Aonghas pulled himself out of another terrifying dream before he could begin screaming. He had gotten better at waking himself up before the dreams could overwhelm him. The Grey Warden grunted as he sat up and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, slowly he raised his hands and even in the dim light he could see them shaking. Aonghas heaved a great sigh and had started to lie down again when he spotted the book he had been reading. Aonghas picked up the book and gently ran his hands over the leather binding and then he opened to the center of the book where two pieces of parchment rested firmly against each other. Carefully he pulled the parchment apart and a pressed rose slipped out onto Aonghas' lap. Aonghas picked up the rose with a trembling hand and carefully placed it between the parchment sheets and restored them to the center of the book, as he set the book on the bedside table again he spoke softly. "Was it right of me to use another's emotional needs to obtain the power I seek?" Aonghas sighed deeply and then spoke aloud to the room once more. "Tomorrow I will make a choice about who to support."
Aonghas stood and pulled on his breeches; he then gave Majestic a pat, "Stay here and be a good boy." Majestic settled down again at the foot of Aonghas' bed.
Aonghas slipped into the hall barefoot and silently approached Alistair's door. He stood there unsure if he was ready for this. They had tried to be together that night at Lake Calenhad but they had both been too nervous and had settled for falling asleep in each other arms. Nothing had happened then, but the next few weeks were spent kissing each other to the point of aching arousal. Aonghas sighed deeply and was about to go back to his room when the door opened. Aonghas met Alistair's smoldering stare that sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Neither spoke but after a time Alistair cupped a hand behind Aonghas' head and pulled him into the room, closing the door firmly behind them.
The two men once more trembled uncontrollably as they shed there clothing and climbed in bed together. Alistair pulled Aonghas to him and spoke softly, "I can't stop shaking, best to just sleep again." Aonghas' teeth chattered as he nodded and huddled against Alistair pressing his flushed face into the older man's neck.
Intimate Dreams
Alistair was having one of those dreams where he was slowly being pleasured by slow measured strokes. Alistair slowly came awake as the dream caused him to arch his back in pleasure. Even awake Alistair could still feel the slow stroking and as he became more aware he could feel hot panting breath against his sternum. Opening his eyes slightly he looked down to see Aonghas' platinum blond hair as the younger man rested his head on Alistair's chest. Alistair could only see the back of Aonghas' head; which was effectively blocking his view of the stroking of his shaft. Alistair almost spoke, but then he stopped himself and decided to feign still being asleep.
Alistair felt Aonghas shift against his left thigh and he almost gasped aloud as he felt the younger man's harden shaft begin to thrust and slide against him. Alistair found it more difficult to feign sleep as Aonghas increased the stroking of Alistair's need to match the speed of his thrusts against Alistair's thigh. Alistair could feel himself beginning to pant as the faster paced stroking caused him to involuntarily arch his body in pleasure. He felt and heard Aonghas moan against his chest and he couldn't help but moan in response. Giving up all pretense of being asleep Alistair groaned in pleasure and rested a hand against Aonghas' hair to entwine his fingers in the silky strands. Alistair felt Aonghas freeze for a moment at his touch, but then Aonghas groaned and began thrusting and stroking more rapidly.
Alistair felt himself teetering on the edge of release but something held him back. A few moments later Aonghas cried out loudly in pleasure and Alistair felt a rush of hot liquid coat his thigh. It must have been what Alistair was waiting on because at that moment he felt his body clench from head to toe and he cried out loudly as he came against the still stroking hand.
Alistair lay in a daze unaware until Aonghas raised his head and slid up Alistair to press their lips together chastely before snuggling against Alistair's left side with his face against that side Alistair's neck. Alistair let out a shuddering deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding till that moment and Aonghas rubbed a hand against Alistair's sternum gently seemly to comfort him; before slipping his arm around Alistair to snuggle tighter against him. Alistair began to hear soft deep breathing from Aonghas and he knew the younger man was asleep. Alistair blinked a few times as he tried to absorb what had just happened but before he could he felt himself drifting asleep.