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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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And here we come to the final chapter of Reason. I hope you all enjoyed the ride. I know Jowan did ;) As always I don't own the boys or anything to do with Dragon Age, I just play with them every now and then.
Anyway, enjoy!
Alistair hauled Jowan's unconscious body to a small cave that was nothing more than a mossy hillock exposed in the swamp. He did his best to bind the mage's arm and applied a poultice, before sitting back to wait.
He risked his life to save mine… Alistair pondered in awed silence. He risked everything to use his magic to save my life. Even after what I did to him. Alistair shuffled into a comfortable position, determined to keep watch until Jowan woke.
Jowan woke to nature calling him quite urgently a few hours later. Struggling to sit up, he came face to scowling face with Alistair. "Ah! Commander, I-"
A hand clamped onto his shoulder, keeping him in place. "You can explain yourself when I'm through." Alistair's face seemed slightly flushed and his eyes were bright and unfocused.
"No, Commander, I-"
"After!"
"Alistair!" Jowan yelled and then quickly lowered his voice, "There's a bush somewhere out there that needs watering, and it's got my name on it."
Alistair blinked at him and then chuckled, before waggling his hand. "Fine, fine. Go," a snort, "water the bush."
Jowan rose gingerly to his feet, his drained body protesting the movement and he clenched his teeth against a pained groan. Waving off a helping hand from Alistair he shuffled off, looking for a suitable shrub.
After relieving himself, he shuffled back to the hillock only to see Alistair passed out in an unusual position on the ground. After a panicked check of the downed man's vitals, he made a frustrated noise and muttered, "Alistair, you idiot. You're in a swamp and you didn't even think to take off your armor."
Jowan sighed and set about removing his commander's armor, one piece at a time, trying not to disrupt the man any more than he had to. He struggled with the unfamiliar buckles and straps for a while, before he finally figured them out and slid the splintmail off. He stood there a moment, wondering on where to put it, before he decided to just toss it in a corner and get the rest of the armor off.
That part of his task done, he sat back and peeled off his robes. I'd rather not get just as sick. He's depending on me, and I'm weak enough as is. He was pleased to discover a lyrium potion in Alistair's pack and downed it. Feeling some of his strength return, he soaked his robes in the water outside and, after wrapping them around Alistair, he let a whisper of magic frost his fingers and chill the water-soaked robes. There. He sat back on his heels, satisfied. That will keep the fever down. Now let's see if there's anything to cook in these packs.
Taking care to keep himself cool, cook, and keep a watchful eye on Alistair, Jowan spent the next few hours very busy.
When Alistair's eyes fluttered open, Jowan was right beside him and pressed the back of his hand to the warrior's forehead. "Fever's gone," he murmured and then smiled in relief. "Welcome back to the land of the living, commander."
Alistair blinked groggily at him and then his eyes flickered around his surroundings, finally landing on Jowan's nude form. "You're naked!" he blurted, a blush infusing his cheeks as he scrambled to sit upward. Then he looked down at himself and he blushed down to his toes. "I'm naked!"
Jowan couldn't help it. He started laughing. "Yes, Ser. You had a fever and this was the easiest way to keep you, as well as myself, cool."
Alistair buried his face in his hands, and mumbled something.
"What was that?"
Alistair looked up, not meeting Jowan's eyes. "I said: 'I'm starving. Is the food I smell ready?'"
Jowan nodded and leaned over to the fire, picking up a bowl and dishing out some stew for Alistair. "Here, Ser. I've already eaten, so the rest is all yours." Then he waited patiently for Alistair to devour three bowls of the stuff before they settled into an uncomfortable silence.
Alistair cleared his throat awkwardly and bit his lip. "I want to apologise," he said softly. "I was wrong about you. I'm sorry. You're not… not a monster."
Jowan let a long breath out of his nose. "Thank you," he said softly. "That means a lot to me."
The silence stretched again, until Alistair broke it once more, shuffling around. "I also want to apologise for the other day," he said, shamefaced. "I hurt you. I lashed out at you, and what I did was unforgivable." He drew in a deep shaky breath. "Why didn't you leave? Why do you stay? Why did you save my life?"
Jowan smiled. "Slow down. I can only answer one question at a time." He pondered for a moment, unsure of where to begin. "All three of those have the same answer." He bit his lip. "I love you, Alistair. I have for years. And we had this conversation last night, though I'm not surprised you don't remember anything."
"What?" Alistair blinked.
"You got yourself drunk." Jowan snickered. "On half a tankard of Oghren's vile ale. It was quite an amusing thing to see."
"Oh, Maker." Alistair paled. "What did I do?"
"Nothing really. You asked me to help me to your room." Jowan grinned. "And then you made this very same apology. I'll tell you the same thing I told you last night. If I'd wanted to run, you couldn't have held me." He wiggled his fingers.
Alistair sighed. "That's still no excuse for what I did."
"Alistair," Jowan said very seriously, "I wanted that. Wanted you. I'd done all I could to make that clear, short of saying something outright. So let me make this very clear to you, right now." He clenched his trembling hands together. "I love you, and I wanted that. I want you, and I want you to do that again. As often as you'd like." He blushed.
