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[shockercoco]

Necessary Revenge

Art Donaldson x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, sub!art, dirty talk, handjob, overstimulation

Word count - 2111

a/n - yeah this is definitely on the list of the dirtiest things i've written. by popular request, here's part 2 to Cheer Up, but it can also be read by itself. Also tysm for all the love on Cheer Up. Sorry this took so long, and I hope you enjoy :)

You hated it when Art teased you, which is exactly why he does it. All you want is a loving boyfriend who listens to you and does what you say, is that too much to ask? Apparently so.

Obviously, the only reasonable solution is to seek revenge. Unfortunately for Art, after being denied an orgasm earlier after a rough day, that’s exactly what you plan to do. Well, maybe not unfortunate since this is most likely what he wants. 

You were trying to study and watch playbacks of matches on your laptop to better your skills, but since you’re no longer in the mood, you decide you might as well close it.

After cleaning up your area, you head into the bedroom to see Art leaning against the headboard on his phone, his back propped by pillows. The television is on but on low volume, he always needed some type of background noise. Art glances up from his phone once he notices you walk in and can’t help the smirk that grows on his face. As soon as he looks back down, you shoot him a glare.

“Back for more?” Art asks.

Just you wait.

“Not exactly,” you tell him as you climb next to him on the bed, using the sweetest tone possible. You get yourself situated against the headboard with him, making sure you’re comfortable – you plan on being here a while. “What are you doing?” 

“Just texting Patrick, he’s complaining about the match he just lost and how he needs to find a way to improve.”

“Well, he always was a sore loser,” you say. Art hums and nods in agreement as he continues to text his best friend. He doesn’t make a move to continue the conversation, so you decide to begin your revenge plan.

You turn your attention to the tv hanging on the wall as you place your hand on Art’s thigh. He must be too into his phone since he doesn’t notice, so you continue to raise your hand higher along the fabric of his sweatpants.

Art’s body tenses as he feels your hand move up his body, his fingers frozen above the keyboard on his phone. You notice the questioning glance he gives you from the corner of your eye, but you continue to play innocent as you keep your attention forward.

You wait for Art’s focus to go back to his phone before drifting your hand even higher and stopping right over his crotch. You don’t hide the smile that starts to grow on your face as you feel his cock slowly starting to harden over your touch. Art’s breathing begins to shallow out as he tries to maintain his focus and keep his mind straight. Well, that is until you give his crotch a firm squeeze causing him to let out a small moan and his eyes to flutter.

“What are you doing?” he asks you, his voice low.

“What do you mean? I just want to spend some time with you,” you answer in a casual tone, but Art can see right through your facade. He can feel his heartbeat getting faster. You finally turn your head towards him to notice his blue eyes not slightly widened as he stares back at you. You notice the way his chest slowly rises and falls in anticipation as his grip tightens around his phone. “Is something wrong?”

He gulps. “N-No, just a question.”

“I’m pretty sure Patrick is waiting for you to text him back,” you say, nodding towards his screen. 

Art continues to stare for a few more seconds before nodding and looking back at his phone, but you don’t take your eyes off of him. You let your hand hover above him as you wait for him to send a few more messages out before beginning to palm him through his sweatpants.

Art bites his lip as he lets a whimper. His cock is at full attention now as your hand continues to move. The grip he has on his phone is faltering, his hands starting to tremble and his face completely flushed. When his hands fall into his lap along with his phone, you stop and raise your eyebrows.

“Pick it back up and continue texting him,” you command, your tone firm. His phone is vibrating non-stop from Patrick’s pettiness.

“Baby-.”

“I said continue,” you tell him. 

A look of desperation flashes across his face before he lifts his phone back up and responds to the messages. Your hand starts back up again, and Art lets out a noise, sounding like he wants to start crying. 

He’s falling apart with just a touch of your hand.

Art is starting to get annoyed at Patrick’s texts and wishes they would just stop so he could enjoy himself. He knows you’re not too pleased right now, but he doesn’t care. It just feels too good.

You lean your head into his neck for you to kiss just below his ear, his favorite spot and his weakness. “What’s wrong? You were so cocky earlier, where’s that same energy?”

A shiver runs through Art’s body at the feeling of your breath on his neck. He lets out another whine as he closes his eyes for a second before opening them back up. He’s looking at his phone, but given the fact that his head is starting to feel empty, he can’t really make out the words on the screen.

“You don’t have anything to say for yourself?” you taunt as you press down harder on Art’s crotch, causing him to buck up into your hand. 

You pull away from his neck to get a good look at his face, which now has a distant look on it. His mouth is ajar as he looks back at you. You tilt your head, waiting for him to respond to you, but all he does is whimper and pant. He’s a complete mess.

You bring him into a kiss by grabbing the back of his neck, which he happily gives in to. The kiss is filled with nothing but need – more on his end than yours. Art drops his phone on the bed next to him so he can grab your waist, pulling you even closer to him. He whimpers into your mouth as you give his hair a quick put firm tug.

He plunges his tongue into your mouth, needing even more from you. You allow it for a moment before pulling back just a little to wrap your lips around his tongue. Art lets his eyes roll into his head at the feeling of you sucking his tongue. He feels his climax coming quickly from the combined pleasure, and you can tell by the fact of him squirming under your touch more and more.

“You’re not going to cum without my permission are you?” you ask after pulling away from his mouth.

Art feels his eyes become heavy as his forehead pressed against yours. “No.”

“Good boy,” you smile, and that brings Art even closer to the edge. He removes his hand from your waist to grab a hold of the cover beneath him.

“Can I cum?” he pleads as he throws his head back against the headboard, your hand still on the back of his neck.

“Not yet.”

“Baby please,”he pleads again, his breathing speeding up.

“No,” you tell him, wanting to torture him.

“Baby I can’t. I-I can’t,” he stutters, his eyes squeezed shut and his brows furrowed.

“That’s too bad,” you tell him. You feel his hips stutter under your touch making it known that he’s about to cum anyways. You already knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. 

Art lets out a cry as his orgasm floods through his body and shoots out of him. A wet patch begins to appear through his sweatpants as you keep on pressing against him. He continues to roll his hips into your hand as he rides his orgasm out, a string of gasps falling out of his mouth.

“Oh no,” you fake pout, “Looks like you didn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry, I tried,” he pants as he opens, looking down at the stain on his pants before making eye contact with you. A look of embarrassment falls on his face.

He’s so cute.

You move your hand away from him. “What a shame,” you shake your head in fake disappointment. There’s a moment of silence before you say, “pull your pants down.”

“What?” Art asks, confused. He thought you were done, but he was so wrong.

“You heard me,” you say in a plain tone. 

Art hesitates before shimmying his pants down his legs to his knees, along with his underwear. You look down to see a mess of his cum covering his shaft, and as you take a look at his underwear, you see some sticking to the fabric. His cock is red and starting to soften, but that’s going to change.

Art gives you a look of realization as he lifts his head from the headboard once it registers in his mind what you’re about to do. “Please don’t.”

You ignore his request as you wrap your hand around his shaft. He jumps at the feeling of your cold hand around him, still sensitive from his orgasm. You stare into his eyes as you begin moving your hand up and down. Art lets out a pathetic whine as his body jerks, trying to escape your touch, but it doesn’t work.

“You know, you’re just so easy,” you tease.

“Baby, please-,” Art cuts himself off with a whimper, his hips starting to writhe against the cover.

“Please what? You should be thankful that I’m doing this, unlike how you denied me my orgasm earlier,” you tell him. “I’m letting you cum as many times as you want.”

“Oh my god,” he says as he drops his head. His voice strangled as his second orgasm unexpectedly arrives. You watch as his cum lands on your hands and the bottom of his white shirt. 

A sticky and wet sound echoes through the room as your hand speeds up around him. Art’s mouth falls open as his breathing picks up once again. He looks at you, silently begging, but you ignore him once again. You remove the hand from behind his neck and place it on one of his legs to help keep his body still.

“Say you’re sorry,” you tell him as you run your thumb over his tip a few times..

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, his grip on the cover tightening. He feels like his hands might be stuck in fists by the time this is over.

You pretend to think in your head before saying, “I don’t think you mean it.”

His voice is high and whiny as he throws his head back once again and says, “I am. I promise.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you shrug. “Make me believe it.”

Art begins to rethink his choices and starts to regret messing with you. “I’m so, so, so sorry, baby. I swear. It was wrong of me to do that to you.”

“Hmm.”

“Baby.”

You smirk at his desperation. “I forgive you.”

“Oh, no, I think I’m going to cum again,” he cries, his eyes rolling back once again as his body tenses.

“Go ahead,” you tell him.

Art’s third orgasm hits him harder than his previous two. He trembles as his back arches away from the headboard while watered down cum spurts out of him. Drool spills out the side of his mouth as you continue the motions of your hand.

He uses a hand and reaches down to pull yours away from his cock, but you slap it away. Art gasps as he continues to twitch in your hand, feeling like he can’t stop as cum flows out of him. You finally move your hand away, but his cock continues to spasm with your touch.

Wanting to torture him one last time, you lean down to wrap your mouth him, sucking and cleaning. Art’s body jerks as he curls forward and grabs your head. You laugh as you pull away.

You lean back against the headboard, pulling his head into the side of your neck to help him calm down. His breath tickles you as he tries to slow his heart down. You glance down at his spent cock with a smile as you gently rub his back.

After a long moment of silence, Art’s phone vibrates from its place on the bed beside him.

You shake your head as you ask, “Are you going to answer that?”

“Patrick can fucking wait,” he breathes out.

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[azukiel]

Nightfall Heir Chapter 1

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 |

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Summary: Two years have passed since the events surrounding the destruction of the Absolute. Baldur's Gate is slowly rebuilding itself from the rubble, and you and your companions have established yourselves within the city to help in its restoration.

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

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As you lay in Astarion’s arms, you relished in the bliss that coddled your heart.

Alas, your mind wandered. It had not always been like this.

Blissful.

Your memories vividly recalled the time you had first laid with him, the time where the soft glow of fireflies had danced in the air, casting shadows that whispered secrets into the grass beneath you. The subsequent times thereafter had also been a symphony of sensations - feverish rustling of bedsheets, and the intoxicating scents of his cologne mingled with the musky aromas of passion. Back then, Astarion had always assured you that your very essence would be enveloped in a euphoric blend of pleasure and ecstasy. However, beneath the surface of those passionate encounters lay a web of deception. Your trysts had been nothing more than a meticulously crafted facade, a mask to conceal the collective traumas that haunted you both. Astarion had sought protection and trust from you, while you had yearned for a semblance of true companionship and belonging from him.

Still, the scars you both carried were etched into your souls, impossible to conceal. They were etched into the very fabric of your beings, leaving invisible wounds that refused to heal.

You flinched at the painful recollections as you looked up again at his peaceful, sleeping face. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took in a deep breath. His scents of bergamot, rosemary and aged brandy eloped you with a warmth like a midsummer’s kiss. His enchanting perfume restored a sense of peace. Yet, the darkness that still lingered in the back of your mind clawed its way into your consciousness once more.

Shuddering, you pressed yourself harder against his body to shield yourself, and though, in his sleep, he tightened his arms around you, you felt your walls again crumble. As the salt of your tears stung at the corners of your eyes, your unscrupulous mind continued to ravish your heart…

You were flung back to your childhood, vividly recalling the relentless barrage of blows, the sound of bones cracking, the scathing verbal assaults, and the relentless condemnations. The overpowering stench of sweat and blood used to fill your nostrils as you were forced to confront opponents far stronger than yourself, all for the perverse amusement of the masses... enduring unspeakable torment that had assaulted your body and mind alike. Such was the brutal reality of the Drow society that had shaped your upbringing. And yet, your tortures were not so different to that of which your lover had suffered at the hands of his old tormentor, Cazador.

