a/n: You readers are the best! Seriously, I was absolutely floored by the response to the last chapter! You dudes totally made my month, no joke! I'm glad that you guys all enjoyed the last chapter. As always thanks for the review, favorites, and alerts!

I apologize for the short chapter. School isn't giving me much free time.

This is my first time ever writing a smut scene, so I hope I don't disappoint too much.

Disclaimer: APH does not belong to me, neither does Dragon Age.

Warnings: smut ahead

Chapter 6: Piece of You


Such ferocity.

He smiled against Alfred's lips, enjoying the feel of Alfred's body against his own.

Ivan's hands snaked their way through Alfred's hair, tugging the wheat-blond strands as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into Alfred's inviting mouth, deftly he explored every inch of the moist cavern with a domineering tongue. Alfred gripped Ivan's robes tightly, moaning from the action.

Slowly Ivan pulled away, his violet gaze transfixed by Alfred's swollen lips. Tears still leaked from those sky-blue eyes, and Ivan could just make out the self-loathing in those glazed orbs.

"You don't have to be so upset," he whispered lightly, pulling Alfred towards him, relishing in the heat that the elf seemed to emanate naturally. "It's not that bad, is it?"

Alfred hissed in pain as his wound rubbed against Ivan, his eyes gaining a bit of clarity.

He moved his lips as if to answer Ivan's question, but stopped as he felt Ivan's fingers trailing down his neck. The markings lit up at Ivan's touch, and he smiled as he felt Alfred shiver from the action.

His lips once more found Alfred's, his hand traveling to the small of Alfred's back, where it quickly slid beneath Alfred's loose shirt.

At the action Alfred tensed, pushing lightly against Ivan. Oh, wasn't he precious? His lips descended from those decadent lips, trailing kisses and licking along that smooth neck, a mixture of skin and lyrium greeting him. Ivan smirked against the skin, feeling Alfred's pulse beneath his lips. He sucked against that rhythmic beating, enjoying the salty taste of his elf's skin.

Alfred squirmed against him, trying to push the taller male away from him.

Ivan pulled away, enjoying the angry-red mark forming on the skin. "Your heart is beating so fast," he said amused, his violet eyes glowing.

"Shut-up!"

He laughed sensuously, the noise sending shivers down Alfred's spine.

Beautiful.

He massaged Alfred's lower back slowly, enjoying the mixed sensation of heated living flesh and the cool markings of lyrium against his palm.

Alfred made a strangled noise as Ivan pushed him against the desk.

He needed to touch him, taste him.

Greedily he kissed Alfred, the action causing the poor elf to lean back on the surface of the desk for support.

"Ngh! W-wait, Iv-mmph!" His protest fell on death ears as Ivan plunged his tongue into that luscious mouth. A light sweet taste lingered on Alfred's tongue, and Ivan groaned lightly at the taste. He couldn't help but suck on that tongue, the taste of fruits and something nutty engulfing his senses.

At first Alfred moaned at the action, but within seconds his lungs burned for air, desperately he tried to push Ivan away, but only succeeded on falling fully on the desk, his back hitting the surface hard.

Only then did Ivan pull away, his violet gaze clouded as he eyed the elf. "You have been drinking," he announced breathlessly. Alfred panted hard, his wound aching.

"Y-yeah, I have," Alfred responded annoyed. His eyes where just as glazed as Ivan's, but the unmistakable glint of anger was still present.

A shadow of a smile appeared on Ivan's face. Maker, this elf was truly something. Was it any wonder that Alfred was a slave? Ivan loomed over the smaller male, his hand trailing down Alfred's clothed chest. Even through the shirt he could feel the lyrium markings throbbing.

He licked his lips, enjoying the lingering taste of Alfred.

Ivan didn't particularly enjoy sweet wines, but this… this he could get addicted to. "Delicious."

If possible his elf turned a deeper shade of red, his eyes narrowing at the declaration.

Alfred closed his eyes, his body suddenly tense. "Do what you have to," he began slowly, his eyes opening to meet Ivan's amethyst gaze. No longer were they fogged by desire. "Just make it leave me alone."

Ivan's own eyes narrowed. The elf couldn't deny that he didn't want this too. Hadn't he just been moaning seconds ago?

