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Chapter 70 - Doom Upon All the World

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8129126/chapters/27545046

Bastien fought the bile rising in the back of his throat as he trod through the ash, debris catching on an unseen breeze to flit across the soon to be battlefield. The unsteady pressure radiating from the red lyrium penetrated him to the bone, though looking at his mage compatriots he wagered that wasn’t the real cause. These could be Jean’s ashes I’m stomping on. His brothers remains could be anywhere in this crater, he would never find them, he’d already tried. Even without Jean, they stood on the grave of countless souls ripped from this world, from families like his own, from lovers. But the shouts of guards in trouble wouldn’t wait on his remorse. He clenched his fist, feeling Jean’s ring strain beneath his gauntlet to pinch his flesh, and charged forward. He would avenge his brother, all Thedas, right here, right now. Bastien would not leave until Corypheus was reduced to nothing, even if he had to sacrifice himself to see it so.

They arrived just in time to save the few scouts remaining, Harding and those who’d been stationed in or around Skyhold moving quickly to collect the wounded and carry them to safety. Corypheus turned his attention to Bastien, his claws scraping against his treasured orb.

“I knew you would come.” He purred, falling to a deep, mocking bow.

“This ends here.” Bastien growled in response, quickly advancing.

“So it shall.” Corypheus murmured before the earth began to shake.

Bastien was thrown to his back as the ground beneath them lurched toward the sky, hurtling towards the breach as it swirled above. He scrambled to kneel, trying desperately to fight against the sudden wave of vertigo as the mountains began to fall away. The moment the ground steadied he leapt to his feet, clenching his sword in a white-knuckled grip as Corypheus stared down at him.

“You have been most successful in foiling my plans, but let us not forget what you are.” Corypheus shook his head and growled, “A thief, in the wrong place at the wrong time. An interloper. A gnat.”

He felt the energy shift as arcs of red lightning radiated around Corypheus’ frame, his low voice reverberating through his chest, threatening to steal the air from his lungs. He clenched his fist harder, the ring digging into his skin, the pain snapping him back.

“We shall prove here, once and for all, which of us is worthy of Godhood.”

“I do not seek Godhood.” Bastien readied his shield, “And I am done talking.”

He felt himself lean forward, matching Corypheus’ hardened stare with one of his own. He was done running, he was done chasing, he was more than ready to dig his sword into Corypheus’ heart. A loud clatter drew his attention upward, as the archdemon crested the stone pillar. He knew Morrigan was waiting for this very moment, but he still flinched when the demon lunged at him, when its massive frame collided with Morrigan to tumble off the edge. He collected himself far faster than Corypheus, however, and reveled in the shock that flitted briefly over the monster’s face.

“You dare.” Corypheus growled, and launched his assault.

Corypheus was powerful, there was no question. But the long year spent hunting him, his men, fighting hordes of demons, the ventatori, and more than one pissed off dragon had turned his team, his family into an unstoppable force of nature created for this exact moment. Now, on the slopes where it all began, that force was directed towards a solitary target. Corypheus’ delay would be his downfall. Everything, past and present, rested on this moment. So many had already been lost, their souls witnesses to this final struggle, they could not fail.

“Corypheus!” Bastien shouted, gaining ground after him as the last of the demons fell, cresting the stairs to an open platform. “Stop running from me!”

Bastien was struggling, it was hard to focus on his target with dragons clashing and mountains floating over his head. His charge skidded to a halt, his feet feeling as though he was glued to the stone. There was no edge, one solid blast and he could easily end up in a free fall.

“Hey Rosie, remember when I said the craziest shit happens to you?” Varric shouted, snapping focus away from the floating mountains, “This is what I was talking about!”

Bastien snorted. Varric had an excellent point, this was some crazy shit. As if on cue, Morrigan and the archdemon dove low overhead, causing everyone, including Corypheus, to crouch and cover their heads before rocketing towards the breach. When she’d gained enough height, Morrigan turned and slammed hard into the archdemon, trying to tackle him to the ground, but at the last second the demon twisted, and in a cloud of dust, Morrigan hit first.

“Morrigan!” Bastien shouted, skidding on his heel towards her. He knew Corypheus wouldn’t leave until this was finished, he wouldn’t have gone to all the effort to lure them here if he planned to just run away. He had to ensure the archdemon was dead first, then Corypheus would be alone with no hope of regenerating.

