A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this. I didn't have any ideas. However, Hatsepsut kindly offered me some. Hence, I came to this. This is for you dear, as usual! You've been waiting for one like this.

Notes: Each chapter is a one-shot only, based off original and gathered prompts, that all, in some way or another, involve Sebastian – breaking his vows, more often than not. I do so love to torture him. :)

Warnings: Heavy smut, 16+ at all times, drugging, blackmail, threesomes, etc. This one contains Male/Male/Male, as well as prostitution.

Original Idea/Prompt: Hatsepsut wanted me to write a m/m/m Dragon Age story, involving our naughty little Sebastian with Fenris and M!Hawke. We bantered a bit and this just sort of hit me –Hawke coerces Fenris into a trip to the Blooming Rose, for its most expensive and high end merchandise, having no idea said merchandise is none other than Sebastian Vael.

Disclaimer: Bioware owns Dragon Age and Sebastian but I'm free to obsess. :)

Torturing a Prince

Fenris/M!Hawke/Sebastian

"I do not wish to be here," Fenris mumbled, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly. It was clear the elf was cross, but to those who observed the pair, it was clear Hawke was not perturbed in the least.

"You lost the bet."

"It was a cheat," the elf insisted petulantly.

"It was not." Hawke shook his head, chest rumbling with a deep chuckle. He stroked his fingers over his stubble-sprinkled chin as his amber eyes found the sign, lit dimly by the street lanterns, hanging just above them. "A bet is a bet, Fenris. You're not going to weasel your way out of this."

Fenris growled. "I am no coward. I do not weasel out of anything."

Hawke chuckled again; ever since their reconciliation a couple of months ago, Fenris had made it damned clear that he was no longer any sort of coward – especially when it came to his feelings toward Hawke. He'd walked out on the mage once, years before, due to cowardice and had regretted it every day until they were in each others arms once more. Hawke assured the elf that he trusted him with his life – and heart – but Fenris seemed determined to prove his mettle; Hawke couldn't help but find it an endearing quality in his lover.

The scruffy, black haired mage grinned and swept a hand out toward the door. "Lead the way then, if you'd be so kind."

The elf narrowed his jade eyes on Hawke and the mage wondered if he would bail, but then with a grumble in the deeply seductive voice, Fenris strode through the wooden door leading to High Town's most frequented attraction – the Blooming Rose. Now, it wasn't as if Hawke frequented the establishment nearly as often as some others, but he was quite familiar with what lay inside; prostitution, debauchery, and pretty much anything else that would cause the Maker to shun anyone who dared tread within. Grinning like a cat who'd been treated to the finest cream, Hawke followed.

The interior was as lavish, and as lively, as Hawke remembered. He had not bothered wandering into the establishment since he and Fenris had come to an understanding; however, the bet the elf had lost this very night had brought them here, much to Hawke's pleasure, and amusement. Sure he'd had the idea, perhaps even the desire, before he had coerced Fenris with the bet; however, this was the only way he figured his plan would work – no other way would get the elf into the brothel, much less one of its many beds with a high-priced stranger.

And there was one thing that had caught the mage's attention. The Blooming Rose had supposedly new, and highly-priced, merchandise to die for; or so the rumors said. Not many could afford the going rate of twenty sovereigns, but the few who could had stories to share, stories that had Hawke's ears on overdrive. Curiosity killed the cat, as they said, and Hawke couldn't have been more curious.

"Messere Hawke!" Madame Lusine's eyes nearly popped from her head when she spied the two men striding toward her. "What a surprise!"

Hawke gave the grey haired woman his most charming smile. "Lusine, my dear, how good to see you."

Her blue gaze moved warily toward the stormy elf beside him, before a thing brow arched in inquiry. "I had heard you no longer frequented our fine establishment," she said coolly as she returned her stare to Hawke.

"You heard correctly, madame. However, I would be remiss if I failed to mention that we will be seeking your fine services this evening," Hawke replied with a grin, ignoring Fenris' petulant grumbling.

"We?" She looked between them again before her own lips curled coyly. "I see. Well, Messere Hawke, what can we do you for? Special Premium? Standard?"

"Not this time. We are here for your best. I want the Royal Service."

Lusine's thin brows arched high on her forehead, creasing it. "You are aware that service is our most expensive? Twenty sovereigns, Hawke – per head. For you and your...friend, it will be forty sovereigns – no less."

"You are speaking to the Champion of Kirkwall, Lusine. I have the money." To prove his point, Hawke fished the bag of sovereigns from beneath his robes and dropped it into her eager hands. The poor woman looked as if she were about to salivate. "You'll find your full fee plus a generous tip."

