Title: Chance Encounter
Summary: Fenris is back in the Tevinter Imperium, rescuing slaves. Tabris and Zevran are in the Tevinter Imperium on a similar mission, and they decide to keep each other company for a little while. post-DA2, pre DAI.
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 10,175 total
Pairings: male!Tabris/Fenris/Zevran; Fenris/Isabela (mentioned); male!Hawke/Anders (mentioned); male!Tabris/Zevran/Isabela (mentioned).
Trigger Warnings: animal death, bdsm, detailed mentions of past rape, food, gore, injury, minor original character death, needles, physical punishments, slave play mention, slavery.
Contains: anal sex, boundaries discussion, cock riding, mage-siding Fenris, mild masochism, nipple play, oral sex, pregnancy mention, pro-mage warden, submissive comes last, submissive Fenris.
"This was not how I'd hoped to get you writhing beneath me," Zevran teased while he pulled the needle through Fenris' flesh, closing a deep wound on Fenris' lower back.
"I am hardly writhing," Fenris said. His teeth were grit and he was clutching a stone so tightly that his knuckles were white, but he wasn't so much as flinching, let alone writhing. Fenris did not writhe. Besides, it was the needle that bothered him, more than the pain. At least it was out of his sight.
"No," Zevran agreed. "You are not. Are you always so unresponsive?"
Fenris didn't even think about it. The next time Zevran stuck the needle in him, Fenris hissed and tensed every muscle he dared to tense. He scrunched up his, face, too, for Tabris' benefit if not for Zevran's, and a second later he let the ugly grimace fade and looked at Tabris with wide, submissive eyes. It was all a little dramatic, but that look drove Isabela wild in the bedroom. It had always been rather effective on Danarius too, which was why Fenris had originally mastered it. Fenris had been a good slave, but he had not been above being manipulative, when he could get away with it. This was different, though. Tabris and Zevran knew they were being manipulated, and Fenris didn't need it to work. This was just a game; and it was fun.
Fenris watched Tabris' eyes light up.
"My my," Zevran said from behind Fenris. "Whatever look you just gave my lover, you must teach me it."
Fenris doubted the cocky Antivan assassin could learn it.
"... but not until later. I think we had all best stop giving each other looks until I finish these stitches. We don't want to ravish each other with open wounds."
Even after the stitches were done, there was no ravishing that night. Once everyone was stitched and bandaged, they realized how tired and sensitive to the touch they were, and even Zevran and Tabris had no fun in their sleeping bag that night.
Fenris slept fitfully; his gash kept waking him up with its intermittently agonizing throbbing. Sleeping on his stomach helped the pain only a little, and at the cost of making it more difficult to get every other part of his body comfortable. Fenris had never found that position easy to rest in.
Sex like this was out of the question. Being taken on his back would be unimaginable agony, he didn't like being taken on his stomach, and being on top would require so much movement that it would be almost as bad as being on his back. His mouth was perfectly functional, but his focus wouldn't be on the task at hand while he was in pain, and he was in pain nearly constantly, and would be until they got to Hasmal.
Tabris and Zevran weren't in any better shape, either. Tabris had been bitten hard on his thigh. He hadn't needed stitches, but that area was going to be tender until they got some healing potions, and undesirably tender thighs were not conducive to sexual pleasure. Zevran had a gash on his arm at least as deep as the one Fenris had on his back, and though it wouldn't be in the way during most sex acts, it was still just as uncomfortable.
So they flirted, but they didn't touch each other for the entire two week journey through the mountains. They cleaned and dressed each other's wounds regularly, and it was an odd experience for Fenris, to have such gentle hands on his body. It reminded him of Anders on some of their best days, and perhaps on some of their worst. Anders had never been more gentle with Fenris than he had been while healing Fenris' wounds after the Kirkwall Rebellion. There'd been pain then too; there was always pain when magic touched Fenris' skin. Sometimes Fenris thought that Anders knew that. Sometimes Fenris thought that Anders felt bad about that. There was nothing that could be done about that pain, either.
The real agony came in Hasmal. Fenris was so close to a market district where he'd be able to find healing potions, but he had to take care of the fugitive slaves first. He gave all of them what money he could, repeated his earlier instructions, and when they broke into groups and told him which cities they were going to, he pointed them all toward safe ways to get there.
Tabris had a bit of extra money and some documents for Sarah, and a little bit for Claudia too; apparently he'd talked her into going to Amaranthine and joining the Grey Wardens. That was probably just as well. Going from being a slave in Tevinter to an apostate in the Free Marches after the Kirkwall Rebellion might just be getting out of the oven and going into the fire. The Grey Wardens would keep the girl safe.
