Notes: Each chapter is a one-shot only, based off original and gathered prompts, that all, in some way or another, involve Sebastian – breaking his vows, more often than not. I do so love to torture him. NSFW!

Warnings: Heavy smut, 16+ at all times, drugging/spells, blackmail, threesomes, slight bondage, etc. This one is strictly Male/Male, if that is not your thing, I suggest skipping this chapter. I would love it if you did read, as this is my first attempt at M/M, and would love you even more if you took a moment to review! :D

Original Idea/Prompt: I offered Hatseput a fic of her choice and this is what she requested; M/M fic with Dom!Sebastian and Sub!Fenris, with a little bit of dirty talk.

Thanks: To Hatseput for the delicious idea! This one is all for you! I hope I live up to your expectations!

Disclaimer: Bioware


Torturing a Prince

Dom!Sebastian/Sub!Fenris


Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven, true ruler of the land, handsome, charismatic, and never in short supply of young maidens eager to be his princess; finally in his rightful place, one would think the Prince would want for nothing, but nothing could have been further from the truth. There was something he wanted, or rather, someone. If it were one of the maidens so eager to be at his side, perhaps he wouldn't feel so torn, between duty and desire, after all he had responsibilities now, like heirs.

Watching his best friend in the training yard, chest gloriously bare in the early morning light, skin coated in a sheen of perspiration, muscles working as he swung his blade with both hands, it was hard to recall his duties, his responsibilities. He may have convinced Fenris to return to Starkhaven with him after what became of Kirkwall, but he feared what his friend would think of him if he learned of his desire for him, a desire he'd had since their first meeting that had only grown until he desired nothing else. Maker, Sebastian feared how the elf would react if he knew of his little obsession of watching him each morning from the balcony of his chambers, much less how he would take his attraction to him.

If Kirkwall had taught him one thing, it was to live every day to the fullest because you never knew when it would be over; Hawke's despair was evident when he'd been betrayed by Anders, who had doomed them all in his destruction of the Chantry. It was only a moment, but a moment was all it took for everything to fall apart. He and Fenris had been unable to stand with Hawke as he took side with Anders, to save the mages from Meredith; it wasn't so much saving the mages that had done it for them, but rather the sparing of Anders' life. They both believed he'd known exactly what he was doing, had used Hawke's feelings to his advantage, and they wanted nothing to do with him – leaving Hawke had been painful for the both of them (despite Sebastian's rather emotional promise of retribution).

He felt for Hawke now, on the run with his fugitive lover, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel blessed with the way things had turned out; Fenris was here, with him. Perhaps not in the way he truly wanted, but...it was a start.

"Enjoying the show?" The voice made him jolt and his eyes jumped down to where the glistening elf stood in the field below; arms crossed, brow raised, and lips tilted in a amused smirk.

"Fenris! I..." Sebastian could feel his face heating in embarrassment; to think he'd been caught in the act of admiring his elven friend.

"Caught you," Fenris chuckled.

The fact that he didn't seem at all bothered by it made Sebastian's heart do a little bit of a flop in his chest. Not to mention made a certain part of his anatomy stand at attention. He cursed under his breath, thankful for the balcony shielding the sudden tenting of his breeches. Maker's breath, Fenris was beautiful, in no small part to the markings that eloquently decorated his flesh (markings he knew his friend hated, burned into his flesh by his former, now thankfully deceased, master).

"You're still staring," the elf remarked again a moment later, hiding a chuckle behind his hand.

"S-sorry, lost in my thoughts." Sebastian shrugged. "Shall we have breakfast then?"

"I will be right there."

Sebastian's brows rose. "Like that?" he indicated with his hand to his half dressed body.

"Worried about your reputation, Sebastian?"

"No! I - "

"Then I will be right up." Fenris gave him a cheeky grin and all the fight in Sebastian simply melted away; Maker, he hoped he could control his desire long enough to get through breakfast with Fenris sitting half dressed in his chambers.


