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One would think that after centuries of sneaking around in the dark Astarion would be tired of it, but in truth it was becoming one of his favorite pastimes.
The places they camped on their journey were nothing like Baldur's Gate, and Astarion didn’t have the pressure to bring back fresh blood for Cazador here. Maybe it was the druids rubbing off on him, but he was rather starting to enjoy his evening hunts where he felt absolutely cloaked by the dark shadow of the forest. It was black as pitch, and he moved quickly and carefully.
But hunting was not even the best part of his nightly roaming. He often found himself with hours to kill where his mind was too active to relax with a book or a walk, so he’d taken to doing something more exciting.
Snooping on his traveling companions.
There was so much interesting information to be gathered if one was willing to wait until the fire went dark and the moon was high in the sky. That was the time for quiet conversations, secrets.
He saw Lae’zel and Shadowheart at each other's throats, he saw the way they whispered angrily at each other after, saw as weeks passed and the anger became performative and teasing. Saw the way Lae’zel would reach out to put a hand on Shadowheart’s for a second before pulling away.
Karlach had nightmares and talked nonsense in her sleep. Wyll snored like you couldn’t believe, and had all sorts of interesting bits and bobs ripe for taking in his tent. Astarion was biding his time for the next night the warlock got too deep in his cups to try his luck at that. Gale…well Gale was special.
Gale was a wizard which did make snooping a little more complicated. Cazador always warned them not to bring home mages, saying they were too slippery for their own good. This was true as they usually came equipped with all manner of spells to keep hands and attention off of them and their things. Very difficult to pickpocket.
Gale, especially, liked his privacy at night. Karlach practically slept outside her tent half the time and none of the others did much in the way of securing their safety in sleep. It was easier that way to fetch someone if things went wrong in the night.
Except Gale was a different story. When he wished them all a cheery goodnight and closed up his tent flaps, that was it, there was no light, no noise, nothing.
One night, after taking down a stag that left him feeling bold and overconfident, he decided to find out. He was quiet as anything as he snuck up to the tent, pausing to wait and listen. Nothing, just the sounds of the forest. From here he should have been able to hear the wizard breathing.
His fingers crept up to the tent flap and went to nudge it just slightly to peer inside. As his hand touched the flap he felt the telltale sensation of a magical shield, a little white shimmer sending a light electric tingle down his arm.
There was no snooping on Gale that night, he knew that breaking that barrier would alert the wizard and probably cause more trouble than it was worth. He’d not pushed the issue since, reluctant to break the fragile bond that was forming between him and the wizard.
He would never, ever admit it aloud, but he probably liked Gale the most out of their band of misfits. Yes, he could talk about the most inane nonsense for hours on end, but that was a bit of the appeal.
He had a knack for small talk, little comments on the weather and what they had for dinner and rambly stories about his mother and his cat. It was nothing of substance but it was nice, this sort of chatter was not anything he’d experienced in the spawn dormitories. It was a small luxury to drink a glass of wine and think of nothing but ‘well Astarion, what are your thoughts on carnivorous plants?’.
They’d spent many evenings together in companionable conversation, and soon Gale was listening just as much as he was talking, and things got slightly, slightly deeper than surface level.
Astarion told Gale about hunting for Cazador, the sickness in his stomach when he thought about the people he’d led to the slaughter. Gale told Astarion about his time locked away in his tower after he first developed his condition. Lonely nights, the fight he and his mother had just before Gale was whisked along on this adventure, the fear he wouldn’t see her again to be able to patch things up.
Those talks were few and far between, but there was something there, some unseen string that tugged them closer together.
He’d been doing so very, very good at respecting the man’s boundaries. Well, in terms of his tent of course. He quite liked poking and prodding at Gale to tease and see him blush. He clearly enjoyed it when Astarion directed casual endearments his way, and he’d caught the wizard staring a time or two in a way that was not wholly unwelcome.
The more he learned about the wizard the more curious he became about what he could possibly be hiding in there that was so important he would keep it that well protected. Most nights Gale would politely excuse himself with a yawn and a joke about elven sleep habits before saying he was heading off to read himself to bed. Then, he made his tent an impenetrable fortress. For reading?
