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Amatus	By : Hellsingscryed Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age Inquisition, and I make no money off this, it's just me having fun

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So this is my first male x male fic, so please be gentle with me... Lol Dorian Pavus x my male elf Inquisitor rogue, Mahanon Lavellan. I used dialogue from the game, so anything you recognize, I obviously don't own. Lol and I gave my elf the deeper of the two male voices you can choose, just so we're clear. Anyway, please enjoy! *smiles hopefully*}
{Amatus}

Mahanon Lavellan looked up from the papers on his desk to see Dorian approaching.
"It's all very nice, this flirting business. I am, however, not a nice man," the Tevinter commented. "So, here is my proposal. We dispense with the chitchat and move on to something more... primal."
Mahanon rested his hands on his hips and cocked his head slightly, staying quiet as he watched the mage stalk closer.
"It'll set tongues to wagging, of course, not that they aren't already wagging." Dorian's voice dropped to a whisper as he circled behind the Inquisitor. "I suppose it really depends, doesn't it?" He leaned in, his warm breath tickling the elf's sensitive ear as he continued, "How bad does the Inquisitor wish to be?"
Mahanon shivered a little, his ear flicking a tiny bit, and turned his head to meet the mage's gaze. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his deep voice soft, and Dorian smirked faintly.
"I like playing hard to get."
"And now?" Mahanon turned to face the other male, a slight smile playing across his lips.
"...I'm gotten," Dorian said softly before kissing him, his arms wrapping around his slim waist and pulling him close. The rogue made a soft sound into the kiss, one hand landing at the back of Dorian's neck, the other bracing against his chest.
The mage led him towards the bed, only pulling away so they could breathe, and so that he could tug Mahanon's tunic up over his head and discard it somewhere nearby, where it was quickly joined first by the outer layer of his own robes, then by the leather thong that held the elf's long black hair up in its bun. Mahanon then made quick work of both their remaining clothing, even with the sudden distraction of lips busily attacking his throat causing his breath to catch.
Dorian backed him up to the bed before releasing him. "Don't move," he murmured, stooping over the pile of their clothes and digging a little. After a moment or two he stood, holding a small bottle, and returned to the Inquisitor, who raised a questioning brow.
"You'll see..." He gently but firmly gripped Mahanon's shoulders and made him face the bed, then trailed a hand slowly down his spine, smirking at the answering shiver. He poured some oil from the bottle over his hands and set the bottle on the bedside table, then pressed lightly against Mahanon's back and reached around to curl his fingers around the smaller male's member. The elf shivered a tiny bit and groaned softly as the mage started stroking him slowly. A moment later he groaned a bit louder when one oil-slicked finger slid into him, causing his hips to buck. The altus moved his hands in unison, leaning over the elf's shoulder to nuzzle just behind his ear. His lips brushed the earlobe as he whispered, "I remember reading somewhere that elves' ears are quite... sensitive." He delivered a light nip to the earlobe, smirking when Mahanon let out a soft cry and bucked in his grasp, panting. He began moving his hands faster, slipping a second finger into the elf, soon followed by a third, and Mahanon groaned loudly, leaning back against him heavily.
The elf's slim frame shuddered as the mage's tongue traced the outer edge of his ear, then went rigid, quivering, as teeth sank into the delicately pointed tip. The smaller male cried out as he released in the Tevinter's hand, his seed splattering over his own stomach. Dorian smirked, and when Mahanon had calmed from his high, the mage stroked him a few more times, slowly coaxing his flagging erection back to full hardness and resting his chin on his shoulder. Mahanon turned his head after a moment and kissed him softly, panting a bit.
The mage rested a hand on his shoulder, withdrawing his fingers and retrieving the bottle from the table. "Get on the bed, on your knees," he murmured against his lips, giving his shoulder a gentle push.
