Kinktober 2023

Day 2: Bath||Public Astarion/Morthus

Pairing: Astarion Ancunín (BG3)/Morthus Bail-Demir (OC/A Tav of mine)
Word Count: 1567
Trigger Warning(s): Scars and mentions of abuse that resulted in said scars, blood and blood drinking, Cazador (yes Cazador gets his own warning), references to Astarion's trauma and him disassociating at the end but Morthus stays to comfort him (I firmly believe a lover leaving him after that even with the intention not wanting to pressure him/make it worse, would in fact make it worse)
Not edited!! Sorry for any mistakes!!

   The water ripples and moves around Morthus as he carefully steps into the bath. This isn't the first time his party members begged to go to the bath house in Baldur's Gate. He doubts it will be the last. But after some harsher battles as of late, he agreed to another trip to the baths.

   This time around, he and his lover, Astarion, were the only ones around. But maybe that's because they chose to wait until later in the evening.

   "Darling, I do believe you're to take off the robe before you enter the bath," Astarion teases lightly as he too steps into the warm water. Taking off the provided silk robe.

   "Oh, wouldn't you like that," Morthus replies, making no effort to take off the robe. The right sleeve falling off his shoulder as the Tiefling rests against the side of the large bath.

   Both want to ignore the scars on said arm, neither can. And as Morthus goes to cover it once more, Astarion stops him. Lightly, and far more gently than he's ever been used to, he holds Morthus's arm. His other hand hovering over the scars as if they will burn him should he touch them. Emotionally they do, the scars that spell out his name on his lover's arm hurt him so much inside.

   "Do– do you regret me teaching you how to read Infernal?" Morthus's voice quivers in a way much unlike him.

   "No, I'd much rather know, darling. I just wish I could have been there to stop him." His grip subconsciously tightens, causing a light hiss from Morthus at his arm suddenly being squeezed. "He never should've gone through you to get to me.... You protected me when he sent my siblings to retrieve me, and I couldn't do the same for you." Astarion laments what they both already know to be true.

   "There was no way you could have, love. But I know you already know that." Morthus looks down at the scars, cut into his arm where both he and Astarion could read it. A punishment for the vampire spawn through the person he came to care for the most. And it being Astarion's name instead of Cazador's? Simply part of the sadistic punishment too, meant to say it is all Astarion's fault from the harm Cazador inflicted on Morthus. That if the spawn had just come "home" on his own, his lover wouldn't have to be harmed to teach him a lesson.

   Something flashes in Astarion's eyes, something Morthus doesn't quite catch. That is until the pale elf starts his shoulder and down his arm. "Astarion what are—"

   Morthus's question dies as his lover moves to kiss him. Effectively telling and getting him to shut up. "Shush, my darling, we may be alone for now... but who know how long that'll last~" Astarion's knee comes to rest in between the Tiefling's legs; pinning Morthus to the wall of the bath.

   "I can forgive you for the forest, we didn't have many privacy options there. I'm still very conflicted on your next choice for intimacy being on your literal grave. And now it's the bath house?" Morthus questions and yet fails to mention he agreed to fucking in all of the weird ass locations Astarion picks.

   "And you always have the option to say no, dear~" Astarion's words are laced with teasing. "So clearly you don't mind my picks that much." He leaves a few stray kisses on Morthus's freckled collarbone and neck before looking back at him. While previously being a flirt and tease, now his face looks like that of a question. A simple question really. Morthus easily recognized it as one of Astarion's many ways of making sure his partner wanted this.