As he landed, the archdemon shakily stood. Morrigan had done considerable damage, and the hulking frame of the demon shook with the effort to stand. Blood spattered the ground beneath it as it stumbled forward, barely missing Morrigan. When the dragon leapt towards them, Bastien dove, catching Morrigan as he raced toward the edge, tucking her against the wall before charging forward once more. With the full force of the inner circle throwing their all into taking the monster down, it didn’t take long before the dragon began to fall, its final roar cut short when Bastien leapt onto its back and plunged his sword to the hilt in the demon’s skull. Bastien rolled his neck out, shook his shoulders and readied his shield, determination apparent on his features despite the blood trailing from his brow. He wasn’t about to let Corypheus get away.

Wrenching his sword free, he stopped briefly to check on his companions. Some had already rushed to assist Morrigan, the rest were near collapsing. They were all exhausted. First the hastened travel, then Corypheus, then his dragon? It was no wonder half of them struggled to stand. Dorian downed two lyrium potions, but still looked overly drained, leaning too heavily on his staff. He watched the energy leave the demon to be resorbed and felt himself snarl when Corypheus shouted down at him.

“Let it end here! Let the skies boil! Let the world be rent asunder!” His voice faded as he turned, moving closer to the breach.

Bastien dug in his heels and ran hard. He knew he should be exhausted, but the mark was feeding him power from the fade. He should be terrified, he should resist it, but he’d sworn this would be the end of it. If that meant the mark would devour him, then so be it.

He’d gained the stairs and was halfway up when the ground lurched once more, breaking away from the larger piece and, more importantly, separating him from his companions. He froze mid-step, turning to watch as they began to shrink away. He raced back to the base of the stairs and locked eyes with Dorian, saw the panic on his features. He swallowed hard and smiled at him. They both knew this could be the end, and he would take solace in the fact that Dorian, his Amatus, would survive.

He didn’t speak, there was nothing he could say. The moment stretched between them, a million unsaid words, countless unshared moments, the possibility that this could be it hung in the air. Bastien barely resisted the urge to leap back down, fairly certain he would survive the now fifty-foot drop. He inclined his head to Dorian and turned, racing back up the stairs before he could give in. He couldn’t let Corypheus get away, no matter what it cost him. He would avenge his brother and create a world safe for the man he loved. That would be his legacy.

He dropped the few feet to what seemed to be the final arena. They sat just beneath the ever-growing breach, his mark sparking wildly, pouring energy into him as Corypheus forced it to expand.

“Now you have come.” Corypheus roared, energy cracking wildly around him to collide with several stones, shattering them to a million pieces near Bastien’s feet, “I will tear out your beating heart and the world shall see its strongest fall!”

Bastien twirled his sword in his hand and pointed it at Corypheus, “You will not have this world. Even if I fall, more will rise in my place.” He cut through the air with his sword, green energy radiating off his frame as power continued to pour into him, “I am one face among millions, one soldier for our freedom and we will not sit by quietly. I carry their hopes, their fears on my shoulders and I will not fail them! I will see you dead by my hand!”

He raised his shield and charged, exploding forward in a blur. Corypheus’ claws glanced off the edge of his shield, barely deflecting him in time though his sword caught on a rib. As he passed, a few found purchase in his shoulder, catching to toss him towards a nearby pillar, but the throw was weak and he rolled back to his feet with nothing but gouges in his shoulder. The several smaller altercations had left Corypheus weakened, while the breach he insisted on strengthening continued to feed Bastien with more and more power. He knew his eyes were glowing green, he could see his skin glowing beneath the armor. He flicked the blood from his sword, one good hit and this would be over.

Bracing his shield against his shoulder, he barreled forward. Corypheus raised his hand and a beam of superheated energy slammed into his shield, pushing him back several feet before he regained traction. Slowly, Bastien pushed his way forward, closing the distance until he was close enough to sink his sword into Corypheus’ side. The steel tore through his withered flesh, breaking through the crystals until it sank to the hilt. With a twist of his arm, he ripped the blade free, leaving a massive gash in its wake. With a howl, the monster launched away from him, a blood-soaked hand clenched to his side. He gripped the orb, calling upon gods long dead to aid him as he slunk away.

