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Alistair walked beneath the raised portcullis of the Inquisition’s fortress, following Hawke and the Inquisitor. He looked around, noting how impressive Skyhold was up close.
        ‘Ah, you’ve returned,’ a familiar voice said.
        Alistair perked up, feeling a wave of joy as Cullen approached their group. He waited for Cullen to finish updating Inquisitor Areoelle, then Cullen turned to him and smiled.
        ‘Alistair Theirin.’
        ‘Cullen Rutherford. I hear it’s Commander now. Well done, my friend.’
        The two clasped hands and clapped each other’s backs.
        ‘We have to stop meeting like this,’ said Alistair.
        ‘First Kinloch Hold, then Kirkwall, now here,’ said Cullen. ‘And demons just keep popping out of nowhere.’
        ‘First in the Circle Tower, then in the city, and now right out of the sky,’ said Alistair.
        ‘Makes you wonder if we’re ever going to quell demons long enough to keep them from popping up again,’ said Hawke.
        ‘That’s why you’re all here,’ said Areoelle. ‘If we can find a way to stop Corypheus, we will.’
        ‘Come, come. We have much to discuss.’ Cullen led the way up the steps, as the Inquisitor put him up to speed on their discoveries. ‘I’m sure you have much to discuss on the matter amongst yourselves. I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything from me, Inquisitor.’ He turned to Hawke and nodded. ‘A pleasure as always.’ He looked towards Alistair. ‘Come find me later; we’ll catch up.’
        He turned and headed towards one of Skyhold’s towers. Alistair found himself feeling somewhat wistful. He shrugged it off, focusing on the matter at hand.

* * *


        There was a knock at the door.
        ‘Come in.’ Cullen stopped pacing and looked up from his parchment. ‘Alistair!’ He was pleased the former Templar had taken him up on his offer for a catch-up. ‘It’s always good to see you.’ Cullen placed the parchment on his desk.
        ‘We seem to have odd jobs that somehow always bring us to the same place, at some point.’ Alistair had a smile on his face, but Cullen knew with what was happening at the moment, he must be having a difficult time of it.
        ‘How are you, truly?’ he asked, sobering.
        ‘Honestly? Sometimes I just want to bash my head into a wall,’ replied Alistair.
        ‘That bad?’
        ‘The echoing voices aren’t the worst part of it,’ said Alistair. ‘It’s the dreams. And it’s not even a real Calling.’
        ‘I’m sorry.’ He walked over to where Alistair stood and leaned back on his desk. ‘We knew Corypheus was dangerous, but this…’ He shook his head. The warden gave him a wan smile. Cullen reached for a bottle on one of the bookshelves behind him. ‘Brandy?’
        ‘Yes, please!’ Alistair chuckled. He inclined his head and Cullen followed his gaze to the broken shards of a lyrium bottle. He met his gaze.
        ‘I’ve stopped.’ Cullen was resolute in his decision and no longer wavering. Alistair’s eyes widened momentarily. ‘I wanted to break all ties to that past.’
        Cullen uncorked the bottle of brandy and poured some into two glasses.
        ‘Then I suppose it’s my turn to ask you how
you’re
doing,’ said Alistair.
        Cullen handed him one of the glasses. ‘I feel like ramming my entire body into a wall.’ Cullen tried to suppress a smile, but couldn’t help but feel relieved he could share openly with his fellow former Templar.
        ‘To bashing heads and ramming walls,’ said Alistair, raising his glass. Cullen echoed the toast, chuckling. ‘And to dashing gentlemen.’
        ‘That we are.’ Cullen smiled.
        The two sipped in silence for a moment. The brandy was warm in Cullen’s throat, coating it thickly, unlike lyrium, though stinging on the tongue just enough to help let the craving pass.
        Cullen opened his mouth to speak, and the two began talking at once. They stopped, laughing. Cullen took another sip, letting the other man speak. Even with all that was going on, Alistair was enthusiastic, much as Cullen remembered him from earlier encounters. It wasn’t that they had become friends as it were, but life always seemed to put them in each other’s paths. Cullen did appreciate the warden’s company, and couldn’t help notice that Alistair’s smile reassured him.

