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Part Two of The Mess is up! We’ve got Gale on the frontlines. We love a good Bloodweave trio 😏

Gale was always so preoccupied with his work but Tav just wanted to provide a bit of distraction. What she didn’t expect was to also be taught a lesson by the professor.

f!Tav x Gale x Astarion

CW: oral, vaginal penetration, masturbation

Word Count: 2.2k

“And you can hold me, like he held her. And I will fuck you, like nothing matters,” you sang to yourself.

You stood over a simmering pot of sauce as the song played low over your kitchen speaker. The music eased your mind as you swayed along to the words, stirring your spoon in time with the beat.

After the sauce had finished, you poured it over the breaded chicken you had already prepared, topping it with cheese and placing it in the preheated oven.

With a satisfied smile and a dusting of your hands, you nodded at the meal that would be plated and delivered to your overworked wizard soon.

You were by no means a master chef. Usually it was Gale who had taken on the duty of pulling together dinner and what a wonder it was to see him in the kitchen, crafting a meal out of thin air. It was always delectable but tonight, with him being locked away in his office and Astarion called away to a client, you decided to take over.

The familiar scent of incense began to waft into your nostrils. That was never a good sign when your lover was in his office for too long. Gale was becoming stressed.

Reaching into the cupboard above you, you grabbed two wine glasses and placed them on the counter. You searched the wine fridge until you found a bottle of his favorite red, pulling it out to uncork it.

Filling the glasses, you tasted just a bit of the dark liquid. It was deep and rich, warming you as it went down. Perfect for his dampening mood.

Wine in hand, you tapped lightly on the heavy door of Gale’s office. It was already slightly ajar but you didn’t want to barge in.

“May I come in?” You asked. If the answer was no, you had already decided on plopping down on the couch and chugging the two glasses, leaving the men to deal with the consequences. They loved a tipsy Tav. She had quite a mouth on her.

“Please do. Save me from my suffering,” he called back.

You pushed open the door with your hip and entered to find the usual tidy desk completely covered by papers.

Gale was hunched over, eyes scanning across words, with his hair loose, falling around his face. The sleeves of his shirt were undone and rolled to his elbows and the first few buttons were opened, showing his chest.

The incense you smelled was already burned halfway on the display shelf and there were more sticks at the ready.

Not wanting to ruin his students’ work, you walked around the desk and moved the wine glass in front of his face to capture his attention. The professor’s eyes moved from the papers to the offering before him.

He grasped the glass, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. His other hand removed his glasses, placing them on the desk to rub at his tired eyes.

You took a sip of the wine before motioning for him to move his arm from his lap so you could take a seat. Gale wrapped his hand around you, his thumb gliding along your hip.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?” You traced his furrowed brows until they relaxed beneath your touch.

He lifted his glass to his lips, draining half its contents and then swirled the rest around before taking another long, slow drink.

“It’s as if some days the words flow into one ear and out the other,” he explained, “They are such bright minds but it can be very frustrating.”

“Hm, yes, that does sound frustrating, yet very familiar.” You eyed him with a smirk and he gave a teasing pinch to your side making you giggle.

“Not everyone is a prodigy, Gale of Waterdeep. You are learning with them. They’re learning the art of the Weave and you, patience,” you told him, with a tap on the nose.

“Patience,” he said, taking your glass and rotating his chair to place them on a bookshelf behind him. “And what would you know of patience?”

One hand began to stroke along your thigh as his deep brown eyes gazed into yours. The other found its way into your hair, pulling you in to to connect your lips with his own.

Gale broke away from you but you went back in, pressing even further with your lips crushing against his and your arms coming up to wind around his neck. He chuckled at your reaction and blush crept up over your already heated face.

“I think that answers my question,” he said, pulling you to straddle him. His voice became rougher as he spoke. “Maybe we could both use a lesson.”

A lesson. You loved when Professor Dekarios started making an appearance. Gale was a normally a giving lover. He worshipped every piece of your body until it sang with satisfaction but every now and then, he was in the mood to dominate you and you were more than willing to to oblige.