Alistair gaped at him for a minute before closing his mouth with a click. "I was afraid," he murmured. "I was afraid of the way I'd been feeling. I tried to push everything away by making up reasons to hate you; to keep you at a distance." He placed a hand on Jowan's cheek and pulled the two of them together for a slow, sensual kiss. "Can you forgive me?"
Jowan pressed his forehead to Alistair's, feeling a grin tug at the corners of his lips. "Only if you keep kissing me like that."
Alistair laughed and tilted the mage's chin up, kissing him again. "I think I can manage that."
Jowan surrendered himself to the kisses, keeping a hand on the back of Alistair's head to make sure the ex-Templar wasn't going to leave him there, wanting. No chance of that though, it seemed, as Alistair's hands gripped his shoulder and hip, pulling the two closer together. Jowan parted his lips under Alistair's, deepening the kiss. He felt almost dizzy as the blond's tongue gently caressed his own and then he nearly chuckled. Alistair still tasted like the cheese they'd had with dinner.
He was so wrapped up in finally kissing Alistair, that he didn't notice the hand had gone from his hip until thick and callused fingers wrapped around his erection. He gasped and shifted his hips a little, silently asking for more contact.
Alistair obliged, palming him gently, the motion a little awkward and hesitant, but enough to have him arching into the heat and breaking the kiss. Lidded eyes watched the growing expression of wonder on the other man's face, the delight Alistair seemed to have at being able to make him groan like he was.
Before he got too caught up in the pleasure of it all, Jowan ghosted a hand around to Alistair's front, taking him in hand and holding back a laugh at the stutter in the blonde's touch. His own strokes were a little more confident and watching the pleasure that was starting to come to Alistair's face, the parting of his lips, his eyes alternating between being open wide and pinched shut, and the little groans that escaped his throat.
"Maker." The hand that wasn't wrapped around him drew him even closer, sliding around and into his hair to pull him into another kiss. "Jowan, that-"
"Mmm, I know."
Alistair bit his lip. "Can I... C-c-can I..."
Jowan raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Just lay back!" Alistair said, pushing gently on Jowan's shoulder. "Lay back and let me try something, alright?"
Jowan nodded and allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, legs partially spread with Alistair kneeling between them.
Alistair leaned over him, hands planted on either side of his chest, and began to pepper kisses all over Jowan's neck, down to his collarbone, and down his chest. When the blond reached Jowan's nipple, the fluttery kisses turned to short nips that had the mage groaning again. Hands clamped onto his shoulders as Alistair used teeth and tongue to turn both nipples into little peaks. When the blond seemed satisfied with his work, he continued his gentle kissing, hands now clamped on the Mage's hips.
Jowan looked up when the kisses stopped. "Alistair, what-?"
Alistair contemplated the bobbing organ in front of him for a moment, before he smiled a little and took the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around to get used to the taste of pure Jowan.
Jowan was remarkably proud of his self-control at this point. It took all he had to keep his hips still and not drive up into that wet heat. Though when those lips inched down around him and the tongue continued to swirl, a wail escaped his lips and he couldn't help but arch his hips up to meet those gentle bobs.
After a few minutes of this gentle torture, Jowan gripped Alistair's shoulders and let a little whimper escape. "Alistair, please," he begged softly.
Alistair pulled back completely and sat on his heels. "Are you sure?"
Jowan nodded, and responded with a breathy, "Yes, Alistair. By the Maker's shiny gold cutlery, yes."
Alistair bit back a grin, swallowed hard and slicked his fingers well with saliva, before inserting the first. He watched Jowan's face carefully, ready to stop at the first sign of real pain, before inserting the second. He wriggled his fingers around, looking for that little knot of pleasure, and when he found it, he pressed, taking great delight in the way Jowan's body twitched and how the mage let loose another wail. Taking great care to keep hitting that spot, he scissored his fingers until he was sure he'd stretched Jowan enough.
Jowan lay back with his eyed closed, whimpering as the fingers were removed, but moaning when they were replaced by something substantially larger. He wrapped his legs around Alistair's waist and held his arms out, getting Alistair to pull him into an embrace.
Entwined like that, they rocked together, a rhythm they could feel, rather than hear. The slow buildup was almost more than Jowan could take and he buried his face into Alistair's shoulder until he felt tension coiling in his belly. With a desperate groan he pulled Alistair into another kiss, feeling his seed coat both of their stomachs.
Alistair followed him over the precipice not long after, unable to hold back after feeling Jowan's body spasm around him.
After holding each other for a few minutes longer Alistair pulled them apart with mirrored groans. He slumped to his side and pulled Jowan down with him, turning the mage so that his back was to Alistair's chest.
A smile played around Jowan's lips as he settled into the larger man's hold. Finally. I've finally made it. He closed his eyes, content, for the first time that he could remember.
Sometime later Jowan woke to a soft chuckle. Opening his eyes he saw Zevran standing at the mouth of the cave, smirking, as Anders and Nathaniel looked politely away.
Alistair woke with a groan, and upon hearing the Antivan laughing, he buried his face into Jowan's neck and said two words, "Not again."
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