Maybe it was luck, maybe it was the favor of the gods that had ignored every desperate plea of his up until now, maybe it was all just part of Gale’s plan all along. Whatever the reason was, tonight was the night things changed.
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Astarion came back from a late hunt with a spring in his step. Eating to fullness was still a new experience and it brought a thrill every time. He was rather looking forward to finishing his chapter of The Wizard of Ooze before slipping into a nice trance when something caught his eye across camp.
It was Gale’s tent, the slightest purple glow peeking out of the flaps. The first sign of life he’d ever seen after those curtains closed.
He absolutely could not help himself, what harm was one quick look around?
Of course he wasn’t an amateur. He took a full lap about camp to ensure everyone was abed already, nobody around to catch his nighttime invasions of privacy. They were all there, he could hear the soft sounds of deep breathing and gentle snores as he crept slowly back around to the entrance to Gale’s tent.
The light was so faint he wasn’t sure he would have seen it without use of his acute darkvision. Any light in such darkness was a beacon, however small. He listened, nothing.
With one careful hand he reached out to the tent flap, cautiously testing to see if there was still a barrier up.
*Pop.*
Instantly, it was gone. He felt just a split second of resistance as his finger brushed up against the Weave working there and then the pressure disappeared all at once.
He froze. Waited for an angry wizard in his face, but nothing came. In his panic he almost didn’t realize that whatever shield had just broken was now letting him hear what was happening inside the tent.
And oh, there was something happening inside the tent.
Slick, wet noises. Little cut off moans. Panting. The sweet sound of desperation. Gale pleasuring himself? But no, there was someone speaking over the sounds of pleasure. He could only catch snippets of what they were saying, but he thought it might have been Gale speaking. If that was the case, then who the hell was he fucking?
From inside he could hear, very faintly. “…like an animal for it. I should make you beg for the privilege to get fucked. Would you like that, slut?” Good gods, who was he talking to like that?
He’d already accounted for everyone in camp and didn’t see how Gale could have slipped someone in under their noses between now and when Astarion bid him goodnight at his notably empty tent.
The curiosity was too strong now, and a slow, nasty burn of jealousy was making him feel the need to look even more as those continued whimpers and filthy, filthy words continued to spill out of the tent. He needed to know. Who was the one that had snared their wizard? And why hadn’t it been Astarion?
With the careful hands of only the most well trained rogue he reached in and slowly undid a few of the ties holding the tent closed, listening for any change from inside.
If he had a heart it would have been pounding. He hooked one finger inside the flap and tugged just enough so that he could peer in through the gap there.
It took him too long to realize what was going on.
There was Gale, face pressed down into a pillow with a hand in his hair to keep him there, moaning and whining into it as he was slowly fucked from behind.
By Gale.
Except this Gale was glowing purple and seemed almost translucent at times in the candle lit space. Some sort of magical effect, but it was moving with strength and precision, and if Gale’s moans were anything to go by it was very, very solid.
He stared, completely taken aback. This was Gale’s idea of masturbation? An illusory clone to fuck him into the ground? Wizards continued to surprise him with their creativity.
And the purple Gale wasn’t just fucking him, no, he was talking too.
“Take it, show me how good you can be, come on now. Oh, look at that pretty hole stretch for me, nothing but a needy whore.”
Gale, the real Gale, shuddered and cried out into the pillow, clearly whining out for ‘more’ and ‘harder’. Illusory Gale kept his face firmly pressed down into the floor while he slowly, deeply fucked Gale. Gale was sweating and trembling but his voice was nothing but pleasure.
Astarion was briefly pleased that Gale had his face hidden so he couldn’t see the vampire poking around, but as he stared longer he realized that the purple Gale was no longer looking down, it was looking straight at him with eyes too intelligent for a magical copy, and he felt a chill settle in his stomach. Caught.
But illusory Gale only smiled and crooked one finger at him in a come hither motion, then pressed it to his lips to convey quiet.
He only hesitated for a second. His cock was already stiffening at the sight, and he didn’t know if he had the self control to completely walk away and not at least watch Gale cum on his double’s cock. Never let it be said that he was a good man.
If things were awkward, if he was unwelcome, they would talk it out come morning. He trusted Gale enough for that at least.
