Chapter 1: The Proposal

Chapter Summary: Nerys Trevelyan wants both Dorian and Cullen in her bed. The Commander flatly refuses, but when he's alone his thoughts betray him...

Notes: This was supposed to be a one-shot but it kind of went out of control. I don't apologise. Enjoy!

Dorian heard Inquisitor Trevelyan laughing below him. Laughing with Solas? Now that is strange. He slid the book he'd been reading back in its shelf, listening as she bid the elf goodbye and skipped up the stairs. Before she could press him for the latest gossip, however, he called her out on hers.

'I see you have a thing for strapping young Templars,' he drawled.

'Ah yes… I was going to tell you…' Nerys blushed a little, tucking a dark strand of hair behind an ear.

'How adorable you are,' the mage grinned. 'He's a fine catch.'

'That he is,' Nerys smiled, visibly relieved.

Dorian sighed, 'You know I used to rather fancy him before… well, before I was sure he preferred the company of Lady Inquisitors.'

Nerys giggled. Dorian lowered his voice and leaned forward conspiratorially.

'I still enjoy watching him. He's a sight to behold marching about the ramparts in that armour.'

The Inquisitor bit her lip. Dorian could swear for a moment she looked distinctly aroused… It was rather disconcerting.

'Er… I'm not sure what's going on in that pretty little head, but I… do understand he's not into men; you have nothing to fear from me.'

'Why not?'

'Because… I don't force people to… You are joking right?'

'Mmm… Let's pretend we're in a dream state... in the Fade. Cullen is willing and I'm not in the picture. Would you?'

Dorian shifted uncomfortably. Was this a trap? Then his mischievous side got the better of him.

'I would ravish him.'

'Good.'

With that the Inquisitor spun around and left. Dorian's mouth was suddenly rather dry. What was that all about?

Cullen chuckled warmly and nestled into his lover's neck, breathing in her scent. It was indefinably Nerys, mixed with the heady, light musk she added to her bath water. They'd already made love twice that evening, but if she was willing he'd go again… the woman was like a stamina potion.

'I hope I give you as much pleasure as you give me,' he breathed huskily.

'Oh you know you do,' the rogue purred, tracing a hand down her warrior's hips and grabbing a handful of firm buttock. 'But…'

Cullen stiffened, drawing back to look at her. 'What is it?'

'When I play with you here...' Nerys walked her fingers over Cullen's buttocks and gently drew a finger between them. 'Would you like me to use something other than my fingers?'

The former Templar considered a moment, a little wary. Perhaps it was the possible end of the world that was making him bold, but near-public sex in corridors, the light bondage and letting Nerys finger him… these were things a good Chantry boy simply did not do.

Laughing softly, his lover withdrew her hand to lightly tickle his ribs. 'How is it that you can be so adorably shy one minute, then an absolute desire demon the next?'

Cullen wrinkled his nose at that.

'Oops, poor choice of words, but you know what I mean, you horny beast,' she purred, pressing herself up against him, her warm, soft skin reassuring.

'Perhaps,' Cullen finally answered. 'The sensation when your expert fingers are... inside me... is intense. But they don't fill or really stretch that area… am I making any sense?'

'It's like that for me,' Nerys nodded. 'You fill me and I love it. Sometimes I just need you inside.'

'And I love it,' Cullen murmured, kissing her neck. 'It's my favourite thing in the world… This is just something… naughty to add to the repertoire. And I like experimenting with you.'

'But, perhaps I alone can't fulfil that particular need.'

'So?' Cullen asked. 'I don't need you to. Or perhaps we can find certain… implements?' The image of her wearing an Antivan strap-on dildo suddenly made his groin ache.

Nerys nodded, but there was something in her gaze that made Cullen a little nervous. 'Uh-oh, what are you thinking?'

'You know Dorian really fancies you, right?'

'Yeeess…' Cullen answered slowly, warily.

'Well, how about we invite him into our bed?'

The Commander's eyes widened. He pulled back, examining his lover to see if she'd gone mad.

'Just once,' she quickly added.

'Maker… you're not even joking are you?' Cullen's mind was whirring. He flopped back onto the pillow. He didn't want to be having this discussion, but he couldn't help himself. 'Do you want... another man?'

'No! Not at all. I find Dorian attractive to look at, but... it's simply that he's got the right equipment for the job, and he's really skilled, I imagine, in that area.' Nerys squeezed the Commander's rump playfully.

Cullen merely stared ahead while his lover pressed on.

'I just wanted to… propose that we invite him to join us. We could attend to your every need.'

Cullen couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. What's more, he couldn't quite believe he was getting aroused at the thought.

'Andraste's flaming arse! Or perhaps my own flaming arse at this rate,' Cullen growled, tearing off the sheets and springing out of bed. He quickly grabbed his trousers to conceal his erection.

'There's experimenting and then there's... debauchery! I'm going to have words with Dorian about this, maybe clap him in irons for a few days, that might cool his crotch.'

'No! Cullen, he has no idea about this.'

'Excuse me?'

'He really doesn't. Well, I may have asked him a few questions, but he might not even be willing.'

'Oh he'd willing! He's always flirting with me.'

Cullen didn't mind Dorian's playful banter, he'd even been a little flattered, but if he'd known it was part of some nefarious plan...

'Not necessarily,' Nerys protested. 'That's just Dorian's way. But he's a caring guy, for all his bluster. He'd never, ever want to force you. I just wanted to discuss it with you first. But you've made your feelings clear. I promise I won't mention it again.'

'Good!' Cullen shouted over his shoulder, although he felt a twinge of disappointment as he pulled on his boots.

'Come back to bed.'

'No, I'd rather get some fresh air. I'll see you tomorrow.' Grabbing his cloak, Cullen hot-footed it out of there.

Back in his own chamber, the Commander shivered. Although the roof had been fixed there'd been no fire set tonight to ward off the chill. He pulled his fur-lined cloak about his shoulders and slipped under the sheets. There were a few hours yet till dawn so he should try to get some sleep.

His cock had other ideas. Now fully hard, despite the cold, it felt squashed inside his clothes. Reluctantly, Cullen pulled down his trousers, kicking them off and braving the cold sheets on his bare legs. After rubbing his hands to warm them, the warrior grasped his length, idly stroking himself. He wished he was still in Nerys' bed right now. Perhaps he would've been if he'd not stormed off like that, but then what she was suggesting was ludicrous! Wasn't it?

He stroked himself with increasing rhythm, imagining the rogue's skilled fingers upon him. Images flashed into his mind: Nerys' lips on him, Nerys on top, Nerys over his desk, the first time they made love, his coat still around his shoulders, fur tickling them both.

He imagined another pair of hands on his waist. They swept his cloak aside and shifted his legs further apart while he was still inside his lover. A pair of fingers, thicker than hers, pushed against that spot. Then something hard was against him pushing, insistent… The smell of musky, sweet cologne, the tickle of a moustache on his neck… The Commander's orgasm took him by surprise, breath catching in his throat.

Cullen opened his eyes wide. His cheeks were burning. Maker's breath…