Oh, he'd make the elf beg for this. "It's a temporary solution," he began, pulling Alfred's shirt up roughly. Alfred shivered as his skin was exposed to the cool air.

Ivan ran his hand down the expanse of skin and lyrium, marveling at the feel of the taut muscles, and thrilled by the way Alfred reacted to his touch.

The lyrium branding glowed brightly as he touched the exposed body. Alfred truly was deserving of having the sun branded onto his skin.

What he had to do was what they both wanted, or at least, what Alfred would soon want as well.

Ivan leaned forward, lapping at the skin before him. Alfred squirmed, a low moan escaping his lips. Ivan smirked against the skin, enjoying the contrasting feel of warm flesh and cold lyrium against his lips.

Slowly, purposefully he licked the inviting skin, feeling Alfred claw at the desk for some form of control. His moans had stopped, much to Ivan's annoyance.

"Don't hold back your voice," he mumbled into the heated skin, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin.

"I-I don't kn-now what you're talking ab– ugh!"

A pool of heat traveled to Ivan's groin at the noise. He swirled his tongue around Alfred's bellybutton, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Like that," he mumbled into the flesh as he trailed kisses on Alfred's abdomen.

"W-wait!" Alfred tried pushing Ivan back, his sky-blue eyes clouded by desire. He tried pushing himself up but Ivan would have none of it.

"You said to do what I have to." He smiled hungrily, feeling Alfred tense.

Their eyes locked on to one another's as Ivan's tongue lazily traced about Alfred's hip.

Alfred's eyes widened, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Ivan began to tug at his pants.

He had barely tugged the pants down an inch when Alfred's trembling hands were atop his. Ivan looked at the hands curiously.

Was he scared? Surprised Ivan raised his head to find his elf violently shaking, his head downcast.

Something twisted in his stomach as he watched his elf. He released his hold on the clothing, his hands finding their way to Alfred's face.

"I'll be gentle," he reassured tenderly. Something which surprised even himself.

"I'm not scared."

No bravado in the voice. He was scared.

Ivan gently raised Alfred's face, only to find those brilliant eyes closed. He nuzzled the elf's neck, inhaling the hypnotizing scent of embers. Had Alfred always smelled like this? It smelled like the dying embers of a flame, he closed his eyes, gently enveloping the elf within his arms. The lyrium brandings throbbed against his skin pleasantly.

"I said that I would protect you." He gripped Alfred's chin, his lips hovering over Alfred's. "And I take care of what belongs to me."

Alfred opened his eyes, defiance burning brightly. "I don't belong to you."

Ivan laughed, his lips descending onto Alfred's chapped ones. Is that what he thought? He pushed his knee in-between Alfred's legs, enjoying the muffled gasp from Alfred. The elf did belong to him. It was high time that he understood that.

Ivan would brand himself onto the elf, not only onto his body but his mind. He would always be connected to him. Always.

Sensuously Ivan rubbed his knee against Alfred's groin. The elf jumped at the contact, his eyes widening in surprise. He tried pushing Ivan away, but Ivan pushed back. Alfred moaned despite himself, his hands pushing against Ivan's shoulders.

Ivan varied the pressure, the speed, enjoying how Alfred squirmed beneath him. "I won't force you," he said as he broke the kiss, enjoying the free moans that left that delectable mouth. "You wish me to stop? Tell me."

Alfred looked at him confused. As if the words meant nothing to him. Slowly the fog covering his desire addled brain lifted, he opened his mouth but only a needy moan left his lips. Ivan smiled triumphantly, his knee rubbing against Alfred's member. "What was that?" he said lowly, seductively.

But try as he might Alfred couldn't utter one coherent sentence, at every instance Ivan would rub his knee against him. It was all Alfred could do to control the level of his voice.

Gorgeous.

Ivan rubbed against Alfred harder, causing the elf to arch against him. Desperately he clung to Ivan, his flushed body covered in a sheen of sweat. He moaned softly against Ivan, his hands tugging at Ivan's hair.

"Bastard," Alfred muttered hazily, but the remark lacked any vehemence. If anything, it sounded like a term of endearment.

