This is your punishment, Alistair, for disobeying my orders.
Chapter 2: Consequences of Disobedience
It was a simple mission, really. Just head into the Brecilian Forest and convince the werewolves to not attack his own people. However, like all things, it was easier said than done and Theron knew that the Gods were testing him and laughing at him at the same time when a tree, of all things, started to attack him.
At first it utterly surprised him that a tree could move, as if it had legs to walk on. However, its aggression soon called forth his own and Theron was ultimately pissed that a damned tree was going to attack them.
"Battle formations, everyone!" He shouted as he withdrew his own twin daggers.
He swiftly ducked underneath a branch that swiped at him and blocked another incoming strike with his weapons.
He fully trusted his group of friends to watch his back.
Both Wynne and Morrigan were further out of reach, providing much needed support with their spells. Wynne, the wise healer, ensured that their warriors were full on their stamina levels, thus allowing them to attack to their fullest capability. Morrigan, the mysterious Witch of the Wild, launched offensive magic at their enemy. The elements of fire burned the tree and in its throes of agony, it had called out to its friends.
Now, the foursome, instead of facing just one rabid tree, now confronted three of them.
"Geez, can't trees just sit still or something?" A voice barked out in a joking manner.
"Focus on the fight, Alistair, and joke later," Theron replied as he parried another blow that would have taken his head off.
Alistair gave him a smirk. The boyish grin made the elf roll his eyes but he was pleased to know that Alistair wasn't injured enough to joke around.
Unfortunately, that was not meant to be and Theron cursed not at the Gods that had forsaken him and his people but at his own friend and lover. He cursed at the plain stupidity, the thoughtful move that now had his friend crumbled at his feet, his side bleeding profusely.
The battle was over as soon as Alistair went down, taking in the last blow from a dying tree for himself instead of the unknowing Theron. The fear for their friend prompted quicker, deadlier movements. Morrigan shouted over the others to clear away to allow her cast an area of effect spell. Theron, stronger than most elves, shouldered his friend and he grunted underneath the added weight of Alistair as well as his lover's armor and weapons. He's already heavy enough without all these things!
Wynne had already ran past them and Morrigan's spell burst into being as soon as the last pair made it out safely. Their enemies screamed in agony as the flames licked up their torso and spread throughout their branches. The smell of burning wood made everybody's noses wrinkle in disgust for instead of smelling sweet and woodsy, the rabid trees produced a bitter tang that left an odd aftertaste in their mouths. It reminded Theron of decaying bodies that had been left out in the sun for too long.
A strangled moan thankfully shifted his attention from the malodorous scent of dead trees to the one hanging over his shoulder. The elf could literally feel his lover's life essence seeping from the side wound unto his shoulder.
Wynne placed a tender hand on Alistair's back and her gray eyes told Theron all that he already knew.
"We go back to the Dalish Camp. It's not too far from here and this place is too dangerous for us to settle here," Theron suggested. Alistair's body began to slide off the elf's shoulder and the elf gently shifted him back to its original place, prompting another soft moan from the injured man.
"Let me stop the worst of the bleeding at least," Wynne said and Theron nodded his approval. She placed both hands on the wound and Theron could see the old woman grimace slightly at the contact of blood. However, she quickly overrode her sensitivity to blood and, with her eyes closed, began to focus on bringing up the healing part of magic.
The elf himself felt a comfortable warmth spreading out from her fingertips, her palm, and into Alistair himself. From what mana she had leftover, she was only able to stop the bleeding momentarily. She didn't have enough to fully close the wound or to heal other bumps and bruises Alistair had conceived during the battle.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and let out a panting gasp. Theron's eyebrows quirked upwards. He really did not want an injured healer on his hands on top of an injured lover.
"I'm alright. Just give me a second." Wynne rummaged through one of the packs she had on her during the fight and Theron almost had to bite back a disgusted moan as he saw her down the vial of lyrium. The lyrium had an instant effect on her and her face, once pale from mana depletion, now had some colour to them.
"Let's go or we would be eaten by other moronic trees here," Morrigan said and the pair looked up to find the witch, only to see that she had already walked far ahead of them. They heard other noises and quickly ran back to the Dalish camp.
-o0o-
Alistair's eyes fluttered open and the man let out a low moan of pain as he tried to shift his arm, which grew uncomfortable underneath some weight. When his vision cleared, he saw that there was a mop of dark brown hair lying over his forearm and soft, warm breaths tickled the tiny hairs on his arm.
