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Though, perhaps it wasn’t unwelcome. Thinking back on his lonesome nights in Waterdeep, he didn’t necessarily allow himself those sorts of pleasures. It was a welcome reprieve– silver lining and all that.
He casts another cup-full of water down his face, using his free hand to wipe off leftover dirt and grime from the prior day of adventuring. He’s at the part of the creek where he can stand, hips dipping just below the water and feet resting on smooth rocks. The water, not as clear as he had wished it was, flowed calmly downstream towards the depths of the forest. He let himself be taken away, as well, using the sound of the flowing water as a means to relax, closing his eyes and breathing deep breaths; to pretend he was still in his comfortable tower in Waterdeep, with Tara and all the books one could ever hope to read. He opened his palms in the water, looking down and seeing the dark blue water flow in between his fingertips, crystalized light fragments dancing and sparkling under the blue light of day.
"After all your complaints last night, I
hope you managed to get enough rest, darling." Astarion teased from the riverbed, hair already perfectly tossed and gear strapped on, ready for the day. Adrenaline spiked, and Gale, embarrassed at the sudden intrusion, tucked himself further into the water, hands poorly covering his chest.
"Ah, Astarion!" He choked out. "A little privacy, maybe?"
"Darling, you are bathing directly in front of the camp. Did you really think that no one would spot you?" Astarion asked, bemusement laid on just a bit too thick to be genuine.
"Yes, well, I suppose I believed everyone to be laid up in bed until... later." He timidly shifted his body to no longer be front facing, and though he knew the water to be dark enough to hide in, he still was left feeling laid bare in front of a man he barely knew. Astarion, however, seemed to be absolutely relishing under Gale’s distress. Astarion’s eyes lingered on the man, and Gale got a creeping sense that he wanted to eat him alive. However, Astarion quickly shifted his attitude and the feeling dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Gale in a stunned sort of silence. A beat passed before Astarion started again.
"For someone as well-studied as you are, I do hope you know that elves needn’t sleep at night. I woke as soon as you put on breakfast." Astarion gave another smile, crossing his arms and putting his weight on one foot. Gale flushed. Was he watching since breakfast, too? Astarion seemed amused at the torture Gale was putting himself under, watching the man shift under the uncomfortable gaze of the vampire.
"Yes, quite. Now, if you’ll excuse me..." Gale, ready to escape this trepid situation and get back to his daydreaming, started downstream, further away from camp. Astarion put out a hand to stop him.
"No need. I’ll see myself out of your
bath," Astarion hums, satiated with the awkward conversation. With a turn of his heel, he escaped merrily back towards the camp. Just as Gale started to settle back into the calmness of the morning, however, Astarion stopped once more, just before the sand met the grass. He turned, gesturing towards the velvet tunic.
"Oh, and I am glad you managed to get that stain out. Seemed a rather
situation." Astarion purred, heading once more to the campfire. Gale felt his heart stir in fluster, eyes shaking in newfound realization that perhaps that cold breeze as he fell asleep wasn’t, in fact, a cold breeze at all. He quickly splashed water on his face in a new buzz of adrenaline, left stumbling over himself as he continued his bath. It was a quick wash after the fact: another splash or two of water, a quick scrub-over with his calloused hands, and he was back on sturdy land, drying himself off with some rags found (or perhaps stolen) from the grove. He strapped on his robes, tied on his boots, and readied himself to face the vampire once more, desperately praying the flush was no longer staining his cheeks.
However, as he hesitantly creeped towards the camp, heart pounding, he found it once again lively with talk gleaming over his breakfast. Well, he hesitated to say
, as a more accurate descriptor found its way to his tongue: dreary, perhaps, like the lasting night of a bad storm, or a market at end of day. Everyone had their lives sucked from them, looking more sickly than they did when they first crashed the nautiloid. Still, he found more confidence as he knew that he no longer had to face the vampire by himself.
"Good morning, everyone!" Gale said in a sing-song tone, causing everyone in the general vicinity to wince.
"Please, Gale," Wyll looked with tired eyes. "A little quieter." A small spike of that old irritation pinned itself in his chest.
