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Astarion couldn’t believe his luck. How many vampire spawn could say they had earned the love of two of Faerun’s greatest heroes and they didn’t even have to stop murdering people to do it?
A week ago Halsin had murmured praise into his skin when he had expressed his surprise, “It’s not luck, my heart. You deserve this happiness and more.”
Dosk had more or less expressed this statement, earlier today, while he ran his fingers through Astarion’s curls, rubbing perfumed oil at the vampire’s temples, “I think I’m the lucky one, love, to share even a year of your everlasting life.”
Astarion, of course, reassured them that he was just joking and of course he deserved the world and more with a flick of his wrist and a flash of fangs. They both smiled at him and knew how grateful he was and kissed him sweetly, touching his body as though it were hallowed.
The brain was gone, that horrid Emperor having absconded with it and all its glorious power to gods know where. Astarion, Dosk and Halsin had been staying in Rivington for a while, taking time to revel in the joy of just being together as one. Dosk managed to pull off another grand case of extortion from a crooked landlord, securing a large mansion and courtyard for them.
Of course, Astarion and Dosk knew it would all come to a lengthy pause soon. The forest called to Halsin stronger than any other emotional bond ever could and many nights the druid could be found looking out over the hills, eyes searching for the wilderness. Losing him would be an adjustment for them, but they knew they would come together again just as the leaves return after every winter.
Halsin wasn’t alone in his longing. At night, Dosk would watch the stars as though Lae’zel would float down at any moment, sword in hand, ready to raise hell again. Even Astarion would watch the fire for hours, thinking about Wyll and Karlach, almost praying for their safety. Gale would write from Waterdeep and they could tell his heart was similarly stagnant and yearning, finding it hard to move on after everything. Shadowheart alone stayed in Baldur’s Gate proper to learn to devote herself to Selune. She seemed to be the only one to find any sort of solace within the city’s walls. Nevertheless, the lot of them were changed, irreversibly so, by the last six months.
They still lived as though each night was the last; savoring every moment they had with each other, each laugh sweeter, each touch softer, each glance longer than the last.
Tonight Astarion sat in the garden, book in his lap and wine glass beside him on a stone bench. Halsin was stoking a small fire aimlessly. Dosk was inside, working and writing. His leadership, victory and noble background had earned him many political connections within the city’s walls and beyond. Though Astarion was rather excited at the prospect of a future as a politician’s consort, wheeling and dealing behind the scenes and in the dark, he found the amount of work that Dosk had rather tedious.
Think of the devil, Dosk appeared next to Astarion, stretching his shoulders with a large yawn. Astarion looked up at him and smiled. Though the vampire missed the look of sunlight glinting off those copper scales, the firelight brought a warmth just as sweet to the drow’s dark complexion.
“You’d think these nobles would have had a contingency plan for the aftermath of an Elder Brain attack,” Dosk joked as he sat down lightly next to Astarion. The drow threw his arm over the vampire’s shoulders, pressing a kiss into a cold forehead.
“Not everyone is as prepared for the end of the world as you, darling,” Astarion murmured and sighed contentedly.
“Fools that they are,” Dosk agreed, smile tugging at his plush lips. Astarion craned his neck up to press a kiss into them, relishing their softness and heat.
“That’s exactly why you should take over and rule as a great and terrible sorcerer duke.” This was their running joke, though Astarion was honestly quite serious about it.
By the fire, Halsin watched them from afar smiling with a sad look in his eyes. When Astarion noticed it, he called over, “I don’t like the look in your eyes, druid. You look like you’re about to ruin our fun.”
Halsin sighed, “I hope I’m not.” He looked back into the fire.
“Out with it, Hal,” Dosk said. Astarion could see a wrinkle in the scales on his forehead. They both knew what was coming.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Halsin said, looking both of them in the eyes. Of course he would not shy away from even this.
Dosk and Astarion do not speak. Astarion’s hands ball in his lap and Dosk removes his hand from the vampire’s shoulder.