The mark flared, its energy warm and encouraging. It was trying to help him once more, to give him some direction that would save his life just as it had in the Western Approach. He dropped his shield and obeyed, reaching his hand forward and the orb rocketed towards him, slamming into Corypheus’ face in its haste to obey.

For a moment, everything fell silent. The only visible motion the orb itself, spinning lazily in his hand. He felt the power radiating from the object and into the mark, into him as the whispers from a lost age floated in the back of his mind. He knew what to do, the voices were all whispering it.

He held the orb high over his head, pulsing green light radiating around him before exploding upward, slamming into the breach hard enough to push the platform down several feet. The ground cracked beneath his boots but he stood firm, the orb emptying itself into the breach. The world fell silent as the energy subsided, the orb falling uselessly to the ground. Bastien turned his attention to Corypheus, who sat kneeling, weak and winded with his power source gone.

“No…not like this.” Corypheus shook his massive head, reaching towards Bastien, “I have walked the halls of the Golden City… Crossed the ages…”

Bastien slapped away Corypheus’ outstretched hand, pressing his marked palm against the monster’s forehead.

“You wanted into the fade?” Bastien growled, opening his mark and letting the excess energy pour into Corypheus’ skull. He watched as the energy ignited within, wrenching Corypheus’ head back as his eyes began to glow sickly green before disintegrating. He stepped back as the body twitched and broke, crumbling in on itself before burning to ash, only to be sucked away and into the fade, screams echoing against the temple walls.

Bastien didn’t have the chance to catch his breath, to enjoy his victory before the sky came crashing down. He tried to run, to avoid the falling boulders, but with the breach settled and the mark no longer feeding him, his energy began to wane. He barely managed to avoid the massive boulder, but the shock sent him reeling. When he finally came to, the dust had begun to settle. He didn’t dare move for several heartbeats, not quite believing he was alive. He did a mental check, moving small parts here and there before eventually sitting up, shocked he was not only alive, but in one piece and relatively unharmed. He stood shakily and looked around the ruins. He was still alone. Had anyone else made it?

A shift behind him had him spinning on his heel, half expecting to see Corypheus standing there once more, but it was just Solas. He sighed and smiled, stopping short when he saw the clear distress on Solas’ features upon seeing the shattered orb.

“I’m sorry it couldn’t be saved.” Bastien braced a hand on Solas’ shoulder, gripping it firmly as he knelt, lifting one of the larger pieces himself. So much chaos caused by such a small object.

Solas shook his head, “So much has been lost.”

“BASTIEN!” Dorian’s voice cracked through the area, desperate and broken as it echoed off the remaining walls. He was alive. Bastien didn’t look back, rocks and dust flying up behind him as he raced toward the voice, rounding the corner to see most of his companions at the base of the stairs. Dorian was at the front, eyes wide and frantic, stilling when they met his. For a moment, neither dared move. But it wasn’t long before Bastien raced down the stairs and lifted Dorian into his arms.

Dorian, for once, didn’t complain. He wrapped his arms tightly around Bastien’s neck, burying his face against his sweat and blood-soaked hair. Bastien buried his face into Dorian’s neck, and for a long while neither dared to move. Dorian had been so terrified, watching Bastien race off alone. If he hadn’t been so damn tired he would have been able to keep up, able to be by his side for the final battle. But none of that mattered now, he had to keep reminding himself of that. Bastien was here. He was in his arms, he was safe and healthy enough to lift him and spin him around and Dorian couldn’t be happier.

“Wassat?” Sera asked, pulling something from Bastien’s hand. He’d forgotten he was holding a piece of the orb and he smiled, lowering Dorian to the ground but not releasing him. Dorian’s arms remained around his neck, Bastien’s arm holding him tightly to his side as he held the shattered bit out towards Sera.

“Whats left of the orb.” Sera lurched back, and Bastien grinned. “Don’t worry, all the magic is gone, it’s just a relic now.”

“Its actually over? Corypheus is slain?” Cassandra stepped forward, wringing her hands, and Bastien smiled.

“Yes. It’s over.” He pressed a kiss to Dorian’s temple and he let go, reaching for his hand instead.