"Then we have an accord!" She palmed the bag in her greedy little fingers before passing it to the bar wench waiting just behind her. Impatiently, she snapped her fingers to summon one of the brothel's more low-priced elven wenches, who was quick to stumble to her mistress's side. Fenris growled at the sight, reminded of a time of his life Hawke knew he disliked thinking of. "Sabina, escort Messere Hawke and his guest to the royal sweet."

"Yes ma'am." She bowed her head first to Lusine, then to Hawke and Fenris. "Follow me, if you please."

"I do not like this," Fenris grumbled as they made their way through the tavern room and toward the stairs. He was clearly ignoring Sabina, more intent on voicing his displeasure to Hawke in hopes of dissuading the mage, to no avail.

"A bet is a bet, Fenris. You, my love, owe me one night in the Blooming Rose with the service of my choice."

"This is...uncomfortable, Hawke."

They ascended the stairs, Hawke pausing long enough to grasp his lover's shoulder. "Fenris. Do you trust me?" Those jade eyes found him, full of every emotion the elf could not voice. There was no hesitation there and Hawke didn't need the words; he knew Fenris trusted him. "I will take care of you, love. I promise. Think of this as a sensual adventure." Hawke winked as he moved past his lover, lips pulling into a smirk as the elf sputtered, turning a very adorable hue of pink in embarrassment.

It wasn't long before the reached the door. It was simple and eclectic, all wood with a simple, golden door knocker. Sabina lifted it and dropped it only once to alert the prostitute of incoming clientele. Hawke would have been lying if he denied being excited. Fenris, on the other hand, looked as if he might brood himself to death.

"Come in," the voice called, clearly masculine in tone. With a touch of an accent.

"The Prince awaits you," Sabina said dramatically, her eyes failing to roll subtly. Her envy could not be more apparent.

Hawke had to suppress rolling his own eyes as he took Fenris' hand in his. He pushed the door open and stepped through, practically having to drag the elf in behind him. The door was shut quickly and Hawke moved to block it, a precaution in case Fenris chose to bolt; and he looked like he just might be contemplating doing so. He edged the white haired warrior further into the room, taking in the elegant decor as they went; all white and gold, expensive, yet simply sophisticated. The bed was massive, to be blunt. It made Hawke's bed look his Mabari's. Deciding he'd had enough of the room, Hawke's eyes sought out their prize, wherever he may have been.

He found the man striding from behind the screen and when their eyes met, his jaw literally dropped.

It wasn't that the man wasn't attractive, because he was. Dangerously so.

It wasn't that the man didn't have a voice that could curl his toes, because he did.

It was the fact that the 'prince' standing just a few feet from them was really, and truly, a prince. The exiled Prince of Starkhaven, in fact. Their companion and long time friend. One who, by all accounts, was celibate.

"Sebastian?" It was Fenris who spoke first, just as much disbelief laced in his tone.

"Hawke? Fenris?" Sebastian's cerulean eyes widened in what could only be shock. It was apparent that the exiled prince had never thought this scenario would come to pass. "Ah, I can explain."

Hawke was certainly curious to hear the explanation Sebastian had, but he found his attention diverting elsewhere. Sebastian was half naked and Maker help him, but the man had a glorious chest and torso; deliciously tanned skin, strong pecs, and abs curved his abdomen and helped create the most provocative v shape that led into the man's breeches. His decision made, Hawke grinned. "No explanation needed, Sebastian. We paid for the royal service and you should know it wasn't cheap. If you would be so kind, I would like to see you kiss Fenris."

"What?" Fenris gasped the word, eyes jumping from Sebastian to Hawke.

"Who would you prefer, love – a stranger, or Sebastian?"

"If...those were my only two choices, I would say Sebastian." Fenris' cheeks flushed red and he shuffled his feet, gaze intentionally avoiding the prince as he approached.

"Then I see no problem." Hawke took Sebastian by the arm and yanked him close, kissing the prince hard. Their lips smacked together before Hawke pressed his tongue between Sebastian's plump tiers as his hands trailed down to cup the man's nicely rounded rear. Tongues twisted and slid together, breathy moans falling into open mouths. When Hawke finally did pull away, it was only a scant inch, their lips still touching. "Do you see a problem, Sebastian?"

The prince's eyes searched his and, after a moment, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "I see no problem, Hawke."

"Good, now – go kiss my elf." He moved around behind Sebastian and gave him a subtle push toward Fenris who'd been watching the exchange intently. Hawke watched just as intently as the exiled prince placed his strong, archer hands on the Fenris' cheeks; the elf's chest heaved and his breath left him in a rush. Hawke's cock turned to steel as Sebastian's lips lowered to his lover's. It was soft at first, Fenris obviously hesitant. Yet, when Sebastian slid his fingers through the elf's white locks and gripped his skull, Fenris melted. The two moaned as the kiss deepened, turning from soft and exploratory to hard and demanding. Hawke was helpless in his control over his arousal; his hands fell to his torso, anxiously undoing the ties and buckles of his robes, only ceasing their movement when the robes fell to pool at his feet, leaving him in his breeches and boots. "Enough," Hawke panted.