The torment you had both endured had left deep scars, which had resulted in your eventual separation. The memory of it lingered, triggering a silent sob from you. In the past, you and Astarion had made the mutual decision to remain ‘just companions,’ driven by guilt over having used each other as shields for your sufferings. It had seemed like the ideal solution, a way to aid in healing. But unbeknownst to either of you, it had only exacerbated the anguish, a truth you both refused to acknowledge, even to yourselves.

At least, not until the events in Cazador's gloomy prison had unfolded.

Your mind, shrouded in darkness, conjured up a vivid and haunting replay of the events...

Your heart had been torn asunder as you had watched Astarion confront his old, wicked master. The anguish inflicted upon Astarion had been unbearable, a raw wound visible in your eyes. Alas, the hunger for power had consumed him, a voracious appetite for ascension that had wrapped around him like a suffocating web. In a mere breath, the Astarion you had known and loved had vanished. The vibrant essence of the witty, sassy, and flamboyant Elven vampire you cherished had been replaced by a feral beast. The sight of his former slaver, now succumbed, bloodied and kneeling, blurred the line between captor and captive.

You recall having exerted every ounce of your strength, having plead with Astarion to resist the seductive pull of power, to spare the lives of the countless thralls and spawn. The weight of this decision had threatened to consume his true self, which would have rendered him unrecognizable. Unimaginable sorrow had consumed you as you had contemplated the magnitude of such a loss.

The anguished cries that had escaped him as he struck down Cazador had reverberated through your being, threatening to shatter your very core. Even though Astarion had eventually yielded to your pleas, a deep resentment had grown within him towards you.

Your mind then shifted to when you and your companions had returned to the Elvensong Tavern nigh your vampiric companion. Your body had trembled uncontrollably, with tears streaming down your face, your sobs wracking your entire being. The weight of your despair had felt like an unbearable burden, threatening to consume you entirely. You remember the painful pounding of your heart in your chest, the rhythm deafening in your ears, and your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to regain control. Halsin’s sudden powerful embrace had provided a sense of stability, and his firm hold had offered a sense of security that you had desperately needed in that moment. He was, in fact, the only companion strong enough to hold your arms to prevent you from burning down the place in your despair. You recalled the surrounding room blurring as your vision had become clouded by tears; the world reduced to a haze of pain and anguish.

The others, your companions, had surrounded you, and eventually their presence had become a comfort amidst the chaos. Their words of reassurance and support had washed over you, their soothing voices attempting to ease the torment that had consumed your mind. Though their words had been barely audible through the fog of your despair, their presence alone provided a sense of unity and shared strength.

Sighing inwardly as you nestled yourself in the crook of Astarion’s shoulder, you remembered that back in that tavern on that night, time had seemed to lose all meaning to you. You had continued to tightly cling to Halsin as he cradled you, and your body had gradually succumbed to exhaustion.

After what had felt like an endless stretch of time, Astarion had finally returned. You recall that the room had been dimly lit by then, and the dancing candle light had cast long shadows on the worn wooden floor. You had heard the faint echoes of his fervent apologies, his voice trembling with remorse. The weight of his rage, which had been directed solely at you, had torn through your heart like a sharp knife. Truly, you hadn’t blamed him. It had been a battle within himself, a struggle to maintain control. Nevertheless, it had still shattered your already delicate heart and mind.

And then you recollected, amidst the heaviness of the situation, he having expressed his gratitude. The words had hung in the air as he had thanked you for rescuing him from the brink of losing his very self. You had saved him from becoming a reflection of the one he despised most in the world. Cazador Szarr.

Late that same night, under the glowing moonlight, he had guided you through the calm silence of the local cemetery. After having reached a secluded plot, he had unveiled a tombstone that had been crafted for him upon his ‘death’ as a mortal elf. The tombstone had stood there, adorned with weathered vines, a testament to the passaging of two long centuries. The air surrounding you both had carried a hint of mustiness and an earthy scent, mingling with the faint aroma of decaying leaves. A chilling breeze had whispered through the graveyard, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Astarion’s voice had broken the silence then, and he described how this tombstone represented not only the end of his previous life in Cazador’s clutches, but also the death of the creature he could have become had he ascended. In that moment, he had realised he was no longer a mere spawn, but finally, truly free.

And as he often reminded you, even now, it had all been because of your unwavering perseverance, infinite patience, and resolute devotion. Your enduring devotion to him. For that, he had fallen profoundly for you and had not hesitated to confess his adoration right in front of his grave. He had not hesitated to guide you down onto the mound of earth, where your bodies soon intertwined with an intense fervour, either.

You remembered the fierce emotions that had flooded your body. Every touch and every caress from Astarion had sent shivers down your spine, electrifying your skin and loins with an unbearable ecstasy. The air around you had seemed to crackle with an intoxicating energy, as if the gods themselves had acknowledged the depth of your connection.

Your breath had hitched with each movement, the anticipation coursing through your veins. The taste of passion had lingered on your lips as a mix of desire and a hint of rebellion. The gritty texture of the earth beneath you had only heightened the rawness of the moment, grounding you in the physicality of your love.

You bit your bottom lip with the memories which now overwhelmed your senses. You felt it all again. With each feverish thrust, the passion had intensified. The heat between your bodies had grown to burning new heights and had wrapped you both in a cocoon of shared desire. Astarion’s touch had ignited a fire within you as his hands had explored every inch of your body with a frenzied hunger. The world around you then had faded into a blur, leaving only the two of you entangled in a dance of unbridled passion.

In that moment, the boundaries of time and place had ceased to exist. Moans and gasps had mingled in the air, a symphony of pleasure and longing as you had moved together with an unspoken understanding.

It had been just you and him in that graveyard, your souls entwined as one. The world could have crumbled around you once again, yet you would have remained oblivious, lost in the sheer intensity of your love.

You trembled at the memory of the last echoes of ecstasy fading away, and the intense heat between your thighs after he had filled you. You had found solace in the knowledge that your devotion had been reciprocated with equal fervor.

As your mind floated back to your present time, you shivered again at the sudden delicious tingle at your junction, a soft moan escaping your lips. You froze, glancing up at your sleeping lover, hoping you had not been loud enough to stir him, but he was as still as the tombstone that adorned his grave. Which brought your salacious thoughts back to that night. That night had cemented your relationship once and for all. He was now yours and you were now his and the both of you had been inseparable since that night two years ago.

[kyraisdead]

Prologue - Impious

The sun had long since set on the hills of Italy, casting the sprawling acres of vineyard and farmland in shadows. The stone walls of Basinshore Church, infested with the sparkling impurities of cheap brick, glowed faintly under the pale moonlight. In its dark facade lingered a sense of quiet authority, a weight of history and secrecy that intertwined with its existence like fabric handwoven.

Basinshore was born from the disillusionment of a Catholic Cardinal, who in pursuit of the papalship, turned his back on the institution he’d devoted thirty of his precious years to. When Pope Innocent XII passed, our Cardinal was much too young to ascend. The unfortunate demise of Pope Clement XI presented him with an opportunity, as he was aged just enough, and was ranked high enough to have a chance of being the next pope. He was denied, and his peers elected a quieter, less boisterous Cardinal to take the seat instead. Protestantism was his first solution—blatant disrespect to the establishment of the Catholic Church, but also a way to maintain some of the affection his fellow Clergy held for him. He kept his head that way, and from his separation, Basinshore was born. It was a place where old vows were broken, and new ones, far more flexible, were forged; a sanctuary where the lines between right and wrong became blurred, and where power was claimed, not voted for.

Within its walls, men and women prayed, not to a higher being, but to a version of themselves, shaped by individuality and molded by a thirst for control. Cardinal Giuseppe—the founder, the father—had abandoned the strictures of celibacy that the Catholic Church demanded, choosing instead to build his own legacy through bloodlines, through sons, who were as much a testament to his defiance as they were to his pride. But there was one son who wasn’t his by blood; one who was left on the church’s doorstep as a baby, the circumstances of his arrival shrouded in mystery.

He was raised under the roof of Basinshore, the adopted child of Giuseppe, but always treated as something of an outsider. A child without heritage, no claim to the papacy, only the shadow of his father’s ambition looming over him, reminding him, in his every breath, that he would never truly belong. He was the Pope’s son, yet not. His brothers, all of them holy flesh and blood, carried the weight of legacy in their veins. He, however, was just a reminder of something that could never be fixed.

And then there was her.

She had once been a part of the Catholic Church, but as a child she had witnessed the rot beneath its golden veneer—greed, manipulation, and abuse of power that stained the very soul of the institution. She had left it all behind, seeking refuge and purpose in Basinshore. There, she found success, rising to prominence with every passing year. Yet her triumphs, her silent power, had caught the attention of someone who never had and yet entirely understood what it was like to fight for it.

[budgetslow]

PART 0: Origins

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████████ [It seems as though the first word was scribbled out, presumably to respect privacy.] Enkai Shinjitsu was never meant to see the horrors of war. Being born and raised in Vietnam, they were meant to live a humble life. Perhaps study abroad, and make their family proud.

Unfortunately, life was never fair in those who only seek for solace.

Enkai had managed to score a job in K-CORP, working as its senior software engineer. From there, they proved themselves useful swiftly, constructing solutions to problems the company had with its hardware. To K-CORP, they were invaluable, since they had even averted a few crises during their employment. Besides, an employee who didn't complain about their more... questionable morals was an employee who was loyal.

That didn't necessarily mean that Enkai wasn't aware. Oh no, they were actively snooping and finding whatever they could. Only for mere curiosity, they told themselves. But the more they saw into K-CORP's facade, the more disgusted they felt being in the company.

A certain hidden organization decided to rear their ugly head into the picture at this time.

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It was the middle of the night.

Enkai was working overtime to complete some projects that had a deadline soon. Coffee after coffee, they stared at the monitor for hours on end. Not very healthy, but they had to do it to keep their job, and with that, continue their investigation.

A step here, a rustle of fabric there. Who could that be?

It all happened within seconds.

A bloodcurdling cry echoed within the empty building. Papers crashed to the floor as Enkai whipped around to punch whoever stabbed them, struggling against something-

They felt nothing there. Eyes widened, they slowly straightened themselves as they slowly realized what happened to them.

They had been a victim to an assassination attempt.

All that there was left was a wisp of dark mist, and a piece of ripped cloth fluttering in the air.

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Enkai had just put in their two weeks notice. While the doctor checked up on them to see that they would recover within a month, they decided to use the opportunity to quit K-CORP before they got killed.

They could never be too careful, especially after that night.

And somehow, they weren't even careful with that. Outside, from the window, they could see a bright light.

Their eye (their left eye was bandaged up) squinted as they processed what was going on. What followed after the searing light, was the searing pain in their other eye.

They doubled over, struggling to hold in their sounds of anguish.

And yet, after all of that, they collapsed, the pain too much to handle. In their house, all the lights flickered before blacking out. Outside, the world was enshrouded in darkness.

How coincidental.

[The paper seems to end abruptly here.]

[pixel7777]

Cold Comforts - Chapter 2

See Ch. 1 for work summary and content tags. Read this chapter below the break here or on AO3!