He pushed Alfred down onto the desk, his own desire growing as he watched the elf breath erratically beneath him. With precision he removed his cloak, the heavy crimson material falling to the floor. Alfred followed each of his movements as if hypnotized, his brilliant sky-blue eyes so dark with desire that they looked more like the skies of the turbulent seas.

Soon Ivan was left with only his slacks. His skilled hands sought out Alfred's shirt, removing the scrunched up material.

He bent forward, his mouth hungrily attacking Alfred's. Seeking some control Alfred ran his hands through Ivan's platinum hair, tugging at the silky strands as the pleasure increased. Freely Ivan's hands explored the expanse of skin and lyrium, his hunger for the elf increasing with every touch. With out warning his hand traveled south, passing beneath Alfred's waistband.

Alfred tensed, his fingers letting the platinum strands of hair loose. Ivan broke apart from the kiss, his eyes looking at Alfred's seriously. "This is necessary." He kissed those worried lips gently. The pull on his hair returned as Alfred roughly kissed back.

Eagerly Ivan took Alfred's member in his hand, a thrill running through every nerve ending at the contact. Alfred broke the kiss, a sharp gasp filling the room. He closed his eyes tightly, blindly he bit his arm to keep some control.

Lyrium. He had lyrium branded there as well. Ivan couldn't keep the shudder of pleasure hidden. He knew that the process had to have been incredibly painful, but there was a sadistic pleasure in running his fingers on Alfred's length and feeling the markings pulsate against him.

Predatorily he attacked Alfred's neck, biting and licking, while continuing to stroke Alfred's member.

Desperately Alfred gripped Ivan's shoulders, his nails digging deeply into Ivan's alabaster skin. Rivulets of scarlet blood trickled down, but neither Ivan nor Alfred noticed.

Alfred began rocking back against Ivan's trained hand, his thighs quivering from the pleasure coursing through his veins.

At that, Ivan lost all patience. He tugged the offending pants to Alfred's knees, where he promptly returned his attention to Alfred's straining cock.

Already precome was leaking.

He growled possessively, his own member twitching at the sight of the flushed elf. He reached behind Alfred, opening his cabinets hastily. Where was it? Finally at the bottom drawer he found it.

Ivan loomed over Alfred, a small glass vial in his hands. "To make it easier," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded foreign even to himself. What was this elf doing to him? Quickly he opened the vial, the smell of roses filling the room.

He slicked his fingers in the rosy oil, glad that Yao had forced him to take it. Maker, if Yao knew what he was planning on using this for he would never have forced it on him. Now that brought a smile to his lips.

"Is that what Yao made?" Alfred asked curiously. The strain in his voice apparent.

"When you're with me, I don't want you talking about anyone else." He brushed his lips against Alfred's. "Only talk about me. Only think about me."

He licked those chapped lips, his tongue given passage into that decadent cavern, the sweet taste of Alfred once again flooding his senses.

After a few minutes Ivan pushed Alfred's legs further apart. Quickly he pushed his slick finger into Alfred's entrance.

Alfred pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dilated. "Wait, just—" he squirmed uncomfortably. He gasped sharply as Ivan began moving his finger. Ivan moved slowly, his finger stroking with precise, deliberate strokes. "Ugh…" Alfred moaned deeply, his body shuddering as Ivan stroked something deep within him. Ivan stilled, the pressure around his finger suddenly tight. The sudden desire to just plunge his own cock within Alfred's body spiked, but he pushed it away. He promised he'd be gentle, hadn't he?

Slowly he pushed in his second finger, and after some time the third. Alfred's breath came in fast pants. He bit his lip as Ivan continued his strokes. His head hanged back as he groaned, whether from pain or pleasure, Ivan wasn't sure.

At last he pulled his fingers out, and Alfred breathed a sigh of relief. Ivan couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes. Did he think that was it? With the remaining oil he slicked his thick member. He gripped Alfred's hip, throwing one of Alfred's legs over his shoulder he positioned himself.

"Don't turn away," he demanded.

Slowly he penetrated Alfred's body, watching his elf's face scrunch-up in pain. Alfred bit his lip, blood seeping from the pressure. He held Alfred's hips tightly, enjoying the cold feel of lyrium against his skin. Alfred thrashed against him, trying in vain to move away.