It was getting increasingly difficult to pay attention to anything Fenris was saying. Rather his cerulean eyes were locked up the elf's lips as he ate a piece of fruit; his tongue as it swept out to catch an errant drop of juice; the way his throat worked as he swallowed. Was it just him, or had the temperature in the room doubled? He certainly felt hot, flushed even. Fenris, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, so it must have been him...and the massive erection that he was hiding beneath the table.

This breakfast had to end soon, or he would end up making a fool of himself when he came onto his friend, only to push him away as he reacted with disgust; he probably would go so far as to leave Starkhaven. Who knows what his master really did to him – or that bitch Hadriana – when he'd been their slave. He didn't want to end up on the same level as them, never that.

"Sebastian? You're not listening are you?" Fenris cocked a brow, sucking another piece of fruit into his mouth that Sebastian had to admit – to himself – he envied. Envious of a piece of fruit.

"Hm?" He jerked his eyes back to the elf's mossy green, almost enticing, ones.

"The training regiment?"

"Ah...afraid I got distracted. Mind telling me again?" Sebastian played it off as best he could, waving a hand dismissively, but Fenris' eyes narrowed a slight as if judging his excuse.

Fenris started speaking again, but as before, Sebastian found himself distracted as he watched his friend pick up a sausage from the plate and suck it between his lips, teeth biting off the end of it before he chewed, pausing long enough in his talking to eat it. It was his lips wrapping around the link just before he bit down that had Sebastian squirming in his seat, his cock hard enough to almost be painful at this point.

They'd had breakfast before, but never had Fenris come to their meal only half dressed; perhaps that was what was making it so much harder to concentrate than normal. Fenris reached for another piece of cantaloupe, sucking on it before popping it into his mouth, juice leaking from his lips to roll down his chin and onto his chest. The elf was quick to swipe up the offending liquid with his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. Sebastian was enthralled. He couldn't look away as Fenris' tongue swirled around his fingertips to lap up the juice.

When Fenris made the smallest noise of pleasure, Sebastian knew he was lost. There was no turning back now.

Sebastian's eyes watched as another piece of fruit was offered up to the elf's sinful mouth, juice escaping to dribble on his chin and chest; before he knew what he was doing, his chair was crashing to the floor and he was moving around the table, yanking Fenris up by his arm, head dipping down so that his tongue could snake out and lap up the trail of juice from Fenris' chest. Fenris had stiffened, his markings flaring up at the unexpected move, but he soon went limp in Sebastian's hold, much to the Prince's surprise.

His head lifted and his heated gaze met the elf's. They stared, for a long moment, at each other, but Sebastian was pleased to see Fenris' pupils were dilated, his own gaze heated. He was sure he had to be dreaming now. Fenris really couldn't be looking at him this way, could he?

The young lad in Sebastian – that had spent years in sinful abandon – rose up sharply within him, his old, dominant nature roaring to life. He growled, leaning down to nip at the edge of Fenris' bottom lip. "You were doing it on purpose, weren't you? You like teasing me in such a way, Fenris?"

Fenris gasped and his whole body gave a shudder that made Sebastian groan. "Tease you – what?"

"Don't play coy with me," Sebastian drawled, sliding a hand up from his friend's arm to wrench a hand in his snow white hair. Lips fell against Fenris' ear, his hot breath fanning it as he spoke, "you had to know what you were doing; sucking on that fruit and licking your fingertips in such way...you had to know I was imagining it dancing over my cock."

"Sebastian - "

He wrenched his hand tighter in Fenris' hair, nipping his ear lobe to cut him off; Fenris moaned, and Sebastian was instantly, and impossibly, hard for him. Maker, he'd only ever heard that noise in his dreams. The reality of it was much more sinfully arousing. "I'd be more than happy to oblige your fantasy if you wish, Fenris," he purred his name against his ear, enjoying the way Fenris nearly melted against him.

