Warning: Graphic violence. Oh yes.

"Joesphine is taking care of Rose, so I'm going with you. You needn't hurry, he's not going anywhere," Trev said as she joined Cullen on his way up the stairs. "A few hours before you came, Leliana's raven arrived. I knew you were coming, I just wanted to see Rose with my own eyes first, to really believe she was safe. But I told the others what's been going on. Not the people, but our friends. And all the guards knows Turner is not permitted to go anywhere in or out of Skyhold."

Cullen looked at her sideways while he climbed the steps, his pace still calm. "How did the others react?"

Trev snorted. "How do you think? The only thing that kept any of them from killing Turner themselves was my explicit orders not to breathe a word in front of him until you and Rose arrived." She snaked her arm around his and Cullen stopped and looked at her. She smiled and her eyes glinted with both adoration and danger.

"I saved him for you and me, my love." Her smile widened as she spoke the words and she kissed him with weeks worth of heat. Cullen groaned and gripped her arms, desperate to touch her. He was in complete awe of her. Her sweetness mixed with her dangerous, deadly side did strange things to his insides. If he didn't know her so well, he would probably think she was a bit mad. Maybe she was, a little, but not in a bad way.

And Maker, he loved her for it.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, their foreheads still touching.

"Shall we get down to business, then?" he murmured.

She smiled again.

"Oh, yes."

They walked up the rest of the stairs hand in hand. Just before they could see past the top, they heard a man cry out. Cullen looked at Trev, who shrugged and motioned for them to go forward. After they'd climbed the last step and walked into the upper courtyard, they froze, taking in the scene before them. Cullen raised an eyebrow and Trev started laughing.

Turner was on the ground, with Iron Bull sitting on top of him.

"Hey, boss. This little fucker tried to make a run for it, I figured the Commander had arrived with your sister. Is she okay?"

Trev nodded, stifling her laughter with her hand.

"Good, good. Hope you don't mind me keeping him here for you. Man, you should have seen the look on his face... I promise you he came to an abrupt halt." Iron Bull grinned while she walked up to him. She touched his shoulder in gratitude and motioned for him to stand.

Turner let out a gasp as the qunari got up, probably because he was able to breathe again. His relief didn't last long since Cullen quickly grabbed him by his collar and yanked him off the ground, lifting him up so high his feet barely touched the ground. The humour had left Cullen's face and he snarled at Turner like an animal preparing to kill its prey.

"Wait, Cullen. Not yet," Trev said.

Cullen whipped his head around towards her, still almost strangling Turner.

"Are you joking? What is there to wait for?"

"Nothing to wait for, my dear, we just need a change of scenery. This isn't the place." She walked up to him and put her mouth close to his ear, and thus close enough for Turner to hear as well. "The things we're going to do to him... It's not fit for a public area. And I don't want any of our poor servants having to spend the next week cleaning out the blood from the cobblestone."

Turner's eyes went wide and he started stuttering even as he struggled for air from Cullen's iron grip.

"No wait, please, just talk to me Lily, we can... argh... we can work this out! It's just a misund..."

She slapped him hard in the face and Cullen threw him down on the ground.

"Don't you say a word to me, you little shit." She looked murderous as she bent down over him. "If you so much as take another breath before I tell you to, I'll fucking cut your throat right here, do you understand?" Her voice was low but full of power. Turner only nodded, gulping.

Trev stood up again. "Come on, Cullen. Let's drag his sorry ass back to my quarters before he pisses himself. Bull, would you mind terribly coming with us and guard the door? I'm afraid things might get loud and messy in there. I don't want anyone disturbing us, and I don't trust anyone but you to keep their cool while they hear what they're going to hear."

Iron Bull only smiled. "Of course, Boss. I'll consider it my reward, hearing that fucker suffer at your hands."

Trev started to walk towards the keep, taking point moving like a queen, while Cullen and Bull grabbed one of Turner's arms each and dragged his whimpering form after them.

They shut the door to Trev's quarters behind them, Bull standing on the other side. Cullen threw Turner down on the floor in front of the fireplace and as soon as he'd released his grip, Trev kissed him. His stomach fluttered in excitement, both from her affection and of their impending revenge.

