A/N: Thank you for your reviews. I didn't realize how much these one-shots were missed, lol. I couldn't resist this prompt, and it's a bit unusual, so bear with me. This is more humor than smut, but...yeah! Reviews are love!

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. Not much in warnings this time through. Some smut, as always. :)

Original Idea/Prompt: Okinawa Angel asked for, 'If you want request idea, how about Varric telling a naughty story involving Sebastian that everyone dismisses as fiction but actually was roughly based on their 'encounter' that involves Sebastian being fond of the dwarf's voice and acting on it.' Couldn't get the idea out of my head...

Disclaimer: Bioware owns Dragon Age, and Sebastian, but I like to have fun.

Torturing a Prince

Sebastian/Varric

All the eyes of those sitting at the table were locked on the dwarf who sat in complete silence, stroking his beloved Bianca with one hand. The other held a hand that would either make it or break it. Anders, Isabela, Sebastian, Hawke, Fenris, and Merrill all watched on anxiously, waiting for the short man to make his move. Isabela had revealed a hand nearly impossible to beat and with the bet in play, they all waited to see if he would defy the odds.

With a dramatic sigh, Varric laid his cards on the table with a shake of his head. "Guess lady luck wants it as badly as you all seem to want to," he chuckled, stroking his beardless chin. "Well, a bet is a bet."

"I do not wish to remain for this," Fenris muttered as he pushed himself up from the table.

He didn't make it far. Garrett Hawke growled and grabbed the elf's arm to yank him back down into his seat. "Don't be a spoil sport, Fenris," the scruffy, black-haired mage muttered back. "I, for one, do not believe Varric even has a story to tell us." He grinned. "I can't exactly imagine Varric...well...yeah."

The dwarf appeared affronted. "Excuse me, Hawke, I'm still a man."

The mage raised a brow. "Uh huh." He crossed his arms stubbornly. "I'm not convinced."

"I have the perfect story for you."

"This should be good." Hawke leaned back into his chair and kicked up his feet, right onto Fenris' lap. The elf glared at the mage, but said nothing. They all knew he wouldn't as besotted with the mage as he was. The two had been sickeningly glued to the hip since their reconciliation.

"Oh!" Merrill wiggled up and down in her seat excitedly. "This is a dirty story, isn't it? I didn't think Varric had dirty stories. Not about himself at least. Oh! Go on, go on!"

"Well I'll be, kitten is all excited." Isabela leaned against the slim elf's side, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't get too excited kitten. I can't let the dwarf take what's mine." She winked. Merrill blushed.

"Glad to see everyone has got someone to share this historic moment with," Anders huffed before he grinned, elbowing the choir boy. "Except choir boy here. We can enjoy such a moment in our mutual celibacy, although yours is intentional, where as mine is not."

"Ah...yes, as you say." Sebastian shuffled uneasily, avoiding their eyes as he turned to his drink. They all chalked it off to embarrassment; the ex-prince never appreciated being teased or picked on because of his chosen profession and the celibacy it entailed.

"So no shit, there I was, minding my own business..."

"So, no shit choir boy. I'm am not even close to kidding."

"I don't believe it, Varric."

"Of course you don't. It's ludicrous, isn't it?" The dwarf lowered his voice conspiratorially with a wink. "Too grand, perhaps? I could drop the ogre, but that wouldn't be fun."

"Who knows what to believe and not what to believe with you, Varric, when your tales are so outlandish?" Sebastian chuckled with a shake of his head, resting his elbows on the table top in Varric's suite.

"It's what I do! I wouldn't be much of a storyteller if I just stuck to the facts." Varric pointed a finger at him levelly. "How do you know that the great legend of Andraste, your prophet, wasn't exaggerated, choir boy?"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed on the dwarf, all humor draining from within their cerulean depths. "Do not blaspheme, Varric. It's unbecoming."

Varric shuddered dramatically. "Oh, Maker help me should I tarnish my good looks with blaspheme."