“And the sky is healed, healthy…whole. There’s just that left to remember.” Cole smiled, peering from beneath his hat to a sky lit with a swirling aurora. For a long while, everyone stood silent, letting the victory sink in. So much had crested to this moment, so much had been lost and gained to allow them to see this day. Bastien smiled and pulled Dorian close once more.

“What do we do now, boss?” Bull asked, sounding more unsure than he’d ever heard him.

Bastien grinned at them all, his family, his friends, they had all survived. His brothers, his sister, all the lives that had been taken by Corypheus had been avenged, the world could finally begin to heal. And so could he. He gripped Dorian’s hand.

“We go home.”

#stumbling #dorian pavus #bastien trevelyan #dragon age inquisition #dai #corypheus #doom upon all the world

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Me: *so tired my eyes hurt and I’m struggling to keep them open*

Brain: hoe don’t do it

Me: *clicks*

Brain: oh my god

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Tagged by: @sakurabunnie (<3 <3 <3)

NAME: Bastien Hector Trevelyan AGE: 24 SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Unsure (potentially Bi-sexual) PROFESSION: Inquisitor, artist

- PHYSICAL -

BODY TYPE: Broad and muscular, narrow waist, lanky but toned limbs EYES: Rich green with gold flecks at the center SKIN: Tanned bronze with a few freckles, easy to blush HEIGHT: 6′3″ WEIGHT: 180 lbs

- SKILLS -

STRENGTH: 9/10 SPEED: 7/10 MAGIC: 0/10

- LIKES -

COLOURS: Oranges, reds, greens SMELLS: Oakmoss, petrichor, woods, mosses, mints, horses FOOD: Literally anything, slight preference towards things with apples or peaches. FRUITS: Apples, peaches, pears, mulberries DRINKS: Ciders, hot chocolate, tea ALCOHOLIC DRINKS: Fruity meads FAVOURITES: Sketchbooks and any supplies related to them, the journal Jean gave him, any animal, naps in the sun

- OTHERS -

SMOKE: Never DRUGS: His middle siblings pranked him with some (slipped in his food), nothing voluntary DRIVERS LICENSE: Natural on horses, anxious but capable on harts and nugs, won't go near dracolisks

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#dragon age inquisition #bastien trevelyan #stumbling

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Chapter 69 - Before the End

(kidna bummed this isn't a sex chapter... oh well! Thanks Harvey for locking me in my house all day to write! I will try and get another chapter out this week - weather permitting!)

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8129126/chapters/26930682

A door below slammed, echoing up the hall into the rotunda, startling Dorian and the crows at once. Dorian set his book down in his chair as he moved to investigate the thunder of feet racing up the steps. He was almost concerned until he saw the looks on Bastien’s face when he crested the steps.

“What in Andraste’s name is going on with you?” Dorian couldn’t help but laugh as Bastien skirted behind him, gripping him hard by the hips and using him as a shield. The man was positively glowing, his face flushed and split wide with that immensely charming grin, eyes bright and glinting with mischief, he looked years younger and much lighter. He wanted to turn and kiss the man right then but the clack of heels storming up the stairs meant his pursuer was close at hand. He was more than a bit startled to see Josephine as the aggressor. Her presence wasn’t the startling part, it was the deadly scowl on her face. Well, that and the soaking wet, disheveled state of her. He lifted his arm to peer at Bastien’s partially hidden face at his waist, “I assume you are responsible for this”

“Sera helped.”

“Of course she did.” Dorian murmured, turning back towards Josephine, planting his most endearing smile on his face. “Josephine! How lovely of you to stop by.”

“I would like a private word with the Lord Inquisitor, Master Pavus, if you please.” Her tone was the sharpest he’d ever heard, but he only smiled all the wider.

“Whatever for?” She made a grand sweeping gesture over her frame. “Ah, surely a simple misunderstanding.”

“Tell that to the Duke de Chevre! It took me several minutes to get the bucket from his head!” Josephine shouted, then covered her mouth at her outburst, clearing her throat as she straightened out her tunic. “Honestly, Inquisitor, I never thought you would stoop to Sera’s level.”

In the rafters above, a laugh permeated the rotunda, echoing warmly off its walls.

“I don’t believe you!” A woman’s voice whispered just loud enough to hear from a nearby alcove.

“I swear it’s true! I saw her chasing him afterward!” A man replied, his laugh much louder, “I guess he knows how to cheer his people up after all.”