Ivan shuddered as he sheathed himself completely within the elf's welcoming heat. Tears leaked from the ends of Alfred's eyes. Gently Ivan wiped away the tears. He had been with only two other people intimately, and none of them had ever cried, much less tried to fight him off.

"You said it- it wouldn't hurt!" Alfred accused, angrily slapping away Ivan's hand.

"No. I said I would be gentle." His eyes glinted darkly. "And I was. I didn't have to prepare you."

Without warning he began to move. Alfred clutched the surface of the desk desperately, with every thrust tears threatened to fall from his eyes. The pain lasted only so long, Ivan once again found that spot of pleasure within him.

Now each thrust brought a spike a pleasure, Alfred moaned lewdly, his control over his emotions all but gone under Ivan's touch. Alfred wrapped around Ivan's neck, desperate to cling to something.

Ivan began to thrust with renew vigor. Alfred's body was hot and tight, and Ivan couldn't help but shiver as he felt Alfred tighten about him. Ivan gripped Alfred's neglected member, pumping it with his thrust. He felt the tight rings of muscle tighten about him, and knew that Alfred was close.

He thrust hard, feeling Alfred's legs quiver as they wrapped around him. Did the elf realize that he was pushing him further in?

Without warning Alfred bit Ivan's shoulder as he came, his essence spilling in between them.

Ivan continued his frenzied thrust, his resolve crumbling as Alfred tightened uncomfortably around him. He came with a low groan, burying his head into Alfred's neck.

Their pants filled the quiet room, the only other sound the cackling of the dying fire.

Alfred's grip lessened on him as the minutes passed. Slightly concerned he pried the elf off his shoulder. "Sleeping?" he smiled despite himself. Of course he would be sleeping. Why was he surprised? Slowly he pulled out of the elf, his essence leaking out of the exhausted body.

Gingerly he lifted the elf, holding him tightly against his body.

"There can be no doubt that you belong to me now…" he mumbled into the crown of wheat-blonde hair.


Alfred groaned as he awoke, his whole body aching. He opened his eyes but quickly closed them. "Creators," he muttered hoarsely. He slowly rubbed his face, the events of last night hitting him in the face.

He bit his lip, hissing in pain as he reopened the cuts he made the previous night. He wanted to be mad, to go and punch Ivan in that happy pompous face of his.

But he choose this.

No one else was to blame for last night's events but him. He… he was the one who had given in to Ivan. Given in to the safety that only Ivan seemed capable of providing him.

He attempted to get up and hissed. Gently he rubbed his lower back, the pain increasing as he sat up. "Fuck."

Awesome, just awesome. He flopped down on the bed, his body protesting the action. He gripped the pillow and covered his face.

He laid like that for quite some time, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

"… Wait," he removed the pillow slowly, his eyes straining in the darkness of the room.

Silence. There was no presence, no feeling of being watched.

The demon was gone. He sighed, a feeling of relief running through his veins. "It worked," he said in disbelief.

But why had it worked? At first he had assumed that the demon would stay away so long as he was with a mage, but it didn't pan out as he planned. He had been with Elizabeta for countless hours, but the feeling of being watched didn't waiver. It only did when Ivan… his face flushed at the recent memories.

He groaned in dismay, burying his face into the pillow.

It hadn't been too bad. He had other experiences with sex that where far less pleasurable. And at least this time he himself got something out of it.

Angrily he threw the pillow across the room, the sound of glass shattering filling the silence. Alfred sat up awkwardly, his eyes scrutinized as he looked at the direction he had thrown the pillow. "There shouldn't be any glass there." He reached for the bed stand, looking for his glasses. He gripped the cool metallic frames, shivering as he placed them on his face.

Slowly he removed himself from the bed, his legs quivering as he stood. "He dressed me." He wasn't sure if he should be annoyed or happy at the prospect of Ivan putting clothes on him, but surely it was better than having Ivan taking them off.

The room was fairly dark, just how long had he been asleep? He limped across the room, every nerve ending in his body suddenly hyper-sensitive. Half-way across the room he stopped. "This isn't my room."

Why hadn't he noticed this earlier? He looked about the room, but it was to dark to see anything that would even give a hint as to who slept there.

