Dragon Age One Shots

A Taste, Dorian/Inquisitor

Pacing about in his quarters, the Inquisitor didn't look up from the latest reports out of the commander as he fished open a box of imported chocolates. They were a gift from somewhere for something. Josephine was in charge of keeping track and sending the requisite thank you notes. He had neither the time nor training apparently to fulfill such a dangerous task.

He was about to place the first unlooked upon chocolate to his lips, when his eyes finally swung down to find someone beat him to it. A small bite mark taunted him from the hard chocolate shell. Frowning, the Inquisitor threw back the lid on the box.

Maker's breath! They'd all been chewed apart! Bites marred every single chocolate in the box, all thirty of them. Who could have...?

"Dorian?" He turned towards the only man he let in his quarters. The only man who was obstinately kicking a foot into the bed while trying to read. Holding the box up, the Inquisitor scowled, "Did you...did you bite every one of these?"

The book closed and Dorian's insolent eyes cut through him. "You offered them to me."

"I offered you one. One! And you bit into them all?"

Dorian rose from the bed, his gait quickly turning into a swagger. Oh, if he thought he could get out of this with sex... Pausing at the edge of the desk, Dorian placed a hand on his hip. "How else could I know which I'd want if I didn't sample them first? The foolish chocolatier didn't even feign to include a map. I did return them. Only partially used."

"You..." The Inquisitor slammed the box onto the desk and for a beat Dorian's eyes widened. After picking up the first in a long line of chocolates, the Inquisitor grabbed Dorian's hand. The man sighed, as if he suspected he'd have to eat it, but his love surprised him.

Yanking him forward, the Inquisitor grazed his teeth against Dorian's chin. The mage yelped in shock, a hand glancing to the love bite as the Inquisitor bit into the half-eaten chocolate.

"Nougat," he sighed, returning the rest to the box. But he wasn't finished, picking up the second in his fingers, he returned to his confused and concerned boyfriend. Tipping his head, his free hand brushing up Dorian's cheek to tug him to the side, the Inquisitor's chocolate-stained lips kissed right upon his throat.

He felt Dorian gulp through his hand as he puckered the thin skin into his teeth and took the tenderest nip. A shudder reverberated through the man but the Inquisitor was already biting into the second chocolate and sighing, "Cherry."

"What are you...?" Dorian was blinking madly, shaking his head to try and put himself upon solid ground.

"Simple," the Inquisitor fished up the third. He paused to catch the man's eye, spinning the chocolate in his fingers. "For every bite you took out of my chocolates," he paused, a lascivious grin rising. Rising up on his toes, his tongue lapped against Dorian's earlobe. His hot breath purred in his ear, "I intend to take a nip from you."

And he did just that, teeth pinching upon that earlobe as Dorian gasped. "That will," he turned his head to the box. Three down, twenty-seven more to go. "Take some time."

"Indeed," the Inquisitor bit into the new chocolate to find it full of ganache. That one he happily finished off. With chocolate staining the side of his lips, he eyed up the man trembling in anticipation upon his desk. "I suggest you lose your shirt first, then the trousers."