Something moved in the far corner of his eye and Alistair jerked instinctively, wanting to protect him and his lover. That resulted in a shooting pain in his side and the man panted, his head falling back unto a pillow.
"I would say I wouldn't do that, but it seems you've thought better of it," a feminine voice called sarcastically.
"Lovely...to...see you too, Morrigan," Alistair coughed out and his eyes shut closed as more pain jabbed at him again.
Morrigan took pity on him and she knelt at his side, opposite of the sleeping Theron. She took another vial of a health poultice and uncorked the top. Then, the thick red syrup were poured into the man's mouth and the coughing phase passed quickly enough for her. She became pleased at the sight of the man's cheeks colouring and the ease of his breathing.
All the jostling and muttering eventually woke up the slumbering elf. Theron thought he heard Alistair's voice mumbling but had initially brushed it off as feverish mumblings. When Morrigan's voice continued its melody, the elf theorized that perhaps Alistair was really awake. Also, with the way they were talking and how loud they were also made it impossible for him to continue sleeping as well.
His eyes blinked furiously in order to bring Alistair's face and he couldn't help but be concerned at the paleness of Alistair's face. Even after two days of being unconscious, his lover still looked the part of a corpse.
However, if he and Morrigan were bantering again, then it must mean that his lover was on the mend and Theron had a devilish idea in mind on how to take advantage of his current weakness.
"Theron, perhaps you would care to explain your mischievous smile," Morrigan said pointedly. She crossed her arms underneath her plentiful bosom. Theron could have sworn that she read his mind for she gave him a leery grin and promptly left the tent without saying another word. However, as she left, the air grew dense and almost suffocating until finally returning back to its normalcy.
"Theron?" Alistair's voice brought his attention back to the convalescing young man and what perverse thoughts had been present in the elf's face quickly disappeared when he took in Alistair's almost white features and rapid, uneven breathing.
The elf frowned then and he placed a hand on the man's forehead. It was cool and thus, Alistair's fever must have broken during the night. Perhaps his plans for his lover should wait until he didn't sound like he was hyperventilating from every move. Then again, his lover does need to be punished for his idiotic stunt earlier.
"Are you well," was all Theron could ask him. The anger simmered below and the elf knew that if he said anything more than those three words, they would both regret it.
"Yep," Alistair winced at his answer. He gingerly touched his bandaged side and Theron grabbed it in his hand. "I'm ok, really."
"No, you're not," Theron replied darkly and the husky voice caused shivers to run down the man's spine. That sort of pain was good, almost welcoming.
"Something's wrong," Alistair didn't attempt to withdraw his hand from the elf's tightening grip.
"You is what's wrong. Always doing something stupid to save me." Alistair gulped as Theron leaned over him, their lips just centimeters away from each other.
"What-what do you expect me to do? Just stand by while you get hit when I could have done something about it?" The arousal that was initiated by Theron's nearness evaporated in the elf's tone. Anger swelled in Alistair's being and he pushed at the elf, only to find that he couldn't. In his weakened state, he could barely budge the elf off and Theron smiled at the hands vainly pushing him back but to no avail.
"I was just going to tie your hands, but it seems you're too weak to do anything." The elf's tone was just a little bit hurtful but the man knew that his lover truly was worried about him and the only way he could convey it was through anger somehow, anger that resulted in him being on all fours and driven crazy with pleasure.
Theron's dark eyes smoldered at how Alistair trembled beneath him and he bent forward, taking care not to place his full weight on top of the man. There was a stifled moan as the man's lips were captured rather forcefully by the elf's own. Hands that were pushing at him now clutched at the elf's tunic, more especially when Theron ground their hips together.
While Alistair's eyes were tightly shut, Theron kept his open for he liked watching how the man reacted to his ministration. He relished in the sight of the man's cheeks reddening in arousal and seeing the face contort in pleasure. However, he loved hearing his lover moan and gasp because of him and thus, he released the man's lips, disappointed that the saliva that linked them together broke within seconds of being separated. He then carefully brought Alistair's hands from where they were clenching at his shoulders to the top of the pillow, above Alistair's head.
"Don't move them," Theron's husky voice rasped in his ear. "Or you will regret it."
There was really nothing to say about that and so all Alistair could do was nod numbly. He let out another soft moan as sharp teeth nibbled the shell of his right ear and gasped as a tongue lathered what was touched by the teeth.