“I do not wish to leave either of you, and I want nothing more than for you to accompany me,” Halsin said quickly, urgency the undercurrent of his words, “But we have conflicting responsibilities now.” He turned his body away from the fire, kneeling before them both on the ground, “I need you to know that this departure is not born of a diminishment of my feelings. For either of you.”
Another pause. It’s Astarion who spoke first, limply waving his hand, “Oh, darling, we always knew this was coming.” He carried on though his voice cracked, “We’re not going to hold your bestial nature against you.” Astarion’s hand found one of Dosk’s and he beckoned to Halsin with his other.
Halsin sighed, almost like a pressure valve. He rose from the ground to walk over to them, taking Astarion’s hand. He knelt before the two of them and reaches a hand out to Dosk. The drow looked at the hand offered him and, if Astarion didn’t know any better, it almost looked as though tears were welling in his lavender eye.
“It’s fun and games until the fluidity of evolving connections actually changes,” Dosk choked out. He smiled and took Halsin’s hand. The three of them brought their heads together and pressed kisses into each other’s faces, wet with tears. Their hands stay linked tight, as though they believed their held hands to be the embodiment of their love.
Astarion broke away first, “Well, Halsin, how do you want to play out our last night of love together?” He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips.
Halsin watched Astarion’s tongue with marked interest but returnsed his gaze to the vampire’s eyes, “I would be happy enough to share a night by the fire with you both, to enjoy you as you are most content.”
“How romantic,” Astarion drawled. He looked at Dosk with bold intention and want on his face, “Does that sound agreeable to you, my love, or do you think we could arrange for a grand send-off?”
Dosk immediately picked up on Astarion’s intentions and wiped his face with the back of his hand, “I think you’re right, Star. We could manage quite the long and sweet goodbye.”
Halsin looked between the two of them, eyes shifting and the tips of his ears turning pink. “I do not want to push anything that you are not ready for, my heart.” He directed this at Astarion. The three of them had been together as one for less than four months but their sex life had yet to fully join their hearts. As always, Dosk and Halsin were patient and never pushed for anything Astarion wasn’t willing to give but Astarion had been working his way up to it. They had taken turns watching each other, deep in pleasure, but most nights only two of them went to bed. They had tried once, Astarion between the two of them, but that night was a blur to the vampire. He remembered Halsin’s lips and Dosks hands and then he was fully dressed and Halsin was handing him a cup of tea. The rest of that night Dosk hummed a lullabye while stroking his hair and they told him they loved him deeply.
Astarion nodded slowly, “And I will always be grateful for your sweet patience, the both of you, but I find myself feeling… eager this evening. To wish you well on your return to your rugged lifestyle.”
“Well,” Halsin swallowed, “I cannot say honestly that I have not longed for such an experience.”
“We’d all be liars if any of us tried to say that, darling,” Astarion agreed, “Wouldn’t you say so love?
“You know where I stand on that issue, Star,” Dosk replied.
“Then it’s settled,” Astarion sidled away from the two large elves and stood up from the stone bench, “I’m going to go and freshen up a bit, but I trust I’ll see you both soon?”
He walked away and felt their eyes on him, raking up and down his retreating form. Once inside the washroom, Astarion let himself shed a few tears as he poured water into the basin. This is what he gets for loving a druid he supposes. He and Dosk would be fine, they would see Halsin again, Astarion told himself as he washed. The druid still had at least another century or two of life in him. They had time to love.
Astarion did not languish in his sponge bath and heads for the bedroom where he found Halsin and Dosk already on the bed, half undressed. Dosk was undoing the braids in Halsin’s hair as the larger elf kisses his neck. Dosk laughed easily, accusing Halsin of distracting him and Astarion’s chest constricted at the sight. Beautiful and soft. Halsin’s hands reached up to catch Dosk’s, stopping them from their work, leaving the druid’s tawny hair mussed. Halsin leaned into Dosk’s space for a long and slow kiss, full of tongue. Dosk moaned into the kiss and Halsin’s hand guide’s Dosk’s to the druid’s waist. Dosk pulled hard and Halsin gasped into their kiss.