"Now you want quiet, hm?" Gale hummed to himself, thinking of making a swift exit, but instead helping himself to another small portion of breakfast– nothing too extravagant, just scrambled eggs and some cooked ham, but enough to hopefully bring his travel group out of their lethargic morning and ready to face the day. Karlach was the first to finish, running off to her camp to dress herself in her armor. Next is Lae’zel, Wyll, Shadowheart... He watched as the last of their companions tread off into their respective camps, and Gale hardly realized until it was too late.
Astarion’s eyes burned into the top of his head, but he refused to look up.
"Well, I suppose I should also get ready for the day!" Gale said too loudly, and Astarion once again dawned a teasing smirk.
"Aren’t you already, darling?" Astarion put a hand out, gesturing lightly at his robes. Astarion’s eyes lingered just a bit too long on his clavicle, his tattooed curse creeping over his neck, and Astarion breathed through his nose as he traced Gale’s lips with his eyes, gazing over his nose, cheeks, and back to his lips before meeting his eyes once more. Gale tried to think of a response, but was not so ready to lie. Trickery did not fall on the wizard easily, so he is left stumbling over the fastest excuse he can think of at the moment.
"I, um... no!" Gale turned on his heel and left before the vampire could ask any more, and thankfully, he didn't even try to follow. He huffed as he entered his tent, quickly untying the frays that keep his tent open, and let the flaps fall, successfully closing himself off from the world.
He does not acknowledge the small warmth he found once again blooming in his abdomen.
" Wyll casted with expert ease, turning himself and releasing Eldrich’s Blast on the goblins. Shadowheart was quick to follow, with a small jump she elevated herself on a storage crate before piercing another goblin with a bow, taking it down with ease. During their party’s battles, Astarion is typically nowhere to be seen. However, Gale did notice the floating, watchful eyes disappear from view, and he could only assume that was the rogue’s doing.
Soon, they had a knife to Minthara, and with a single, precise strike, Astarion slit her throat. The battle is over, and the last of the goblin camp leaders have been killed. The team immediately started their end-battle duties, with Astarion picking the locks around Minthara’s office and Shadowheart healing Wyll of his injuries. Given that Gale was mostly on the sidelines during that battle, he felt contented, if not a little tired, from the day’s events. He decided in that moment to let himself drift away, thinking of what to make for tonight’s dinner. "
Surely, it must be a feast...’
"Boo." Cold breath tickled his neck, and he jolted in response, blood rushing in his ears.
"You must stop doing that, rogue!" Gale choked out, startled. He turned to face the source of the noise, but didn’t spot Astarion anywhere. Now in utter confusion, he turned his head left and right, up and down, and let out a small, "Astarion?"
"Yes, darling?" Astarion leaned heavily on his shoulder, and Gale jutted out another leg and arm to balance himself amidst the sudden change in weight distribution.
"This, this right here!" Gale continued, frustrated. He could feel a vein start to pop out from his neck, which drew the vampire’s attention as he dragged a thin finger masterfully against it, causing Gale’s face to blush further.
"Darling, you must stop worrying so much." Astarion leaned his cheek against Gale’s shoulder, a small smile forming on his face. "You’ll get wrinkles."
"I-!" Gale started, but Astarion was already headed towards Wyll and Shadowheart, a small skip in his step as he did so. The rogue put on a show for Wyll, placing a hand on his shoulder, asking if he was sure he was alright. Shadowheart rolled her eyes, continuing her small chants, fingers glowing a dusky gold and Wyll’s wounds miraculously mending themselves.
That was that, it seemed. Wyll guided the group back to the grove, where upon learning of their victory, decided to host a grand party at their camp to celebrate. Wyll happily agreed, though a look of gloom casting over his eyes made Gale wonder if it was a front. The huge, elven druid was also there at their camp, setting up as they made their way back from the day’s adventures. The dusk arrived all too soon, with the group barely settled in before the hoard of tieflings flooded their quaint camp, making the huge space they picked seem small in comparison to dozens of bodies.
Looks like Gale was not getting well rested tonight, either.