"You fucking whore!"

Trev raised her eyebrows at Turner, who'd gotten up from the floor and made the seriously questionable decision to scream that at her.

"Oh Maker, did you really just call me that in front of Cullen?" Her tone was wickedly amused and a smile crept onto her lips. "Boy, was that a mistake or..."

She didn't have time to finish her sentence before Cullen's fist came smashing down into Turner's face. Blood splattered across Cullen's shirt but he didn't care. It would be soaked in it before the night was over. Turner gasped and coughed and fell down to his knees, his face incredoulous, as if he couldn't believe he'd actually taken a blow. Cullen grabbed his neck and leaned down, his face so close to Turner's now that the nobleman trembled in fear, hardly daring to breathe.

"Don't you ever call her that. Do you think death is the worst I've got in store for you?" Cullen snarled and pushed him down to the floor hard.

Trev sauntered over, as if she was enjoying a stroll in the garden, not exacting revenge on her worst enemy.

"You remember when I told you he was smart, Cullen? I take it all back." She stopped before Turner, who still hadn't gotten up from the floor. "Provoking my man like that? Stupid, stupid, stupid." Her smile was frightening and, to Cullen, exhilarating.

"He is not your man! I am your husband, Lily! You..."

Cullen's fist silenced him again. Blood started dripping out of his mouth.

"Oh? I though I was a whore three seconds ago?" Trev said, watching Turner as Cullen lifted him up by the neck, forcing him to look at her. "Which is it? Whore or wife?"

Despite his obvious fear, Turner sneered at her. "No matter what you do to me, you'll always be my wife. The Chantry does not allow the dissolution of marriage, you know it." He smiled smugly at her until she started to laugh hysterically at him and his smile faltered.

"Oh Maker, are you for real? Cullen, did you hear that? He actually thinks he's going to survive this!"

Cullen snorted, and Turner's face went deathly pale underneath the bloodsplatter.

"You... you can't kill me! I'm a Dreallor, of the most powerful family in the Free Marches! My father would..."

"Your father has already been detained, you fool, along with the rest of your family, who is by the way nowhere near as powerful as you think. Did your father make you believe that you were? You're a minor house of nobility, and you've just royally pissed off the head of the Trevelyan family and his daughter, me, the Inquisitor for fade's sake! How fucking stupid can you be?"

"It would have all worked out if it wasn't for him," Turner snarled and inclined his head towards Cullen, who was still holding his neck forcefully. "He made you question me, betray me. You wanted me, I know you did. The way you gave yourself to me, offering your body to me like a whore, the way I made you scream..."

Cullen's blood thrummed in his veins as he listened to Turner's lies and when he saw the horrified look on Trev's face, what little self-control he'd possessed so far disintegrated.

With an angry snarl, he smashed Turner's head face down into the floor, shivers of satisfaction running through him when he heard the sickening crunching sound of bones breaking. He knotted his fingers through Turner's hair and yanked his head up.

Turner screamed in pain as the shock of the blow subsided and he probably realized that his nose was broken.

Trev continued to watch, her eyes dark, with anger or something else, Cullen couldn't tell.

"You really are fucking crazy. How dare you claim that I gave myself to you willingly? You forced me, threatened me every time with what you would do to my sister if I didn't let you fuck me. How you would cut her, hit her, rape her. Even after I started to pretend that I liked you, you still didn't stop your threats. You enjoyed seeing me squirm, it got you off, you sick fuck. You tortured me with it, forced me."

Cullen couldn't breathe, he could barely hear over his pulse beating like thunder in his veins. He didn't know it had been so bad, she never let it show. She must have hidden it for his sake. It made him sick.

He didn't think it could get any worse until he heard Turner scoff and speak again.

"You loved every second of it," he said and spat some blood on the floor to mark his contempt.

Cullen didn't have time to react before Trev had closed the distance between herself and them and hit Turner in the face. He screamed like a wounded animal as her fist connected with his broken nose.

"I'm going to hurt you for every time you forced yourself on me."

Cullen felt his heart break as she hit Turner again, and again, and again. He lost count and the implications made his stomach turn over. When Turner passed out and fell to the floor, she couldn't stop, and Cullen had to drag her off to stop her from kicking the limp form on the floor. Not because he didn't deserve it, but because he knew she wanted to keep him alive longer.