Chapter 2: It's Getting Hot In Here

Astarion watched as Gale laid out the bedroll. The wizard's movements were methodical, practiced—a man who had spent years on the road before the Nautiloid in search of a solution for his orb, though his soft hands suggested he'd never known true hardship. Not like Astarion had.

"There," Gale said, smoothing a final wrinkle. "Should be ready for you."

Astarion sank into the bedroll, dragging the top bit up over his shoulders. The fabric embraced him with blessed warmth, and he couldn't suppress a small, relieved sigh. His limbs still ached, but the terrible burning cold receded slightly.

"Better?" Gale asked.

"Yes." The word emerged reluctantly. Astarion hated acknowledging weakness, but the evidence was written across his frost-bitten skin. "Thank you."

Gale waved his hand, dismissive. "It's nothing. Anyone would do the same."

The warmth around Astarion began to fade almost immediately, seeping away into his icy flesh. He tried not to shiver.

Gale noticed anyway. With a few muttered words and a gesture, he recast the spell. Warmth bloomed around Astarion once more.

"Not sure why you're bothering," Astarion said, shifting deeper into the bedroll.

"Nonsense," Gale said. "It's nothing, really. Just a cantrip."

Astarion rolled his eyes. "Of course it's nothing to the great wizard of Waterdeep. I'm sure you've done far more impressive things than keeping a vampire from freezing to death."

The warmth faded slower this time but still all too quickly. Gale recast the spell again.

"It's really the least I can do," Gale said, his voice oddly hollow. "I'm not... particularly useful these days."

Something in the wizard's tone caught Astarion's attention. He studied Gale's face in the dim light. There was a resignation there that Astarion recognized all too well—the look of a man who had already calculated his own worth and found it wanting.

"By all the hells," Astarion muttered. "You're going to low-self-esteem yourself into an early grave, aren't you? And all for that cunt Mystra's sake."

Gale flinched. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, please. You walk around like someone who's already planning his own funeral. 'It's nothing, it's nothing'—as if helping someone is beneath your notice rather than the only thing keeping me from becoming a very attractive ice sculpture."

Gale cast the spell again, his movements stiffer this time. "You're being dramatic."

"And you're being aggravating," Astarion shot back. "If you're going to help me, at least have the decency to take the credit for it. Or are you saving all your martyrdom for something more impressive than a frozen vampire?"

Astarion watched the wizard's face grow unnaturally still. Had he pushed too far? Was that tiny barb about Mystra all it took to crack Gale's carefully constructed facade? Such a frail flower, his wizard, despite his athletic form and relentless outer cheerfulness.

Gale said nothing more, simply muttering the incantation and flicking his fingers to renew the spell again. And again. And again. The warmth spread through the bedroll, washing over Astarion in gentle waves. After what might have been an hour, the constant heat began to penetrate deeper, reaching the cold void where a heartbeat should have been.

"Better," Astarion managed, stretching his fingers and watching with satisfaction as they responded without the stiffness of before. "My limbs seem determined to stay attached after all."

Gale nodded absently, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond their tent. He'd positioned his own bedroll nearby and finally crawled into it, though he remained sitting upright, legs crossed beneath the blanket.

As the lingering cold receded, Astarion felt the familiar pull of trance approaching. He closed his eyes, letting consciousness drift away into that not-quite-sleep state that elves required. His muscles unwound, his breathing slowed—

A sudden movement snapped him back. Gale had jerked upright, blinking rapidly, then shook his head vigorously. The wizard was fighting sleep.

"What are you doing?" Astarion asked.

"Nothing," Gale said, stifling a yawn. "Just keeping watch."

"You're keeping yourself from falling asleep, which humans rather need to do."

"I'm fine," Gale insisted, renewing the warming spell with another wave of his hand. His movements were slower now, the incantation slightly slurred.

Astarion pushed himself up on one elbow. "This isn't going to work, is it? You plan to stay awake all night, casting your little spell every minute until dawn?"

Gale's shoulders sagged slightly. "I'll manage."

"And be utterly useless tomorrow." Astarion sighed, taking in the wizard's stubborn expression, the dark circles forming beneath his eyes. "Even you can't cast spells while unconscious, wizard. Your human frailty is showing."

"It's worth it," Gale said, stifling another yawn. "We don't know how powerful this curse's effect is on you. It could actually kill you."

"And I'm sure the thought of my demise keeps you up at night." Astarion rolled his eyes, but something in Gale's earnest expression made him pause.

"It does, actually." Gale's voice was soft but certain. "I can handle one night of lost sleep if it means keeping you alive."

Astarion felt an uncomfortable warmth that had nothing to do with magic spread through his chest. For a moment, he couldn't find the words to respond. Someone was willing to suffer discomfort and weaken himself in this dangerous realm—for him? Not because they wanted something from him, but simply because they didn't want him to die?

Ridiculous. There had to be another angle.

"How touching," Astarion drawled, burying his confusion beneath sarcasm. "Saint Gale, sacrificing his beauty sleep for the vampire. I'm swooning."

Gale just smiled tiredly and cast the spell again. The effort made his eyelids droop dangerously before he forced them open.

It was maddening. Astarion wanted to shake him or slap him or—something. Anything to make him stop this absurd self-sacrifice.

"Enough," Astarion snapped. "I won't be another Mystra in your life."

Gale flinched as if struck. "What?"

"You heard me. I won't be a reason you martyr yourself." Astarion sat up fully now, glaring at the wizard. "I've seen how you are—always looking for ways to prove your worth through suffering. I won't be part of it."

"That's not—"

"Isn't it?" Astarion's voice was sharp. "Always eager to throw yourself away for a greater cause. Well, I refuse to be your greater cause tonight."

Gale's hands fell to his lap, the spell fading. The cold began creeping back immediately, and Astarion suppressed a shudder.

Damn it all to the Nine Hells. He couldn't believe what he was about to suggest.

"There is..." Astarion began, then paused, mortified at the words forming on his tongue. "There is another heat source in this tent."

Gale looked around, confused. "What? Where?"

Gods, was he really that oblivious? "You, wizard. You're warm."

Comprehension dawned slowly on Gale's exhausted face. "Oh."

"Indeed." Astarion gestured vaguely between them. "We could... share. The bedroll. For warmth."

The suggestion hung between them, awkward and fragile. Astarion wanted to snatch it back, to pretend he'd never spoken the words aloud.

"I mean—" Astarion backpedaled quickly. "It's a purely practical suggestion. Obviously."

Astarion watched Gale's face and immediately recognized the hesitation there. The wizard's eyes widened slightly, his mouth opening then closing, like a fish gasping for air. There was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders.

"It's not that I—" Gale started, then stopped. "I just think perhaps—"

"Oh, for the love of—" Astarion rolled his eyes dramatically. "It's body heat, not a marriage proposal. Surely the great wizard of Waterdeep isn't afraid of a little physical contact?"

Gale's cheeks flushed. "I'm not afraid."

"Could have fooled me." Astarion shivered, not entirely for effect. "Would you prefer I freeze to death for the sake of your modesty? I'm sure that would look marvelous in your memoirs. 'Let vampire companion become ice sculpture rather than risk accidental cuddling.' Or would you prefer to die tomorrow before even reaching your grand destiny because you will be useless in this blasted landscape?"

"That's not—"

"Or perhaps you're worried about my intentions?" Astarion's lips curled into a sharp smile. "I assure you, wizard, if I wanted to ravish you, you'd be well aware of it. Your virtue is quite safe."

Gale sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Has anyone ever told you that you're insufferable?"

"Frequently. But they're usually too impressed by my other qualities to care." Astarion's teeth chattered, and this time he didn't have to fake it. The cold was creeping back in, and his limbs felt heavy. "Look, I'm not thrilled about this either, but I'd rather not die because you're too delicate to share body heat."

Gale huffed, but finally moved. He stood, dragging his blanket with him, and approached Astarion's bedroll. "Move over, then."

Astarion obliged, shifting to make room. Gale hesitated for just a moment longer before sliding in beside him, his movements awkward and stiff. There was a moment of ridiculous fumbling as they tried to arrange themselves—limbs colliding, blankets tangling—before Gale finally settled on his side, his chest against Astarion's back.

"Gods, you really are freezing," Gale murmured, his breath warm against Astarion's neck.

"Again with the stunning observations." Astarion pressed backward slightly, shamelessly seeking more of that delicious warmth. Gale's arm hovered uncertainly before draping over Astarion's side.

Then Astarion, feeling particularly devilish, slid his ice-cold feet back against Gale's shins.

Gale yelped, jerking away. "Your feet are like ice daggers!"

"Another brilliant deduction." Astarion grinned into the darkness, then deliberately pressed his feet back again.

"Stop that!" Gale hissed, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Make me." Astarion wriggled his toes wickedly.

Gale made a sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh, and then, to Astarion's surprise, hooked one leg over both of Astarion's, effectively trapping his feet. "There. Menace contained."

Astarion laughed despite himself—a genuine sound, not the practiced chuckle he usually employed. "Resourceful."

They settled into a surprisingly comfortable position, Gale's warmth seeping into Astarion's frozen bones. The wizard's breathing slowed, his body relaxing against Astarion's back.

Astarion let himself relax into the warmth of Gale's body. He'd been held before, of course—usually in moments of violence or manipulation, hands gripping his wrists or throat, bodies pressed against him for purposes that had nothing to do with comfort. This was... different.

This was cuddling. The realization struck him with surprising force. He, Astarion Ancunin, was cuddling with a wizard in a tent while shadowcurse raged outside. It was so absurd he nearly laughed.

He'd expected to feel revulsion at such prolonged contact, his body tensing as it always did when someone touched him. But Gale's presence behind him felt nothing like the unwanted touch of Cazador or the countless others who had used his body over the centuries. Gale's arm draped over him without demand, his chest rose and fell against Astarion's back in a steady rhythm, his legs tangled with Astarion's in a way that felt protective rather than possessive.

It was nice. Really nice. Embarrassingly so.

Gale shifted slightly, adjusting his position, and Astarion found himself moving with him, their bodies finding a more comfortable alignment. The wizard's heartbeat thumped steadily against his back, the sound both foreign and comforting. When was the last time he'd been this close to someone's pulse without thinking about sinking his teeth into their neck?

Astarion wondered if Gale felt as uncomfortable as he'd expected to feel himself. The question slipped out before he could think better of it.

"Is this strange for you?" he asked, his voice unnaturally loud in the darkness of the tent. "This... arrangement."

Gale was silent for a moment, and Astarion could almost feel him considering his answer.

"It's a bit strange, yes," Gale admitted finally. "But—"

He stopped, and Astarion realized he was going to say "nice" but hadn't. The omission hung between them, strange and significant.

"Nice?" Astarion supplied, feeling uncharacteristically bold. "Because that's what I was thinking too. Surprisingly nice."

He felt Gale's warm breath hitch against the back of his neck. The air in the tent seemed to shift, the simple comfort of shared body heat suddenly charged with something more complex. Gale's arm tightened almost imperceptibly around Astarion's waist, and the vampire found his own body responding in ways he hadn't anticipated.

A tingle spread through him, warm and electric, pooling low in his abdomen. His body, which had been nothing more than a prison and a tool for so long, was waking up to something that felt dangerously like desire.

Astarion frowned into the darkness. He'd been seriously considering never having sex again—what was the point? It had only ever been a weapon in his arsenal or another form of servitude. And yet, here he was, growing increasingly aware of every point of contact between their bodies, the solid warmth of Gale's chest against his back, the gentle pressure of his arm, the tangle of their legs.