* * *


        The night air was crisp as the wind hit Alistair’s cheeks. Leaning over the parapet, Alistair closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh scent of the Frostbacks. Afar, he heard someone shouting.
        Alistair craned his neck, listening.
        ‘Get off me, you demon!’
        ‘That’s Cullen!’ Alistair gasped. Unsheathing his sword, he ran to the commander’s office; Cullen kept shouting in distress. Alistair kicked open the door, brandishing his sword, but only found Cullen in the room. He was sitting in his chair, his head had lolled back, and his body kept tensing as he mumbled and shouted.
        Letting out the breath he realised he’d been holding in, Alistair sheathed his sword and walked to Cullen’s side. He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady him.
        ‘Cullen. Cullen! Wake up.’
        ‘No, I won’t let you torture me, you fiend!’
        ‘It’s me, it’s Alistair. Cullen!’ Alistair gently shook Cullen.
        Jerking awake, Cullen shouted out, sitting upright. ‘Unhand me!’ He lifted his arm, his hand in a fist, then his eyes widened.
        ‘It’s all right, Cullen. You’re all right.’ Alistair soothed.
        ‘Alistair!’ Cullen let out a shaky breath. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. ‘What are you doing here?’
        ‘I heard you shouting,’ said Alistair. ‘Gave me a right fright, you did. Came ready to rescue you, you poor damsel.’
        ‘I, uh…heh. Thanks.’ Cullen shifted, leaning his elbows on his desk. ‘I was having a nightmare.’
        ‘Yes, I think I heard something about
demons
.’ Alistair elongated the word humorously, trying to make light of the situation. Cullen deflated. Alistair pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He placed a hand on Cullen’s shoulder. ‘You want to talk about it?’
        Cullen’s eyes deceived a yearning Alistair had never seen in him before. ‘I have never been able to speak of the horrors I saw at the Circle or in Kirkwall.’ He looked down at his hands. Gritting his teeth, Cullen balled his hands into fists. ‘What the mages did to me, what I had to do to them… Everything that Mederith commanded me to do that I blindly obeyed because I thought it was the
right thing
to do.’ Cullen looked at Alistair. ‘I was wrong. What happened was wrong; what I did was wrong. It haunts me every day.’
        ‘These things tend to,’ said Alistair. ‘But you’re not alone.’
        Cullen’s lips slowly curled into a warm smile. Alistair felt a tingle in his stomach, and he stared back at the man until the two let out a short laugh, turning away.
        ‘Did you really come to my rescue?’ asked Cullen, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
        ‘Would you have preferred I left you to fend off demons on your own?’ Alistair returned the amused smile.
        ‘You don’t think that I, Cullen Stanton Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition, can defeat a horde of demons?’
        ‘I think that I, Alistair Theirin, bastard son of the late King Maric Theirin and Grey Warden, can defeat a larger horde of demons.’
        ‘Oh-ho!’ laughed Cullen. He chuckled and playfully shoved Alistair.
        ‘There, all better?’
        Cullen beamed at Alistair, his eyes tender. ‘Yes. All better.’
        Again, the two men glanced fondly at each other for a long moment before turning away.
        ‘I should probably get back to reading reports,’ said Cullen, scratching the back of his neck.
        ‘They must be boring if you fell asleep on them,’ replied Alistair. He stood and walked to the door. ‘I’m just down the walkway if you need me.’
        ‘Thank you.’
        Alistair left Cullen’s office, shutting the door behind him. He took a few steps forward before looking back at the door. He smiled. Then he returned to the tower where he was staying, feeling light in his step.

* * *


        ‘The preparations are underway, Inquisitor,’ Cullen announced. Alistair knew he had been briefed about their discoveries at the Western Approach. ‘We’ll be ready to march on Adamant Fortress on your command.’
        This was it, and there was a pit in Alistair’s stomach. All the wardens who had fallen so far because of Corypheus... He would have to face them, perhaps even kill fellow wardens. He didn’t want it to come to that. But if they were turning each other into demons, they would leave him no choice.
        Alistair felt a hand on his arm, breaking him out of his reverie.
        ‘It’ll be all right,’ said Cullen, his voice reassuring.
Alistair nodded. ‘Of course. Perhaps we can put an end to all this madness.’
        ‘Indeed.’
        Alistair turned, ready for the travel to Adamant Fortress, determined. He closed his jaw tight, watching as everyone else filed out of the war room, but something kept him rooted in place.
        ‘What is it? What’s on your mind?’
        ‘Aside from fake archdemon whispers?’ Alistair gave Cullen a lopsided grin. ‘We’ve done things, you and I, things we aren’t proud of; we’ve seen things, things that haunt us every night.’ He paused. Cullen merely observed him, silent. ‘And every time we think, this...this was the exception, this was the nightmare I lived, and now everything is going to be fun banquets and cheese plates from now on. And then it happens again. And again we tell ourselves, this is the last nightmare I will face, and I won’t have to face another thing like this again.’ Alistair motioned his arm towards the door. ‘But I’m about to go face an army of fellow wardens who believe they’re about to die and who are doing atrocious acts out of desperation because they’re being manipulated by a being who was the very first darkspawn.’ He let his shoulders slump. ‘And I’m going to have to kill some of them.’ There was a long pause. ‘I’m tired of the nightmares, Cullen. I just want it all to end.’
        Cullen walked over to Alistair and placed both hands on his shoulders. His eyes showed concern, his lip quirked where was his scar, but his voice was calming. ‘You’re not alone.’
        Alistair felt his stomach flutter. ‘You stealing my words of reassurance?’
        Cullen cocked his head to the side. ‘I’m reciprocating.’
        Alistair reflexively placed his hand on Cullen’s; the man took Alistair's hand in his and gently squeezed.
        ‘I’ll be there; we’ll all be there. And we’ll stop this nightmare...together.’
        Alistair nodded, and he pulled Cullen into an embrace. ‘Thank you.’
        The two parted, awkwardly taking a step back, and then regrouped with the Inquisition’s army.

