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Careening Towards Oblivion

Sorcerous Sundries should have been a quick stop for Gale and his infatuation with the Crown. Instead, it provides a megalomaniac wizard with an infatuation with one Dame Aylin and a reunion that has been far overdue since Last Light.

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Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav ; Astarion x Rolan x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, hurt/comfort, there was only one bed, tiefling tails are a gift, relationship negotiation, blowjobs, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise kink

“Gale, just wait a moment!” Sekh called, as the wizard took off possibly faster than the drow had ever seen him move, heading for Sorcerous Sundries. Sekh sighed, hand falling to his side, knowing it was a lost cause.

“I didn’t know he could move that fast,” Astarion mused, folding his arms and leaning against Sekh’s shoulder. “Do you think if we dangled a book from a stick in front of him he’d chase it? Like a horse with a carrot?”

Lae’zel snorted a very undignified laugh, as Sekh side eyed his lover. “Play nice Astarion.”

“Oh darling, I am always nice.” Still, the elf straightened, gesturing for Sekh to lead on. Sekh hurried, fearing that may have lost Gale for good.

Sorcerous Sundries was busy, far more than a bookstore. If the teeming magic displays outside hadn’t been enough, there seemed to be just as many inside. It was quite chaotic. They’d have fun finding Gale in the chaos.

They were searching about for him, when Sekh saw a very familiar face, across the room. He felt his pulse quicken, a smile growing so wide on his face it ached. “Rolan!” he called, tearing away from the group, running for the circular desk at the center of the room. He slowed when he came near, smile dropping away as he took in the tiefling’s face.

Bruised, little knicks dotting his skin- a fresh one, on his lip.

“Well look who it is,” Rolan mused, smiling, seeming not to take notice of Sekh’s shock. “I had wondered if I’d bump into you here.”

Sekh moved up to the desk, grasped its edge, leaned over so he could get closer. “Rolan,” he said, his voice dropping, “who did this to you?”

Rolan’s smile fell away and he reached up, touched one of the bruises along his cheek. “It’s nothing,” he said, quite obviously trying to brush Sekh off. “Don’t dwell on it.”

Sekh tightened his hold on the desk, leaned until it dug into his ribs. “Rolan.” His voice pulled from his chest, and he saw something almost tremble in the tiefling’s eyes. “Tell me who.”

The wizard hesitated, before sighing, glancing away. “My… apprenticeship hasn’t been exactly what I expected.”

Sekh ground his teeth together. Rolan didn’t need to say more- that made it clear that Lorroakan was behind the injuries.

Rolan refused to meet Sekh’s gaze, after that. He had boasted of this apprenticeship since the drow had met him- it was clear that he was embarrassed at his current state, that whatever Lorroakan had promised him wasn’t what he had expected.

Sekh inhaled slowly, tried to calm his anger. “Can I start again?” he asked, and Rolan finally looked back at him. “There’s been… a lot, lately. I’ve never been good with my anger.”

“No, you haven’t,” Rolan teased, a smile beginning to pull at his lips. “I suppose I owe it to you to let you start over. Once. Don’t be greedy.”

Sekh felt his belly dancing, butterflies fluttering like mad. It was strange, to feel so giddy over someone other than Astarion.

Sekh cleared his throat, and as if just the thought of the vampire summoned him, the elf walked up to his side as Sekh said, “It’s good to see you again.”

“Better.” Rolan glanced at Astarion, who eyed him, silently noting the state he was in. And then, not so silently,

“Who in the sweet hells put their hands on you?”

Rolan sighed, mumbled about how the two were far too alike. Astarion turned his stare to Sekh, giving him a questioning look, and Sekh mouthed Lorroakan. Astarion clamped his mouth shut then, looking at Rolan with concern. After all, he understood an abusive master better than most.

“It is good to see you,” Sekh stressed again. “I hoped that you and Cal and Lia had made it here safely. Where are they?”

Rolan reached for the open book on the desk, flipping a page, seeming fidgety. “Off and about, causing whatever trouble they so like. Lorroakan… doesn’t allow them to stay here.” Sekh frowned, realized Astarion was frowning as well. “Which is possibly for the best. I wouldn’t see much of them regardless- and gods, if they had to hear the endless prattle about the Nightsong like I do…”

“Nightsong?” Sekh glanced at Astarion, before looking back at Rolan. “She’s at our camp.”

Rolan’s eyes widened, before he chuckled. “You must be mistaken. The Nightsong is a relic… and Master Lorroakan’s obsession. But… if you have information on it, he will want to see you.”

“Am I allowed to rough him up a bit?” Sekh asked- and oh, Rolan did smile over that. “Just a little.”

“Come now darling,” Astarion said, wrapping an arm around Sekh’s waist and quite visibly pulling him away. “Flirt with your little wizard later. We’d best find Gale and figure out what this madman wants with Aylin.”

Rolan’s cheeks flushed redder, as Sekh stumbled for words, letting Astarion pull him away. They were out of earshot when he managed, “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Oh I know love,” Astarion said, “you are a bit more charming than that. But it was a delight to see Rolan go that pretty shade of red.”

The vampire paused, quirked a brow at Sekh- and, alright, he couldn’t argue. It had been a rather fetching shade.

“Now, next time,” Astarion whispered, leaning in to breathe into Sekh’s ear, “I’ll show you how to really fluster him.”

The vampire pecked his cheek affectionately, and there wasn’t a bone in Sekh’s body that wanted to argue the offer.

There was a portal at the top of the stairs that led to Lorroakan’s showroom. Sekh didn’t know what else to call it, as he stepped out with Astarion, Gale, and Lae’zel. They found the room large, open, showy and flashy.

A human in vibrant red robes watched them, a construct at his side lowering a bow. Sekh assumed he had to be Lorroakan- he had a look about his face that made Sekh desperately want to punch him. Just once.

Maybe twice. Three times, for good measure-

“I see no sign of the Nightsong,” the man said, as the party stopped, a few paces away. “Surely you wouldn’t waste my time. Surely you wouldn’t come empty handed.”

He spoke as if he was the greatest thing to bless the city, as if his time was holy. If Sekh hadn’t already had reasons to quite abhor him, he was finding all new ones.

“What do you want with her?” he asked, managing to keep his voice calm. Lorroakan perked at that.

“Her. Interesting. You’ve been to the Shadowfell, then?” Sekh only managed a nod, before Lorroakan continued speaking. He quite liked the sound of his own voice, didn’t he? “Now tell me, where is the Nightsong? And do make haste, I haven’t all day.”

“She’d eat you alive,” Astarion said, looking the man up and down and appearing- displeased.

Lorroakan laughed then. Sekh frowned, took a step closer to him. “She could be so lucky. No, I have plans for the Nightsong.” From his robes, Lorroakan produced a wand, turning it to gleam in the light. It was heavily ornate, a gaudy thing. “With this, I can trap her securely in place, and siphon her immortality into myself. I can become a god.”

“There’s more to godhood than immortality,” Astarion mumbled, his own near brush with a divine becoming all too fresh.

“What was that? Do speak up boy,” Lorroakan said, and Sekh heard Astarion snarl. Before he or the vampire could act, Gale was stepping up, placing a hand on Sekh’s shoulder.

“Nothing, nothing, just a mere observation regarding the… extensive criteria of godhood,” Gale offered. Lorroakan studied him for a moment, before his mouth upturned in an ugly grin.

And of course he recognized Mystra’s discarded lap dog, as he put it. He went on a small tirade regarding Gale’s fall from grace, and Sekh knew in that moment he wanted nothing more than to see this man’s skull caved in.

“I’ll tell Aylin to come,” he said, and Lorroakan instantly turned his attention to him. “If only to see her cave your skull in. For all the shit you just said.” He paused, then added, “And for daring to put your hands on Rolan.”

The wizard furrowed his brows, seeming confused for a moment. “The apprentice? What has he got to do with you?”

Sekh refused to answer, though. He turned on his heel, storming for the portal- knowing he needed to leave before he did something rash. Before he caved the man’s skull in himself, and denied Aylin the joy.

As expected, Aylin was more than pleased to present herself to Lorroakan. Sekh had felt bad that the aasimar had requested Isobel stay behind- he knew the feeling all too well of wanting to get a good hit or ten in on someone who wanted to hurt the person you loved.

He was alarmed to see Rolan wasn’t at the desk at the center of Sorcerous Sundries upon their return- but couldn’t allow himself to dwell on it. Once they were done with Lorroakan, Rolan would be safe.

They found the megalomaniac of a wizard perched on his throne of tomes, one levitating in the air as he idly flipped through it. He gave them barely a glance, as they emerged from the portal- until Aylin took shape, imposing and regal.

Aylin addressed the man, her voice snide, quite done with the bullshit of preening, overzealous men. As she did, Sekh took in the room- elementals, flitting about- one of Lorroakan’s constructs, a walking suit of armor-

And then Rolan. Rolan, looking at Aylin with starlight eyes, as if she couldn’t be real.

Sekh turned his attention back to Lorroakan, found the wizard was looking at him now as he spoke- “and do what he came here to do.”

Sekh frowned. “You’re a fool, Lorroakan. I came here to watch Aylin put you in your place.”