The room was grand, much larger than his own, which he already thought was outrageously large. While he couldn't see much he could definitely make out the shapes of many books and scrolls scattered around the room.

He bit his lip contemplatively, the pain he felt from his lip absolving some of his self-loathing. No way, had Ivan brought him to his personal room? He wouldn't… would he?

"Fuck I don't know!" he shouted at himself. Angrily he ran his hand through his tangled hair. If this was indeed Ivan's room, then it was better to leave right now before he came back, because there was definitely not gonna be a repeat of last night. Not ever.

Slowly he limped towards the door, not looking forward to his and Ivan's inevitable meeting.

He didn't need to be a seer to know that it was going to be an awkward affair.


Ferelden was a strange country. Certainly he heard of the peoples love for the mabari hounds, a creature that the Tevinter mages had created, but knowing that Fereldeners loved the intelligent creatures did not prepare him for the stench of the land.

Wet dog.

He had always assumed that Ivan was stretching the truth when he mentioned that you could find Fereldan by its stench alone. Now he suspected that there was some truth to it.

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Mabari: A breed of dogs magically bred. Each mabari chooses their master for life in a process called imprinting. Although fierce combatants, a mabari companion is shown to be a highly sociable animal, and though not capable of speech, they can clearly respond to speech with growls, whines, barks and several other actions that demonstrate intelligent comprehension. To be the master of a mabari anywhere in Ferelden is to be recognized instantly as a person of worth.

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Yao scrunched his nose in distaste. It wasn't just the smell of the land that made him take pause it was, well, everything. The land was absolutely dreary. In the Imperium one didn't have to go far to see some color, but here everything was muted.

Even their style of clothing reflected this. In the Imperium one dressed regal, but not so much so that one lost practicality, this wasn't Orlais after all, but here Fereldeners dressed not for style, but simply for practicality, nothing more and nothing less.

And the populace, Maker, where should he start? They were gruff, lacking any moral conduct. Ferelden men and women were definitely larger than those outside the country, and in the case of the men, hairier. They seemed to blame their trouble on the mages, but then again, so did the populace of most of Thedas, the empire excluded.

But truly the worst offense had to be the food. Ferelden food lacked any spices, and the majority of Ferelden cuisine seemed to be composed largely of nothing else but meat. Roasted meat, meat stew, broiled meat, meat pies…

It did nothing to quench his desire to return home. In truth he had just arrived in Ferelden, but the trip had taken weeks. Already he missed the gardens, the food, the rhythm of life that only the empire seemed capable of creating. "Huh, like a nostalgic old fool," he lamented, resting his arms on the balcony.

Already he had sent messages to Ivan, but they wouldn't reach the empire for quite some time. Which was fine. Nothing of extreme importance had happened. King Basch seemed to be having a dispute with his Grey Wardens, and had pointedly apologized to him for not being able to see him yet. He had said as much in his letters to Ivan.

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The Grey Wardens: an ancient organization of warriors of exceptional ability dedicated to fighting darkspawn throughout Thedas. They are headquartered in the very place of their founding, the Weisshaupt Fortress in the Anderfels(at one point the western half of the Tevinter Imperium), but maintain a presence in most other nations as well. The Grey Wardens are known for ignoring a recruit's racial, social, national, and even criminal background if they deem the person valuable in terms of character or ability.

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His chocolate eyes gazed longingly at the horizon, as if he would be able to see the Imperium if he wished it hard enough. Mindlessly his fingers drummed along the banister, his mind wandering.

Tiredly he rubbed his face, his hair dancing along with the wind. He had asked about Alfred in the letters. He knew that Alfred would do well, but it wasn't the ritual that had him concerned, no, it was the after affects of the test. Demons constantly watched mages in the Fade, and if they found you interesting enough they would follow you, hound you… watch you.

He was lucky that on his trip to the Fade he had his spirit with him. He couldn't remember a time when the spirit entity wasn't with him. Ever since he was a child he felt the presence around him. He didn't fear it, and why should he? It never felt malicious, on the contrary, it was soothing, and all it ever did was watch him curiously, as a child watched the world in wonder. It only approached him once, and that meeting was the only proof he needed in trusting it.