Josephine glowered at the comments but Dorian jumped at the opportunity to defuse her and spare Bastien all at once.

“See? He only did it to improve the morale of Skyhold, it was nothing personal, Lady Josephine. I’m certain he is sorry the Duke de Chevre was caught in the crossfire, but everyone was in dire need of a laugh, don’t you agree?”

Josie sighed, murmuring ‘very well’ as she turned to depart. Bastien didn’t remove himself from his hiding place until they could no longer hear the clack of her heels on the stone steps. As he righted himself, Dorian turned to face him.

“Thank you, Dorian.” Bastien smiled, the grin not even remotely close to fading from his features.

“I didn’t do it for free.” He murmured, and Bastien’s grin faltered briefly, the already rosy tint to his cheeks growing deeper.

“Oh.” Bastien murmured as Dorian leaned in and angled his lips to stop just shy of Bastien’s, leaving it up to him to close the distance.

They didn’t touch, but the space between them was magnetic, pulling them forward to close the small distance. Neither moved for several breaths, reveling in the proximity and warm sensations it brought washing over their skin. Very slowly, Bastien moved forward, closing the space between them, brushing his lips softly over Dorian’s. The delicate contact sent a chill racing down his spine. It was the most tender kiss they’d ever shared, but the fire it stoked between them burned no less bright. Dorian sighed and leaned in, deepening the kiss with his weight as he pressed himself fully against Bastien, his arm hooking around the back of his head to pull him in closer.

He felt Bastien’s lips curl against his, and a strong arm circle around his waist to pull them firmly together. The kiss was almost lazy, comforting in a way, soft and familiar, as if they’d done this a thousand times. Now that Dorian thought about it, it was entirely possible. Bastien made a habit of stealing quick kisses from him any time their paths crossed. When he was on his way to a meeting with his advisors and Dorian was in the dining hall, he would lean around the chair and, regardless of whether Dorian’s mouth was full or he was in the middle of speaking, he would plant a kiss on the man’s mouth. Or if he was on his way to meet with Leliana and Bastien would steal away into his alcove and pin him to the bookshelf. Those were his favorite.

Slowly, Bastien pulled away, his arms sliding from Dorian’s waist.

“I suppose that will do.” Dorian sighed, grinning at Bastien as he pulled away from the embrace, “For now.”

Bastien laughed and planted a gentle kiss to his forehead, “I love you, Amatus.”

Dorian watched his back as he made his way back down the stairs.

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Bastien felt the revelry shift to anxiety as he poured over the maps with his advisors. Josephine had forgiven him, even though Cullen and Leliana had both laughed when she told them about it. But the moment had since passed, and each sat in a grim silence, trying to see through Corypheus’ eyes.

“Well, aren’t you a lively bunch.” Morrigan murmured as she sauntered back into the war room to lean against the table.

“Lady Morrigan.” Bastien greeted half-heartedly. He’d originally been intrigued by the woman, but lately her presence was grating. After her behavior at the temple, and again in the fade, he didn’t trust her, yet he would have no choice but to. She was the only one strong enough to take on Corypheus’ dragon, and so long as his dragon survived, so did he.

“I take it the scouts have not reported anything of note?” Morrigan sighed, her gaze flicking to Leliana, almost in a challenge. He knew the two had history from the first blight, and apparently it wasn’t too amiable.

“We know that Corypheus and his forces are on the retreat, we have taken a few deserters under close watch, but they do not seem to know his plans either.” Leliana picked up her latest missive and sighed, “So no, nothing new.”

The scouts had been working overtime, and despite the Inquisitions best efforts to keep them comfortable, they were in desperate need of rest. Bastien sighed and braced his hands on the table, looking at the mass of scout markers littering its surface.

“Leliana, pull back some of our scouts. I want them rotating duty, a week of patrol, a week of rest. I don’t want us losing people when we can avoid it.” Leliana seemed hesitant to agree at first, but sighed and consented, writing a quick note to Harding. “Cullen, how are our troops?”

“Ready for anything, Inquisitor. There are a few stationed here,” He pointed to an area on the map, “And here. They are on a relatively routine patrol between our established camps. Aside from the few we have sent out on more targeted missions, they are maintaining their training regiments at our established camps and getting rest, as you ordered.”

