Summary: Slyus and Astarion have finally had enough of your teasing games, they decide mutually that it's time to show you what happens when you tease two vampires for too long.
Your knees were supported by a lush pillow as you knelt on the floor, completely naked, your mouth was full. Slyus and Astarion decided it was time to finally have fun with you. They stood above you, fully naked, their hard cocks in your mouth.
Your cheeks stretched and saliva ran down your chin as you took them both, your fingers circling your clit eagerly. Both pulled out, Slyus stepped back for a moment as he pumped his cock, his eyes never leaving yours as you took Astarion's cock into your mouth.
The vampire sighed as you sheathed yourself on him, the head of his cock touching the back of your throat, you withdrew with a gag, leaving his cock slick with saliva. Astarion bit his lip, he tangled his fingers into your hair as you sucked him, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head back and forth.
You swirled your tongue on the underside of Astarion's length, making him moan for you. You remained eye contact with him, your make up running down your cheeks as the tears in your eyes welled, they were big and made you gag, but you loved every second of it.
Despite wanting to continue to feel the warmth of your mouth around his cock, Astarion withdrew himself with a whine. You took the time to recover, catching your breath.
After you had a bit of time, Slyus approached you and stood above you, you didn't hesitate to grab the base of his cock, he groaned in response, twitching your hand. You licked a long strip up his cock from his balls to his head, he shuddered and moaned softly. It took every fiber in his being to not thrusted forward and start fucking your throat. He was a degenerate, sure, but he was still respectful. He fought off his instincts, opting for grabbing your hair instead.
You started slow as you took him into your mouth, filling your throat with his length, his legs nearly gave out as you took him whole. Astarion smirked beside the two of you.
"That's a good girl, swallow the bard's cock, darling." He purred making you moan, the vibrations made Slyus falter. You felt him tense, you rested your hands on his thighs and went faster, taking him down your throat, making him crumble.
Slyus threw his head back, moaning loudly. Astarion bit his lip as he watched, pumping his cock slowly.
When you started to gag, you withdrew and let go of Slyus's cock with a loud pop. He sighed as he took a moment to recover. You stood slowly, you turned to Astarion and kissed him deeply, he didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around your waist.
Slyus once himself again, came up behind you, he rested his hands on your shoulders, he leaned down kissing your neck. You could feel his fangs teasing your skin, then he started to suck on your pulse point, giving you a love bite.
Astarion's hands roamed your body, he ran his hands down your spine before finally settling on your ass, he gave your cheeks a firm squeeze before giving them a hard smack, making you moan into his mouth.
Slyus ran his hands down your shoulders, he reached under your armpits and wrapped his arms around your chest, massaging your breasts. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, earning a yelp from you, making Astarion chuckle.
Slyus moved across your neck and shoulder, leaving love bites all over your skin as his hands continued to work on your breasts. Astarion's tongue swirled around yours as he kissed you deeper. You held onto him, you felt his cock twitching against your pelvis while Slyus's cock twitched against the small of your back.
Both men were leaking precum, eager for more, but drawing it out as long as they could. Astarion pulled away from you, allowing you to catch your breath.
You turned around and faced Slyus now, once you recovered and got your breath back, he crashed his lips into yours, eagerly searching for your tongue, once he found it, not only did he use his to stimulate it, but he sucked on it too, earning a long moan from you.
Astarion glided to his knees, he massaged your ass, he gave your cheek a chaste kiss before he started to stimulate your aching cunt. You broke Slyus's kiss as you cried out, you held onto the half elf's shoulder.
Astarion's tongue dragged along your folds, his lips pursing as he sucked your cunt. You shuddered as you buried your face into Slyus's chest, he held you and chuckled. Your legs quivered as Astarion's tongue plunged inside you. Slyus being the cheeky bastard he was, snaked his hand between the two of you and rubbed your clit, you clung to him and stuck your ass out, giving Astarion better access.
"Be a good girl and cum for us, hm?" Slyus whispered against your ear, your legs trembled, your breath ragged as you felt the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. Slyus got in an awkward position just to suck your nipples, that stimulation was what brought you to your orgasm.
You wailed as you came, you trembled violently, losing your balance, Slyus stopped sucking and stood to catch you, your nectar covered Astarion's mouth, he lapped up every drop he was offered.
Once you came down from your high, Astarion stood, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Slyus led you to the bed.
Astarion was the first to lay down, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against his chest, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your back. He leaned back, taking you with him.
Slyus got on the bed next, he got between your legs, pushing them open and holding them there. Astarion on the other hand, ran his fingers along your slick heat, you shuddered, still sensitive, but you liked it.
Slyus put your legs over his shoulders, before settling between your legs, he tucked his arms under you, holding you still. Astarion helped out by using both hands to spread your lips, you moaned. Slyus dragged the flat of his tongue against your wet heat. You shuddered and tried closing your legs, by Slyus's body was preventing that.
He lapped his tongue against your folds like a man starved, Astarion held you open, moaning with both of you, his cock twitching against you still. Slyus rutted lazily into the mattress as he ate you out. His nose brushing your clit every once in a while, making you buck your hips or to the best of your ability.
Slyus moved his mouth from your cunt to kiss along your inner thighs, he looked up at you then, his crimson eyes asking for your permission. You knew almost immediately what he was asking. You nodded your head, your mind still swimming with lust.
Astarion kissed your jaw and whispered against your ear,
"Use your words, darling. We do not bite unless we hear you consent." He reminded you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down at Slyus between your legs. His eyes still glimmering mischievously.
"I want you to bite me, Slyus." You said as clearly as you could, the bard smiled and turned back to your inner thigh, his fangs punctured your skin. You shuddered as you moaned for him. Slyus held your thigh as he drank from you, his moans increasing in pitch and his rutting getting quicker.
