#bat!dorian

[moustashleighdabbles]

Simple Pleasures

This is a gift for @dorian--rutherford !!! I apologise for my lateness, but I hope this makes you feel better <3 You are deserving of much happiness and great things. 

The warm bubbles filled the room with lavender, water slowly rocking him into a blissful sleep. It had been a long week, trekking through Emprise du Lion, having his fingers frozen off and the threat of red lyrium always looming over him. Why the Inquisitor had thought it was a good idea to bring him he had no clue. He did not like the cold, trapping through the snow or Blackwalls incessant muttering.

He let the tension fall from his shoulders. It was over, he was back now in the heat of his room. Soon, after he had cleaned off all the muck from traveling, he would take a trip to his dear commanders office. Each night he had wished to be lying in bed next to the handsome warrior who made him feel whole again. Each night he had curled up hoping to feel a warm hand on the back of his neck and warmer lips chasing away the cold. But sadly he only had Varric’s snoring and the biting winds to keep him company.

Shocked out of his inner monologue, that was settling him deeper into the water, he sat bolt upright.

“Apologies my love, I couldn’t resist, you looked so beautiful.”

“Oh amatus.” Dorians shock turned into a wide smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He reached up to pull Cullers scared lips down to his. He needed this. He needed him. They stayed like that, Dorian holding onto him like his life depended on it, and Cullen as his anchor, soothing circles into his back just above the water.

“Care to join me?” Dorian said cheekily, he was kind enough to ask rather than just pulling the man down into the large copper tub with him.

All Cullen did was chuckle and pulled back slightly more, just out of reach of his lovers gilded fingers. He walked and collected some scented oils from the shelf as well as a soft cloth. He wished to pamper his mage, more so now than ever. Delicately pouring it onto the pristine fabric he smiled down at his mage before planting a small kiss on his forehead. Moving to his back he silently instructed Dorian to lean forward, small pushes and hums manoeuvring him until they were sat comfortably, Dorian leaning forward in the tub with Cullen leaning into the water, wetting the fabric. He started at his neck, using his hands and the oiled cloth to gently sooth his tight muscles, slow steady circles in his bronze skin. Brushing out along his shoulders Dorian gave a small moan of pleasure as nicks were worked out of his back. Aches leaving him that he didn't even know he had. Moving down his spine Cullen methodically worked each muscle until it was loose and Dorian was almost at one with the water he sat in, head lolled forward and slow breaths coming with each flow of the water as he moved.

All too soon Cullen was done, he gently lay the boneless Dorian back and kissed his damp hair. Quietly cleaning away the bottles and oils that had been added to the still steaming water.

“You look beautiful.” Cullen couldn’t help the words falling from his lips, breaking the soothing silence that hang above them.

“I do, amatus. You need to do that to me more often, I never thought I could feel this relaxed.” He murmured, eyes half lidded and slack jawed.

“Come, lets get you dry and we can go and get some food.” A pout drew itself of those bowed lips, but he complied all the same. Dorian wished to curl up with his warrior almost as much as he would like to stay in this bath forever, hold onto the feeling he has of being loved in this very second. But the warmth of Cullers hand on his arm reminded him of the deeper love he felt when in that mans arms.

Slowly standing, Cullen brought over a soft towel and wrapped it round his shoulders, laying his hands on his biceps before pulling him in to one more kiss.

“I know a better way to dry off.” Dorian said, and in a puff of rich purple smoke, he flapped up into the high ceiling, round twice before swooping down to the bed. Cullen could help but laugh at his lover, now contently settling on a pillow, all fluffed up from his flight. Slowly Cullen sat on the bed and lay his head next to his small fluffy lover. Even in bat form he still had such grace, but it was now hidden under a fluffy exterior.

He couldn’t help gently booping Dorians nose, he looked too cute and so relaxed. A look that he expected was supposed to be intimidating instead looked as if he was smiling, deep brown eyes with flecks of silver looked up at him. He was so close he could hear the content chitter coming form his small lover. Dorian shuffled forwards towards Cullen head, that rested on the pillow beside him. A small lick on his nose and a question in his eyes. Soon there was a golden glow and Cullen shifted, now his paws reached out to draw Dorian onto his neck. They settled in the plush bed, without a care in the world until rumblings of their hungry stomachs would wake them in a few hours. Until then they could just lie in safety, here, with one another.

[moustashleighdabbles]

Puppy training

For @dorian--rutherford :3 Cute fluff and happy days for you!! Hope your days get better!!! 

“Cullen? Cullen, where are you?” The door to his office slammed shut, not from the gusting winds of the mountains but at the furious mage who just swept in. “Cullen!” Called the mage. He stood in the centre of his office, a foot tapping impatiently and a damp blanket held aloft in his hand.

“Cullen, I’m not asking again!” He had a hard bite to his voice. Cullen shrunk further into the corner behind his desk. His tail curled under him and his head lay as flat to the ground as he could. He thought about skulking out to his mage, but Dorian sounded so angry he couldn’t bring himself to move. Making himself as small as he could he resigned himself to his fate.

Dorian finally appeared from around his desk, a frown creased his brows but the fire in his eyes was a low ember rather than the blazing inferno Cullen was expecting. A sigh escaped him and he dropped the embroidered Tevene blanket to the floor, directly in front of Cullen’s nose. Yelping he sat and pushed himself further into the corner, fear still running high in him. He scrambled on the floor, claws skittering on the stone, sat pressed into the corner looking up at Dorian hoping he would forgive his nature. Those stormy eyes cooled and his face softened. Cullen cocked his head confused at the mages behaviour. What he had done was unforgivable even although it had been an accident. The deep reds and blues of the rug now ruined by his uncontrollable bladder. Dorian just stared at him.

