Progress
Zevran had lost count of just how many times he had read this journal of his. In fact, he had read it so often that he would occasionally mistake an image his mind had conjured from his words for a proper memory. Alas, he had no true memories of Neri, only a rough representation of what he believed she was like based on his writings and drawings. No such things could compare to the real thing, he knew, but he couldn't exactly go out and meet her, either, not with the Seers keeping him at their Circle to recover, despite him itching to be anywhere else by now.
He had always been an elf of action, of avventura and excitement. Staying here, meditating and sparring day in and day out was not his idea of fun, not at all. He had done enough damned training with the Crows and now he felt like he was repeating it all over again.
He flicked through the journal once more, letting it fall open on his most stared at page—a double spread's worth of drawings of Neri, his Neri. Sometimes his heart ached when he stared at those images too long—like it remembered his love for her even if his mind could not. Today was not such a day; today he simply felt frustrated that the progress he was making with recalling his lost memories was so slow. Two weeks of hard work focusing on getting his memories back had only enabled him to recover bits and pieces from the three days after the last memory he had awoken with after the ritual. Three days of memories recovered in two weeks. If he kept such a pace up, he might hope to remember the two years he had lost in approximately ten years' time.
With a heavy sigh, he closed the journal.
They'd be able to talk soon, at the very least, he hoped. His note had been sent, with the second soon to follow it. And then he would simply have to wait for her reply. It would be weird to see her hand writing for what would, to him, be the first time, in his current memoryless state. He wasn't sure how he expected her to react to his news. Would she be the sort to panic and freak out? The sort to get mad at the world? Or would she just be glad to hear from him? As he understood it, he had not spoken to her properly for some time prior to the ritual he'd undergone.
Ah, but none of this was helping him, was it? He needed to get back to his meditazione, see if he could not recover some more memories from his rather broken mind. He pushed up from the bed, checking his appearance in the mirror and quickly re-tying the long silver braid hanging over his left shoulder. Such long hair, he was half tempted to cut it all off as he was used to doing with the Crows. But he had written a note to himself in his journal that mentioned Neri liking something long to hold onto, and so he had continued to let it grow.
He headed down the cold stone hallways, boots silent as he made his way to the secluded spot in the garden he favoured for its peace and quiet, not that he found the Circle particularly loud compared to his sweet Antiva City, but he found it helped him focus if he had no distractions.
He took a seat in his usual spot inside a little gazebo surrounded by colourful little bushes of fiori. He crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knees, index and thumb pressed together, and closed his eyes. He focused on his slow breaths instead of the sound of the wind rusting the trees nearby, instead of the birds tweeting their songs, or the soft murmurs of talking mages. Once all of that had been tuned out, he forced himself to relive the memories he currently had—of Rinna dying, of him learning the truth, of the Crows not caring, of him taking the job in Ferelden, of him walking to the Docks that morning and boarding the ship with his few meagre belongings. Of Taliesen running up the dock just as the ship he was on had left it, of him shouting his name. He had managed to recall most of the first couple of days of his voyage, of the stormy seas and rough winds. Much of it he had spent drinking, trying to drown out the pain he had been feeling. His stomach always twisted at having to relive every emotion he had been feeling—how dead inside he had felt, and still felt despite the time that had passed. To him, it still felt so raw and recent. He still loved Rinna and missed her terribly.
His ears flickered at hearing someone walking nearby and a frown of concentration formed between his brows as he tried to get back to recovering his memories. He had been throwing up in a bucket, he recalled, alone and sick, a most pitiful sight, no doubt. But he had not cared at the time, no sooner had he finished vomiting had he picked up his next bottle of liquore and downed that.
More shuffling of feet had his frown deepening. It was unusual for anyone to bother him out here, and he opened his eyes. He scowled, not able to see anyone from his current, seated, position, and with a slight huff, he went back to focusing on his memories.
It had been a bottle of rather cheap Antivan brandy that he had swallowed down next. The ship had rocked violently and he had dropped the bottle, spilling most of it. And, as the storm raged outside his little cabin, he had wept and screamed, letting out all of his rage and sorrow. The next time he had awoken he had been—
Another sound, whispering this time, and Zevran huffed as he got to his feet. "Who goes there?" he called out, leaning over the edge of the gondola's wall to look beyond the flowers at whoever was disturbing him, only to find, yet again, nobody there. He tsked his tongue, already getting frustrated, and pulled back, ready to return to his meditation - only for a gong to sound loudly right next to his ear. He jumped, crying out and ears flicking right back at the loud noise, only to find Sofia standing next to him with a grin on her face. She moved like a cat, this one, looked like one too with those green eyes of hers and the predatory look they often carried.
He scowled at her. "Che cazzo, bellissima?"
"Que?" she asked innocently.
"You know what," he replied.
She gave him a cheeky look, her green eyes lit up playfully. "I thought you were a fan of banging, Zevran."
He huffed out a breath, making loose strands of his silvery hair flutter briefly. "You and I both know, cara mia, that I am fond of a rather different sort of banging."
She laughed. "But this gong's made of gold; doesn't that interest you in the slightest?"
"Under normal circumstances, si, it would probably—" His mind ached painfully all of a sudden and he sucked in a shaky breath as a memory popped into his mind, clear as day. Sofia was already talking again and he lifted his hand to her face and squeezed her lips shut with his fingers. "Silenzio."
She mumbled something, frowning at him.
"I remembered something, bellissima."
Her eyes widened and he found himself smiling at her. "It is fuzzy… but I can recall long blonde curls billowing in the wind atop a mountain. There was a gong, much like the one you hold only considerably larger. Neri hit it…and then there…" He scowled, face twisting as he tried to recall. "There…was a dragon? Mio Dio, is that possibile?
He finally pulled his hand away from Sofia's mouth and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "I believe it is, asesino. There are some around still."
Zevran nodded a little distractedly, a smile curling his lips. "I did not see her face, only her back and all her hair… but-"
Sofia put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing. "It's still progress, really good progress, Zev." The encouraging smile at her lips turned a little wicked as she smirked. "I guess I need to distract you more often, then."
He scoffed, head shaking. "Would you care to explain to me why you were trying to distract me in the first place, gattina?"
She laughed lightly, dancing back away from him. "You're still too guarded—part of you always listening out for danger near you. You're allowing yourself to be distracted and aren't entirely focused on recalling your memories. I hope to change that."
He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Ah, so does this mean I shall be seeing a lot more of you now?"
Sofia flashed him a grin. "Nah. I'm going to have every mage here come and pester you instead." She winked as she skipped down the steps. "Have fun concentrating!"
"Pah," he muttered as he sat back down again. It went against every instinct he had to ignore his surroundings, to focus solely on one thing and not anything else happening around him. But perhaps Sofia was right, perhaps not doing such a thing was slowing down the recovery of his memories.