"You can still say my name though," the elf whispered hotly to him before an entire earlobe was taken in and Alistair groaned, his hands clutching at the elf's shoulders.
"T-Theron!"
The man felt the elf smirk against his neck before nipping and licking his way down from the exposed throat to the impressive chest. Two small nipples were already standing to attention, despite not having being touched. It had been a while since they last made love and Theron felt his lover's erection thrusting against his inner thigh. This won't last long. Neither will we either...
He had planned on taking this slow and easy but with the way his lover was shivering below him, he had to take him soon. Perhaps hard and fast would do the trick. His lover did need to be punished after all. But first...
"Theron!" Alistair gasped out and his chest arched upwards as a sinful mouth took in a hardened nub, as the tongue played with it mercilessly before teeth bit into it gently. Its twin was flicked rather hard by Theron's hand before being pinched roughly. "Nnn! T-Theron..."
His hands didn't move from their position above his head, but Theron could see that his lover was finding it difficult to have them stay there. They formed into a fist as the hand that was free took off the blanket that had barely covered the man's naked form. Slender fingers danced lightly on the man's inner thighs and Theron bit back a moan at how Alistair's legs opened up to him, exposing his most vulnerable part to the lover that was teasing him most ruthlessly.
The man's erection had fully grown now and he could see the tip glistening with his essence. However, he was going to make Alistair beg for his touch and by the end of this, his younger partner would know that he would pay the consequences for disobeying his orders.
When the nipple he was teasing with was reddened enough, he gave its twin the same attentions until both were taut and overly sensitive to a brush of a finger or a tongue. Love bites darkened the tanned torso, the elf's need to mark this man as his overwhelming even his sensibilities.
There was a cry of frustration as the elf completely ignored the leaking shaft only to nibble on the silken thighs. The smell of Alistair's arousal increased his own and Theron licked his lips at how he would drive the man crazy with want and desire.
He briefly licked a trail along the perineum before barely withdrawing himself as Alistair's hips moved up in the hopes that his tongue would go somewhere much more sensitive.
He was mildly disappointed that Alistair's hands were still in their position but figured that they would move soon enough, especially when doing the last part of their lovemaking.
"Please..." came the quiet plea from his lover and the man's face was flushed with embarrassment as he was begging for his lover's touches.
"Please what?" Alistair shivered as Theron blew against his quivering member and he bit his lower bit as that tongue returned to its teasing again before drawing away when he lifted his hips.
"Maker..."
"That's not my name, Alistair," Theron's voice lowered in pitch and there was another pained gasp as the elf bit him not so gently near the crease of his thigh and torso before a soft, velvety organ soothed that area, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot up from the man's spine.
"Theron, please...please...I'll do anything...just touch me!"
"I am touching you." A finger trailed down from the tip of his erection to the hole that was hidden away. "You know what you want. Just say it. Beg for it."
The small appendage lightly rimmed the outside before slithering inside the hot depths of Alistair and the man's eyes widened in shock as it unerringly hit his prostrate gland. Just as Alistair hoped that the man would continue doing that, the appendage slipped out only to caress a nipple, pinching, stroking, and flickering it.
Then it returned back to the sweet hole and penetrated deeply. He went back and forth, relishing in the strangled moans and heaving gasps that he elicited from the man. He could feel the orgasm building inside the man's trembling form and just before Alistair could be pushed to the edge, his other hand gripped at the base.
"Fuck! Just suck me, fuck me...anything but this sweet torture!"
He really loved making his lover lose it and he was going to tease him some more but Alistair looked as if he was in pain. He didn't like that contorted expression in his lover. He wanted his lover's eyes open and seeing him, to know who was making him feel this good.
"Open your eyes, Alistair," Theron demanded of his lover and he was rewarded with two lust-filled orbs that gazed back at him steadily. They then shut closed as he engulfed the hard shaft and Alistair's hands almost flew from their location until they were pinned down by Theron's free one.
"I didn't say to move your hands. Just keep your eyes open."
What smartass comment that would have come out of Alistair's mouth only ended up to be guttural moans as Theron's head bobbed up and down, his other hand stroking whatever couldn't be swallowed up. The tent was getting hotter and hotter by the second and Alistair's orgasm finally broke over them with a desperate wail of Theron's name.