“Cullen you need to change so you can tell me why this happened.” He was calm but there was a tension in his frame and a slight frown on his lips. He was not happy Cullen could tell that much. “Puppy eyes will not work on me.”

Cullen would confess that he had hoped they would work on the mage. His golden eyes stayed unblinking hoping to sway his angry lover otherwise. Bowing his head he let out a low wine his tail flicking as he leaned toward the hand on Dorians knee. Nudging it with his nose he wriggled his head so Dorians fingers laced with his golden fur. It almost worked as Dorians eyes softened for him and he started petting his head. But either the smell of the rug or Cullen getting too over enthusiastic wagging his tail made Dorian still and pull away.

“I said it wouldn’t work you disgraceful pup. Change and tell me what happened or I leave.” A golden glow and Cullen stood before him rubbing the back of his neck, he really didn't know how to explain, or at least not in a way that would placate Dorian. Being glared at by the mage didn't help, his arms were crossed and an impatient tap tap tap came from his foot. Looking for the right words took too long evidently and Dorian was suddenly engulfed in his purple glow and a flutter of black leather wings took him off out of the rafters.

Cullen was left alone with the stinking blanket. He looked at it dejectedly at it, then at the gap that Dorian had flown off through. He should have just told the truth, and Dorian would have forgiven him (after some mocking) then all would be well. But now he had a weight in his stomach. Having come into his change recently he was still a pup in his other form, and uncontrollable pup with bladder issues. All he had done was sleep in Dorians rooms whilst he was away, he missed him more at night when there was nothing to distract him. Crawling into the bed and being surrounded by the smells of his lover had staved off the ache he felt. But sadly he could not get to the door in time when the urge took him and he had messed all over, what he though was a generic blanket, but what had turned out to be one of Dorians childhood possession he had brought from Tevinter when he left.

A deep breath and Cullen picked up the blanket. Determined to fix this he headed to the servants quarters.

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The sun sat low and heavy on the horizon, a warm orange light illuminated Dorians alcove. The mage looked as if he was glowing whilst he sat there and read, something undoubtedly dull because the look on Dorians face suggested he was about to fall asleep. Cullen had spent most of the day down in the bowels of Skyhold, confusing the servants by getting his hands dirty in the washers. He had used the finest soaps softest brushed to clean the blanket that had been left in his office. Now neatly folded in a cloth bag, a note written in his best hand writing had been placed on top of it. His apology was brief but he hoped it would portray the amount of regret he felt.

He picked up the handles and trotted over to the chair the mage was slumped it. As soon as the clicks of his claws were heard Dorian looked up, a frown of confusion misted over his face. All Cullen could do now was hope.

“Have you come to explain?” Placing the bag on Dorians lap Cullen sat obediently by his chair, tail swishing lightly as he bowed his head. A few moments passed as Dorian stared at Cullen, perhaps expecting him to change, but it never came. Instead he let out a sigh and put his book down. Opening the bag he lifted the note first and put it to one side, Cullen whined and nudged the note but Dorian just tapped him on the nose and shook his head.

“No, if you aren't going to explain to me in words I will not read your note.” He said firmly. Cullen could feel his anger held carefully below the surface. Dorian lifted the blanket out, neatly folded and tied with a ribbon. He was unreadable in that moment. Cullen thought it may have been better trying to stammer out an apology, but then a smile graced those beautiful lips. He caressed the fabric, slowly running his fingers over the embroidery, golden threads mingled with golds and blues.

“You’re a silly dog lord you know that?” Dorian was smiling fully and unreserved now. Cullers tail thumped on the ground and he was barely containing his happiness at the fact Dorian was smiling at him. “Although I know why you did it, I shouldn't blame you, you couldn't have know. But it did hurt. As much as I bad mouth my home, it is still my home and this was one thing that made me remember why love it.” He placed his hand on Cullen’s head and scratched him behind the ear, he was so glad to be forgiven, he wished he'd had the courage to do it sooner.

Words were not needed now, a purple glow and a small bundle of black fur greeted him. Cullen jumped up onto the chair to curl around his mage, Dorian climbed onto the thicker golden fur of his neck and licked him thoroughly. They stayed like that for the evening before Cullen walked his sleeping mage back to their quarters.

The morning Dorian awoke to the smell of toasting bread, honeys, jams and coffee. Snuffling the air he stretched his wings out and shook his head to get out that last recesses of sleep. Fluttering his wings he lifted off the bed and landed beside Cullen who was sat in his sleep shirt with two plates of freshly made toast and a kettle of fresh roasted coffee. Sleepily Cullen lifted a generously covered slice to his mouth when Dorian took the opportunity to lift it from his had. Setting it not the table he lapped up the sweet jam and honey. Cullen looked at him dumbfounded. Changing Dorian sat grinning at him.

“You piss on my blanket, I steal your food. Fair?” It was Dorians turn to look dumbfounded as Cullen leaned up to kiss the jam off his nose, a cheeky grin on his face he kissed Dorian again softly on his lips.

“Anything for you Love.” Lazy kisses and sweet morning toast. Nothing could be better.

I have only proof read this once, please tell me if anything is iffy!!