The wizard frowned, drew up ugly lines along his face as Aylin laughed. Sekh could just hear Rolan whisper, my gods, the Nightsong is a person. He had moved up closer, was standing next to Lorroakan now. Sekh glanced next to him, at Astarion- but the vampire’s eyes were locked on their wizard and the small gap of space between he and Lorroakan. He looked ready to spring.

It made Sekh smile.

“Boy! At the ready!” Lorroakan snapped his fingers, didn’t even look at Rolan, and the tiefling frowned, brows furrowing.

“No, Master Lorroakan. If I had known the Nightsong was a person, I never would have helped you.” He was still looking at Aylin, awestruck. Sekh understood. There was little in the divine he could respect- but Aylin felt like an expectation, to him. Immortal yes, but not quite godly enough to think the world below her.

Lorroakan jerked his head, looked at Rolan as if no one had said the word no to him his entire life. “I will make sure no wizard in the realms touches you boy- do. As. You’re. Told.”

“That sounds like a fine deal to me.” Rolan took a step away from Lorroakan, eyes moved to Sekh now- a little smile beginning to form on his battered face. “I’ve seen true leadership, but never under your tutelage.”

Another step, and Lorroakan reached out, grasped Rolan’s robes, jerked him back a step. Sekh tensed, fingers curled, magic beginning to course through him. “I’m going to enjoy breaking each of your fingers,” he growled, as the wizard turned his attention to him- chuckled, eyeing the magic crackling at his fingers.

“What childish magic is this?” he asked, flicking his other hand so his elementals moved in closer. “Death magic and- what, borrowed weave from the fey do I sense? Pathetic.”

Sekh bared his teeth, but before he could speak he heard Astarion- and realized the elf was no longer at his side. “You talk too much.”

Lorroakan’s eyes went wide, the voice coming from behind him. In a swift movement Astarion kicked him in the small of his back, sent him stumbling, and the world erupted into chaos. The elementals rushed them, a sudden cascade of ice, wind, fire all over, as they all scrambled to get their bearings.

Aylin drew her sword and went right for Lorroakan. Sekh caught sight of Gale focusing in on him as well- while Lae’zel cleaved into an air elemental, losing no momentum even as her sword eased through it and the elemental barely reacted.

Sekh ran a few steps, grabbed Rolan by the wrist, and pulled him away from Lorroakan, as the man rolled onto his hip, let loose a storm of fire that had Aylin pulling back to avoid singeing her wings. “Get out of here,” he breathed, but Rolan pulled his wrist back, stood firm- smiled.

“And let you do all the heroing again? I think not.” He turned as the Earth elemental rushed them, firing glittering missiles into it with such force it jerked back. “Your fight is my fight.”

Sekh smiled then, was about to speak- when he heard a pained yell. He turned his attention to the sound, found Astarion gripping his daggers tightly, an arrow sticking out of his belly, lodged in his now-replaced armor.

The vampire looked pissed. Sekh turned to the magic fueled suit that was notching another arrow, sent a stream of shadows at it- only to have them nearly devoured by Lorroakan’s fire. In the same instant another arrow sliced through the air, this time lodging in Astarion’s shoulder.

He didn’t even drop his dagger. He ran at the thing, foot connecting with what would be its chest, sent it flying back. As he did the water elemental turned, shot him off balance with water that looked so cold it could freeze the skin.

Sekh ran, leapt onto the elemental, hand grasping at its chest as shadows poured into it. He fumbled for his sword as he did so, the thing thrashing, the sounds in the room all melding together- rushing air, bursting fire, crashes of metal and bone, grunts of exertion, pain-

He got his sword through the elemental’s side, and it faltered, teetered down. It threw Sekh off balance, and he rolled to the floor, landing on his hip and watching as Astarion ran directly into the elemental, daggers digging in deep- another arrow sticking out of his belly now. He could see the blood trailing down his armor.

Sekh pushed himself up, as Astarion pulled his daggers free and stabbed again and again, until the elemental went still, becoming nothing but clumps of dirt and rock.

Only a few away, a burst of flame hit the floor, singeing the carpet.

Sekh ran the short distance, got down on the ground and grabbed Astarion’s face, forcing him to look at him. He was paler than he had been just moments ago- but his eyes were alert. “I’m fine,” he said, just as Sekh heard Rolan dropping to his knees, next to them, looking alarmed.

“You have four arrows sticking out of you,” Sekh said, trying to keep calm. Astarion wasn’t dying, it would be alright. It would be alright.

“An inconvenience.” Astarion moved to stand, but grimaced, one of the arrows looking as if it dug deeper into his belly. He bared his fangs over the pain, and Sekh grasped his arm, easing him back down, looking at Rolan.

“Keep him safe,” he said, much to Astarion’s protests. Sekh turned his attention back to his vampire. “Cover me?” he asked, and Astarion looked at him, confused for a moment-

Before he grinned, dropped his daggers, and reached for his hand crossbows. “Don’t get yourself killed,” he said, and Sekh turned, rushing back into the fray. It was chaos, all around him- Gale’s magic mingling with Lorroakan’s, Aylin dashing about on her glorious wings- Lae’zel dancing between the elementals.

Sekh could only react. A stab at the water elemental, dropping to avoid some of Gale’s attacks, only to have to run nearly across the room to avoid Lorroakan’s. Sweat was clinging to his spine, his scalp, his breaths coming in quick pants, and he felt they were making little progress.

And then a very well placed arrow hit Lorroakan in the back of his shoulder. He gave a yell, and Sekh glanced across the room, saw Astarion lowering his dominant hand to fire with his off hand, hitting Lorroakan in the back. He was propped up now, back to Rolan’s chest, as the wizard knelt, eyes aglow as he sent his own storm of fire and sheer, undiluted weave into the fray, an arm around Astarion’s chest to keep him steady.

The second long lapse it gave the human was all Aylin needed- she was there, smashing him in his face with the hilt of her sword, shattering his nose and sending him stumbling back. She dropped the sword completely, grabbed him by the collar of his robe, sent her armored fist careening into his face until his head snapped back.

He was going limp, and Sekh wondered if he was even conscious. Aylin grasped his body then, lifted him high- and in a single, swift motion, brought his back down against her knee. The crack of his spine reverberated throughout the room.

The moment the sound broke, the elementals collapsed into lifeless piles- the armor clamoring to the floor in the same fashion.

All of the magic died with Lorroakan.

Aylin stood there, panting, looking… pained. Sekh wanted to go to her, but he stumbled in a run across the room back to Astarion and Rolan. The wizard was still holding his vampire, and Astarion was grinning, even if he was breathing rather heavy. Sekh took his face in his hands, stroked his chilled cheeks with his thumbs, before he looked up, caught Rolan’s eyes-

So soft despite their fire. Looking at Sekh with a relief that was palpable.

“You did it,” Rolan whispered, “the bastard is dead.”

“I’d argue that- ah,” Astarion bit his lip as he shifted, the arrows still lodged in him moving. “Bloody hells. I’d argue that Aylin did most of that. Maybe Gale.”

Sekh didn’t argue, as he heard Aylin’s footsteps, walking over. Gale and Lae’zel crowded in as well, as Aylin crouched down, lifting Astarion into her arms like a princess with ease.

Shockingly, he didn’t fight it. If anything, Sekh noticed a bit of color rising on those overly pale cheeks. “I’ll get him back to Isobel and Shadowheart,” she offered, much to Sekh’s relief. The longer they left those arrows like that, the more damage they could do.

Glancing at the whole group, Sekh decided they all needed a bit of healing. He stood up, offered his hand to Rolan and helped pull him up. He wanted to stay, to patch him up-

But Astarion needed him.

“I have to go with him,” Sekh said, “but I’ll come back later? I’ll help patch you up.” Rolan looked at him with a bit of shock, before Sekh turned his attention to Lae’zel. “Lae’zel, would you mind… helping with the body.”

She sheathed her sword, utterly grinning. “Giving me the fun task? I do rather like you.” He rolled his eyes, dropped Rolan’s hand, as Aylin left through the portal. Gale pressed a hand to Sekh’s back, offered to get him back to the Elfsong in a blink, and Sekh nodded. He looked back at Rolan- and the tiefling gave him a little smile.

It was the last thing he saw before Gale snatched him away.

Astarion’s armor had stopped the majority of the piercing from the arrows, and he was patched up fairly quickly, much to Sekh’s relief. While Isobel and Shadowheart worked on Aylin, Sekh sequestered Astarion away to their corner bed, wrapping the shirtless vampire up in his arms and offering a wrist. He’d need blood if he wanted to heal quickly.

Astarion’s back was to Sekh’s chest, his tongue pushing at the wound on his wrist as he drank slowly. Sekh was content to sit in silence with him, his body happy for a soft bed- he had plenty of bruises under his once again torn robes.

The vampire had given him an earful on how battered his clothing was again, while Isobel had worked on him. It was comical. A part of Sekh was almost eager to see him stitching it back together. There was a… domesticity to it.

He felt Astarion’s lips leave his wrist and rested his chin atop his head. “Done already?”

“I can’t drain you, my sweet,” he said, before dragging his tongue over the wounds again. Sekh let his hand fall to Astarion’s lap, where the vampire idly took it, laced their fingers together, gave it a squeeze. It was still strange, to not feel the press of either ring, against his hand.

Sekh had meant it, when he told Astarion he’d just get him a prettier one. Someday. When the world wasn’t ending, and they could think about such things.