He wasn't given a moment to recover before his legs were brought up to his chest, causing the wound to flare a bit before turning into a dull ache that would be pushed aside for tonight. A wet sensation at his entrance soon overrode any feeling of pain though and Alistair cried out hoarsely as the elf brought all his years of skill into wringing another orgasm from him. The tongue didn't stop from stabbing inside him, even after he came again, the cum splattering all over his chest and stomach.
It was as if Theron was waiting for something. When it touched his hidden gland, he could feel himself harden somewhat and he screamed, his thighs shivering and trembling underneath the persistent assault of the elf.
"Fuu...ahhh...Theron...Nnghh!"
He was coming again, it seems. The impossibility of his quick recovery would have been made laughable if Theron had not chosen the moment to suddenly penetrate him with three fingers roughly before piercing him with his own needy shaft. The burn made him cry out in pain and he squeezed his eyes shut as the cramping sensation nearly overtook that of pleasure from his impending third climax.
"Look at me! Alistair!" Theron's voice strained at him and the man sensed a hint of fear underlying that commanding tone. The man's eyes opened and he was not prepared for that awful look in his lover's eyes, the look of someone that lost something and was merely reminiscing a nostalgic memory. Alistair's own eyes softened at the realization that despite Theron's almost rough behaviour, the elf truly was scared of losing him. He already lost one lover to the dark forces of this world and the man had a hunch that if he were gone, it would shatter whatever remained of the elf's being.
Not scared of any retribution, he cupped the elf's cheek lovingly and brought his face closer to him, kissing him passionately before saying, "I'm here. I'm alive. You're not going to lose me."
The frantic pace the elf had started slowed down at the revelation and Theron let out a pained moan, as if he was the one impaled on his lover's erection and not the other way around.
"Please," Alistair said to him in a gentle tone. "Just take me hard. Prove to us both that we're still alive."
Those words had an instant effect on the taller elf and his hips made quick, snapping motions, each movement bringing his shaft closer and closer to his sweet spot before eventually hitting it head one.
Alistair's head arched back and his hands grabbed at the strong shoulders. A mouth latched unto the column of flesh so readily exposed to him. The heady scent of sex filled the air, as did the low grunts of the elf and the higher-pitched moans of the one being made love to so roughly but so tenderly at the same time.
"Theron! T-Theron! Aghh!"
Warmth spread out from the erection that was trapped between the grinding bodies and those tight muscles of his lover became even tighter until they wrenched Theron's own climax from him, causing him to arch his back and let out a sharp cry of Alistair's name.
Exhausted but still heedful of his lover's injuries, the elf collapsed to the side of Alistair, breathing heavily as they rode their climaxes out.
"Maker's breath..." Alistair's voice trembled a little bit, his lover so exhausted by the three orgasms he experienced that his body couldn't stop shivering. "Theron, I love you..."
His head turned to face the panting elf and Theron gave his lover a warm smile before capturing his lips again. Satiated and extremely tired, Alistair cuddled up to Theron, who reached down to the disheveled blanket and brought up to their cooling bodies. The younger Warden sleepily tucked his head underneath the elf's chin while a possessive arm embraced his body. The elf placed a kiss on top of the man' sweat-drenched hair before saying to the dozing man, "Love you too."
It wasn't long before soft, even breathing could be heard and Theron marveled at the treasure he held in his arms. He really hoped that Tamlen would forgive him for having moved on so quickly and that after the whole Blight affair was finished with, they could maybe settle down and do whatever they want, even if it means spending the whole day making love to each other.
Yes, I can imagine doing that. Alistair was in a world of trouble now. Or maybe pleasure, if Theron had a say about it. That thought lingered in the elf's mind, even in his sleep.
-FIN-
Review responses:
gatorsnacks: I've never even thought of an Alistair/Cullen pairing, so the request should be quite interesting to write.
Lady Ridley: I'm glad you liked the first chapter. I hope this one pleases you too! The Cousland/Alistair fic will come in two chappies.
YoshisSupport: Yes, how did you miss that? Hopefully you didn't miss this one either. :D
Jeff: So, was this hot or not? I for some reason had trouble writing this initially, but it got easier once I got into it.
Aki: I honestly like smuts as well, but only well-written ones. Hope you like this one too!
A/N: Well, folks, how was that for Theron being on top? The next chappie is a sweet and adorable Duncan/Cailan moment. Review plz! :D