Astarion let go of your lips for the time being and ran his hands up your body, he massaged your breasts, making you lean into him, moaning. Slyus pulled off you, his lips painted red, he licked his lips before licking his bite on your thigh. Closing the wound almost immediately.
He sat up on his knees, keeping your legs open. You looked at him with Astarion, who smirked. Slyus slid into you easily, you were soaking for them. You and Slyus both let out long moans as he filled you. Astarion bit his lip and spread your lips once more, you shuddered, and your hips bucked instinctively.
Slyus held your legs open as he drove into you, the curve of his cock allowed him to reach deep inside you, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix while gliding against that sweet spot that made you crumble.
Astarion kissed your neck and just like Slyus had, started to suck on your pulse point, also leaving love bites along your neck and shoulders. Slyus moved one hand from your leg to use his thumb against your clit.
You arched into him and cried out for him, Slyus kept his eyes on you, watching your expressions. You closed your own eyes and lolled your head, Astarion moved one hand from your cunt and grabbed your jaw.
He made you look towards Slyus,
"Look at the beautiful bard, darling. Watch him as you fucks you." Astarion said in a lewd tone, you whimpered as you watched the bard. His eyes were half lidded, his thrusts were erratic, he was enjoying you.
Slyus had the full intent to fuck you a bit longer before allowing Astarion a turn with you, but then you surprised both of them with a request.
"I want you both." You rasped suddenly, Slyus's thrusts stopped completely as he looked at you, perplexed, Astarion craned his neck to look at you better.
"Excuse me?" He said, you still felt his hard cock against your back, you craved them both.
"I want you both." You said more clearly, your cheeks suddenly growing hot. You grew shy as you looked at them and added,
"At the same time."
"Are you sure?" Slyus asked you,
"Darling, are you sure you can handle that?" Astarion said, though the teasing in his voice was apparent. You had made your decision and nodded your head meekly as you looked between the two vampires.
They exchanged a look with each other briefly before obliging with your request. Slyus pulled out of you for a moment as you got adjusted, you laid completely on Astarion now as he laid down.
"Try to be gentle." You asked them, they nodded considerately. Slyus walked on his knees to you, he slapped his cock on your cunt and slid himself against your slick heat. Astarion meanwhile, licked his fingers getting them wet, he moved to your ass, and you tensed, realizing you weren't clear.
"I meant both of you in my cunt." You blurted out, now that really got their attention,
"We're the same size, darling. I'm not sure that would work." Astarion told you,
"Can you try?" You asked, your voice was on the edge of begging them.
"We can, but if it's too much tell us, and we'll stop." Slyus told you with a kind smile. You melted, both of them were so considerate and sinful at the same time, it made you weak.
"I will." You agreed. Slyus lined himself up and pushed into you first, then Astarion was careful as he followed, much to the surprise of you all, both of them were able to sheath themselves inside your cunt.
You moaned low and flexed your fingers against nothing, loving the feeling of being filled up. You were so wet, that both of them were able to move freely. Astarion and Slyus moaned in sync with you and each other.
Both of their cocks worked inside you, stretching you wide and hitting your sweet spot, you were writhing and whimpering. You held your breasts and massaged them yourself as the two vampires started to fuck you.
Slyus dug his nails into the skin of your thighs, his brow furrowed and his fangs fully exposed, he was moaning loud, he loved it. Astarion was groaning beneath you, quieter, but loud enough for you to hear. His nails dug into your hips as he bucked his hips up into you.
Slyus's hips snapped forwards in quick succession, he started to stutter with his movements.
"Fuck me harder!" You wailed, giving them permission. Both of them went hard and faster.
Astarion still holding your hips as he fucked you, growled into your ear.
"Look at you, darling." He rasped, the bard spoke next,
"Taking both of our cocks like a good girl." Slyus finished the sentence. You whimpered at their words. Astarion grazed your neck, teasing your skin with his fangs.
"Darling, may I?" He asked, you nodded as you spoke,
"Yes, you may." You replied as clear as you could muster. Astarion didn't hesitate a moment longer and bit into your neck. You wailed while he moaned into you.
Slyus leaned down, still driving his cock into you. He met your lips with his, his tongue brushed your lips asking for access, you opened your mouth further and his tongue plunged into your mouth. He brushed against the roof of your mouth before swirling his tongue on the underside of your own.
You moaned into the kiss, holding on to him, he folded you as he put your leg over his shoulder to fuck you deeper. You cried into his mouth because that made Astarion go deeper too.
Astarion drank from you greedily, growling ferally into you as he got closer to the edge. Slyus's movements began to falter, he was getting really close too.
As they fucked you deep, kissing you and drinking from you, you crumbled and your second orgasmed crashed into you like a tidal wave. You broke Slyus's kiss, screaming their names. You contracted tightly, turning both vampire men carnal. They fucked you even harder and faster as you rode out your orgasm, coating both of their cocks with your nectar.
"Fuck." Slyus rasped, his hips stuttered, and he whimpered pathetically, Astarion pulled from your neck, moaning loudly.
"It feels so good." He whined as he fucked up into you, Slyus dragged his nails down your thighs, you could feel both of them tensing. They were going to cum any second now, you could sense it.
Much to your surprise, you felt a third orgasm, it came quickly because both men were hitting your sweet spot constantly, you announced it.
"I'm going to cum again." You whined as you clung to Slyus, your third orgasm was mind shattering as you arched your body, you spasmed and cried out. Again, you contracted tightly, this time you squirt on both of the vampires, making them feral.
"Darling, fuck, I'm close." Astarion whimpered he was right there, he looked at Slyus and he too was right there.