The two parted and Hawke felt the tiniest pinch of disappointment. He knew they were only beginning, however, and that made the disappointment fade in light of what would come next. The mage made his way to them, wedged himself between their bodies, and began the process of disrobing Fenris. Not an easy feat, but Hawke was well practiced in the art, and soon, even the elf stood in nothing but his breeches. Hawke licked his lips at the sight of Fenris' naked flesh, leaning his head forward to press said lips against the lyrium lines decorating his pecs. Sharp teeth tugged on the warrior's nipple, making him growl low in his throat, hands clutching at his mage's hair. After a moment of tortuous teasing of one nipple, Hawke drew his tongue across lyrium lines until he found its twin, tormenting it in the same fashion. By the time he decided to lift his head, Fenris was as hard as his broadsword and as worked up as he was. One look into those passion lit jade eyes and Hawke knew his warrior would broke no further protests.

Grinning, he gripped the elf by his hips and then lifted, turning enough to toss the lithe, but muscled, body onto the massive, four poster bed. Then it was back to the exiled prince who'd come to stand behind him, lips against the side of his neck. His cock twitched, body willingly pressing itself back against the warmth pressing against it. And that body was just as willing, if the large bulge pressing against his ass was any indication. Even as Fenris watched, Hawke turned his head and slipped his hand into Sebastian's hair, pulling the auburn haired young man to kiss him. Lips parted and tongue were immediately dueling for dominance, heavy pants and groans filling the air around them. Sebastian's hand found the ties of his breeches and began to undo them skillfully quick, fingers dipping inside to find Hawke's steel cock. Hawke groaned into the kiss, pressing his hips forward, sliding his cock quite eagerly into the prince's fingers as they pulled it from the confining material.

Fenris growled and crawled forward on the bed, until he was seated on the edge. He nipped Sebastian's hand, making him yelp, and then took over the task of caressing Hawke's rod. He took it in his strong hands and dipped his head to run a talented tongue along the head, before lips parted over and around it, mouth sliding down to engulf him completely until he hit the back of the elf's throat. Sebastian didn't seem perturbed by Fenris' possessiveness, continuing to kiss the mage as his hands found pebbled nipples, pulling them, tweaking and pinching, until the duo's attack nearly had Hawke undone.

Sebastian ended the kiss and stepped back, much to Hawke's displeasure. He growled but did nothing, not wanting to pull his aching cock from the bobbing heat of Fenris' mouth. Sebastian merely smiled as he undid his breeches, shimmying out of them even as Hawke watched. Maker, the man was built to be an Adonis; Andraste didn't even compare to such a form. He could see why the exiled prince had confessed to such a wild and wanton youth – and was eternally grateful to whatever force had returned him to the dark side, so to speak.

Being an archer had only complimented an already attractive body. He was lean, but toned, muscled in the arms and legs in a way that Hawke knew he lacked no physical strength. Auburn hair sprinkled a trail from the man's belly button to his groin, where a long, thick, rock hard cock stood at attention, curving up proudly toward his abdomen. Even Hawke felt envious now; Sabina's eye roll wasn't so judged now.

"Stop," Hawke growled, too close to the edge. He didn't want to come, not yet. Hands sifted through Fenris' snow white hair and gently dislodged him from his treat. He pulled the elf up and wrapped him in his arms, kissing him hotly, a mix of desire for both of them and love for Fenris. Fingers found and untied the opening to Fenris' breeches, before slipping in to find the hard, lock cock inside. After a moment of indulgence, Hawke set Fenris away from him on the bed and bent to fully pull the offending material from the elf's flesh. Then he waved Sebastian forward as he moved to finish undressing himself, being the only one left with any sort of clothing on.

The prince knelt over Fenris as the elf laid back against the plush bed. He drew his fingertips across Fenris' lyrium lines and Hawke shuddered at the same precise moment Fenris did. Both of their cocks twitched. It was an erotic sight, for sure. The auburn head dipped and teeth tugged at hard nipples as fingers descended to find the weeping cock begging for attention. Liquid leaked from the head and Sebastian smeared it with his thumb, before lifting it to his lips and lapping the essence off of his skin.

"Suck him," Hawke growled. Sebastian obliged.