They sat in silence for a moment, content, before Astarion asked rather softly, “Do you think your little wizard is alright?”

Sekh smiled. “Going soft on me and worrying about him?” Astarion scoffed, but he didn’t respond. Sekh didn’t need him to. “Once you’re settled I’ll go back and see him- make sure he’s alright.” Astarion fidgeted out of Sekh’s hold then, turning to face him- eyes rather serious.

“Not without me.” Sekh arched a brow in silent question, and Astarion cleared his throat, glanced away. “I mean- it wouldn’t do to leave you all alone with him- you’ll simply make a fool of yourself with your flirtatious attempts again.”

The drow laughed, tipping his head back slightly. “Whatever you have to say to make yourself feel better, Starshine.” He reached for Astarion’s cheek, caressed it softly, watched those eyelids flutter. “I wouldn’t… Astarion, I love you, and I want you to know I wouldn’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. You have me. You have all of me.”

There was a waver, to those pretty ruby eyes- one that the vampire didn’t try to hide. He turned his head, pressed a kiss to Sekh’s palm. “Darling, if you want a little taste of the tiefling, I will never say no. I… believe you, when you say you love me.” Another nervous clearing of his throat. “Which is a novel concept, but one I’m trying to embrace.” His hand reached for Sekh’s thigh, squeezed it gently, reassuring. “I’ve lived too long to ever think one can have every need or desire met by one person. And that’s not a bad thing.”

Sekh’s fingers played along his cheek, as Astarion moved to kiss the fresh puncture wounds on his wrist. “If I ask you a question, will you answer me honestly?”

Those eyes rose to Sekh’s, held his stare. “Shockingly, yes.”

He could have almost laughed. “Do you want him?”

Sekh felt almost ridiculous asking- there was no way he had imagined the tension, between the three of them- yet he needed Astarion’s confirmation. Because he almost didn’t want to experience anything without him- he’d rather just enjoy the fantasy, if Astarion didn’t feel the strange magnetic pull as well.

The vampire licked his lips. When he spoke it was low, voice pulling directly from the core of his chest. “Yes.” There was a long pause, as if he was digesting his own answer. With a smile he added, “Oh, it is rather fun to admit.”

Sekh chuckled, leaned in and pressed an affectionate kiss to Astarion’s lips. There was enough joy in seeing the vampire express desire he could embrace at his own levels of comfort that it could drown out the sudden race of his heart at the prospect that they both wanted their little wizard.

It was dark, by the time they made it back to Sorcerous Sundries. Lae’zel had returned just as the sun was setting to the Elfsong, declaring that Lorroakan was well taken care of. Sekh didn’t ask what that meant about his body- was just glad that Lae’zel seemed pleased with a job well done.

Rolan looked about the same, as he had when Sekh had left him after the battle. He had hoped the tiefling would have cleaned himself up a bit- taken care of the cuts on his face, and whatever other aches might be lurking, beneath his robes.

“Gods preserve me,” Sekh muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Next to him, Astarion chuckled, quite obviously enjoying his lover’s frustration. Sekh would have elbowed him, but he was afraid of aggravating the bandaged wounds, around his torso.

“I was a bit distracted,” Rolan offered, leaning back against the central desk of Sorcerous Sundries. It was eerily quiet, within, now that the shop was closed. “What with dealing with Lorroakan’s… body. And then gathering up Cal and Lia.”

“You mean they let you prance around all bruised up?” Sekh folded his arms, brow furrowed, and Rolan rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing away.

“Well… not willingly, but… there’s paperwork-”

“Oh bloody hells,” Astarion broke in, chuckling, “you’re going to set Sekh to convulsions. Come now, let’s get you cleaned up. I gave him enough of a scare for the day.”

“You certainly did,” Sekh muttered, taking Astarion’s hand and following a resigned Rolan, into the depths of the building. They took a portal that led to living quarters, a large foyer that seemed-

Well, rather cold and unwelcoming. Nothing but books stacked on shelves, windows wide open that would let in the sunlight- but now left the room dark.

“The wizard was very… poor with his interior design,” Astarion mused, as they exited the foyer, Rolan taking them into a hallway that was bland. He paused at a door, twisting the handle and pushing the door open.

“I don’t believe he cared much for… homeliness.” Rolan stepped inside, and Sekh and Astarion followed. Rolan’s room was small but well kept- he had a bed pushed against one wall, a desk against another, which was stacked high with books. An additional stack was on the floor, all heavily bookmarked.

Rolan walked over to a small armoire, opening it and pulling out a little basket.

“Lia put this together the first time she saw what Lorroakan had done,” he offered, turning around and holding it close to his chest. He looked embarrassed. “I thought she was going to storm right in and kill him herself.”

Sekh wished she had. He stepped closer, took the basket- full of medical supplies, and gestured towards the desk. Rolan moved to sit in the chair, as Astarion busied himself pacing the room, pretending to be interested in anything else other than the other two men in the room.

He didn’t fool Sekh.

The drow set the basket down, pawing through it, examining the various bottles and jars in it. Lia had done a damn good job putting it together, he had to admit. Bless her.

Sekh popped open a bottle, picking up a cloth and dabbing the liquid on it. “This is going to sting,” he said, free hand reaching for Rolan’s chin, tipping it up slightly. The tiefling just looked at him, and Sekh felt his pulse pick up, a tick.

He caught, from the corner of his eyes, Astarion glance at him, little smile on his face.

Ignoring him, Sekh dabbed the cloth at a cut on Rolan’s cheek. The tiefling winced, and without thought Sekh hushed him, a soft shh, shh that had Rolan’s eyes going a little wide.

He heard the floor creak, as Astarion moved over to them- and he knew he was making noise for their benefit. The vampire stood behind Rolan, idly fidgeting with his hair, beginning to pull what remained tied back free. Rolan’s eyes darted, wanting to look back at him, as Sekh moved to another cut, along his jaw.

“I thought a distraction might be in order,” Astarion murmured, tangling Rolan’s hair around his fingers. He tsked. “What is with both of you and tying up such pretty hair?”

“I can’t have it in my face all the time,” Sekh retorted, not looking at Astarion. He was examining a bruise along Rolan’s neck, tipping the tiefling’s face to the side with ease. “I could chop it off instead-”

“Do not even jest.” Sekh glanced up then, gave Astarion a huge grin, and watched the way the vampire smiled back, the light from it reaching his eyes. “I would go into mourning. I’d weep for days.”

The drow shook his head, turned his attention back to Rolan. He had a cut near his lip, and without much thought Sekh moved his thumb, rubbed it along his lower lip, then over the healing cut. He felt Rolan shiver, before the man’s lips parted, a little noise escaping him that had Sekh’s heart pounding up into his throat. The moment he made it, Rolan flushed, so deep he was redder than Sekh had ever seen, as he averted his eyes quickly.

And behind him, Astarion gave a toothy smile. Sekh glanced at him, realized the vampire had his fingers trailing along one of Rolan’s horns softly. “Apologies,” he said, “I thought you might like it. I do believe Sekh touched you here once before, when I … feeding.”

The sheer memory of that little moment had Sekh’s belly twisting. It had been… intimate, in ways he hadn’t expected. As if the three of them had connected, nerves and synopsis melding, becoming a single being.

“It’s… it’s alright,” Rolan managed. He cleared his throat, and Sekh forced himself to focus, cleaned the last cut up by Rolan’s brow.

There wasn’t much he could do about the bruises, unfortunately. There was an ointment in the basket, Sekh recognized the list of herbs in it- it would help with pain, but he knew it wasn’t the most pleasant on the face.

“Where else are you bruised?” Sekh asked, as Astarion continued to stroke his fingertips along one of Rolan’s horns, looking quite pleased with himself. Rolan tried to tell Sekh not to bother, but the drow frowned, before stepping back, placing his hands firmly on his hips. “Rolan.”

There was a flicker, in those fiery eyes, over just saying his name. Sekh tried to ignore it, but Astarion hummed a little approval- and he wondered, had Rolan’s pulse spiked? Could Astarion hear it?

“I’m fine. Really.” Rolan moved to stand up then, dislodging Astarion from his horns. Before Sekh could speak, Astarion stepped around the chair, putting himself between Rolan and Sekh.

“I highly doubt that,” the vampire said, “now, play nice and let Sekh take care of you. I promise you’ll… enjoy it.” He held the tiefling’s stare for a moment, before Rolan’s shoulders sagged slightly.

“Fine. My… torso is rather battered.”

“Great. Off with the robe then, darling.” Astarion twirled his finger, and Rolan hesitated a moment, before he listened. He shed the robe, settling it on the back of his chair, leaving him bare chested, his pants settled slightly low on his hips.

Sekh forced himself not to stare- it was hard, oh it was hard- and turned back to the little medical basket, opening the jar and scooping a bit of the balm onto his fingers. “This is cold,” he warned, as he pressed his fingers to Rolan’s chest, along a large bruise that wrapped from his shoulder to his pectoral. The tiefling shivered, and gods Sekh could feel it, beneath his finger tips.

He rubbed the balm in, found Rolan’s higher body heat warmed it quickly. His fingers drifted from the bruise, down to his ribs, trailed over bumps and ridges that were tantalizing.