The knots in their stomachs started to unravel as you still orgasmed,
"Where can we cum?!" Slyus blurted out suddenly,
"Inside me!" You wailed, both Astarion and Slyus let out guttural cries as they both shot thick ropes of their seed into you, filling you up. Their bodies spasmed, their fangs fully exposed to you, and their toes curling tightly. Their cocks twitching as they emptied themselves into you.
When you all came down from your highs, both of them pulled out of you, their seed pooling out of you. You felt so empty and whined from the loss. Astarion rolled you off him and laid you beside him, Slyus laid on the other side of you.
Your bodies were slick with sweat, you panted heavily as your heart continued to drum inside your chest. Astarion kissed your jaw and Slyus kissed your shoulder.
"What a pleasant surprise." Astarion smiled against you,
"Definitely surprised us, you little minx." Slyus smirked. You smiled at them, still breathless.
"You took us so well, darling." Astarion complimented as he kissed your temple, Slyus hummed in agreement. You sighed with a smile and nuzzled against them both, they held you as you drifted off into a deep slumber.
Summary: Astarion has a dream he can't quite shake.
Notes: Vampires mate because I said so. ;)
Astarion laid in bed he stared at the canopy of his and Slyus's four poster bed. His reverie decided to torture him, not from troubled memories mind you, but memories of complete debauchery.
Basically, what humans would call a wet dream.
Astarion tapped his fingers on his chest, it was the middle of the day for everyone else, but midnight for the vampires. Astarion couldn't go back to his meditation, he was distracted.
The ache between his legs was becoming impossibly unbearable. He chewed his bottom lip as he looked over, Slyus was still deep in his meditation. Undisturbed and so beautiful. Astarion sighed and ran a hand through his curls. His skin was clammy, he flexed his fingers at his sides.
Finally, he decided he couldn't bear it a moment longer and turned over, he moved his body towards his husband. He cuddled against him, kissing his hairline, Slyus stirred, but didn't wake.
Astarion kissed his cheek before whispering to him,
"Darling?" He said softly, Slyus hummed in response, but didn't open his eyes.
"Darling, are you awake?" Astarion asked, his voice cracked in desperation, that made Slyus flutter his eyes open. He noticed the golden light from behind their curtains. Noticing it was still day time.
"Is everything okay?" Slyus asked concerned as he shifted, he cupped Astarion's jaw and ran his thumb along his jawline.
"Quite, are you awake enough to give consent?" Astarion asked. Slyus still tired blinked at him for a moment, processing the question.
"Slyus...Please." Astarion's voice was yearning.
"To give consent?" Slyus asked as he rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, Astarion pressed his body against his and the Bard quickly caught on when we felt the hardness pressing against his thigh.
He laughed first, then he smirked.
"Astarion, darling. Of course you have my permission to ravish me."
The Rogue was on top of his lover within seconds, their lips immediately locked into an intense, wet kiss. Astarion was eager as he tore off their night clothes, their skin pressed together, never breaking their kiss.
Astarion reached between them and reached into Slyus's underwear, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, making the bard moan into his mouth. A beautiful sound, very melodic.
Slyus instinctively bucked his hips into Astarion's fist, their kiss growing more desperate, Slyus was the first to break through Astarion's lips and explored his mouth eagerly. Brushing his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tasting the rogue's tongue.
Astarion reciprocated with no hesitation doing his own exploring of his husband's mouth. All while rutting against Slyus's thighs. Both men were lost in moans, matching each other's rhythms.
During their heated kissing session, Slyus wrestled with Astarion's underwear and pulled them down just enough to release his cock. He in return wrapped his own hand around the base of his length and began stroking back with the same amount of pressure Astarion was using on him.
Their kiss broke suddenly when they both wailed in ecstasy. Astarion was already sensitive from his dream, he was panting as sweat dripped from his brow.
"Fuck..." He let out a strangled moan as he thrusted into Slyus's fist, the bard was doing the same, he bit his lip watching Astarion intensely. His mind swimming with impure thoughts and how it would feel if he were-
"Stop!" Astarion cried, Slyus immediately let him go,
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned, he held Astarion's hand that was on his own cock, stopping the friction. Astarion laughed,
"Quite, darling. I just don't want to finish yet." He smirked, Slyus's face heated up with a deep red as he averted his eyes shyly. He chewed his bottom lip, which made Astarion go even madder.
He leaned down and kissed Slyus's stomach,
"Darling..." He started,
"Yes?" Slyus smirked, knowing what was going to be asked.
"May I?" Astarion said, flashing a devilish grin as he held his cock to the bard's ass.
"Don't make me beg." Astarion added greedily, Slyus smirked, his rogue knew him well.
"Fine, fine." Slyus agreed with a mischievous glint in his eye. Astarion wet his hand with saliva and coated his cock slick, then he stuck his digits into Slyus's mouth.
The bard eagerly coated his fingers with saliva, keeping eye contact the whole time. Astarion bit his lip. His dirty little bard knew exactly what he was doing.
"You little minx." Astarion purred as he watched Slyus sucking his fingers, his ruby eyes sparkling with lust, love, and mischief. Astarion removed his fingers and prepared Slyus, stretching him. The bard moaned at the sensation of being filled.
Astarion gave him a few good thrusts with his fingers before finally slipping his cock inside of him. Slyus held onto Astarion's shoulders, the men let out long moans as their bodies connected.
Astarion went slow, letting Slyus get accustomed to the sensation of being filled. Once Astarion was fully sheathed, he slid out before slamming back into Slyus, the bard whimpered.