"Yes," Gale whispered, his voice barely audible. "Nice."

But there was a catch in his voice, a strange little break that didn't match his words. Astarion felt it more than heard it—a sudden tension in Gale's chest, a tremor that ran through the arm wrapped around him. The wizard's breath hitched again, then deliberately steadied, the kind of forced control Astarion recognized instantly.

Someone trying very hard not to cry.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

First cuddling, and now emotional comfort? This night was determined to mortify him completely. Astarion lay rigid for a moment, caught between pretending he hadn't noticed and acknowledging the wizard's distress. He could just ignore it. That would be the sensible thing to do. The self-preserving thing.

But something about the quiet vulnerability in that broken "nice" tugged at him in ways he couldn't explain.

With an aggrieved sigh that was only partially exaggerated, Astarion began the awkward process of turning around within the confines of the bedroll. There was a moment of limbs tangling and blankets twisting before he managed to face Gale, their noses mere inches apart.

Gale's eyes were suspiciously bright in the dim light.

"Planning to soak my bedroll with your tears, wizard?" Astarion asked, but the usual bite was missing from his voice.

Gale huffed a laugh that sounded more like a suppressed sob. "Apologies. Just tired."

"Liar." Astarion's gaze narrowed. "Why don't you just admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"That you don't want to die." Astarion kept his voice matter-of-fact, almost casual, as if they were discussing the weather rather than Gale's apparent death wish.

Gale went still. "I don't—"

"Oh, please. We all see it. You've been walking around like a man on his way to the gallows. Some grand sacrifice for a goddess who didn't think you were worth keeping around."

A flash of genuine pain crossed Gale's face, confirming what Astarion had suspected. The wizard really was planning something suicidally heroic, and soon.

"It's not—" Gale began, then stopped, swallowed. "It's not that simple."

"Then explain it to me," Astarion challenged. "Because I, for one, don't understand why you're so determined to throw your life away."

The wizard didn't respond immediately. His eyes, still wet with unshed tears, searched Astarion's face as if looking for something—mockery, perhaps, or the usual sardonic distance.

Astarion felt exposed under that gaze, painfully aware of how close they were. He'd backed himself into a corner now. If he wanted Gale to be honest, he needed to offer something real in return.

The thought terrified him. No one really cared about him—why make himself vulnerable?

But some reckless impulse pushed the words out anyway.

"I don't want you to die," Astarion said, the admission feeling like he'd ripped it directly from his chest. "So if you're planning some heroic sacrifice, know that at least one person would rather you didn't."

Gale's silence stretched, and Astarion felt a growing unease at having laid bare even that small vulnerability. He needed to regain control of this conversation.

"Don't look so surprised," he said sharply. "Even I have standards. And throwing away your life for some divine ex-lover falls below them."

"It's not like that," Gale finally said, his voice steadier now. "This isn't about Mystra—not entirely. It's about doing what needs to be done. The greater good."

Astarion couldn't help himself—he laughed, a short, bitter sound. "The greater good? Really? How wonderfully noble of you."

"Mock if you must, but—"

"I spent two hundred years fighting tooth and nail to survive," Astarion cut in, letting real anger creep into his voice. "Two hundred years of torment and degradation and pure shit, and I endured it all because some part of me refused to give up." He leaned closer, until they were nearly nose to nose. "And you—you're just going to throw it all away because of some abstract notion of sacrifice? It's insulting."

Gale's jaw tightened. "This isn't about you, Astarion. It's about me and my choices. I choose to do the right thing, however much you may look down on that."

"Bullshit." Astarion didn't bother hiding the contempt in his voice. "You don't know it's the right thing. You only know it's what Mystra has told you. And Mystra—who, may I remind you, grooms young boys, fucks them, and then tells them to off themselves when they become inconvenient—is not exactly what I'd call a reliable moral compass."

Gale flinched, and Astarion knew he'd hit a nerve. Good. Let him feel something besides this infuriating call to martyrdom.

"You don't understand," Gale said, but the certainty was draining from his voice.

"Oh, I understand perfectly." Astarion pressed his advantage. "I understand that you'd rather die gloriously than live normally. Death is so much simpler than actually figuring out who you are without her, isn't it?"

Gale's eyes flashed with something dangerously close to real anger. "Why do you even care?" he demanded. "Why don't you want me to die? You've made it abundantly clear you find me irritating at best."

"Well, why didn't you want me to freeze to death?" Astarion shot back, defensive reflex taking over. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized they'd solve nothing. An endless circle of deflection.

Astarion stared at Gale, fighting the urge to retreat back into sarcasm. This entire night had become a farce—first freezing half to death, then cuddling with a wizard, and now apparently serving as some kind of emotional support vampire. How had he gotten here? And why did he care so much about this frustrating, self-sacrificing fool?

Because he did care. The realization settled in his chest like a stone, heavy and uncomfortable.

"Gods, do I really need to do this?" Astarion muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. "I suppose I do, because you don't see yourself clearly at all."

Gale blinked, confusion replacing the anger in his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You," Astarion said with exasperation. "You—who somehow believes you're only worth something if you're dying for your ex. It's pathetic, especially considering..."

He trailed off, steeling himself. This was excruciating.

"Considering what?" Gale prompted.

"Considering you're one of the few people in this entire wretched world who might actually be worth something alive."

Gale's eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting that assessment.

"Don't look so shocked," Astarion said. "You're surprisingly competent, for one thing. Do you know how rare that is? Most people bumble through life with barely enough intelligence to tie their own shoes."

"That's... not really—"

"And you can cook," Astarion continued, warming to his subject. "I can't taste food anymore, but I'm told your meals are the only ones that don't make our companions wish for a quick death."

A ghost of a smile touched Gale's lips. "Culinary genius—my greatest achievement."

"Well, it's better than Shadowheart's attempts at stew. I've seen things decompose with more appeal." Astarion found himself gesturing emphatically. "And you actually listen to people. Really listen, not just waiting for your turn to speak. Do you have any idea how irritating it is dealing with people who nod along while clearly planning what they'll have for dinner?"

Gale's expression shifted, surprise evident in the slight parting of his lips.

"You're also far less judgemental than the rest of our merry band of misfits," Astarion continued, the words flowing easier now. "And your dreadful sense of humor is almost endearing, in a tragic sort of way."

Now Gale looked truly startled, his eyes widening slightly.

"You're genuinely kind," Astarion said, the sincerity in his voice surprising even himself. "Not because you want something, or because you're trying to manipulate someone—but just because that's who you are. It's infuriating, actually."

"I... didn't know you thought any of that," Gale said quietly.

"Yes, well, I don't go around announcing my assessments of people's character." Astarion paused, then added, "And you're not completely awful to look at, either. The robe situation could use work, but overall, not a total disaster."

Gale laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "High praise indeed."

"The highest," Astarion agreed solemnly. "So you see, it would be quite inconvenient if you died. Who would provide me with halfway decent conversation then? Tav? I'd rather talk to a brick wall."

The moment between them had shifted, tipping precariously toward something new. The wizard's eyes, still unnervingly earnest, watched him with a tentative warmth that Astarion found both irritating and intoxicating.

He could push this toward safety right now. Make one last cutting remark, let his words sink in about Gale's worth, then roll over and pretend to trance. Job done, conscience clear—if he even still had one. That would be easiest. Safest.

Or...

Astarion's gaze dropped to Gale's mouth. There was that tingling again, low in his abdomen, spreading outward like vines. He could simply lean forward and taste those lips, see if the wizard's mouth was as warm as the rest of him. See if he could kiss the death wish out of him, replace it with something more primal, more present. More alive. Surely if anyone's kiss could reignite someone's will to live, it would obviously be his own.

But what did he want? The question felt foreign, almost painful. What did Astarion Ancunin want, when not coerced or commanded or desperate? The last time he'd genuinely wanted something for himself besides escaping Cazador, beyond escaping Cazador—

He couldn't remember. And that terrified him.

His undead body, chilled by the shadowcurse but warming under Gale's touch, ached in ways he'd thought long extinguished. The steady thump of Gale's heart, the warmth of his breath, the solid press of his body—it stirred something in Astarion that felt dangerous.

He had no idea what he was doing. Two hundred years of using his body as a tool had left him ill-equipped for whatever this was—this fragile, awkward tenderness. Gods, was he actually catching feelings?  Foolish.

Just as he was about to retreat into wit, pull back to safer ground, Gale cleared his throat.

"I—" Gale started, then stopped, swallowed. "This might be completely inappropriate, and please feel free to tell me I've misread everything, but I wonder if—that is, would you object terribly if—assuming it's something you might want—"

Astarion raised an eyebrow, amused despite himself at the wizard's sudden inability to form a coherent sentence.

"What I mean to say," Gale continued, his cheeks flushing visibly even in the dim light, "is that I'd like to kiss you. If that's... something you would want as well."

Astarion stared at Gale, the wizard's awkward request landing between them like a dropped bottle of alchemist's fire. Did he want to be kissed by Gale? His body was certainly making its opinion known—pressed this closely together, certain parts of his anatomy were becoming embarrassingly enthusiastic about the prospect, with absolutely no regard for the emotional complications involved. His cock, apparently, had a much simpler worldview than his mind: warm wizard, close proximity, kiss now.

But Astarion hadn't survived two centuries by passing up obvious opportunities to leverage an upper hand. He narrowed his eyes, considering.

"I'm rather sick of kissing dead men walking," he said, his voice deliberately light. "Why would I invest in something with such a poor return? You're planning to throw yourself away tomorrow—or the next day—or whenever we reach Moonrise Towers."

Gale's expression fell, the hopeful light in his eyes dimming. "That's—"

"Manipulative?" Astarion supplied with a sharp smile. "Well, yes. But it's also true."

"I see." Gale's voice cooled. "Using an intimate moment to extract promises. How very you."

The disapproval in Gale's tone stung more than Astarion expected. He felt a flash of genuine regret—not a common occurrence for him.

"Fine," Astarion said, backpedaling slightly. "Perhaps I overplayed my hand. But I meant what I said before. I don't want you to die." He paused, then added more softly, "At least not tomorrow."

Gale's eyebrows rose slightly. "Tomorrow specifically?"

"A reasonable request, don't you think?" Astarion leaned incrementally closer. "No heroic sacrifices tomorrow. No matter if we find Moonrise Towers, no matter what revelations about the Absolute await us. Just... stay alive for one more day."

"And in exchange?" Gale asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Astarion's lips curved into a slow smile. "In exchange, you get to kiss me. Which, I should point out, is a bargain at twice the price."

Astarion watched Gale's expression shift from uncertain to hopeful, the wizard's pulse quickening beneath his skin. Even without vampire senses, Astarion would have known Gale's desire from the way his pupils dilated, the slight parting of his lips—and, more obviously, the unmistakable hardness pressed against his thigh.

Clearly, the wizard was as affected as he was. Yet here they were, still talking when they could be doing something far more interesting.

"So," Gale hedged, "is that a yes? Because I don't want you to feel obligated out of—"

"Is that a—" Astarion cut himself off with an exasperated sound. "Yes, you stupid man. I want you to kiss me."

He didn't wait for Gale to respond. He'd already wasted too much time, and patience had never been his strong suit. Astarion closed the remaining distance between them, pressing his lips to Gale's with the intention of starting slowly—a deliberate seduction, building from a gentle touch to something more heated.

That plan evaporated the instant their mouths met.

Gale's lips were hot against his, burning like a brand, and Astarion felt the last of the shadowcurse's chill flee from his body. His carefully controlled approach dissolved as Gale's hand slid to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair.