…
It was some time later, after much failure to ignore marching bands, a mage fight, an actual fire, and someone screaming every five minutes, that Zevran had finally given up for the day and had sought out the company of his little apprendista, instead.
The boy had been going through some sort of a growth spurt lately and now had considerable height on Zevran himself, a fact which the boy happily boasted about.
"For the hundredth time, ragazzo, you are human and, thus, naturally taller than elves."
"Yeah, but now it's harder for you to ruffle my hair," Bel said smugly.
"Is that so?"
Beltran gave him a worried look. "Yes…"
Zevran smirked deviously and then promptly moved from the sofa where they sat to the arm rest at Beltran's right, and ruffled his hair.
"Fanculo!"the boy cried out as he shuffled away.
"N'aw, look how cute you both are," Sofia suddenly said from the doorway, making Beltran's cheeks turn a bright shade of red as he quickly tidied his hair.
"It is a problem being this awesome," Zevran admitted.
"Is it?" she asked, brow arched.
He flashed her a grin. "Not really, no."
She laughed. "Well, be good you two, I am off to make certain I do not lose my reputation as the greatest thief in Rivain." She leaned down and kissed Beltran on the lips. "Stay safe, mi amor."
"You too, bella mia," Bel replied, hazel eyes bright as he smiled up at her.
Zevran watched the master thief leave before he slid off the armrest and down onto the sofa once more. "Tell me, my piccolo apprendista-"
"I am not little anymore. I never even was that little! And I swear, Zevran, if you're about to ask me about me and Sofia-"
Zevran laughed loudly. "Ah, such feistiness. Fear not, I was to ask nothing of the sort. In fact, I wished to know if the Crows had come after you at all. I understand they have tracked me on numerous occasions since my departure from their charming order, but there was no such information in my journal about any encounters you'd had with them."
"Mmhh. They haven't come after me…you sort of disrupted their ranks, killed a bunch of them, and just generally were a pain in their ass for a while there. And besides, if they did come after either of us now, we're surrounded by hundreds of mages. It would be pretty stupid to attack us here, right?"
"Si, it would, but the Crows are nothing if not determined, and they treat those within their ranks like canon fonder if the price is right, or if their pride has been insulted, no?"
"So, you don't think we're safe here?"
"Ah, I did not say that. To be quite honest with you, I am more worried about a certain blood mage who might happen to want me back under her thumb."
Beltran's shoulders slumped. "You really think she'd come after you?"
"That, I do not know. At a guess, I would think she is watching Neri closely instead of me…but who can know for sure, yes?"
Beltran nodded, growing quiet.
Zevran leant closer to him, shoulder nudging against the boy's. "Come now, there is no need for such melancholy." He smiled a bit. "I recalled something today."
The boy lifted his head, eyes brightening. "You did? Was it more of you throwing up in a bucket?"
Zevran chuckled heartily. "There was a little of that, si, but then your signora helped jog my memory of something else, too."
Bel twizzled where he was sitting to face him. "How did she jog your memory? And what did you remember?"
Zevran smiled warmly. "She hit a gong right next to my ear, nearly deafening me in the process," he explained, chuckling softly. "As for the memory… I am almost positive my Neri summoned a dragon atop a mountain…"
"A dragon?"
"Si. I can vaguely recall its appearance although it is all rather fuzzy. Neri hit a gong, you see, which drew the dragon to our group."
"Incredibile!" the boy said, face alight with awe, before it turned cheeky. "So, does this mean we get to do random things to you in hopes it will jog your memory?"
Zevran sighed. "I…suppose in the interest of getting all of my memories back, I could allow such a thing. But some warning would be nice, apprendista."
"Yeah, yeah… This is going to be fun!"
Zevran groaned, already dreading just what Beltran and others might do to him in the name of 'memory jogging'. Alas, he did not wish to stop them from trying, not when there was a chance he'd get to see more of Neri in his own mind.
…
"I'll start!" Neri called out happily. She fucking loved games of Truth or Dare. Loved it even more when everyone was just a little bit tipsy and in a good mood, which almost everyone at the table was because they were just damned glad to be back in the city. "Oh, and just so everyone knows. The forfeit is to strip naked and stand on the table twerking."
"That is a truly horrendous forfeit," Theo argued.
"That's why it's a forfeit. Now, Theo," she said, grinning mischievously. "Truth or dare?"
He groaned. "How did I know you'd pick me?"
She laughed. "Because you're too much fun to mess with?"
He scrubbed at his face. "I don't trust you with either… but dare."
"Very brave," Anders said, smirking from Neri's side, and Neri grinned as she bobbed in her seat.
"Alright, I dare you to… give someone a hickey on their neck."
"Ugh." He glanced around the table. "Who doesn't mind having a hickey on their neck?"
"Attractive as you are, Hawke, I'd have an interesting time explaining to the merchant's guild where that came from… maybe leave me out of it," Varric said, copper eyes shining with amusement.
Theo chuckled. "That's fine by me." He looked around, noticing that Fenris didn't seem to mind.
"I think it goes without saying that I don't want one," Carver said.
"No, you wouldn't want to have to explain that one to Yasmin," Bethany pointed out with a snort that made Carver blush.
"Yeah, I have never, nor will I ever, want to suck either of your necks, so no worries there." He glanced at Fenris again, wondering if he could get away with doing it to him. He certainly wanted to. But it was probably better if he didn't outright pick Fen for it. Instead, he pushed his seat back and moved around to the other side of the table where Merrill, Neri, Anders and Bela were sitting. "Since you gave the dare," he said as he stood behind Neri, before he put a hand in her hair, fisting it and yanking her head to the side as he descended. He sealed his mouth over her thrumming pulse point, feeling its pace pick up with a satisfied smirk, and sucked down hard on that spot.
"Nnnhhh," Neri groaned, shuddering.
He pulled back a moment later, looking down at the quickly forming bruise with a smirk, before finding his seat again. "My turn." He turned his gaze on Anders. "Truth or dare?"
Anders grinned confidently. "Dare."
"Your funeral," Theo said teasingly. "I dare you to take someone's top off…with just your teeth."
Anders laughed then hopped out his seat. "Arms up, Varric."
"Nug-shit, Blondie, why me?"
"Why not you?" Bela asked, voice husky.
"Exactly," Anders said as he leant down and got his teeth on the bottom of Varric's red shirt and started to tug. With a huff, Varric lifted his arms, allowing Anders to easily pull it the rest of the way off. Neri and Bela immediately whistled at the heavily muscled and shirtless dwarf, making Varric roll his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, drink in the view while you can," Varric muttered, taking back his shirt from Anders. "It's cold, I'm putting it back on."
"Spoil sport," Bela pouted. "You could have asked one of us to warm you up."