His eyebrows knitted together, his breath hitched, and his toes curled in response. Astarion started a slow pace as he leaned down, he kissed the valley between Slyus's pecs.
His experienced tongue flicked over Slyus's hardened nipple, making the bard moan and clench, his cock twitching between them, eagerly awaiting to be touched.
Astarion kissed up Slyus's chest, still thrusting into him, his pace quickening now. Their bodies molded together perfectly. Astarion nuzzled into Slyus's neck, his fangs teasing his skin, the bard titled his head.
Astarion took that as his invitation, he sank his fangs into Slyus's neck, the bard cried out instinctively wrapping his legs around Astarion's waist.
The rogue drank deeply as he thrusted into his husband relentlessly now, stimulating them both. He lazily flicked his wrist, summoning a mage hand.
He used it to stroke Slyus's eager cock as Astarion, used his own hands to hold his husband's hips down as he fucked him into the hells.
Upon getting the stimulation he had been craving since they started, Slyus arched his body into Astarion making him go deeper. Slyus's fangs were exposed as he cried out, his eyebrows knitting together, his beautiful eyes pinched shut as he drank in the pleasure. He was lost in ecstasy.
His vampiric mating instincts took over and he in return sank his fangs into Astarion's neck. Both of them drinking from one another greedily as they fucked. It was overwhelming and it became too much.
Astarion's hips stuttered as his thrusts became sloppy and desperate, Slyus bucked into the mage hand relentlessly. That familiar heat pooled in the bottom of their stomachs.
"Fuck!" Slyus broke from Astarion's neck, his lips painted crimson, Astarion pulled from his husband's neck and immediately kissed him deeply. Both of their guttural cries mixing as both of them came at the same time.
Slyus's cock twitched and his body spasmed as he painted his stomach and chest with his seed, Astarion in turn twitched inside him as he spilled his seed.
When they came down from their peaks, Astarion pulled away and dispersed the mage hand. He leaned down and lapped up as much blood as he could get before Slyus's wound healed completely. Astarion smirked as he lowered his body, he stuck out his tongue and licked up Slyus's stomach and chest, lapping up his seed with an eager tongue, the bard bit his lip as watched.
Astarion smiled wickedly as he showed his husband his reward before retracting his tongue and swallowing every drop he had gathered, then he leaned down kissing Slyus deeply.
The kiss was passionate, but equally sweet and not as hungry as it had been earlier. Astarion rolled over after breaking the kiss, he opened his arms and Slyus snuggled against him.
"What a pleasant surprise." He laughed, Astarion smirked,
"Expect it again, my love."
Slyus chuckled as he nuzzled against Astarion's chest,
"I hope that never stops." He whispered, making his husband smile wider.
The two of them both satisfied slipped back into a peaceful reverie until dusk. Wrapped in each other's embrace, a comfortable gesture they had come to love.
Warnings: None, just fluff and lighthearted teasing.
Summary: Astarion is a healthy vampire for the first time in his existence, unfortunately that means coming with a few extra amenities. ;)
Astarion, now thriving and well-fed for the first time in two centuries, is looking better than ever—his once sunken features are fuller, his skin has a faint rosy undertone (for a vampire, at least), and he's definitely gained a little softness around his waist. Not much, just enough for Slyus to notice and poke fun at him.
Slyus, being the little smartass he is, sees the perfect opportunity. One evening, as Astarion is buttoning up his doublet, Slyus casually leans against the doorway, smirking.
"Aw, look at you, my radiant rogue. So well-fed, so happy. I know you're thriving now because you're getting a little chubby, baby."
Astarion immediately stops what he’s doing and scoffs, his hand flying to his chest like he's just been mortally wounded.
"I am NOT chubby!" He exclaims, utterly scandalized.
Slyus, grinning widely, walks up to him and wraps his arms around Astarion’s waist, giving his stomach a teasing little squeeze. "Mmm, so soft now. I love it."
Astarion gasps in horror, slapping Slyus’s hands away as he narrows his eyes at him.
"How dare you?! I am a vision of beauty and grace! I am—!"
"—A well-fed, pampered little vampire princess who finally has an ass." Slyus finishes, deadpan as he squeezes his husband's backside. Astarion glares at him, lips pursed, but a faint red blush paints across his cheekbones.
After a moment, he scoffs dramatically as he flicks his wrist. "You’re just jealous that I look this good at my age."
Slyus bursts out laughing, pulling Astarion into a kiss.
"Of course, darling. The most beautiful vampire in all the realms—with the cutest little belly."
Astarion gasps again. "Slyus!!"
The Bard only smirked as he continued to hold the Rogue close to him. Astarion's blush made it to the tips of his ears.
Slyus squeezed Astarion's face together, chuckling at his husband's squishy face. Astarion just frowned as he slapped Slyus’s hands away.
"I'm not trying to make you feel bad, honey. I'm just happy that you're finally healthier." Slyus smiled sincerely as he cupped Astarion's face and kissed him sweetly, the Rogue didn't hesitate, wrapping his arms around Slyus's waist.
When they pulled away, they rested their foreheads together.
"I'm not fat." Astarion pouted, Slyus smiled,
"Of course not, my love, but you are positively glowing! Look at you." Slyus added with adoration, his eyes sparkling, Astarion blushed further, his face heating up more. The light dusting of red becoming more prominent.
"You're a vision, darling, I like that you're softer now. It means you're safe and you're fed. You are perfect." Slyus continued, Astarion shifted his weight, he couldn't blush any harder.
"Stop that, your compliments are maddening." He said shyly, Slyus only smiled at him wider.
"I will never stop calling you beautiful Astarion." The Rogue's breath hitched; he always loved the way his name sounded on his husband's tongue. Astarion looked to the ground, not knowing what to do. If his heart beat, it would be hammering in chest right now. He cleared his throat meekly.