Astarion gasped against Gale's mouth—an unnecessary breath, but one he couldn't stop—and Gale took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against Astarion's with devastating precision.

Gods, the wizard kissed like he cast spells—with unexpected confidence and meticulous attention to detail. Astarion found himself responding with embarrassing eagerness, his arm snaking around Gale's waist to pull him closer.

The restraint he'd planned—the gradual escalation, the illusion of control—all of it abandoned as he tangled his leg with Gale's, desperate to eliminate any remaining space between them.

There was nothing elegant about it now; just heat and need and the startling intimacy of Gale's tongue stroking against his fangs without hesitation or fear. Astarion groaned, the sound muffled against Gale's mouth, and tightened his grip. The wizard's hands weren't idle either, one still cradling the back of his head while the other slid down to his hip, fingers pressing into him through the layers of clothing.

The sheer hunger of it stunned him—not just Gale's, but his own. Astarion was no stranger to desire, but this felt different—raw and unrefined, utterly lacking his usual calculated performance. He wasn't seducing Gale; they were consuming each other, equal partners in this sudden conflagration.

Astarion's hands found the waistband of Gale's sleep pants, shoving them down with urgency. Gale mirrored his actions, their movements frantic and clumsy, lips barely breaking contact. The sensation of Gale's body against his—hot, hard, and very much alive—sent waves of need crashing through him.

Their lengths pressed together, the friction and heat of Gale's skin driving Astarion mad with want. He groaned into Gale's mouth, grinding against him with a desperation that surprised even himself. Gale's hands were everywhere, mapping his body with eager touches, each one leaving trails of warmth in their wake.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Gale pulled back, his breath ragged. "Wait—wait a moment," he managed, his voice hoarse.

Astarion growled in frustration, chasing Gale's mouth, but the wizard held firm. "Consent, Astarion," Gale panted. "We need to— gods, you're making this difficult—"

"Fine, fine," Astarion snapped, impatient. "I consent to anything that involves more of this. Now can we—"

"No, not just that," Gale insisted, cupping Astarion's face. "You need to tell me if something's too much, or if you want to stop. Promise me. Red means stop."

Astarion stared at him, taken aback. It was a stark reminder of the gulf between them—Gale, with his earnest concern for boundaries, and Astarion, who'd spent centuries with none.

"I promise," Astarion whispered, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. Then, more insistently, "Now can we please—"

Gale's laugh was soft, affectionate. "Yes."

They shimmied out of their pants, kicking them aside. Astarion shivered as he sat up, the cold air biting at his skin. He turned away and started to tug at his shirt, eager to be rid of it, but Gale's hands were there, warm and steady.

"Let me," Gale murmured, his voice low. He pulled off Astarion's shirt and kissed the nape of Astarion's neck, his lips hot against the cool skin. Astarion shivered again, this time from something other than cold. Gale's mouth moved across his shoulder blades, each kiss sending jolts of sensation through him.

Gale's hands slid around to his chest, massaging his pecs with firm, sure touches. Astarion leaned back into him, feeling the solid press of Gale's body against his back. The wizard was deliciously hairy, the crisp curls on his chest brushing against Astarion's smooth skin, adding another layer of sensation.

Astarion twisted around, seeking more contact, more heat. Gale's mouth found his again, their tongues tangling in a hungry dance as Astarion tried to pull the covers up around them. A thought occurred to him, wicked and tempting.

"Gale," Astarion murmured against his lips, "I'm still cold."

Gale pulled back slightly, concern etched on his face. "What do you need?"

Astarion smiled, slow and suggestive. "I need you to warm me from the inside."

Gale laughed, a warm rumble that Astarion felt more than heard, but he shifted them until Astarion was beneath him, pressed into the bedroll. The weight of Gale's body was a revelation—solid, warm, and grounding in a way that sent a shiver of pure need through Astarion.

Gale's mouth found his again, kissing him with a thoroughness that left Astarion breathless. He could feel the smile on Gale's lips, the sheer joy the wizard took in this exploration. It was intoxicating, being the focus of such unabashed enthusiasm.

A whispered word, too low for Astarion to catch, and then slick fingers were tracing the cleft of his ass, circling his hole with gentle insistence. Astarion gasped into Gale's mouth, his hips jerking at the sudden intimacy. Gods, the man knew what he was doing—his touch was sure and confident, massaging the tight ring of muscle until Astarion thought he might go mad from the sensation.

He rocked his hips, seeking more pressure, more friction, anything to ease the building ache. His cock was painfully hard, leaking precum onto his stomach. Gale's fingers slid inside him, slow and steady, stretching him with deliberate care. Astarion moaned, the sound muffled against Gale's lips, and dug his fingers into the wizard's back, pulling him closer.

Their cocks slid together, hot and hard, and Astarion wrapped a hand around them both, stroking them in time with the thrust of Gale's fingers. The friction was exquisite, the slide of skin on skin sending jolts of pleasure through him. But it wasn't enough—he needed more, needed the slick glide that would let them move together properly.

"Gale," he managed, tearing his mouth away from the wizard's kiss. "I need—more—"

Gale understood instantly, another whispered word and suddenly Astarion's hand was slick, the slide of their cocks together smooth and perfect. He groaned, the sound torn from deep within him, and stroked them faster, his grip tight and sure.

Gale's fingers crooked inside him, finding that spot that sent stars bursting behind his eyes. Astarion cried out, his back arching, as Gale massaged his prostate with skilled precision. Precum slicked his stomach, his hand, making the slide of their cocks together obscenely wet and perfect.

"Gods, Gale," he panted, his head thrashing against the bedroll. "I need—I want—"

He wanted Gale inside him, wanted that thick heat filling him, stretching him. Wanted to feel the slide of Gale's cock against his prostate, the burn of entry, the perfect fullness of being taken.

Astarion's eyes met Gale's, the wizard's gaze dark with lust and something softer, something that made Astarion's chest ache. He knew Gale could see the desperation in his face, the raw need that he couldn't hide, not now, not with Gale's fingers inside him and their cocks slick in his hand.

Gale smiled, slow and wicked, and Astarion's heart stuttered. Gods, he was beautiful like this—flushed and eager, his hair a mess from Astarion's grasping hands. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Astarion's ear, his voice a low rumble.

"Tell me what you want, Astarion."

Astarion shivered, his grip tightening on their cocks, his body clenching around Gale's fingers. He knew what Gale wanted—the words, the explicit admission of need. And gods help him, he wanted to give it to him.

"I want you," Astarion breathed, his voice hoarse. "I want you inside me, Gale. I want you to fuck me."

Gale's fingers slid out and his cock slid in, the burn of entry morphing into a pleasure so intense it stole his breath. Astarion gasped, his back arching as Gale filled him, the stretch and heat radiating from their point of joining out through his body. This was what he needed—this connection, this warmth chasing away the shadowcurse's chill.

Gale began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through Astarion. He could feel the heat of Gale's body, the solid press of his chest, the grip of his hands—it was overwhelming, consuming, and for a moment, he let himself drown in it.

But as Gale's pace quickened, a strange anxiety crept over Astarion. The weight of Gale's body, the strength of his grip, the relentless drive of his hips—it was too much, too close to memories he'd rather forget. His breath hitched, his heart would have pounded if it still beat, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin.

"Astarion?" Gale's voice cut through the haze, questioning, concerned.

He couldn't speak, couldn't form the words to explain the sudden panic gripping him. All he could manage was a single, whispered word.

"Red."

Gale stopped immediately, his body going still. Astarion braced himself for irritation, for impatience, but all Gale said was, "It's okay. It's fine."

The wizard gently pulled out, shifting to lie back, gently pulling Astarion against him. Gale's arms were loose around him, giving him room to decline, to pull away if he wanted. But Astarion didn't want to pull away. He wanted to burrow closer, to absorb more of Gale's heat, his comfort.

His emotions churned, a chaotic storm of desire and fear, frustration and relief. He hadn't wanted this to stop—his body still ached with need, still craved the feel of Gale moving inside him. But the panic had been real, the echo of old memories too loud to ignore.

Gale didn't prod him to explain, didn't push for answers. He just held him, his breath steady, his heartbeat a comforting thrum against Astarion's ear. The silence should have been awkward, but it wasn't. It was safe, a quiet space for Astarion to sort through the tangle of his thoughts.

One word. He'd said one word, and Gale had stopped. Completely, immediately, without question.

The realization felt monumental, earth-shattering in its simplicity.

He had said no, and it had mattered.

Heat crept up Astarion's neck. How pathetic he must seem, panicking like a virgin in the middle of what had been—until that moment—quite spectacular sex. His cock was still hard, his body still ached with need, and yet that single flash of memory, of being pinned beneath another body with no way to escape, had been enough to send him spiraling.

He should say something. Apologize, perhaps, though the thought made his skin crawl. Or maybe he should just leave—slip out of Gale's tent and pretend none of this had happened. It wouldn't be the first time he'd fled an uncomfortable situation. Maybe he could convince Karlach to let him stay in her tent—surely he could survive the night even without touching her.

But Astarion didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right here, wrapped in Gale's warmth, with the wizard's heartbeat steady against his back. He wanted to finish what they'd started, to chase away the shadowcurse's chill with the heat of Gale's body. He wanted to feel that pleasure again, to lose himself in it without the intrusion of old terrors.

More than that, he wanted to keep this feeling—of being heard, of mattering enough for someone to stop when he asked. It felt fragile, precious, something he didn't dare shatter with an ill-chosen word or hasty retreat.

"I want to try again," Astarion said instead, surprising himself with his honesty. "Not quite like that, but... something." He twisted in Gale's arms, looking up at him.

Gale's arms tightened slightly, a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay," he murmured. "You don't have to explain. Not unless you want to."

"I'm not fragile, Gale. I won't break. I just—" He paused, trying to articulate what he'd felt in that moment of panic. "I was feeling... trapped. Maybe."

He trailed off, unsure what he needed. Unsure how to reconcile the warring desires inside him—the hunger for closeness, the fear of vulnerability. All he knew was that he didn't want this to end, didn't want to retreat back into the cold, the loneliness.

Gale shifted beneath him, his hands gripping Astarion's hips. "Let's try this," he murmured, guiding Astarion to straddle him. Astarion hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at him. But before he could voice his doubts, Gale sat up, wrapping his arms around Astarion, enveloping him in warmth and strength.

With a whispered word, the covers lifted, cocooning them both, secured behind Gale's back by a glowing blue hand. A soft heat emanated from the fabric, chasing away the last of the shadowcurse's chill. Astarion sighed, melting into Gale's embrace, the anxiety that had gripped him moments before dissolving like mist under the sun.

Gale's lips found his, kissing him with a tenderness that sent a shiver down Astarion's spine. This was what he needed—this closeness, this connection. He could feel Gale's heartbeat, steady and strong, against his chest. His skin was warm, and he smelled of that particular blend of old parchment, fresh ink, and the faint, citrusy scent of the soap he used.

Astarion reached between them, positioning Gale's cock at his entrance. He sank down slowly, feeling the stretch and burn as Gale filled him again. Gale's arms tightened around him, holding him close, their bodies pressed tightly together. There was no space between them, no room for the cold, for the fear. Only warmth and connection.

He began to move, rocking his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Gale's cock slid in and out of him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body. Their lips remained locked, their breaths mingling, as they moved together, joined at the hip, at the lip, at the heart.

Astarion's hips rolled, finding a rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure through him with each thrust. Gale's hands were on his hips, guiding him, steadying him, their mouths locked in a hungry kiss.

