Alistair/M!Warden Reluctant slashed Alistair is hot
anonymous
May 23 2010, 00:17:17 UTC
Alistair has never tried anything like this before, let alone with another man. Alistair is initally very reluctant when his best friend (either a human warden or an elf warden no dwarfs please) tries to seduce him (he's not into men right?), but by the end he's really into it.
Re: Alistair/M!Warden Reluctant slashed Alistair is hot
anonymous
May 25 2010, 19:42:01 UTC
Kinda shocked no one's pounced on this one yet. :o I've got something in the works, but it may be another day or two until I wrap it up, if someone else is interested in jumping on this in the meantime...
As yet untitled [1/?]
anonymous
May 26 2010, 20:54:03 UTC
All right, gettin' it in gear. I... am enjoying this setup a bit too much. (The dream Alistair is remembering happened over here.) (Also, captcha = "the gyration". Whoa!)
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Injuries sustained after a nasty battle with a particularly large band of darkspawn had forced the small team -- Devin, Alistair, Morrigan, and Zevran -- to pitch camp early, much to Devin's annoyance. They were supposed to reach Redcliffe quickly, carrying the all-important Sacred Ashes to Arl Eamon before catching up with the others on the way to Orzammar, but this would be half a day of travel time lost. Still, it would be foolish to press on with their two melee fighters injured, so the mage-Warden had reluctantly agreed to find a good location for the night and settle in.
Well, he can afford to be annoyed, Alistair thought irritably, he's not even hurt. The Templar had received nasty wounds to his shield arm and his right leg; fortunately, nothing was broken, but particularly with his arm, even bruises could hamper his ability to fight. Morrigan
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Re: As yet untitled [1/?]
anonymous
May 27 2010, 02:45:51 UTC
OOoOOOoOooo OP here. I'm really looking forward to the rest! It's also really neat that its a sequel to another prompt, it's like having an extra long fic to read! :)
:D Glad you're enjoying it so far! And uh.. I think this one in and of itself is going to be rather long. Not what I set out to do, but I guess I gotta take it slow for Alistair. ;)
Inevitable [2/?]
anonymous
May 27 2010, 19:34:47 UTC
Yeesh, but I do like to rattle on a bit. 8D;; ----------
Maker help me, what is wrong with me? He would have rubbed his face with both hands, but Devin was holding his left elbow and examining the contusion on his upper arm, where his armor had protected him from a vicious axe swipe but had not managed to dissipate the force of the blow.
"Unpleasant," was the mage's only comment before he began applying the poultice. His touch was surprisingly delicate, given his usually brusque manner, but then, Alistair knew by now that Devin's bark was far worse than his bite; there was a good person in there somewhere beneath all the anger, sarcasm and innuendo. He hazarded a quick glance at the mage-Warden's face as the other man began wrapping the treated area. He was focused on his work, making sure that the bandages lay just so; clearly, he had experience doing this, even if he usually left these tasks for the other mages in their group
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Inevitable [3/?]
anonymous
June 1 2010, 17:05:11 UTC
Yeek, sorry this is getting so lengthy. At least they're getting to the good bit? 8Dp ------
Oh, Maker. How do I even-- The Templar could hardly think straight; his thoughts were tripping over each other, just as his words were as he tried to speak out loud. "Er... sorry," he mumbled as he sat up, not looking the other Warden in the eye. "I mean, thanks for the bandaging and all, but sorry for..." What could he even say?
He shifted his leg slightly, moving away from Devin's touch, and reached for his trousers, but a hand intercepted his own, catching his wrist gently. Feeling a hint of panic, Alistair looked up to see Devin right there, leaning over him, too close. He gazed at the Templar for a long moment, and Alistair realized that the mage was giving him a chance to turn away. For that matter, he could easily push Devin aside, gather his things, and leave. He just... wasn't sure he wanted to.
Why? Why can't I just get up and walk away...?