He slipped inside the tent and very quickly did up the ties behind him, as quiet as he could be.
Illusory Gale actually seemed to help him by picking up his pace and murmuring, “This is where you belong, right here, and you know it. You’d spend every second of every day on your knees if you could. Stupid whore, you just don’t know any better.” It was enough to draw another loud string of moans and muffled begging into the pillow, plenty of noise to mask his entry.
He had absolutely no idea where he was going with this, only that he wanted to consume as much of the scene in front of him as he could, like greedily drinking from a corpse before it cooled. He palmed the front of his pants just slightly, and took a careful step so he was a bit closer to the action.
The real Gale had not noticed him yet, but the illusion gave him a very filthy smirk that was a delicious surprise on a face such as his.
“But not just for anyone, isn’t that right?” Purple Gale held eye contact with Astarion the whole time he spoke. “You’d spend all day on your knees if it was the vampire that put you there.”
Oh? How interesting.
Gale squirmed so hard that he nearly came up out of his position, as if to protest, but the illusion was too quick, it snagged both of his wrists in one hand and pinned them behind his back. With the other he fisted it tight in Gale’s hair and forced him back down to where he wanted him.
“Don’t whine, Gale. I’m a simulacrum of your own creation built only with the goal to bring you pleasure. We share the same mind, you can’t lie to me. I’ve been designed to act on your deepest, darkest desires. I know what you want, now be a good boy and let me give it to you.”
He was fucking Gale a little faster now, but he was still going fairly slow, Astarion wondered how long they’d been at it for Gale to be such a mess, surely not since he went to bed nearly three hours ago?
“You’d lick his boots for an ounce of attention, be his obedient pet at the drop of a hat. Oh how you wish you weren’t poisoned inside so that he could feed on you, so that you could serve him with every part of your body, satiate every hunger.” Gods, did Gale really have this kind of mouth hidden behind his cocky little wizard exterior? Astarion was almost drooling.
His whimpers were getting louder and louder now, and Astarion watched as the double slowed down until he was just ever so gently grinding into Gale’s ass. Poor Gale, the sweet thing, squirmed the whole time, clearly dying to find his pleasure and having it teased away from him by himself.
Illusion Gale used his grip on Gale’s hair to turn his head to the side, thankfully not in Astarion's direction, freeing his mouth.
“Say his name.” The illusion demanded in the same serious tone that Gale would use to cast fireball.
For the first time in the night he could hear Gale’s voice clearly, and was not surprised at how shaky and blown out it was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please. I need it.”
The illusion tutted, almost scolding. “I told you to do something, naughty puppy.” He spanked Gale hard, once, and started to thrust again, torturously slow for poor Gale but it drew a shudder out of him. “Beg him, not me, say his name.”
“Astarion! Ah- Astarion, please!”
And there it was, in all its glory. He could no longer contain himself, any shred of self restraint he’d had was gone at the sound of his name coming off of Gale’s lips.
“Yes, dear?”
Gale yelped in surprise and stiffened and then thrashed against the hold of his double, who kept him very well pinned throughout, but he was able to turn his head enough so that he could see Astarion standing, smug, at the front of the tent.
“Astarion? Oh Mystra save me, fuck, ah- stop that, you!” Illusion Gale had not stopped fucking his poor sweet wizard throughout, and was indeed now speeding up. “What- how-“
“How could I ignore such a tempting scene, darling?” He let himself get closer now so that she was standing directly above Gale. With the way he was being held down Gale could really only stare at his boots as he got closer and closer.
“Who knew the great Gale of Waterdeep was hiding such wicked perversions? I’ll have to visit Waterdeep someday, see if you’re as well known there for being a whore as you are a wizard.”
Gale’s face was still pure shock and pleasure. He made a low whine in his throat. It was the illusory Gale that answered him.
“There are still some old Blackstaff classmates who remember his tongue to this day! ” He informed Astarion, rather cheerfully.
“You are a delight, strange purple Gale, I think we’re going to get along nicely!” He decided to take a risk, an educated one based on the way the evening was going so far.
He placed one boot carefully on the side of Gale’s turned head, further pinning him to the ground. “Is that true, pet? Were you a good hole for your school mates?”