“I’m all yours.” Your voice was barely a whisper. His length twitched beneath you and you inhaled quickly as it hit your damp arousal.

Within seconds, you were thrown on top of the desk and Gale was standing firmly between your legs with his hands tangled in your hair and mouth moving furiously along with yours.

His hands tilted your head back as he trailed down your jaw and along your throat. You tried to steady yourself by placing your hands on the desk but accidentally ended up scattering all of the students’ papers to the floor.

The wizard paid no mind to the flurry of parchment as he lifted at the hem of your old tee, tearing it over your head. Your breasts laid heavy and nipples peaked as the brisk air of the room hit them but they were soon soothed as Gale’s tongue swirled once around each before latching onto one stiff bud.

You arched up, wanting him to take in more of you but this only made him let go. He palmed you breast, massaging it gently and rolled the nipple between his fingers. You let out little whimpers and he grinned at the sound.

“Stand up and face the bookshelf,” he demanded, “Let us see how patient you can be.”

The slick between your thighs was becoming overwhelming already but at his command, you thought you would come on the spot.

With your hand in his, you slid off the desk and planted your feet firmly on the floor in front of the built-in bookshelf.

“Put your hands on the shelf, my love.” You followed his directions as he lurked behind you. You could practically feel his eyes wandering over your every curve of your body. The way your breasts pressed inward, your back arching, backside pushed out with your cotton shorts riding up just enough to show a hint of each ass cheek.

Gale approached you, kneeling to the floor behind you. He tugged down your shorts and panties, waiting for you to step out of them, and then his hands roamed up your calves to your thighs and then settled on your ass. He took a handful of each cheek, raising up just a bit to bite gently on the right side. You almost jumped but he held you in place.

His hands wrapped around to your front, pull you back so you bent further and spread you apart.

“You will not come until I say so, understood?” The wizard asked.

You nodded, pushing on your heels, needing him to sate the desperate want inside of you.

“Use your words,” he encouraged, swatting your behind, making you whimper once again.

“I understand. Please,” you begged.

A long lick to your slick folds was enough to almost send you crumpling to the floor. Your hands fumbled along the bookshelf, gripping at books and sending them tumbling down as Gale’s tongue lapped at your aching center.

You were only slightly aware of the door creaking open as there was a slight pause in your activity as Astarion walked in, pushing his sunglasses up over his hair.

“Having fun without me?” He asked, dropping the designer bag by the desk.

He snatched your full wine off the shelf where you were still leaning and made his way to an armchair in the corner of the room. His lithe body relaxed as he crossed his legs and sipped at the drink.

“By all means, do continue. I enjoy a good show.” Astarion waved Gale on and winked at you.

That devious tongue was on you again and at a devastating rhythm. You felt yourself beginning to grind against his face and a moan escaped you.

His hand came up to circle your clit and you were building up to an intense orgasm. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto the shelf so you let go with one hand, trying to feel for his head to grip his hair but he sensed you were about to reach your peak and moved away.

You were panting and on the verge of crying out with frustration from wanting him to just let come already.

Gale stood up and placed his hands on your hips to turn you around.

“A little more of this patience and you will get what you want,” he said, brushing your hair from your face.

“If you say that word one more fucking time, Dekarios,” you warned, not finishing the sentence because you honestly weren’t sure what you would do. He held all the cards at the moment and you were so weak in the knees for him.

“Bend over the desk or I’ll say it a thousand times over,” he commanded as he began to unbutton his trousers.

You slowly bent over, watching as Astarion’s crimson eyes snaked over you. He wagged a finger in your direction and made a tsk sound with his tongue.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he mused, smiling with his fangs.

You were too busy glaring at the vampire to notice when Gale was undressed from the waist down until his cock was teasing at your wet cunt.

He dragged the tip along the folds and you lifted your ass up to provide easier access. He easily slipped inside of you, burying himself in one go and you fell with your chest to the desk.

