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Tav is consumed by the overwhelming urge of wanting to touch Enver too until he shatters beneath his fingers and for once, that urge is entirely his own.
"Let me-" he starts and immediately gets to work on pushing Enver’s heavy coat off his shoulders.
"No," he says firmly, grabbing Tav’s wrist and placing the hand back at his waist instead. "I"m more than happy to let you reciprocate later, but right now, this is about you. Let me give it to you the way I know you like it, alright?"
Tav falters for a moment when inky eyes peer up at him from beneath dark lashes. That look - it fans the flames of his burning arousal anew and he tries to steady his breathing.
"I thought you didn’t want to bed me here?" He means to ask, but it comes out as a mere whine as he feels Enver opening his pants with incredibly quick fingers.
"Please, this is hardly even foreplay."
Tav doesn’t know what else to say after that.
Enver finally shows him some amount of mercy and pulls his pants loose just enough to free his cock.
"You are dripping," Enver states, voice dropping deliciously low.
Tav is about to snap. "And the sky is blue."
"Bane help me," the other man groans before he wraps his hand around Tav’s cock tightly - tighter than Tav is sure most people would prefer, but he just so happens to love.
If he hadn’t been sure about Enver truly knowing him, he would be now.
The man runs a thumb over the tip of Tav’s cock, spreading the wetness all over until every stroke feels heavenly and the slick sounds mix with the ones of their panting breaths.
Then, Enver slips his other hand underneath Tav’s shirt, tracing over strained abs and burning skin. The ornate steel feels absolutely delicious on Tav’s stomach, and when Enver runs the tip of a talon over his nipple, he arches against the man with a sharp moan.
"Fucking hells, oh- fuck me," Tav moans, unable to hold back the string of curses that spill out of him. "Fucking menace."
Enver laughs against Tav’s lips after he presses a kiss to them and rolls the nipple between his fingers, a gentle action made perfectly harsh by unforgiving steel. "That mouth on you."
"Maybe if you’d let me suck your cock like I wanted to I"d shut up."
"Wicked little Bhaalspawn. Are you really that desperate?" Enver grins lightly, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest betrays him immediately. He is very much affected by this - and Tav relishes in it.
Oh, he is. "Tell me, how was I? Did I make you scream for me?" He asks, because there is nothing he needs to see more than the man’s composure slip right into his hands.
"You did, my dear, but that was certainly nothing compared to the sound of my name cried from your lips," Enver sighs, as if reminiscing about something so divine it couldn’t be expressed in words alone. "And cry you did. Shall I tell you something?"
Tav nods weakly, entranced by black eyes pinning him under their gaze.
"You were so loud that it was impossible for my guards not to hear. Eventually, word got out on the street - you know what they called you?" Enver leans close to his ear now and gives it a gentle nip with his teeth before continuing. "Lord Gortash"s little whore."
Enver twists his hand around the shaft of Tav’s cock just so and fresh arousal blooms deep in his stomach.
"And let me assure you, you wore that title with pride. You earned it, after all."
Enver had definitely turned this conversation in his favor, but Tav can’t find it in himself to be mad. Instead, he is pretty sure he’s never been this turned on in his life. Whatever the man would ask of him now, he’d do it. Sink to his knees, beg and plead until his voice would go hoarse. Kill, murder. Anyone he desired.
But for now, he seeks the other’s lips out once more and devours them in a hungry kiss. It’s messy, spit-slick and biting, but it’s as close to perfection as Tav had ever been. Soon the taste of iron coats his tongue and he feels a sting on his bottom lip, telling him just where it originates from.
He moans at the taste and bites right back, burying his teeth in Enver’s lip until the man hisses into his mouth.
"Taste us. Taste how good we are are together."
He feels himself unravel even further beneath Enver’s hands at the sentence.
As he sucks the man’s tongue into his mouth greedily, a new memory punches the air right out of his chest.
A muffled groan against Tav’s neck while he throws his head back in ecstasy. Hips roll into him, so deep. Teeth bury themselves into skin just as waves upon waves of pleasure roll over his body, make him see white and then red as he smells and tastes his own blood. Warm traces running down his neck from a pulsing bite. Begging before tongues meet, tasting of iron.
When he comes to, he is reduced to a shuddering mess under Enver’s ministrations, desperately pawing at the man’s chest and digging fingers into his soft waist.
