An Ambush
A/N: Okay, I’ve been needing some Avvar!Cullen love, so here goes, with the Hero of Ferelden Morgan Walker having some fun with his handsome Thane.
Thane Cullen Lion-heart grinned as he moved away from the War Meeting. He had just informed his hold of his intentions to go raiding, in order to bring home his chosen lover, the one the lowlanders called the Hero of Ferelden. Whom Cullen called “my heart.”
Cullen could barely keep from laughing even now when he remembered explaining how Avvar courtship worked. Morgan had no concept of the civilized ways, and instead courted him the way a bird would, bringing him useless but admittedly pretty things, such as a small fistful of flowers, or a pretty blue strip of fabric Cullen wore around his waist. Ha, the look upon the other man’s face when he explained the trials in Avvar culture.
Cullen explained in detail how the warrior would be expected to sneak into the other’s hold, and take them captive, fighting their way through to safety. And he told Morgan there was no other he’d rather go through the bonding ceremony with.
Morgan was fierce, but loving at the same time. A fire that could blaze against enemies but would only protect and warm his loved ones. He had magic, and an indefinable quality that told Cullen that Morgan was blessed by the Lady of the Skies, if not from her land altogether. Cullen loved watching Morgan do magic. Loved seeing him use his powers to transform as well. Once Morgan had teasingly offered to become the hold-beast, and Cullen had taken a long time to refuse, imagining the proud midnight black lion he could take the form of - exactly like the one entering his path at that moment.
Cullen was ready to draw his weapon, when the great cat tilted its head and smiled at him. “Ah, Lady’s eyes, Morgan?”
The lion pounced, only to become a handsome man in midair, wearing only simple trousers and a shoulder pauldron, his muscular chest bare. Cullen and Morgan definitely appreciated getting to see so... much of each other, in all senses of the phrase.
“What are you doing here, my heart?”
Morgan responded not with words, but with a rakish grin and the reveal of a few thin coils of sturdy blue rope, which he quickly tied Cullen’s wrists behind his back with. The Thane barely had time to react before his ankles were similarly bound.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Cullen thundered, only to have a cloth stuffed in his mouth and secured with the final coil, mussing up his curly blond hair. He grunted, but could produce very little sound indeed. Still, his surprise and annoyance were obliterated by the gentle kisses Morgan now peppered over his face.
“I’m taking you, Thane Cullen.” Morgan smirked. “You will be my bonded, in accordance with the traditions of your people. To be perfectly honest, however, I’d definitely like to keep you in ropes. You look very enticing, my lion.”
Cullen grinned as best he could and gave a muffled growl of pleasure. Morgan beamed, and then tossed him over one shoulder, a steady hand placed right on Cullen’s buttocks. Morgan was pleased to feel Cullen’s... enjoyment of the process poking into his shoulder. “I love you, Cullen. And I’m going to insist upon taking you like this over and over again.” he chuckled, drawing his sword and setting on his way.
Cullen gave a few playful struggles, a smile evident on his face even through the gag. He mumbled a few words that were completely garbled, but Morgan understood their meaning, and grinned, ready to bond with his lover.