Bastien nodded. It wouldn’t do to find Corypheus and not have the strength to take him on. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. They needed to take Corypheus down before he could recover his troops, but they couldn’t do that if they didn’t have a location. They were stuck, they needed some kind of sign, some direction, at this point, he would take anything.

“What about the deep roads?” Josephine piped up, and it was an ingenious plan. If they suspected the dragon to be an archdemon, then it would make sense. Bastien opened his mouth in reply, only to cry out.

The world was swathed in an all too familiar green light, the mark in his palm flared painfully, radiating up his arm. He stared down at the green flames dancing along his palm, pulling towards the windows. He looked up and out, the others following suit, and his heart sank. The Breach was open. The Breach he had nearly died to close was open once more.

“Corypheus.” Bastien growled, turning on his heel. He’d had it. He was sick of waiting, sick of running. This ended now.

“Where are you going?” Cullen shouted, and Bastien stopped a moment, turning to face them.

“If I don’t close that Breach again it will swallow everything up, it may open new rifts, flood the area with more demons. I can’t let that happen.” He shook his head, “Corypheus is the only one with the power to do this, if we go to the breach, we find him.”

“Inquisitor, we must ready the troops.” Cullen shook his head, “You cannot charge into this alone and-“

“That will take time that we do not have.” Leliana answered with a sigh, she no doubt had the same realization in Bastien.

“We can’t afford to wait, I will face him alone if I must.”

“Like hell you will.” He heard Cassandra scoff behind him and turned to see his friends lined up, looking down at him and blocking the door. Dorian stood at the front, staff in hand. He likely felt the sudden surge of magic when the breach reopened. Cassandra stepped forward, each of them was already armed and ready. “We are all coming with you.”

As much as he wanted to refuse, to keep them safe and tucked away in Skyhold, he would need the help. He smiled.

“Let’s end this.”

#dorian pavus #bastien trevelyan #stumbling #dragon age inquisition #dai #josephine montilyet

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Y'all. Seriously.

Character: so what’s our next move? Me, the writer, six coffees deep into an existential crisis: I don’t know, what is your next fucking move?

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@somik Id love if you drew Bastien!!!

OC requests time!

I wanna do few quick doodles ‘v’

Bring me your kids!

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Chapter 68 - Some Like it Rough (NSFW)

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8129126/chapters/26341623

(For the record, @sakurabunnie this was the chapter I was talking about.)

The walk to Bastien's loft felt like it took an eternity. Their interlaced fingers the only connection between them left from their heated exchange. Dorian craved Bastien’s skin, his coarse palms gripping his wrists and holding him still, the rough wood against his back. Had that bastard not interrupted he would have delighted in Bastien taking him there against the wall. Bastien was still covered in a blush, his grip still firm on his hand, his step still determined. He supposed he could forgive Bull, provided Bastien continued the way he had in the Tavern. If he didn’t, or if Maker forbid Bastien didn’t want to continue at all, he would leave so many traps in Bull’s room. He’d saw the leg on Bull’s chair so it would break when he sat down, he’d dump all of his favorite booze. He was still contemplating how to avenge himself when they finally reached the loft.

Bastien didn’t hesitate, the moment the door was closed he pinned Dorian against it, locking it behind his back. He didn’t want any more interruptions, he wanted to lose himself in Dorian, in the taste of him, the feel of him, his scent and his sounds, all of it wrapped around him and pulled him back to the same desperate frenzy he’d felt before. His kiss was desperate, teeth clacking when he angled his head to delve deeper into that inviting warmth. It wasn’t enough. His hands roved over his shirtless frame, fingertips lingering to tease along his neck, his chest, to tug at a nipple before raking down his stomach, gripping the hem of his pants to pull their hips flush. Yet still, it was not enough. Wedging his hand beneath Dorian’s breeches, he filled his palm with his backside, gripping firmly and forcing him closer. Dorian’s perfect backside, soft and supple, gave Bastien a strange urge to sink his teeth into it. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along Dorian’s jaw, down his neck, tongue laving the rapid pulse point. He was drunk on Dorian and it felt incredible.

