Dragon Age One Shots

Valentine's DA, Alistair

Fingers clutching tight to the letter, you ride as fast as you can. It isn't like Alistair to be so vague, writing little more than "Come here, I need you" followed by the directions on the note left on your bed.

"There, Commander," Nathaniel calls, pointing down the rolling hills. A tent is nestled beside a lake fed by a bubbling stream. You glance from the stoic man to the other Wardens you scooped up on horseback.

Maker only knew how much trouble Alistair could get into on his own and you might need all the backup you can get.

Clicking your heels, you urge the horse forward taking the lead. While there's no sign of battle, no blood on the vibrant grass, no darkspawn corpses littering the crystal clear water, your guard is up. Pounding down the winding stones of the small path, the moment you reach the secure grotto you leap from the saddle, barely bothering to rein in the horse.

Snaking your hand under your cloak, you draw your sword. The solid silverite in your hands soothes your rattled nerves but the concern won't vanish. Where is he?

"I'm going to check the tent," you shout. Nathaniel already begins to voice his concerns, but you ignore them. Waving it away, you glide the tip of your sword along the tent's slit trying to get a peek of what's inside.

The stench of coppery blood doesn't strike your nose. Instead, it smells almost...like an Orlesian house of pleasure, the incense thicker than smoke. Confounded, you step through the flap.

Alistair's body is not lying in a heap upon the ground.

No, it is standing and completely naked.

His eyes catch yours, a hand awkwardly digging through the strawberry hair. Golden light lances through the tent's canvas, highlighting not only the freckles dashed off his nude shoulders but every taut muscle working into a shrug.

Your mouth dangles open, your eyes drifting down the strong chest to find a shield placed just before Alistair's nude hips. A hint of his asscheek is visible from his stance, the curve flexing as he shifts on his naked toes.

Licking his lip, he gives another toss of a shoulder, and asks, "Your tent or mine?"

Spinning in place, you launch your head out through the tent's gap while holding the sheet tightly around your body to obscure anything inside. "Everyone head back to the Keep!"

"Commander?" Nathaniel pauses, the Wardens just about to dismount themselves.

"That's an order," you shout, trying to keep your voice steady even as you feel a hand swoop over your back and dip to cup your ass. "I can handle this myself." With that final command, you slip back inside.

"Okay?" the Wardens mutter, turning their horses around. As their shadows flee from the secluded grotto, you and Alistair get up to some very naughty tent things.