Mahanon took a deep breath to steady himself and obeyed, climbing onto his huge bed and crawling to where he could easily reach out and grip the headboard, bracing himself. He looked over his shoulder and watched silently as Dorian spread oil between his palms before gliding his hands along his own cock, coating himself thoroughly with a faint groan. The elf let his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes roll over the mage's body, enjoying the view.
He'd never even imagined that he might end up falling for a shemlen, much less a Tevinter mage, but here he was, and even with the threat of Corypheus hanging over them all, he wouldn't have it any other way. 'Creators, he... he's beautiful...' he thought in awe, watching Dorian climb onto the bed and crawl over to him. He shivered slightly when the mage gripped his hips lightly and planted a kiss at the base of his spine. He caught his breath and moaned faintly when the Tevinter pressed the full length of his body against his back, his oil-slicked cock rubbing softly against the elf's ass.
"I hope you're ready, my dear Inquisitor," Dorian breathed into one long ear, dragging his tongue across the darkening marks his teeth had left, relishing the resulting shiver.
The elf nodded quickly, beginning to pant a little. "For the Creators' sake Dorian, stop teasing already!" he pleaded quietly, pressing back against him with a faint whimper, and he felt the mage's lips curl into a smirk against the back of his neck before he straightened.
"Let the tongue-wagging begin, then," he murmured with a soft chuckle and tightened his grip on Mahanon's hips before rolling his own hips back and aligning the tip of his cock with the other male's entrance.
The elf's back arched sharply and he gripped the headboard tightly, moaning loudly as the human's rock hard cock slowly slipped into him, inch by glorious inch, filling and stretching him like no lover had ever been able to. He let his head fall forward between his arms and pressed back, biting his lip when he felt his ass meet Dorian's hips, which meant... Creators, he was all the way in! He had time to think vaguely that the oil must have helped, for he'd never taken anything so long and thick before, having only ever slept with other elves, and then Dorian was moving, slowly pulling out, and any further thoughts Mahanon might have managed to form completely fled his mind as Dorian thrust back in, all the way to the hilt, both of them groaning loudly. He immediately set a steady pace, gripping the elf's slim hips tightly as he thrust into him.
The altus let one hand glide up Mahanon's side, fingers flicking over his nipple before splaying on his chest, and the elf's head tilted back, his eyes almost closed and his lower lip trapped firmly between his teeth as he clutched tightly at the headboard. A moment later, he let out a breathless sound of surprise when Dorian's arm suddenly curled around his chest and easily lifted his upper body to press back against the mage's front, forcing the elf to relinquish his death grip on the headboard.
With this new angle, Dorian's next thrust hit that special spot inside that made stars dance across Mahanon's vision, and he gasped sharply, his lips parting and his eyes widening and rolling back into his skull a bit as his head fell back against the mage's shoulder. Groaning, Dorian wrapped one arm around the elf's slim waist and began thrusting a little faster, his other hand cradling the side of Mahanon's head as he lowered his own, kissing him fiercely.
The elf lifted one hand and reached behind him, gripping the back of his lover's neck and moaning into the kiss, reaching behind him and wrapping his other arm around the mage's waist and clutching at his back. "...P-please Dorian... Nnnh... I need you to touch me..." he breathed against the Tevinter's lips, hating how pathetically needy he sounded. A moment later he gave a grateful cry, his back arching, as Dorian's hand closed firmly around his aching shaft, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
"...Better?" the mage murmured in his ear, licking and nipping along the edge, each shiver he caused translating into a delicious little muscle spasm around his cock. The elf gasped and moaned, only managing a slight nod as he drowned in this Tevinter human, in the taste of his lips, the feel of his hands, the pressure of his cock thrusting deep. He felt his release building as he clutched at him, panting harshly.
"B-by the Creators, Dorian...!!" Mahanon let out a strangled groan as he finally climaxed hard, his seed spraying over the bed in spurts as his hips bucked, his toes curling. Behind him, Dorian groaned loudly in his ear as he sped up, his arms tightening around him. A moment later, the mage came inside him, groaning loudly and bucking into him. Panting, they both fell back onto the bed, their bodies still connected.