“Thank the gods this isn’t Jaheira’s recipe,” Astarion remarked, lifting the jar up. “Smells rather… floral.” Leagues better than that awful dirt smell that made made Sekh’s head hurt.

The drow managed a nod, reaching his fingers back into the jar for more, moving them to the next bruise. Without much thought his free hand went to Rolan’s waist, caressed gently- and the tiefling’s eyelids fluttered. Behind him, his tail swished rather forcefully.

Sekh was so close that he could smell Rolan’s sweat, his skin, beneath the balm. It was fiery, spiced in a way that made him want to clench his thighs together. And the way Rolan was watching him-

The tiefling hissed suddenly, going tense, and Sekh realized Astarion had placed a hand to his bare chest, splayed those icy fingers. “You are quite warm,” he mused, dragging the hand down his chest slowly, to the hollow of his ribs. “Am I too cold for you?”

“I- well…” Rolan took a breath, and gods, it was there again, this magnetic tension building in Sekh, spilling out between them all. “No.”

Astarion hummed. “Good. Good.” He pulled his hand away, waving Sekh off when the drow went for the jar again. “Darling he is quite cared for now I think. Do you need him… slippery?”

Sekh flushed, and Rolan turned his gaze up to the ceiling. Astarion snorted a laugh, quite pleased with himself over flustering them both.

“So tell us, what do you plan to do now with this rather… imposing tower?” Astarion capped the jar and set it in the basket, busying himself by taking it back to Rolan’s armoire. “Should we be hailing you as its new master?”

That had Sekh smiling. “All hail Rolan, master of Ramazith’s tower.”

And oh, that smug smile was back on Rolan’s face- but bigger, genuine. He chuckled. “I do like that sound of that. I do indeed.” He paused, added, “Cal and Lia might find it a bit pompous, though. Lorroakan wouldn’t let them stay here- moving them in was one of the best feelings.”

Sekh could only imagine.

“But,” Rolan added, “I wouldn’t have this- I wouldn’t have my family, without you. Either of you. What can I…” he paused, licked his lips, his eyes looking a bit darker, “What can I ever do to thank you?”

Astarion was back at Sekh’s side, quite ready with a retort, but Sekh broken in- “we could use some help saving the city- possibly all of the realms.”

The vampire scoffed, a breathed darling really? As Rolan chuckled. “And you’ll have it. I will learn everything about this tower, even if I have to tear it apart book by book. I’ll be right at your side.”

Sekh smiled then, folded his arms, felt Astarion’s hand going to his back. “And there’s one other thing.” Rolan looked at him expectantly, and Sekh’s smile turned to full affection. “Get some rest.”

Rolan hummed, a little laugh building. “I suppose I can arrange that. It has been a rather long day.” He shifted a bit, the cockiness beginning to fall away, “I know it’s… rather late. If you two want you could, well…” he swallowed. “You could stay.”

It was an interesting invitation- because Sekh knew it wasn’t that late. And that he and Astarion could easily make it back to the Elfsong. That they needed less time for rest.

Sekh glanced at Astarion, but the vampire was already sliding right up to Rolan, taking an arm in his own and leaning into his heat. “If you want our company,” he mused, “just ask, darling.”

And oh, there was that blush again. Rolan cleared his throat. “I… I would like that,” he admitted, “although my room is rather… small.”

“Not interested in crawling into the old master’s bed yet?” Astarion asked, before he grimaced a little. “Actually, don’t answer that. I imagine that man to have some rather… messy books lying about in his bed. No way another living creature would have crawled into bed with him.”

And Rolan was redder. “Astarion,” Sekh said, even as he laughed. The vampire just shrugged, not yet releasing Rolan’s arm. Sekh rolled his eyes, but he was smiling so wide his cheeks ached. “If you want our company, you have it,” he said, looking back to Rolan. “I think we’re all rather exhausted after today- sleeping arrangements shouldn’t bother us much.”

And, yes, fitting three grown adults into Rolan’s bed meant for one was a bit bothersome, but it was more so delightfully entertaining. Especially when Astarion began to undress without a care- until he was down to his shirt and underwear, looking at Sekh and Rolan as if they were mad to think he’d sleep fully dressed.

Sekh gave in then, sitting on the bed and tossing his shirt away. Rolan watched, inclined his head slightly, took a moment to study the scars along his chest, eyes dragging along the one that ran down his ribs- and then a look of realization on his face, and gods if he continued to blush he was going to be redder than a true devil before the night was out.

They ended with Sekh’s back pressed to the wall, the drow on his side, an arm tight around Rolan’s waist, the teifling’s back to his chest. Astarion was all too pleased to curl himself into Rolan’s chest, shuddering with delight over the heat, his hand finding his waist as well, rubbing Sekh’s arm there. It was… peaceful, even if cramped, even if new.

But it felt right, to be locked together, like this.

Sekh tranced easier than he expected, and came to from memories of being a child, exploring the Underdark in an almost carefree way with Syl, shortly after he’d met her. Before the pact, before the deaths.

He sighed, eyes fluttering open, arm instinctively tightening around the body pressed to him. But instead of Astarion’s refreshing coolness, he was met with heat that exceeded his own, a burning warmth that made him drowsy. Rolan was solid in his arms, larger than Astarion- and for a brief moment, Sekh wondered if he hadn’t roused yet, if his mind was crafting this to torment him.

But the day- and night- before flooded his memories, told him this was real. He smiled to himself, pressed his face into Rolan’s shoulder, sighing. Content.

As he did, he felt something tightening, around his leg. He glanced down, and realized in the night Rolan’s tail had coiled around his leg, was grasping him in a loose, sleepy fashion.

His smile grew so much it hurt. He felt giddy, suddenly. So giddy he must have squirmed about, because he felt Rolan stirring in his arms- and then finally, Astarion’s cool touch, as his hand slid along the arm he had slung over Rolan’s waist.

A familiar, drowsy grunt, and then Astarion’s waking voice- “I’m not quite ready for morning yet.” He heard Astarion shifting- assumed the vampire was nestling in closer to Rolan’s chest, soaking in all that delicious heat. He gave a little groan of approval, and Sekh knew he was right.

Rolan lifted his head- which Astarion’s grunt showed he did not approve of- and craned his neck, trying to get a look at Sekh behind him. His eyes were a bit drowsy- but he looked slightly awestruck, dream-like.

Did he think this wasn’t real?

Hadn’t they been careening to this point since Last Light?

“Good morning,” Sekh offered, pushing himself up so he was propped on his hip. Rolan rolled slightly more onto his back- and as he did so, Astarion simply moved with him, sprawling along his chest. Rolan glanced down at him, and Sekh chuckled. “Now that he knows you’re a living furnace, I hope you’re ready to never have a moment alone again.”

Rolan lifted his hand, hesitated- but when Sekh nodded, he let it rest on Astarion’s head, dared to toy with some of his soft, wild curls. The vampire purred, sliding along Rolan, a bare leg draping up over his legs. As he pet, his tail squeezed Sekh’s leg again, left the drow biting back a laugh.

“Rolan,” he said softly, drawing the tiefling’s attention back to him. “You’re tail.” Rolan looked confused, before Sekh felt the tip swishing- and oh, the color that flooded Rolan’s face at the realization. “I like it,” Sekh said quickly, afraid Rolan would let go of him, “it’s cute.”

Rolan clicked his tongue. “I’m many things- but cute? I don’t believe that is one.”

Astarion laughed, that whimsical high pitched sound that shook from his very soul. He pushed himself up then, loomed over Rolan, staring down at him with burning eyes. “You are quite cute,” he retorted, “dare I say even adorable.”

Rolan stared up at him, and Sekh understood the look of awe. He’d had it himself, countless times, looking up at Astarion with tussled, soft curls, that easy smile- the feeling that something close to the divine, something impossible was looking at you like you mattered.

He found he was incredibly pleased to have someone else experience it- no, not just someone else. Specifically Rolan- he wasn’t sure how he’d feel about just anyone else seeing the wonder that was Astarion, carefree and himself, in the morning.

One of Astarion’s hands found Rolan’s cheek, the back of his knuckles dragging along it gently. “I’m going to kiss you, little wizard,” he said, softly, “so if this isn’t… agreeable to you, tell me now.”

Rolan’s lips parted, a little breath- that tail that Sekh was slowly falling head over heels for squeezing his leg again. When Rolan didn’t speak, couldn’t speak, Astarion leaned down, pressed his chilled lips to Rolan’s warm mouth. Sekh watched Rolan’s eyelids flutter, watched as his hand reached for Astarion, cupped the back of his head gently. He knew the pressing and gentle movements of Astarion’s mouth, knew that the tip of his tongue would flick to Rolan’s lips-

And gods, he could see Rolan’s mouth open, by the movement of his jaw. Heard the groan the tiefling gave, as Astarion explored him lazily, the vampire casually grinding into his leg. Sekh reached out, grasped at Astarion’s hip, dared to pull him harder to Rolan, heard the vampire chuckle into Rolan’s mouth.

He could see the outline of Astarion’s cock, through his underwear. Knew Rolan had to feel it. His eager need when he was given even a moment of affection in the morning. It drove Sekh mad with sheer delight.