"Do you want me, Fenris?" Sebastian slid his free hand down the length of Fenris' torso, over the sleek, rippling muscles of his abdomen, before cupping the obvious bulge at the front of his tight black breeches; the fact that the elf was hard for him – for him – was enough to make his head spin. Sebastian chuckled, flicking the lobe of Fenris' ear with his tongue. "As if this isn't answer enough," he breathed hotly in answer to the groan that slid from the elf's mouth as he squeezed his sizable length appreciatively.

"Venhedis, Sebastian," he panted, his name a half growl, a half groan.

"Do I need to put that dirty mouth to use?" Sebastian chuckled, moving his lips along Fenris' jaw before finding his lips and kissing him soundly. Fenris' lips parted on a gasp and he took the initiative, sliding his tongue into the elf's mouth to tease and taunt his own. He felt euphoric when he coaxed Fenris into kissing him in return, the elf's tongue actually caressing his own. As he kissed him, the hand on Fenris' cock moved, to work on the ties of his breeches until the elf's cock sprung free as he pushed down the offending material. Fenris hissed into his mouth as his fingers wrapped around it and stroked it until the elf was a moaning mass of flesh in his arms; Sebastian raised his head, gazing down into Fenris' flushed face, and sent a prayer up with his wish that he would not wake now, alone, thighs coated in his own seed.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had waited for far too long already. Ever since he'd met the elf, he'd been suffering from a near constant case of blue balls that he'd spent hours, days, years, in confession asking forgiveness for. When he'd left the Chantry and returned to rule Starkhaven, he'd given up, but now, now, that he had Fenris, aroused and ready, in his arms, he couldn't go back to that; not now, not ever.

Sebastian's hands released Fenris and turned him. He swept out his arm to clear the table, not paying attention as everything left of their breakfast crashed to the floor, before he bent Fenris over it, his mouth finding his ear and playing with it as a hand snuck around to grasp the elf's cock again. Fenris moaned and placed his palms on the table to steady himself, his body shuddering as Sebastian's hand worked up and down the length of his cock, squeezing it, caressing it, until he feared he would spill his seed all over his hand.

"Sebastian – " he groaned the Prince's name.

"Hush, love," Sebastian nipped his earlobe making the elf nearly whimper. His left hand continued to caress and stroke Fenris' cock, but his right hand pushed down his breeches, so that his palm could lovingly caress the globes of pale flesh that was Fenris' surprisingly shapely buttocks. He brought his hand to his mouth, lubing his fingers up with saliva, before he brought them back to slide between the pert cheeks and seek out the puckered flesh between; he wanted to be gentle, at first teasing the ring, before working one finger inside to find tight, hot, searing, flesh, Fenris' growl and moan nearly making him cum right there in his own breeches.

When he was sure Fenris wasn't in pain, he added a second finger, slowly working it in to help the muscle become accustomed to being stretched. The elf's hips even seemed to press back against his hand and Sebastian stroked him, first in shallow thrusts, then slightly deeper to stroke that spot he knew would make him keen. Fenris moaned loud as Sebastian continued to torture him with readying him and stroking his cock to make sure he continued to feel pleasure throughout.

Sebastian's lips found Fenris' sensitive ear once more. "You want me, Fenris? You want me in you, filling you, part of you, changing you?" He groaned the words into his ear, enjoying the way Fenris nearly writhed beneath him as he was being worked by Sebastian's very skillful hands. "Tell me what you want, my dear Fenris..."

"Sebastian!" Fenris growled out his name, clearly getting frustrated by Sebastian's torturous play, his body craving, ready, for more. "I don't beg."

"Oh you don't have to beg," Sebastian assured, nipping the tip of his ear as his hands continued. "Just tell me. I want to hear it."

"Venhedis, Sebastian, fuck me!"

Sebastian's lips curled up into a smirk and he withdrew his fingers from Fenris' hole, opening his own breeches so that his own painfully hard cock could be released from its cloth prison. That in itself was nearly a relief, but he knew he wouldn't be satisfied, be complete, until he was buried within his friend whom he'd secretly desired and loved now for so many years. Please don't be a dream.