It was a few minutes before either of them moved more than their chests heaving, and then Dorian helped Mahanon lift himself off of him, letting him sprawl on his back by his side. The mage's lips twitched upwards slightly when he realized the Inquisitor was already fast asleep, obviously worn out from everything he was doing for everyone. He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at him, noticing how peaceful he looked when he was asleep.
Now that there was no one to see, he allowed himself to tenderly brush some of Mahanon's hair out of his face. Just because he'd learned to never expect anything meaningful didn't mean he didn't still want it. ...But would the Inquisitor? He sighed softly and carefully slipped off the bed, leaving the elf to sleep in peace while he explored his quarters curiously and thought.
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Mahanon knew as soon as he awoke that he was alone on the bed. Had Dorian already left, perhaps to move on to some other conquest? He frowned slightly and propped himself up on his elbows to look around, but the frown instantly disappeared when he saw the mage staring out one of the huge windows, his back to the bed. The Inquisitor took a moment to thank the Creators that not only had Dorian stayed, but that he had remained naked. The elf suddenly realized that while Dorian's usual robes weren't exactly shapeless, they did still conceal some gorgeous features. For one, the man had a PERFECT ass. Mahanon stared, mildly shocked that he hadn't noticed earlier.
Dorian turned slightly to see him watching him. "I quite like your quarters," he announced, and the elf cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh do you now?"
"Don't misunderstand. I'm not suggesting we venture into mutual domesticity, I just like your appointments." When Mahanon looked at him, he propped his hands on his hips and glanced out the window once more before turning and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Mahanon sat up and scooted over to sit next to him. "You seem distracted."
Dorian's eyebrow rose. "Sex will do that. Sex is a distraction," he pointed out dryly.
"I heard a rumor," the elf persisted, and the mage sighed.
"Alright, fine. It's just... I'm wondering where we go from here. I mean, we've had fun, it's been grand, so do we move on now...?"
Mahanon frowned faintly. It wasn't like Dorian to sound so... unsure. "I want more than just fun, Dorian," he said softly, and the Tevinter's eyes widened slightly before he looked away.
"Speechless, I see," the elf teased gently.
"I was... expecting something different," the mage admitted softly. "...Where I come from, anything between two men, it's about pleasure. It's accepted, but taken no further. You... eventually you learn to never expect anything... more. You'd be foolish to," he explained quietly, looking at him again.
"This is more, Dorian," Mahanon said gently, touching his shoulder. "Right here."
"Funny, I didn't recognize it, then." After a moment, Dorian smirked a little. "Would you care to, uh, inquisite me this time? I promise to be specific in my directions."
The elf chuckled and slowly eased himself back. "Show-off."
Dorian chuckled softly and followed him down, pinning him against the mattress and kissing him deeply, framing his face in his hands. Mahanon kissed him back, letting his hands finally explore the mage's body. He moaned softly into the kiss when his hands found that perfect ass, feeling himself hardening steadily. The mage made a soft sound into the kiss before dragging their lips apart. "You're going to inflate my already healthy-sized ego with reactions like that," he teased with a small smile, and the elf blushed faintly.
"...You're the only shemlen I've ever found attractive," he admitted quietly, and Dorian blinked.
"Truly? ...It's my charming wit, isn't it?"
"I think it's the whole package..." he murmured before letting one hand drift to the Tevinter's member, trailing his fingertips teasingly along the underside, his other hand feeling the mage's buttocks clench as his hips bucked slightly.
He curled his fingers around the hardening length and stroked slowly, his other hand finally leaving the larger male's ass and wandering slowly over his body. The mage groaned and let his head fall forward, his forehead resting on the elf's shoulder as his hips rocked gently.