He thrusted inside of you at an agonizing pace. The continued pressing of his shaft against your that delicate spot inside of you kept you teetering on the edge but never allowed you to tip over. You slammed your fist against the top, knocking a stamp and ink pad towards the ground and staining the floor.

A few words were spoken and suddenly a mage hand gripped your hair and turned your head.

Astarion still watched you but more intently this time. He had freed his own cock from his pants and was stroking himself. The long, drawn out movements matched the pace of Gale’s entering and exiting you. You could see the tip beading with precum as he licked his lips.

“I want you to look at him,” Gale said, almost growling, “I want him to see how I make you feel. The pleasure on your face when you come undone for me.”

You could do nothing but look at Astarion as his movements on himself became quicker while the lover inside you of thrusted with the same fervent desire to bring you to the edge.

The wizard’s hands gripped hard at your waist as he pounded into you, skin on skin and you watched as Astarion reached his peak just before you, his face contorting in such pleasure it sent you into a mind numbing orgasm.

Your walls clenched around Gale’s cock as his rhythm became more erratic and he soon followed after. His warmth spread inside of you as he groaned, pumping a few more times as he softened. He slipped out of you and you let out a soft moan as he did.

Astarion used his boxers to clean off, tucking himself away, and came over to you as you were still collapsed and in bliss on the desk. He tucked your hair behind your ear and then bent down, kissing you hard on the mouth.

It was all tongue and frantic on your lips. You reached up to tug at his hair but he grabbed your wrist.

“You insatiable thing,” he teased, “We’ll have more fun later. All of us.”

Gale finished redressing as you sat up and took in your surroundings. The office was trashed. Everything was in disarray and you would have to help reorganize all of the papers you knocked over.

“Well, this is…going to take ages,” Gale said, looking around at the now destroyed room.

“You two did quite the number in here. To think I was scolded for the bedroom.” Astarion threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close. You rolled your eyes at him.

This mess would only take about half an hour to tidy. Astarion’s was a day’s worth and that wasn’t including the clothes he had swiped from yours and Gale’s closets.

Suddenly, a terrible smell was drifting into the room.

“Is something burning?” Gale asked.

What would be-

“Fuck! Dinner!” You yelled, searching for your clothes and tossing them on as quickly as possible.

So there would be two messes that would need cleaned up. You could already feel Astarion’s smug smile as you bolted from the room to remove the burned food from the smoking oven.

#bg3 #one shot #the mess #bloodweave x tav #astarion #gale dekarios #baldur's gate 3 #enjoyyyyy 😌

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Conversations with a vampire - part 5/10

Story summary: A story told through a series of conversations between Astarion and child Tav, tracing the slow and steady progress of trust and friendship.

Chapter summary: Having spent time in the kennels, Astarion is back to hunting for victims when he gets threatened by his two siblings. Tav sticks her nose where it does not belong and finds out that Astarion is a vampire. Seeing that Astarion is visibly shaken and upset, Tav tries to make him feel better by telling 'un-fang-atable' jokes.

Humor/Friendship/Angst

Chapter warnings: some mentions of abuse and torture.

Rating: Teen. Mild language, mentions of abuse, some violence.

Setting: Set before the events of the game.

Word count: 2.7k

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All comments, questions, constructive criticism are welcome. :)

He did not see Tav for a while after that. Astarion could not tell exactly for how long. Cazador’s beating have become especially vicious lately, punishments commonplace. Not one of them was safe, not one spawn could please him enough, not even Leon, no matter how many victims they brought back. Astarion spent weeks or perhaps months in the kennels, tortured then healing, then being tortured again. It seemed inane and unnecessary, but there was never any rhyme or reason for Cazador’s cruelty, so the spawn just took it. And hoped. They didn’t know what they hoped for, but for now being let out would be enough.

When he was finally allowed to leave the palace again, Astarion could hardly recognise the city. It seemed that nothing and everything changed. Or perhaps it was just him.

“There you are! I was worried about you!”