Astarion pulled from Rolan’s mouth, the tiefling gasping for a desperate breath. The vampire smiled over it, turned his head to look at Sekh. He held his stare for only a moment, before he reached for him, tangled his hand in Sekh’s free hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

It was nothing but sheer affection, a sweetness that could make Sekh dizzy. Astarion was smiling into it- and though it was brief, it felt timeless. “Now, darling,” Astarion whispered, pulling away and settling back, “if you don’t kiss Rolan right now, I think I am going to lose my mind.”

Rolan made a desperate noise at that, and Sekh moved quickly, bowing over him, finding his mouth. He felt almost mad, when he finally kissed him, an explosion of tension bursting inside his very being. Rolan surged against his mouth, seeming to recover from the stupor a kiss from Astarion could put one in, his hand finding Sekh’s waist, squeezing the bare skin. Sekh groaned, dragged his tongue along Rolan’s lips, pushed inside and teased all of those sharp teeth.

Rolan opened his mouth more for Sekh, head tipping back, giving him better access. As he did, Sekh heard the sound of lips on skin- Astarion, peppering Rolan’s collarbone and chest with little kisses. Sekh pinched his lower lip between his teeth, just as Astarion’s tongue dragged over one of Rolan’s nipples- the tiefling gasping, hips bucking.

Sekh released his lip, grinned. “Can I touch you, Rolan?” he asked, his own body buzzing with the sort of need that had his nerves screaming.

Rolan gave a desperate, wanton whimper- before he seemed to come back to himself, flushing and clearing his throat. “If… if you want to,” he managed, and Sekh giggled, shaking his head once.

Oh this man was precious.

Sekh slid down his body- sad that Rolan’s tail finally uncoiled from his leg- but paused at the tiefling’s chest, when Astarion looked up at him. He stole a desperate, messy kiss from the vampire, as his hand reached for Rolan’s pants, began undoing them.

“Be good to him,” Astarion said softly, a glint in his eyes that was all trouble and promise.

Oh, Sekh fully planned to be.

Astarion moved his attention to Rolan’s neck, lavishing it with kisses, his hand finding the tiefling’s pectoral and squeezing, before teasing his now overly sensitive nipple. Once his pants were undone, Sekh slid his hand in, felt Rolan’s cock straining against his underwear, fucking hard as steel and leaking precum into the fabric.

He felt dizzy, so dizzy and needy and hungry.

Rolan bucked his hips, bit at his lip as Sekh gave him a squeeze, before the drow freed him entirely from his clothing, pulled his cock into the open air of the room.

Rolan shivered, and Sekh let himself stare, for a moment. Rolan’s cock was decorated with ridges just like his body, thicker than Sekh had expected, with one textured ridge along the underside that was perfectly bumped, like the skin along his collarbone, over his shoulders.

Sekh squeezed his legs together, wanted to whine, wanted to feel Rolan pushing into him, feel the way all those textures could make his body scream. Another time, when the world wasn’t ending, when the threat of turning into a Mindflayer wasn’t imminent.

He gave him a slow stroke, watched as more precum beaded up at the head. Without even thinking, Sekh murmured, “your cock is so pretty,” and he heard Rolan gasp, whine, glanced up to see one of his hands covering his face.

“Don’t- don’t say that,” Rolan managed, as Astarion glanced down, took in Rolan’s cock himself.

Gods below, he licked his lips. “Why not?” he asked, moving to Rolan’s ear, breathing into it just loud enough that Sekh could hear, “it is.” Rolan arched as Sekh stroked him slowly, hand falling from his face as he began to pant.

Sekh glanced away, heard not even a moment later the wet, needy sounds of Astarion kissing Rolan, and bowed his head over the tiefling, pushed some of his hair behind his ear as he exhaled against his cock.

And, without any additional warning, took half of him into his mouth.

Rolan’s hips bucked, a desperate sound escaping his kiss with Astarion, as Sekh huffed a breath through his nose, his body aching. Rolan’s skin had a salty spice to it, something he couldn’t explain, but it made his mind begin to melt. He sucked gently, his hand stroking Rolan’s shaft, felt his cock throb against his tongue, a fresh wave of precum coating his mouth.

He eased lower, tongue rolling along that one long ridge, over each little bump- and he felt a hand in his hair, chilled fingers twisting in the locks, pushing him down slightly. Astarion. Sekh let the vampire guide him, took all of Rolan in, until his cockhead was pushing at his throat, the stretch making his jaw ache.

“Gods below,” Rolan gasped, as Sekh closed his eyes, bobbed his head. He placed a hand on Rolan’s hips, guiding them as they rocked towards his mouth. Astarion’s hand was still in his hair, and he could hear the vampire murmuring to Rolan, but he couldn’t make out the words.

Just the occasional good boy and see how well he takes you. Sekh kept his eyes shut, drowning in the dichotomy of feelings- Astarion’s cool touch, Rolan’s burning skin- Rolan’s needy whimpers, Astarion’s controlled voice.

It was everything, everything, everything.

“I won’t…last,” Rolan breathed out, causing Sekh to open his eyes, glance up his body. Astarion glanced down at that time, met his stare, had a devil smirk to his pretty face.

“We don’t want you to,” he said softly, peppering little kisses along Rolan’s jaw. “I want to see you fall apart- and I know Sekh wants to taste it. You can come for us, can’t you?” Rolan panted, and Sekh squeezed his hip, squirming himself, his tongue pushing at Rolan’s cock as it slid with such ease along his mouth, over and over again.

It was barely a moment later, when Rolan was arching, giving a little cry- body shaking as Sekh’s mouth was flooded. He swallowed around his cock, could feel it sliding past his lips anyway. It felt like years of simple pent up desire finally leaving the tiefling.

“That’s it, like that,” Astarion cooed, nuzzling into Rolan’s neck, grinding his own clothed cock into his hip. “Such a good boy. Give my darling a proper taste.”

Sekh teased with his tongue, sucked gently, until Rolan was relaxing. He kept teasing, even as the tiefling began to squirm, over sensitive now, as he could hear Astarion once again kissing him.

How that vampire did love to kiss and kiss and kiss.

Sekh pulled off then, licking his lips, feeling almost outside himself. His body was screaming for attention, his cunt drenched and aching- and yet, he ignored it completely. There was such a joy in being desperately aroused, that dragging it out until he was utterly mindless was- well, quite fun.

Instead, he moved quickly, grasped Astarion’s hips and turned them, so his ass was resting on the bed. The vampire groaned, hips bucking, missing the friction he had been getting from grinding into Rolan.

With a single movement, Sekh had his underwear tugged down, Astarion’s cock free- and then he was taking him over his tongue, all the way to the back of his throat in a deep movement, just the way Astarion liked it.

Astarion broke from his kiss with Rolan, gasping- the sound ending in a joyous laugh. “Ah- darling-yes.” He tipped his head back, hips rolling to match Sekh’s movements, one arm reaching up above him, draping on the pillows as he stretched out, bared himself.

Glorious, perfect.

Sekh kept his eyes shut, as badly as he wanted to glance up, to stare at Astarion- but he felt something tightening around his waist then- and gods, it was Rolan’s tail again, holding onto him.

It made his chest ache with an affection that was truly infectious.

He felt the tiefling shift, sitting up- and then his hands gathering up Sekh’s hair, holding it back. It was such a small gesture, but so sweet that Sekh almost felt tears sting in the corners of his eyes.

He felt one of Rolan’s hands move from his hair to his back, stroking his spine, soothing. Sekh wanted that hand on his waist, wanted it to grip him tightly-

Could imagine himself on Astarion’s cock, with Rolan holding on, watching with those hungry, hungry eyes- or riding Rolan, the tiefling clinging to him, desperate to not fall off the face of the realms.

Sekh moaned, the sound vibrating around Astarion’s cock. The vampire arched, breaths coming faster. “So good, my sweet, fucking-perfect.” Sekh placed a hand on Astarion’s thigh, squeezed affectionately, heard the vampire swallow thickly. “Do you want me to come in your pretty little mouth, my love?”

Sekh groaned, as Rolan’s breath hitched. His groan was enough of a response for Astarion, who smiled and let his bliss overtake him, cock throbbing as he came for Sekh. Sekh would have smiled himself, if his lips weren’t so perfectly stretched over Astarion’s cock.

Just like with Rolan, he let his tongue lavish Astarion’s cock through his orgasm, the vampire's hips rutting in shallow little thrusts. When the elf stilled, Sekh pulled off, sucked in a desperate breath, heading spinning. For a moment he swore he was seeing spots- white in his vision-

And then hands, hands on his face, Astarion pulling him up, kissing him so lovingly, so wantonly. Astarion, groaning over the taste on Sekh’s tongue- his cum, Rolan’s cum, all mingling into something intoxicating.

“Up, up love,” Astarion said, guiding Sekh up onto his knees. Without hesitation his deft fingers got Sekh’s pants open, pulling them and his underwear halfway down his thighs, exposing his burning cunt to the cool bedroom air.

Sekh panted, hips rocking, as Astarion turned his attention to Rolan- who was staring.

“Help keep him steady,” he said, “I fear his legs might give out. It happens when he’s… this desperate.” Astarion’s fingers moved to Sekh’s cunt, trailed over his lips, and then two slid inside with such ease that Astarion groaned. “Darling, you’re flooded.”

Sekh trembled, heart pounding so hard it threatened to burst through his ribs. Rolan’s tail clutched at his waist tightly, one of the tiefling’s hands now at his hips, helping to hold him. The other found his face, cupped it gently, and gods Rolan kissed him.