* * *


        Cullen watched in horror from the other side of the parapet as the fortress’s floor gave way. Corypheus’s dragon crashed into the others. The Inquisitor, Hawke, Alistair, and some of the Inquisition’s members Cullen had come to view as friends, were all running as the stone beneath them crumbled.
        The group plummeted down the cliff.
        ‘No!’ Cullen shouted.
        A green flash of light blinded his vision momentarily. When he looked back, he could not see any of them.
        ‘Inquisitor? Inquisitor! Alistair! Hawke!’
        Cullen watched the carnage around him, while demons swarmed the parapets still. Grey Wardens fought other Grey Wardens; Inquisition soldiers clamoured about, asking their fellow soldiers what had just happened.
        Cullen’s chest pounded with terror, trying to focus back on the task at hand. He was given no choice but to tear his gaze away from the cliff when a rage demon came right at him. He unsheathed his sword and sliced at the demon a few times, letting out his anger. The demon disappeared back into the ground.
        ‘Commander! Commander!’ A soldier approached. Cullen looked up. ‘It appears the Inquisitor and the others have disappeared.’
        There was a pause.
        ‘Disappeared how?’
        ‘We’re not certain. After using the mark, the Inquisitor and the others just disappeared. They are nowhere to be found.’
        ‘That’s not possible,’ Cullen muttered, letting it sink in, knowing that it was very well possible. ‘Where are they then?’
        ‘Inquisitor Lavellan seems to have created a rift with the mark and the entire group entered it.’
        ‘Then they still live.’ A wave of relief washed over Cullen. He took hold of the parapet to steady himself. He felt as though his knees would buckle beneath him, and a knot in his stomach loosened and then tightened again. He scowled; this was not the result of a lyrium craving. No, it was more than that. Dread sunk into him. He swallowed hard. ‘Could the Inquisitor have indeed entered the Fade again, like at the breach?’
        ‘We’re not sure, Commander, but that is what we think might have happened.’
        Cullen collected his thoughts. There would be time for questions later. ‘I want you to round up our soldiers. Help the wardens fighting alongside us defend the area. Take up positions over there,’ Cullen pointed, ‘and down there.’
        ‘Where will you be, Commander?’
        Cullen looked back at the place where Alistair and the Inquisitor had disappeared. He whispered. ‘I’ll be waiting, and hoping our friends still live.’

