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Reason(Complete)	By : chibichibi01 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age. I own Remy. I don't own any of the NPCs, they all belong to Bioware. I'm also not making any money from this.

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ohay, look. Chapter three. I'm just going to go and ah... hide over here now. Still don't own them! Still making no money.
"Why do you put up with this?"
Jowan shook his head and squinted a little. "What?"
Anders sighed in exasperation and stabbed at his dinner. "I said, 'Why do you put up with this?' It's not like you to take this kind of abuse lying down."
Jowan deliberately avoided Anders' gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about. What abuse?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Anders said, his voice clipped and angry. "But in case you've developed selective memory loss, let me remind you. I'm talking about the abuse our dear Commander of the Grey has heaped on you over the last year."
Jowan winced. "He has every right to treat me like that, or have you already forgotten what I did to the Arl?"
"Right? That man has no right to treat you like this." Anders gesticulated wildly. "You've more than made up for your mistakes."
Jowan shushed him, looking worried. "Come on. If I tell you why I stay and put up with it, will you drop it?"
Anders perked up. "I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best."
Jowan slumped in relief, before grabbing Anders by the arm and dragging the other man off.
Alistair, meanwhile, was pacing around his workroom, muttering to himself when Zevran strolled in. "Alistair," he began, "I need another room," he complained.
"What for?" Alistair asked with some surprise.
"They are too close to your Howe and his pet mage." Zevran sighed. "And they are very loud."
Alistair let out a bark of surprised laughter. "I never thought you'd be one to be bothered by that."
"I wasn't," he replied a little miffed, "but the young man in my bed at the time, was." he shrugged.
Alistair couldn't help it; he started laughing until tears rolled down his face.
"I don't see what's funny about this situation." He frowned. "There's something else too. About Jowan."
Alistair's mirth immediately evaporated and that shuttered look drew itself over his face again. "What did he do this time?"
"This is not anything he has done." Zevran shook his head. "This is about what you are doing to him."
Alistair shrugged. "Blood mage." As if those two words explained everything, and perhaps, to him, they did.
Zevran snorted. "Has he used those abilities once since he's been here?"
Sullen, "No."
"Has he given you any reason to distrust him?"
"No."
Zevran made a noise of frustration, "Can't you treat him the same way Helios would? Your beloved? Who was also a blood mage?"
Alistair went cold. "That was out of necessity. To defeat the Blight."
"And how do you know that Jowan did not also do this thing out of necessity?" Zevran pressed. "Have you ever talked to the man other than to put him down?"
Alistair said nothing, stomach churning as he turned to stare out of the window.
"What are you afraid of, Alistair?" Zevran stepped up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
Everything. I'm afraid of my feelings. I'm afraid of not hating him. I'm afraid of forgetting Helios. "Zev…" A sigh as he twisted out of the Antivan's grasp. "I'm afraid he's going to turn on us." The lie made his insides twist like live snakes.
Zevran snorted but let the subject, and his hand, drop. "Then why don't you go and look for him?"
Alistair blinked. "Yes. I-I think I will."
In another part of the Keep, Jowan was looking nervously around for listeners. "Look, you have to keep this to yourself, Anders."
Anders nodded.
"I mean it. No telling your lover any of this," Jowan cautioned. "This is something I went to great lengths to hide." He smiled wryly. "I even went and got a woman by the name of Lily involved, so I could run."
Anders blinked. "What?"
Jowan took a deep breath. "Listen, and don't interrupt. Please. I've been in love with Alistair for years." He kept his voice low. "Remember when he served at the Tower?" He waited for Anders' nod before continuing. "After he left, I found Lily… and I used her to get me out of the Tower, even before I found out they wanted to make me Tranquil. I studied blood magic so I'd be ready to use it if I ever had to. But the only time I did was when they backed me into a corner. After I destroyed my phylactery." He sighed. "I never thought I'd see Alistair again, and then that day in Arl Eamon's dungeon…" He sighed again. "When Helios died, I thought if I just waited, I could have my chance. It was a long shot, but I put myself in a place to be found and here I am. But he won't even give me the time of day and I'm running out of options."
Anders pulled Jowan into a hug. "Give it some more time. I'll come up with a plan, or something."
Jowan sighed again before returning the hug and pulling away. "Look, go back to dinner. I need to do some thinking."
Anders nodded and slipped away.