Fenris was ready, but Sebastian was still worried he may hurt his lithe friend, and there wasn't a lot around them to lube up his cock. He continued to stroke Fenris' cock as he brought his own hand to his mouth, working his tongue and saliva all over his digits and even his own palm, his cock bobbing in pleasure as he imagined Fenris' tongue earlier, the way he licked his fingers clean of that delicious fruit dew. He dropped his hand to his own cock and stroked himself with a moan, matching Fenris' as he panted where he was braced upon the table. Once he was sure it was enough, though barely, he pressed the head of his cock against that puckered star; he froze, his heart a thundering stampede in his ears, body trembling. This was it – now or never.

"Fenris," he kept himself there and leaned down to tease his elf's earlobe with his tongue. "Beg."

"What?" Fenris nearly jolted in outrage, despite the shudder that belied it. He growled and tried to push back against Sebastian's cock, but Sebastian moved his hand on Fenris' cock, faster, making him whimper a panting moan.

"Beg," he whispered hotly into his ear.

"Sebastian – "

Sebastian growled, pushing the head of his cock against Fenris' puckered flesh, pressing in, just a tiny bit so that the elf would growl in frustration. He tongued the lobe of his ear, nipping it harshly so that Fenris hissed. "Beg me, Fenris," he purred.

Fenris groaned and tried to push back against Sebastian's cock that was penetrating him ever so slightly. "Please, Sebastian," he growled, which made the prince chuckle slightly before he stroked Fenris' cock as he began to push the length of his own cock within Fenris' tight ass.

It was so hot, tight, making Sebastian nearly whimper with pleasure. He tossed his head back as his whole body shuddered, Fenris hissing and moaning as he pushed within him. After a long, terse, moment – which felt like an eternity – he was finally seated deep inside of him, wrapped in a tight, nearly maddening grip.

"Maker, Fenris!" He called out his name, pulling slowly from him, to push back just as slow. Fenris growled, his hands catching the edges of the table as Sebastian began a slow, but steady pace. It wasn't long before the both of them were panting, moaning, bodies of flesh moving against each other; to keep his on the edge, Sebastian continued to stoke Fenris' cock even as he slid in and out of his ass, stroking his prostrate, making the elf shudder and moan deliciously. Sebastian loved every noise he made and it only made him increase his pace, begin to start pounding him faster, then harder.

After a moment of indulgence, he stopped and pulled free from Fenris, turning to elf to sit on edge of the table, ripping the breeches the rest of the way down his strong legs. His hands gripped Fenris' thighs and pulled them around his hips, pressing his cock against Fenris' ass again, pushing much more easily in this time. They both tossed their heads back and moaned loudly, even as Sebastian's hand found Fenris' cock again; the pace started slow for only a moment this time before he was pounding his hips against his hard and fast, his stroking hand matching the pace as best it could. His eyes found Fenris' face, watched as they moved together, their flesh sweaty now and glistening in the light of the room; Fenris' looked back, his eyes glassy and heated, face flushed, lips parted as he moaned, markings lit ever so slightly – it had to be the most arousing sight Sebastian had ever seen...and Sebastian had seen a lot.

Sebastian kept moving, panting harshly now, free hand gripping Fenris' hip as he continued his brutal pace; he was close, he could feel it in the way his sac tightened, but he refused to give in until he made Fenris cum. He leaned his head down and kissed the elf hotly, his tongue darting into his mouth to stroke over and all his as they moaned each time Sebastian slid back into Fenris.

Fenris cried out, his body shuddering and marking flaring bright for but a moment as the elf's seed suddenly shot from his cock, coating Sebastian's hand and falling onto his own flat abdomen. Sebastian growled and brought the cum coated fingers to his mouth, licking them right in front Fenris' heated gaze, before he, too, moaned loud, and shuddered. With a growl, he thrust his hips a few, last, frantic time, his cock twitching within Fenris as he spilled himself there.

Then, with a heavy groan, he fell over his friend where he had collapsed back onto the table.

"Sebastian?"

"Hm?" He didn't bother getting up, but rested against the slim elf, his head nestled against his neck.

"You were right."

"About?"

"I was doing it on purpose."