As the prince's mouth found the elf's cock, Hawke moved toward the bed with intent. Sebastian's ass was a sight to behold, all muscled and corded, like he flexed the damned things every day, all day. His hands found the flesh, kneading it, making the man groan on his lover's cock as he bobbed on the length. Fenris' head fell back with a moan, eyes sliding shut as his fingers clutched themselves in auburn strands to anchor himself as the room spun wildly out of control. Hawke took his own fingers and sucked them into his mouth, laving them with saliva before daring to drop them to Sebastian's ass once more; instead of kneading, they found that puckered star and teased it. One finger first, then, after making sure he was in no discomfort, two.

Sebastian groaned in pleasure, pushing himself back against the fingers as they pressed deep and scissored to stretch his hole. Never once did he stop his rhythm on Fenris' cock, teasing him in time with the thrusts of Hawke's questing fingers; he nearly came undone as those fingers curled, striking his prostrate.

"Hawke!"

Hawke grinned, getting the message; Sebastian was impatient and wanted more. Well, he could certainly oblige. He pulled his fingers free of Sebastian and replaced them; first the head, pressing it gently against the star, then nudging it in even as the prince wriggled. They both moaned as the head popped in, Sebastian's rectum all burning sensation as Hawke pressed his hard cock home within him. Fenris lifted his head to peer at the sight, both of them; Sebastian gobbling his cock and Hawke taking the prince – it was more erotic than he could have imagined. The sight proved too much when Hawke began to move, thrusting harder and faster into the prince, pushing him down to deep throat the elf. With a cry, Fenris threw his head back. Semen shot from him in jets, splashing down the man's throat as he swallowed, and then even on his face as he popped his mouth free. Fenris found he liked his seed marking the prince in such a fashion.

Hawke's hands found Sebastian's hips and gripped them tightly, using the hold to bring the man back against his own pistoning hips hard. Each thrust pushed his cock deeper, hitting the prince's prostrate again and again until the man fell forward on his elbows. His arms fell across Fenris' thighs as he watched, the prince pressing the back of his hand against his mouth, the elf watching as he bit the appendage there to suppress his cries of pleasure. So the prince was a knuckle biter, hm? He filed that bit of knowledge away for further use at another time.

He couldn't focus on it now, not when his lover was pounding his way into the man; their mixed sounds of pleasure had him hard all over again.

"Hawke," he panted his lover's name and wriggled his way out from beneath Sebastian. "I want him too."

The mage stilled with a grin and pulled himself free. "Don't you move, Sebastian. Be a good little boy and stay there." Hawke reached for Fenris and helped him off the bed, kissing the elf silly. Then he stepped away and let Fenris take his place behind the prince who shuddered in pleasure as the elf slid home in one, hard, brutal thrust. "Maker, what a sight," Hawke growled.

He could only watch for so long before his aching erection was too much to bear. He wanted to be balls deep in his lover, while his lover was balls deep in the prince. Maker, he couldn't have even imagined this – the reality of it was just so much better than anything he could have imagined. He slicked up his fingers once more and probed at Fenris' anus, as he pounded away in the prince. But then he stilled him a moment, using that moment slide his fingers home and prepare Fenris for what was to come; then, oh then, he was replacing his fingers with his cock and all three moaned in unison – Hawke was buried in Fenris and Fenris was buried in Sebastian. A little awkwardly, they began a disjointed rhythm. Slow and steady, building the pleasure at first. It didn't take long to find the rhythm and timing they all needed, and soon, they were moving as one, writhing mass of bodies who knew what the goal was.

Fenris reached around to where Sebastian's cock pressed against the bed and he took hold of the weeping rod, pumping his hand over it in time with his thrusts, with Hawke's thrusts. Hawke's cock brushed his prostrate with every push and in turn, his own cock did the same to the prince. The room spun wildly for the three of them. Their chests heaved. They moaned. Sweat dripped from one to the other to the other and then to the bed. Fingers clutched and grabbed, bruising and scratching. Teeth and lips scored necks and shoulders.

Sebastian was the first to let go. He nearly screamed as he spilled himself on the covers of the massive bed. Fenris was next, the man's walls clutching on him like a vice; with a growl, he thrust and then stilled, jets of semen branding the prince inside and out. It was seeing and feeling both of them come undone that sent Hawke over the edge. Gripping Fenris' hips in a deathly tight grip, he pounded hard, hard, faster, and then he groaned, shuddering as he spilled himself inside his lover.

Together, they fell to the bed.

None of them said a word. They didn't have to. And it was when Sebastian started dozing off in Hawke and Fenris' arms, that the door slammed open.

Or at least what he thought was the door.

He shot up in the bed, then cried out in pain as his head hit the wood plank of the bunk above him. He blinked, disoriented. Once his vision cleared, he realized he was in his bunk, back in the Chantry.

And that he'd just had a wet dream involving his two, romantically involved, best friends.

If his ruined breeches were any indication, he had more than enjoyed himself.

With a groan, he fell back into the bed, his face as red as his hair.

Maker, what a dream it had been.