As Astarion watched he brought his own hand to squeeze his groin. He’ll miss the druid’s laugh and sweet smile, of course, but he’s going to miss watching these giant elves writhing in passion oh so much.
“Starting without me, loves?” Astarion pouted as he unbuttoned his jacket, sauntering toward the bed slowly.
Dosk pulled away from Halsin’s kiss as the druid buried into his neck, “Wouldn’t dream of it, my star. Just getting warmed up for you.”
“Indeed,” Astarion purred, noting the bulge in Halsin’s breeches. The druid had definitely been longing. The vampire approached the bed and without hesitation knelt to kiss his way up Halsin’s bare abdomen and shucked his jack onto the floor.
Hands and teeth and spit everywhere, punctuated by sighs and gasps. Astarion felt warm and something in him unfurled slowly, basking in the light of his loves. Halsin’s hand found its way to Dosk’s groin and rubbed hard. Astarion placed his hands on Dosk’s chest, playing with dusky nipples and he watched how Dosk’s eyes rolled back into his head.
“Star,” Dosk gasped out, his hands reaching back to tug on Halsin’s hair, “I’m gonna need a bite.”
Hearing that sent a spike of arousal through Astarion and the vampire almost growled. He granted Dosk’s wish almost immediately, biting down eagerly on Dosk’s neck. Halsin leaned back and positioned himself behind Dosk, rubbing the drow’s back and watching Astarion drink intently. Astarion made eye contact with Halsin as he drank, through his white eyelashes and smiled around Dosk’s bloody neck when the druid’s nostrils flared. Halsin’s eyes flashed down to Dosk’s groin and his mouth opened when he saw the growing hardness in the sorcerer’s lap. His hands immediately wrapped around Dosk to undo the laces of his breeches. Halsin must have been successful because all Astarion knows is Dosk’s deep blood in his mouth and the sound of the drow panting and babbling.
Astarion released Dosk from his bite and watches the blood trickle down the drow’s dark chest and meet Halsin’s arm. Dosk’s blood against Halsin’s sun-kissed skin, so lovingly painted on, opened a fresh wound within Astarion’s heart. He coveted the ache it brought before Dosk pulled him into a crushing kiss. Dosk’s hands were all over him as he kneels on the bed, pulling at his clothes, his hair, his skin. The drow broke their kiss to drag his tongue across Astarion’s abdomen. Astarion held Dosk’s head and cards his fingers through reddish silver hair and Halsin kisses his way up Dosks’s back, grinding against him, pausing when his thin lips find the blood pooling at Dosk’s neck. Astarion eyes went impossibly wide as Halsin kisses the open wound of Astarion’s bite, blood smearing his scarred face and Dosk hissing from pain and pleasure. He crashed his lips into Halsin’s, over Dosk’s neck, desperate to taste Halsin’s mouth and Dosk’s blood all at once.
Their kiss was hard and during it, Dosk mouthed at Astarion’s clothed hardness and removed his own breeches. Halsin broke the kiss and drew Astarion’s attention down to Dosk, naked between them, bleeding and sweating. Astarion pushed Dosk’s face away from his groin to unlace his own breeches and guide his swollen cock out. He held it in front of Dosk’s face before asking, “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Dosk gasped out and lunged forward when Halsin’s hand came behind him to grip the drow’s neck, holding him back.
Astarion looked up to see Halsin has also pulled his breeches down far enough to release his fat, weeping cock. A bead of precum sat at the head and Astarion swallowed and bit his lip, wanting that weight on his tongue.
“Do you want me as well, my heart?” Halsin asked Dosk, letting his cock sit heavy on Dosk’s back for context. It sat pink and heavy on the cleft of Dosk’s ass, reaching the copper flecked dimples of his lower back.
Dosk didn’t take his eyes away from Astarion’s groin but his breathing grew ragged and he nodded, “Yes, please, please.”