Sekh rocked down onto Astarion’s fingers, let Rolan’s tongue sample the taste in his mouth. The tiefling only kissed him harder, seemed to like it just as much as Astarion had.

Astarion’s mouth pressed to his chest, his fingers curling, making Sekh jerk away from the kiss, head dropping back, eyes wide. Every nerve within him was alight, aching and burning and screaming, as Astarion touched the sweetest spot inside him.

“I’ve got you,” Astarion said softly, lovingly. “Does it feel good, Sekh?” Sekh managed a nod, and Astarion turned his attention to Rolan, smirking. “Help me show him bliss.”

The hand on his thigh moved then, towards his cunt. Hesitantly Rolan touched the warm, soft skin, his middle finger finding Sekh’s clit and pressing against the overly hard bud. Sekh mewled, eyes wide, pupils blown, as Rolan touched him slowly. “Like this?” he asked, sounding nervous.

But Astarion hummed, began moving his fingers faster. “Be a bit rougher, he won’t break.”

Rolan pressed harder, and Sekh saw starbursts, his belly tightening up. Gods he was right there already, so close he could feel his orgasm nearly taking hold with each thrust of Astarion’s expert fingers.

And oh, Astarion could feel it. He was grinning, eyes adoring and full of desire as he watched Sekh. “That’s it love, I can feel how badly you want to come.” Another perfect curl at the knuckle, and Sekh was trembling, from his core. “Come on darling- show us both how good you can feel.”

Sekh’s mouth opened, eyes squeezing shut as his body listened, as if Astarion could simply pluck a single nerve inside him and make him come on command. He squeezed at Astarion’s fingers, cunt fluttering around him as his muscles spasmed, the knot in his belly bursting. He nearly yelled- would have, if Rolan hadn’t caught his lips in a desperate kiss, swallowing down the noise.

And all the while, he could hear Astarion murmuring, “that’s it, that’s my darling boy.”

Sekh felt his muscles growing loose, liquid like, as the orgasm ebbed. Rolan kept him upright, fingers leaving his clit to hold onto him. Astarion seemed less willing to leave his body- dared a few more delicious curls of his fingers, sending sparks up along Sekh’s spine, before pulling them free.

Sekh opened his eyes, just to catch Astarion popping both into his mouth, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes that told Sekh the moment night fell, he was going to take a proper taste.

The drow swallowed thickly, turned his attention to Rolan, who had moved back from the kiss just enough to be seen.

Eyes unbelieving, looking at Sekh like at any moment he was going to dissipate into the air. Like this couldn’t be real- that it couldn’t have finally happened.

Astarion leaned in, rested his chin on Rolan’s shoulder, arms going around his waist, hands trailing dangerously low- until one grasped at the tiefling’s already half hard cock, giving it a playful squeeze. “Ooh, look at you, nearly ready to go again.”

Sekh choked on a laugh, reaching down for his own clothing and pulling them back up over the swell of his ass, the curve of his hips. He didn’t bother closing them. “Astarion, I think you’ll kill him.”

The vampire pouted, but relented- instead very gently tucked Rolan back into his clothing, placing a rather affectionate kiss to his shoulder. Sekh pressed one to Rolan’s cheek as well, felt the heat of his flush. He wanted to kiss him again, to steal a few more moments of the morning-

But of course, fate couldn’t allow that. Sekh heard footsteps right outside Rolan’s door, just as a voice was saying, “Rolan, are you up? Lia wants breakfast and I might need you to help me find the kitchen.”

The door opened, and Cal filled the doorway, the words dying in a little choke as he caught sight of his brother, sandwiched so perfectly between Sekh and Astarion. Sekh glanced over his shoulder, gave Cal a grin because it was so good to see him- and the other tiefling burst into a beaming smile.

“Finally!” He yelled, before he turned, rushing off, yelling, “Lia- Lia- it finally happened!”

Rolan groaned, pulling himself from Sekh and Astarion and climbing out of the bed, quickly rushing after his brother, yelling for him to just wait a damn minute. Sekh and Astarion looked at each other, before they burst into laughter, the sort that twisted their bellies and made their chests ache.

It felt good.

“I feel like I should go rescue him,” Sekh offered, as Astarion finally adjusted his own clothing- his most intimate parts having been conveniently blocked by Rolan’s frame from Cal.

“Which one?” he asked, and Sekh just shrugged. He wasn’t sure, honestly. Astarion kept his smile, reached for him and took Sekh’s hand, forcing him to shuffle closer. “Go rescue our little wizard,” he agreed, and Sekh’s smile grew.

“Our,” he said, and Astarion just looked at him. “You said our. Usually you leave him all to me.”

Astarion pinched his lips together, cleared his throat. “Well, after… I mean, after this…I…” He sighed, and Sekh just placed a kiss to his temple.

“I’m teasing you, Starshine. What is mine is yours, now and forever.” A kiss to his cheek then. “Get dressed and come with me- we’ll have to get back to the Elfsong anyway.”

Astarion sighed. “Of course, can’t forget that we have tadpoles in our heads and that the realms are under threat by a trio of gods and a rampant, unruly Elder Brain. Why couldn’t we just have a nice calm morning for once? What happened to staying in bed and fucking half the day away?”

Sekh snorted, climbing from the bed, grabbing Astarion’s pants, discarded the night before, and tossing them to him. “We can do that once we’re done playing hero.”

The vampire huffed. “Darling, with you, I have a feeling we’ll never be done.”

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Only Little Deaths

Astarion knows Sekh needs to get to the Society of Brilliance's Lodge, that he's expected. But that doesn't stop him from wishing his lover would just crawl back into bed with him for the afternoon instead.

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Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, post game, horny idiots in love, blowjobs, public sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk

Astarion watched, leaning against the wall, as Sekh stood in their living room, looking over the mess of items he’d tossed all over a small table, to pack away for his outing at the Lodge.

He was wearing his robes already, hair pulled over his shoulder in a loose ponytail. It exposed the side of his neck, and Astarion inclined his head, fascinated by every little curve of skin, the freckles that dotted his flesh, the little white scars that littered his neck now.

He could see them all, now- even from across the room. One of the many changes he’d begun to experience since the- gods, more than a year- since Cazador’s death, since the Brain. Free of his old Master, of the tadpole, and of sheer starvation, he was developing in ways he hadn’t ever dreamed.

He pressed his tongue against his fangs, as Sekh began shoving things into a satchel. Despite the robes he could make out the curve of his waist- he’d let Astarion have a bit of fun with his society robes, and tended to wear a small corset like belt, around his waist with them. It only reminded Astarion how easily it fit in his hands, how good it was to feel the muscles on the drow’s sides, his stomach, flexing beneath his hold-

“Astarion?”

Astarion blinked, realized Sekh was looking at him. He’d been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized the man had turned around. “Yes love?”

“You’re staring.”

“Am I now?” Astarion tipped his head more, let his eyes linger. He knew Sekh noticed. “Apologies pet- you’re just a bit distracting.”

Sekh laughed, such a rich sound that it made Astarion’s heart jump- affection flooding him like a liquid fire. Oh how he loved to hear his drow laugh. Sekh walked over, laid his hands flat on Astarion’s chest- so close Astarion could smell him- incense and ash, bits of earthy sweetness from all of the flora he worked with.

It made him dizzy.

“I don’t think I’m currently at my most distracting,” Sekh teased, “not exactly the most… alluring getup.”

Astarion reached for his waist, settled his hands exactly where he had wanted to. Gods, it felt too good to just hold onto him. “You’re always distracting,” Astarion countered, eyes flicking to Sekh’s lips, a silent ask.

And oh, his drow gave. Sekh closed the gap, kissed him slowly- heavy, even movements of his mouth and tongue, making Astarion swear the room was spinning. He nipped at Astarion’s lower lip, sucked it into his mouth, and the vampire mewled, pulling him in closer by his waist, grinding into him.

Sekh broke away, breathing a little gasp, as Astarion went for his jaw, his throat- nuzzled into his warm skin, kissed deeply, dragged his fangs along warm flesh. “Sweetheart,” Sekh managed, squirming so deliciously in Astarion’s hold, grinding into him in a way that was simply instinct, making Astarion ache.

Gods, when had he gotten so hard?

“I- have to… go…” Astarion pressed the tips of his fangs hard to Sekh’s skin- didn’t break skin, but had him shuddering.

“Do you?” he asked, moving to his lover’s ear. “You could just come back to bed.” Astarion’s hands moved off his waist, slipped down to cup his ass, holding him even closer. He could hear Sekh’s pulse racing- would have known even without hearing it that the drow was aroused. It was so easy to see now- he could catalog even the smallest details of his man, had over the year. He prided himself in being able to read him.

“As tempting as that is,” Sekh managed, pushing himself back from Astarion’s chest, “unfortunately we don’t have time to indulge for the next four to five hours.”

Astarion groaned, the sheer thought of spending the entire afternoon, the evening in bed with Sekh making him feel feral. And he knew it wasn’t an empty promise- they very well could fuck half the day away.

“Please?” Astarion asked, batting those pretty white lashes. Sekh laughed again, leaning in to peck his cheek.

“I want to, but I can’t right now. You know if I don’t show up then Blurg’s entire presentation on Obliviax will be a disaster.”