* * *


        It felt like an eternity had passed before there was a crackling sound of magic. The rift in the centre of Adamant glowed, flashed, and Cullen saw Dorian, the Iron Bull and Cole step out of the rift.
        Cullen swallowed hard, waiting, but no one else followed. ‘What happened?’ he demanded.
        ‘We were in the Fade!’ said Dorian
        ‘Physically!?’ Cullen looked at the rift. ‘Where are the Inquisitor, Alistair and Hawke?’
        ‘They were right behind us,’ said Iron Bull, glancing behind him. The Qunari man shuddered.
        Cullen’s heart sank. He stared at the rift, the bright green light making his eyes hurt.
        ‘He stands, shivering in the cold of his fears, afraid of loss,’ said Cole. ‘He cares, and he wants to protect. He is protected.’
        Finally, the Inquisitor emerged from the rift, followed by Alistair.
        Cullen clenched his jaw and squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath of relief, albeit a shaky one.
        And then the Inquisitor closed the rift, and Cullen realised that Hawke was not returning with them. He let that sink in as he listened to the accounts of what had happened inside the Fade. He tried to make sense of the emotions whirling through his mind.
        ‘Alistair,’ he whispered as the man bowed to the Inquisitor, turning towards Cullen. ‘I’m sorry about Hawke.’ Alistair nodded. Cullen hesitated. ‘You nearly sacrificed yourself?’
        ‘I would have faced the real nightmare to protect those in this world from it,’ replied Alistair.
        ‘The real nightmare would have been you failing to return from the Fade,’ Cullen admitted.
        Alistair smiled, his eyes deep and tender. Then he winced, clutching his side.
        ‘Will you be okay?’ asked Cullen.
        ‘The wardens will patch me up as we travel. I’ve healed far worse wounds than this.’ He began to strut along, then paused. ‘You should visit me at Weisshaupt sometime.’ He smiled again before continuing on his way.
        Cullen watched him leave for a long moment, feeling a sense of yearning, before returning his attention to the Inquisitor.