The other Warden smiled slightly, and taking his silence for assent (Isn't it? I
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Inevitable [4/6]
anonymous
June 4 2010, 06:04:03 UTC
omg finally done. Sorry this got so ridiculously long! I blame Alistair. ------------
Devin interrupted his thoughts with another kiss, but their lips met only briefly before the mage turned his attentions elsewhere, moving down Alistair's neck with a series of little bites that made the Templar shiver reflexively. He reached up to slowly push Devin's robes off, but found himself suddenly gripping the other man's shoulders as Devin swirled his tongue around Alistair's left nipple. That felt... strange, but it was nothing compared to the jolt that ran through his body when the mage blew softly on the spot, his breath cool over wet skin. Alistair couldn't hold back a startled "Maker!", and he felt Devin's quiet laugh, a warm exhalation against his chest, as the other man moved to the right to give that side the same treatment
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(The dream Alistair is remembering happened over here.)
(Also, captcha = "the gyration". Whoa!)
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Injuries sustained after a nasty battle with a particularly large band of darkspawn had forced the small team -- Devin, Alistair, Morrigan, and Zevran -- to pitch camp early, much to Devin's annoyance. They were supposed to reach Redcliffe quickly, carrying the all-important Sacred Ashes to Arl Eamon before catching up with the others on the way to Orzammar, but this would be half a day of travel time lost. Still, it would be foolish to press on with their two melee fighters injured, so the mage-Warden had reluctantly agreed to find a good location for the night and settle in.
Well, he can afford to be annoyed, Alistair thought irritably, he's not even hurt. The Templar had received nasty wounds to his shield arm and his right leg; fortunately, nothing was broken, but particularly with his arm, even bruises could hamper his ability to fight. Morrigan ( ... )
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Maker help me, what is wrong with me? He would have rubbed his face with both hands, but Devin was holding his left elbow and examining the contusion on his upper arm, where his armor had protected him from a vicious axe swipe but had not managed to dissipate the force of the blow.
"Unpleasant," was the mage's only comment before he began applying the poultice. His touch was surprisingly delicate, given his usually brusque manner, but then, Alistair knew by now that Devin's bark was far worse than his bite; there was a good person in there somewhere beneath all the anger, sarcasm and innuendo. He hazarded a quick glance at the mage-Warden's face as the other man began wrapping the treated area. He was focused on his work, making sure that the bandages lay just so; clearly, he had experience doing this, even if he usually left these tasks for the other mages in their group ( ... )
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Oh, Maker. How do I even-- The Templar could hardly think straight; his thoughts were tripping over each other, just as his words were as he tried to speak out loud. "Er... sorry," he mumbled as he sat up, not looking the other Warden in the eye. "I mean, thanks for the bandaging and all, but sorry for..." What could he even say?
He shifted his leg slightly, moving away from Devin's touch, and reached for his trousers, but a hand intercepted his own, catching his wrist gently. Feeling a hint of panic, Alistair looked up to see Devin right there, leaning over him, too close. He gazed at the Templar for a long moment, and Alistair realized that the mage was giving him a chance to turn away. For that matter, he could easily push Devin aside, gather his things, and leave. He just... wasn't sure he wanted to.
Why? Why can't I just get up and walk away...?
The other Warden smiled slightly, and taking his silence for assent (Isn't it? I ( ... )
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and I must say, 'fretted' is really the perfect verb for Alistair!
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Devin interrupted his thoughts with another kiss, but their lips met only briefly before the mage turned his attentions elsewhere, moving down Alistair's neck with a series of little bites that made the Templar shiver reflexively. He reached up to slowly push Devin's robes off, but found himself suddenly gripping the other man's shoulders as Devin swirled his tongue around Alistair's left nipple. That felt... strange, but it was nothing compared to the jolt that ran through his body when the mage blew softly on the spot, his breath cool over wet skin. Alistair couldn't hold back a startled "Maker!", and he felt Devin's quiet laugh, a warm exhalation against his chest, as the other man moved to the right to give that side the same treatment ( ... )
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