He decided to dress a tad more appropriate for the occasion, tucking himself in his tent and looking over his limited supplies to see if he could find a more suiting shirt for the occasion. He eventually picked out a simple tunic, a bit breezier and more low-cut than he was used to, but so be it! Better than his pajamas, at least (he tries to ignore the small stain still matted to the front). By the time he had placed himself back on the scene, the festivities had already begun. People had found themselves in different groups and cliques, comfortably splitting into smaller pockets of people dispersed evenly through the camp. There was also a fair bit of wine being passed around, though from the looks of it, Gale doubted it would last more than the next hour.
Jumping quickly on the opportunity to drink while he can, he settled on a half-full bottle of unlabeled red, taking a quick swig and savoring the dry, almost earthy flavor. "Great for a pasta sauce..." He mused, muddling his way over to Karlach, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel. It seems it was less of a conversation he butted into, however, and more of an escalated bar fight.
"You, you... you know nothing about, anything at all!" Shadowheart speaks drunkenly, and Gale has a passing question of if she really
a half elf with a tolerance so low.
"Calm yourself, girl, before I give you something to stutter about," Lae’zel threatens, though Gale can’t deny the tension laying in the air. Karlach puts her hands up non-threateningly, trying to diffuse the situation, and Gale carries on, realizing that this fight was not worth losing a celebratory night over. He did not leave without giving Karlach a sympathetic thumbs up, and Karlach smiled gratefully. Perhaps he’ll revisit when he was a little less sober.
That’s when he felt a pair of eyes once again settle on him. Blood red and hungry, he watched Astarion’s gaze bite into his. Gale inspected the rogue, his arm expertly leaned onto Rolan, the other wizard at the camp (if you can even call him a wizard, but Gale digresses), and Astarion gave a sultry smile before he turned back to the light trick being performed, saying something indiscernible with clear suave and sensuality. Gale ignored this, instead deciding to make his way to Wyll, who sat wistfully at the water’s edge. As Wyll told him of his woes, however, he couldn't help but feel the piercing gaze prickle the back of his neck, teasing him even when not speaking with him, thinking of the vampire even when he wasn't there. Gale gave some hollowed words of advice, thinking it best to summon Karlach over instead, as his mind danced to the night prior.
As he left Wyll to his wallowing, he realized that he hadn’t
thinking about the vampire all night, all day, for the past two days. That alone caused him to stop in his tracks, hand plucking the lint from his pocket as he started to ponder. He took another sip of his dry wine, the flush of alcohol blessing his overthinking brain with the calm tides of tipsiness. He wished he could talk to Tara right now, but instead, he settled on making his way back to Karlach and the other two, confidently ignoring the ice-cold stares kissing his neck.
Karlach was now a couple paces back from the two who were neck and neck, hands placed hastily on holsters and violence spewing from their pores.
"Any updates?" Gale asked, and Karlach let out a hardy laugh.
"Oh, they’re definitely fucking tonight." She turned her body towards Gale before continuing. "I think they just have a crush on each other and are too stubborn to admit it." It was now Gale’s turn to laugh, facing the two and watching their vicious tongues curate violent messages, though the tension was now palpable.
"Yes, well, that’s a rather
way to put it, but I suppose you’re not wrong," Gale chuckled. "I wonder if they themselves know it?" 
"I can say for sure that they do not." Karlach rolled her eyes. "After watching these two bicker for the last hour, I can also say for sure that I am in desperate need of a drink." Gale offered his bottle of dry wine, which Karlach took gratefully, taking a big swig before handing it back to the wizard, a few degrees hotter than it was prior. Karlach smiled, and they spoke about the day’s events with lighthearted ease. He drank more, and together, they finished off the bottle far too quickly. Hunting for more, they sat at the campfire and finished another bottle, as well. Gale let himself be taken by Karlach’s easy nature, the drunken daze welcomed amidst the earlier, egregious realization he has yet to face.
But alas, the night was growing weary and Wyll was still at the beach, kicking rocks solemnly towards the water. As much as Gale loved the distraction Karlach gave, he knew of a man who needed her easy nature much more tonight. Pitifully, he points out Wyll’s location to Karlach. He says that Wyll is in need of a friend, and Karlach smiles gently, a small sadness glimmering in her eyes. He wonders then if perhaps he had missed something between the two of them as she shyly makes her way over to the man. However, he had already had far too much to drink, and was now painfully aware of the spinning in his head. In that moment, he knew that thinking about anything deeper than easy conversation would not be happening tonight. Instead, he vowed to let himself be swept up in whatever may come his way.
