Ever So Sweet.
The sun peaked through the window to Mikl's room, causing the man to stir from his slumber once more. Cracking an eye open, his sight was filled by Alistair's smiling face.
"Well this is a new sight to wake up too." Mikl said just before yawning, rubbing and eye and sitting up. Alistair merely chuckled, moving from the bedside to sit by the window. Mikl couldn't help but grin, seeing the sun hit Alistair's tan face. He looked the man over, taking in his quite elegant attire. He wore a black shirt, which formed to his perfect body. The shirt was encrusted with beautiful gold patterns that glinted in the sunlight.
"What's the occasion, Stair?" Mikl asked, standing from the bed to stand next to Alistair, looking up into the man's eyes.
"Well, I'm heading to Orzammar for a meeting with King Bhelen…" Alistair said, grinning. "I was hoping you would accompany me. King Bhelen seemed to have taken a liking to you the last time we were there, and I thought maybe you'd be able to help me with a few negotiations." Mikl smiled.
"Of course I'll come with you, Stair!" Mikl said cheerfully. "Just, let me get ready, alright? When are we leaving?" Alistair placed a soft kiss on Mikl's cheek.
"Two hours. Pack lightly, our caravan is small, and we need to be able to fit in it." Alistair said with a grin, heading over to the door, leaving Mikl blushing.
Two hours later, Mikl was waiting on the road, along with the caravan that would be accompanying the two. Alistair was already at least twenty minutes late, and Mikl was getting impatient. Mikl climbed onto the back of the Caravan, sighing. No more than a few minutes later, Wynne and Alistair had appeared on the road in front of him.
"What took you so long?!" Mikl glared at Alistair, crossing his arms. Wynne laughed quietly at how childish the young man was acting. Alistair merely smiled, tossing Wynne and his own bags past Mikl and into the caravan.
"Sorry, sorry. I had to make some last minute plans." Alistair muttered, stretching. Mikl noticed that he wore no armor.
"Hey, 'Stair, if we're going all the way to Orzammar, don't you need some armor? What if we get attacked?" Mikl stumbled over his words, and he didn't know why.
"Well, we're not going to Orzammar anymore." Alistair said, before the Caravan hitched forward, nearly throwing Mikl off the back. His positioned himself farther back in the Caravan, away from the edge, as they began to move forward.
Mikl opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep? How long had he been out? He opened the door to the Caravan, and looked around. Wynne and Alistair were nowhere to be found. He hopped out of the Caravan and looked at himself. Someone had removed his armor. He shook his head. He felt groggy. He looked around, noticing that there was a small note stuck to the door. He read it to himself.
'Mikl, meet us in the Market when you wake up.'
~Alistair
Mikl sighed, heading through the main gates into the Market area of the city. It seemed oddly quiet today, not like it used to be. In fact, there seemed to be no one in the market other than a few elves, and a dwarve. He sighed, where had they gone off too? One of the elves, a small boy, ran up to him, handing him a note.
"Letter, sir!" He yelled before running off. Alistair opened the letter, once again reading the contents in his head.
'Wynne and I have gone to visit an old friend. Meet us at the Gnawed Noble tavern.'
~Alistair
The tavern. Great. He knew exactly where that was, unless things had been changed since the rebuilding of Denerim. He shook his head, and headed in the direction of the tavern. Pushing the doors open, he was greeted by a room full of people yelling, "Surprise!" but he saw only one of them. Alistair sat at the bar, a mug in his hand, and his wide, crooked smile on his face. Alistair stood, moving through a crowd of people, to stand in front of Mikl with his arms spread open wide.
"Well? It's not exactly a parade, but it'll do as a celebration for now, huh?" Alistair said. Mikl grinned, his eyes lighting up.
"This is all for me?! 'Stair, you shouldn't have!" Mikl yelled, holding himself back from wrapping his arms around the older man. Instead, he merely grabbed a drink from one of the nearest waitresses, and lifted the mug up to his lips. Alistair downed the last of his drink, setting the mug on the table.
"Well, enjoy yourself. I've got something else to attend to. Don't leave though, I'll be back!" Alistair said cheerfully, before disappearing among the crowd of people.
The party went on for hours, everyone congratulating the "Hero of Ferelden". Honestly, Mikl was never one for parties. So he took his leave to one of the back rooms to get away from all the commotion for a bit. He had just lain down on one of the couches when the door opened behind him. Alistair stepped through the door, looking quite exerted.
"Mikl. Come with me." Alistair said in an almost emotionless voice. Mikl sighed, so much resting. He stood, and followed Alistair out the door.
"Where are we going?" Mikl questioned, but Alistair merely ignored him, grabbing his Mikl's forearm to lead him through the crowd of people. When they had made it outside, into the open, Alistair still didn't let go of Mikl. He led him towards a building that Mikl had never seen before. They stopped in front of the large, magnificently designed wooden doors. Alistair finally looked down at Mikl, smiling.