They weren't done with him yet.

Cullen sat her down on the bed and put his arms around her, expecting her to cry or something like it. He'd never seen her lose control like that before and expected a flurry of emotion to come crashing down on her now.

He was surprised when he saw a smile tug at her lips.

"Damn, that felt good. I've wanted to do that for so long. Sorry I stole it from you, love, I know I promised you exclusive rights to this before I kill him."

Cullen was a little lost for words. "I, uh... that's fine, Trev. Are you alright?"

"Of course. Even better now that I've gotten a few good blows in."

She flexed her hand in front of her, and he was concerned to see that not all the blood on her was from Turner.

"Your knuckles are split open, love... We should go see a healer."

"We'll do nothing of the sort. This is barely a scratch. And the pain is good, it comes from a good reason."

Cullen was even more surprised when she kissed him, with a passion. Cullen moaned into her mouth as she pressed herself against him. It felt a little strange at first, kissing like this, touching each other while they were both soaked in the blood of the man laying unconcious on the floor. But he was still filled with adrenaline and he guessed that she was too. He knew that nothing she did should surprise him at this point anyway. She did exactly what she pleased, not caring if it was strange or not. And he loved it.

She broke the kiss and her eyes lit up. "I have an idea. A fun one. You up for it, handsome?"

"Anything you desire, my love," Cullen said, already missing her lips and her heat against him.

"Go wake him up. Hard."

He complied and walked over to Turner. He bent down and grabbed him by the collar and slapped his face until his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, stay awake now. Lady Trevelyan demands it."

"Tie him up, my love. And tie him to the railing too so he can't move." Trev threw some rope to him that she'd procured from under her bed. Cullen's eyebrows raised but she just winked at him. "I was saving it for a special occasion for you and me."

Cullen felt heat spread in his lower regions at the implication of her words. The first promise she ever made to him, to tie him up and... But this was better. He put the ropes around the protesting Turner and pulled the knots hard, forcing him to sit still with a veiw out over the room.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me go, you lowlife!"

"Quit your fucking whining, you idiot," Trev said. "This is not a negotiation or an argument. You're just going to sit there and watch. Cullen, be a dear and gag him, will you? I can't stand the sound of his whining, pathetic voice anymore."

"Of course, love." Cullen tied a piece of rope tightly around Turner's head, putting it between his lips, making sure that it cut harshly into the corners of his mouth. Turner groaned in pain as Cullen brushed his broken nose while he finished the knot.

"Whimper all you like," Trev said. "I'm going to show you what you can't seem to get through your thick head. I didn't enjoy a single second of your hands on me. It disgusted me. I'm going to show you what it looks like when I enjoy something, when a real man makes me scream in pleasure. Watch carefully, since it could be the last thing you ever see in this life."

Cullen was a little shocked, even though he knew he shouldn't be. She wanted to have sex in front of this shithead? But when he saw Turner's eyes go wide and heard him try to speak angrily against the rope in his mouth, he thought it might be the best idea he'd ever heard.

And when he looked at Trev and saw the way she was looking back at him, with smoldering eyes watching him like he was the only person in the room, he knew he was done for.

He walked up to her where she stood by the bed and kissed her, and Maker did she kiss him back.

Her tongue licked the inside of his mouth before she pressed it against his own tongue, licking and sucking deliciously. She pressed herself against his hard body and his head spun when he felt the swell of her breasts against him and her hand touched the outside of his breeches, feeling his hard cock underneath. He groaned and put his own hand between her legs, and she whimpered and moaned as he pressed his fingers against her cunt and he felt her wetness soak through the fabric.

He couldn't wait to taste that wetness. He pushed her down on the bed.

"Take your jacket off," he commanded, and she immediately obeyed and unbuttoned it fast. She wore nothing underneath and he stared as she exposed her soft, perfect breasts to him.

"You like?" she purred and licked her fingers before lowering them to her breasts where she stroked them and played with her nipples between her fingers. Cullen almost came right then and there by the sight.

