fadewalk | Dorian (dorianpavus-fadewalk)

He'd barely arrived at Skyhold when he was taken.

Taran remembered it clearly. He'd met Dorian. He'd discovered he was the other man's Voice. He'd been ridiculously happy (despite knowing just how much trouble it all was going to land him in with Cassandra, Giselle, and the others later.) And then, just as he'd taken a step toward Dorian, concerned by the idea that Dorian had thought him dead, he was...somewhere else.

Somewhere not very nice at all.

Tevinter was a beautiful place, but for the Herald to suddenly appear there was dangerous, especially with so many Venatori around. He'd barely survived, taking sanctuary with a moderate-minded house who helped heal his injuries and agreed to contact the Inquisition.

Until he'd spotted Dorian's portrait in their gallery and made a surprised comment.

Until he'd realized they were Dorian's family.

Until the truth came out, along with the magical chains, and talk of blood magic and finding a way to release their son and...

He still had the ritual marks on his skin, blood welling from elaborate cuts when the table he was strapped to shuddered and he was suddenly laying on the grass staring up at a queasy-green sky--gasping and clawing at the fine silver chains that still draped his skin, stifling his veil magic.

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"This is torture," Taran said with a breathless laugh, arm tightening around Dorian. He shifted with him, biting his lower lip--and fuck but that felt good.

Taran pressed a kiss to the nape of Dorian's neck, then lower. Breath coming in little pants, he gave into insurmountable temptation and dragged his teeth along the warm skin there. "Just...make me stop if it gets too much," he murmured.

"It was- ah!" Dorian broke off in a throaty gasp when Taran's teeth made contact with his skin. "It was your idea, I'll remind you." His voice was full of mock-reproach.

When it got to be too much? It already was for a sane person, but the relief of Taran being pressed against him after weeks of desperate fear that he was truly gone this time, and then the blackest despair that he had failed... it had driven Dorian just a touch beyond reason.

Still, he had to hold on, keep his focus clear in his mind. He was frightfully strong willed, had never feared demons even when they wore Taran's face, and he would keep from initiating the bond inadvertently, while still giving his Voice the reassurance of his touch.

"I have really fantastic, really terrible ideas. You should probably know this about m-me." The last came out in a stutter as Taran shifted again, trying to find a position that was a little less oh holy Maker incredible...and the shift of his body in the water plus Dorian moving up with the arc of his hips plus really incredibly bad luck as Dorian settled back down again was enough to drag his cock snug and hot and fucking mindblowingly good against the curve of Dorian's ass.

Like--like they just fit together, like a prelude to sex, and Adraste's toes he couldn't help the broken whine and the thrust, cock dragging just-fuck-yes-perfectly between Dorian's legs, along the tight clench of his entrance.

"Oh, oh, oh," Taran keened, entire body electrified and...and really embarrassingly close for one shocky moment. "Dorian, Maker."

The only thing that Dorian wanted to do as that cascade of sensations drifted through him was arch back and -- well he wasn't going to get Taran inside him just like that but it was close enough to make him gasp and grind back, and then flinch forward, sloshing water over the edge of the tub as he tried to create distance.

"Fasta vass." He was panting, bunched away from Taran, still touching his legs on either side, but he wasn't going to be grinding on anything from here. He hunched there twitching for just a moment before he twisted to look behind him, grey eyes wide with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked shakily.

Taran thunked his head back against the rim of the tub, flushed all the way down his chest. His nipples were tight and his muscles were starkly defined and he was panting.

"Oh wow," he finally managed, voice small. "Just...wow."

If Taran was tempting before, now he was a banquet set before a starving child with particularly bad manners. Dorian's mouth literally watered and all he could think was what it would taste like to run his tongue over one of those tight nipples, nip it into his mouth.

He tried to make his voice amused, but it was shaky, and his own cock was throbbing painfully against his drawn up thigh. "I could make the water cold again if that would help."

He gave a breathless laugh. "It might," he said, lifting his head to watch Dorian from beneath his lashes. "I just...really, really want you right now."

"And I would give a great deal to be had, Taran." Dorian shifted until he was crouched awkwardly at the opposite end. He laid a hand on Taran's knee. "But there are ramifications and complications and the maddening voice in my head that told me never to seek you out to keep you safe has been proven blindingly, disgustingly right." His thumb brushed a slow circle against warm skin.

He looked down, shoulders bowing. "I'm so damned sorry it's like this."