Astarion huffed. Never in all his years would he imagine recognizing the name of a damn Underdark moss and actually knowing at least two… maybe three facts on it. Much beyond that and he did begin to lose his train of thought.

Still, he’d listen to Sekh talk about any of it at length- if only because his eyes danced with a passionate fervor that Astarion never saw reflected in any of his other pursuits.

“Gods dammit,” Astarion mumbled, tipping his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “Yes, alright, scurry off to rescue the dear intelligent and yet foolish man from embarrassment at the hands of your peers.” He released his hold on Sekh, waved a hand dramatically, expected him to pull away, to go back to packing his bag. He was most likely already late, as it were.

Yet instead, Astarion heard the rustling of fabric, and the sound of Sekh settling down. He felt hands on his hips, sliding along his pelvis- and looked down just to see his drow on his knees, looking up at him with those mismatched eyes, a wicked little smile on his face. He plucked dramatically at the lacing of Astarion’s pants with two fingers, and Astarion felt his blood rushing to his groin, to his cock which was already aching, straining beneath his clothing.

“I think,” Sekh said, the word clicking on his pretty tongue, “I can still make some time to take care of you, Starshine.” He paused, fully unlacing Astarion’s pants. “If that’s what you want.”

And, ah, there it was- always an out, if Astarion wanted. Even if he had been the one to initiate, he always had the option to say no. Sekh was so good at reminding him.

He had almost never wanted to say the word.

He managed a nod, throat feeling tight. Sekh smiled, sweetly, before he turned his gaze away, focused on freeing Astarion’s cock from the confines of his clothing. Feeling his warm hand grasp him gently, ease him into the open air- it had Astarion shivering.

Sekh stroked him once, so slow, looking pleased with how hard he was, the flush to his cock. He had more color to him, as of late- proper feedings did that, after all. Astarion was rather good at caring for himself, now-

It helped immensely that Sekh enjoyed looking after him.

The drow placed a kiss to his cockhead- and gods above it was sweet somehow- before he opened that pretty mouth, took him in slowly. Astarion sighed, felt that familiar wet heat as Sekh sucked gently, tongue rolling along his glans, his hand stroking his shaft slowly.

Astarion tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering as Sekh took him deeper, deeper, deeper- each slow swallow bringing him further and further into his mouth, until his cock was nestling against his throat-

And the gods were real as far as Astarion was concerned, because his drow didn’t gag. He just took like a good, eager little pup.

His hands moved to Astarion’s hips, held them gently, little groans coming from his full mouth. Astarion could only imagine how wet he’d be, already. Sekh seemed to get off more on getting Astarion off, and it drove the vampire absolutely wild.

“Good- good job, love,” Astarion managed, breaths coming quicker. His hips rocked into Sekh’s mouth, but his lover kept his rhythm steady. Gods how did he ever learn this?

Astarion grunted, felt the back of Sekh’s throat, felt his muscles quiver. The drow pulled off then, took a desperate breath, mouth a wet, pretty mess. He didn’t even look up at Astarion- he simply swallowed his cock back down, even more eager now, moving a bit faster.

Astarion reached a hand for his head, sank his fingers into his silken ginger hair. He didn’t guide Sekh’s movements- frankly, he didn’t need to- but instead pet him, affectionately. He felt Sekh shiver, heard another pleased little noise from him, and felt another wave of sheer tightening euphoria in his belly, his balls, along the base of his spine.

He never lasted long with Sekh. It should have been downright embarrassing, but it only seemed to please the drow- make him act as if Astarion was so comfortable, so taken with him that he couldn’t help himself.

He was right, on every account.

Astarion moaned his name, and Sekh fluttered his eyes open, glanced up. His pupils were large, he looked wanton- and Astarion could feel himself tipping, slowly, over the edge.

“Darling- I’m not-hells.” Astarion broke off, gasping, hips rocking, his legs beginning to feel weak. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

He didn’t need to tell Sekh- but he did anyway. There was enjoyment in admitting he felt so fucking good.

Sekh squeezed his hips, took him to his throat and held him there. Astarion trembled, little gasped yeses and noises leaving him, making him sound desperate.

Perhaps because he was.

He dug his shoulders into the wall, hips thrusting against Sekh’s hands, breaths heavy pants- and then a loud, whining groan as he felt everything burst inside him. He came against Sekh’s throat, and then over his tongue as the drow eased him from his throat slowly, so he could tease him with his tongue, making Astarion mewl.

It was only when his hips stilled as Sekh pulled back, looked up at him, all flushed, eyes big, mouth glistening. Astarion watched him swallow and felt a hot tingle race along his spine- his cock twitching, wanting more- always wanting more. Wanting to grind against Sekh until he was hard again, until he could slip inside him, feel his body clench so tightly-

Sekh gently tucked Astarion back into his pants, stood up and pulled at the lacing of his trousers tightly. “Better?” he asked, voice a bit rough. Astarion swallowed thickly, watched as Sekh reached up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

Astarion had wanted to lick at those soft lips, get saliva and cum and simply revel in the filthiness of it all.

“It’s a start,” Astarion purred, and Sekh laughed again, shaking his head. He leaned back in, kissed his cheek softly, and Astarion reached up, gripped his chin. “A proper kiss, darling,” he whispered, and Sekh melted into him, kisses warm and tainted with a bitter-salt.

“You’re impossible,” Sekh whispered.

“There are plenty of days where you’re just begging to drag me back to bed,” Astarion pointed out- and the smile on Sekh’s face gave away that he knew it was true. He could be just as insatiable.

Another kiss, this time quick, to Astarion’s lips, before Sekh stepped away, turning and heading for the satchel he’d packed, slinging it over his shoulder. “Later,” he offered, in a single word promise- before he blew Astarion a playful kiss, and made his way for the door.

The moment the sun had set and dark fell upon the city, Astarion was out the door, hurrying along the lively streets. It was a rather warm evening, and the streets were lively with the good weather- music escaping taverns, patrons already well into their cups.

There was something joyous about being able to simply… well, enjoy the city like this, now. Not having to look at each person as a potential target- not dreading what sort of horrible line he’d have to throw at someone with a playful smirk, hoping that they were drunk enough to not notice that he could barely look at them.

Days not long gone, but gone nonetheless.

Astarion pushed at the heavy wooden door of the Lodge, heard very lively voices upon entering. He thought he recognized one of them- gods, he always forgot her name, but she was very passionate about the possible causes of Gnolls’ rage. It put Astarion to sleep.

He slipped into one of the larger first floor rooms, found many of the society sitting in deep discussion, along with two faces he didn’t recognize. They weren’t wearing Society robes, and looked rather young. Visitors from a college, most likely.

Sekh glanced over, heard the single footstep Astarion allowed himself to make, and perked up quickly, eyes going bright. “Astarion!” He hopped up, ignoring that the conversation was still ongoing, and hurried over, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

“Perhaps this would be a good…ah, time for a reprieve, an intermission.” Blurg stood up, and Sekh kissed Astarion’s cheek, then whispered in his ear,

“Thank you. If I heard one more word about lice I was going to re-tadpole myself.”

The vampire laughed, as Sekh pulled back, positively grinning. He was just far too handsome when he smiled.

Astarion glanced past Sekh briefly, noticed that the other society members seemed to be breaking off, mingling. He took his lover’s hand then, tangled their fingers together, and whispered “follow me”, before leading him away from the room. Sekh followed quickly, climbing the stairs with Astarion, letting the vampire lead him out onto one of the small balconies.

Astarion never would have guessed that he’d know his way around the Society of Brilliance’s Lodge so damn well- but then again, his life was nothing like what he might have once expected.

“What are you do-” Sekh cut off when Astarion pulled him in, a hand going to cup the back of his head as the vampire kissed him. Sekh melted into it, hand going to Astarion’s chest, grasping at his shirt, as Astarion backed him up against the now closed door, until he bumped against it.

“Kissing you,” Astarion murmured, in answer to the unfinished question. He pressed his mouth to Sekh’s again, slipped his tongue past his overly sweet lips- ah, he’d been snacking on that candy that Blurg made he so loved, typical- pressed at Sekh’s own tongue, got a pleased little noise from his drow.

Sekh pulled his hand from Astarion’s, settled it on his hip, squeezed gently. Astarion took it as an invitation, and eased one of his legs between Sekh’s, pushing his thigh up under Sekh’s robes, grinding against his groin. Sekh gasped into the kiss, eyes going wide, and Astarion nipped at his lip, careful not to draw blood.

“Astarion,” Sekh managed- and gods, he would never get sick of the man saying his name- ever.

“They won’t miss you for a few minutes,” the vampire drawled, dragged his mouth along Sekh’s jaw.

“They could hear us,” Sekh warned, even as he ground against Astarion’s thigh, the hand at his waist pulling at his shirt, untucking it.

“They’d be so lucky.” A nip to Sekh’s neck, a promise, and the drow was shivering, tipping his head to the side, nearly on instinct. It took all the control Astarion had not to sink his fangs into his waiting neck, feel the warmth of his very life flowing into him, hear all those little keening noises, pleased sighs, that his lover would give him.

That would have to wait.

“You’ll just have to be quiet,” Astarion offered, as he felt Sekh’s hands working at his pants now. “Can you do that, my sweet?”

