Alistair

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Alistair was avoiding him.

He was (a little) smoother than he used to be, hiding his intentions well. Pretending like he needed to always be by Cullen or Neria or one of the others' sides. But Zevran had known Alistair a very long time. He could read him the way no one else--not even Elissa, a fact which Zevran took especially pride in--could.

And Alistair? Was definitely avoiding him. Ever since Zevran had been injured trying to protect him, he'd been acting very strange--strained. Uncertain. Fumbling with feelings? There was really only one way to find out.

(Well, no, that wasn't true, but there was only one way Zevran wanted to try. Besides, he had gotten used to sleeping on an actual bed--all these nights curled in rafters or on stone were making him miss their nice little flat in Antiva even more.)

It was late at night, verging on very early morning, when he slipped in through the window. Alistair's bedroom was dark, quiet. He slept curled on his side, blanket tangled about his legs. Zevran moved on silent feet, wary of waking the other man. He slipped off his armor and soft leather shoes, then crawled into bed, light as a feather. Alistair shifted and mumbled, but Zevran had perfected the art of not waking this man, and before long they were curled together in bed.

He let out a soft sigh, relaxing. Finally at peace.

Closing his eyes, lungs filled with the scent of Alistair, he gave himself to sleep.

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[exiledalistair]

Whether it was Zevran's strength or Alistair's unwillingness to resist, his bulkier frame shifted toward him with a little huff of air past his lips. "Ooh, maybe the world will end entirely from too much shenanigans. Too many? All the fiddly paradox things, hmm?"

His hand pressed over the small of Zevran's back, anchoring him there, stopping his fingers from roaming further.

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And yes, of course he subtly shifted, letting their hips rock together--not even necessarily to start something. Mostly just because he loved the flurry of sparks low in his belly, the early burn of excitement.

"If we are stuck in this world instead, I cannot mind too much," he mused. "It is better than too many shenanigans."

[exiledalistair]

The brush of Zevran against him sent Alistair's heart racing. His throat clicked as he swallowed.

"What about demons and creepy mirrors and copies of people? That seems like more than enough shenanigans." His voice was a low rasp, much more affected than his rambling words suggested.

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Well, that was promising.

"We fought a blight and killed an archdemon," Zevran said with a shrug. "Demons and creepy mirrors and copies of people seem easy to handle in comparison, no?"

[exiledalistair]

Alistair stilled, a heaviness settling over him. "You fought a blight and killed an archdemon. I got blind drunk and fell down a well in Jader." He shifted, disentangling himself carefully. "Well it was more of a cistern than a well. For pig watering. I fell in a pig trough, marvel at my heroism!"

The frustration, the bitterness was back on his tongue and his mouth watered with the desire to spit.

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"Is this so?" Zevran asked, moving to his knees behind Alistair. He slid an arm around his waist and pressed his face to his shoulderblades. "It is strange, because I remember a strapping blond man who also struck down darkspawn and held his shield between me and death."

Zevran closed his eyes. "The dark parts of our lives do not define us, Alistair. The places where we were cowards, or fools, or assassins sent to kill Grey Wardens... They are not the whole of our story."

[exiledalistair]

It takes time, but as Zevran talks, pressed against his back Alistair slowly softened, the stiffness gentling out of him an inch at a time until he was twisting toward him again.

"I'm really not worth all this, Zevran. But, I'm glad you think I am because I'm weak, and selfish, and you--" He reached to touch his face with a gentle brush of his fingers.

"You make me want to be like that. Your shield, strapping. Good. Ish. Goodish. Because, as discussed, crime." He smiled, shy, lopsided, and leaned down still awkwardly turned to kiss Zevran softly on the cheek.

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"And I am a murderer," he pointed out, catching Alistair's chin so their eyes were meeting. His expression was serious. "And yet when you see me, you see a person worth caring for, yes? Allow me the same courtesy with you, mi caro."

[exiledalistair]

It was hard to argue with that logic. Zevran was a murderer, and Alistair did care for him. Rather a lot, actually. And even he wasn't stubborn enough to deny that. He looked like he wanted to try though, brow furrowing as he let Zevran hold his chin, mouth opening and then closing again with a snap.

He nodded, slowly, eyes going from glower to thoughtful as it all sank in. Zevran cared, trusted him enough to sleep in his arms, wanted him. And there was the blush.

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Zevran's expression softened, and he slid his fingers into Alistair's hair...and slithered gracefully into his lap, straddling his waist. "Thank you," he said simply before leaning in to kiss a very secret, very sensitive spot just beneath Alistair's ear.

His tongue flickered over it knowingly. It paid to have a few months' experience with this man's body under his belt.

[exiledalistair]

Alistair blinked in surprise when Zevran helped himself to his lap, but he didn't try to dissuade him. But the kiss caught him by surprise.

Lips and tongue hitting it just right, in a way no one had ever-- he tilted his head, giving Zevran more room, even as a low groan rumbled in his chest. He gripped at the slim hips atop him, needing something to hold onto and finding Zevran right there.

"Not fair," he muttered, neck arching toward Zevran's mouth.

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"No," he agreed with a chuckle, very deliberately rocking his hips forward once, twice--just to test Alistair's reaction to the tease of friction.

He lightly raked his teeth along the arc of Alistair's neck.

[exiledalistair]

Alistair is responsive. The teasing rock, the scrape of teeth, it coils sensation from his neck to his groin and the flush of blood isn't just in his ears, though it's worse when he realizes how swiftly he's getting hard from Zevran's weight in his lap.

His hands move restlessly, circling back and then up, just barely brushing what would be considered ass before settling on Zevran's waist. "I'm not sure--" he broke off, biting his lip, hands squeezing. He would ruin it by talking about how he was going to ruin it if he let himself. He knew he would.

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Zevran nuzzled Alistair's neck, kissing softly just beneath his ear. "Then I will not," he promised. He didn't move away, but he didn't continue teasing Alistair either. Instead, he twined his arms around the other man's neck--legs wrapped around his waist--and rested his head on Alistair's shoulder, letting the heat simmer between them without stirring it higher.

Even he could be good with enough provocation.