Tav bounded up to him and it was her appearance that made him realise that at least a year passed. Her face looked less child-like, she grew several inches taller, her voice became a little deeper. She was wearing a navy velvet coat with a high collar, her shirt had beautiful mother-pearl-buttons, with navy trousers tucked into soft, iridescent-looking boots. Her blonde hair was curled and swept up, held together with intricate bejeweled butterfly clips.

“How long has it been?” he asked, not really feeling like making small talk, but wanting to have a sense of how much time actually passed.

“Well, I saw you last when I was 12. So, a little over two years.”

Her smile turned into a frown as she took in his appearance. “Are you okay? That’s a stupid question. Of course you are not. You don’t look okay. Here, take a potion.”

When Tav lifted her hand, he flinched away. It was just reflex; Astarion knew that she wouldn’t strike him. Tav frowned, her arm falling to rest at her side.

“I don’t need it. I can’t talk,” he swallowed and straightened, not looking in her direction. “Not tonight.”

“Oh,” she paused, nodding her head, and slipping the potion back into her bag. “I mean sure, you must be busy. Don’t have time to listen to me go on and on. I will leave you be.”

Astarion walked off, feeling Tav’s eyes on his back until he rounded the corner.

Astarion pressed his back against the stone wall. He balled his hands into fists, not minding that his sharp nails dug into his skin. He took a breath, not that he needed it, but somehow concentrating on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest helped. It didn’t let his mind wander to dark, dangerous places. Turning his attention to some form of action helped well enough for now.

The vampire heard swearing and drunken laughter to his right and this brought him back to task at hand. Perhaps if he did well, brought enough people back to Cazador, he would be able to sleep in the dormitory with the other spawn tonight. No chance of doing well enough to be the favourite, of course, but at least it meant that his next tete-a-tete with Godey wouldn’t be too soon.

And so Astarion prowled the night, a deadly predator, a merciless hunter. Or so he kept telling himself. Because repeating it like a mantra in his mind might just make it true. Not quite himself, but good enough. Good enough, all things considered.

Astarion tensed and turned around. He felt them before he saw them. Two of his siblings approached, Leon and Violet. Leon he could tolerate, he hated Violet.

“So, little Astarion, how is Cazador’s golden boy fairing?” Violet mocked, coming up to stand too close to him for his comfort.

“You must be joking, sister dearest” he took a step back involuntarily, wanting to put more distance between them. “We all know Leon is the favourite.”

“Yes,” she clicked her tongue mockingly, “but if I recall correctly, Cazador prefers your sweet screams to anyone else’s. Such an honor, such a privilege to please your master at least in this way,” she said slowly, savoring the look on his face as Leon too approached him and they had him cornered.

Astarion scowled. Fights among spawn were not exactly common, as their primary goal was to bring back as many victims as they could without getting into each other’s way, but they did happen. Cazador would even chastise them, as if they were errant senseless children, but Astarion could see the sadistic glint in his eyes. The vampire did not want his spawn uniting against him, he wanted them hungry, cornered and competing with one another. And having recently gone through months of humiliation, being degraded and beaten, the hatred the spawn felt towards their master fueled their aggression towards each other. It seemed that this fight was happening no matter what Astarion said to them.

“Hey, you two!” Tav’s voice pierced the night.

Shit.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Tav was a little out of breath, but otherwise trying to stand tall and look somewhat intimidating. Violet sized up the lanky teen staring fearlessly at her with a smile that could not lead to anything but blood.

“Oh, look Leon. A little snack. How nice of her to come to us so we don’t have to chase her down.”

“You two better stay away, or else,” Tav’s eyes narrowed, her lips set in a thin line.

“Ooh, the creature dares to threaten us, how amusing,” Violet laughed prettily. “Tell me, brother dearest, is this to be one of your besotted victims? Wouldn’t want to tread on your toes and steal your target,” she mocked, walking closer to Tav, Leon circling the girl from the other side.

Leon appraised the child looking at them in defiance. As hard as he worked for their master, bringing the most victims to the palace, he always hated bringing in children.

“Leave her, Violet. Can’t you see from the way she is dressed that she must be from Upper City? Watch yourself. Unless you want to be thrown in the kennels for disobeying Cazador.”