Slyus picked up Astarion's chin, their eyes locked, he could see the love in his husband's eyes.
"You know exactly what you do to me, don't you?" Astarion whispered, Slyus smirked as he closed the space between them so that they were chest to chest.
"Mhm." Was all Slyus said as he leaned in and kissed Astarion again, their lips brushed before connecting in the perfect kiss.
Warnings: A twat waffle doesn't like Astarion and Slyus together.
Summary: Consort Slyus proves to his Ascended husband as to why they married in the first place.
Astarion sat upon his throne in the Crimson Palace, a man stumbled in, kneeling before him.
"My lord!" He started, Astarion looked at him with intrigue.
"I have a gift my lord." The man said shakily, he looked up from where he was kneeling.
"A gift? You have my attention." Astarion smirked as he leaned forward.
"A virgin girl, my daughter." The man said, he bowed his head.
"I am proposing marriage, your majesty." He added. Astarion stood and descended down the stairs from his throne. His form menacing.
"I already have a consort, my beloved. I will not be taking another, it's disgusting that you would even suggest such a thing to me." Astarion said, he circled the mortal like a predator.
"M-my apologies, my lord, who is your queen?" The man asked shakily.
"My queen? Hm.." Astarion laughed, though it wasn't joyful, it was mocking.
"I do not have a queen, for my consort is not a woman. You have offended me twice now!" Astarion barked angrily, the man trembled with a great amount of fear.
Astarion went to the front of the man, he grabbed him by the throat. He got in his face.
"How dare you, offend me and my prince consort." He hissed, the man looked at him with fearful eyes.
"I'm sorry, my lord, I-Please forgive me!" The man cried, he was reduced to tears, begging for forgiveness.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you where you kneel?" Astarion growled. The man trembled as he started to cry.
"My love?" The voice came and snapped the Ascended out of his rageful state, he let go of the man's throat and stood at his full height.
"My beautiful consort." Astarion said, his voice was full of love as he spoke, he approached Slyus. He wore a deep red V neck coat, with black accents and ruby roses embroidered into the fabric.
When Astarion closed the space between them, he cupped his face, the prince consort smiled at his husband, completely melting the vampire lord. Astarion returned his smile and kissed his husband deeply. Slyus reciprocated wrapping his arms around Astarion.
The man still kneeling below, looked up at them. He couldn't help the look of disgust that crossed his features. A king should have a queen, not a prince, it was blasphemy.
When Slyus pulled away, Astarion was still smiling at him gently, holding his face tenderly. The prince consort stepped away. His eyes looked towards the man kneeling briefly, catching his expression.
Slyus immediately frowned, he was willing to negotiate for his freedom, but that disappeared. Slyus scrunched his face in disgust.
"I was willing to negotiate your freedom." He said, his voice was calm, but his expression was twisted with disdain.
"But given your support of my devotion to the king is false, then you shall perish." The consort growled. Astarion smirked at him, he knew what happens when his darling, prince gets mad.
"You'd sell your daughter like cattle, yet you sneer at true love? The gods greatest mistake was when they created you. You will be forgotten, the world will erase you and when you die-unmourned and rotting, the only thing left of you will be the stench." Slyus's words were brutal, cutting like a knife.
The man's mind shattered right where he knelt, he fell flat with a loud thud.
"Ha! I will never tire of that, my dearest consort." Astarion said wickedly, the man's blood pooled on the floor at their feet. The guards dragged him out and the maids came in, cleaning the floor.
Astarion pulled Slyus into him again, he held his chin as he looked into his eyes with a sincere smile.
"Never change, my beloved prince." His voice was uncharacteristically soft. Slyus didn't reply he only smiled back as he leaned in, capturing Astarion's lips into another kiss. The Ascended reciprocated with no hesitation, his hands gliding to his consort's ass, giving him a squeeze and making him chuckle into his mouth.
Astarion pulled back, taking Slyus's bottom lip, biting it softly before letting him go with a wicked smile, to which his consort returned.
Summary: I have been going to the Elfsong for three months now in hopes to catch the attention of the beautiful bard.
I walked into the Elfsong tavern, the familiar sounds surrounded me. The clanking of tankards, the loud patrons, and of course him. Slyus Lysandros, the half elf bard.
He sang like an otherworldly being, I came here often to listen to him, his songs made me forget my day-to-day life. He was the best part of my day, if I was being honest.
I set my pack down as I sat in my usual spot. I watched as Slyus strummed his lute; his angelic voice traveled across the tavern. He danced around the tavern with a carefree grace.
During a break in his strumming, he tipped the chin of a woman making her blush as she looked to her friend and chuckled. When he looked up, he locked eyes with me. He flashed me his ivory smile, I could have sworn his teeth sparkled, then he winked at me, smirking as he went back to the front of the tavern.
I sat there and blushed, my lips pursed while my eyebrows were raised high. He did it with every man and woman, I don't know why I thought he was paying special attention to me. He was a natural flirt; he was a bard for fuck's sake.
I covered my face; I could feel the heat on my face through my palms. I growled to myself; he was just being his naturally flirty self. Then again, that was the first time, he actually acknowledged me directly since I started coming here. I looked around and my corner was quiet, there was no one else sitting around me.
So, he must have been looking at me, right? I sighed and tried not to think about it too hard in case it was dumb luck, and he wasn't. I didn't want to be hurt if that was the case. To be rejected by Slyus was the ultimate slap in the face. He slept with everyone; it didn't matter who they were.
"Thank you everyone, you've been a beautiful audience!" Slyus called with a flamboyant bow.