* * *


        ‘Yes, I want everything recorded in the archives,’ said Alistair, turning to leave the archivist’s office. He stopped mid-stride, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the man who stood in the doorway. ‘Cullen!’
        ‘I hope you’re up for some company,’ said Cullen. ‘It’s been a rather long voyage.’
        Alistair grinned. ‘For you, always.’ He ushered him to follow. ‘I’m glad you’re here.’ He stopped and turned to Cullen. He opened his arms and embraced the man. ‘It’s been far too long.’
        ‘That, it has.’ They resumed walking. ‘I must apologise for not arriving sooner.’
        ‘You’re a busy man,’ said Alistair, trying to hide the wave of disappointment he felt.
        ‘Well, not anymore.’ Cullen lowered his voice. ‘I don’t know if you’ve heard but...the Inquisition...we’re lying low.’
        ‘I heard,’ said Alistair. ‘I also heard there was some downtime after Corypheus’s defeat.’ Alistair had to admit he was hurt, even if just a little, though his tone came out more bitter than he had intended.
        Cullen stopped mid-stride. ‘I’m sorry. There was still much to be done. As the Inquisition’s Commander I…’ He paused. ‘I was needed.’
        ‘And now?’ Alistair prompted.
        ‘Now we prepare for the next big threat, but we can’t let him know we’re searching for him.’
        ‘Solas?’
        ‘Solas.’
        ‘I would have thought you’d pay me a visit sooner,’ Alistair admitted.
        ‘I would have hoped I’d be able to as well,’ said Cullen. ‘After what happened at Adamant… I was relieved you lived. I... ‘ He scratched the back of his neck. ‘It’s good to see you.’
        The two men stood staring at each other in the middle of the hall as wardens walked past them in both directions, unheeding.
        ‘Brandy?’ Alistair finally said, breaking the silence.
        ‘Yes, please!’ Cullen smiled.
        Alistair led him to his private chamber. The sun was setting across the desert; the air coming in through the window was cool. The room was still warm from the day’s heat, and it was nice to feel the fresh air on his skin, though desert nights did tend to be chilly, and Alistair enjoyed having a tempered room.
        He removed his chest piece vest and threw it on a chair that sat near the fireplace.
        ‘A long day’s work always deserves a good drink.’ Alistair poured them some of the brandy from an old gold coloured bottle. ‘A long trip deserves a good drink.’
        Cullen took the glass, but instead of drinking from it, he placed it on the small table.
        ‘I’m sorry, Alistair.’ His expression was grave. ‘I should have come sooner.’ He looked down.
        Alistair felt his heart beating in his chest. He put the drink down, not having taken a sip either.
        ‘I kept telling myself there were matters I needed to attend to,’ Cullen went on. ‘But I knew at Adamant that what I felt, I would not be able to ignore forever.’ Alistair swallowed, as Cullen walked closer to him. ‘And what has been haunting me since is not the demons, but the fear I felt at the thought of you dying and me never being able to tell how I feel about you.’
        ‘So you delayed?’ Alistair crossed his arms.
        ‘Yes. I delayed.’
        ‘Because you feared what?’ Alistair wanted to understand and make sense of what he himself was feeling. He was happy to see Cullen, and perhaps during the time they’d been away from each other, he’d suppressed his feelings for the man, but now that Cullen stood before him, he felt a whole slew of emotions that warred within him.
        ‘Because my fantasies were better than a fate without you in my life,’ said Cullen.
        Alistair could barely hear his thoughts above the sound of his beating heart.
        ‘You should have come sooner and saved us both the trouble of waiting,’ said Alistair.
        ‘You never returned to Skyhold,’ Cullen countered, crossing his arms and shifting his weight.
        Alistair couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘I suppose that’s fair.’ Alistair gave Cullen a curt nod. ‘After settling the wardens and attending to many matters here, there was always more, and I was far from the Frostback Mountains.’ Alistair shifted uneasily. ‘I guess, what I’m trying to say is, while I hoped you’d visit me, and every now and then felt disappointed or angry you weren’t even taking the time to write to me, I was also making excuses not to go see you. Life always puts us in each other’s paths. I suppose I was waiting for that to happen again rather than make it happen.’
        ‘And then two years went by,’ said Cullen. There was longing in his eyes, and a sorrow Alistair himself felt.
        ‘So, how
do
you feel about me?’
        Cullen looked taken aback. He scratched the back of his neck again, his eyes darting this way and that, until he fixed Alistair again.
        ‘I care about you, that much I know. I feel a connection I’ve never experienced before. I don’t know what it means, but when I think of you, my heart palpitates and I…’ He brought his hand to his stomach, closing it into a fist, ‘I feel a twist in my stomach that is so sublime it fills me with trepidation.’ Alistair felt a flutter and his heart quickened. Cullen worked his jaw for an earnest moment before speaking again. ‘That’s how I feel, what I can put into words, at least. The rest, I suppose I’d like to discover.’
        Alistair took a moment to collect his thoughts, staring back at Cullen, whose gaze was intent.
        ‘Well,’ said Alistair, elongating the word, ‘it appears it’s your lucky day because this dashing gentleman,’ Alistair said, taking a few steps towards Cullen until he stood mere inches away from him, ‘cares about you too.’ Cullen’s mouth quirked into a smile. ‘I felt our bond at Skyhold,’ Alistair went on. ‘I feel light when I’m around you, and this thing you say you feel in your gut, it tingles through my entire body.’ Alistair inclined his head towards Cullen. ‘So let’s set aside all the reasons and explanations and make up for lost time.’
        Cullen let out a short laugh. ‘Very well.’
        The two stood a moment longer in silence, hearts beating fast, staring intently, and this time, not looking away after a time.
        ‘One of us is going to have to make the first move,’ said Alistair.
        Cullen laughed nervously, scratching his neck. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze was so fierce, Alistair felt a tingle run through his body.
        Cullen took a step closer, bringing his face almost touching Alistair’s. Alistair brought his hand to Cullen’s face, caressing the scar on his lip. Alistair leaned in, Cullen leaned in the rest. They hesitated; Alistair breathed in, Cullen’s warm breath smelled of the Frostbacks. Their lips met for the first time, gently touching, before parting again.
        Cullen’s breath hitched; Alistair held in his. And then Cullen’s lips were on his again, pressing and devouring hungrily. The Commander tasted like sweet pine tea. Alistair groaned as he gently bit Cullen’s lower lip. The two men took a step away from each other. And then their arms were wrapped around each other, tugging at each other’s clothes and armour.
        Alistair took Cullen’s face in his hands, kissing fervently, only stopping to catch his breath from time to time. Armour clanged as it fell to the ground. Lifting Cullen's shirt, Alistair put his hands on Cullen's chest, feeling his body, while Cullen’s hands danced across Alistair’s back. He placed his hands in Alistair’s trousers, squeezing his bum.
        ‘Admit it,’ whispered Alistair, ‘you kept staring at my bum and wishing you could grab it.’        
        ‘I’m going to do a lot more than just grab it,’ said Cullen, his voice husky with desire.
        With a hand on Alistair’s back, Cullen pulled Alistair closer to him, pressing himself against him, and with his other hand, loosening Alistair’s pants. His hands moved towards his groin and Alistair let out a moan of rapture.
        Alistair lifted Cullen’s shirt off and began to nibble his chest.
        ‘I always wondered what you looked like under all that armour.’ Alistair chuckled, then moaned again, feeling Cullen fondle him. ‘You certainly know how to handle me.’
        Cullen chuckled, low and gruff, as the two men continued to devour and undress each other.