“That was a mistake. I didn’t realise that that human was a noble. And it was a long time ago and you know it,” Violet growled menacingly, not looking away from her potential target. “Besides, a child disappearing because she snuck out from home in the middle of the night is a tragedy, yes, but it’s quite plausible.”

“I am not afraid of you! Leave!” Tav tried to sound commanding, but Astarion could hear her heart beating wildly, as could his siblings.

“You should be,” Violet grinned a little too wide.

Something clicked in Tav’s mind. Fangs, out only during the night, blood-red eyes.

“You-you are-” she swallowed forcibly, stopping herself from stating the obvious.

“We are what?” Violet mocked, taking a deliberate step towards the child. Oh, how delicious it was to inspire fear in others and to be in control or the situation so completely, what an intoxicating rush to see someone cower before her.

“Standing right where I want you to. Te occludo oculos!”

Colour sparks shot out of her hands, making Violet and Leon withdraw with a hiss.

“Let’s go!” Tav grabbed Astarion’s hand, pushing past her would-be assailants.

Astarion could hear the temporarily blinded spawn curse as they tried to swat at them, but Tav was quick on her feet and dodged the blinded vampires with relative ease, delivering a quick kick under Violet’s knees before darting down the street with Astarion following close after.

*****

“Well, that was fun,” Tav managed to say, still trying to catch her breath. She noticed that Astarion was shaking slightly and frowned.

Surely he wasn’t scared of those two idiots? No, Astarion seemed to be miles away and thinking about something else entirely. Perhaps of his master – Cazador. She remembered the name from when they spoke last. Astarion probably thought that she didn’t notice when he let the name slip, but she catalogued it in her mind. Not having much to do apart from her lessons came with its perks. Such as finding out that Cazador Szarr had a palace down in the Lower City. She still could not go there, but one day, perhaps. One day she would know exactly where to look for Astarion.

He was still quiet, just looking ahead, as if he wasn’t really standing here with her.

“So… you are a vampire,” she began cautiously. “Well, I guess it makes sense why you always stay in during the day.”

They were quiet for a while, Tav looking at him for any signs that he heard her. With the moonlight reflecting off alabaster skin, his chest not rising and falling, Astarion looked like a beautiful marble statue. Exquisite, but quite lifeless.

“That’s it? No shouting for help? No fear?” Astarion finally said wearily, not looking at Tav but at least seeming to acknowledge her.

“I always knew something was off with you, just didn’t know what it could be,” Tav admitted without missing a beat. “Besides, being a vampire sounds awesome. I’ve read that you can do all sorts! Climbing up walls, having super strength, all the other cool things!”

He snorted. If only he was capable of half of the feats that were supposed to come easy to him.

“I’m a spawn, silly girl. Hardly the same as being a full vampire. And you shouldn’t believe all the rubbish that you read in trashy, second-rate novels.”

Besides he was a very underfed spawn. So even if he was capable of ‘all sorts’ he wouldn’t know it.

“Earlier. That was a very idiotic, stupid thing to do,” he licked his lips, forcing himself to stay in the moment and not to spiral, “Thank you.”

“Course,” she cocked her head to the side and smiled warmly. “That’s what friends are for. They protect each other.”

Astarion scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t recall this arrangement being upgraded to friendship and do not think that I want that.”

Her smile slipped a little. “Sorry. For assuming, I mean. But I am not sorry for protecting you. You would do the same for me,” she said softly yet firmly, set in her belief.

He really wouldn’t. If it was her in trouble, he would have left her in a heartbeat. The unsettling thought made him grimace. But how could this slip of a girl, this- this foolish creature even begin to comprehend what horrors would befall him if he showed any sign of disobedience?

“Hey, want to hear a joke?” Tav interrupted his internal monologue suddenly with her ridiculous suggestion.

“Not particularly.”

“I will take that as a yes,” she grinned. “What do vampires wish others? Have a fang-tastic day!” she chortled but stopped when she saw the flat look Astarion was giving her.