"There are lots of mages here," Merrill said, nodding.
Bela sighed a bit. "Not quite what I meant, kitten."
"I missed something dirty again, didn't I?"
"I'll explain it later."
"My turn to ask," Anders said. "So, Varric, truth or dare?"
The dwarf sighed. "…Truth, but you can't ask about Bianca, it's the one story I won't tell."
Anders nodded and hummed. "Alright, what's the filthiest thing you've ever written?"
Varric grinned. "You should ask Rivaini that, seeing as we write it together."
Bela snickered. "That reminds me, we definitely need to add in a scene from that slaver cave."
"Mmh. What were you thinking?" Varric asked, gloved fingers tapping his chin. "All chained up, stuck in a cage with their mouth gagged?"
"Oooh. I like that," Isabela purred.
"What exactly do you two write together?" Theo asked, scowling.
"It's friendfiction," Bela said, smirking.
"Friend fiction?" Theo asked, brows pulling together. "Do I even want to know?"
"Probably not," Varric admitted. "You're the star of the show, Hawke."
"Maker's cramping calves. What exactly do you have me doing in it?"
"Ahhaha," the dwarf chuckled coyly. "A better question would be: who don't we have you doing in it."
Theo groaned loudly. "You're writing porn about me?"
"We're writing erotic literature about a character based off of you," Varric corrected.
"We called him Randy," Bela added, helpfully, making Anders and Neri crack up.
Theo groaned again, letting his head hit the table.
"To answer your question, Blondie, I can show it to you later," Varric said with a wicked smirk.
"You better."
"Alright, Rivaini," Varric said, clapping his hands together. "Truth or dare?"
"As if you have to ask, Varric."
Varric grinned. "Flash the table."
"Just the table, or everyone around it?" she asked cheekily.
"Everyone, Rivaini."
Bela laughed lightly as she got up from the table and stood at the end of it. In one quick motion, she pulled up her dark brown tunic, flashing not just her tits but her underwear-less downstairs. Theo couldn't help but notice people blushing, Bethany, Carver, Fenris and himself included, while Neri, Anders and Varric just looked pleased, and Merrill impressed. With a smug smirk, Bela pulled her tunic back down and sauntered back to her seat, winking as she did so.
The pirate's gaze then turned to Fenris. "Truth or dare, sweet thing?"
The elf's eyes narrowed in challenge. "Dare."
Isabela's gaze lit up with mischief. "Mmh. Kiss Hawke's ass, literally, and on bare skin."
Fenris swallowed thickly, eye twitching just a little.
"Of course, you can always do the forfeit instead…"
Fenris looked directly at him. "Hawke, bend over."
Theo actually whimpered at that before he could clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself. He cleared his throat roughly and slowly stood, showing Fenris his ass. He felt the elf's gauntlets scratch lightly at his skin as he moved his leather leggings out the way. And then soft, slightly damp lips were pressing against one of his cheeks, making him still, his breath hitching.
"Maker," he breathed out, shivering as the elf pulled away and put his trousers back in place. Theo felt warm all over as he sat back down and glanced at the blushing elf, smiling shyly himself.
"Pick someone to do, Fenris," Bela said, winking.
Fenris straightened, huffing a bit. "Carver. Truth or dare?"
Carver sighed roughly. "Oh, go on. Dare."
Something wicked flashed in Fenris' eyes and Theo knew even before the words were out his mouth what he'd ask Carver to do.
"Twerk for us again."
"For fuck sa-"
"Language, Carver," Bethany scolded, giggling.
Carver huffed and got to his feet, muttering a bunch of stuff that Theo couldn't hear. "Fine," he said grumpily as he started to twerk for them all. Theo couldn't help but snicker along with everyone else. There was something so perfectly hilarious about Carver shaking his butt like that for all of them. After a few cheers and wolf whistles, Carver finally gave them all the finger and sat back down.
"Merrill," Carver said. "Truth or dare?"
"Oooh. Dare, please," the little elf said excitedly.
"Mmh." Carver smirked at her. "Make out with someone on a body part of your choice. But not their lips."
Merrill grinned. "Okay!" She got up and moved around to Theo's side. "I've always wondered what beards felt like."
Theo looked up at her with wide eyes. He had not been expecting her to pick him or his facial hair. "Uhm."
She leaned in and….made out with his beard, just as she'd been asked to do. He couldn't help but laugh, mostly because it tickled, but also because it must have looked utterly absurd. She hummed, obviously intrigued and slid her tongue against some of his neck stubble, making him shiver down to his toes.
"It's so prickly!" she giggled as mouthed against his hairy jawline.
Theo laughed. "Yeah, hair does that, Merrill."
She finally pulled back, looking amused and took her seat again. "My turn to pick someone then?"
"That's right, kitten."
Merrill hummed, looking around the table and then smiled at Bethany. "Truth or dare?"
"Mh. Dare," Bethany replied.
"Okay… Take off all your clothes and replace them with…hm. Usually we used leaves…but you'll have to use stuff in this room instead."
Bethany stared at her before blushing a bright pink. "So I have to swap my robes for…whatever I can find?" Merrill nodded and Bethany groaned before glancing at Varric. "Please tell you me have some sort of big burlap sack I can use?"
Varric hummed, tapping his fingers on the table. "Could use my bedsheet, perhaps? Tie it into a sort of toga?"
"Oooh. I can help with that," Bela said, grinning and dragging Bethany to her feet and into Varric's bed chamber.
"Well, at least we don't have to watch her strip," Theo said, before lifting his glass and taking a long swig of his drink.
"Mmh. Thank the Maker for small mercies," Carver agreed, also downing more of his own drink.
Bethany returned a moment later, holding up the bedsheet as she walked so she didn't trip on it. Theo couldn't help but chuckled at the huffy look on her face at having to wear such a thing but he soon stopped his laughter when she glared at him.
"Right. Neri," Bethany said, "truth or dare?"
Neri grinned. "Dare."
Bethany gave her a devious look. "Drink a shot of booze out of someone's navel, someone who isn't Anders."
Neri's grin widened. "Only off one person? How tame." She glanced around the table and her ochre eyes landed on Varric. "C'mere you. Lie on the table so I can have a drink from you."
Varric groaned. "Oh sure, pick the guy with the shortest legs to climb onto the table, why don't you?"
Neri laughed. "Need Carver to lift you up, do you?"
"No," Varric was very quick to reply as he clambered up onto his chair, then the table. "Can't believe I'm doing this…"
"Shhh," Neri cooed as she stroked a hand over Varric's hair. She pushed him down properly, so he was flat on the table, then yanked open his shirt, making the buttons ping everywhere.
"Freckles! That was a good shirt!"