"No," he said, leaning forward. "Dorian. Please don't. I want you to find me. If I had known you were there, watching over me in the Fade...I would have wanted it. Do you know how many years I've spent feeling like I don't belong anywhere, like I'm some kind of, of aberration, a broken part of some bigger machine? I thought it was just me, all this time. You have no idea how it feels to know I was wrong--that it's me and you."

Dorian looked up at Taran from under his eyelashes, watery smile twitching his lips. "You're lucky you're so bloody gorgeous, because your earnest, effortless goodness might be a little much otherwise."

The hand on Taran's knee slid down his shin and then circled his ankle. "You've never been alone, amatus. Not since you were a little boy chasing butterflies and falling out of apple trees and all the other bucolic nonsense southerner infants get up to." His hand ran up the backside of Taran's calf, brushing the back of his knee.

"I'll try really hard to be bitter and mean from time to time, despite my bucolic upbringing," he said with a crooked smile, eyes just a little too bright, as if he were blinking back sudden tears.

"I'll believe that when I see it." Dorian's voice turned a little thick, and he shifted to kneel, awkwardly, so uncomfortably, between Taran's legs which were pressed against the side of the tub. He put a hand on the edge for balance and the other on Taran's cheek and leaned forward to kiss him.

Sweet, and long, and slow, tender brushes of his tongue and gentle suckling at his lower lip. He was never going to get enough of this now that he had it.

"I really do love you an unfair amount already," Taran murmured into the kiss, melting.

Dorian chuckled, a little breathless, as he sat back on his heels. His smile was feline, but there was a tightness around his eyes, guilt or sadness masked over. "Perhaps I should be the one to attempt bitterness and cruelty? Give you a reason to see reason, hmm?" His thumb swiped Taran's cheek and then he reached for the soap and cloth he'd set on the small table near the head of the tub.

"You couldn't," Taran said, utterly certain. "You're too kind to be cruel." He had complete faith in Dorian's goodness, unwavering.

"Now you're being adorably naive. I've been cruel many times. My mother keeps me informed of each and every infraction." Dorian lathered the cloth and handed it toward Taran.

He gripped it lightly, but didn't use it. Instead, Taran shifted forward, moving carefully to his knees and into Dorian's arms, other hand cupping his jaw and drawing his mouth down for a long, slow, adoring kiss.

Dorian blinked in surprise but did not protest as Taran knelt up in front of him. He kissed back, loving the slow slide of their lips. His arms tightened around Taran, drawing them perilously close together, while trying not to lean too far into him.

Flush they would be chest to chest, hip to hip, cock pressed against cock, and they had already ascertained that perhaps neither of them was in the best shape for restraint at the moment.

Taran pulled back just enough to rest their foreheads together. "You are a good person," he murmured. "I know you are. Give me enough time and I'll convince you, too."

Dorian's eyes closed as he rested against Taran, chuckle throaty. "Oh a good person? Well if you wanted one of those, I suggest you were born Felix's Voice. Did you meet Felix in Redcliffe? He, like you, is an utterly decent human being, with an unreproachable goodness filling up his adorable little soul, bottom to top."

He opened his eyes, and took the soapy cloth from Taran, began to draw it carefully over his shoulders and down his chest, chasing away the remaining blood from the ritual they'd been using to break his Voice. He was glad of the cover of the mustache as he forced a smirk. "I, on the other hand, am mostly full of wine."

Taran laughed, tipping his head back so Dorian could have full access to him. "Surely not," he said. "At least a good quarter of you must be made of sass."

"My theoretical maths instructors might have taught me wrong as a child, but I'm almost entirely certain that a quarter sass and three quarters wine is still considered mostly wine." Dorian's hands were incredibly gentle as he worked.

He leaned close, nose brushing Taran's earlobe, as he wrapped his arms around him and slowly washed his back and shoulders, managing to make the awkward angle somehow graceful.

"Three seconds from climbing into your lap," Taran purred. He was built strong, muscular and toned to within an inch of his life, but he was melting at Dorian's attentions, turning into a big cat.

"Don't you dare." Dorian chuckled softly, breath against Taran's neck. "I'm not going to die drowned in a bath tub by you." He drew away slowly, rinsing the cloth, and using it to wash warm water over the previously soaped skin.

He pushed forward a little anyway, skin sliding against Dorian's hotly. "I'll be very careful," Taran murmured, turning his face so his breath whispered against Dorian's temple.