“As far as jokes go, this was bad,” he said with a deadpan expression.

Apparently, this was not enough to discourage her. “Aww, was it really so bad? I think it was simply un-fang-gettable!”

Astarion scoffed. “That was even worse. I’m leaving.”

“Why? Am I becoming a pain in the neck? FYI, I have a bloody good sense of humor!”

Astarion turned and walked away, Tav having trouble to keep up with his long strides as she followed close behind.

“Wait up! I’m sorry, I was just trying to get you to lighten up a bit.”

“With terrible jokes?” he stopped and quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, it worked! Kind of? At least you don’t look so shaken up anymore.”

That was true. Her woefully inadequate attempts at humor distracted him well enough.

Astarion felt slender fingers ghost over his hand as Tav lifted it gently, running her fingers over his knuckles. He was not sure why, but he let her.

“Where is your ring?”

Ah, that was taken away. He couldn’t remember when exactly. He wasn’t allowed to own anything, none of them were. Just the clothes on their backs and the bare minimum that was required to make themselves presentable.

“Astarion, how bad is this Cazador?” she looked at him with a soft, worried expression. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to. Does he make you stay? You aren’t leaving because you can’t?”

Astarion was not sure that anyone ever treated him with such care. Part of him wanted to lash out at her. Because he was not used to this, to have someone be nice to him just for the sake of it. He did not want to have friends, had no need for them, but perhaps the idea wasn’t that distasteful.

He supposed there was no harm in telling her. He did not have any pride left to preserve at this point. And so he told her the child-friendly(ish) version of how he was turned. Of what he could remember of being a magistrate, his hubris, his downfall, his never-ending nightmare. He left out the part about what actually happened to his victims. He could not bring himself to think about it and did not want Tav to be privy to that knowledge either. He wasn’t really talking to Tav, but rather at her. It felt… He wasn’t sure how it felt, but it soothed his frazzled nerves somehow.

She was uncharacteristically silent when he finished speaking. He shifted in his place as Tav regarded him with an unreadable expression. He did not necessarily care what she thought of him, but he loathed the thought that someone would see him the way he saw himself. A monster incapable of redemption. Unworthy of it.

“I never told you this, but the reason I saw you in the street when we first met was because I almost never sleep at night.” Tav spoke slowly, as if carefully choosing her words. “I- I don’t sleep much anyway, but when I do, I always try to rest when it is light. And it is not because I’m afraid of the dark.”

“I get these dreams,” she paused, hugging herself, her fingers leaving marks on the delicate velvet of her sleeves. “It is pitch black, so dark you wouldn’t be able to see your hand if you held it up, but it feels soothing. Right, almost.”.

Tav shivered involuntarily, but soldiered on, although it seemed difficult for her to put what she wanted to say into words.

“I hear a voice, calling me, beckoning me to come, to become the darkness. To answer its call. Accept my heritage, whatever that heritage is. And then I get this vile feeling, like it’s going to change me so much, so horribly that I will never be myself again.”

She took a couple of steadying breaths before continuing.

“So, what I am saying is this. They do not decide who we are, their will does not make us monsters or whatever else they want us to be. So, we have to stay strong and wait till the right moment to give them the most glorious, dramatic ‘fuck you’ ever by ruining whatever plans they have,” she said with a determined look in her eyes.

Astarion rolled his eyes at the girl’s words. “Only a child would actually believe this. ‘Stay strong, it’s going to be all right.’ It is what healers tell those who they know are dying. What is the use of blind faith?”

“You just wait and see. I know I’m right. And I promise I will help you. I will.”

He gave a shallow laugh. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep.”

“I mean it,” she lifted her chin and levelled him with a look that indicated that she was set in her resolve to help him. “Sooner or later, one way or another, I will keep my promise. You will be free.”

She had such conviction in her eyes, such faith in her abilities, in him. It was almost painful to see such resolve, knowing that she could never make good on her promise. Still, this slither of hope was more than he got over the years. Perhaps if he held onto that, he would be able to carry on a little longer.

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