She snickered. "You look better with it undone anyway, Varric." She picked up a bottle of whiskey and smirked. "Now, lie still," she said as she began pouring it on his chest, down his sternum, over his abs, to his navel.
"Damnit, Freckles. It was only supposed to be my navel," Varric grumbled.
Neri giggled. "I know." She placed the bottle down, then slowly, began licking her way over his chest, lapping up every drop of whiskey. Varric flinched, ticklish, when her tongue swept over his ribs, and then again when she licked just under his pecs.
Theo couldn't help but be a bit amazed at just how big Varric's muscles were. He always wore those dusters or coats, so Theo had never really gotten a good look at them, but now that he was, he was pretty sure Varric's biceps rivalled Carver's. And the low groans Varric was making as Neri licked and sucked at a nipple were making Theo squirm just a little bit in his seat. He couldn't help but wonder if Fenris would make similar noises if he-No. He was not going to start thinking about how hot Fen would look lying flat on the table instead, top ripped open and—For Fuck's sake. He grabbed his ale and tossed it back, hoping the liquid would help cool him down.
Neri finally reached Varric's navel after the dwarf swatted at her, and licked out all the whiskey. She pulled back, smirking and wiped her lips. "Yummy."
"I'll say," Isabela purred.
Neri turned her wicked gaze back to Theo and he swallowed. "Truth or dare, Teddybear?"
He huffed at her, but still didn't want to end up with a truth. "Dare," he sighed out.
"Mmhhh," she said, smiling cheekily. "Alright…Give Fenris a scalp massage for an entire round."
Theo swallowed thickly. "Maker," he breathed, probably sounding incredibly turned on. Mostly because he was. He glanced at Fenris, finding the elf with his ears pinned back with surprise and yet more colour on his cheeks. "Uhh. Is that…okay, with you?"
"You both get the forfeit if it isn't," Neri said, smirking wickedly.
Fenris glared at Neri, then gave Theo a reluctant nod. Theo sucked in a deep breath, stood, and moved behind Fenris. "I won't hurt you," he whispered. "And I won't touch your ears, either." Fenris gave him a jerky nod in reply, his whole body looking stiff as Theo slowly moved his hands to his head and placed them on all that soft snowy hair. He let out a whimpered noise at just how soft it was before stifling it by biting down into his lip and focusing on the dare itself rather than who he was doing the dare with. Gently, he let his hands stroke over Fenris' shaggy hair, smoothing down any stray strands and then cautiously slid his fingers through those tresses to his scalp and started kneading very softly with the tips of his fingers. He heard Fenris let out a soft breath just as his shoulders started to relax and Theo allowed himself a small smile before he started to rub at his scalp with a little more pressure.
"Anders," Theo said, lifting his head to look at the blond mage, finding hooded amber eyes watching his actions in approval. "Truth or dare?"
"Mmhh. Dare me," Anders replied.
"Alright…I dare you to take your top off-"
Anders snorted. "Not much of a dare."
"Not finished," Theo retorted. "And let yourself be tied up and then tickle-tortured until you absolutely cannot take it anymore."
Anders groaned.
"Where's my feathered hat," Bela shouted out as she started rummaging through Varric's wardrobe. "Ah, found it!"
"Perfect. Get his shoes and socks off too," Neri said, grinning mischievously.
"Damnit, Neri," Anders muttered even as he did as he was told.
It was Isabela who tied Anders' arms to the chair he was sat on, and Varric who tied his legs to a second chair so his bare feet were hanging off of it, perfect for tickling. And then the girls all lunged at him at once—Neri tickling his tummy, Bela his ribs, and Bethany and Merrill each taking a foot to tickle with feathers. And Anders let out a laughed cry, whole body jerking upward where he was trapped in his seat.
"Nyyyhhoo! Ahhhahno!" Anders laughed out. "Please, ahhahnahh!"
Theo grinned, quite content just to watch the tickle-torture from where he stood behind Fen as he continued to massage the elf's scalp. He kept his movements predictable and even, starting at the top and working downward, then out, along the sides, up, to near to his ear, before reaching the front again and repeating. He could tell Fenris was relaxing, and only tensed up once or twice when Theo got near his ears before he trusted him not to accidentally brush them and relaxed fully. He couldn't help but notice Fenris had started leaning into his touch and that had Theo's stomach fluttering like mad. He wished he could see Fen's face right now because he was certain it would look damned sexy. Then again, Fenris always looked damned sexy.
Another scream from Anders drew his attention back to the mage opposite, just in time to watch him pivot sideways and crash to the ground on his side, still strapped to both chairs, the girls still tickling him.
"Alright," Theo said, laughing softly. "I think he's had enough."
"Spoil sport," Isabela pouted at him. She gave Anders' ribs one more tickle before untying him.
Finally free, Anders got back to his feet, panting hard. He pulled up his trousers, which had mysteriously fallen down a bit, and shoved his loosened hair back from his face. "Varric," he said breathlessly. "Truth or dare?"
Varric chuckled. "Gimme a dare, Blondie."
Anders nodded and sat back at the table. "Very well. I dare you to…" He smirked a bit. "Make out with Bianca."
"Ugh," Varric groaned. "I just waxed her down."
"Tough, it's that or the forfeit, dwarf."
Varric sighed heavily, picked up Bianca, and very slowly leant in to plant a kiss on her flight groove. "Happy, Blondie?"
Anders snorted. "As if. I said make out with her, Varric. I want to see some tongue action."
The dwarf groaned again, looked down at his crossbow and sighed. "Sorry, baby," he said as he leaned back in and started running his mouth and tongue all over her. Weird as it was, Theo couldn't help but stare, and be a little bit turned on by it.
He dragged his gaze away and focused back on Fenris, on slowly increasing his pressure and tempo until Fenris' neck was rolling with his movements and the elf was utterly limp in front of him. It made Theo feel ridiculously smug that he was able to get Fen to relax this much, especially in front of everyone else. He wasn't sure how long it would last, of course, until Fen snapped out of it and realised where he was. But for now, Theo would enjoy it, enjoy this temporary but intimate act, knowing he'd likely never get a chance to do this again with Fenris.
"Alright, Rivaini," Varric said, finally done with his task. "I'm daring you to drench yourself with your drink and to try to walk down through the Hanged Man to the bar to order another without letting anyone lay so much as a finger on you."
Bela laughed. "Have you seen how packed it is down there?"
Varric grinned. "'Course I have."
The pirate shook her head, grabbed her drink and dumped it down the front of her tunic. She shrugged a shoulder and disappeared down the steps, leaving everyone else to watch from the doorway. Theo let the others do that, not that he was allowed to stop massaging Fenris anyway. He decided to try something new and, very lightly, dragged his nails over Fenris' scalp. Fenris shivered beneath him and Theo could have sworn a soft noise left the elf's lips as well.