Astarion pulled back, slipped his hands under Sekh’s robes, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on his pants. Gods, maybe someday the man would stop wearing so much clothing- it would’ve been nice to just flip his robe up and fuck him like that.

Sekh offered a playful smile. “Probably not,” he admitted, “but neither can you.” Astarion couldn’t argue that- nor did he bother. He had Sekh’s pants open at this point, and slipped an eager hand in, fingers finding his clit within seconds. The drow bit his lip, shivered over the cool touch, hips bucking instantly.

Astarion tutted, rubbing the hard bud slowly beneath his finger. “Look at you, hard already. Are you wet too, precious?” He slid his fingers lower, watched Sekh’s eyelids flutter- and ah, yes, he was. Not drenched, not yet, but the arousal was there. Astarion wanted to plunge his fingers into him, but resisted, moving back to his clit.

Sekh sucked in a breath, cheeks beginning to flush. “Can’t help it,” he managed, swallowing thickly. “I can still taste you from earlier.”

Astarion groaned, dove for Sekh’s mouth. If there was a hint of salty bitterness beneath the honeyed candy flavor, Astarion couldn’t find it- but he didn’t doubt the drow. He knew how long he could taste the ghost of Sekh’s pretty cunt, every time he got his mouth on him.

Sekh moaned into the kiss, squirming around, grinding into Astarion’s fingers. His hands grasped at the vampire’s biceps, fingers digging in through his shirt as Astarion pressed harder at his clit, released his mouth so Sekh could breathe. The drow gasped a desperate breath, and Astarion nuzzled into his neck, breathed in the scent of his skin.

He would have been quite content to get his drow off, like this. He was happy to make Sekh come in anyway possible- but oh, gods below how he wanted to be inside him. He was grateful when the drow released him, hands went to his own pants and underwear, pushing them off his hips, down his thighs.

“We- have to be quick,” Sekh breathed, and Astarion growled into his neck, pulled his hand free and gave him just enough space to bend over, Sekh desperately working one of his boots off.

“A shame,” Astarion mumbled, hands moving to his own pants, one reaching inside and cupping himself. Unable to keep still, he rocked against his palm. He freed his cock to the night air, just as Sekh straightened up, one boot abandoned, pants and underwear tangled around his other leg-

This was ridiculous. Astarion loved it. The vampire grasped at a bare thigh, beneath his robes, hoisted it up against his hip, and in a well practiced, single thrust, eased himself inside. Sekh tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering, and Astarion bowed his head, grunted in the relief of being nestled inside him again.

“Remember,” the vampire managed, voice thick in his throat, as he eased his hips back, “quiet.” He thrust forward, and Sekh’s hands went to his shoulders, held on tightly. His body was hot, felt like the perfect fire to Astarion- as it always did.

He kissed him again, unable to keep away- loving the way Sekh kissed back, how his want was palpable. How, no matter how desperate they got, there was always a loving sweetness to his kisses that made Astarion’s belly cramp up.

He hiked Sekh’s leg higher, the drow’s shoulders digging into the closed door with each thrust. Below them, they could hear the streets bustling- Astarion assumed they were out of sight enough- but if not, well, the night-goers were lucky.

He pulled back from the kiss as Sekh moaned, Astarion knowing he hit the sweetest of spots inside him. He knew exactly how to thrust to make the man melt. “Shh, shh,” he whispered, “remember what I said? Do you want your little peers to hear you falling apart?”

Sekh stared at him with burning eyes, and clenched around him, pulled him in so deep. Astarion gasped, head tipping back- and oh, the drow chuckled.

“They’ll hear you too.” Gods he’d done that on purpose, filthy little scamp.

Astarion sucked at his own tongue, sweat beginning to bead along his spine. Sekh’s hips were rolling to meet his, the drow’s fingers going to his hair now, tangling- pulling. Astarion jerked his head back, a desperate keen leaving him, and Sekh leaned into him, laved his tongue up along where his pulse would have been.

“See? You’re just as loud as me. Hush now, love, or they’ll come running. They’ll find us and see the dashing little vampling falling to bits all because of my cunt.”

Astarion squeezed his eyes shut, swore he saw stars. Gods below Sekh shouldn’t have been able to turn every situation to his advantage. But he could, he did- and it was freeing, to let him, to enjoy it.

Astarion pushed him back, planted his hands firmly on the door, panting as he thrust with abandon into Sekh’s body. The drow’s leg curled back against his thighs, helping to pull him deeper, deeper. Astarion hovered over his mouth, heard laughter from within the Lodge.

“Have- to be… quick,” Sekh managed, one hand clutching at Astarion’s back, the other slipping between them, reaching desperately for his clit. “They’ll- expect me- back.”

Astarion thrust harder, felt Sekh tremble as he touched himself quickly. He could feel his insides tighten around him, the drow panting against his mouth, face fully flushed now. Gorgeous, in the night light of the city.

The vampire kissed him, pressed his tongue into his mouth, felt him shake. He was so close, he could tell, the thrill of being so exposed making his pleasure easy.

Astarion made a note of this- why, had he known that Sekh would enjoy the risk so much, he would’ve indulged in this far sooner.

“Come now, love,” Astarion breathed, his body tingling. He was so close himself, but gods, he would not come without Sekh. Not when there wasn’t time for him to get his fingers in him after, to eat his pretty little cunt until the man was a sobbing mess. “You can do it, can’t you? For me?”

Sekh choked, Astarion’s name on his lips, before he tossed his head back, hit it against the door and didn’t care. It only took another moment- two thrusts, a single pass of Sekh’s fingers, and the drow was trembling, panting Astarion’s name brokenly as he came.

Astarion growled, bared his fangs, body tensing over the feeling- and Sekh’s orgasm hadn’t even crested when Astarion was joining him, the growl becoming a high pitched whine as his hips jerked, seed spilling inside Sekh.

The elf leaned into him, pressed his forehead to Sekh’s, both panting. Astarion managed to swallow, and after a moment, Sekh cracked a smile. “We are not quiet,” he said, nearly laughing. Astarion grinned.

No, they definitely weren’t.

As much as Astarion wanted to enjoy a bit of the after glow, he knew a quick fuck didn’t allow for such a luxury. He’d just have to wait to get himself fully tangled around Sekh once they returned him. Instead he kissed the drow’s temple, then stepped back, fixing his pants.

Sekh stooped over, attempting to correct the ridiculous half undressing they’d given him. It was rather comical, if Astarion was honest.

“You could wear less clothing,” the vampire suggested, as Sekh rebuttoned his pants. “I mean, you’re covered enough.”

Sekh rolled his eyes, grabbed his nearly lost boot and stepped into it. He got down on a knee, began fixing the lacings. “Yes, and when I get so enthralled with my work and end up crawling around to look at samples, everyone can enjoy the view of my backside.”

“I mean, I would.”

Sekh stood up, smacking Astarion in the chest lightly. Then, in a quick motion, he grasped his shirt, jerked the vampire in a step, nearly knocking him off balance. “Sweetheart, if you want easy access to my cunt at all moments of the day, you’ll have to ask nicely.”

Astarion swallowed thickly, felt his groin throb. No, no, his lover could not tease him like this now- not when he was finally getting a bit of decorum back.

“You could kill me,” Astarion managed, and Sekh pecked his lips.

“Only little deaths, Starshine. I love you too much for anything more than that.” Sekh stepped back then, attempted to smooth down his Society robe. “Now, we’d best get back in there, before we’re missed.”

Astarion straightened his own shirt, thought to point out that Sekh’s freckled cheeks still had a mild flush to them- but oh, it didn’t matter. Besides, it was a warm night, he could blame the heat.

They stepped back into the Lodge, heading for the stairs. They were about half way down when Omeluum appeared at the base.

“Ah, there you are. Blurg requires your assistance, Sekh’met. I do believe he has concerns about his Obliviax notes.”

Sekh was off then, rushing down the stairs, past Omeluum- leaving Astarion to wonder if a man could in fact be as in love with plants as another living- er, undead- creature.

A joke, of course. But he would use it to tease the drow later.

Astarion reached the bottom of the stairs, noticed Omeluum was… looking at him. The mindflayer didn’t really have many expressions- Astarion could never tell if it meant to frown, or smile- was it even possible with the mouth beneath its tentacles?

The vampire arched a brow in silent question, and Omeluum’s tentacles seemed to twitch, almost excitedly. “I must ask- is there something more pleasing about coupling when not in one’s bedroom?”

And Astarion blushed. Oh. Oh, okay, so the Mindflayer definitely knew. Great. “Uhm- well, you see-”

Omeluum held a taloned hand up, stopping Astarion’s incoherent babble. “Collect your thoughts, we can revisit after Blurg and Sekh’met discuss the Obliviax. I am rather interested for… research purposes.”

Omeluum turned then, making its way back to the larger room Astarion had found them all in. And what research could that be, he had to wonder?

But more so- he realized Sekh and Blurg hadn’t even talked about their ridiculous memory loss moss- and gods below, he was going to have to sit through the whole discussion.

This was most definitely not the life he had ever envisioned for himself. But as he stepped back into the room, taking a seat in a rather comfortable chair, watching Sekh point excitedly within a book to Blurg, both standing, about the be the center of attention-

Well, life could have turned out far worse. Far, far worse, where he was concerned.

#shameless self reblog

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