A split second later, Dorian became the victim of one of the rogue's signature lightning-quick movements, Mahanon flipping them over so that he was now pinning the larger male. Dorian blinked up at him in surprise and the elf had to stifle the urge to laugh at the expression on his face before kissing him deeply. After pulling back to breathe, he began laying a trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses down the mage's neck, across his chest, and down his stomach, Dorian propping himself up on one elbow to watch him, trailing the fingers of his free hand through the elf's hair. The mage cursed breathlessly in Tevene and let his head fall back with a groan as the elf slowly dragged his tongue along the length of his cock, from base to tip. "Mahanon..." he groaned, trembling slightly as the smaller male slowly took him into his mouth and began to suck.
Mahanon closed his eyes as he continued to lick and suck Dorian's cock, letting his head move up and down. He relaxed his throat when the mage started to thrust into his mouth with a loud groan, letting him slide into his throat.
The elf suddenly pulled back, looking up at his face. Before the altus could voice a protest, the elf kissed his tip and murmured, "Where'd you leave that oil...?"
Dorian shivered a little, then sighed and made a quick gesture with the hand that had been gripping the blanket. The little bottle floated over and let Mahanon pluck it out of the air. The elf rolled his eyes as he poured some oil into one hand before setting the bottle aside. "Show-off."
Dorian grinned. "And yet you enjoy it," he commented, then groaned and let his head fall back as a finger pushed slowly into him at the same time his cock was swallowed again. "...Maker, it's been awhile..." he admitted faintly in a slightly strained voice as his hips switched between bucking up into the elf's talented mouth and pressing down against his hand.
Mahanon continued, slowly adding a second finger as he listened to the sounds the mage was making, each one making his own cock grow harder and harder till he was afraid he might burst. He added a third finger, speeding up a little.
"Maker, elf, and you complained about me teasing...!" the mage groaned, tugging lightly at the elf's hair, panting.
The elf pulled back again and flicked his tongue teasingly against the tip of the larger male's cock. "Sorry, I was having too much fun listening to you groan," he said with a grin, and Dorian glared playfully.
"Keep it up and I just might decide to top again, right now, and you will have lost your chance," he threatened, and the Inquisitor lifted his hands in surrender, chuckling.
"Alright, alright. Turn over," he said, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of oil once more. He poured some into his palm and rubbed his hands together, then quickly coated his aching cock as the mage before him rolled over onto his stomach, dragging a pillow down to himself.
Mahanon knelt behind him and trailed his hands slowly down the mage's back, unable to resist giving that perfect ass a squeeze, then gripped his hips and lifted. Dorian turned his head to look over his shoulder with a grin at the smaller male. "I'm not surprised you enjoy my ass so much," he said cheekily. "I've been told it's one of my best features."
Mahanon smirked slightly. "You say that about all of your features," he pointed out, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of this human who had so utterly dominated and easily manhandled him earlier, now in such a submissive position, especially one that drew attention to that perfect ass. He shuddered and lined himself up, then took a deep breath and slowly rolled his hips forward, letting out a strained groan as his achingly hard cock slid smoothly into the larger male's body. He bit his lip at the soft blissful moan the mage let out when he was balls-deep, watching as his eyelids fluttered and his fingers clenched into the pillow.
"...Maker, it's been too long since I bottomed..." Dorian breathed, pressing back against the elf.
Mahanon managed a faint chuckle. "That's what I was just thinking about topping..." Before he could respond to that, the Inquisitor rolled his hips with a groan, the mage's back arching sharply as the elf withdrew, then thrust back in, immediately setting a faster pace than the mage had earlier. As his hips moved hard and fast, all that could be heard in the room were their ragged breaths and groans, mixed with the occasional whispered Tevene from the mage, murmured Elvish from the elf, and under it all the ever-present sound of skin slapping against skin.
Mahanon leaned forward over Dorian's back, panting and groaning as he felt his release gradually approaching. "Aah... Dorian..." he breathed, slipping a hand between the mage's body and the sheets, wrapping his fingers firmly around his neglected cock and pulling a loud groan from the mage's throat.