"Done!" Bela shouted as she returned. "That wasn't easy. Had to jump over a table at one point, but I did it."
"You were very impressive," Bethany said, smiling.
"Mmhh. Thank you, sweet thing," Isabela purred back. The pirate's gaze then landed on Fenris. "Truth or dare, handsome?"
Theo felt Fenris stiffen and watched as he lifted his head in challenge at the pirate. "Dare."
Isabela grinned. "Good. Feel Hawke up while he's still massaging you."
They both balked at that. Theo practically sputtering out his next sentence. "What sort of feeling up?"
Bela cackled. "At the very least some groping. Might help if he turns his chair around to face you, mh?"
Theo bit into his lip, his breath suddenly getting rather ragged, and it ended up hitching in his throat as Fenris sighed and slowly turned his chair around. Their eyes met and Theo gulped. He kept his hands in all that soft hair, gently massaging, as Fen lifted his hands to Theo's hips and ran them slowly up his sides. He shivered, partly from the cold of steel brushing against his skin as his shirt got lifted up, but also because of how gentle and tentative Fenris' movements were. Those green eyes of his were watching his own hands and movements, the rest of his body held perfectly still. Fen paused a moment, unstrapped one gauntlet, and then slid that hand under his shirt to feel up his abs. Theo moaned at feeling Fenris' bare hand on his skin, at the calloused slender fingers gently moving over his abdominals. Somehow, he kept his own hands moving slowly over his scalp, massaging away even though his eyes were locked onto Fen's face, watching him through dark hooded eyes. He realised that his crotch was basically eye level with Fenris and found himself biting into his lip even harder and cursing the fact that he'd popped home to change into his leggings instead of staying in armour. If Fenris did notice anything though, he certainly didn't say anything, and instead moved his hands around to Theo's arse and groped that instead.
"Nnghhh," Theo groaned out, shuddering. Fenris glanced up at him, smirking just a little before groping him even harder and nearly making Theo's knees buckle. "Urrgh." His hands tightened a little in Fen's hair in response and that only made Fenris' hands—one still gauntleted—pinch his ass cheeks tighter. "Andraste's cock-stuffed arse," he moaned as his head fell back.
"Bloody hell," Isabela said, voice sounding just as hoarse as Theo's had. He looked over at her, remembering they were being watched and found just about everyone watching with dark gazes or flushed cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked back down at Fen.
"Your turn to pick someone."
Fenris cleared his throat a little roughly and nodded as he slowly turned his chair back around. "Carver?"
Theo's brother had his arms folded over his chest and looked terribly uncomfortable as he looked at Fenris. "Well I'm not gonna let you dare me to twerk again… So, truth."
Theo chuckled at that, as he plunged his hands back into Fen's hair to knead at his scalp.
"Very well," Fenris said. "Who at this table…do you find the most attractive?"
Carver blushed bright red and Theo grinned. Apparently Fenris had decided to make tonight about embarrassing the everloving fuck out of Carver, and Theo was enjoying every minute of it.
"Yes, Carver, who do you find most attractive?" Bethany pried, smiling wickedly. Based on the stares he'd seen his brother give Isabela, Theo would have said it would be the pirate out of this lot… then again, he'd also seen Carver blushing away at Merrill's compliments earlier on, so he wasn't certain.
"Ugh," Carver groused. "Probably….IsabelaorMerrill," he mumbled out all in one go.
"Oh!" Merrill squeaked. "Did you say my name? It sounded like you did, right after Isabela's name. Do you think she's more attractive? Is that why you said her name first? Or were you just doing it alphabetically?"
Isabela laughed and squeezed Merrill's shoulder. "I think he likes us both, kitten, adorable thing that he is."
Carver huffed. "Merrill, truth or dare?" Carver asked hastily.
"Oh, is it my go again? Can I have a dare, please?"
"Go…sit in someone's lap for a few goes, or something."
"Alright!" the elf chirped. She hopped up from her seat and then promptly sat down in Carver's lap. He squeaked. "So, what is it you like about Isabela and me? Is it her breasts? They are rather lovely, aren't they? I wish mine were that big instead of so very flat."
"Oh, Merrill. You have lovely breasts!"
"I do?"
"Of course you do! Men love all breasts, and so do I," Bela replied. "Plus, you're an elf, which means you're usually extra sensitive."
"Urrgh," Carver said, practically face-palming.
Theo and Bethany both cracked up quietly, thoroughly amused.
"Merrill, it's your turn to ask someone," Carver huffed out.
"Oh, you're right, it is." The little elf said. She turned her gaze to Bethany and smiled. "Truth or dare?"
Bethany stopped giggling to look at Merrill, wiping her eyes briefly of tears. "Uhm. Dare."
"Alright… I dare you to put ice cubes down your robes—er, bedsheets."
"What?" Bethany said half with amusement and half with sheer horror.
"I said, I dare you to put ice cubes down your bedsheet," Merrill repeated innocently.
Bethany groaned then glanced at Fenris. "I need to cast magic a second, is that okay?"
Fenris gave her a nod, and to Theo's surprise, didn't tense at all. Bethany cast a quick spell, making three cubes of ice form in her palm. And then, wincing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, she dumped them down her the loosely tied sheets and immediately squealed. She jumped around, hands waving about as she made all manner of high pitched noise, teeth chattering. "C-c-coooold!"
"Don't worry, Bethy, I'm sure we can warm you back up again, somehow," Neri said, snickering.
"Mmhh. I like the sound of that," Bela agreed.
"Nobody's warming up my sister," Theo growled out protectively.
"I can do it myself," Bethany said as she let a bit more magic flow through her hands, heat, this time, and used that all over her body. She sat down with a happy sigh, slumping in her seat. "Okay…Neri. Is there any point me asking truth or dare?"
"Nope. Dare, please."
Bethany chuffed a laugh. "Alrighty then. I dare you to…use your force magic trick on someone who isn't me and hasn't experienced it before."
"Awhh, no fun," Neri grinned. "Mmhh. Varric?"
"Ohh, no. Dwarves are very resistant to magic, no point in even trying it on me, Freckles."
"Pffft. Challenge accepted."
"Neri, not with Fen here," Theo said. "You'd need too much to affect him and the stronger your magic…"
Neri sighed. "Fine, fine." Theo watched as her gaze slowly found his, and a wicked smirk spread across her lips.
"Neri-" But it was too late. She held out her hand, and that was that. Theo's prostate suddenly got bombarded with vibrating waves of magic and he cried out, collapsing onto Fenris as his legs gave out.
"Nnnrrrrruugghhhhmmmhhnnn," he groaned brokenly, clinging to Fenris as her magic continued to roll over him. "Neri, fuckknnhhh!"