When he underwent the Harrowing It shielded him from all the demons, but the ones he had to face.

Alfred wasn't as lucky as him.

He truly hoped that Ivan knew what he was doing.

"Are you alright?"

Yao turned, light surprise in his eyes. "Ah, your Highness," he bowed, his ill-ease set aside. "I apologize, I didn't hear you approaching." He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I was just thinking of home."

She smiled, despite her young age she carried a mature air about herself. Unlike the rest of Fereldan she was dressed in a deep red dress, stripes extenuating the ensemble. "You have been gone for quite some time. It's understandable." She smiled earnestly. "When I'm apart from my brother for too long I become quite anxious myself."

He smiled.

Yes, he had heard of the princesses' co-dependency problem. In fact it was one of the reasons that Ivan didn't want to form an alliance with the country. But she didn't rule the land, her brother did, and King Basch, despite some character flaws, was a good ruler. Even the Divine grudgingly admitted that as long as Fereldan was ruled by Basch, it would be a valuable ally.

"Do you know the Divine?" he asked suddenly. Divine Roderich seemed as if he personally knew the King, so certainly he had to know his sister.

"Her holiness the Divine? I've never met her."

Of course.

"No, I meant do you know a man named Roderich?" It was a stretch, surely there were thousands of men named Roderich in Fereldan alone.

"Roderich?" she tilted her head, her blue ribbon catching Yao's attention. "I think my brother had a friend named Roderich."

Well that was interesting. The Divine of the Tevinter Imperium and the King of Fereldan were friends? He would have to make sure before he sent word back on this.

"How long have they known each other?"

She was silent for a few seconds before she shook her head. "I don't know. Big brother usually doesn't like telling me about his personal affairs."

Yao nodded, smile still in place.

"Has his Majesty finished with the Grey Wardens?" he asked casually, but his eyes betrayed him. Their intensity caught the princess by surprise.

"No." She reached for his hand and gently squeezed it. "I'm sure it won't be much longer. It seems as if everyone is tiring of arguing with one another."

He looked at her hand and smiled gently. "Yes, not much longer." But 'much longer' wasn't fast enough, he couldn't help fretting over the welfare of Alfred, or for that matter Ivan.

What had Ivan meant by that answer?


Fuck. Fuck!

Ivan was out there.

More out of shock he stood at the doorway, his eyes locked onto Ivan's impassive face. He didn't even look bothered! How could he just sit there and act like he didn't have somebody in his bed?

Harshly he closed the door, his annoyance blinding his common sense.

He couldn't leave the room without having to pass him.

How had he never realized that Ivan's study was connected to his room?

"This blows." Stiffly he made his way towards the bed, but then thought better of it. Biting his lip he hobbled towards the wall. Slowly he sat down, his backside aching from the curt motions.

"Fantastic." He leaned back, a grimace on his face. Gingerly he raised his legs, his arms resting on his knees. It looked like that awkward confrontation was going to happen sooner than he had anticipated.

Anger resurfaced, and he closed his eyes as his body shook in rage.

He was mad. Mad at Ivan, pissed at the demon, but worst of all he was angry with himself.

It wasn't the sex that he had a problem with, it was, was—shit, he'd been so damn willing. He buried his face in his knees, his face pale as he recalled his shameful moaning.

"He's not gonna let me live this down." He realized, horror written across his face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbled into his knees, the muffled noise doing nothing to put him at ease.

He gripped his knees tightly, the pain alleviating some of his anger.

"It doesn't matter. He- he was moaning too!" Ivan had moaned, especially at the end. Alfred felt his own body heating up at the memory. He groaned, banging his head against the wall. How could just remembering the noise get him so flustered?

Quickly he got up, a hiss escaping his lips as he scrambled towards the door.

It wasn't fair that he was in here freaking out about what happened, while Ivan sat outside looking like his usual self.

If he was feeling like shit, he damn sure was going to make sure that Ivan shared in his grief. He opened the door purposefully, forcing his legs to walk normally as he entered the room.

Ivan looked up, a pleasant smile on his face as he caught sight of Alfred.

"Here I thought you were going to sleep through the rest of the day," he teased.

Alfred felt his eye twitch. "I might have, but the room smelled like you."

