Warning: Yaoi/boy-on-boy
Pairings: ZevranXmale!Grey Warden
Story: Courting has been present in all societies since seemingly the beginning of time. Now, it is time for the ritual to begin once again.
Disclaimer: Characters (c) Bioware
Sinon (c) Me

The warrior smiled softly as his cloth skated over the beautifully polished metal of his dagger, making sure to move the cloth just right. He wanted his most prized possession to shine like liquid silver when his enemies looked at him. Looked at their vision of death, the beautifully carved elfin warrior holding a sword blazing with red flames in one hand and a blood-red dagger in the other. He screamed of death.

Though not all would agree with that statement.

"My stoic warrior…" Sinon turned his head slightly, raising a brow as he felt his lover sit behind him, wrapping his arms around the smaller elf. "You treat that blade so lovingly; I wish it was I you watched with such eyes."

"My Zevran, you are so much more beautiful than a simple dagger," the warrior whispered, leaning back against his lover. He let the cloth drop from his hand, instead reaching down to grasp Zevran's hand, bringing it forward to his lips. "But I must make my weapons shine, so I can show those darkspawn their hearts tomorrow."

Zevran chuckled, slipping his fingers against Sinon's. "May I ask what is so special about tomorrow? Is it not just another day?"

When Zevran felt his lover chuckle against him, he knew he had either say something extremely dimwitted or alluded to the fact he was no true Ferelden citizen. "I almost forgot you do not know all our holidays. Though this one I am surprised you do not know, the day of lovers of all things. The day is Valentine's Day tomorrow, my lover."

"Hm…" Zevran smiled against the raven-haired elf's skin, nuzzling it slightly. "And yet you seem to have certain distaste for this day when you have someone as beautiful and skilled as me to spend it with. Why is that?"

"The last time I spent this day with someone was… well, I wasn't a Grey Warden yet. And Tamlen was still alive. He spent the day courting me, though we were already together by then. Gave me flowers, read silly poems… I… gave myself to him that day," Sinon finished in a whisper, turning his head to lean it against Zevran's chest. He was sitting before the fire, having once been leaning against a log, but once Zevran had sat down on the log, he had immediately leaned against the elder elf.

"You want revenge, no?" the assassin murmured. "You will get it, my dear, but tonight and tomorrow, you will spend with me. For, my lover, you deserve nothing less than the best the world has to offer."

Sinon's eyes widened, lips pursing together in a slight frown. He stared at the beautiful bundle of flower that lay atop his bag, beautiful red mixing with poignant blues into a spectacular sight of love. He blushed brightly, only breaking the competition between his eyes and the flowers when he heard a mix of giggles and deep laughter behind him.

"Sinon, what did you tell that idiot?" Alistair chuckled, hiding his laughter behind his hand. Or at least attempting to. He glanced at his fellow warden, unsurprised to see the tiny elf glaring up at him.

"Aw, I think it's cute! He obviously cares about you, Warden, if he is willing to find so many flowers in such a desolate place. He is very sweet," Leliana giggled, linking arms with her friend, feeling the elf fidget against her side.

"I still do not trust him." All eyes turned to the frowning Morrigan.

"Of course you don't, you don't trust anyone," Alistair's voice whined slightly, making Sinon smile, only to cover it up. "He's been good for Sinon; you should appreciate that, at least. Plus, he has been fairly useful."

Morrigan snorted quietly, turning away. Sinon walked up to her, gently touching her arm with the very tips of his fingers. When she turned to look at him, her eyes still hard, he gave her the rarest and most beautiful thing she had ever found in the world: a smile. This smile was so much different than his blood-thirsty war cries, this one kinder, as if telling her everything would be alright. He just needed her to trust him. And she knew she always would.

"Just… be careful," she quietly warned before stalking off towards her tent.

Letting the smile fall from his features, Sinon turned back to the flowers and his two friends. Leliana held them delicately in her arms, fingers grazing the petals of the wild flowers. Sinon reached out for the, smiling only slightly when Leliana placed them within his weary grasp.

"He is sweet."

"Very." The two honestly agreed.

"So… what is this supposed to be?" Alistair muttered, watching a tanned Antivan elf wearing a silly cloth for an apron stirred breakfast in the pot over the fire. In all honesty, he didn't want to interrupt the elf or anything, because the smells wafting from the pot were heavenly. Much more delicate and mouth-watering than either his or Morrigan's cooking.

"Breakfast. My dear Sinon deserves it, he is risking everything for this mess of a country," Zevran murmured, humming as he continued to stir whatever it was that he was creating. He smiled slightly as he watched the concoction bubble.

"Oh… oh, Maker!" Alistair began to laugh, falling to a sitting position on one of the logs positioned around the fire. "You're courting him, aren't you? Zevran, the famous Antivan lover! You're courting Sinon!"

"And if I am?" Zevran murmured, an indignant huff escaping past his pursed lips. "He deserves it."

"I know that. I am his brother, and will therefore make sure he gets what he deserves. I still do not like you, Zevran, but you seem to be good for him. You will court him, and I will be watching you. Don't like for a moment I won't interfere if I see you do something… assassiny," Alistair finished in a hissed whisper, glaring suspiciously at the Antivan.

"Assassiny? Really, Alistair?" Sinon strode forward, rolling his eyes at his "brother's" protective speech. "Hm… smells good…" the tiny elf murmured, wrapping an arm around Zevran as he breathed in the scent of the… well, even Zevran didn't really know what it was. "And the flowers were beautiful, Zev."

Zevran leaned down, kissing the other elf's raven hair. "You never show this kind of affection, my dear. What has changed?"

"You," Sinon murmured smiling happily as he gently ran his fingers down Zevran's back. "You are actually courting me." With a sigh, Sinon turned content ocean-green eyes up at his lover, happy to just stare up at him. For he was small, for even an elf. "And I wish to the gods you would let me say the one thing you have forbidden from my lips. But for right now, I am content for just this."

A/N: Wow! I wrote something! Amazing, isn't it? And... really late for Valentine's Day. Sort of one of my favorite holidays. I dressed up all nice and pretty and stuffs. It was really fun. And then I forgot to write something! So... it's here now! Be happeh!

You know, that sad part is that Sinon is the only character I ever actually killed off. It was so sad!