Gale’s eyes were blown wide with arousal and probably fear, but he answered quickly and willingly, and if his heartbeat wasn’t lying, truthfully. “Y-yes, sir.”
Now that was a treat. “You’re precious. And are you going to be a good hole for me tonight?” He tried to keep his tone as casual as possible, hiding the desperate edge of need that filled him to break the human before him until he was no longer capable of speech. No matter what he wanted, he needed Gale to want it too, and hoped to give him a chance to back out if he so needed.
“Ah yes, yes! Please, Astarion, please use me! Please, I want to serve you. Anything you desire, I will give to you.” He sounded pathetic, so far gone he barely sounded like himself. Astarion told him as much, gently tapping his foot against Gale’s cheek.
He removed his boot, made a note to make Gale lick them clean before they left this tent tomorrow, and looked at illusory purple Gale who had a pleasantly neutral face for the way he was still drilling into the wizard below him. “Be a dear and lift him up for me, hm?”
The illusion did as he asked, lifting Gale up by the hips to pull them flush together, Gale’s front was bared to Astarion and behind him the illusion kept him speared on its cock.
He was gorgeous, he knew the wizard would be handsome under those terrible drab robes, but this was something else. Every inch of him gleamed with sweat, Astarion could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. His eyes were immediately drawn to Gale’s cock which was rigid against his belly, hard and dripping, he could even see where he’d left a little puddle of precum on the rug below him. He was flushed from toe to tip, hazy eyed and delirious with want, but he still locked his gaze with Astarion with as much sincerity as he could, as if checking in.
He couldn’t help but smile, and leaned down to cradle his face, tilting his chin up just a tad. “Shall we have a wonderful adult conversation about this in the morning? I would very much like to take advantage of your predicament, if you’re amenable.” He asked, trying to keep his voice soft.
Gale nodded. “Yes, ah, of course. I can’t tell you how much I want you to do that, as long as you want that as well. I wanted to do this better, to think of a way to talk to you about this before we-“
“Far too many words, darling, if you’re still talking like that you clearly haven’t had enough teasing!”
He reached out and gave one of his nipples a vicious twist, causing Gale to cry out loudly.
“Careful, love, your little shields are down right now, if you’re too loud someone will come in to check on us.”
Gale’s eyes fell to the swell of Astarion's cock, almost painfully hard now. “You could, uh, you could fill my mouth?”
“Oh? And what would I fill it with?”
“A-anything! Anything you want! Please, Astarion, I want to taste you, all of you.”
He kept one hand on Gale’s face, gently stroking as he unlaced his trousers and pulled his cock free. Gale’s eyes couldn’t leave it for a second, a ravenous need plain on his face. “Oh, please. Please, Astarion. I need it.”
“Hmmm.”
He took himself in hand and drew ever closer to Gale, who immediately opened his mouth and leaned in, but Astarion was quick enough to grab his hair and pull him back.
“Purple Gale, will you do me a favor and hold him there for me?”
“Of course, Astarion! Happy to be of assistance!”
To the real Gale he leaned in and whispered, “Close your mouth, you desperate thing. I’ll tell you when you can taste me and not a second before.”
Gale’s jaw clicked shut audibly, making a needy little whine in the back of his throat. He nodded, as much as he was able to with the double holding his hair so tightly.
Astarion stroked himself slowly, taking in the whole pretty picture in front of him. Gale on his knees was a sight to behold, and his lust clouded expression made him twitch in his hand as he stroked.
He stepped as close to Gale as he could and pressed his cock against his face, rutting on his flushed cheek. He could hear Gale take a deep inhale, smelling Astarion's cock, and then another, like he couldn’t get enough of the scent. So desperate for anything Astarion would give him. It was enough power to give him a head rush.
“Gods but you do want it bad, don’t you? What if I want to take my pleasure this way, darling? Rut myself on your pretty face until I paint it and leave you here to the torment of your illusory friend? I could walk out of this tent without giving you a single taste of my cock.” He pulled back enough that he could slap his dick against Gale’s face a few times, letting it touch his lips but not pressing into his mouth.