In a silent moment, he wished that he could be swept up again in his trashy romance novel, as he was the night prior. He gazed longingly into his tent, knowing that he simply couldn’t pull off such a maneuver with so many people around. "
Too many prying eyes,’
he thought wistfully, though he knows that if he spent a little more time thinking about it, perhaps he could find a way...
"Well clearly you’re not the jealous type," Astarion plopped down next to the man, propping his foot up on the log and leaning his arm against his knee. Gale was still lost in his lustful mind, however, and didn’t snap back until he saw the peek of white hair from his peripheral. Once again stuttering over himself, he turned to face the man.
"Ah, Astarion! I hadn’t noticed you." Gale smiled abashedly. Astarion rolled his eyes, a mischievous smile wrinkling his cheeks.
"Darling, noticing me is all you’ve been doing," Astarion teased, his cold hand creeping slightly closer to Gale’s, fingertips brushing against his knuckles. "You don’t truly believe I haven’t noticed your stares." Gale stopped for a moment, cocking his eyebrow in a way only drunk Gale Dekarios can.
He said, with less condescension and more curiosity. "I’ve only ever
your gaze, thank you very much." He added on the last sentence with the brevity of a mouse, timidly staring at the fire, hoping the red blaze could hide the blush dusting his cheeks. Astarion scoffed in a glamorous shock.
"Surely you must be joking, wizard." Red eyes stared into him with even more ferocity, and with liquid courage, Gale met the gaze. He had hoped the stare was as even as he wanted it to be. "You can’t keep your eyes off me. And I certainly don’t blame you." Gale’s warm hand found itself now resting over Astarion’s, sweaty palms meeting the hairless, cold fingers.
"It must be you who jests. You have the look of someone that wants to eat me alive." Gale said, and though he wished he could say he had all the suave of a king, he sounded more like a quivering mouse. Astarion, however, dawned that same look he had before, with cat-like eyes and a hungry gaze. Gale, as much as he felt fear in that moment, felt another shiver run up his spine, hungry for something
. Astarion moved and it was if he was towering above the man, though they were similar heights. A beastly look overtook the otherwise flamboyant vampire, and Gale could only think of how, in that moment, he looked more monster than man. Sharp teeth, red eyes, and
"Perhaps I do." Astarion said, causing Gale to shift back into reality, the toll of wine starting to warp his mind in mysterious ways. His eyes did not falter from Astarion, however, and he knew that, though that moment of monster and man had passed, it was perhaps not entirely fiction.
"You do... what?" Gale croaked, forcing his voice out.
"Want to eat you alive." Astarion licks his bottom lips in a teasing manner, his teeth once again biting through the casing of his mouth, shining in the firelight before being once again tucked away.
"I, um–" Gale’s heart was racing, his hand twitching atop Astarion’s, as the flush deepened on his cheeks. He was so
from Mystra, so completely new, and yet...
Gale of Waterdeep." Astarion read his whole title sarcastically, swiping his hand out from under Gale’s and adjusting his cuff. "I was only joking. Gods, you looked positively
Gale didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t terror he was feeling. Astarion stood, looking just the same as he did before he sat down, and Gale shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the start of unwanted
in his nether regions. Astarion turned and started to walk, playfully smiling back at the man over his shoulder. Gale wished he could say something more, but those red eyes pin him down in his seat.
"And Gale?" Astarion added, turning his shoulder slightly to face him just a tad more. Gale gulped and nodded, not trusting himself to say anything at all.
"Do try and get some sleep tonight, hm?"
The rest of the night faded into an alcoholic blur. Gale remembered seeing Shadowheart and Lae’zel slink off, supposedly to do exactly what Karlach said. He definitely saw Wyll and Karlach cozied up by the beach, close but not touching due to Karlach’s condition, and he was
he saw Astarion dismiss himself from the party with that tiefling wizard, leaving Gale decidedly alone at the camp, with no one in earshot.
Perhaps he should feel a little bit more guilty for what he was preparing to do. But, as he sets himself up on the crate, book in hand and pulse quickening, all he can feel is
He knew it was shameful, and he really hadn’t done this since he was a school boy, but... desperate times. Once again, he let excuses carry him into his dreamy bliss.
