Chapter 8 - Sweet dreams are made of this

Hello again...It. Has. Been. Forever...As always I don't have to tell you how crazy the last years have been O,o. Hope you guys have made it through the whole Corona ordeal so far and are still in good health!

Okay so now it is official. I am changing this stories Rating to M since this chapter is rather steamy and I want to prevent any problems. So you have been warned!

I have never written smut before and I must admit I prefer describing around the whole ordeal since I think it ruins the mood to be too graphic. Like when they just use fade to black and replace sound with music. Still steamy enough but leaving the rest to the imagination. Anyway I'm always happy about feedback when it comes to uncharted territory such as this :)

A little context for this chapter: I have always been a little mad at Bioware for disabling a romance between Dorian and a female character, so of course my mind would grab on to the flirting between the two and turn it into whatever I want ;D. So without spoiling anything, maybe you agree and you'll like this chapter, or you disagree because you are a complete Cullen-fan, even then I think this is still for you. I'm rambling. Enjoy!


You have been here before. The dank, moldy odor of these walls, with its abundant infestation of spiders and other crawling little pests isn't new to you. Unfortunately. You would never come here voluntarily were it not for those ocean blue eyes that could effortlessly break your dissolve.

So what special project had brought you here now, you wonder.

The voice floating down the stairs is your answer. "Hello Dorian."

How honey could have such a wonderful scratchy edge to it is beyond your comprehension. Like the song of a siren it calls to you, you who is ready to head for that cliff staring certain demise right in the face.

Far too willingly.

Her smile is the same she wears whenever she greets you in the library. In your little corner where nobody would be able to see what you imagine, what you almost painfully yearn to do to her every time she visits.

How her gaze makes you lose every sense and you feel powerless in the eye of her gravitational pull and you catch yourself at how ready you are to give her the world if she so asks for it.

The bile rising in your throat leaves you bitter over the amount of control this one puny Mage seems to have over you. You who would always be branded as the son of house Pavus. The one who wasn't malleable enough. The one that got away...Do you think you really broke free?

Just to become the dog of a Templars daughter? No you would never stoop so low.

Yet here you are, already wrapped around her finger as soon as she utters a word. Her scent, as she gets closer, invades your nose intoxicating you and at the same time a small voice in your mind tells you that something about this is outright wrong.

It doesn't tell you again, because the sudden feeling of her body pressing up against yours makes every other thought you could have possibly had fly out of the window.

The earth beneath your feet begins to shake, or are that you knees? How did you reach that door to the hidden library? Was your brain so befuddled by that angelic minx in your arms that you forgot walking down the corridor?

Her lips brush your ear as her fingers bury themselves in your hair, massaging your scalp and you forget your name, your position and how much this place fills you with repugnance and you want to take her right here right now.

That is when you hear it.

Muffled by the only slightly opened door, but you would recognize that voice amongst hundreds of others even though you have never heard this facet of it. One you have imagined yourself eliciting from her countless times.

As if in a trance you stretch out your arm and the small crack becomes an opening to a scene that has your blood run cold and hot at the same time.

Too many have you observed in their mindless mating rituals while you were in Tevinter, some of which you even joined out of boredom and to prove to yourself how little it mattered to you without a true connection.

What you feel now must be the equivalent to being gutted by a butcher as you see the object of your affection being defiled by another man in front of you.

How every moan, every husky breath rips at the strings of your heart while you can't hold back the animalistic desire coursing through your veins at the sight of her red stained cheeks and lips, which are slightly opened to give way to the music that torments you.

Note for note.

Her slender but strong curves tremble under his ministrations. She looks so small against the Commanders broad chest that is pressed up against her back. Their forms molding perfectly into one another. He is gentle but firm as he caresses her flesh and the jealousy you feel rushing through your system couldn't have been more violent and poisonous as in this moment. She should be yours, should breathe your name with every rhythmical movement as she explodes with ecstasy.

...