"Maker, yesss..." Dorian hissed, forcing his eyes open to look over his shoulder at the smaller male thrusting deeply within him. Ever since first realizing that he was only attracted to men, he had hardly dared even dream of finding happiness, especially after what his father had tried to do to him, so now he found himself almost unwilling to accept what was being offered him by this intoxicating elf, for fear that even acknowledging the offer would cause it all to be ripped away once more.
He let out a strangled groan as the elf behind him suddenly altered the angle of his thrusts and tightened his hand around his lover's throbbing cock, making stars dance and burst across the mage's vision as he cried out. Maker's breath. He gave in.
Fuck what his father thought.
He moaned loudly as Mahanon hit that spot again.
Fuck what the whole damn Imperium thought.
Another thrust straight to that spot made him claw at the blankets as his peak approached swiftly now. Mahanon may not have been as well-endowed as some of his past lovers had been, but Andraste save him that elf knew how to use what he had!
Fuck what the other members of the Inquisition might think.
Mahanon slammed into him and cried out, his deep voice rough as he climaxed, shuddering over him and forcing himself to keep thrusting and stroking.
He admitted it: He desperately wanted to stay with this elf and share his bed. His hips bucked and he cried out as he climaxed as well, his release streaking the blanket under him. No, he NEEDED to stay.
They collapsed in a tangled pile of limbs, both gasping for breath. Mahanon made a soft sound, nuzzling between Dorian's shoulder blades. "How's that... for an 'inquisition'?" he teased, carefully shifting just enough to slowly pull out of him, then going limp on top of him again.
Dorian chuckled. "Wonderful," he answered, sucking in a breath at the withdrawal before smiling faintly at the slight weight of the elf on his back. "Please tell me you aren't planning to sleep there."
"Why not? I'm comfortable right where I am," the Inquisitor mumbled.
"Well I'm not." Dorian let a teasingly petulant tone enter his voice. "I am laying in my own mess, and I would like to move. A mess that YOU caused me to make, may I remind you."
Mahanon laughed. "I didn't hear you complaining! Besides, we both know that you could have taken control at any time. You proved that earlier, when you simply lifted me and moved me where you wanted me. You're bigger and stronger than I am," he pointed out, rolling off of the mage's back and sprawling next to him.
Dorian chuckled. "All true, but sometimes willingly giving up control is so much more fun, wouldn't you agree?" He levered himself up to hands and knees, wincing faintly when the blanket briefly stuck to him. He moved carefully to one side before letting himself collapse next to the elf, rolling onto his side to gaze at him. "Although I will admit, I had fun moving you. I've never slept with an elf before, so I was surprised at how little you weigh."
Mahanon grinned and stretched, accentuating how lean the natural lines of his body were. "I look like this and you expected more weight? I'd wager Bull's axe weighs more than I do!"
The mage smirked. "I don't think I should take that bet. I doubt I'd be able to lift his axe without magical assistance. I can lift you."
The elf chuckled softly, then sobered, gazing at his lover. "Dorian... Will you stay? With me, I mean. When all this is over."
The mage blinked and stared at him for a moment. "I..." He smiled slowly. "...Provided neither of us ends up being devoured or brutally ripped apart before then, yes, I believe I will." He leaned down and kissed him softly.
Mahanon smiled and kissed him back, looping an arm around his neck. "...Then I just have to seal the Breach before Corypheus kills us. Simple, really," he joked, and Dorian chuckled.
"When you say it like that it sounds like a nice easy stroll through the garden." He kissed his forehead. "That's one of the things I adore about you, amatus. Mahanon... I love you." He let out a breath and blinked. "You have no idea how... how amazing it feels to say that without worrying."
Mahanon's eyes widened and his lips parted. "You... you do...? Creators, Dorian... I love you too. And... I'm really glad you're in my life."
Dorian smirked. "And in your bed. Admit it. You've wanted me here since the moment we met."
The Inquisitor rolled his eyes, playfully shoving the mage onto his back before resting his head on his shoulder. "You're such an egotistical smartass!"
Dorian's smirk widened as he draped an arm over the elf's slim waist. "And yet, you love me."
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