawn in his veins, the burden of a Warden. Hoping to leave his current wife with a child one that would take his place, protecting Anora's position as queen until the child was old enough to take his place and rule.

An occasion she took with him before he would leave to investigate the disappearance of his brother and sister Wardens. Anora's father counted in those numbers. Alistair knowing of her lover considered her gentle touch and soft kiss to be an act of kindness and sympathy. She didn't love him, and he knew it, despite his many attempts to get closer to her, she only drifted away. But Anora was a gentle woman, and she knew the life of a Warden was a cruel one indeed.

She kissed him an empty and dispassionate kiss as she often had when she tried and wish she loved him. Her hands slipping down to his untying the lace of his pants, and her hand slipped in. she would soon have her hands resting on his desk, Alistair behind her as they had often done. Her attempt at keeping him at distance, she would not face him, would not breath him in, would not become one with him. Alistair poured his seed into her, and prayed this would be the time they finally produced an heir. And for the first time since they have been with one another, she kissed him before quickly leaving his study, a soft peck on the cheek and his eyes were sad but he would not let her see them.

Anora watched as he rode off, for appearance's Alistair knew but played along to the cheering of their adoring people.

oOo

Hawke rushed in, and upon recognizing his contact Alistair was introduced to the Inquisitor. His eyes shot back in shock and surprise and it took him a moment to shake off that overwhelming feeling, that made him believe he was likely surely doomed. A small smile on his lips as he lowered his blade,

"Such fancy titles between us, Junar" he said repeating her name.

Taking his meaning, she smiled and replied, "indeed."

Alistair never removing his eyes from hers, he put a hand out to receive hers and when she placed her hand in his he bowed low and kissed it softly. Coming up from his bow he asked,

"You wouldn't happen to have a sister or distant relative who might be Warden?"

And a familiar confused look came over her face, if he was honest it was one most people gave to him because of his unusual manner,

"No," she answered with a curious look and a small smile on her face.

They spoke briefly of his quest, mentioning he could use some help, the inquisitor agreed to aid him in this, and shortly after they would be returning to Skyhold. Alistair admiring the newly clear sky of the area,

"Amazing," he breathed. He asked and listened to the Inquisitor as she told him of what little she knew of her mark and how it worked.

The inquisitor, Junar, didn't fail to notice the way in which he looked at her. He laughed nervous and playfully when she flirted with him openly. Saying things that had the eavesdropping dwarf blushing. As an Elf Junar wasn't the type to shy away from her desire, a fact that had the Warden King with a wide smile on his face, a single brow arched high and his cheeks flushed red.

The first night they stopped to camp reminded him much of his time traveling during the blight, and of his first love, Dianna. The thought of her brought his eyes traveling towards Junar, so much about her reminded him of his beloved and he smiled to himself. She was pitching her tent. Noting her struggle Alistair made his way over and offered his help, telling her of his time in the great outdoors all those years ago.

"I thought it so weird she didn't like to sleep under the open sky. I soon learned why she bothered with the tent," He said with laughter in his voice. "Well there you are," he told her stepping back and admiring his handing work, a small smile on his lips.

Junars eyes search his face admiring his features he was handsome indeed. Moving closer to him she slid a hand up over his chest, strong even without the thickness of his armor and rested it gently on his equally strong neck. The touch pulled him from his memories; he looked down to find her eyes searching his face. Her bottom lips pinched between white teeth, when her eyes met his gaze she whispered to him,

"Join me." A smile spread over his lips,

"Of course." He replied just as quietly.

oOo

The tent was far enough away from the campfire and the rest of the group busied themselves, with watches and fixing up their own tents. Varric however with his ever-observing eye noted the two entering the tent. He had picked up on many of their conversations, most just story shared between warriors. Other times more private things were spoken between them, things he'd almost regret listening in on, but how could he give up that material! Smiling, he turned away poking at the fire and keeping himself warm.

oOo

The light from the fire outside dimly lit the inside of the tent. The flaps of the tent shut behind them, and Junar pulled Alistair further inside the tent. Her lips captured his in a passionate and hungry kiss and he allowed himself to be taken over by the fire of that kiss, taken over by the taste and feeling of her soft lips.

Breaking from her lips, Alistair placed light kisses over her cheek down her jaw and onto her neck, his hands sliding over her hips and down over her rear, his grip tightened and he pulled her into himself and small moan escaped her mouth when she pressed against him. Hands roaming and they grabbed desperately at one another, both working to remove the clothing of the other.

A few rough tugs and Alistair's thick shirt was out from his pants and being pulled over his head, while his own rough hands tore at her shirt after loosening the laces. He pulled her shirt down her shoulders exposing more of her flesh. Full breast visible in the dim light, swelling as they rose with each heavy breath. Alistair's lips trailing down her shoulders he worked to remove her shirt completely. Planting small kisses along her breast, his hands on her back and he held her close.

His lips trailed down her belly and he kneeled before her placing soft kisses on her strong abdomen, he began working the buckles of her pants. He lowered himself and presses a kiss against her center through the leather fabric. Junar pressed her hips forward against him when he did her hands in his hair and her nails dug lightly into his scalp.

Moving to pull off her high boots, Junar drunk by desire Junar lost balance nearly fell over when she pulled her foot away from her boot. Landing on Alistair's strong shoulder a laugh escaping them both. Guiding her down onto his lap their laughter drew silent.

His lips found hers again and he kissed her softly, coaxing her mouth open he drew her in deepening the kiss. Junar's hands lightly brushed against Alistair's face, sweeping down his neck and roughly moved into his hair. Her hips began a slow circular motion that had him gasp for air, his own hips moving to meet hers when she continued the movement. His hands caressed her thighs, traveling over her hips and up her back. Alistair enjoyed feeling her close to him.

Their kiss broken and their pace quickened, and their breath grew heavy. Junar twisted pushing Alistair down onto his back, allowing her access to the straps on his pants. One by one the straps came loose even as she continued pressing her hips into his. Very conscious of the men and woman in the surrounding camping area, Alistair contained his grunting and they came up as a low growl and rough breaths escaped him.

Freeing him completely of anything clothing, Junar moved to kick her own remaining cloths away and slowly she mounted him. Her hands lightly gliding up his thighs, slender fingers guided him into her, hands landing on his strong chest when she drew him in. She had begun a painfully slow motion, pulling Alistair upwards to be nearer. Junar wrapped her arms over his shoulders, pressing her lips to his, the kiss softly and slow as if to match the rhythm of her movement.

Sounds that screamed their pleasures were quieted, Junar's mouth pressed into Alistair's shoulder to muffle the sounds only meant for his ears. Alistair's too covered his cries in the nape of his lovers' slender neck. His breathe heavy, low growls rumbling in his chest, as her movements became quicker, shorter thrusts that rammed roughly into him. Alistair's hips rocked against hers in response until they were undone.

Minds cleared from the fog of their passion, Alistair looked up at Junar and in this darkness he could pretend she was someone else and that he existed in another time. Kissing her once more, in what he thought would be a last kiss, convinced he had huffed the name of his first lover and he moved to lay down heavily, his breath steady once more Junar rested her head onto his chest and asked,

"Do you want to tell me about her?" her question startled him for a moment before he asked, 'who'.

"The woman you see when you look at me."

"A rather odd conversation at the moment, don't you think?" he asked embarrassed.

"No," she smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips, "Perhaps in the morning then." She offered, knowing humans to be easily embarrassed, keeping their desires to themselves.

Alistair stared forward into the darkness of the tent until his dreams took him. And the song of the calling sang to him.