He could hear her giggling, and then, no sooner than the onslaught had started, it stopped. He heaved in a huge relieved breath. If he'd been worried before about his arousal showing…he no longer needed to be. Although he hoped the damp patch wouldn't show through his dark leathers.
Slowly, he righted himself and collapsed into his chair, breathing still hard.
"All done," Neri said. "As are you." Even without looking at her, Theo knew she was smirking wickedly and knew exactly what had just happened. He just groaned and planted his head on the table. "My turn to dare you now, Theo," Neri said, making Theo groan yet again.
"Maker's breath," he groaned as he lifted his head. "…Dare."
Neri grinned. "Suck on Fenris' ear."
"Oh, you have got to be kidding-"
"Remember the forfeit, Hawke," Varric said, chuckling.
"Mmrgh," he growled. "Fine." He looked at Fenris. "Sorry about this." Fenris had frozen up again but he didn't flee or stop him as he leant in and gently put a hand back in his hair, rubbing the back of his head, or as he sealed his lips around the point of Fen's ear and sucked.
Fenris found his breath hitching in his throat at the heat of Hawke's mouth on such a recently discovered sensitive spot. Just like the last time Hawke had touched his ear, Fenris found his nether region reacting. He swallowed thickly, ignoring such stirrings as best he could. Admittedly, that was hard to do with Hawke's hand in his hair expertly massaging his scalp and the other now cupping his jaw, thumb rubbing his cheek. He closed his eyes, and focused on his breathing, knowing this would be over soon. But there was that part there again, wanting more, wanting it to last longer, all for fear this would be all he'd ever get. He had no intention of letting such dark thoughts cloud his mind. He'd had enough of those lately. However there was little else but the mouth slowly pulling his ear deeper that he could focus on. He shivered as Hawke's tongue swirled around his inner ear, his groin twitching with interest where it already pressed tight against his leathers. He had no wish to see such arousal furthered or…completed, as Hawke's had been, and cleared his throat, hoping that would remind the rogue he'd finished his dare well enough. It did.
Hawke pulled back, amber eyes replaced by molten pools of burnished amber instead. Fenris watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed and felt his own do the same. He wondered if his own eyes looked as dark as Hawke's did in that moment and immediately dropped his gaze, not wishing the extent of his own arousal to be known so easily. He could see Hawke running a hand through his hair out of the corner of his eye and, thankfully, the rogue soon turned back to look at the rest of the table.
"Okay…Anders, you're picking dare," Theo said. Everyone had used their dares with him and Fenris to further the sexual tension between them so it was about damn time Theo made everyone else just as aroused as he was.
Anders smirked. "Would have picked it anyway."
"Good. I'm daring you to stroke yourself right to the edge…and then stop before you finish."
"Well, that's not very nice," Anders groused.
"Tough."
Anders laughed, shook his head, and stuffed his hand down his pants. Theo could tell he was already hard just from the groan that escaped his lips as his hand closed around his cock. He felt his own stirring yet again, just as it had done when he sucked on Fenris' ear, and he forced himself to look away, and downed his drink instead, before pouring out another. Neri and Bela were watching raptly as Anders touched himself, not at all surprising; more surprising were the shy looks Bethany kept giving Anders and the rosy pink her cheeks had turned. Fenris was ignoring the goings on, naturally, and taking slow sips from his wine. Carver was distracted by the very distractible Merrill who was bouncing in his lap and yammering on about how hard his legs were. And Varric was painstakingly cleaning Bianca after her recent make-out session.
Thankfully, it wasn't too much later before Anders was whimpering, close to the edge and dragged his hand away with an almost pained groan of frustration. "Andraste's knicker-weasels," he hissed out, hands clenched on the table. "Varric," Anders started to say.
"Oh, no you don't. I'm done, Blondie." Anders shot him a glare. "Ah. Poor choice of words," the dwarf chuckled. "Really though. I'm out."
"Fine," Anders said through slightly grit teeth. "Bela. Truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course," she said, voice a little husky.
He gave her a wicked look. "Ride someone's face until you cum."
Isabela grinned. "Neri, on your back."
Neri laughed but did as she was told as she crawled onto the table and flomped down on her back. "Come on then," Neri prompted.
Isabela wasted no time in climbing onto her face, and planting herself right down on Neri's mouth, her hands automatically fisting in all that curly golden hair. Neri's hands came up and held Bela's hips, just as they started to rock and roll against Neri's face. Both women moaned loudly and Theo bit into his lip, getting turned on all over again. Carver was watching with wide eyes and bright red cheeks. Merrill too was watching with curiosity and a little awe. And once again, Bethany kept looking away and then sneaking peaks which had her blushing even more.
Thankfully for them all, Bela didn't last long. Theo hissed in a breath as her body buckled and she came screaming, head and all her golden-brown hair thrown back. He shifted in his seat, trying and failing, to get comfortable, and instead focused on downing more drink.
"Mmhh," Bela hummed, slightly breathless as she hopped off of Neri's face, eyes dark and hooded.
Neri licked her lips, grinning, and wiped the rest of her face. "You're welcome," she said, throwing a wink at the pirate.
Bela laughed softly and flopped down in her chair again. With a big exhale, her gaze landed on Fenris' and turned decidedly wicked. Oh, right, it was Fenris' turn again, Theo suddenly remembered. He braced himself, knowing she'd no doubt include himself in Fenris' dare.
"What'll it be, sweet thing?"
"Dare," Fenris said in challenge. Theo knew he was competitive, but Theo had to admit, a truth wouldn't hurt right about now; at the very least it would give him some time to cool off.
"Good answer," Bela purred, smirking. She hummed, thinking, honey-brown eyes shining with mischief. "Alright. Spank someone, with your gauntlets on."
Theo bit his lip, cock twitching just at the idea of Fenris doing that to someone.
"Spank?" Fenris asked, one delicious eyebrow arching incredulously.
"You heard," she said, amused. "Spank someone's bare arse, hard."
"And by someone, I take it you mean Hawke."
Bela grinned. "I named no names, you can spank whoever you feel like, sexy."
Theo was pretty sure he heard Fenris growl under his breath before those moss-green eyes turned to him. "Are you opposed to a hard spanking, Hawke?"
Theo whimpered.
"That's a no," Neri snorted.
"Mmmhhhnnn?" Theo moaned out, unable to form a sentence or speak words, his mind bombarded with images of the steel of Fen's gauntlets biting into his ass, of the hard whacks the deceptively strong biceps could hand out.
"Put him over your knees," Bela suggested, "it's easier that way."
Theo gulped, and he dreaded to think how dark his eyes looked right now. Fenris sighed out through his nose, pushed his chair back, then patted his knees.