        Once the two were naked, Alistair took a step back, admiring what he saw. The veins on Cullen’s large taut arm muscles protruded, stealing the focus from the scars the man bore; his bulging pectorals flexed with his heaving chest, mirroring Alistair’s own heaving chest, the rise and fall of his breath increasing, as did his arousal. Alistair’s gaze fell to Cullen’s lower region as the man stood tall and erect, where veins bulged and snaked towards a smooth tip, and he clocked the commander’s lustful gaze upon Alistair’s erect form.
        Alistair met Cullen’s eyes, which were dark with desire. Cullen took a step towards Alistair, grabbing hold of him, kissing him fiercely.
        Their hands danced across each other's bodies; Alistair wanted to feel every inch of Cullen. He began nibbling him again, working his way down. He lapped at him before tasting him in his mouth, sucking, licking, devouring. Cullen groaned, taking a step back and taking hold of the fireplace mantel to steady himself. Alistair kept on sucking.
        Suddenly, Cullen took another step back, pulling away from Alistair. Alistair gave him a mock pout. Cullen smiled slyly. He turned and grabbed a candle, tossing it into the fireplace, lighting a fire that gave the ever dimming room a warm glow.
        ‘You look like you have something in mind,’ said Alistair, noting the lustre on Cullen’s skin from the fire.
        Cullen walked back towards Alistair. ‘I want to thrust myself into you, buck with you, and I want you to spray for me.’
        ‘Make me do it, Commander.’ Alistair teased.
        Cullen kissed him hungrily before slowly turning him around. Cullen took hold of his erection, moving his hand up and downthe sensation titillatingand he thrust himself into him from behind, bucking forward. Alistair shouted out as a wave of elation washed over him. Cullen’s other hand found Alistair’s perineum, and he began to gently massage.
        Alistair felt his body heat rise as Cullen continued. Cullen kissed his neck, licking up to his earlobe and nibbling it.
        Alistair leaned his head back, bucking with Cullen. ‘Uah, yes,’ he whispered.
        Cullen began to go faster, groaning with every thrust. He moved his hands away from Alistair’s groin for a moment to find and gently pinch Alistair’s nipples. The sensation was tantalising and Alistair wanted more of it.
        ‘Keep going like this,’ he cried.
        Alistair gripped the edges of the fireplace mantel as Cullen shouted out, bucking and thrusting.
        Cullen placed both hands on Alistair’s waist, and Alistair felt him spill his elation inside of him. Cullen shouted, long and loud, before leaning his head on the back of Alistair’s neck. He pulled himself out, coming around to face Alistair and kissed him, his hands finding his mark again.
        Cullen lowered himself and took Alistair in his mouth, sucking fervently, and Alistair let out a loud groan. Then Cullen continued with his hand, his tongue finding his perineum and licking vigorously.
        Alistair held onto the mantel, gripping even more tightly. Cullen’s other hand moved to his bum, and he inserted his fingers into his rectum. Thrusting and licking, Cullen continued his pulsating grip on Alistair.
        Alistair’s breath came faster, his body sweating, his pelvis bucking until finally, his elation erupted right into the fire, and he let out a long, loud scream that slowly lowered in intensity. Cullen rose, gliding his hand across Alistair’s chest, spreading his spill over his body; a satisfied grin spread across the man’s lips. Alistair moaned, spasming and biting his lower lip.
        He stared at Cullen before their lips met again, kissing just as fervently. Still hard, they began rubbing on each other, moving their pelvises up and down. One hand behind Cullen’s neck, Alistair used the other to grip his bum. Cullen held Alistair tightly as the two moved faster.
        Foreheads leaning on each other and breathing heavily, Alistair felt another wave of ecstasy. He looked down as he and Cullen groaned, spilling over onto each other. The sight of the milky foam sent a surge through Alistair’s body, and he continued to slide up and down, rubbing every bit of their spills all over each other’s stomachs.
        Alistair bent and licked Cullen’s erection. ‘Delicious.’
        Cullen pulled him back up, bending, in turn, to take him in his mouth again, licking him clean. Cullen came back up, grinning. Alistair noticed a bit of his spill on the side of Cullen’s mouth. He licked it off before pressing his lips to Cullen’s, kissing him hungrily for another long moment.
        Cullen took a deep breath.
        ‘How does it feel to tell the man you’ve been pining over for years how you feel about him?’ asked Alistair.
        ‘I’m not sure,’ replied Cullen. ‘I think I have to tell him again, and then I’ll have to devour him and thrust myself into him again, just to be sure I know exactly how I feel about it.’
        Chuckling, the two let themselves fall over onto the bed. Cullen held Alistair’s arms above his head as he kissed him.
        Alistair wrapped his legs around Cullen. ‘I can go all night,’ he whispered.
        And the two began sliding up and down each other again.

“The Warden and the Commander” is written by Celinka Serre (2022).

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