"Drinks on me!" He hollered with a dramatic flair, the patrons howled and hooted, tankards of ale resounded as they got slammed on the tables in celebration. Slyus started his next song, which happened to be my favorite ballad of his.
Slyus plucked the strings of his lute for a few moments before his beautiful voice broke through the rowdy crowd, he of course started making rounds as was his routine. It was a way to get more coin, it was obvious, but everyone loved it no less.
I waited every night for my turn, it's almost like he avoided me, I knew he saw me at least a few times. I've been coming here for three months straight, surely he noticed me?
Slyus sat on the edge of a table with young maids sitting around, they reached out for him, grabbing at his jerkin. He leaned in and sang to them; they got a close-up show. I furrowed my brow in frustration.
When would that be me?
I scowled as I rested my head in my hands as I watched with a burning jealously, I was even petty and mocked the women he sang to. I know that was childish, but it was disheartening.
Suddenly Slyus stood and headed towards me, I immediately fixed the scowl on my face and straightened my posture, even fixing my hair. He twirled as he strummed his lute, he did a fancy spin and grabbed a red rose, his signature gesture as a bard.
The women and men alike waited in anticipation waiting to see who would get the rose this month. This gesture was done once a month, it was Slyus's way of asking someone to court him.
What he would do is prance around and looking for a suitable partner, then grab a rose and approach the person and tuck the flower behind their ear. He would date them for a month and then break off the relationship. He has never been married, nor has he had courting partner longer than a month, but to date him was purely for bragging rights. From what I know, he hasn't taken a partner to court in some time, hence the current anticipation of everyone in the tavern.
My heart hammered in my chest as Slyus looked around, I sighed, I knew he wouldn't choose me, he hasn't yet, why would he now.
Slyus made his rounds, I knew it, I bowed my head in defeat. I sighed deeply as he continued to sing. Since my head was lowered I didn't notice him approaching my corner yet again.
I heard gasps and hoots, I lifted my head slowly, my breath hitched when I saw the vibrant pink pattern of his jerkin. My heart started to race and my breath quickened, I felt Slyus lift my chin.
Sweat formed on my brow, I flexed my fingers nervously as I lost the ability to breath. Slyus kept hold of my chin as he sang my favorite line, my eyes were wide as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Our eyes locked, his ruby eyes were soft and seductive, I immediately fell into his spell as I melted under his touch, his fingers were surprisingly cold.
My heart thrummed against my chest, I could hear it in my ears as I tried desperately to catch my breath. Slyus finished the song, his eyes softening even further. The crowd of patrons erupted into cheers and claps. Slyus smiled at me adoringly as he slipped the rose behind my ear, his voice was smooth like velvet as he finally spoke to me directly.
Warnings: Graphic Oc death, Blood, Gore, Traumatized Astarion, Hurt to comfort, and Angst (18+ Adult)
Summary: Astarion witnesses one of the most horrific things ever imaginable, the death of his beloved husband.
Slyus was standing with his hands bound behind his back. The self-riotous monster hunter that had tracked them down, picked up his wooden stake and showed it to Astarion.
The vampire growled as he struggled against his own restraints, he had been tied to a chair. The monster hunter only smiled wickedly as he turned back to Slyus and staked him in the heart with no remorse.
The Bard held his bleeding chest where the wooden stake pierced his heart, he looked down as he coughed up blood.
Astarion's eyes widened being forced to watch from his place in the chair that kept him tightly bound.
"NOOOO!" He screamed so loud he broke his voice, tears immediately sprung to his eyes. Slyus knitted his eyebrows together as he held his chest, blood seeped through his fingers.
"Astarion?" His husband's name was his last word as he fell to the ground paralyzed.
Astarion watched in horror as the monster hunter set Slyus ablaze. The young vampire swelled up and bursted into a bloody mist of organs and mush of gore.
"NOOOO! SLYUS!!!" Astarion screamed as hot tears ran from his eyes. He struggled against his restraints as he sobbed loudly.
The pile of gore spread out across the ground where Slyus once laid. The wooden stake staining red as it laid there.
The monster hunter turned to him with a vile smirk, he grabbed the stake. He approached Astarion, his hand painted red with his husband's blood.
Astarion hiccupped as he sobbed profusely as he looked at Slyus's gore pile. Astarion was sobbing hard, he couldn't catch his breath.
His heart was completely broken, he lost everything he ever cared about in this wretched existence.
When the monster hunter came up to him to stake him, Astarion accepted his fate, there was nothing left to live for. He looked into the hunter's eyes, his own crimson eyes burning with agony as he spoke softly,
"Why?"
The monster hunter spoke coldly,
"Because you're monsters." His voice was calm as he stabbed Astarion with the stake.
Astarion shot up in bed looking around the dark bedroom frantically, he was drenched in sweat and his eyes were watery with fresh tears.
When his eyes landed on Slyus's form peacefully next to him, unharmed. Astarion sighed with relief as he put his hand to his chest.
He leaned over and planted a huge, desperate kiss on Slyus's cheek. The Bard stirred but didn't come out of his reverie.
Astarion removed the duvet from his body and slipped out of bed, the night was just beginning. He went out to the balcony and watched as Baldur's Gate started to turn in for the night. He leaned on the balcony and sighed.
The cool night air licked his sweat slicked skin. Astarion ran his hand through his curls, his fingers got drenched in sweat. The nightmare had really done him in.
He didn't need to doubt his love for Slyus, he knew for sure at this point that he couldn't live without him. Astarion watched as the bustling city calmed down.
Couples went home, shop owners closed up their stores, and a few folks headed to the taverns for evening drinks and a warm bed for the night.
Astarion wiped his eyes, tears stained his knuckles. He wiped his hand on his trousers as he leaned on the balcony again.