"See what you have done?"

This voice now is still like the familiar sing-sang you are so used to listen to when she speaks but this time you can clearly discern something alien within it. Something that leaves you shuddering in disgust...and fear.

"She could be yours already had you taken the initiative."

You turn your head and face the demon beside you that wears her face like a mask at a ball. The sweet smile from before now a dreadful grimace that makes your mouth run dry.

"How much you want her. To own, to conquer, to dominate."

Its fingers turned claws still stroking your neck, have shivers run up and down your spine and you suddenly feel like a little boy again, quivering in your boots as you hide in a closet. Trying to dispel the monsters from your memory.

You would flee now but your body is no longer heading your commands. If it ever had in this dream turned nightmare.

The sweet odor has turned into foul, sickening sulfuric stench as it whispers into your ear.

"It is not too late," It practically purrs with its polyphonic voice.

"I can still make her yours...Just say yes."

NO. You would never! That was what you were taught. For nothing in this world!

Not even her!

NO!

And just as before, your mind is the only thing resisting. Though your shell is slowly opening its mouth to comply. Dread at this realization instills you with the deepest fear you have ever felt. Sweat practically streaming down your temple. Your hands shake but you just can't move. You are helpless and all you ever were and stood for will be gone in a second.

..."Dorian"...

..."DORIAN!"

You are almost too blind to see the green shimmer. Almost too deaf to hear the voice calling your name.

Like the millisecond before the detonation of a Rift, pressure encloses your ribcage depriving you of all air and leaving you light-headed.

And suddenly everything turns black.

You awake with a start and the cold mountain breeze streaming in through the window makes your heaving, sweat covered chest burn with the sweetest, relieving pain you have felt in a long time.

your vision clears slowly as your breathing evens out and you find yourself inside the little chamber above the gardens which you have declared your own. How the slightly musty smell of old wood and straw gives you comfort and grounds you in reality.

But with the steady clearing of your mind come the questions you don't want to face yet. Too fresh are the images that still flash before your inner eye and make your skin crawl.

You step over to the basin with cold water. You don't bother heating it up. The hot breath of the demon on your cheek is still too vividly engraved in your mind and on your skin.

The sky outside is still dark, but there will be no more sleep for you tonight. No more dreams either...

Your bag is still dusty from your expedition in those wastes that were crawling with darkspawn and your nose scrunches up at the gore and dirt still clinging to it. What a wonderful and oh so glamorous life you are leading right now you think and pull out one of your books. A quiet thud draws your attention towards the little pouch you don't identify as your own but the moment you touch it you know what its contents are.

Her very own recipe of Elfroot, Arbors Blessing and to top it of with a little extra of Vandal Aria to enhance the effect. Your head shakes subconsciously as you mindlessly stroke the dried leaves, crushing them between your fingers. The aroma they give off as their oils stain your fingertips remind you of your painful dream and simultaneously comfort you because they conjure up memories of the real woman resting in the tower above you. Your own little sun you fear will burn you one day if you got too close.

A deep sigh escapes your chest but you are distracted from your musings again as you reach into the depths of the pouch and receive what has had you curious from the moment she had left it in your possession.

A white, seemingly simple pebble traversed by fine, glistening lines of Lyrium that cause your fingertips to tingle where its cold surface comes into contact with your skin. The rune on its underside is none you have ever seen before but the calm that is spreading through you, the longer you are holding it, speaks for itself.

The corner of your mouth pulls upwards int o a smirk as you imagine her hunched over Dagnas far too low table, trying to come up with this new creation.

The pebble comes with a note you are curiously unfolding and your next impulse is holding back the almost hysteric laughter that wants to escape your throat. Instead you only snort like one of the pigs in the pens and are glad that the thick walls of Skyhold let you at least keep your dignity if it was not your sanity.

"Sweet dreams are made of this."


If you are back again after having waited basically forever and you have made it until the end without deciding to never read anything from me again, Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :D.