"It’s only to help me fall asleep.’
He thought to himself as he snuck his head into the burgundy book.
The son of Sune laid on top of Alaine, white hair falling gently from his head, and he pressed a kiss into the elf woman’s neck.
"Please," She begged, placing a hand on the side of his jaw. "I need you."
"But Alaine," the godly man crossed his eyebrows in concern. "If I start, I don’t know if I can stop."
A shiver ran up Gale’s spine, cock twitching in his hand. His discreteness was gone– already drunk off of alcohol and now lust, he simply removed his trousers for easy access. A shivering breath escaped his lungs as he curled his shoulders inwards from the stimulation. His knees were once again bent, touching together. Gale knew it was a rather shameless position: curled into himself, letting the fast movements of his hand dictate his every move. Another groan, this time louder, and he pressed his forehead into his knees in preparation for his release.
"More..." He hissed, no breath behind his words. His hair was sticking to his cheek from the sweat forming on his hairline, his cheeks flushed with excursion. The book was now tossed to the side, replaced with his imagination. Caresses, kisses, someone telling him when to cum and when not to. His brain once again jumped to the vampire spawn, and this time, he let it, no longer having the reservation that a sober mind would use. The vampire whispering in his ear, telling him that he was doing well, that he was all his. Inching ever close to orgasm, his pace quickened, the noise of his slapping hand and shaking cries no longer being held back. "Please please please..." He begged once more, his voice now completely unstable as his cocked cried with precum. However, as he felt his release almost wash over him, he stopped abruptly.
Perhaps it was the sudden chill he felt, or maybe the fact that his tent was just a little bit brighter, or maybe just blind paranoia, but Gale had the sneaking suspicion that someone was looking straight at him. He tilted his head up, ever so slightly, and saw white hair shining brightly in the moonlight.
"Oh, fuck," Gale straightened his back instinctually, then tucked himself back down realizing that was only exposing him further. He curled his legs together completely, swiping his hand away from his aching cock in attempts to hide what he was doing. Astarion crossed his arms, his face shaded from the lack of light. The only thing Gale could make out were those piercing eyes, looking at him like a meal.
"Don’t let me stop you." Astarion gestured, at least Gale thinks he does, for him to continue. Gale shook his head shamefully, his Adam's apple bobbing in nervousness as he thought of what to say next.
"I-" He croaked, but it was shaky– yet more evidence of what he was doing. Gale pressed his lips together in a line and decided not to continue the sentence. He turned his eyes up further to see that Astarion had already made another step closer, his red eyes shaking in what looked to be hunger, tent flaps closing behind him. In the same motion, Astarion crouched, placing one knee on the ground and a cold hand on Gale’s knee.
No, not cold. Gale’s eyes shot towards the hand that was decidedly luke-warm, the fingertips digging into the very bottom of his thigh, where knee and upper leg met. Perhaps a side effect of drinking blood? Gale’s eyes returned to the vampire’s face and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a trickle of blood run down Astarion’s chin. The vampire’s tongue immediately pushed out through his lips and licked the droplet, savoring the taste. Gale watched it in lustful awe. He then used the hand resting on Gale’s to pry open his naked legs, revealing the wizard’s achingly hard erection. Gale moved to hide it, but Astarion’s free hand moved first, grabbing both his wrists in one motion and holding them to his chest.
They sat there for a moment, like the move before checkmate in a game of lanceboard. Astarion took in the view of Gale, exposed and ashamed, and Gale knew that he could fight back. It would not take much– he was the same strength as the rogue, same build, same size. He could push him aside, slide on his pants, and run out. He could run away.
His heart beat faster as Astarion’s eyes dragged down from his lips, his chin, his neck and collarbone, down the length of his body like a butcher examining a piece of meat. He felt the warmth of his abdomen reach the pit forming in the bottom of his stomach, realizing in a moment of drunken clarity that he was absolutely
this feeling of standing at the edge of the cliff– where the lines of being taken and being eaten were so blurred that the feeling was the same. His heart quickened, and he didn’t know whether it was out of fear or arousal.