Ivan raised a brow but the damn smile he wore didn't diminish in the least. "As I recall you didn't have a problem with my odor." His violet eyes twinkled mischievously. "It seemed you were trying to wash yourself in it last night."

Well shit. Alfred felt his face flush, his eyes darkening with anger. "I didn't want to wash myself in your scent I just –," he blushed, and Ivan's smile grew.

"Yes?" he prompted, amusement in his eyes.

"I-I just wanted you to get rid of the demon." He crossed his arms across his chest, hoping that the grimace that crossed his face could pass as a look of anger. "And you did. So don't expect a repeat of last night."

Ivan laughed, pushing his seat back he stood. "Yes, I got rid of the demon… for now." He walked towards Alfred, looking smugly pleased.

"For now?" Alfred repeated back dumbly, not liking where this conversation was going.

"Yes, for now," Ivan said as he loomed over him. "Don't tell me that you forgot." Alfred looked back at him confused. Possessively he traced Alfred's lip with his finger, blood tinting his skin. "You bit your lip again," he said with a frown.

Alfred slapped his hand away.

Slowly Ivan brought his finger to his mouth, licking the side of the digit sensuously, before plunging the blood slicked finger into his mouth. Alfred turned away, his blush spreading to his ears. Creators, why had that excited him?

He heard Ivan laugh, and turned back scowling.

"You really don't remember what I said last night, do you?" he watched Alfred openly, a hungry glint in his eyes. "I suppose I'll take it as a compliment of my skills."

"I'd prefer if you didn't," Alfred growled out.

"You don't mean that," he said smugly.

This bastard…

"Just tell me what you meant. What do you mean the demon is only gone for now?" Ivan smiled, and Alfred felt something twist painfully in the pit of his stomach.

"It's only temporary. I told you that last night," his smile turned predatory, "then again, you were preoccupied, I suppose it only makes sense that you don't remember."

Alfred felt a cold chill pass his veins. It was only temporary?

"So it'll come back?" Ivan nodded. "Oh."

"Now you see why it won't be a one-time deal, yes?"

"What?" Alfred grit his teeth angrily, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. "You tell me it's gonna come back, and think that I'm going to sleep with you again?"

"We didn't do so much sleeping as—"

"Dude!" roughly he punched Ivan in the shoulder. The moment his skin made contact the room turned icy-cold.

Ivan gripped Alfred's wrist, twisting the arm as he spun the elf around.

"Ugh, let go!" he screamed as he thrashed against Ivan.

"I didn't force you to do anything. You chose this, I even gave you the chance to stop, and you didn't take it." He pushed against Alfred's twisted arm, his eyes narrowing as Alfred thrashed harder. "Do you think you can handle the demon on your own?" he asked as he forced Alfred's face up to meet his own piercing violet eyes.

He laughed as he saw the slight fear in those orbs. "Why do you think I came back so soon? The healer was worried about you. It looked like you were about to give into the demon, considering last night's activities I believe you would have."

"No, I-gah! Fuck, stop!" Alfred screamed. He didn't need to know what they did last night, he'd been there after all.

Ivan released his hold on Alfred's face, but he couldn't break away from those violet eyes. They seemed to pull him in, demanding his undivided attention.

Ivan's eyes softened as he released Alfred's arm, allowing the elf to move away. "If you don't want my help, that's fine." He walked back towards his desk, a small smile on his lips. "At the very least it will be entertaining to see how long you can last without my help."

"What?" Alfred asked confused, still standing at the spot that Ivan had released him on.

Ivan went back to the work scattered about his desk. The conversation effectively over.

That was it? He wasn't going to force him to do anything? He looked hesitatingly at Ivan before walking towards the door.

"Alfred." He stopped, his heart beating hard. He turned to look at Ivan, as their gazes met Alfred felt a shiver run down his spine. "If you can't handle it, I will intervene. Whether you want me to or not, understand?"

"Tch, that won't happen."

"That remains to be seen," Ivan said with a smile, his violet eyes shining brightly.

Alfred stared back, almost as if he was bewitched he found it hard to break away. Only when Ivan broke contact did he turn and leave, a feeling of dread growing with every step he took from the room.


a/n: Hope you guys enjoyed!