"Come for me," he whispers into Tav’s ear. Then he takes one of the helix piercings between his teeth and pulls, and that does it.
Tav thrusts into the other’s hand a couple more times and then cries out as his climax hits him hard and the world fades into muffled sounds.
Somewhere he hears a string of mumbled you’re doing so well, look at you, coming so beautifully just for me, and it coaxes drawn-out whines from his throat. He muffles them against Enver’s collarbones and drags his nails down his chest roughly, all whilst his hips jerk forward uncontrollably.
"Sh, I got you, love. It’s alright, come back to me," Enver coos and presses a soft kiss to the tip of Tav’s ear.
He continues to pump his hand slowly, working Tav through his orgasm and coaxing out every last drop with the motions. It’s too much and just enough, and the pleasure renders him absolutely weak.
The feeling of coming back down is one of pure bliss, in some ways even richer than the sensation of spilling blood and slitting throats.
"Fuck," is all he manages to choke out after the waves of pleasure slowly subside and he catches his breath.
"Eloquent as always," Enver replies, and licks Tav"s cum from his hand which is still dripping with it.
Tav is sure he comes a second time right then and there.
"Don’t disappear on me again, alright, dearest?" Enver says, his voice sincere and full of something akin to authority. It’s a command more than anything and Tav will gladly obey. "I would find you again. In this life and the next, I always will."
Tav"s addled mind sends him one more memory as he leans against Enver’s chest, head buried in his neck.
It’s still dark as Tav untangles himself from silky sheets and warm arms, the cold room of his temple only illuminated by weakly flickering candles. Dawn hasn’t come yet but he knows it’s time for him to rise - time for him to spill his sister’s blood and end her threat to his reign once and for all.
As he looks down at Enver who is still sleeping soundly, a new surge of bloodlust runs through him. The man’s chest rises and falls in a perfect rhythm, one that Tav’s Father loves and loathes equally as much.
He takes his sharpened daggers from the bedside table and sheathes them, the sound of steel ringing out into the darkness. Enver stirs at that - his sleep light from years of always being on edge.
"Leaving so soon, my Assassin?"
"I must," Tav replies quietly. "Stay for as long as you want."
"This is hardly a destination where one would spend a relaxing day."
"Not a fan of what I did with the place?" Tav asks and gestures to the pile of skulls.
Enver chuckles and rubs his eyes. "More of a fan of what you do with me, no offense to your interior decorating."
"Save your sweet words for later and you might get lucky."
"But of course, my dear," the man responds and shuffles to lie on Tav’s side of the bed. How adorable "Don’t leave me waiting."
"I wouldn’t dream of it," Tav answers. "You would hardly last a day without me."
Enver sighs. "Go, now. Be safe."
Be safe. It’s always the same thing he says.
He looks at deep black eyes one last time before he leaves.
This world would be theirs to command, to paint in lovely shades of dark red.
When he wakes up in a tight pod a while later, an all-consuming darkness is all he feels.
Something in him yearns.
"You did. And now take me back home."
"You’re brooding, my love," Astarion remarked, poking his finger into Leliana’s cheek. The creases in her face were only getting deeper than they already were at age thirty-five but she couldn’t help herself. She felt unworthy of the man laying next to her, not really knowing what he saw in her. He could’ve had everything and instead this was what he ended up with. A bland sub-par sorcerer and a life in the shadows as they hadn’t been successful thus far in finding a solution for day-walking. It’s been a month since they parted ways from everyone at the docks, studying dusty ancient tomes, asking powerful magic artisans for help. Some were willing to assist but for a hefty price which they couldn’t afford.
She hated herself for losing hope so quickly, becoming paranoid Astarion was going to resent her.
She didn’t understand how their relationship came to be in the first place. He was funny, quick-witted, beautiful. She let herself be seduced by all the corny lines because she never experienced anything like that before. Such a man talking to her? Only in her wildest dreams. She took the opportunity despite her deep insecurities and unsurprisingly, being in his arms didn’t erase them. She kept thinking about her gangly limbs, folds, and other things she hated about herself. It was definitely a one-off, she thought as she woke up the next morning. However, it wasn’t. To her surprise, he asked her to join him in his tent later. If this was the way in which to keep him, she didn’t mind, at the same time she was still expecting that surely these escapades would soon end.