Astarion could feel the warmth of Gale's body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. It was a stark reminder of the life that pulsed through the wizard, the vitality that Astarion himself lacked. But in this moment, with Gale inside him, their bodies joined, he felt alive. More alive than he had in centuries.

He tore his mouth away from Gale's, panting, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Gods, Gale," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "You feel... incredible."

Gale's chuckle was a warm rumble, his hands tightening on Astarion's hips. "You're not so bad yourself," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and lust.

Astarion grinned, a wicked curl of his lips. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against Gale's ear, his voice a low purr. "Can you feel how tight I am around you? How perfectly you fill me? Imagine the pity, the tragedy of my hole going without after this."

Gale's breath hitched, his hips jerking up to meet Astarion's next thrust. "Astarion..." he growled, warning and desire tangled in his voice.

Astarion laughed again, a sound of pure delight. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat coiling in his belly, the tightness in his thighs. But more than that, he could feel the joy of it, the sheer fun of their bodies moving together, of the banter passing between them.

"You know," he panted, his hips rolling in a particularly devastating figure-eight, "this is much more enjoyable than martyrdom. Or so I'd imagine."

Gale's laugh was half groan, his head falling forward against Astarion's shoulder. "Astarion, gods—"

"What?" Astarion asked, all innocence and mischief. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of Gale's throat, feeling the pulse that beat there. "Surely this is more tempting than whatever Mystra's offering. All that divine glory pales in comparison to good, messy, mortal pleasure."

Gale's hands slid up Astarion's back, pulling him closer, their chests pressed tight together. "You're playing dirty," he murmured, his voice rough.

Astarion grinned, nipping at Gale's jaw. "I always play dirty. It's more fun that way."

Their bodies moved faster, the rhythm building, the pleasure coiling tighter. Astarion could feel the heat of Gale's skin, the slick slide of their bodies together, the sound of their laughter and gasps filling the tent. This was what he wanted, what he craved—not just the physical pleasure, but the connection, the joy of it.

He leaned back slightly, his hands braced on Gale's chest, their eyes locked together. "Stay, Gale," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Stay here, with me. With us. Choose this—choose life, choose pleasure, choose—" He broke off, his head falling back as a sudden wave of pleasure crashed through him, stealing his breath, his thoughts.

Gale surged up, his arms wrapping around Astarion, holding him tight as he fucked him through it, the pleasure cresting, overwhelming. Astarion could feel Gale's cock pulsing inside him, the heat of his release, the sound of his groan vibrating through his chest.

They collapsed back onto the bedroll, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Astarion lay there, Gale's arms wrapped around him. He felt... content. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one he hadn't experienced in centuries. Not since—well, who knew?

He shoved the thought away, refusing to let the past intrude on this moment. The past was cold, brutal. This—Gale's arms around him, their bodies pressed together—this was warmth, comfort.

Gale's hand stroked his back, a gentle, rhythmic motion that sent shivers down Astarion's spine. He realized then that the cold had made his body numb, but  Gale... Gale had been numb too, for different reasons. Mystra's rejection, his perceived failure, his misguided belief that martyrdom was his only path to redemption.

Astarion had always fought so hard to survive, to endure Cazador's torments, the endless hunger, the loneliness. But he'd thought little about why he was fighting, what he was fighting for. Survival had been enough, a drive born of instinct and defiance. But now... now he wanted more. Something like this—warmth, comfort, connection—this could be his reason. If he managed to win free of Cazador permanently.

A soft growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of defiance, of determination. Damned if he'd let Cazador make him numb on the inside like Mystra was making Gale. And come to think of it, damned if he'd let Mystra have her way either. He and Gale could warm each other, fight for each other. He'd find a way to convince Gale to buy in, even if he had to play every dirty game in his very extensive dirty game playbook.

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DUNE PART TWO, commentary (bc i can't handle some of the absurd online talk). Poster by Matthew Ceo;

I judge what the movie shows me, not differences between the books and the movie, i think much of the antagonistic (or toxic male bs rant about Chani) debate could be avoided.

The movie keeps some core themes vague, maybe too vague for audiences, like the entire bs between Duke Leto and the Bene Gesserit in the past (2 films into this universe i'm not satisfied with a oneliner that he became sassy towards them!). While other aspects like the conflict between 'plans and counter plans' vs inner morality and compassion and love are handled with the sledgehammer like the Harkonnen chessboard visuals society. So that even the most non-brainy American understands that the individual moral compasses and rites and doctrines are secondary in the bigger picture bc psychic nuns were able to control all the male dominated macho system and houses and blood lines.

The fact that the Fremen are shown to us as complete opposite of the corrupted, loveless empire and monarchy system might be misleading some in the audience. Either a society is unreal and purely peaceful or there is indeed war and power struggle but none of it is shown. By not showing the dark side of Fremen society (aside of the religious fanatics vs non-believers in the fabricated prophecy), it appears as unreal and ultimately weakens the message. That's why some focus on the debate between purely good Paul rising as heroic liberator OR purely good Paul being corrupted by absolute magic worm water. The elements we see are like fata morgana things, the actually important stuff is behind the facades. Wonders, messiah figures, noble blood, costumes, even the power to control the flow of spice, none of that is the key part of the storytelling in my opinion.

The ultimate takeaway or joke (and i hope Herbert wanted it to be partly a joke) is that the specific parts of OUR society that are analyzed here - any kind of dominant elites - miss to see the tree in the forest. The men IF messiahs or emperors are murderers, the women IF protective of their children or having powers beyond human nature can be as ruthless and coldhearted as men, pseudo-free people IF living in a bubble like Arrakis can be turned into obedient followers, and so on, the list is sure not complete. For this adaption (regardless of any flaw or woke/anti-woke/liberal/traditional interpretations of archetypes and their use) the main q is whether it can teach our global generation the lesson or not. To look not on ONE label alone, think in more than ONE vs ANOTHER BOX, and to think about how complex life is when everybody (followers more than the upper class) is pushed and pulled between multiple gravitational cores. Paul is shown as the struggling and flawed young person who had NO CHOICE in being born into specific systems. And some of his choices later show that outdated black-or-white thinking doesn't solve any complex problem. Running away into the desert could still get all Fremen killed by any future emperor and whatever houses wage war for Arrakis control. Going on a revenge rampage might look justified on first glance but will logically cost millions of lives. Perfect solutions and clean souls without dark corners are for kiddy fairytales, but this story is about realities of life. And life is ugly.

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There Are No Gods or Kings, Only Man

A Scathing Critique of Trumpism and the Rise of Populist Extremism

The era of Donald Trump has left an indelible mark on the political landscape, both in the United States and globally. The ascent of Trumpism, with its cult-like fervor, has emboldened extremist rhetoric and actions reminiscent of a nascent Fourth Reich. This dangerous trend has profound implications, and it is crucial to dissect its roots, impacts, and the broader issues it reveals about contemporary society.

The Cult of Personality

Donald Trump's presidency was characterized by an unprecedented cult of personality. His followers, often referred to as the MAGA (Make America Great Again) crowd, elevated him to an almost god-like status. This idolization is antithetical to the principle that "there are no gods or kings, only man." By placing Trump on a pedestal, his supporters disregarded his numerous failings and embraced a narrative built on lies and demagoguery.

Trump's appeal lay in his ability to present himself as an anti-establishment figure, a billionaire who spoke for the "common man." However, this facade masked his true nature as a self-serving opportunist. The QAnon conspiracy theory, which flourished under his watch, further exemplifies the dangers of blind faith in a singular figure. QAnon followers believed in a shadowy "deep state" and saw Trump as their savior, leading to real-world violence and a distortion of democratic discourse.

Populist Rhetoric and Authoritarian Tendencies

Trump's rhetoric was marked by extreme populism, scapegoating minorities, immigrants, and political opponents. This us-versus-them mentality fostered division and hatred, eroding the social fabric. His infamous slogan, "Make America Great Again," harkened back to an idealized past that never truly existed, promoting a reactionary agenda that sought to roll back civil rights and social progress.

The rise of Trumpism also saw an alarming embrace of authoritarian tendencies. Trump's frequent attacks on the media, judiciary, and other democratic institutions undermined the checks and balances essential to a functioning democracy. His refusal to accept the results of the 2020 election and the subsequent insurrection at the Capitol on January 6, 2021, highlighted the dangers of a leader who refuses to relinquish power and incites violence.

Global Impact: A Fourth Reich in the Making?

The impact of Trumpism has not been confined to the United States. Around the world, populist leaders have drawn inspiration from Trump's playbook. Figures like Jair Bolsonaro in Brazil, Viktor Orbán in Hungary, and Narendra Modi in India have adopted similar tactics, leveraging nationalism, xenophobia, and disinformation to consolidate power. These leaders, emboldened by Trump's example, pose a significant threat to global stability and democratic norms.

The comparison to the rise of a Fourth Reich is not hyperbolic. The parallels between the current wave of populism and the conditions that led to the rise of fascism in the 20th century are stark. Economic uncertainty, social fragmentation, and a distrust of established institutions create a fertile ground for demagogues who promise simple solutions to complex problems. The dangerous combination of charismatic leadership and a disaffected populace can lead to the erosion of democratic principles and the rise of autocratic regimes.

The Broader Problems: Idolatry and Centralization of Power

The rise of Trumpism and global populism underscores a broader issue: the human propensity for idolatry and the centralization of power. In times of crisis, people often seek strong leaders to provide direction and reassurance. This tendency, however, can lead to the elevation of deeply flawed individuals to positions of immense power, exacerbating the very issues they purport to solve.

The idolization of leaders like Trump distracts from the reality that they are mere mortals, subject to the same flaws and limitations as anyone else. This deification creates a dangerous feedback loop, where leaders are emboldened by their followers' unwavering support, leading to increasingly authoritarian behavior. The principle that "there are no gods or kings, only man" serves as a reminder that power should be dispersed and accountable, not concentrated in the hands of a few.

The Way Forward: Embracing Rationalism and Egalitarianism

Addressing the rise of populist extremism requires a fundamental shift in how society approaches leadership and governance. First and foremost, it is essential to reject the notion of infallible leaders. Political discourse should be grounded in rationalism, critical thinking, and empirical evidence, not in blind faith and conspiracy theories.

Egalitarianism must also be a guiding principle. A healthy democracy thrives on diversity of thought and a robust system of checks and balances. Power should be decentralized, with strong institutions that hold leaders accountable and protect the rights of all citizens. Education plays a crucial role in this endeavor, fostering a populace that is informed, critical, and resistant to demagoguery.

In conclusion, the era of Trump and the rise of populist extremism serve as a stark reminder of the dangers of idolatry and the centralization of power. The quote "there are no gods or kings, only man" encapsulates the need for a more rational, egalitarian approach to leadership and governance. By embracing these principles, society can resist the allure of authoritarianism and build a more just and democratic world.

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Why Housewash, PA?

Why Housewash, PA? Welcome to the heart of Coatesville, where the vibrant trend of power washing is transforming homes and landscapes. In this guide, we'll delve into the epicenter of this phenomenon — Why Housewash, PA? Discover why this local powerhouse is making waves in the realm of power washing and how it can breathe new life into your home.

A Brief Overview of the Power Washing Trend in Coatesville

Coatesville, a city steeped in history, is experiencing a renaissance in home maintenance. The surge in power washing is not just a passing fad; it's a transformative practice gaining momentum.