Dorian’s mind was deliciously blank, his breeches insufferably tight. Bastien’s teeth raked against his flesh, biting down before sucking hard. He knew his skin would be covered in love bites tomorrow and he very much looked forward to it. The hand resting at his waist shifted to delve into his hair, the hand firmly gripping his backside moved to grab his leg, hiking his knee up to rest against Bastien’s hip, pressing their shafts firmly together with such delicious friction Dorian couldn’t help but cry out. Bastien was being so wonderfully rough with him, and after so much suppressed need he was already on the verge of overflowing. Bastien dropped his leg then, reaching down and lifting him from the ground and depositing him on the stairs. Dorian assumed that, had he been at full health, he would have hauled him up and dropped him onto the bed. A quick glance over his shoulder and he almost needed him to. The look in Bastien’s eyes was feral, his pupils blown wide, his posture predatory, like he wanted nothing more than to devour Dorian.

They barely crested the stairs before he was on him again, fingers fumbling at his laces as he walked them forward stopping once they stood before the fire, right in the center of the lush carpet. Once Dorian’s laces were undone, Bastien tugged at the hem, gently relieving the pressure from his groin as he pushed them down to his knees, tongue laving kisses along his chest and abdomen as he moved. Kneeling before him, Bastien helped him step out of his clothes before tossing them aside. Dorian had expected him to stand back up, but instead he felt those coarse whiskers brush along his thigh, those warm lips move to kiss their way up to the crest of his hip before following the line of muscle to the hem of his underclothes.

Dorian didn’t even dare to hope. He’d never asked it of Bastien, and though he’d moved to attempt it on a few occasions, his bashfulness would always take over and he’d regress to his adorable stammering self. But that hesitation was nowhere to be seen when Bastien looked up, held his gaze as his open mouth pressed against him through his satin underthings. Dorian lurched forward, a hand flying to his mouth to muffle the strangled cry as the other flew to Bastien’s shoulder to hold himself up. Bastien’s hands curled around his hips, supporting him as his tongue dipped lower, leaving a cooling trail in its wake. Dorian shuddered and felt his knees buckle, and he felt Bastien laugh.

He helped Dorian slowly lower himself to the floor, leaning forward to brand him with another searing kiss, pinning his arms over his head. With a deliberate look weighted with the order, he moved back down. Bastien knew that if he let himself back out now, he would never get the courage to try this again. Not unless he was very, very drunk. Hooking his fingers beneath the fabric, he slowly pulled them down his hips, letting the cool silk trail down until Dorian sighed, twitching against his stomach. The sight was so lewd, he felt his shy side trying to take over. Before it had the chance, he moved forward, tracing his tongue in one long motion from the base to the tip.

Bastien’s lips moved slowly to cover the head and Dorian suddenly forgot how to breathe, nearly disobeyed the silent command to leave his hands over his head. Bastien’s tongue swirled around the underside before flicking against the tip, trying to mimic what Dorian had done for him. He tried biting his lip, but the moans still tumbled forth, seeming to fuel Bastien forward, his gestures gaining more confidence and becoming oh so much sweeter.

Bastien’s hand reached down, undoing his own laces to try and find even the slightest relief. The front of his breeches already stained and damp, and the cool air that kissed his skin when he finally pulled himself free was an incredible relief. Bull’s advice tugged in the back of his mind, but Bastien wasn’t quite sure he would be able to do it, just thinking about it made him blush. Then again, he didn’t think Dorian would hate him for trying, and he very much wanted to sink his teeth into that perfect backside. With that final thought, Bastien made up his mind.

Dorian’s world spun. One moment he was nearing climax with Bastien’s lips and the next he was flat on his chest, his hips hiked up and ass in the air, his arms pinned behind his back by one of Bastien’s coarse palms, the other kneading the flesh of his backside. Before he had the chance to think what may be about to happen, Bastien’s tongue slid over his entrance. His hips bucked forward, and, unable to cover his mouth, his cry echoed in the room while pleasure radiated up his spine, down his legs, to the tip of his knob as it began to drip onto the carpet as Bastien consumed him.

Bastien wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up. Dorian was mewling and writhing, hips bucking back against Bastien's tongue as pleas poured from his lips. Dorian was begging for him, his tone desperate, so impossibly sweet and it was nearly his undoing. With one final firm bite to Dorian’s perfect ass, Bastien stood, quickly making his way to the nightstand where they kept a vial of slick. When he turned back, Dorian hadn’t moved, but he was watching him, gaze half lidded, mouth open as his breath shuddered out, arms still pinned by an imaginary hand, hips moving of their own will as he desperately sought release.