On the way to Shadowlands they managed to save enslaved gnomes, which ultimately Astarion didn’t like because of his own prejudices, saying they had their free will to rebel. Unlike him under Cazador. So why should they receive help when they didn’t even ask? Leliana helped them anyway.
Then they came across a very strange fish tribe who were most thankful for Leliana purifying the lake and adjacent area from parasitic mushrooms. The tribe was close to extinction otherwise as their young were dying from the effects of the mushroom poison. The fish kept bowing, mumbling something incongruent. Halsin was doing all the translating and assisting with the work but ultimately the fish tribe thanked her and gave her a piece of kelp. Halsin said it was a token of utmost gratitude. Astarion complained it reeked of fish rot and wanted her to burn it in the campfire once they were out of earshot. He was ridiculous, whiny, selfish, but she couldn’t help being absolutely enamoured by him. He made her laugh and curled around her like a cat at night.
When he told her how for him the sex was just to get her on his side for protection but he fell for her, opening up about his own issues with intimacy, it was a whirlwind of emotions, sadness for what he went through but mostly an immense relief, happiness like no other. She agreed to give him space, accepted they needn’t have to be intimate unless he wanted to. She wasn’t going to push him as for her sex was never important. With these revelations her wild magic was going crazy since then. Lae’zel gave her a proper tongue lashing after she almost turned her into a frog during the fight with the absolute cultists at Moonrise.
"This elven dick is costing you braincells, Leliana! Tsk’va!"
Shadowheart and Karlach were taking the piss out of her for it. Little did they know all Star and her were doing in his tent was kissing or reading books. It was fun times, despite all the elder brain craziness and impending doom happening around them.
She wasn’t thinking how their lives were going to be afterwards, especially after confronting Cazador and stopping the diabolical ritual Astarion was tied to. Reliving those moments in her mind became an ongoing nightmare. The safety the power offered, ability to stay in the sun, to enjoy food. True freedom. More often then not she felt regret for pleading with him not to do it despite knowing there were seven thousand lives at stake who would’ve been sacrificed to the devil.
"How do you not hate me?" she asked. "I’m useless. You wanted the best for us both and I ruined it."
His brows furrowed. "Is this about the ritual?"
"I really miss the stupid tadpole in moments like these," he sighed and gripped her hand. His fingers trailed her knuckles eliciting tiny sparkles of static energy. It always amazed her how gentle he could be. "You stopped me from killing seven thousand innocent people. I did choose you over the power because you believed I don’t need it and you were right even though I occasionally give you shit for it," he added with a smirk. "We’re getting by just fine, darling."
"Astar-," she gasped as his mouth covered hers in a deep kiss, his fangs slightly cutting the insides of her lip. "I love you, you absolutely impossible infuriating woman. Don’t you dare question me or yourself."
"It’s not only the day-walking but your feeding as well, I know my blood is too weak to sustain you. I hate that you have to go hunt."
"Then I have to start feeding you better. No more of those scrawny chickens from the market. I spotted quite a juicy boar last night in the woods." He bared his fangs, giving her the cheeky devilish grin she adored so much. There was something more he wanted to say as his eyes trailed down towards her lap. "You’ve given me plenty when you...well, can I say it out loud?"
She turned beet red, a wave of intense arousal coursing through her remembering the first time they made love when she was bleeding couple weeks ago, her blood all over his deft fingers, his tongue languidly licking and tasting the inside of her thighs. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, she should be disgusted with herself. She didn’t want him to ever feel like his vampirism is what attracted her to him.
"Do not say it," she hissed through gritted teeth and he chuckled, pushing her onto the bed, his erection firm against her groin. Every single cell in her body screamed as he kissed her. Another perfect distraction manoeuvre, another thing he was so annoyingly good at.
"Looking forward to it next month," he mumbled, pressing more kisses down her neck and collarbone. "Now allow me, I’m going to get that boar. Someone is hungry."
She watched him walk out, swallowing a huge lump in her throat. In spite of his assurances Leliana couldn’t get rid of the intrusive thoughts of regret and self-hatred.
When days started to become shorter, they packed their necessities and locked their little cottage on the outskirts of Rivington. Research bore no fruit and they didn’t want to waste more precious time sitting about or begging old crusty arcane arts specialists for a discount. They needed money, and Astarion’s hands were getting stir crazy as it’s been a while since he sank his teeth or dagger into a monster or a bad guy.