Despite being the city's heroes, the two vampires still had plenty of enemies. They always would, so long as they remained cursed.
Astarion was startled when arms wrapped around him, he straightened his posture and looked back. Slyus kissed between his shoulder blades.
"Are you alright, my love?" He asked sweetly, his voice was still thick with rest. Astarion forced a smile,
"Quite, darling." He replied, Slyus knew immediately that he was lying. He squeezed his husband tighter.
"Tell me, I know you're lying." Slyus said, his voice wasn't mocking, but concerned. Astarion sighed, damned his bard for being so insightful.
"I had this horrible nightmare." Astarion whispered, he was still traumatized. Slyus knitted his eyebrows together.
"What about?" He asked as he rested his chin on Astarion's shoulder. His ruby eyes sparkling softly in the moonlight.
"A monster hunter killed you, while I was forced to watch. It was horrendous. You swelled and bursted and I couldn't do anything!" Astarion cried as he remembered the graphic details. Slyus grimaced at the sound of his husband's pained tone of voice.
"It was just a nightmare, my Starlight." Slyus said calmly, Astarion turned to face him.
"It wasn't just a nightmare! It can actually happen! So long as we remain the creatures we are, we will always be hunted, be in danger!" He wailed, Slyus gave Astarion a look that he couldn't quite read. Slyus held his face, he kissed him gently.
"I won't being dying anytime soon." He reassured Astarion, who sighed with a nod.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise." Slyus squeezed Astarion's face, the Rogue smiled this time.
"I hope so. I can't imagine being in this world if you aren't a part of it." Astarion explained, his eyes held a deep pain as he stared at his lover intensely, Slyus simply smiled and kissed him sweetly,
"Likewise. If anything, ever happened to you, I would lose the will to keep going. You're my whole world, without you, my unlife would hold no purpose." He explained sincerely. Astarion snorted,
"Just like me to marry a poet." He said, Slyus smiled as he continued to hold Astarion's face in his hands.
Then with no more words exchanged, Slyus pulled Astarion into his comforting embrace, the elf didn't even hesitate to hold him back. He nuzzled into Slyus's neck and breathed in his scent, the rosewood, cherry blossom, and lavender smell he had come to love and the only scent to truly comfort him.
The husbands stood in their embrace for a long time, simply enjoying the feeling of being in one another's arms.
Warnings: Cruel mocking, Sensitive content of Sexuality preference being mocked, Slyus gets bullied relentlessly and has a panic attack. Do not proceed if the following makes you uncomfortable.
Summary: Slyus is performing and tonight the jabs come harshly, he is mocked and poked fun of until Astarion comes to his aid.
The Elfsong was brimming tonight, it was alive with raucous laughter of rowdy patrons and the clattering of mugs of ale against the wooden tables.
As usual, Slyus was performing tonight. Ever the entertainer he was, he stood atop a table, weaving together beautiful tales of dashing rogues and scandalous love affairs. His ruby eyes gleamed under the flickering lanterns; his smile as bright as ever.
His lute in hand, his voice was like an angel's kiss on warm summer's day. It was melodic and ever so enchanting. People usually loved him.
Tonight, however, he seemed to get a bad crowd. They booed him and then the worst of it happened.
"By the gods, does this bard ever shut up?" A burly man at the bar sneered, his voice slurred with ale. He belched loudly.
"He prances around like a fucking peacock." Another jeered, nudging his companion with amusement. The words stung, sure, but Slyus played on his facade.
He merely chuckled, brushing off the crude comments as if they were nothing.
"Oh, darling, if you want me to be quiet, you should have just said you prefer your company dull!" His tone was light, playful-but they weren't laughing with him.
"Don't fancy yourself bard, I'm not into your type. I prefer busty women, ah haha!" The man at the bar howled, the men around him roared with him in laughter. Slyus smiled weakly.
"Why am I not surprised? Yet here you are with me instead of beautiful busty woman!" He called, the man sneered at him further, if looks could kill, the bard would surely be dead.
"And don't flatter yourself either darling, if you were into my type, you certainly aren't mine." Slyus poked back. That seemed to steer the patrons in a different direction for a bit.
"Shut your mouth, you painted fool!" The burly man snapped, "What kind of man carries himself like that."
Another voice chimed in now, cruel and biting. "Bet he was born to spread his legs rather than play that lute."
Laughter in the tavern erupted, cruel and mocking. More joined in, voices melded together into a symphony of scorn. The words struck like knives, each one sharper than the last.
Slyus blinked back the inferno that threatened behind his eyes, he chanted quietly in his mind, his words coming quickly.
'Don't cry, don't cry. Don't you dare.'
Slyus raised his chin higher when the blazing fire calmed down behind his eyes, he tilted his head, the grin still in place, but faltered slightly.
"Oh, such sharp tongues! Careful loves, or I might fall in love with you."
The laughter only grew harsher, more biting. They didn't see it, the way Slyus's hands trembled ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched before his next quip.
His throat got tight suddenly when the laughter didn't cease, the mocking comments continued.
"Look at him! We paralyzed him! What's wrong bard? Not so sharp witted now, in the face of truth?" A voice cut through with a harsh laugh afterwards. The tavern was hot, suffocating, despite not needing to breath, Slyus could feel it quickening. He blinked rapidly, willing away the sting behind his eyes once more.
He tried to find a clever quip, but it didn't come. Instead, a blazing fire in his chest started as he looked around at the faces, laughing, pointing, mocking, and being so cruel. He never asked for this.
His mask started to falter; his lip began to tremble though it was barely noticeable. He felt the weight of their gazes pressing down on him, he felt exposed suddenly. Their cruel laughter was like a thousand knives stabbing into his chest. It was too much.