Jowan had been leaning against the wall for a few minutes before he heard "Oh. There you are. Who are you planning to poison this time?"
Jowan stared defiantly up into Alistair's emotionless gaze. "It's been over three years, and I've not used my blood magic in four. Since I ran away from the Tower. Everyone has forgiven me, even Eamon himself. Why can't you?"
Alistair looked away. "I don't forgive maleficar."
Jowan let out a bark of incredulous laughter. "When did you tell that to Helios? Before or after you fucked him?"
Anger flared within Alistair followed by an icy numbness. "I loved him. Maker knows he had his faults, but I loved him."
"You're a liar," Jowan said in a calculating tone. "You're a liar, Alistair. He was just a warm body to you, wasn't he? It was easy to overlook the blood magic when he was lying with his legs spread in your tent."
Alistair's hands clenched and he took a menacing step forward. "Shut up. I don't want to hear another word out of you. Just shut up."
"Afraid of the truth?" Jowan snorted. "I thought as much. If I'm wrong show me. Prove to me that I'm wrong. If the blood magic really wasn't a problem, then show me." Jowan stared defiantly up at Alistair. There was no going back, not now. Not after throwing those words at the ex-templar, trying to force the man into something resembling emotions.
Alistair's face was unreadable and he stormed forward, grabbing the mage by the front of his robes and delivering a brutal kiss.
Jowan groaned as Alistair completely overpowered him, shoving him against the wall and mashing their lips together, all teeth and tongue.
Alistair pulled back, a feral gleam appearing in his eyes as he turned Jowan around and forced the mage's face to press against the cool stone, even as he knelt to the floor.
Jowan's hands scrabbled for purchase on the wall in front of him, every nerve in his body on fire. Alistair flipped up the end of his robes and rose, blunt nails scratching along his thighs and rear. He was more aroused than he'd ever been in his life, gasping as the ex-templar smacked his backside.
Alistair then pressed himself flush to Jowan's back. "Is this what you wanted?" he breathed into the dark-haired man's ear, lust completely clouding out reason.
Jowan merely moaned in answer, arching his back and shifting his hips to grind backwards into Alistair's.
The blonde man chuckled and pulled back slightly to rake his nails along Jowan's back, under the robes, before pulling the mages smallclothes to his ankles. All measure of sanity gone from his mind; he wrapped an arm around Jowan's waist and roughly stroked the mage's heated erection.
Jowan's hips bucked into Alistair's hand and he threw his head back to stare over his shoulder into the other man's eyes.
Alistair grinned, and without faltering, thumbed off his breeches and smallclothes and rested himself against the cleft of Jowan's backside. "Tell me you want this," he demanded. "Tell me this is what you meant."
Jowan moaned again, swallowing his whimpers. "Yes," he breathed. "Yes, by all the Maker created, yes."
"Good." Alistair slicked his fingers and pressed the first one roughly inside of Jowan, searching for that which would make sparks fly in front of the other man's eyes, and weaken his knees. Locating the spot, he pressed and used the opportunity to slip another finger inside of the trembling mage.
Jowan's hands clenched convulsively on the stone wall and he cried out, whimpers pouring from his lips.
Alistair scissored his fingers, making a token effort to stretch Jowan before pressing himself deep inside.
The mage hissed and ground his teeth together, determined to show no sign of pain, and once Alistair was fully sheathed inside him, he pressed back.
Alistair took the hint, pulling away before pressing forward. It didn't take him long at all to build up a bruising rhythm; his right hand keeping pace, stroking Jowan, and his left delivering hard smacks to the mage's rear at regular intervals.
At that rate, it didn't take long to push Jowan over the edge. He pressed his forehead to the cool stone of the wall as his muscles trembled and convulsed and he cried out, "Oh, Maker! Anh! Ali- Alis- Alistair!"
Alistair followed not long after the mage and as his head cleared he pulled back and stared in horror at Jowan. Swallowing hard, he babbled out an apology before yanking his breeches back on and running from the hallway.
Jowan, all wobbly legged and woozy, tottered forward and called out, "Alistair! Wait!" before tumbling to the floor, tripped by his own weak legs and the smallclothes tangled around his ankles.
He stayed like that a moment, pressed to the cool stone of the floor, before he gathered his legs up underneath himself, put his clothes in order, and stumbled off to his room.
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