"Welcome to your new home, Arl Cousland." Alistair said, kneeling in front of Mikl. Mikl began to blush slightly, doing his best to cover it up.
"You are the only living Cousland left. I saw it your right." Alistair said with a chuckle. Mikl couldn't help but wrap his arms around Alistair for a mere moment, before regaining his composure. He knelt on the ground in front of Alistair.
"Thank you, your highness." He said, before standing again, and pushing the doors open into the Main Hall. The giant room was empty, as was the rest of the estate, Mikl figured.
"Well, I think we should continue where we left off last night." Mikl whispered in Alistair's ear, pulling him into one of the side hallways, in case someone happened to wander in. Mikl made quick work of Alistair's shirt, and it landed on the floor beside them. Alistair let out a small moan as Mikl nipped at his collarbone. Alistair, using all of his willpower, pushing Mikl back slightly.
"We shouldn't do this here…" Alistair whispered between sharp intakes of breath. He quickly scooped up his shirt, before leading Mikl down the hallway farther. Opening a door, he was led into a large room. Alistair pushed Mikl down onto the bed, attacking his mouth. Mikl fumbled with the laces on Alistair's trousers, gasping slightly as he brushed the rather large ridge that was forming in Alistair's pants. Alistair's breath hitched at the light touch, and Mikl decided he liked it. He began to stroke Alistair's still growing erection through the leather of his trousers. Alistair let out low growls, as he began to remove the loose shirt from Mikl's body.
"Are you sure that you're ready for this, 'Stair?" Mikl mumbled, burying his head in Alistair's neck.
"Yes. I need this, I need you." Alistair stated before removing the trousers that covered the rest of the younger man's body. He took a minute to take the young man in, and smiled to himself. Mikl blushed under Alistair's gaze as he finished fumbling with the laces on the trousers. They easily slid off, showing the complete length of Alistair's erection. Alistair let out a low moan as Mikl slid his hand down its length. Mikl pushed the other man onto his back, nipping at Alistair's collarbone. He began to work his way lower, stopping to bite at one of the man's nipples. Alistair arched his back at the wave of pleasure that washed over him. But still, Mikl continued to move down. Mikl reached Alistair's waistline, running his tongue along his hip. Alistair's breaths came in quick, sharp intakes, and Mikl could tell that he was obviously new to this. When Alistair's breathing began to return to normal, Mikl plunged, trying his best to take Alistair's length into his mouth. Alistair let out long, drawn out moans, much to Mikl's approval.
"Oh, Maker…" Alistair mumbled, and his back arched. Alistair finished soon, but Mikl was determined to go a few more rounds before the night was over…
Dawn awoke Alistair from his sleep, and Mikl was nowhere to be found. They had gone for, Alistair couldn't recall how long. He pushed the covers off of himself, recalling the events of last night. He was sore, tired, and there were plenty of scratches, and hickeys where there normally shouldn't be. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and stood, collecting clothes from the dresser across from the bed. He pulled a pair of trousers out, sliding them on. He then pulled a shirt over his head, and headed out the door. Alistair explored the estate, eventually finding Mikl sitting at the table in the dining hall. He walked up behind the smaller man, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"Good morning, Love." Alistair whispered into Mikl's ear, and Mikl smiled. He turned his head to place a light kiss on Alistair's lips, before going back to his cup of tea. Alistair had just removed his arms from around Mikl's shoulders, when the door flung open. Eamon strolled in, grinning widely.
"I hope all is in order? I've had my men working on this place restlessly!" He said as he kneeled before Mikl.
"Oh, please, Eamon! You do me too much honor! We're all friends here, no need to be so formal!" Mikl chuckled, as Eamon stood straight again. He cleared his throat before speaking again.
"This was the least I could do. You saved Ferelden, but you also went out of your way to help my family. I suppose this is my thanks to you." Eamon said, glancing around.
"It was no problem at all. Connor sounds like a good kid, and no child deserves to be killed for attempting to help his father. And I was not about to condemn your wife." Mikl said, thinking back to that night.
"How is Connor doing, by the way?" Mikl asked. He hadn't heard much about the boy.
"Well, he's been sent off to the circle for the proper education he should get. Much to the dismay of my dear Isolde." He said, sighing. Mikl stood, smiling at Eamon.
"It's what was best for the boy. We wouldn't want something like that happening again." Mikl said. "I think I'll go visit him soon, see how he's doing. But for now, I have duties to attend to, so please excuse me." With that, Mikl left, leaving Alistair and Eamon in the Dining Hall.
And that's it for this Chapter! Please, R&R.
Finals this week, so not much writing to be going on.