Despite his insistence in remaining unhappy at Varric, Sebastian felt the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. Damn that dwarf. He couldn't keep a straight face around him, no matter how hard he tried. It helped that the man oozed charisma, and on top of that, had a voice that went straight to his head. Sebastian's youth was filled with all sorts of sordid adventures, including romps with other men, but after being around Varric, and his voice, for so long, he realized he'd never done anything with a dwarf – male or female. After meeting Varric, and being around him as long as he had, he could almost regret his vows. If he were ever to go dwarf, Varric was definitely one of the best – of course, it probably helped that he didn't seem to have the normal personality of a dwarf, or the nest of a beard all dwarves seemed to sport.

He shook his head with a smile.

"What's that grin about choir boy?" Varric leaned in, suddenly intrigued. "You look like a cat who's caught the mouse."

"I just had a revelation of sorts."

"Oho! Do tell," the dwarf encouraged, waggling his eyebrows.

Sebastian studied Varric, wondering what exactly he should divulge. "You know, I did a lot in my youth. I traveled, got into fights, slept with whomever I wished, but I've realized one thing."

"What's that?"

"I've never done anything sordid with a dwarf."

Varric's brows nearly rose into his hairline. He sat back with a 'huh' and crossed his arms across his chest. "That's what your thinking about? Nug shit, Vael – how did that come about?"

The ex-prince sat back and crossed his arms across his breastplate. "What can I say, Varric – you have a nice voice."

He would have been a liar if he hadn't admitted to seeing a blush in the dwarf's cheeks. Then he narrowed his eyes on the ex-prince, leaned forward on his elbows, and pointed a finger in his direction. An accusing finger. "You have the hots for me?"

"Are you complaining?" Sebastian chuckled. "I didn't say I had the hots for you."

"You did so! What's all this bullshit about never being with a dwarf and liking my voice? You're absolutely coming onto me!"

Sebastian pursed his lips and then leaned close again. There remained only inches between their faces, yet neither of them refused to give an inch. A small smirk crossed the ex-prince's lips. "What if I am?"

They stared each other down for a long moment, the silence between riddled with tension. The skepticism was apparent in Varric's umber gaze. Finally, the dwarf grinned and stroked his fingers over his chin. "I'm intrigued, Choir Boy – what are your intentions then?"

Was the dwarf calling his bluff, then? "Intentions?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean. I'm calling your bluff." True to his words, Varric made no move to put distance between them; if anything, he leaned ever so slightly closer.

Vows or not, Sebastian felt the old part of himself stir at the challenge evident in the dwarf's tone and words. Even now, he was a man of action – just one with a touch more purpose. He couldn't sleep with Varric, per se. His vows prevented that. However, as with everything, there were loopholes to be found. If he chose to extort his vows, he could essentially do everything but sleep with him. Rest assured that the thought had crossed his mind a time or two – or more. He couldn't go from an actively sexual life to nothing at all, not without slip ups.

Now that he was determined, his decision was easy – chalk it up to being stubborn, if nothing else. He couldn't walk away from the challenge. With a cat like smile, he grasped the dwarf by the back of his skull and yanked him close, Sebastian's lips slanting across his. Varric's eyes widened almost comically, but when Sebastian deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between the short man's lips, Varric's eyes slid closed on a strangled groan.

"Bullshit!" Hawke leaned forward, slamming his hand down in the table. He shook his head with, "I don't believe a word of it!" He turned his gaze to Sebastian, who shook his head in denial. "See!"

"Pfft! Of course he denies it! Hawke – use your brain for once, I know it's hard, what with all the sarcastic comebacks running around in there." Varric chuckled. "He has vows, he can't exactly publicly admit to breaking them. But, if you'd like me to continue, there's more."

Hawke narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Go on then..."

"Oh! Please do!" Isabela exclaimed excitedly. "Go on, and don't you dare leave out the details."

Varric smirked. "Now let's see...where was I?"