Dorian watched him freeze in his tracks, eyes roving over him, but he couldn’t be more aroused. He was exposed and splayed out before his lover, the only way he could be happier would be if his lover would stop staring, cross the room, and fuck him already. He didn’t know where Bastien had gotten the idea, and he didn’t want to know, but it was one of his favorite things and nothing turned him on faster. Bastien finally began to move closer, slick dripping on the carpet as he poured it into a shaky hand, covering himself with it as he knelt behind him once more. He felt cool fingers rub against him, felt them begin to pull and stretch inside of him, eagerly pushing back to feel more. He felt Bastien rubbing against him, slowly pushing inside, hand grasping his wrists and his hips until they were flush together, until Bastien was finally inside of him. Before Dorian fully adjusted, Bastien began pistoning his hips, slamming into him hard enough to push his face into the carpet, muffling his moans.

Bastien pulled out completely, flipping Dorian onto his back, gripping him behind the knees before pushing back into him. He wasn’t usually this rough with Dorian, wasn’t usually this bold, but he needed to prove to Dorian that he was strong, that he was alive and healthy, that he had recovered. At least, that was how it started, it had since degraded into the wonderful act of trying to tear as many moans from Dorian’s lips as he could. He felt Dorian arch, felt him clench down, saw the moment of ecstasy pass over his features as he began to spill, Bastien’s hand helping to milk out as much pleasure as possible, releasing to return to Dorian’s knee, pushing them forward as he hammered out his own release.

Dorian ached all over. He felt the course burn of the carpet against his back and chest, the pain in his shoulders and arms still pinned behind him, the stretch in his knees, he dull ache between his legs as Bastien slipped out of him. But he couldn’t really find the energy to care. His bones felt like liquid and he sank into his bliss after being so thoroughly and deliciously fucked. He knew he was smiling when he heard Bastien’s soft laugh.

“I was worried.” Dorian felt the whiskers brush his cheek as Bastien kissed behind his ear. “I thought I might have been too rough.”

Dorian couldn’t even find the words. He merely shook his head mutely and sighed. Bastien lifted his shoulders then, moving his arms to a more relaxed position, gently rubbing the life back into them. Only then did Dorian notice the smell of embrium in the room. His eyes lazily searched before settling on the large bronze tub, somehow still steaming, before the far window. Finally sitting up, he reached out of Bastien, cupping the back of his head as they shared a long, lazy kiss.

“That was…” Dorian laughed, shaking his head and smirked. “Almost worth the wait.”

“Almost?” Bastien laughed, pushing his fingers through Dorian’s hair, “It sounded pretty worth it on my end, Amatus.”

“Well, the ending could use a little more.” Dorian fought the blush as he remembered how vocal he had been. “A bath, perhaps?”

“Perhaps.” Bastien grinned, and Dorian’s heart skipped at the raw affection on his features. Bastien stood, taking Dorian with him towards the warm water. When the bath began to run cold, and Dorian had begun to drift off in his arms, they dried and snuggled beneath the thick blankets of his oversized bed. Dorian fell asleep immediately, but Bastien, though delightfully relaxed, couldn’t stop his mind from wandering. Cullen was safely back, he might have discovered another sibling, Dorian wrapped tightly in his arms and sleeping peacefully. Everything should be right in him, he should be at peace. But one thought, nagging at the back of his mind since the Arbor Wilds, reared its ugly head in his moment of bliss.

Where was Corypheus?

They’d heard nothing since the wilds, despite the flood of intel they gathered on a regular basis. What were they missing? He must have worried too loud, because Dorian began to stir, eyes unfocused and half asleep. Bastien smiled and Dorian snuggled in closer.

“What is the matter, Amatus? You seem…distraught.”

Bastien’s hand came up to idly toy with his hair. “Corypheus’ silence concerns me. He must make another move, I just hope we are ready when the time comes.”

“You’ve done all you can, I’m sure we’ll be just fine.” Dorian yawned.

“Alright. But if this goes sideways I will be certain to use my last breath to remind you of those words.” He laughed and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the bridge of Dorian’s nose.

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