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“I love you. I love you more than anything and anyone, so please, if you need me to stop, tell me.”
“You're fretting far too much. I can do this now. He's gone.”
Genieve still looked concerned.
“Please. Promise me that if it gets to be too much, you'll tell me no.”
“I promise.”
He stared at the bridge of their nose. His fingers tapped impatiently against the inn's nearly pristine bedsheets.
“Thank you.”
Genieve, finally, leaned forward to kiss him. Astarion sighed into the gentle touch. They wrapped their arms around him, holding him close. He could feel the tiefling’s natural warmth seeping through his cold, dead skin. Invigorating. Life-giving.
They waited for him to open up before they pushed their tongue inside. He loved Genieve's taste.
He loved Genieve.
Astarion twirled his fingers through their hair as he let them explore. Genieve's hands rubbed circles on his back. To relax him. To comfort him.
Slowly, they leaned him back until he was laying flat on the bed. Genieve kept their bodies close, feeling him shudder as they pressed their hips to his.
He breathed in too sharply and Genieve pulled back.
Astarion frowned. He pulled them back down before they could register the look on his face.
Tell me no.
“Why so jumpy? I'm fine. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
Astarion rolled his hips and Genieve moaned. He buried his face in their neck, nibbling at one of their favorite spots. Genieve's hands caressed his sides and teased his chest. He exhaled roughly when they rubbed at his nipples.
Genieve undid the buttons of his shirt before he could catch his breath. They slid down his body until their mouth met his chest. They kissed his body softly. Slowly.
It felt wonderful.
It felt…
Familiar.
Astarion stared up at the ceiling.
He never touched him like this.
No, but his victims had.
Tell me no.
They were sweet, some more than others. He liked them that way every now and then.
“I love you Astarion.”
It echoes. Once from Genieve and once from someone far away. Which one was he with?
“I love you too darling.”
No names. Too many. Couldn't keep them straight.
He vaguely registered that his shirt was gone.
Focus.
Genieve.
He wasn't here, none of them were.
Tell me no.
He looked down at the top of Genieve's head. He rubbed a finger along their rough, nubby horns. He breathed deeply.
Fingers hooked into his pants.
He gripped the sheets.
He grit his teeth.
He could do this.
He could do it for Genieve.
Tell me no.
“Yes.”
He wouldn't let what happened stop him. He was better than that. Better than him.
“Take me.”
Face down, ass up, and knees spread. A practiced position. His victims always liked him this way. He always liked him this way.
The first finger stings. It's almost grounding. He can guess the face Genieve makes at his little hiss of pain.
Beg for it.
Tell me no.
You always scream the best.
Tell me no.
You're mine.
Tell me no.
The second finger was easier.
It was the third one that always got him.
He groaned at the sensation.
His pain.
His pleasure.
He knew better than to ask for it to stop.
Tell me no.
“More. I need you.”
One more drink.
Come back to my place.
Let's have some fun.
“Gods Astarion, you feel amazing.”
His hands on his hips, forcing him down.
Genieve kissed the back of his neck.
His fingers around his throat, closing in tightly.
Genieve moved slowly, letting him adjust.
Breathe.
Move in time with him.
Breathe.
Just a little more.
Breathe.
Moan his name.
Breathe.
“Astarion?”
Don't stop.
Do as you're told.
It'll be over soon.
Breathe.
“Astarion!”
His eyes shot open, pupils dilated. He could barely make out Genieve's face. A tear fell onto his back.
Oh.
Oh no.
“Genieve? What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
He turned to face them fully.
“Why are you crying?”
He placed a hand gently on their cheek. They gripped his hand tightly in their own, holding it to their tear-stained face.
“I'm sorry.”
He moved forward to hold them, but they backed away letting go of his hand in the process.
Genieve wiped at their tears.
“Please, don't. I can't. I'm so sorry.”
Astarion tried to process what had happened. One thing at a time.
They were…
They were having sex, right?
Then…
Him
Right.
He couldn't stop thinking about that.
Couldn't stop thinking about how everything he'd done had been to please him. He'd stolen, lied, seduced, killed.
Whatever it took.
And when he would turn his hungry eyes on Astarion.
Moan his name.
Fuck.
He scrunched his eyes shut. Cold, angry tears slipped from his eyes.
Fuck!
“Genieve…”
He couldn't find the right words to make it all better. What was there to say?
“Astarion…”
They were quiet for a long time.
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
The image of them tied up by the campfire comes to mind.
Trying to kill him.
Trying not to kill him.
“You're not the one who hurt me.”
Slowly, carefully, he reaches out to them.
“I reminded you of him.”
“You're nothing like him.”
They stare at the hand held out before them.
“You were in pain. You were suffering. I didn't see that.”
“Because I hid it! Please, Genieve, don't do this to yourself.”
They sighed.
“Shouldn't I be comforting you?”
Genieve reached out, meeting his hand.
“It's not your fault.”
“Nor is it yours.”
Their fingers intertwined.
Astarion tugged lightly and Genieve allowed him to pull them closer. When they reached him, they used their free hand to pull his head towards them for a forehead kiss.
He let go of their hand just long enough to wrap his arms around them. They kissed his eyebrows, his nose, and the corners of his lips.
“I love you. That hasn't changed.”
“I love you too. More than anything and anyone. Always.”
“Always.”