Introducing Why Housewash, PA is Such a Prominent Player

At the forefront of this transformative movement stands Housewash, PA. With a legacy built on excellence and customer satisfaction, Housewash, PA has become synonymous with top-notch power washing services.

Why Housewash, PA? Teasing the Benefits and Urgency of Power Washing

Why should you be part of this trend? Why Housewash, PA? The benefits are both aesthetic and practical. A power-washed home not only looks refreshed but also stands the test of time against environmental elements. Don't miss out — the time to rejuvenate your home is now.

II. The Power of Housewash, PA

History and Background of Housewash, PA

Founded on a commitment to excellence in 2005, Housewash, PA has evolved into a powerhouse in the power washing industry. The company's journey is a testament to its dedication to quality service and customer satisfaction.

Notable Features and Services Offered

Advanced Pressure Washing Technology

Housewash, PA employs state-of-the-art pressure washing technology, ensuring a thorough and efficient cleaning process.

Eco-Friendly Cleaning Solutions

The use of environmentally friendly cleaning solutions sets Housewash, PA apart, promoting a sustainable and responsible approach to power washing.

Testimonials and Success Stories

Customer satisfaction is the cornerstone of why Housewash, PA is so very successful. Explore firsthand experiences and success stories from clients whose homes have undergone a remarkable transformation.

Stay tuned as we unravel more about the power-packed services Housewash, PA has to offer in the next section — ‘III. Unpacking the Coatesville Power Washing Phenomenon.'

Why Housewash, PA? : A Legacy of Excellence

History and Background of Housewash, PA

In the annals of Coatesville's transformation, Housewash, PA emerges as a beacon of reliability. Established in 2005, this company embarked on a journey that transcends mere power washing — it's a commitment to excellence etched into the very fabric of its foundation. The evolution of Housewash, PA is a captivating narrative of resilience, adaptability, and an unwavering dedication to providing unparalleled power washing services.

Why Housewash, PA? Notable Features and Services Offered

Advanced Pressure Washing Technology

Housewash, PA takes pride in staying ahead of the curve with cutting-edge pressure washing technology. The advanced equipment ensures a meticulous and efficient cleaning process, reaching every nook and cranny of your home exterior.Why Housewash, PA? The result! A rejuvenated facade that stands as a testament to the prowess of Housewash, PA.

Why Housewash, PA use Eco-Friendly Cleaning Solutions

As environmental consciousness takes center stage, Housewash, PA leads the charge with its commitment to eco-friendly cleaning solutions. The use of environmentally safe detergents not only ensures a thorough clean but also aligns with a sustainable approach. Your home gets a fresh look, and Mother Nature gets a breather.

Testimonials and Success Stories

The true measure of a service lies in the satisfaction of its clients. Housewash, PA boasts a trove of testimonials and success stories that echo the sentiment of contented homeowners. Explore these narratives, each detailing a home's metamorphosis under the skilled hands of Housewash, PA's expert team. From stubborn stains to seemingly irreversible grime, the success stories resonate with the transformative power of professional power washing.

As we revel in the triumphs of Housewash, PA, let's turn our attention to the broader Coatesville landscape in the next section — ‘III. Unpacking the Coatesville Power Washing Phenomenon.'

Why Housewash, PA is in Demand for Power Washing in Coatesville

In the heart of Coatesville, a demand is echoing through the neighborhoods – the demand for power washing. The allure of revitalized homes and pristine exteriors has fueled this phenomenon, and residents are increasingly recognizing the transformative power of a professional power washing service.

Factors Contributing to the Popularity of Power Washing

1. Aesthetic Appeal:

Homeowners in Coatesville are embracing the idea that a well-maintained exterior is not just a luxury but a reflection of pride and community aesthetics.

2. Weathering the Elements:

The region's climate, with its seasonal shifts, exposes homes to a range of elements. Power washing becomes a practical necessity to combat mold, mildew, and the effects of changing weather conditions.

3. Property Value Enhancement:

The real estate market in Coatesville sees a direct correlation between well-maintained homes and increased property values. Power washing becomes a strategic investment for homeowners looking to boost their property's worth.

Why Housewash, PA Chooses To Align with and Exceed These Demands

In the dynamic landscape of Coatesville's power washing scene, Housewash, PA emerges as a trailblazer, perfectly attuned to the demands of its clientele.

1. Tailored Solutions:

Housewash, PA recognizes that each home is unique, facing distinct challenges. The company's approach involves tailoring power washing solutions to address specific issues, ensuring a comprehensive and customized service.

2. Timely and Efficient:

Understanding the urgency of the Coatesville demand is why Housewash, PA prides itself on providing timely and efficient services. The goal is not just to meet expectations but to exceed them, leaving homeowners with a sense of satisfaction and pride in their revitalized homes.

As we unravel the seamless synergy between Coatesville's demands and wgy Housewash, PA's solutions solve them best, let's delve deeper into the specific reasons why choosing this powerhouse for your power washing needs is a decision rooted in wisdom. Welcome to ‘IV. Why Choose Housewash, PA for Power Washing?'

Why Housewash, PA for Power Washing?

Highlighting the Unique Selling Points

In the bustling landscape of power washing services in Coatesville, Housewash, PA stands out as a beacon of excellence. Discerning homeowners are increasingly drawn to the unique selling points that explain why Housewash, PA stands ahead of the competition.

Advanced Technology for Superior Results

1. Precision Pressure Washing:

Housewash, PA utilizes cutting-edge pressure washing technology to ensure a precise and effective cleaning process. The result is a thorough cleanse that leaves no room for stubborn grime or unsightly stains.

2. Eco-Friendly Approach:

What makes Housewash, PA an environmental advocate is its commitment to using eco-friendly cleaning solutions. Homeowners can enjoy the benefits of a pristine exterior without compromising on their commitment to sustainability.

Case Studies Showcasing Successful Power Washing Projects

To truly understand the prowess of Housewash, PA, one need look no further than the success stories that have unfolded under its expert care.

1. Siding Restoration Magic:

Housewash, PA has successfully restored siding to its original glory, tackling issues ranging from algae and mold to discoloration. These case studies serve as a testament to the transformative power of professional power washing.

2. Roof Revitalization Expertise:

The company has proven expertise in roof revitalization, eradicating the unsightly black streaks caused by algae and ensuring the longevity of the roofing material.

Exploring the Range of Services Offered by Housewash, PA

1. Residential Power Washing:

Housewash, PA caters to the diverse needs of homeowners, offering comprehensive residential power washing services that cover everything from driveways to decks.

2. Commercial Power Washing:

Recognizing the significance of first impressions for businesses, Housewash, PA extends its expertise to commercial establishments, providing a pristine exterior that reflects professionalism and care.

As we navigate through the array of services that Housewash, PA brings to the table, the journey continues into the actionable realm. Discover how you can transform your home with Housewash, PA in the next section — ‘V. Take Action Now: Transform Your Home with Housewash, PA.'

Tell Me Why Housewash, PA?

As we stand at the threshold of transformative possibilities, the time to act is now. Housewash, PA beckons, offering not just a service but a rejuvenation for your home that transcends the ordinary. Let's explore how you can take the first step towards a cleaner, fresher home.

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Maximize the benefits with bundle offers covering multiple services. From siding to roof, seize the opportunity to give your entire home a facelift at an unbeatable price.

Step-by-Step Guide on How Readers Can Make Use Of Our Power Washing Services. Why Housewash, PA?

1. Contact Housewash, PA:

Reach out to the expert team at Housewash, PA through the provided contact channels, whether it be a phone call or an online inquiry form.

2. Schedule a Consultation:

Book a consultation to discuss your specific needs. Housewash, PA believes in tailor-made solutions, ensuring that every aspect of your home is considered.

3. Receive a Customized Quote:

After the consultation, you'll receive a customized quote detailing the scope of work and associated costs. Transparency is a cornerstone of Housewash, PA's service.

4. Experience the Transformation:

Once the details are ironed out, sit back and witness the transformation. The team at Housewash, PA brings expertise and precision to every project, ensuring a result that exceeds expectations.

Conclusion: No Need To Ask – Why Housewash, PA?

In conclusion, Housewash, PA's prominence in Coatesville's power washing scene is not a coincidence but a result of a commitment to excellence, advanced technology, and a customer-centric approach. As you embark on this journey to revitalize your home, Housewash, PA stands ready, offering not just a service but an experience.

Recall our journey through the power of Housewash, PA — from its inception and evolution to the Coatesville power washing phenomenon, the unique selling points, and successful case studies. Now, armed with knowledge, take the next step towards a cleaner, fresher home with Housewash, PA.

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Expert technical support: From selection to fabrication

Custom orders: Tailored dimensions and grades

Global logistics: On-time delivery across continents

Our experienced team works closely with clients to ensure each titanium product meets their technical, regulatory, and operational standards.

Final Thoughts

Whether you're building aircraft, designing medical implants, or engineering industrial systems, the material you choose matters. With Standard Titanium Co, you gain a reliable partner for high-performance Titanium Tube and Titanium Sheet products that meet and exceed industry expectations.

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Architectural Membranes and PVC/PVDF Coated Fabrics: The Future of Modern Structures

In today’s world of innovative construction and design, architectural membranes are transforming how we build and cover spaces. These high-performance fabrics are used to create lightweight, flexible, and durable structures that are both functional and aesthetically striking.

At the forefront of this revolution is LUCKY-TECH Membranes Pvt. Ltd., one of India’s most trusted names in PVC and PVDF-coated fabric manufacturing. Through its exclusive partnership with SIOEN, a global leader in coated technical textiles, LUCKY-TECH delivers world-class membrane solutions that meet the demands of modern architecture and engineering.

What Are Architectural Membranes?

Architectural membranes are specially engineered fabrics used to create tensile structures such as canopies, roofs, facades, and shelters. These membranes are typically coated with PVC (Polyvinyl Chloride) or PVDF (Polyvinylidene Fluoride) to enhance strength, flexibility, weather resistance, and longevity.

Why Use PVC/PVDF Coated Fabrics?

PVC and PVDF coated fabrics are widely used in architectural applications for several reasons:

✅ Lightweight and Flexible – Easy to install, transport, and maintain

✅ UV and Weather Resistant – Withstand harsh sun, rain, and wind

✅ Durable and Long-Lasting – Built for years of performance

✅ Fire-Retardant Options – Enhances safety for public and industrial spaces

✅ High Aesthetic Appeal – Enables creative and modern designs

Whether it's for stadium roofs, walkways, or temporary pavilions, PVC/PVDF membranes are the go-to choice for architects and engineers around the world.

LUCKY-TECH’s Expertise in Engineered Membranes

LUCKY-TECH Membranes specializes in manufacturing Engineered Membranes that are tailor-made for a variety of applications. These include:

Tensile Structures

Aluminum frame Tents

Biogas Holders

High-speed roll-up Doors

Tank liners

Truck side curtains

Architectural shading systems

Each membrane is designed to meet strict quality standards, ensuring durability, fire resistance, and superior visual performance.

Global Quality, Made in India

Backed by its technical partnership with SIOEN Belgium, LUCKY-TECH brings European-quality coated fabrics to the Indian market. From raw materials to coating technology, every product reflects precision engineering and global standards. This makes LUCKY-TECH a reliable supplier to industries like construction, infrastructure, agriculture, transport, and event management.

Applications of Architectural Membranes in India

The demand for Architectural Membranes in India is growing rapidly, especially with the rise of urban infrastructure, smart cities, and industrial development. These high-performance membranes offer the perfect balance of durability, design, and efficiency, making them essential for a wide range of applications.