That was it. That was all he could do for them. They were on their own now.
Now all Fenris wanted was an injury kit, a meal that hadn't been cooked on a campfire, and a real bed.
Zevran had arranged all three in the time that it took Fenris to send his fugitive slaves on their ways. He turned around to find the couple standing behind him with injury kits and a key to a room at one of the nicer inns in town in their hands, and when Tabris smirked and said "So, are you coming with us?" Fenris knew what he was really being asked, and Fenris agreed eagerly.
He followed them up to their room with a slight fluttering in his stomach which was not wholly unpleasant. Fenris had very particular sexual appetites, and he'd made that clear enough during their two weeks of flirting. He did not know what would be expected of him once his injury was healed. He wanted to do whatever they wanted him to do, but until they told him, he had to ride these feelings of vulnerability and disquiet.
Fenris was undressed as soon as the three of them were alone in the room, and that was an experience unlike any Fenris had ever known before. Danarius had never undressed Fenris himself. There'd been two commanders: "Strip," and "Strip slowly," and Fenris had obeyed whichever one was given and let things go wherever they went from there. Isabela had always pulled Fenris' clothes off herself, but she'd done so as quickly as possible, pausing only to quickly grope or admire several parts of Fenris' body that she was particularly fond of. Fenris' other lovers, the few that he'd shared a single night each with in the years after Danarius but before Kirkwall, had let Fenris undress himself at his own pace as they did the same.
Zevran and Tabris took their time. Their touches were light, and they rubbed every area of skin they exposed, save the wound, as if they hadn't also spent two weeks sleeping on a hard ground. They were using those same light touches they'd used while changing Fenris' bandages. They were gentle and slow, but Fenris didn't get the sense that they thought they were going to break him. Fenris had been in this position before, upstairs in an inn with someone he didn't know half as well as he'd have liked to, and even the hardest dominant lovers had been timid with Fenris, like they were afraid they were going to accidentally activate his markings, or worse, like they were worried they might break the sad little fugitive slave. Fenris had enjoyed sex with Isabela so much in part because he'd never gotten the impression that she was afraid she'd break him. Fenris was not breakable.
All the same, gentleness was nice. The warm, soft hands moving down Fenris' body seemed to wake up every nerve they passed over, leaving Fenris alert and aching for more. In a fit of daring, he let himself lean into Tabris' hand, slightly, and Tabris had chuckled and smiled at Fenris sweetly.
As soon as Fenris was naked, with even his bandages discarded on the floor, Tabris told Fenris to roll over, and Fenris obeyed.
The injury kit's salve did not feel good, when it was first pressed to the gash. It was slimy and cold and it made the wound sting worse than it had since Zevran got the stitches in. It was bearable, by Fenris' standards, but Fenris recalled clearly how his exaggerated reaction had affected Tabris the last time, and if he was going to do this, he was going to do it properly. He hissed, he tensed, and he let his face get ugly or a second before he looked at Zevran with wide eyes. While their eyes were locked together, Fenris let out a low moan.
"Oh my," Zevran said, smiling.
It didn't take long for the injury kit to do its work. Within a minute, Fenris was no longer in pain. He wondered if he had a scar. He'd have to see Anders about that, when he could. Fenris always got cosmetic healing.
It occurred to Fenris for the first time in a decade that he had no idea why he always got cosmetic healing, and then he immediately realized why, and had to swallow his bitterness. Fenris didn't even like these tattoos, but he'd long ago internalized the fact that he was not allowed to ruin them.
Perhaps he would not talk to Anders about healing them. Not this time.
Zevran and Tabris were not as gentle or as slow with themselves as they'd been with Fenris. They both undressed quickly, and helped themselves to injury kits before they finally turned their attention to the food that had been left on the dresser for them.
"Food first," Tabris said.
He turned to Zevran and smiled, and Zevran pulled a blue silk tie out of his pocket.
"Put your hands behind your back," Tabris told Fenris. "We'd like to tie you and feed you ourselves."
"If that is alright," Zevran added. "We have not discussed boundaries."
"Feeding me with your hands or with silverware is fine," Fenris said. "I won't-" But that was too hard to say. He tried again: "Putting food in a bowl on the floor and asking me to lap it up is out of the question, as are all other all other forms of pet play. No collars, no leashes, do not ask me to crawl unless there is a practical reason why I should, and..." He couldn't even look at them for this part. "Call me 'pet' even once and I will leave, and things will not ever be the same between us. It's... just how it is."
"Understood," Zevran and Tabris said in unison.