Theo let out another soft noise before obediently moving and lying down across his legs, breath turning ragged as he did so. His thighs were hot and hard. Theo wasn't sure he'd ever felt that much muscle in a pair of thighs before. He bit his lip and gripped the underside of Fenris' chair, waiting for the first hit. There was no doubt in his mind that this was going to be both brutal and erotic and he braced himself, tensing a bit.
A surprisingly gentle hand tugged down his leathers, baring his arse for all to see. Although Theo couldn't see everyone, he could hear various wolf whistles and catcalls from his many companions.
"Yeah, yeah, it's my arse. Go-"
Then the first hit came.
"Fuuuuckhhhnngh!" he half cried, half groaned out as his body jerked forward from the hard slap Fenris' gauntleted hand had just landed on his arse. He could feel that spot throbbing from the sting of it and he moaned shamelessly.
"Someone likes pain," Bela laughed.
"Fuck y-uuugkkk." The second slap hit a different cheek, at least, but Theo was pretty sure it was a harder hit, and with more of the metal of the gauntlet. "Bloodyfuck," he panted. He could feel his body trembling, half desperate for more, half squirming to escape. He was sure Fenris could feel his growing arousal too, right against those hard thighs of his. Rocking into his legs with each hit…
"Ffffnnhh!" he cried as the third slap hit the same spot the first one had landed on. "Maker's crunchy cock curls."
"Eeugh, Theo," Bethany groaned from somewhere nearby.
He didn't have anything to respond with other than another groaned cry as Fenris hit the same spot three times in quick succession. "Guuuuhh.. Fuck," he moaned out, arse stinging like a bitch.
"Always knew he'd take a lot," Anders commented, voice tinged with humour.
"Are we done now-ahhhnngrrh!" He shuddered, hard, sucking in a much needed deep breath through his teeth. He was sure his arse was as red as his face was by this point.
"One more," Bela said. "Really put some muscle into it."
Fenris growled.
"He already is!" Theo yelped desperately.
Then the hardest and hopefully final hit came and Theo cried out, back arching and cock kicking hard in his leathers.
"Ooohh. Pretty," Bela cooed.
"All done, Hawke," Fenris said, voice soft as he pulled Theo's leathers gently back over his tender arse.
"Ggghhnnmhhhn."
He slowly pulled back, off of his lap, and very carefully sat down, wincing slightly and immediately adjusted his very tight leathers. "Fucking'ell," he breathed out while raking a hand back through his hair, pushing the brown waves away from his sweaty face.
"You're welcome," Bela said with a wink thrown his way.
He didn't even have the energy to glare at her.
"Mh," Fenris murmured. "Carver, truth or dare?"
"Uhh. Dare, go on."
"Grope everyone at the table, breasts or buttocks."
"What, even my sister?"
"I said everyone, did I not?"
"Ughh." Carver started with Merrill, seeing as she was still in his lap, hands coming up and giving her breasts a quick squeeze that had Merrill giggling. She hopped up, allowing Carver to get up next, and he quickly moved to Isabela, giving her breasts a solid groping, much to the pirate's smirking amusement. Anders and Neri both provided their arses for him to squeeze next, and then Carver was onto Bethany who had folded her arms over her chest, unimpressed, her butt firmly in her seat. "Come on, I have to grope something." Bethany's nose crinkled but she reluctantly stood and turned a bit. Carver gave her arse what must have been the lightest and quickest squeeze ever, before moving onto Varric and groping his marvellous pecs.
Theo looked up at him when he came to his side. "Please, don't touch my arse."
"Wasn't planning on it," Carver muttered as he gave Theo's pecs a quick grab, then did the same to Fenris. "There. Done." He plonked himself back in his seat, sighing a bit, then looked at Merril. "Truth or-"
"Dare, please, Carver."
"…Alright. I dare you to swap clothes with someone."
Merrill's forest green eyes lit up at that. "Can they be your clothes?"
"What? No," Carver said, scowling.
"Oh. Why not?" Merrill asked innocently. "You're someone, aren't you?"
"I didn't mean me though."
"Well, who did you mean?"
"I don't know. Someone. Just not me."
"She's picked," Bela said, snickering a bit. "Swap clothes or you'll both have to do the forfeit."
Theo didn't hear the curse Carver muttered under his breath, but Bethany obviously did.
"Swear jar," she said, hiding a smile.
"Sod off," Carver grumped. "And I'm not swapping bloody underwear."
"Oh, it's bloody? Did you hurt yourself down there?" Merrill asked as she slipped of her green robes.
"No, it's not—it's a swear word."
Merrill giggled a bit. "I know, you're just fun to wind up."
"Isn't he just?" Bethany said a little wickedly.
Carver huffed. "How am I even supposed to fit in this?" he asked as Merrill handed over her robes, leaving her in just her smallclothes.
"You could wear it as a scarf, scarves are always nice," the Dalish elf suggested, barely holding back a laugh.
"Great. That's just great, Merrill," he muttered.
In the end, Carver ended up with her robes draped around his shoulders, like a shawl, with her leggings on half of his legs. And she was practically drowning in his tunic, so much so it kept falling off her shoulders, and the leggings she had from him were hoiked all the way up to just under her armpits, making for quite the amusing sight.
"Bethany," Merrill chirped. "Truth or dare?"
"Oh, dare then."
Merrill smiled. "Hm... Lick someone's face."
Bethany let out a breath of laughter. "Okay…" Without hesitation, Bethany got up and walked to Varric's side. She smiled down at him. "I'm going to lick your face now, Varric."
"Sunshine, I'm honoured," Varric said, warmth tinging his voice.
Her smile brightened and she leant down, cupping his jaw and back of his head with her hands before she ran her tongue up the side of his face, from jawline to temple. She gave him a cheeky kiss on his cheek before pulling away and sitting in her seat again. Then her reddish brown eyes settled on Neri.
"Your turn."
"Dare me."
Bethany nodded. "Okay… seeing as it's all getting a bit…raunchier, I dare you to get someone off, with your fingers or hand."
Neri smirked, glancing at Anders briefly. "Did that sound like an invite to you?"
Anders gave her a wicked look back. "No doubt about it."
Neri's ochre eyes flashed playfully as she glanced back at Beth. "I pick you, then."
Bethany's eyes widened and her cheeks flamed. "I've never-"
"I'll be gentle, don't you worry." Neri stood, grabbed Bethany's hand and dragged her toward Varric's bedroom. "Borrowing your bed, Tethras!"
"Won't hear me complain, Freckles."
"Well," Theo said, "Sounds like this is a good time for us to call in another round…maybe get a musician up in here so we don't hear anything…"
"I'm going with you to the bar," Carver said, standing abruptly upon hearing the first of Bethany's moans. Theo groaned and left with him, waddling a little awkwardly from the tightness of his leathers still.