The prospect of that actually made Gale’s face fall in a way that made his stomach seize up with desire. He trembled like he might cry but he just gave Astarion the sweetest, softest eyes still filled with that insatiable need and said, “Anything you want. Please, I want you to take your pleasure from me, I want to make you feel good. Use me, Astarion, I am yours for the taking.”
And *snap* went his self control. He hissed, “Open your mouth,” and wasted no time sinking immediately into Gale’s throat when he obliged.
Mortals were so warm, Gale more so than others with how worked up he was, blood running so fast and hot that Astarion could feel it thrumming against his cock. The sudden heat drew an involuntary noise from him.
“Fuck. That’s right, that’s a good little cocksleeve. Nothing but my pleasure in your mind. I think I like you like this, I might just have to keep you.” He took a few lazy thrusts into Gale’s mouth and had to bite back a moan. He didn’t want to finish this too quickly, he wanted to draw it out until Gale was beyond words, beyond that big brain. Until their bodies melted together and became one.
He pulled back out of Gale’s mouth and commanded, “Tongue out.”
Oh yes, Gale on his knees with lust glazed eyes and a throbbing erection holding his mouth open for Astarion to use was going to be an image he held on to for the rest of his undeath. He couldn’t stop himself, he leaned down and spit in Gale’s mouth.
Gale thrust up helplessly into the air and moaned at the sensation, but did not close his mouth. He slid the head of his cock over Gale’s tongue, smearing his own spit and precum inside of Gale’s mouth.
He almost let out a shout when Gale suddenly took all of him in his mouth, deeply. He opened his mouth to chastise before he realized that it was illusory Gale doing the meddling. He had one hand on Gale’s hair and the other holding his hands behind his back so he still could not move. He was holding Gale pinned on Asatrion’s cock.
“He loves getting his throat fucked, you know.” He said, conversationally. “The harder, the better.” The illusion started moving Gale’s head, forcing that sweet mouth up and down Astarion’s length, wet and warm with their shared fluids.
“Ah, I can see that. Go on then, fuck his mouth with my cock, show me exactly how he likes to take it.” How was he going to go back to normality after this? How could it possibly be the same, when he now knew that the wizard was this keen for Astarion to use him as a toy? Why, there was really only one solution, and that was to keep Gale locked up in his tent at all times, but that might need some tweaking.
Such thoughts were driven from his mind as the illusion did start to choke Gale on his cock in earnest. Every time he slid into the tightness of Gale’s throat he felt his cock twitch on the wizard's tongue. Divine.
He was too caught up in the moment to properly sweet talk his darling wizard but he was coherent enough to mumble out, “That’s it, darling thing. You’re perfect.”
Gale hummed around his cock, drawing a whine out of Astarion. He couldn’t help but thrust up harder, pounding hard into Gale’s throat even as the illusion pressed him down from the other side. Poor Gale, something about a rock and a hard vampire?
He couldn’t take more than a few minutes of that or he was going to spill on Gale’s tongue far too quickly, he pulled out for a breath, and Gale found his voice again.
“Astarion. Please fuck me. Please, please, please. Need it- I- I need it so bad, I need you, please Astarion. I’ll do anything, please.” He was frantic and needy and desperate all wrapped into a delicious bundle just for him. He felt more greedy for the man in front of him than he ever had for the contents of a coin purse.
He ignored Gale. “Excuse me, purple Gale? If I wanted to get rid of you and have the wizard all to myself, how might I do that? Hypothetically, of course.”
“Ah well I can be dismissed by Gale of course or I can run out of time on my summoning, about two hours, an hour of which has already elapsed.”
That made Astarion laugh aloud. “Oh my! So all that struggling and you could have ended it on your own?” He pet Gale’s head sweetly, softly. “They should call you the Whore of Waterdeep, it’s more fitting.”
“Astarion, please.” Gale looked near tears.
“Get rid of him.”
Immediately, purple Gale was gone and they were alone. Without something to support him, Gale toppled over into Astarion’s legs. He caught him there and held him for a moment, but not long. The second he was free Gale began to place little kisses across Astarion’s thighs and stomach. With every kiss, a moaned ‘please’.
“Your knees must be killing you, on your back, love.” Why the fuck was Astarion still wearing clothes? He set out to rectify that as he watched Gale fall back and sprawl on his bedroll. That hazy fog of arousal seemed to lift a bit as he stretched out aching joints and watched Astarion undress.