Fenris relaxed a little. Pet play was the import point, and the difficult one. That was the only thing he'd use a safeword over. "If I do something wrong," Fenris said, "please reprimand me physically rather than verbally. I know it's counter-intuitive, that verbal reprimands seems like the more merciful, but if you pull my hair or slap me, it will be over in seconds, and I will know how angry you are. If you simply tell me that I am displeasing you without acting on your displeasure, I will worry that your frustrations are building, and..." He trailed off.
Slaves are not allowed to have days when nothing goes right. They're not allowed to, but they have them anyway. Many are lucky enough to have them well out of their masters' sights. Fenris had not been so lucky. He had more than once gone through a day thinking 'That could have gone better, but apparently it's fine,' only to have Danarius snap and open his skin up because he made one little mistake too many.
Zevran and Tabris nodded. "We will keep that in mind," Tabris promised.
What else? 'No magic' was hardly relevant here. And Zevran and Tabris were elves themselves, so they were unlikely to want to do anything weird with Fenris' ears, and if they did, they would do it deliberately and with full knowledge of how much it hurt. (It was actually possible to cause an elf a great deal of pleasure by playing with his ears, or so the legend went, but every single time a human had played with Fenris' ears, well-meaning or not, it had hurt. No elf had ever tried it.) "Do not tease too much with the food," Fenris said. "If you're going to feed me, feed me."
"Absolutely," Zevran said. "You will need your strength, anyway. Is there anything else?"
Fenris' eyes dropped to the floor again. "Slave play is fine," he said. "As long as you treat me like an elf and not an animal, I am quite capable of enduring and even enjoying it."
Zevran and Tabris looked at each other. An awkward silence hung between them for several seconds.
"No," Tabris said to Fenris. "Slave play..."
"... will not be happening," Zevran finished. "For our comfort, if not for yours."
Fenris shrugged. "It is optional. I merely thought I'd let you know. Some people are afraid to ask."
"A lovely thought," Zevran said. "Unnecessary, but appreciated. We didn't have anything too intense planned for tonight."
"Very well, then," Fenris said.
"Safeword?" Tabris asked, clearly eager to move on from this part of the conversation.
"Seheron," Fenris said. Then he turned around and put his hands and wrists together behind his back.
Zevran had Fenris snugly tied in seconds. Fenris was turned, gently, and led to the bed. He sat on the edge, and waited.
Zevran and Tabris joined Fenris on the bed with the tray of food between them. The meat was pork; not Fenris' favorite, but he pretended it was when the first forkful of it was held to his lips. He didn't dislike it, which helped.
The fork was withdrawn from Fenris' mouth slowly and sensually, and Fenris blinked at Tabris slowly and, once he'd swallowed, said "Thank you, ser," in his most submissive voice.
Tabris smiled. "'Tabris' and 'Zevran' will do nicely, thank you."
Fenris nodded.
The meat went in equal parts to Fenris and to Zevran and Tabris. Both men took two bites themselves for every one they fed Fenris, and in this way, they all were fed and Fenris did not have two forks shoved in his face at once.
When the meat was gone, they moved for the bread.
You don't eat bread with a fork, of course. It was Zevran's fingers, soft and just a bit cold, that pressed the bread to Fenris' lips. Fenris opened his mouth and took it, and allowed himself to lick Zevran's fingers quickly, certainly not before the assassin could retract them, so presumably before he wanted to.
Zevran's eyes lit up and a wicked grin took over his mouth. The bread was finished in a mess of crumbs and giggles, and everything was warm and comfortable.
That left only the grapes. They fed most of them to Fenris the same way they'd fed him the bread, but when there were just a few grapes left, Zevran grinned, placed one in his mouth, and didn't bite down. He leaned forward suggestively.
"Take it from his mouth," Tabris said, and then Zevran's lips were on Fenris'. They didn't open until Fenris' lips opened, but once that was done, Fenris eagerly stuck his tongue into Zevran's mouth. It didn't take much actual work. Zevran cooperated with him and pushed the fruit into Fenris' mouth. Zevran's tongue followed. They stayed like that a moment, Zevran's tongue playfully exploring Fenris' mouth, before Zevran broke the kiss, and Fenris bit down on the grape.
Zevran put the last grape into his own mouth and transferred it to Tabris the same way, and then the food was gone. Tabris moved the plates and silverware off the bed, out of the way.
They were done eating, but far from satisfied.
"Very good," Tabris purred. He crawled around Fenris, behind him, and Zevran immediately pulled Fenris in for another kiss.