"Touch yourself." Astarion spoke lightly, but the demand was so stern there was no room for doubt in Gale’s mind. The vampire loosened his grip and Gale moved his sweaty hand back to his leaking erection, swiping his cock in low, slow movements. Astarion, now on both knees, moved both his hands to Gale’s inner thighs, holding his legs open as wide as possible. His fingertips gripped gently, but he kept his eyes locked onto Gale’s. Gale squirmed uncomfortably, but knew not to look away from the vampire’s gaze. His chest tightened again and he started huffing, using his free hand to cover his mouth, stopping any noise from escaping. Astarion tutted his tongue, moving Gale’s hand away from his wrist. He finally broke eye contact to move his mouth towards the wizard’s ear.
"Let me hear you," Astarion whispered, his breath now warm on Gale’s ear, causing goosebumps to spread down his arms. Astarion’s hair tickled his cheek as he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering over Gale’s neck. He took a deep breath in, pressing a small kiss on his carotid artery, right where the blood flows to his brain. Gale’s breath hitched before he let out a small, shaking whine.
"At the campfire, I thought you were afraid of me, darling," Astarion pulled away, taking Gale’s cheeks with his index finger and thumb. Once again, he towered over the wizard, looking down into his now teary eyes. "And you still are. But that’s turning you on, isn’t it?" Gale nodded enthusiastically, grabbing Astarion’s wrist with his free hand gently, letting his arm hang from it.
"It makes sense. Complete control over you, that’s what you want," Astarion hissed. "I saw you last night, doing exactly this, begging for me," Astarion continues, and Gale lets out a whine that was supposed to be a "yes", but it ended up being completely unintelligible as he reached ever closer to his climax. Astarion wouldn’t have that, though. "Use your words." He commanded.
"Yes! Yes," Gale finally spoke, his voice quivering and muffled in Astarion’s grasp, collapsing his cheeks into themselves making it hard to speak. After a moment, he moved his eyes away, ashamed. Astarion then took his hand off Gale’s cheek, took Gale’s hand that was still swiping wildly on his erection, and moved it away, pressing it onto the forest floor. He then leaned forward, moving his face to be centimeters from Gale’s. The wizard’s breath hitched once more.
"I can smell the fear, you know," Astarion spoke, a small quiver of excitement in his voice. He tucked his head lower, using an open palm to push Gale’s torso back against the crate behind him, pressing a kiss against his collarbone. He moved slowly, stalking downwards, red eyes still connected with Gale’s. "Lust and fear seem to be more connected than one might think," Astarion mused, finger tracing down Gale’s abdomen, stopping right before his erection. Astarion took Gale’s inner thighs once more and spread Gale further, now exposing everything in the light of the moon. Gale instinctually shoved his face away, causing Astarion to squeeze his thighs in irritation.
"Look at me." Astarion spoke, and Gale turned back, slowly and ashamed. "Look at how much your cock cries for me, hm?" Astarion took the base of Gale’s erection and squeezed, stopping him from orgasming. He then took his other hand and wrapped it lightly against the tip, running his thumb over the slit of his cock. Gale shivered once more, a shaky whine escaping his mouth.
"Please," Gale finally gained the courage to speak, dark brown eyes meeting Astarion’s. They widened a bit at the sight: Astarion looked positively predatory. His mouth, slightly ajar, presented his fangs in full view. In Gale’s limited sight, he also noticed that his hair was now sitting wildly on his head, a small speckling of dirt and leaves dusting his pristine white locks. His face, too, was dusted with dirt and what looked to be blood, presumably from his earlier hunt. Gale’s cock twitched again.
"Please, what?" Astarion cocked a brow, though Gale couldn’t notice it in the darkness.
"Please, I need–" Gale pressed his hips upwards, thrusting himself in Astarion’s grasp. He twitched once more, feeling the rush of orgasm almost upon him from the stimulation. Astarion tched and squeezed the base of his cock once more, causing the rush to abruptly end. Gale whined.
"Naughty wizard," The vampire shunned. "You don’t get to cum. Not yet." Astarion smiled a wicked smile. "Not until you tell me what you were thinking about before I was here." Gale’s eyes widened once more, a new wave of shame passing over him. He shook his head, hips jutting forward like an animal in heat, searching for his release. Astarion tightened his grasp on Gale’s length, and the wizard gave in. Taking a deep breath, he started.