Dragon Age II, Part 1: Closed for Prompts, Open for Fills

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Danarius/Fenris

[anonymous]

Testing a new purchase.

Before Fenris was selected as Danarius's bodyguard and put through the lyrium ritual, he was his body slave and had been purchased specifically for that purpose because Danarius liked how slender and pretty he was in combination with the fire in his eyes. I want to see Danarius's test run of young(ish, late teens) Fenris after he brings him home for the first time. Fenris is a good slave and does what he's told, but resentment and barely restrained rage is evident everywhere, and Danarius finds it quaint and arousing.

Dubcon, master and slave, Fenris resistant but also compliant, fighting his programming and obeying it simultaneously. Major, major bonus if this is the encounter that gets Fenris his name.

1/? - Little Wolf

[anonymous]

It was the boy who caught his attention

2/? - Little Wolf

[anonymous]

Fifteen, was his estimate. Perhaps sixteen, but no older than that.

Danarius watched his new purchase stalk restlessly around his empty chambers, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Ah, the slaver hadn't lied. The boy had been informed some time ago that his master would be there, soon. A good body slave knew all the ways to prepare himself, and the boy was stubbornly doing none of it. Instead, he walked in continuous circles, a caged animal. Danarius watched him move. Like the slaver had said, there was real muscle hiding beneath the young man's skin, real substance there that would blossom into strength, endurance, and power in a few years' time. But he would always be lithe and graceful in that wonderful way that only elves could be. Even the strongest elves never became bears.

They became wolves.

"Do be careful, master," his young apprentice said, gazing into the scrying orb beside him. "He looks quite feral, doesn't he? It would be so very embarrassing if a slave were to hurt you

3/? - Little Wolf

[anonymous]

Danarius took the moment just to study him. The flat, hairless plans of his chest and stomach, the bunches of tightly corded muscles in his thighs and shoulders, the soft manhood falling between his legs. They'd have to do something about that, he thought with a smirk, and a thrill went all through him. He'd found unwilling pleasure considerably more gratifying than unwilling pain -- though he certainly had no objection to either.

The prideful set of the slave's shoulders wilted over time as he stood there, until that deep, melodious voice ground out a question that was just not quite a challenge: "Do you have any further orders, master

4/? - Little Wolf

[anonymous]

He devoured Danarius's cock in one smooth, practiced motion.

Danarius's eyes closed instantly. His breath shuddered and his knees almost gave out. He seized one of the boy's shoulders to steady himself. Ah, but the boy wasn't being overconfident in his assessment of his own skills, not at all. His lips and tongue worked with the skill of a master, his mouth creating suction and his tongue massaging Danarius's cock wetly and slowly, turning lazy circles even while his head bobbed up and down far too quickly to be possible. Danarius forced his eyes open, swallowing a rough-edged moan, taking in the sight of the lad taking his entire large cock down his throat over and over again.

He was so very glad that he did. The look the lad gave him was more precious and even more arousing than the expert attentions of his young mouth. There was such pride and even smugness in the boy's face. You didn't believe me, he seemed to be saying, smirking without the use of his mouth, all while he struggled not to gag on his master's massive human cock.

5/? - Little Wolf

[anonymous]

"Prepare yourself for me," Danarius said. He'd intended the order to sound imperious, but his excitement at the very thought made the words eager. No matter. The boy could take it how he wished.

It was wonderful, really, the startlement, and then the quick look down at the bottle, and then wide eyes moving to Danarius, who merely met his eyes with an encouraging and mocking smile.

The little wolf realized what he was being asked to do, and Danarius could have crowed his pleasure when blood flooded his new purchase's face. He'd never been asked to do anything of the sort, before, then. Not surprising. Danarius's peers were so very elementary. The lad's previous owners had likely never experimented with how humiliating it could be for a slave to enjoy what he did, and what was done to him. Their pleasures were so simple, and their methods reflected that

6/7 - Little Wolf

[anonymous]

His breath hissed and, for the first time, he squeezed his eyes shut, either from pleasure or shame, Danarius couldn't tell, but, again, he did so hope that it was both. The lad's cock hardened almost instantly. He struggled to find a rythmn between the fingers he slid into his ass, preparing to receive his master's cock, and the ones that surrounded his own manhood. It was not graceful, and it was not artistic. But it was beautiful. Danarius could almost feel the waves of humiliatied, ferociously angry pleasure radiating off his slave, and he could only watch for so long.

"I think that's good enough," he said, voice hoarse. "Turn over."

As in all things, the boy obeyed.

Danarius only took two seconds to open the bottle and spread oil on his own cock before positioning it at the boy's gaping asshole and then sliding it home. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth. Nothing was as tight as a young elf. Even prepared as it was, the hole felt slightly too small for him, and it was a wonderful struggle to move in and out. The

7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

Danarius laughed. "Look at you. You think that you're better than this life. You think that somehow, if you hate me hard enough, then you win. You think that you're never a slave in your own mind, at least, and that somehow makes you free." He leaned in close, and whispered his next words up against his slave's pointed ear. "You'll never be free, Fenris."

Something snapped. The lad whirled in bed to face his master, eyes flashing, jaw set. "My name," he barked, "is LeDanarius silenced him with a kiss

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

This is just the writer!anon of this fic leaving a potentially pointless note to say that I subscribe to the theory that the lyrium ritual bleached Fenris's hair, thus the mentions of him being dark haired here. If anybody gives a shit \o/

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

I give the BIGGEST SHIT!
This is now canon in my mind.

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

I totally agree with this. But can you imagine if his hair had actually been red, like his sister?

Well done, autheranon. It was kinda... horrifyingly wonderful, if you know what I mean?

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

That's sort of my headcanon too - the pain of the procedure turned his hair white, but he's naturally redheaded.

Loved this, by the way, OP. Looooove ♥

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

That doesn't explain why his eyebrows are dark colored, though. o_o

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

I feel so dirty, yet oh so satisfied..

Thank you A!A :-)

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

This was HOT, write-anon. Excellent job! ♥

Re: 7/7 - Little Wolf (END)

[anonymous]

So evil and yet...so hot. Why do I want more.