When the kiss came to an end, Sebastian leaned away with a cocky grin – one that quickly faded when Varric met his gaze and shook his head with disappointment. "It that all you got? One little kiss? Hardly compelling," he tsk'd.

Sebastian's lips twisted into a wry frown. He crossed his arms across his breastplate. "You want me to do more?"

The dwarf shrugged. "It's not that I want it, Choir Boy. I'm just not taking you at your word. Step up your game, junior."

"As you wish." The ex-prince slid from his chair to his knees on the floor. He jerked Varric's chair around and wedged himself between the thighs of the man. "I'll teach you not to doubt the prince of Starkhaven." Sebastian smirked and his deft fingers plucked open the dwarf's belt.

"Straight to the point, eh?"

"Oh you won't be complaining." His fingers undid the ties of his breeches next and reached inside, plucking free the man's partially erect cock. Varric hissed at the contact, but otherwise, remained detached. Determined, Sebastian dipped his head and lapped his tongue around the head, before dipping it into the slit. Varric shuddered and his cock grew fully erect at the attention. He moaned and Sebastian found himself shuddering; that sound was exotic. He hadn't been lying when he told Varric he had a nice voice. The sound when straight to his own cock, making him painfully hard beneath his breeches. This wasn't about him, though – he had a point to prove. He parted his lips and took Varric's cock into his mouth, hallowing his cheeks to provide stimulating suction.

He began a rhythm, bobbing his head up and down the stout, but thick, erection. Varric clutched at the arms of his chair, head thrown back as the prince took to pleasuring him. Sebastian used every skill that had given him his reputation; fast, hard sucks, hand pumping in rhythm, fingers ducking beneath to caress and squeeze his testicles. Before long, Varric was crying out and spilling himself, jets of the dwarf's seed splashing over his tongue and hitting the back of his throat. The dwarf's nails dug into the back of his skull and neck, holding him close until he was finished.

Once Varric fell pliant in his chair, Sebastian lifted his head and licked his lips. "You doubt me still?"

"No," the dwarf chuckled. "Damn Choir Boy, I can see where you got your reputation. Such a shame you're celibate. We're all missing out on a good thing."

"You've no idea, Varric." Sebastian pushed himself to his feet as Varric righted himself.

"I have a hint of one." Suddenly, Sebastian was wary of the gleam in the dwarf's eye.

Hawke kept his eyes locked on the dwarf, as he sat there, a smug smirk plastered across his lips. He knew that Varric often lied, but something was nagging at him, suggesting that, perhaps, the dwarf just might be telling the truth.

"If you think that he is still telling you a lie, did he not state that he scratched Sebastian's neck?" Fenris said.

Sebastian's eyes widened a fraction. "I just remembered, I have something that needed to be done at the Chantry. If you'll excuse me."

As he pushed himself up from the table, Isabela and Hawke both exclaimed, "get him!" The two descended upon the prince like vultures and before he realized it, Sebastian was being pressed, face down, on the table's top. He groaned and dropped his forehead against the hard surface, knowing exactly what they saw – the scratch marks that Varric had left when he'd given the dwarf a rather impromptu blow job.

"Well I'll be a darkspawn! It's true!" Anders laughed his ass off, falling back into his chair. "I can't believe it! The celibate chantry boy gave the dwarf head!"

"Damn!" Hawke fell back as well and Isabela pulled away, letting Sebastian up from the table. The prince glared at the dwarf before he turned on his heel and stormed out of the tavern. "I think he's mad," Hawke muttered.

"Well, he might have told me to keep it to myself," Varric admitted with a shrug.

Hawke threw his head back with a laugh. "Right. He should've known better than to believe that bullshit. You couldn't keep your mouth shut even if we paid you too."

"You wound me," Varric laughed, though he made no denial. He did love to tell stories – sometimes even the true ones. Too bad for Sebastian he just happened to be the latest in his repertoire of adventure material.