Slyus tried to smile, tried to deflect, tried to be the same cocky bard he always was, but his breath got faster, shallower.
The teasing continued as Slyus stepped down from his place on the table. Every word, every insult built on the last, the laughter like thunder ringing in his ears. His eyes started to blur as he stumbled around like a fool.
And before he could stop it, his breath hitched again. He couldn't contain it, he wasn't strong enough now, they had crippled him. He hiccupped once-then again, the sensation building in his chest like a crescendo. Panic blossomed in his chest, clawing it's way up to his throat. His vision swam in a motionless blur, he was hyperventilating now.
His stomach churned. He felt trapped, exposed. The air felt thick and suffocating, it felt like the walls were closing in on him. His hands shook, and the hiccups became more rapid. His chest tightened, each breath coming faster than the last, but he couldn't catch his breath. He desperately tried to regain control. The laughter closing in like a vice around his rips.
Hot tears burned in Slyus's eyes as he circled around the tavern like a lost drunkard. He couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't breathe despite not actually needing to.
Suddenly he felt a hand grab him by the wrist, Slyus looked back, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked at the perp. It was none other than his Astarion.
"Come on, darling. We're leaving, now." Astarion's voice broke through the chaos, calm, but sharp as he pulled Slyus away from the mocking crowd.
Slyus didn’t even have the energy to protest. The world felt distant, too far away to reach. His breath was a frantic, erratic thing, and he couldn’t seem to slow it down. He stumbled along with Astarion, the pressure of the crowd’s laughter still ringing in his ears, but Astarion's grip on him was firm, guiding him through the door to the outside, into the cool night air.
The door slammed shut behind them, Astarion grabbed Slyus's face and looked at him.
"Darling, look at me." He said softly, Slyus obeyed and looked at his lover. His erratic breathes still coming in quick successions.
"Breath with me." Astarion instructed as he inhaled deeply, Slyus followed his motion, they exhaled together. They did this exercise until Slyus was calmer.
The mocking laughter still echoed in Slyus's skull, he trembled. Astarion held out his arms, inviting him in. Slyus stumbled over his feet, choking on a sob as he fell into his lover's arms. Astarion caught him with practiced ease.
He held him tight against his chest, Slyus's breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, he could barely control it. His chest was tight and his sobs came in jagged bursts of raw emotion.
"It's okay, my love." Astarion cooed, his voice was soft, but firm, the words like balm against the rawness of Slyus's fragile state.
"They can't hear you. You can let go." He reassured as he smoothed his hand down Slyus's back. A motion that was calming, but it wasn't enough. Slyus's body shook violently, and the hiccups became hard sobs, uncontrollable and desperate. He choked on the sounds, the emotions he'd buried so long, threatened to overtake him.
"Let it out, my love. I'm here. You're safe with me." Astarion sighed holding his lover even tighter. Slyus sobbed heavily into the crook of his neck, soaking his collar and skin with fresh tears. He white knuckled Astarion's doublet as if the fabric could keep him tethered to reality.
Slyus sobbed harder, his chest heaving with each breath, his face buried against Astarion’s neck.
“I’m—I'm so tired of it,” Slyus gasped between sobs.
“Of pretending... Of pretending that I don’t care that it doesn’t—doesn’t hurt.” His breath hitched painfully.
“I-I just... just want it to stop.” His usually beautiful voice cracked, it was quivering, and raspy. Slyus's body wracked with powerful sobs, Astarion held him so close, it was impossible to get any closer, but he managed to pull him in further. Giving him that comfort he desperately seeked in this moment.
Slyus's legs gave out and he collapsed to his knees, Astarion glided to the ground with him, pulling Slyus into his arms as the bard completely shattered, his sobs raw and unrestrained. The cold of the night air did nothing to numb the warmth of his pain, and Slyus clung to Astarion, his entire body trembling as he wept.
“I know, darling,” Astarion whispered, pressing his lips against Slyus’s hair, his voice soft but full of a quiet, unwavering love.
“I know. It’s okay. Let it all go. You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”
Slyus’s sobs began to quiet, but the pain still lingered, sharp and deep. He gasped for air, choking on the grief that had been locked inside him for so long. With each tear, each painful breath, a piece of the wall around his heart cracked, and Astarion held him tighter, refusing to let him go.
For once, Slyus wasn’t the strong, cocky bard. He was just a man, broken and lost, and for that moment, he allowed himself to be broken in Astarion’s arms. And Astarion, with all the fierce tenderness he had, would never let him fall alone.
"We're in this together. I will always have your back. No one will break you ever again. I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner." Astarion apologized to his lover, he moved them, so they sat against the wall.
Astarion tilted his head back as Slyus curled up in his lap, his hiccups lessening as time went on. Astarion ran his fingers through Slyus's untamed mess of snowy hair.
"My beautiful bard. You shan't know pain from this day forward. I will gladly punch out anyone who dares speak ill against you." Astarion promised as he looked to the stars above. They glimmered brightly in response as if marking his promise.
Slyus's under eyes burned like a blazing fire, they stung to the touch as he gently wiped away his tears, the salt stinging his wounded eyes. He hissed at the sensitivity. Astarion absentmindedly pet Slyus's hair before running his hand down his back in a comforting reassurance.
They sat there for a long time in a comfortable silence, Slyus had finally calmed down and drew circles on Astarion's thigh, his previously rapid paced mind was calm now. The brewing storm that threatened to break free was tame once more.
"I love you." Slyus breathed, Astarion had his head pressing against the wall, his eyes were closed as he circled Slyus's back, he cracked a smile. He spoke in a love filled voice.