Fenris was not stupid. He knew Zevran was distracting him from whatever Tabris was doing behind him. Fenris allowed this. Zevran's tongue pushed its way back into Fenris' mouth and dominated Fenris' mouth with a careful but insistent slowness that Fenris melted into. Fenris wanted to be good; to please Zevran and Tabris. He believed he would enjoy doing so, and not only because he trusted them with his pleasure completely.
Zevran kissed Fenris hungrily until Fenris felt Tabris' hands on his hips. Zevran noticed a moment later and drew back, and then Fenris was pulled backwards and down into Tabris' lap and onto just the tip of Tabris' lubricated cock.
"Lower yourself at your own pace," Tabris said calmly. "When you're fully seated, we'll talk about what happens next."
Fenris nodded. Zevran and Tabris didn't seem to be requiring verbal replies from him, and Fenris had never been inclined to talk when it wasn't necessary.
Tabris was thick, but Fenris had a great deal of practice at getting himself down onto cocks. Even Isabela had a massive dildo collection (with the word "massive" describing both the collection and the dildos) that she'd loved using on Fenris.
And then he was there. Seated and finally impaled by Tabris' cock, after many days of lustful looks and playful flirting. It was a climax of its own, in a way, but there was a better climax to come.
"You're going to ride me until I cum inside of you," Tabris whispered in Fenris' ear. "And you are not going to cum. Not yet."
Shivers of anticipation ran down Fenris' spine, at both the words and the heavy lust in Tabris' voice. Fenris nodded.
"Then you're going to do the same thing with Zevran. While you're on top of one of us, the other is going to play with you, tease you a little bit, and do whatever we like with you. Do not cum. If you feel yourself getting close, inform us. We'll stop you. Cum without permission and you will be punished. Be good for us for a little bit, however, and you'll get your pleasure at the end of the night. Sound good?"
Fenris swallowed hard and nodded again, but that didn't feel like enough. "Yes, Tabris," he said.
"Get started, then."
Fenris did. He started fucking himself on Tabris' cock slowly at first, curious to see what Zevran would do and afraid to make himself too aroused too quickly. Fenris was already hard, though he was a long way from orgasm.
Zevran let Fenris do all the work for him, since Fenris was already doing it all for Tabris. Zevran placed his hand on Fenris' skin and didn't move his hand at all as Fenris moved, which had the effect of him gently caressing Fenris' skin. After a moment, he moved his hand higher, and brought it up to Fenris' nipples, where he held his fingers stuff, so that he was flicking Fenris' nipples as Fenris moved on Tabris' cock.
Fenris hadn't been fucked in months. Isabela and her dildo collection were elsewhere, Fenris had declined Hawke and Anders, and Fenris hadn't had much occasion to seek out physical pleasures while rescuing slaves and escorting them through the mountains. There'd been a few rescued slaves who'd expressed interest, male and female alike, but Fenris had declined. It would feel like taking advantage, and he wasn't sure that any of them could give him what he craved anyway.
Now, Fenris was setting his own pace on Tabris' cock, speeding up a little as his body adjusted and he started to feel braver. He wondered how the oiled up cock must look, sliding in and out of him while he moves up and down on it. He wondered how he looked, submissive and bound and panting in Tabris' lap, with Zevran playing with his nipples.
Zevran pinched, and through the pain it caused was mild, it caught Fenris off-guard. Fenris came down on Tabris' cock and his chest moved away from where Zevran held the pink nub of Fenris' nipple. The skin was pulled taut, and Fenris hissed. It was not an exaggeration or a deliberate act of manipulation, this time; it was simply Fenris expressing his pain, because he felt safe enough to do so with Zevran and Tabris.
In fact, they rather seemed to like it. Zevran grinned wickedly, and came down to steal one more kiss from Fenris before he returned to his attention to Fenris' nipple.
Zevran made Fenris bear at least equal responsibility for torturing himself. Zevran grabbed Fenris' nipples and held his hand still, and the real pain would come as Fenris moved around on Tabris' cock. Every few minutes, Zevran released one nipple, rubbed it gently to soothe the pain, and then grabbed the other and start the cycle of pain all over again as Fenris kept a steady pace on Tabris' cock.
Fenris was so focused on Zevran's attentions to his nipples that he almost didn't hear Tabris' breathy "Faster," in his ear. Tabris was getting close, and Fenris knew it, so Fenris obeyed the command, paying no mind to how his faster pace gave him less control over his movements and made Zevran's grip on his nipples hurt even more. He rode Tabris hard until Tabris shouted "Oh, Fenris!" and gripped Fenris' hips to still him.
Zevran gave one last caress to Fenris' sore, throbbing nipples.
"So good," Tabris whispered.