Common uses include:

✅ Walkway covers and atriums

✅ Mall and airport shading

✅ Event tents and domes

✅ Warehouse partitions and curtains

✅ Stadium and exhibition roofing

✅ Aluminum frame tents and temporary shelters

✅ Biogas holder covers and digester membranes

✅ Tank liners for water and chemical storage

✅ High-speed roll-up door curtains

✅ Truck side curtains and trailer covers

✅ Factory and loading bay enclosures

✅ Outdoor canopies and tensile roofing systems

With their expertise in PVC and PVDF-coated fabrics, LUCKY-TECH Membranes provides custom-engineered solutions for each of these applications, ensuring performance, longevity, and aesthetics all in one.

Conclusion: Choose the Right Fabric Partner

As India builds smarter, faster, and greener, the need for high-performance architectural membranes is higher than ever. Choosing a trusted partner like LUCKY-TECH Membranes ensures that you get durable, safe, and visually stunning PVC/PVDF-coated fabrics designed to meet modern architectural demands. Explore innovative membrane solutions with LUCKY-TECH Membranes — India’s trusted name in engineered architectural fabric.

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Why Smart Steel Structure Design Matters in Large-Scale Projects?

Every design decision can affect the project cost, safety and efficiency when constructing large-scale commercial and industrial projects. Steel structure design: This is one of the most important factors in the process. From factories to airports, to warehouses to skyscrapers, a good steel structure design lays out the strength, stability, and adaptability of your steel structure. A professional steel structure design company not only brings innovation but also technical expertise required for large scale development projects.

The Significance of Steel Structure Design in Modern Construction

Designing steel structures refers to the modelling design of the steel structures that fulfil the structural requirements of the project. For larger constructions, intelligent design guarantees the building will endure heavy loads, seismic events, and environmental damage.

By teaming up with a well-renowned steel structure company in Saudi Arabia, Organizations can leverage global-class quality coupled with local experience, which ensures compliance with building codes and high-grade region-specific structures.

Key Benefits of Smart Steel Structure Design

1. Enhanced Strength and Load-Bearing Capacity

Designing the steel structure properly utilizes the strength of the material, providing the building with adequate capability of supporting heavy objects and complex parts of the structure. Particularly for factories, stadiums, and commercial towers that handle heavy equipment or large crowds where it needs the most.

Expertise in structural steel design & fabrication ensures that safety is never compromised and the end product remains structurally intact for years to come.

2. Faster and Cost-Efficient Construction

Design of pre-engineered metal buildings enables parts to be manufactured off-site and assembled on-site within days. This decreases the labor cost and the time required for construction, which is a significant benefit in competitive marketplaces.

By working in conjunction with project managers to find ways to manage the use of material to minimize waste, then the many leading steel manufacturers in Saudi Arabia can offer very cost-effective solutions to projects.

3. Flexible and Scalable Designs

Steel most unique trait is its flexibility. This flexibility of the industrial steel structure design makes it easier to modify or expand or to retrofit without major structural disruption. Perfect for factories and facilities that require expansion to meet variable demand.

A good steel structure design company will consider all the possibilities of future developments and customization of the structure in the planning phase itself.

4. Improved Aesthetic and Functional Value

The era when steel only had a practical value is behind. The designs of modern steel structures enable architects to create interiors without partitions, exteriors with no partially visible walls, and futuristic facades. Steel provides you with the flexibility to be innovative whether it is a corporate office or a logistics hub.

Why Choose a Steel Structure Company in Saudi Arabia?

Saudi Arabia: A Fast-Growing Market for Keeping Up with Infrastructure Growth in High Quality Steel Structure Design and Fabrication With the partnership with the steel structure company in KSA, you will be able to get the advantage of:

Regional project expertise

State-of-the-art manufacturing plants

Availability of expertise & engineering

Adhere to Middle Eastern safety and environmental standards

From design to installation, these companies provide solutions for everything from basic structural frames to complex architectural components.

Key Features to Look For in a Steel Structure Design Company

When it comes to taking care of your steel structure design needs, it is important to pick the right partner. Take into account the factors below:

Large Scale Project Proven Portfolio

Engineering and design teams are in house

Integration with steel design software and modeling programs

Assurance and Certifications

Robust post-sales assistance and upkeep services

Role of Steel Manufacturers in Saudi Arabia in Structural Design

The steel manufacturers in Saudi Arabia are the basic pillars of the steel design ecosystem. Their contribution ranges from producing high-grade steel to precision-cut sections ready to install thereby boosting material quality and timely execution.

Partnering with a steel structure design company and steel manufacturers Saudi Arabia make sure on-site performance of the structural framework is exactly what it looks like on paper.

ConclusionIn today’s competitive construction landscape, smart Steel Structure Design is more than just engineering; it’s a strategic asset. Whether you're launching a new factory or expanding a logistics hub, a well-designed steel framework ensures long-term success, safety, and scalability.

FAQs about Steel Structure Design

Q1: What is the importance of steel structure design in large-scale projects?

 It ensures strength, durability, and cost-efficiency for complex builds.

Q2: Can steel structure designs be customized for industrial use?

 Yes, industrial steel structure design allows full customization to meet operational needs.

Q3: How does steel compare to concrete for structural applications?

 Steel is lighter, faster to install, and more adaptable than concrete.

Q4: Why choose a steel structure company in Saudi Arabia?

 They offer advanced technology, regional expertise, and compliance with local standards.

Q5: What is structural steel design & fabrication?

 It involves engineering, cutting, and assembling steel components to create durable building frameworks.

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Best Motorised Shutter Fabrication Services In Delhi

When it comes to securing your commercial or residential property in Delhi, it is necessary to invest in a reliable and durable motorized shutter. Motorized shutters not only provide increased protection, but also provide convenience and aesthetic appeal. If you are searching for the best motorized shutter fabrication services in Delhi, then you have come to the right place. We specialize in giving high quality, custom-made motorized motorized shutters that fully combine strength, style and advanced technology.

Why choose us for motorized shutter fabrication services in Delhi?

Choosing the right service provider for motorized shutter fabrication is important to ensure that the product meets your specific requirements and lasts for years. Our company stands out due to our commitment to quality, accuracy and customer satisfaction. We use premium-grade materials obtained from reliable manufacturers, which guarantees strength and resistance to wear and tears. Our team of skilled technicians and engineers brings years to expertise for every project. They work closely with customers to understand their unique needs-thick they are for a commercial storefront, warehouse, garage, or residential gate and provide tailor solutions. From early consultation to installation and after -sales support, we ensure a spontaneous experience. Additionally, our motorized shutters are equipped with the latest automation systems, allowing smooth and spontaneous operations. Remote control and integration of smart technology not only protects our shutter, but also highly user friendly.

Does make us the best motorized shutter fabrication services in Delhi?

The motorized shutter market is competitive, but we maintain our position as the best through innovation, quality and reliability. One of the major factors to separate us is our adaptation ability. We understand that each customer requirements vary in terms of size, design, materials and automation features. Our construction process is flexible and adaptive to these variations, ensuring that the final product fully meets your location and functional demands. We use advanced construction techniques and machinery to maintain accurate and quality control at every step. It reduces defects and increases durability. Our commitment to use corrosion-resistant materials also ensures that shutter performance or aesthetics faces a diverse weather state of Delhi without compromising. Customer service is another foundation stone of our business. We believe in building long -term relationships rather than a one -time transaction. Our quick response, transparent pricing and professional installation services have earned us a loyal customer base in Delhi.

Benefits of choosing our motorized shutter fabrication services in Delhi

Investing in motorized shutters from a reliable manufacturer brings many benefits. Mainly, these shutters enhance the protection of your property by providing a strong barrier against unauthorized access. Unlike manual shutters, motorized versions provide quick and spontaneous operations, especially useful for commercial installations that require frequent opening and closing. Our shutters also add to the curb appeal of your property. With a variety of design options, colors and finish, you can choose a style that complements the facade of your building. Automation technique integrated into a modern touch integrated into shutters, improves overall value and functionality. Maintenance is another benefit. Our motorized shutter fabrication services in Delhi are designed for longevity and require minimal maintenance. In case of any issue, our dedicated support team is always ready to help you to ensure minimum downtime.

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Color Coated Sheet Manufacturers in India: The Backbone of Modern PEB Construction

In the world of fast, efficient, and sustainable building solutions, Pre-Engineered Buildings (PEBs) have taken center stage. Designed for speed, flexibility, and strength, PEB structures are used extensively across industrial, commercial, and institutional projects. A crucial element that contributes to their durability and aesthetic appeal is the color coated sheet — and at the core of this component are the color coated sheet manufacturers in India.

What Are Color Coated Sheets?

Color coated sheets are metal sheets — usually steel or aluminum — that are coated with protective paint layers to offer long-term resistance to corrosion, weather, and UV damage. These sheets are used in roofing, wall cladding, facades, and interior applications within PEB structures.

Their popularity in PEBs is due to:

Corrosion and weather resistance

Vibrant and customizable colors

High strength-to-weight ratio

Easy installation and low maintenance

Why Color Coated Sheets Matter in PEBs

PEB manufacturers heavily rely on color coated sheets to complete the envelope of the building. These sheets enhance the structure’s thermal performance, lifespan, and external appearance — making them a functional and design-driven component.

Some major roles of color coated sheets in PEBs include:

Roofing systems that withstand harsh climates

Wall panels for insulation and design

False ceilings and facades in commercial buildings

Partitions and enclosures in factories

Role of Color Coated Sheet Manufacturers in India

India’s leading color coated sheet manufacturers have become vital partners to PEB companies. Their advanced technology, production capacity, and product customization capabilities help meet the unique requirements of every project.

Top manufacturers offer:

Galvanized (GI) and Galvalume (AZ) base metal options

Various thicknesses and widths for different structural needs

Coating types like polyester, PVDF, and SMP

Profiles suited for both aesthetic and load-bearing purposes

Many also adhere to IS standards and international benchmarks, ensuring reliability and durability.

How to Choose the Right Manufacturer

When selecting a color coated sheet manufacturer for your PEB project, consider the following:

Quality certifications and industry experience

Range of profiles, thicknesses, and color options

UV and weather resistance ratings

Timely delivery and logistics capabilities

Compatibility with PEB structural systems

Working with a reputable sheet manufacturer ensures a seamless fit with your PEB fabrication process and enhances the overall life and look of the building.

Conclusion:

As PEBs become the standard for efficient and scalable construction in India, color coated sheet manufacturers in india continue to play a key role in driving quality and innovation. These manufacturers support PEB builders with advanced materials that not only protect but also enhance the structure. If you're planning a PEB project, choosing the right color coated sheet partner is essential to building something that lasts — in both strength and style.

Visit:- https://www.pebmanufacturers.in/color-coated-sheet.html

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Elevating Outdoor Design with Metal Work, Parking Shades, and Aluminum Pergola Solutions

In the dynamic urban and commercial landscapes of the UAE and surrounding regions, the demand for high-quality architectural enhancements is steadily growing. Among the key components shaping modern outdoor aesthetics and functionality are metal work, parking shades, and aluminum pergola installations. These elements serve a dual purpose — delivering structural strength while enhancing the visual appeal of residential, commercial, and public spaces.

From advanced shading solutions in large complexes to elegant garden coverings and decorative facades, metal fabrication has emerged as the foundation of innovative design. The integration of metal work, parking shades, and aluminum pergola systems into architectural planning reflects a shift toward sustainable, stylish, and purpose-driven design practices.