Astarion loved to see the proud drow beg even if it wasn't for him. Dosk licked a straight line up the underside of Astarion’s cock and Astarion moaned. As Dosk turned his full attention to Astarion’s cock Halsin coated his fingers generously with oil from the nightstand. The druid slipped two fingers into Dosk’s backside, using his other hand to sweep broad, loving strokes across the drow’s well-muscled side. Astarion and Halsin pumped in time, slowly, easing into Dosk.
Halsin added another finger and Astarion felt a heavy breath through Dosk’s nose. The drow moaned and Astarion felt the hum around his cock and moaned with his love in unison. Dosk was always good at sucking Astarion and the vampire thought he secretly loved it more than any other sordid deed they engaged in the bedroom.
“I’m going to enter you, love,” Halsin told Dosk gently, still rubbing his side.
Dosk pulled off Astarion to voice his consent, but soon Astarion’s cock was swathed again in tight heat.
Halsin’s hand came out to guide his cock into Dosk’s entrance. Astarion watched hungrily as Dosk’s ass took every inch, slowly and smoothly. When Halsin made it to the hilt, they all sighed in relief. Amazing how an elf as large as Dosk could still seem so small against Halsin. Astarion’s mind ran wild with images of his own size difference with the druid. Halsin’s hand gripped around Dosk’s hip and he thrusted experimentally. Dosk grunted around Astarion’s cock and the vampire placed both his hands and the back of the drow’s head to keep him steady. Astarion fucked Dosk’s face in time with Halsin, getting harder and faster. Astarion spared a glance down at Dosk to see him drooling around Astarion’s white cock, eyes rolled back in pleasure and cheeks hollowed.
Astarion and Halsin made eye contact over Dosk’s body. Halsin’s pupils were blown wide, his cheeks were flushed and stray hairs clung to his neck from sweat. A bead of sweat dropped from his neck down between the cleft of his chest and Astarion watched it fall all the way down to where Halsin’s and Dosk’s bodies met. Astarion grazed one hand away from Dosk’s head to trail along the drow’s side, fingers outstretched. Halsin, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and face flushed, noticed and reached a hand out toward the vampire. They locked hands over Dosk’s sweaty body, palms sliding and locking against each other. Astarion leaned over, mouth open, and Halsin followed suit. They share a kiss, wet and sloppy, still tasting of Dosk’s dried blood. Astarion moaned into the kiss, the feeling of both Halsin’s tongue and Dosk’s hot mouth driving him over the brink.
Underneath him, Dosk, strong thing that he is, managed to snake one hand between Astarion’s legs and slipped a finger inside him. The drow’s hand was confident and he slipped another finger in. The burn of penetration without lubrication made Astarion groan into Halsin’s mouth. The druid licked across the vampire’s fangs to draw his own blood and the flavor brought Astarion over the edge. He rolled his head up and placed both of his hands back on Dosk’s hair, pulling hard. He spilled easily into Dosk’s mouth and the drow did not let a drop fall onto the bed, sucking greedily. Astarion slid from Dosk’s mouth to watch Halsin keep fucking into him without mercy.
As Astarion watched, breathing heavily and relishing his own personal afterglow, he noticed that Dosk’s mouth seemed full. He leaned forward to nudge Dosk into sitting upright. Halsin noticed this movement and sits back on his heels, lifting Dosk into his lap, still thrusting hard. Astarion paused to watch Dosk’s heavy and weeping cock bounce in his lap and grabbed hold of it, giving it an experimental squeeze. He craned his head up to Dosk for a deep kiss and Dosk’s mouth closed around his for a torrent of Astarion’s own come to rush into the vampire’s mouth. As he kissed Dosk, he locked eyes with Halsin again, to catch the druid watching. Halsin’s eyes were wide and he bit his lip.
Astarion and Dosk passed the wad of Astarion’s come back and forth a few times, Astarion purposefully letting some dribble down his chin. The taste of his own come had Astarion wanting to try more. He kissed Dosk one last time before reaching around to kiss Halsin. Halsin lapped at the come on Astarion’s tongue, chin and neck eagerly, groaning at the taste. Astarion smirked, pulling away to lick his lips and to look at them again. By gods, they were beautiful.