Fenris' breath caught as Tabris hand reached around Fenris' body and tugged at Fenris' cock, just once, enough to heighten Fenris' arousal but not enough to offer Fenris any real pleasure. It flashed through Fenris' mind that he could buck into that hand and take more pleasure than he was being offered, but he'd been a slave and then a consensual submissive for long enough to know better than that. He'd be hit if he did, and he didn't want that. Not right now.
"And you seem to be enjoying it too..." Tabris whispered.
Fenris couldn't see Tabris reach behind him and grab it, but he did see Tabris throw Zevran the jar of lube. This time, Fenris had a perfect view as Zevran popped the lid off the jar, coated his fingers in the lubricant, and sensually rubbed it all over his hard cock.
Tabris and Zevran spared Fenris the difficulty of turning himself around on his knees without the use of his arms, and switched places around him. Now it was Tabris who knelt before Fenris, his dark skin shining with sweat.
Zevran pulled Fenris back, and when Fenris felt the tip of a cock pressed at his entrance, he didn't need to be told what to do. He lowered himself onto it with more ease than he had the last time, since he was stretched now and he had additional lubrication from Tabris' cum.
Once he was seated in Zevran's lap, Tabris pulled him in for a kiss. Tabris was more forceful than Zevran, pushing his way into Fenris' mouth and conquering it like it was a battlefield full of darkspawn. He made it feel easy, too. Fenris wanted to be conquered by Tabris, gently for now, but more roughly later. He wanted to be conquered again and again, every time they got the chance.
When Tabris drew back, Fenris held contact with his dark brown eyes for a moment, before Zevran said "Begin."
An order was an order. Fenris didn't acknowledge it with a nod or a verbal response, but he immediately obeyed, rocking his hips on Zevran's lap.
Tabris gently ran his fingers over each of Fenris' sore nipples, and then contented himself to simply watch the show that was being put on for him. The satisfied look on his face confirmed to Fenris that he was putting on a nice show, that he'd pleased Tabris, and that he was well on his way to pleasing Zevran.
Tabris, it seemed, liked to tease. He reached down once a minute at the most and stroked Fenris' cock. It was enough stimulation to drive Fernis bad, to keep him alert and thinking about his throbbing cock, but nowhere near enough to drive Fenris to orgasm. After a few strokes, Tabris drew his hand away and examined the precum on his fingers. He smiled at Fenris and slowly licked it all off his fingers.
Fenris kept his pace on Zevran's cock fast, nearly to the point of punishing himself, now that he was without the punishing stimulation on his nipples to deter him. This was as much about Fenris denying himself his own pleasure it was about Fenris helping Zevran achieve his; Fenris preferred to be fucked slow and deep, but he'd been given clear orders not to cum, and Fenris had to do what he could to counter Tabris' teasing encouragement to disobey. Fenris preferred to avoid being punished, if he could. That was, after all, the point of punishments.
Zevran came hard, filling Fenris with even more cum that leaked out of his body when he was lifted off Zevran's cock. It leaked onto the bed and onto his leg, where it felt strange, but not unpleasant.
"Good boy," Zevran praised. He stole another quick kiss as he crawled around Fenris' body.
Zevran piled up a few pillows, so that Fenris wasn't flat on his back when Zevran pushed him backwards and allowed him to rest.
"A promise is a promise," Tabris said, "And you've been very good." He leaned forward and licked from the tip of Fenris' cock to the base.
Fenris' breath hitched.
Tabris grinned wickedly and then took Fenris' cock into his mouth. Zevran reached over and played with Fenris' balls, nimble fingers rubbing him closer and closer while Tabris' warm mouth bobbed up and down on Fenris' shaft.
"I'm about to-" Fenris warned, expecting Tabris to pull away, but Tabris didn't. Tabris hummed, his mouth still around Fenris' cock, and the vibrations were too much. Fenris came hard down Tabris' throat, and Tabris swallowed as much as he could.
What Tabris didn't swallow, because it leaked from his mouth onto his chin or onto Fenris' body, Zevran took it upon himself to lick up. Fenris watched as Zevran's tongue glided over his lover's jaw line, and then Zevran got down and ticked Fenris clean as well.
Tabris helped Fenris sit up, and then he untied Fenris' arms. Fenris shrugged his shoulders once, pillows were moved, and then, much to Fenris' surprise, he was pulled down into bed by the other two elves.
"You did not think we were going to let you run off?" Zevran asked playfully. "You are ours for the night, if only for warmth."
Fenris smiled slightly. "Fair enough," he said.
He drifted off to sleep sticky and leaking and in the arms of the Hero of Ferelden and an Antivan Crow, feeling happier and more satisfied than he'd been in a while.