“By the gods you are the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on.” Gale’s voice was mildly slurred and pleasure drunk, but the clear appreciation, desire, worship in this gaze sent a tingle down his spine. “Let me build you an altar and I’ll worship at it the rest of my life. Devote myself to you, live your doctrine. You’d want for nothing, I’d be a most faithful servant.” Whatever lingering nerves he’d had about being naked in front of Gale were swept away.
Astarion was on him, frantic for his touch after too long playing coy. He slotted himself in between Gale’s legs and leaned down to cover him with his body, finally claiming his lips in a deathly cold kiss. Gale whined into his mouth and bucked up helplessly into Astarion’s body.
He couldn't bite back a gasp as Gale’s hard cock grazed his, the sudden need to take his pleasure was so strong he felt dizzy. He pressed wet, messy kisses over Gale’s face and lips, keen to taste all the wizard had to offer.
“Gale, darling, love, sweetheart, will you spread your legs and show me that slutty hole you’ve been hiding from me this whole time?” He was reluctant to pull away from the man's mouth but his arousal was building too rapidly for him to wait any longer to take.
“Yes, anything for you.” Gale panted through slick, swollen lips, and brought his knees up so that his ass was fully exposed to Astarion when he leaned back.
His hole was a wreck, sloppy with grease and well fucked from the illusory Gale, leaving him stretched and pliant as Astarion curiously eased in two fingers. Gale moaned, letting his head fall back to rest on the bedroll, and started to grind down on Astarion.
“You will be my ruin. Astarion, please, have mercy and fuck me!”
He had half a mind to draw it out until Gale was crying, but his own desire was too strong to be ignored.
He pressed into Gale in one slow, smooth movement. The soft wetness of him was enough to draw a long moan out of his mouth, one that Gale echoed as he sank in to the hilt.
The sudden wet heat of him was almost painful. He was dripping with pleasure. There was a faint ringing in his ears.
He was not gentle. Gale did not seem to mind. Never, not once in his many years of perfecting the art of the bedchamber, had he felt like an overwhelming animal desire to fuck like he was now. He needed to take, needed to own, needed with such an intense strength that it frightened him.
He was alight with red hot desire. His fingers were surely leaving marks where they were dug into Gale’s hips, perfectly padded to make for the right leverage to fuck his wizard silly.
The inane babble coming out of his mouth would probably embarrass him if he thought about it too hard. All he knew was that he needed Gale to know what destruction he’d wrought on Astarion's senses.
“You’ve ruined me, pet, I’ll ruin you in return. Break you and put you back together in a way that pleases me. You’ll be mine. Only mine. Only ever mine.”
Gale only managed to moan out a single, “Yours,” before Astarion sealed their mouths together.
It was divine, and in the moment he felt like the god that Gale so sweetly saw him as. He was liquid pleasure, thrusts never ceasing even as he found Gale’s tongue and began to suck and nibble.
He was quickly coming to a dazzling finish, drunk on the thrill of power and the wet heat of his precious wizard. He could only form one word as his hips stuttered and bucked.
“Break.” He commanded sharply into Gale’s mouth, nipped at his bottom lip.
*“Break.”* Was all he managed as he spilled deep inside his prize.
He was distantly aware of Gale twitching and crying out and the unmistakable sensation of a cock shooting against his belly. Break, indeed.
The rush of adrenaline left him feeling pleasantly fuzzy and tired as it began to ebb as quickly as it started. He couldn’t quite bear to pull out entirely, and kept himself settled deep inside of Gale as he pressed little kisses and bites to the side of his neck.
“Perfect. Just perfect.” He mumbled into the skin of Gale’s neck.
“I should be the one saying that. Gods above, Astarion, you’re a marvel.” He felt tingly and warm all over, the flush of emotion and desire was overwhelming.
“Let me stay.” He demanded. Probably not the most eloquent strategy to squirm his way into Gale’s very warm bedroll for the night, but he was beyond eloquence.
“Anything you want.” Gale insisted drowsily, pressing a lazy kiss to his cheek.
Astarion was starting to believe that he meant it.