Monsters needed killing, bad guys needed punishing, might as well earn something from it.
Unsurprisingly they found trouble in the very first village they walked into after leaving Rivington. Shabby crooked houses nested around a small tavern, the most luxurious building was most likely the mayor’s house on the top of a small hill.
The tavern was full but the mood oddly not as cheery as one would expect. Patrons were staring into their drinks, nobody laughed or spoke out loud. "I smell blood in the air, stale," Astarion remarked quietly as they sat down in the corner on the tiny rickety chairs. "It’s foul."
"Like Araj’s?" Leliana asked alarmingly. Astarion visibly shook. "Gods below, no, but gross nonetheless. I can smell it coming from that creepy man."
"The one at the bar talking to the young woman?" Astarion nodded. The young girl was barely an adult, visibly intoxicated. As the evening progressed she seemed less able to keep her head up. After a while the man dragged her out of the tavern like a puppet. Leliana thought that at least someone from the patrons would react but nobody did as if it was a normal occurrence. Astarion walked up the bar and quickly picked up the half-emptied glass the girl left behind. The liquid was spiked with some herb, Leliana wasn’t sure what kind. "I don’t like it. Let’s go after them," she said.
Astarion’s dagger glinted in the palm of his hand. "Yes, let’s."
They followed the pair under the invisibility spell. The man was heading towards the house on the hill and locked the door after he pulled the young woman inside. They waited a few moments to make sure the man didn’t know they were there. Locked doors of course were no trouble for Astarion. The only issue was he couldn’t get into the house uninvited. "Be careful, darling," he told Leliana.
She refocused her invisibility spell and walked in. She searched through the bottom and upper floor, the rooms were empty. Where did that bastard go? She began looking for any hidden doors or contraptions and found a latch leading to the basement from the kitchen. Upon opening it, she was hit with the stench Astarion mentioned. She couldn’t smell it back in the tavern but now it attacked her like a punch in the face, the smell of blood and rotten meat. Instincts were telling her that the any wasted second could cost the young woman her life.
When she stepped down to the basement, she spotted him leaning over the unconscious body. He was biting into the woman’s thigh as she laid in midst of bloodied body parts and what were most likely human bones. Leliana barely suppressed the reflex to vomit. She quickly immobilised the man with a spell and teleported both him and the woman outside where Astarion was eagerly waiting.
"The asshole was too preoccupied to even notice me. He tried to eat her. There’s a mount of rotting half eaten corpses in his basement," Leliana said. "I have to patch her up, can you watch over him? And you know what, let’s make him squirm a little," she added and ended the holding spell.
"What the hells are you doing?!" The man exclaimed as Astarion grabbed him by the collar. "I’m the mayor, how dare you!"
"I see we interrupted your little midnight snack, didn’t we?" Astarion asked, aiming his dagger at the mayor’s jugular. "How about I give you the taste of your own medicine?"
The man’s eyes darted towards Astarion’s exposed fangs, ready to strike.
"Lay your dog off me, woman, or else!" He screamed. Leliana shot a witch bolt right into his chest, a weaker one but painful nonetheless. She fucking hated anyone insulting Astarion like that. "He’s. Not. A dog!" She hissed.
Astarion smiled at her appreciatively with a hint of promise in his eyes. He liked when she was righteously aggressive. "I wouldn’t try to piss off a lady who can fry your balls off and feed them to the wolves. Or a man who can rip out your throat in an instant."
The mayor’s yelling and snivelling woke the sleeping villagers and all came out of their houses, tavern patrons too. "Step aside, that’s my daughter!" A distraught female voice echoed in the middle of the village square. A woman in her fifties ran towards them and dropped to her knees, cradling the still unconscious daughter in her lap.
"What in the hells is going on?" Someone from the gathered crowd inquired. "Your mayor here has an acquired taste for human meat, it seems. A mount of corpses, you said, love?"
Leliana nodded, tightening the witchbolt still connected to the man’s chest. "He must’ve drugged the girl and then took her to his house to eat her. Quite a few young women must’ve disappeared like this, I assume."
The woman whose daughter they saved spoke up. "Five in last couple of years, but he always blamed the disappearances on wild animals or bandits."