He growled and yanked down her trousers. He lowered his head and placed small, wet kisses on her inner thighs, his cock straining against his breeches as she whimpered in delight. He kissed his way up to her core and gave her a teasingly light lap on her pulsing clit. She moaned loudly.

"Yes, Cullen, more!"

He licked his lips and kissed her there and she bucked her hips up as he licked her over and over again. Her screams of pleasure spurred him on and he couldn't resist slipping a finger into her, working her wet heat while he lapped her cunt until she convulsed and came around his fingers.

"Fuck, Cullen! Maker, fuck!" she screamed as her orgasm took her.

He smiled and knelt over her on the bed. She took his wet fingers and licked them. They were mixed with blood and her come, and seeing her taste it was mindblowingly hot. He crashed his mouth down on hers and kissed her furiously.

She pushed him up so that he was standing at the end of the bed and she clawed at his clothes and armor. Soon, he was naked, breathing hard as her eyes seemed to drink him in. She turned around and stood on all four, arching her back, showing off her perfect ass to Cullen, who's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Come on, Cullen, let's show that little shit how it's done. This is what it looks like when I offer myself to someone I love, how I ache for it, beg for it. From a real man, willingly." She looked back at Turner, who was outraged, his face red and eyes black with anger. Trev laughed when he tried to yell something that was muffled by the rope. Cullen shivered at the delightful sound of her laughter. She turned her eyes to Cullen and they changed to adoring again. "Will you show him, Cullen?"

"Fuck, yes," he growled and gripped her hips and pushed himself into her, loud moans escaping them both as her cunt clamped around his hard cock. She threw her head back and he started thrusting into her. She went wild beneath him, squirming and pushing herself up to meet each thrust.

"Deeper," she breathed and he pushed even harder into her, angling her so that he reached all the way into her. He couldn't believe how good it felt, his whole body shivering with pleasure as he pounded into her, her delicious moans spurring him on. He watched her ass bounce up and down and he couldn't resist reaching down and circling his finger around her tiny, pink asshole. She gasped and let out small sounds that assured him that she liked what he was doing.

"Maker, yes, don't ever stop," she mumbled, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheet.

He started to thrust faster, he knew he wouldn't last much longer, the sight of it too much for him. Seeing her underneath him while he fucked her hard, his finger slipped inside her ass and she squealed in pleasure as he worked her hot body in all possible ways.

His finger pumped her fervently while he continued to thrust into her cunt.

"Ahh, Cullen! Fuck it feels so fucking good! Don't... ohh... don't ever stop! Fuck me! Harder!"

She was screaming now and he could feel her walls contract around his cock as she came again. It drove him completely over the edge and he came inside her with a loud groan, thrust after thrust of his come spilling into her.

Cullen slipped out of her and fell down beside her on the bed. The lay panting for a while, before Turner's muffled sounds became too annoying to ignore.

"Maker, what?" Trev said, her voice irritated. She slipped out of bed, wrapping herself in a blanket. Cullen did the same and pulled his breeches back on while she walked over to Turner.

"My my, why are you huffing and puffing like this, hmm? Have you learned something new this evening?" Trev said, her tone sarcastic.

She leaned down and pulled the rope out of Turner's mouth. He spat out some blood and Trev wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"You slut! You fucking whore! I am you husb..."

Trev put the rope back in his mouth, muffling his tirade.

"Guess not," she said. "Seems we need to educate him some more. Darling?"

Cullen walked over and stood towering over Turner, who went suddenly quiet, looking up at the other man. Cullen supposed the little bastard didn't feel emboldened by the look in his eyes, murderous as it was. The nerve of that fucking little shit, after all he'd done to Trev.

After all the times he's put his disgusting, fucking hands on her...

"Didn't I tell you not to call her that? Bad decision for your health, I would say," he said, rubbing his fist in the palm of his other hand before he shot it out and connected it with Turner's jaw. More blood splattered on the floor.

He felt much better.

"Shit, I'm ruining your floors here, my love," he said, a dark smile playing on his lips. He looked at Trev, who's smile mirrored his own. Her eyes were alight and full of darkness at the same time, an exhilarated look on her face as she opened her mouth to speak, her voice excited.

"Don't settle for just the floor, my darling. Paint the whole room red."