A/N: For the longest time I couldn't get into the idea of an Alistair/Zevran romance. Alistair just didn't seem the type to me. Then, by a series of strange events, I found myself writing a few short stories about them and I'm hooked. I thought about writing a full story about them from the beginning of Origins to the end, but I just don't have the time or effort for that.

Instead, I've put this together: A series of vignettes about Alistair and Zevran's growing relationship. 'The Morning After' and 'La Sinfonia' can kind of be considered prequels to this, I'm starting from there and moving forward. But these aren't going to be in any specific order, and they'll probably jump all over the place timewise. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Alistair woke to the sound of someone moving around in his tent. Peering into the gloom, he could make out the shape of someone kneeling next to him—someone whose identity was quickly revealed when he felt the press of insistent lips upon his own.

"Zevran…mmph…what are you doing in here?"

A quiet purr sounded in Zevran's throat. "I would think that would be quite obvious, caro."

Alistair tried to clear the fog of sleep from his brain but was having little success, especially when he felt Zevran's hand on his groin. "You're…you're not supposed to be in here." He panted.

Zevran undid the laces of Alistair's breeches and slipped his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around Alistair's length. "And why not? Do you not desire my…company?"

"That's not the point," Andraste's ass, it was getting hard to think, "what if someone saw you come in?" He groaned at the feeling of Zevran tightening his grip on his rapidly stiffening length and starting a slow stroke. "What if they hear us?"

Zevran sighed softly, but continued stroking. "Alistair. I realize that perhaps this is not the best time, but there is something I need to tell you."

Alistair was lost in a wave of bliss. He had had no other lovers, so he had no one to compare Zevran with. But he was quite certain that the rogue was much more talented in the ways of pleasure than most others.

And Zevran knew exactly how to pleasure him. The rough brush of a thumb over the tip, firm strokes alternating between slow and fast; all of these things combined to bring Alistair to the very edge of release. His mind vaguely registered that Zevran was speaking. "What…" he paused as a ripple of pleasure ran through him, "what do you need to tell me?"

"First you must promise me you will not get angry." Zevran continued stroking.

"I promise, I promise," Alistair panted, "Oh, Maker, that feels good."

Zevran slowed his ministrations and loosened his grip, so that Alistair could feel just the lightest of touches around his length. Zevran took a deep breath. "Everyone knows about us."

"W-what?" Alistair sat up abruptly, all thoughts of pleasure gone. He brushed Zevran's hand away. "What do you mean everyone knows?"

Zevran sighed and sat back on his heels. "You promised me you would not get mad."

Alistair glared at him. "I lied. How does everyone know? You haven't been going around bragging have you? Telling everyone how you got me to 'hop borders' or whatever it was?" He flopped back onto the bedroll, huffing in irritation.

Zevran ran his fingers through Alistair's hair. "I will admit I was sorely tempted to tell Shale of my success, but I knew it would upset you. So, no, I did not tell anyone.

"I hate to tell you this caro," he continued, "but you are not as good at being discreet as you think you are. For one thing, everyone saw me go into your tent that first night and not come back out." He grinned lasciviously. "And you have a tendency to be quite loud when you are in the throes of passion. I doubt the thick walls of Redcliffe Castle could muffle even that much noise."

Alistair was horrified. He could feel the deep blush spreading across his face. "Maker's Breath, they heard us?" He groaned and pulled the blanket up over his head. "This is just great," he said, his voice muffled.

Zevran stretched out next to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling the blanket down. "Come now, is it so bad that everyone knows?"

Alistair half-turned to look at him. "Aside from the fact that Morrigan already has more than enough to tease me about?"

"They have known for more than a month now, and Natia made it very clear that anyone bringing up the subject would face her wrath." Zevran smiled. "She is very protective of you, you know."

Alistair smiled at that. Natia was definitely more of a sister to him than Goldanna would ever be, and he liked that she looked out for him.

Zevran pulled Alistair closer to him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I have told you before caro, I will not ask you for more than you are willing to give. If you are truly embarrassed to be with me…well, perhaps it is best that we end things now."

"No, no, it's not that at all!" Alistair replied quickly. "I just don't like being the center of attention, you know that. I just don't see why it's anyone's business what we do." He clasped one of Zevran's hands. "I don't want to end things, I like being with you."

Something flashed in Zevran's eyes, but it was gone before Alistair could determine what it was. He bit his lower lip, afraid he had messed up. He had to be careful what he said to Zevran about feelings, the very last thing he wanted was to push him away.

He sighed with relief when Zevran's lips curved into a smile. "I like being with you also." His eyes twinkled with mirth. "Do you know, you are incredibly sexy when you're angry."

Alistair blushed. "Am I really?"

"Mmm, yes. It drives me mad with desire." He pulled Alistair into a deep kiss.

Several long moments later, Alistair pulled back. "So, are you going to finish what you started?" he said with a grin, "or am I going to have to...torture you?"

Zevran laughed delightedly. "You know, for someone raised by the Chantry, you have a very dirty mind."

"I can't help it," Alistair said, nibbling along the shell of Zevran's ear, "you're a bad influence on me."

Zevran shivered as Alistair nipped at the very tip of his ear. "Mmm, it seems I've created a monster." He took hold of Alistair's breeches again, this time pulling them all the way off.

Grinning wickedly, he wrapped his lips around the very tip of Alistair's length. A few moments of suckling had Alistair as hard as he was before.

Moaning, Alistair twined his fingers in Zevran's golden hair, trying to get the rogue to take him in deeper. Zevran complied, swallowing Alistair's length in completely, burying his nose in the soft brown curls at the base.

Alistair gasped, Zevran's hands on his hips the only thing stopping him from bucking into the rogue's hot mouth. After a few heartbeats Zevran pulled back slightly, hollowing his cheeks and sucking in earnest.

"Ze-Zevran!" Alistair shouted as he was finally pushed over the edge and released into Zevran's mouth. Zevran smiled, catlike, before stretching out atop Alistair and kissing him fiercely.

Alistair pulled back from the kiss, gasping for breath. "You know, the Chantry wasn't all bad. They did teach me a few things."

"Hmm? Like what" Zevran leaned down to nuzzle at Alistair's neck.

Alistair gave him a sly grin. "That it's better to give than receive." He trailed his hand down Zevran's body before resting on the front of his breeches.

Zevran laughed. "Truly? Then we could be in for a long night."