Dosk whined and Astarion grips his cock tighter, using his other hand to fondle his balls. A few more thrusts has Dosk coming into his hand and Astarion leaned down to lick the drow’s cock. Dosk looked spent but Halsin kept thrusting up into him.
Astarion crawled around the bed to push Halsin back slightly, and they took a moment to adjust as Halsin lay down on his back. Dosk, facing away from them, continued to bounce on Halsin’s cock and is now stroking his own cock back to hardness. Astarion left him to his own pleasure to kiss Halsin slowly again.
In between kisses and heavy breaths Halsin asked, “You alright, love?”
“I’d be better if you told me you’d still be here tomorrow night when I wake up,” Astarion admitted, “But I don’t want you to start lying to me now, after all this.”
“I won’t,” Halsin moaned, “Can I taste more of you?”
“Can you take more of me?” Astarion breathed out.
“You? Always.”
Astarion climbed over Halsin’s chest to straddle him. Halsin used his hands to pull Astarion further to hover over his face. Astarion gasped when Halsin’s tongue laved over his hole. Halsin pulled Astarion down for the vampire’s full weight to sit on his face and he ate with relish. The combination of heavy breath and hot tongue had Astarion’s cock stirring again and the vampire moaned slow and easy. Halsin’s hands kneaded his ass and he can hear Dosk moan behind him. The room was rife with sweat and pleasure and Astarion felt filthy in the best way. Halsin moaned into the space behind his balls and the vibration made him hard again. He pumped his own cock and reached down to grip Halsin’s hair under him. Halsin’s tongue was indiscriminate and passed over the deepest places of Astarion’s body, even dipping inside his hole. Astarion whined at the feeling, wanting more.
“Halsin, I want you inside me,” Astarion groaned out.
“We can switch, my thighs are killing me,” Dosk replied to him, “How does that sound, Hal?”
“Perfect,” Halsin breathed out.
They rearranged themselves, Dosk sat on Halsin’s face and Astarion reapplying oil to Halsin’s cock. He sank quickly on, not worrying about preparation in his hurry to feel more. Astarion and Dosk faced each other this time and they watched each other’s faces change with the ebbs and flows of the pleasure found in Halsin’s body. Astarion fucked himself hard, wanting to hear the slap of their bodies ring out loud against the wall. Dosk ground his ass down hard on Halsin’s face and the druid’s hips snapped up to meet Astarion’s. Astarion and Dosk kiss each other over Halsin’s body and they moaned together.
The three of them writhed together in a moment that felt like eternity and only a few minutes when Halsin’s hip stuttered. His moan is muffled by Dosk’s backside but it’s unmistakable. His orgasm leaked from Astarion’s back side and the sensation guided him through his own orgasm. Dosk lifts himself up from Halsin’s face to allow the druid space to sit up. Halsin does and he buries his face into Astarion’s shoulder, fucking up into him through the end of their shared orgasm. Dosk watched, jerking himself off and came watching them.
They collapsed into the bed, limbs tangled and breathing hard.
“We’ll have to find you again in whatever bloody forest you pick,” Astarion managed to say in between labored breaths, “We have to do that again.”
“Hells yes,” Dosk agreed, equally winded.
Halsin laughed, “I know our paths will cross again. But, we do not have to wait too long before experiencing that pleasure again.”
“Oh?” Astarion’s eyebrows raise.
“Gods bless you, you bear of a man,” Dosk breathed out, “But we’re going to have some water and at least a piece of fruit before doing anything. Astarion got to eat but I’m running on empty.”
“Yes, darling, that was very lovely and thoughtful of you to provide,” Astarion said with a satifisfied smirk.
They ate fruit in bed, drinking water and wine, feeding each other and laughing before indulging in each other’s bodies again. The night was long and beautiful and while they know it will be followed with a tearful goodbye, they also know it was not forever.