…
By the time Carver and Theo returned to Varric's suite, a very red and slightly breathless Bethany was back at the table with a very smug and wicked looking Neri. Theo took a seat next to Fenris again and it was only as that wicked gaze turned to him that he realised it was Neri's go to pick someone.
"Ughh. Dare," he muttered, bracing himself for whatever ridiculous thing she'd give him to do.
Neri grinned. "Good. Make out with Fenris."
Theo's breath hitched.
"Neri…"
"Forfeit."
He groaned and glanced at Fenris. "You're… alright with this?"
Fenris gave him a small nod. "I am, Hawke."
Theo nodded, exhaled slowly, then hopped up onto the table in front of Fenris and dragged Fen's chair forward with his feet so the warrior was sitting between his legs. He swallowed thickly as he lifted a hand to cup Fenris' chin and tilt his head upward, finding slightly dark eyes watching him. He smiled softly, then leant in and sealed their lips together.
"Mmnnhhh," he couldn't help but whimper as Fenris' hot lips caressed his own. His eyes rolled back in his head, despite being closed, and he found his hand slipping upwards, wanting to be buried in that soft white hair once more.
This kiss was gentler than he thought it would be, what with how utterly desperate for Fenris he was…but he found himself wanting to treasure this moment, this kiss, him. It could be their first and last kiss, after all. And Fenris seemed just as content with the slow, soft, almost hesitant kiss as he was, his lips mirroring Theo's movements, and his hands resting with barely-there touches on his knees.
In that moment, nobody else mattered, nothing else did. There was just him and Fenris and the amazing kiss.
Theo let his fingers curl around a few strands of impossibly soft hair and gently tug Fenris' head back further. The hummed sound that pulled from Fenris' mouth sent a shiver right down Theo's spine and he inhaled sharply through his nose before dipping his tongue in once, unable to resist having a taste of this gorgeous man. He moaned at tasting the wine Fenris had been drinking all night, so rich and strong, much like the elf he was embraced with.
It was the moment Fenris' hands slid up the tops of his thighs, his mouth opening just a little wider in invitation that Theo lost what little self-control he had left. He slipped his tongue in properly, immediately tangling it with Fen's and let out a shameless moan along with it.
That seemed to spark something in Fenris, also, and Theo could feel the groans vibrate through his chest as they kissed, could feel those hands give his thighs a hard squeeze. The hand buried in his hair tugged a little tighter on those white strands, trying to pull Fen closer. He obliged, standing so that he was the one looming over Theo.
Fenris slid his tongue into Theo's mouth and Theo melted into the kiss, eagerly submitting to him as his hands clung to Fenris' soft hair. More soft whimpers left his mouth as Fen rumbled out some low noises and dipped his tongue in deeper.
He found himself tilting his head right back, letting Fenris plunge his tongue practically down his throat. He tugged Fen closer as they kissed, getting the elf standing right between his opened legs, and without meaning to, Theo found himself slowly leaning back further and further, until his back touched the table. Fenris followed him down, never breaking the kiss…his hot body and all that cold armour pressing Theo down into the hard wooden surface. His legs and arms wrapped around him, his hands tangling in endlessly soft white hair.
Theo groaned as Fenris' spiked armour pressed into his skin, at the same time sharp gauntlets dug into his scalp. It was the perfect counterpoint to the softness of Fenris' lips, hair and, skin and the gentleness in which his other hand cupped the back of his neck, with Fenris' lyrium laced fingers sending delicious shivers all the way down Theo's spine.
"Gghhnnnghh…" Theo groaned.
Theo's hands roamed up and down Fen's back, tugging at his armour, wanting to feel bare skin against bare skin. Wanting this gorgeous man to be buried to the hilt inside him. He bucked his hips up shamelessly, rocking his hard and aching cock into Fen's hard as steel length.
They both groaned, loudly, and Fen's hips snapped down hard in response, forcing a ragged cry from Theo's lips.
"Brother?" Bethany's voice suddenly called out, and Theo's mind suddenly remembered where they were….who was watching. His eyes flew open, just as Fen's did, both of them breaking the kiss. Fenris' eyes were swallowed up with black, leaving a thin halo of forest green iris around the edges of his pupils. His cheeks were heated too, and only getting redder by the minute as he pulled away from him completely and ducked his head, hiding behind a fringe of messy white hair. Theo swallowed thickly and stood up, adjusting his clothes to try to hide his arousal. He glanced at his siblings, finding them red-faced and avoiding eye contact with him. Everyone else was watching raptly, clearly just as aroused as he was, except for Varric who was scribbling at speed in his journal.
Theo cleared his throat and dragged his hand through his hair. "Uhh."
"Fuuuck me," Neri blurted.
Anders chuffed of a breathy laugh.
"No, really," Neri said, glancing at her boyfriend. "Fuck me. Now."
Anders' eyes immediately darkened and he nodded, taking her hand and standing.
"Oh no you don't, not without me!" Isabela said, also standing.
Varric chuckled. "Guess that's goodbye, then. See you, Blondie, Freckles, Rivaini," he said with a nod to each of them.
Theo gave them an embarrassed wave goodbye and cleared his throat again. "We should get outta here too."
"Good idea," Carver said, standing abruptly. "I'll walk you home, Merrill."
"I'll join you," Bethany said, still avoiding eye contact with Theo.
His siblings left with Merrill, leaving Theo to walk back with Fenris, alone.
They didn't say anything until they were nearly at the house, both of them too awkward and embarrassed to address what had just happened. Theo was still rock hard and he knew he needed to rub one out before bed, not that such a thing would take long; he was pretty sure three strokes would be all he'd need before he popped off tonight.
He couldn't not say something though. So he stopped walking. "Fen?"
"Hawke?" Fenris replied, stopping and turning his head toward him, without actually meeting his gaze.
"I…that was..."
One luminescent eye finally met his gaze, searching his face, clearly trying to read him. "Yes?"
Theo stepped closer to him, expression softening. "…Incredible."
He was sure he spotted Fenris' cheeks flush further as the elf ducked his gaze again. Theo stepped closer still and gently took Fenris' hand with both of his. Fenris didn't flinch away, just watched him curiously and Theo smiled at him, the booze still in his system making him bolder. "You're a damned good kisser, I hope you know. Can't say I'd mind kissing you again. Or a lot. Or all the time…"
Fenris swallowed, his throat bobbing with the action, but his back straightened somewhat. "You are drunk, Hawke." Fenris pulled his hand free, body stiffening. "It is the only time you want such things."
Theo didn't get a chance to reply before Fen carried on walking, shoulders back to their usual tensed state. Theo watched his back, body slumping. "It isn't," he whispered to the wind.
A/N: Loooong one.
Hope you enjoyed it though!
I love torturing Theo and Fen so this was fun to write XD
Thanks to Lys, my amazing beta and everyone who's still reading this beastie.
Lots of love.